The last day of the year starts early for me; the night before, in fact, I went to bed early, which, for the pace I have here in Bangkok, means around 3:00 a.m. Around 11:00 a.m. I wake up, go down to the Seven Eleven just a few steps from the hotel to buy things to fill the fridge, then take a shower, get ready, and go out. I walk five minutes along Soi 6 to the Nana BTS station, buy the ticket, pass the turnstile, and wait for the Skytrain.
At 1:30 p.m. I get off at Phrom Phong and at 1:40 p.m. I am in front of 7-Heaven, ready to be pampered by the mouth of one of my favorite girls, Lin. While I wait for her, I see three of her colleagues passing by and entering almost together within a couple of minutes, hiding their faces so as not to be seen by me or the other customer at reception.
Dear Lin, instead, when she sees me, playfully makes faces because she knows me a little and already knows she will have to give her best for at least half an hour to complete the job. But she works well, and around the thirtieth minute, I arrive with great delight between her jaws. The usual little act of hers, going to empty the hangar at the sink and then rinsing thoroughly with half a liter of mouthwash, spitting like a llama, while I lie blissfully and exhausted on the bed contemplating her little ass. I leave her a 200 Baht tip for the effort, say goodbye, and at 2:30 p.m. smoke a Marlboro in front of the entrance while responding to a member of the WhatsApp group “Birre e Balorde” seeking advice.
For the record, the girls available when I arrived were seven, plus the other three I saw entering, so at least ten, and I saw that at least four others were on the tablet among those occupied. I finish the cigarette and walk toward the Nana area along Sukhumvit looking for food. In the end, a chicken cart wins again, this time on the main road, roughly between Soi 11 and Soi 13, and I return to the hotel with my little bag full of chicken, spicy sauce, and sticky rice.
I eat on the balcony while people look at me strangely from the pool below, maybe because they’re hungry too, or maybe because I have too much and look like a little pig rooting in the food — who knows. Anyway, after a good cold canned coffee (thanks, Seven Eleven) and another Marlboro, I put some music on the laptop, and around 4:00 p.m. I let myself fall onto the bed, falling asleep like a peaceful child, waiting for the party night.
I reopen my eyes and it’s already dark, almost 8:00 p.m. I get up, prepare my clothes on the bed, fight with my hair which, as usual, takes the shape it wants despite the ‘super-extra-mega-giga-strong’ gel — practically tile glue — but it always wins. I go out again with a handful of thousand-baht bills in my wallet and the cards in case I run out. I cross Sukhumvit via the SkyTrain overpass at Nana and go to greet my friend at Orange Bar 11/1, who is there working. But his job also involves beer, so we drink and chat while I offer two drinks to the usual annoying girls passing through the bar. After about half an hour or a little more, I say goodbye and head off in search of inspiration.
I think about going to the little bars in Soi 7 but change my mind and enter Soi 7/1, thinking about the busty and slightly curvy girl named NaNa, who the other evening while I was drinking Jack showed me on her phone how she likes to have fun with her friend and a big vibrating dildo. I dodge the girls offering sex and blowjobs every two meters, arrive, and find her dressed in a mini-dress open with an almost total cleavage, which with those tits stands out even though she’s rounder than the average of her colleagues. I sit on a stool, tonight beer, I offer her a drink, another beer, another drink; she’s friendly and on her own takes my hand, inviting me to fondle those pleasant natural and full breasts. I, in turn, settle the bill and say goodbye to go elsewhere.
