I watched a show at the Throb on my first night at Pattaya. The show started with a swimwear show where the 20-30 men where dancing on stage in their skimpy white undies. It was more on the battle of the bulge. The men tried to half-erect their penis so the male fab audience (there are some females) will be encouraged to use their imagination and measure up that stupid thing under their thong. Some are stroking it right in front of your two (why only two, God?) naked eyes. With 30 men on the stage, you have a lot of choices in different body / penis shapes, skin, hairstyles and sex appeal and perhaps, services, they offer.
The bar has no entrance fee, unlike the Hotmale in Bangkok. But a beer costs you around 160 Baht (6 USD).
After the parade of boys in their swimwear, the customer’s attention was focused to an aquarium on the east side of the bar. Suddenly, a diver took a plunged into the aquarium and made some erotic dance moves under water. Then one swimmer followed and another followed. It was a threesome underwater show of erotica. Fabulous!
After that, their so-called Celebrity show began. It opened with Beyonce’s One Night only from the movie Dreamgirls. But the one who sang first was the look-alike of Jennifer Hudson. Funny. They were only lipsynching, of course. They did Chinese, Thai, English song and comedy stuff. They danced, too, in their fabulous costumes that only the creative juices of gay men could think of. I’ve been to a lot of gay impersonations and gay cabaret show but this one, I say, I was impressed but not very much.
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After the 30-minute show, the boys in whte undies returned to the stage, this time I think there were only 15-20 of them. Some were already tabled by the gay patrons.
There’s one who stood out for me: a cute but with an animalistic, rugged eyes. Even the way he moves on stage mesmerized me. He’s number 27. He always looked at my direction and he did, I would return his gaze. Call it, an eye for an eye. I had no intention really of hiring his services, whatever they are.
After gulping down the last liquid in my Heiniken bottle, I decided to call it a night. When I passed the stage, #27 was smiling at me. Those white, perfect teeth were hard to ignore.
It was an impulse that my hands dug down into my pocket and got a 100 Baht bill and handed it to him. And the funny thing was, all I could ever mutter was, “Do you speak English?” Hahahahaha… It was such a lame / stupid opening line, isn’t it. And he boyishly whispered “Yes, a little. Thank you.” His breath made my heart throb and as if by magic, my libido was awaken. I smiled (embarrassed of my stupidity) and went out without looking back. It was my first time to do such! Stupid! And stupid. Soooo stupid! LOL!
Outside was a scene of diversity and gayness. Men of all races and colors crowded the narrow streets and I heared voices negotiating, pimping, teasing bitching and laughing. Thai men who worked in bars as go-go dancers or waiters wore sleeveless white shirts with their bar’s name boldly printed on it’s back and front. Few have muscles, some are medium build and a lot are skinny. That’s right business with a lot of choices!
While wandering around for about 30 minutes, my feet brought me back to the Throb bar. The gay bar man dressed in a skimpy white shorts showed me the door and I had no choice but enter. Speechless. My feet dragged me inside and things happened so fast. I called Nong, the waiter who served me, to pick #27 for me. I just planned to talk and buy him a drink. But when, he came closer to me, he smiled so wide, his teeth pearly white and my heart went amok thumping.
Bitch, what’s happening to me?
When he was finally in front of me, he gave me a customary Thai gesture of saying hello—sawasdee. I tried to calm and control myself. He talked in whispers, like, you know, whispering his answers to my ear. What could be more seductive than that? And one time, he almost touched my lips while asking my name. And I responded, “My name’s Jennifer.” Soooooooo, I instantly decided I’d take him out for a night. I didn’t want him to notice that I was so gaga over him so he would not quote me a price that I would be shocked.
After the formal introductions, I finally asked how much would I pay for his services until 10:00 a.m. the next day. He said, “A thousand Baht only.” It was within my range of expectation so, I wasted no time, I told him to get dressed and I’d wait for him outside the bar. He called the waiter. He gave his number (#27) and the waiter collected 400 Baht from me for bar fee so Toom (the dancer) could be released for the night.
