Chapter 3

After a quick pitstop in the bathroom, Colby met Brett at the bar. Grabbing the bar to steady himself, Colby glanced at the stage. Seeing nothing much happening, he turned to Brett.

"What now?"

"Well, we can stick around here and see what's up next on stage or we can bail and head downtown. Take your pick."

"If this was a primer for things to come then I vote we bail!"

"I figured as much. Let me get a couple beers to go and then we will head out."

"You know Brett, with all the rushing around after we landed I haven't had time to exchange some travelers checks and I'm feeling a little guilty letting you pick up the tab."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I invited you, so tonight is my treat."

They headed down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk. Immediately Brett's driver pulled up and they poured themselves into the back seat. Brett instructed his driver to take them downtown and to take his time. Popping the top off another cold one and handing it to Colby, Brett asked what he looked for in a woman; from a purely sexual standpoint.

"At this point, two tits, a hole, and a pulse would fit the bill." Colby joked.

Brett doubled over laughing. When he regained his composure he asked, "No seriously. Your answer will determine where we end up tonight. So give me an idea would ya?"

"I'm not rightly sure on how to answer this, but here goes. Remember the first two women we saw on stage at that club? Either of them would do nicely."

"Not too bad. The age thing doesn't bother you?"

"You yourself said I shouldn't worry about it. So no, not really."

"Good answer. I've got just the place in mind then."

Brett instructed his driver on where they were going. Five minutes later they eased up to the curb, and as Colby looked out the window, he saw a bright pink neon sign spelling out 'Pink Pussy Cat'. Brett stalled a bit before laying out some ground rules.

"Ok listen up. When we walk in, there will be an older woman just inside the door collecting the cover. Every joint here on Pat Pong Road has what's called a Mamasan. She pretty much runs the place, watching over the girls, customers, and liquor. She holds the keys to the kingdom. So be nice to her. If you score brownie points with her, then it just makes life easier inside. Once we get in there just keep your mouth shut for a bit. Once these LBFM's hear you speak, knowing you're American, they will be on you like stink on shit. Pace yourself at first and see where things go. Ya follow?"

"Got it! Except for one thing."

"What's that?" Brett asked already knowing his question.

"What's a LBFM?"

"Little Brown Fucking Machine. It's my own affectionate nickname for the girls who work down here. You'll understand what I mean in the morning. Now let's go bust your Bangkok cherry."

Walking up to the front door, a young girl jumped off a barstool and opened the door smiling at both men as they passed. Once inside, an older woman looked up from her paperwork and spoke rather excitedly.

"Brett! Where you been? We miss you here! You no come by in long time! Bad boy!"

"Ahhh Mamasan! How have you been? I've been in the States on business. But I'm back and here for a little company."

"You know the place to come for best company in Thailand. Who that with you? He handsome man." She said looking Colby directly in the eyes.

"This is my new business associate Colby. Colby this is Mamasan. Anything you need, she can get it for you." Brett said laying on the charm.

"Brett! You fulla shit!"

Mamasan came from behind her register and slid her arm around Colby's waist and led him to a large red velvet curtain.

"You come with me. Give you best table in house and maybe find best girl for you too!"

Colby, attempting to equal Brett's charm with the woman, "I think I've already found the best girl Mamasan!"

"You Americans all alike! Fulla shit, fulla shit, and fulla more shit. But you new, so I let it slide and let you kiss me on cheek." She said coyly.

Colby did his duty and gave her a brief peck on the cheek and thanked her for her hospitality. As both men settled into a plush booth, Mamasan ran off yelling something in Thai to one of the waitresses.

Colby turned to Brett with raised eyebrows, "Business associate?"

"Ah hell, it just made our entrance much quicker explaining it that way. Not to mention you're gonna get the red carpet treatment while we are here. As you may have guessed, I've been here a time or two. Since they know you are with me, you won't have to deal with a lot of the shit normal tourists have to put up with."

"Define normal shit for me would you?"

"Well, contrary to what Mamasan says about us Americans being full of shit, most of the girls working in these bars all have an angle for making money. You're going to hear stories from girls saying they left the family farm in the north to come to the city to make money to send home to their folks. Maybe one out of every hundred are telling the truth, but to be honest with you, as pretty as these girls are, it's not worth the time to figure out which ones are being straight with you and which ones are conning you."

"I see. Alright then, like you suggested, I'll just sit back and keep quiet and feel the place out for a bit."

Looking down at the table Colby noticed there were already two beers there. Noting there hadn't been a waitress by yet he chalked it up to what Brett referred to as the red carpet treatment. Taking a long pull from the bottle he slowly scanned the place to take it all in.

Jutting from one wall, a stage about ten feet wide, spanning almost the entire length of the place. Surrounding the stage was a bar, which had probably ten people serving drinks and entertaining customers seated there. He noticed several of the barmaids were playing either Connect Four or Jenga with the patrons, cooing at them, or letting their fingers linger on their opponents hand between turns; anything to entice them into giving up more of their money.

Upon the stage there was a throng of girls dancing to outdated music. Six brass poles extended from stage floor to the ceiling, and each had at least two girls hanging on. Several girls danced together, scanning the room, waiting for someone to make eye contact. All the girls were dressed provocatively, ranging from two piece bikinis, sheer nighties, to cutoff shorts and tube tops. Each one was wearing a button about two inches in diameter, and a different number on each button.

Resisting the urge to ask Brett a few questions, Colby just sank back against the backrest and finished his beer. Watching the girls hustle the men at the bar was almost comical. Some of them were quite proficient at it as Colby observed a girl leave the bar with a man and come back; twice in a matter of 30 minutes or so.

