Part one:

I had been a frequent traveler to South East Asia for many years. Most of the time it was business-related but I also made numerous trips for R&R. Although I had been visiting the Philippines exclusively for a little over a year I happened to make a one-night stopover in Bangkok due to poor planning on my part with regards to finding a decent airfare. 

I arrived in Bangkok early one afternoon in August and had fully planned on never leaving the airport. I was going to catch the next possible flight to Manila. Well, after talking to various ticket booths I decided that I wasn't about to pay an additional $200 on-top of the normal fare just to leave the same day. At this point I grabbed a cab and headed to the NEP area. 

After checking into a little hotel down Soi 4 and showered then headed to NEP for a few drinks and maybe a quick ST action. It’s funny how all those old feelings came back to me. I had not been to NEP in ages but that “kid in the candy store” feeling came over me quicker than I would have ever imagined. 

As I mentioned earlier – my intentions were to find a sweet “real” girl for a few hours, send her home a few Baht richer, and then sleep like a baby for a few hours. I honestly had zero intentions on hooking up with a ladyboy. I’m not homophobic but the LB scene just wasn’t MY scene (or so I thought). I hit the usual bars and was just not that impressed. The shows I was used to seeing, or the naked girls on stage, were nowhere to be found. I think the venue was modified due to the upcoming APEX meeting and the Thai government wanted to clean up the city – as if President Bush was going to stop by for a beer… anyway, I digress…

On an urge I stopped into Casanova Bar. I knew this was a Katoey Bar but my curiosity just got the best of me. By this time it was close to 11:30pm and I had a few beers in me. Any drunkenness I had soon cleared up when I sat down and focused on the scene before me. I just could not believe that these stunning creatures could be anything but women. I guess I must have really been staring hard at one particular dancer because she stopped dancing, put her hands on her waist, and stuck her tongue at me. She soon followed with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. When I waved her over to me she particularly leaped from the stage and ran to sit next to me. As she approached my table I fully assumed I would see the tail-tale signs that she was a man. What I found was an angelic face, soft smooth skin, beautiful long black hair, and the sweetest smelling perfume ever to pass before my senses. I wish I could remember her name, but for the sake of simplicity, I’ll call her “A”.

I was dumb-struck by her beauty. At this point the one observation I could muster was that A’s actions were more aggressive than a typical Thai bargirl. We chatted a bit, the typical bar-scene BS talk, when out-of-the-blue she told me “I bet you never seem ladyboy before”. I confessed to her that I hadn’t and also told her that my intentions this night were to go back to the hotel with a real girl. She giggled at that comment and said something to the mamasan. The mamasan laughed, asked me if I wanted a drink, then left. About this time a few waitresses and other dancers started to congregate close to my table. I thought for sure I was going to get propositioned to buy lady drinks but that didn’t happen. Then I asked the question: “Do all the dancers here have cocks or do some have surgery”. A’s reply was an absolute “WE ALL HAVE THEM AND LOVE THEM!” This comment was followed by laughs all around. I was really feeling at ease and offered drinks to about 4 dancers near by. This action soon produced cheers by all and girls sitting on all sides to include one at my feet, one on my lap, and several on both sides. At this point I was really having a great time. I asked all kinds of questions about when they started to feel the urge to become women, what do they like to do, what kind of men do they like – stuff I hadn’t really thought to ask at a regular bar. This may sound silly but I felt like I was pounding a few beers with the guys but they weren’t guys…

I realized sometime later that I had neglected A. When I turned my attention to her she was almost in tears. I asked what was wrong and she told me she was jealous that all the other girls were getting attention and not her. I apologized, and gave her a hug. WOW, I initially did this because it seemed appropriate but what I didn’t expect was the reaction – she just cuddled up under my arms and buried her head on my chest. This was when I first realized that having an experience with a LB could be a possibility. Several of the other girls giggled at A’s reaction to me and screamed “BARFINE”! I responded by saying “HOW MUCH”! The reply was 600Bt… ouch! I knew that would only be the beginning of the costs associated with a short-time adventure. Doing the math in my head, and being so used to the extremely low costs in the Philippines, I declined and said I had to leave soon. A’s lifted her head kissed me on the cheek and said she was going to go get dressed. I told her I wasn’t going to pay her barfine but she told me she would pay it herself! This was a new one on me. I’ve had many freebies over the years but I never had a bargirl actually pay her own fine to leave with me. I told her okay and waited. During this time the mamasan came back and I immediately thought something was up. She shook my hand and thanked me for paying A’s barfine…

A was out in less than 5 minutes and holy cow did she look good. She had on a tight pair of jeans and a cropped up tight t-shirt. Any second thoughts I had were quickly removed by what I saw before my eyes. The something happened: As I walked her out of the bar, and through the mass of people I felt proud to have caught such a beauty. Sure, people knew I had a LB, but no one cared and neither did I.

I asked the typical questions when one takes a girl out of the bar – would you like something to eat, do you want to go to another bar ands see friend, etc… All she wanted to do was go back to the hotel and “take care of me”. The stroll down Soi 4 was a short walk but it seemed an eternity. I was about to have my first LB experience yet I had no idea what to expect. I never asked any questions with regards to what sort of service she would proved. Heck, I never discussed prices! I decided that I would deal with the money issue after we were done and I would pay her what I normally would pay a bargirl (not a freelancer).

When we arrived at the hotel she left her ID at the front desk then we got into the elevator for the short ride to the 5th floor. That’s when she gave me our first kiss. I was slightly hesitant but I found her lips to be soft, moist, and very inviting. By the time we got to the room I thought for sure we would have our session right there in the hallway in front of my room door. I managed to get the door open (thank god) and we were soon in tossing clothes every which way. We stopped long enough for her to lead me to the shower.

To be continued…