ST Heaven with a Fallen Angel
So I’m strolling down soi 6 at around 5:30 pm, and spot “Pang” at 3-Angels bar.
She sees me, and motions for me to come.
But I’m on my way to Hollywood bar to check out a bargirl there.
I promise to return, and Pang nods unhappily.
I’m sure she assumes that I’m lying.
Because Pattaya bargirls hear it all the time – farang bastards who promise to return and never do.
I had fucked Pang twice previously.
The first time was about a month ago.
What happened was that I had initially spotted another cute young bargirl at 3-Angels, and offered her a drink.
But she was unfriendly and stand-offish. Feeling buyer’s remorse, I then spotted a slim hottie sitting in front, with slim long legs made in heaven.
I didn’t hesitate to point to her, and tell my unfriendly bargirl that I wanted to buy the other bargirl a drink.
You see, when you make a mistake and pick a wrong bargirl, you have to be ruthless in getting what you want – especially on soi 6.
To worry about hurting the feelings of a bargirl is being naïve.
Of course these young hot bargirls really don’t give a shit about me.
They just want my money. So why should I give a shit about them?
Pang immediately came over and sat next to me.
As our conversation began, I pulled out a notepad and pen, and asked Pang to write her name down.
It’s weird, but once I see how the bargirl’s name is spelled (in English), I know how to pronounce it.
I have found that just from hearing a bargirl say her name aloud, I have been totally wrong. Anyway, after Pang wrote down her name, I then asked the first bargirl to write her name down also.
The unfriendly cute bargirl refused, and said irritably, “I told you my name three times!”
Eh?
She did?
I don’t recall her telling me her name at all.
I should mention that I was high on dope. (Also, my memory is noticeably declining at age 71. Shades of Joe Biden!)
As an addict for much of my life, (marijuana and alcohol), it’s too boring for me to fuck chicks in a normal state of mind.
So I usually take a big hit of dope before leaving my apartment.
After all, isn’t Pattaya just a fuck fantasy dream? Getting stoned makes it a really trippy dream!
But then, of course there’s one big drawback to being stoned.
You will also have bad trips – like I was having with this snotty bargirl.
I felt a flash of sudden anger when she refused to write down her name, shaking her head and looking at me with mild contempt. She had given off bad vibes from the start.
I flicked my hand at her dismissively and said, “Go.”
Furious, she picked up her drink and stormed off.
I had been intending to give her a 100-baht tip, and still would have done so – but she never returned to the table.
I told Pang, “That bargirl is not nice.”
Pang didn’t react, and I could see she didn’t give a shit about this drama.
Good.
Yeah, who gives a shit.
Fuck that young snotty cunt bargirl!
A cute face and sexy young body mean nothing if the bargirl is an unfriendly bitch.
I then asked Pang if she did ST, and she said yes.
Yessss!
I jotting down some details about Pang.
Athough I lost my notes, I vaguely recall that Pang is age 27, and from a province somewhere. She has two small children. Pang dutifully sends the money she earns to her parents caring for her children back home.
There is nothing new under the sun.
Sometimes I wonder what is the widespread effect of so many Thai children growing up without a mother, and a faithless Thai father who had deserted then – often before they were even born.
After finishing our drinks, the young Thai mother Pang and I went upstairs to the ST room to fuck.
I was still plagued by lingering anger at the snotty cunt bargirl.
I have long ago realized one of my crippling character flaws is clinging:
Clinging to anger, clinging massively to regret,
and clinging to sadness that previous happy experiences in my life have passed – and can never be again.
Everything is so fucking fleeting in this life.
I tried to let it go of my poisonous simmering anger against the cunt bargirl – and just focus on fucking my sexy angel Pang.
What I most recall is that Pang had stamina, and would have easily kept fucking far longer after I finished.
I even told her when she kept pumping her hips after I had spurted, “I think you have more power than me!
What I most enjoyed actually, was just massaging Pang’s youthful body and smooth skin.