Finally Brett broke the silence between them.

"Well what do you think?"

"I like it! Just one question though. What's with the buttons the girls wear?"

"Let me explain it like this. Think of that stage as a menu. When you see something that might fill your appetite, just ask our waitress to fill your order. Tell her the number you want and she will let the girl know. The girls know you are with me so don't worry about the usual hustle. They also know not to expect anything. They know you are still shopping."

"Kickass! I feel like a kid in a candy store with all this puss running around here half naked."

With a chuckle, Brett said, "Take your time and look closely. With this many girls, you can afford to be picky."

There were a great number of girls who caught Colby's eye. He tended to watch the smaller girls. Short, compact and usually full of spunk. As he looked through the mass of women on stage, he began narrowing down his options. Too tall, not enough chest, or the hair was too short. Eventually, he weeded out the majority, leaving four or five he thought were just right.

Signaling the waitress, Colby asked for one of the girls he thought was extremely cute. After a few minutes she made her way through the bar and slid into the booth next to him. Although very beautiful, she was extremely shy on avoided engaging in even the slightest conversation. No sparks were flying and she eventually moved on to another booth sitting between two Danish tourists.

"I said picky, but not that picky! What was wrong with her?"

"Too quiet. She needs to show a little interest to get my motor running."

"Hmmm. Have another beer. Plenty of time for you to find your dream woman."

"I'm not looking for a dream woman. Just someone who... "

Colby stopped in mid sentence as he felt someone slide into the booth next to him and gently lay their hand on his thigh. Turning to see who had intruded on their conversation, Colby's jaw lowered about 6 inches. A stunning girl with a face like porcelain slid a little closer to him. She had a brilliant smile, inviting eyes, and full luscious lips. She bowed her head slight and introduced herself.

"Hi! I'm Sangmani."

"Cobly. This is my friend Brett."

"I know him. He big spenda here. You new guy I never see before. First time Thailand?"

"Yes it is. Brett was kind enough to show me around. Are you from Thailand?"

"Maybe you buy me drink and I tell you." She cooed in his ear.

Brett rolled his eyes after this exchanged, and waived for a waitress. Whispering in her ear, she left and returned promptly with a round of drinks and Mamasan. Brett spoke quietly with Mamasan, who smiled and left the table. Colby, oblivious to Brett's actions sat enraptured at the sight of what sat to his right.

Taking her drink from the table, Sangmani continued after taking a few sips.

"I'm from Laos. Came here to make money... "

Colby prepared for the sob story Brett warned him about, but she surprised him.

"to start my own business. I make best dress of all Asia. This dress I wear now I make. You like?"

Colby glanced down and for the first time noticed she had a very full chest and a very slim waist, which gently curved into remarkably voluptuous hips.

"Yes. Very nice." He meant more than the dress.

"Maybe you buy one and bring home to girlfriend." She smiled.

Colby laughed, "No girlfriend at home. I'm a single man on vacation."

"Maybe you like girlfriend in Thailand?"

"Maybe. You want another drink?"

"You betcha big spenda!"

Colby turned to Brett who sat smiling already having ordered another round for the table which had grown a little more populated than when Colby noticed last. Brett had a pair of bookends that were drop-dead gorgeous. Colby grinned widely and raised his glass in salute. Turning back to Sangmani, he missed Brett whispering into one of the girl's ears. She eagerly slid right next to Colby and nonchalantly placed her hand on his lap. Suppressing the urge to cough his beer through his nose he snapped his head left to see who had their hand on his cock.

"Hi! I'm Kwan Li."

Initial shock beginning to wear off, Colby devoured her with his eyes. Much like Sangmani, she was a knockout. Although she had a smaller chest than Sangmani, her breasts stood high and firm on her chest. Nice he thought to himself, especially without a bra on to hold them up. This was evident because her nipples were clearly discernable through the sheer pastel blue top she was wearing.

Sangmani chimed in, "She pretty girl like me? You like?"

Colby was at a loss for words. Never had he had the attention of two more beautiful women, and at once no less. Decision time was coming soon and he knew it. He started shifting in his seat as he became more uncomfortable, mostly due to Kwan's hand working wonders under the table.

A voice ringing like fine crystal, Kwan Li asked, "You no like?"

Stuttering at first, "Yes, very much. You both are very pretty." Colby finished.

Both women beamed at him for the small compliment. Removing Kwan's hand from his semi-erect cock, Colby excused himself and asked Brett where the bathrooms were.

Leaning against the wall and letting a steady stream of urine go into the urinal Colby heard Brett's voice behind him.

"Okay, what seems to be the problem?"

Zipping up his fly, "No problem now that I can breath. I didn't realize how much I had been drinking and really had to piss."

"That's not what I meant. Don' tell me you didn't like either one of those girls."

"Hell no! I like em both. I just can't decide which one I like better."

Brett doubled over as he broke out into laughter.

"Jesus man. I'm sorry for laughing at you, but I keep forgetting this is your first time here. Let me make the choice simple for you. Take them both home and properly fuck the shit out of them."

With bulging eyes, "They'd do that?!"

"Trust me. When we get back to the table just let them both know you are ready to leave. I'll square everything away here and you can have my driver take you home."

"Square everything away?" Colby asked.

"Yeah. When you take one of the girls out of the bar you have to pay a bar fine. With one less girl on stage, Mamasan thinks she is losing money, so you have to pay her to compensate her. It's like that at every bar here. Just think of it as a rental fee if you will."