I skip Soi 7, go straight, cross the pedestrian lines at the intersection, and enter Soi 4, following the river of people, then leave the current to enter Nana Plaza. Second floor, around 11:00 p.m., Butterflies, the place is full. I hide from the busy Mamasan and take a seat on a stool between the two stages and two couples of ‘civilians.’ I look up, see an ass I like, wait for her to turn around, like her front too, signal her to come down, she laughs. I stop a waitress: ‘Drink.’ The girl is lively and drinks that glass like an alcoholic in withdrawal. The Mamasan, distracted by the crowd, passes by as well: ‘Happy New Year!’ — ‘Happy New Year!’ — ‘Two drinks for the girl, one for you, Shinga for me and I want to go there,’ pointing to the upper balcony where a seat has freed up. She calls the waitress, who efficiently as a beaver brings the bill and beer and invites me to follow her, and I follow with the drunk girl through the crowd like in a disco back in the day. I sit on the sofa, she sits on top of me, the drinks arrive with incredible efficiency, and while we drink and giggle, she fondles me with her ass sliding like an eel. I enjoy it, but no
I peek at the balcony, think about it, go down, stop — it’s almost midnight. I enter Wonderland with one of the most attractive post-op LadyBoys I’ve ever seen. I sit, beer and Lady(boy) drink, she shows the silicone tits and invites me to rate them by feeling the texture — they’re well-proportioned and soft for being fake.”
At 01:01 I’m at Hillary 2, near Nana Plaza, and as I look out the window onto the street a cute girl appears in front of me, average Thai, very inviting little body, nice simple look but noticeable. I greet her, a ‘Happy New Year’ to her as well, and exchange a few words before letting her go about her business, because she’s a sex worker and at the moment I’m not interested, the night is long. But as soon as she disappears, another appears, with more elaborate clothing — but I wouldn’t call it elegant — still, she has a nice appearance, so I compliment her on the white fur shoes very in the Christmas spirit. She tells me she has many of the same style but in different colors, and wears them according to her mood. And I thought I was weird…
Shortly after, while I wander around the place with my Heineken in hand looking for girls, I come across an old acquaintance. I greet her, she tells me she’s with two other Italians, so she brings me to them. We exchange a few words, then I get bored, finish my beer, say goodbye and leave. I’m hungry, go to the McDonald’s near Soi 5, get a burger and fries, devour everything with gusto because I’m really hungry, then enter the ‘Arab’ shopping center behind it because I need to use the bathroom. I go up the escalator, corridor, corridor, corridor, and find a mute girl with a colleague at life-size. I stare at her as she passes by and keep following her with my eyes. She turns, looks at me as I stare, gestures something with her friend, but unlike them, I don’t know sign language, so I do the only sensible thing — I take my phone out of my pocket, open Line, open the QR code, and show it to her. Then they leave and I finally go to the bathroom.
I leave McDonald’s with the mute girl’s contact and wonder if she’s the same one one of the ‘colleagues’ went with a few days ago, which is very likely because there aren’t many mute little girls working the area. At 02:45 I’m in Soi 7, pass by ‘Mafalda’s’ bar and the others with funny nicknames, and who do I find right there? The very tattooed Milk, who no longer works at Orange Bar but I believe mostly freelances, when she doesn’t have her ‘official boyfriend’ underfoot. Of course, anyway, I’m happy to see her again and even if she’s already with a client, I cuddle her and squeeze her a bit because I’m glad to see her and because I’ve had enough alcohol to be more outgoing than usual. She doesn’t mind, plays along, kisses me a little, and we take a couple of photos. Then she returns to her client for the evening, good for him, but also good for her who earns more than me. I stop at another bar for a beer because there was one who caught my interest, but she was already busy, so I continue towards Soi Nana where I’m tempted by several magical creatures. Among Ladyboys, African gazelles, and girls of all kinds, I stop at a beer cart to rest and look for new inspiration. Inspiration, however, is slow to arrive, perhaps because of too many choices or too much drinking. The fact is, I get up from there around 4:30 with the idea of calling it a night due to lack of ideas and because I’m not in the mood for more rounds. Then, when I reach the corner between Soi 4 and Soi 6, I pass by one with a pretty little face, petite and very cute, dressed quite modestly in jeans and a black T-shirt, yet she sparks some good ideas in me. I think about it and turn back on my steps; at worst, I’ll offer her a beer and have the last one in her company. At 5:00 in the morning, I have her in my room, naked, under the shower, and by 7:30 she’s snoring while I go out on the balcony to smoke. I don’t know which of the two of us is more drunk, but it’s all very pleasant and fun. I even manage to sleep after a while, and as soon as she wakes up, she gives me the first deepthroat of the year. Then she leaves, and I sleep until 5:00 p.m. on the first day of the year.
But that is another story….