When I saw the big wolf tattoo on her back, I exclaimed, “You are the wolf lady! When the full moon comes, you will turn into a werewolf and eat me! And drink my blood!”
I continued babbling stoned nonsense into Pang’s ear, totally enjoying the moment while freely running my wrinkly old grandpa hands all over her obscenely-younger ripe body – in the prime of her young womanhood.
I marveled at Pang’s exquisite slender hands with long tapering fingers, even as I felt aching mild sadness that I once had youthful smooth hands like hers.
Afterwards, I took photos as she dressed, happy that she allowed me to. The worst is when a bargirl does not allow any photos.
I find that if I don’t have a visual image of her, I will forget what she looks like, and eventually forget that we even fucked.
Then it’s like it never happened.
So, is any long-ago ST, buried and forgotten in my memory, even real – or was it just a dream?
The second time I fucked Pang was about a week later, in a different ST room.
It was a rinse and repeat ST, again ending with me just massaging her as she lay face down, while I’m straddling her ass cheeks, my partially soft dick still lodged halfway in her pussy.
She seemed to enjoy my massaging her, alternately strongly, then tenderly and softly, occasionally leaning down to hug her torso tightly as if we were lovers – while softly crooning stoned babbling loving nonsense to her.
Pang would just lay there silently, letting me do what I wanted for as long as I wanted. We were together in that ST room for a really long time.
Afterwards, as Pang was getting dressed, I watched her closely while taking photos, always looking for the strange magic of a “holy shit!” perfect shot.
A breathless instant of beauty that can never be again – but captured by my phone camera to be seen for just a short while – before everything returns to the dust from whence we came.
When Pang noticed me snapping away, she good-naturedly posed playfully for a minute or so.
I then noticed her phone sticking up from her shorts and pointed that out to her, while trying to get a closeup shot of it.
For some reason, that cracked her up.
I was mildly puzzled why my observation seemed so funny to her.
At my age, it’s far too late for big dreams.
All I dream of now is to just keep fucking until I no longer can afford it, or longer can do it – whichever comes first.
But back to the present.
So I had gone to Hollywood bar to check out a spinner named “Tawan.”
I had seen a photo of her on an online forum and got excited. Another dude had invited me to join him at Hollywood to check out the spinner chicks.
So I ended up watching them playing those stupid bar games, while pretending to be interested.
However, my libido was low, because I had just fucked Amornrat the previous day. So I was not really interested in boom-booming the little blonde spinner.
Also, Tawan paid no attention to me. She focused totally on the other jovial dude – an Aussie in his early 60s.
It was like I was not even there.
Meanwhile, I noticed another Hollywood bargirl with an awesome ass and sneaked some photos.
I stayed about a half-hour, just to be polite. When I couldn’t stand the boredom any further, I left Hollywood and walked back up soi 6 to 3-Angels bar.
I then saw Pang standing on the soi with other bargirls, trying to convince a young white Farang to enter their bar.
Pang was pressing fully against him from the back. While he didn’t seem interested, he lingered around, letting the bargirls grab him and cajole him into entering their bar.
When Pang saw me approaching, she instantly disengaged from him, and grabbed my arm.
I suggested that she instead go with the young farang.
“You both young,” I told Pang. “You should fuck each other because you are young people. That’s what young people do.”
Pang ignored my advice, holding on to me as we walked toward 3-Angels bar.
I joked, “He is young strong man, and can fuck you all night. I cannot because I old man.”
Pang immediately asked me to boom-boom her.
But I told her that I had no power, so today I would only buy her a drink. She was agreeable to that.
I walked to a table near the back, and took a few quick pics of Pang while she was getting our drinks.
I was wary about being seen taking photos inside the bar, so I only took a few quick paranoid shots.
People can get nasty if you take photos without permission in bars, or even on outside on soi 6.
But with all the Vloggers on soi 6 nowadays, especially the Asian dudes, most bargirls simply turn their heads or cover their faces when they see a camera aimed at them.
We settled comfortably at the secluded table in the back.
I was drinking water, since I had to remain sober to finish writing the Amornrat story when I returned to my apartment.
I spent the next 20 minutes or so standing behind Pang seated on a barstool, just massaging her back, shoulders and neck.
I was in seventh heaven stroking Pang’s sleek smooth body.
I tenderly massaged up her neck and up to the back of her skull, like a Thai masseuse had done to me that had felt so pleasant.
I alternated gentle loving strokes with “strong” massage pressure on the muscles of her back bordering her spine – causing her to wince and arch her body back in reflex to therapeutic pain.
I ran my hands smoothly down her sleek arms and examined her hands closely, telling her she had beautiful hands.
I murmured she should feel lucky that she is still young, with smooth hands and a young body. And unlike me, a lifetime ahead of her.
I massaged Pang’s hands for a while, gently playing with them or grasping them tightly as if we were lovers.
I then grabbed her right hand and pressed it against my chest.
“Give me your power. Send me love,” I said.
For a few minutes I just stood there, breathing deeply – imagining divine energy flowing through her hand into my heart.
“I can feel the power,” I said. “Yes, give me your love energy. I can feel it!”
Pang just sat there silently all the while.
I had no idea what she was thinking about my strange behavior.
There was no need for her to talk really.
And because of the language barrier, there was nothing meaningful she could really say to me.
A few tables ahead of us, I had noticed an older Asian man was sitting with a young bargirl. Earlier, I saw him kiss his bargirl fully on the lips, briefly engaging in deep French kissing.
Something in me recoiled slightly in distaste at the sight.
A shameless dirty old grandpa – living his deluded dream in a land far away from his home.
I was seeing a magic mirror reflection of myself.
I felt a little uneasy that another bargirl was sitting directly behind us at a table, and she could see everything I was doing.
So I avoided any dirty groping of Pangs legs, ass, or breasts. After Pang had nearly drained her drink, it was time for me to go.
Everything is so fleeting in this life.
I paid the bar tab of 225 baht, leaving a 15-baht tip.
Pang then said in an edgy voice, “Where’s my tip?”
I leaned close to her with my wallet open. I asked, “How much you want? 20 baht? 40 baht?
In response, Pang stretched open her top between her breasts to place her tip in.
We both looked down intently at my wallet, as I slowly pulled out a 100-baht bill, then another.
I had originally intended to give Pang a 300-baht tip, since we did not boom boom. I figured she must be disappointed at losing out on a 2,000-baht Short Time.
Instead, maybe because of the sharpness in Pang’s voice demanding a tip, I just slipped the 200 baht inside her cleavage.
I then impulsively added another 50-baht, telling her it was for “Guin Khao.” (eat)
Pang happily thanked me, as I knew she would.
As I got up to leave, I saw a flicker of sadness showing on her face.
But I had no illusions.
I knew the reason Pang was momentarily sad.
It was because she would not be making any more money from me.
Later, when thinking of our interaction, I realized that Pang had passively let me massage her, and in my mind she seemed to like it – but there were no return gestures on her part.
There were no occasional caresses from Pang, no resting her arm on my leg or touching my body… nothing.
I knew that for Pang, it’s really just business.
I’m just an old farang grandpa who fucks her for money. Why should she feel any affection towards me?
And yet, I wish I had more money.
I would still return to boom-boom Pang, because her body is so sexy and she photographs so well – and because I like her.
But I won’t be back.
Paying 2,000 ST plus 400 room charge plus 250 for drinks is just too expensive on my bare-bones survival budget as a pensioner.
Bye bye my dream angel Pang.
Maybe someday we’ll meet again – in a place where love never dies.
“Someday when we meet up yonder
We’ll stroll, hand in hand again.
In a land that knows no parting
Blue eyes crying in the rain.”