In five minutes, he emerged from the bar door and he saw me right away. Because he looked young, I wasn’t sure of his age so I asked. I’m not a pedophile. I believe in children’s rights (but doesn’t mean I don’t in human rights). He said he’s 25 and to convince me, he showed his Driver’s ID. Though written in Thai language, I can distinguish which one there is the birth date. So, I calmed down.
I told him we’ll buy something to eat first. We went to McDonald’s and take our orders out. In between our walks, I asked him a lot of questions—personal questions which he answered with no hesitations or inkling of queerness (read: dramaness).
When we arrived at my hotel’s lobby, the gay receptionist gave me my room key. I was surprised when he asked for my boy’s ID. It was, indeed, a good thing that I checked first. Toom’s ID was left in the counter. He said he can get it back after (the sex…?).
We ate a little first. I told him to take a bath which he obliged without question. I gave him a clean, new toothbrush. Then, he offered me a body massage which I was happy to succumb. He was good masseuse in fairness, not a hurried kind of massage you get from a professional sex worker whose concern is nothing but money. He said that they were trained to be a masseuse, too. While stroking my body, arms and legs with a sun-tanned body lotion, I asked him personal questions again. He answered most of them, but he didn’t answer few due to limited English. He said, he leaned his English by himself through books. He needs to be competitive too in his work or else, he can never be taken out by foreign guests.
When he finished massaging me, I told him to eat again. I sensed that he’s tired and hungry. He just didn’t eat but finished the food. Well, I encouraged him to. He cleaned up the table and went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth again.
This is the private stuff I knew about him. I’ll write it in the first person point of view:
”I grew up in Chiangmai, northern part of Thailand. My family is poor. My father is a farmer and my mother is just like any other mother’s in rural Thailand—a housekeeper and caretaker for her husband and children. We moved here in Pattaya two years ago. I tried to find a decent job enough to feed my family but I could not find one in our 10 months here. I’m just a high school graduate, you know. Now, my father is a laborer and my mother is very sickly nowadays.
Then, I met my new neighbor, Tsai, who was always dressed up fashionably, mostly wearing sleeveless showing off his muscles. He secretly told me that he’s a go-go dancer but he told his parents that he’s a waiter in a foreign restaurant. He speaks English good, so his parents believed him. At that time, I really have no idea of what exactly is the job of a go-go dancer. Of course, I know I know what it is but in every job there’s always the unwritten law. He told me that if I wanted to join him in his bar, he’ll tell his manager. I said, no, politely to him, but, instead, I asked him if he knew any waiting jobs in a restaurant. He said he would call me once he knew.
Two days later he called and reported to the restaurant on that night. It’s near where Tsai works. Since bars close at 2:00 a.m., we go home together after our work in his motorbike. But most of the time, he’s away with his customer. And the next time, we see each other, there’s always something new in him. Sometimes, he would buy me something. We were like that for a couple of months. I worked in the laundry shop during the day and at a restaurant during the day. But, everytime, I see Tsai, there’s always a pang of jealousy inside me and something that pushes me to try what’s he doing. It seemed an easy job and he seemed happy. It’s easy money.
One morning, on our way home, I told Tsai, I would try to do his job but a month after. I’m not confident of my body yet and I don’t even know how to dance. He was very helpful by telling me that he would enroll me to a gym and teach me how to dance when he’s free. Gym is not expensive, so he offered to pay and I promised him to pay later. He didn’t just do it. He told every dirty secrets of the business so I would be prepared on my baptism of fire. He said, that I should start learning basic English, too.
Then it finally happened. On my firs night at the bar, I saw a lot of boys. I was not sure if they were all gay boys. Some were very discreet or straight-acting. I asked my friend about these people and he said, mostly are gays, few are straight-acting, others are straight guys. And he said he belonged to the third one. So do I.
When I was handed with my white, skimpy underwear, my hearbeat was suddenly increasing. I changed and one by one, we went out of the room onto the stage. There were 30 of us that night and only me was the first-timer. The club was full with foreign gay men and some foreign women were there, too. I was surprised because other go-go dancers were not really dancing. I remember what my friend told me, “Dancing is the key to getting customers, but, don’t overdo it. You have beautiful teeth, so smile often, if not always.” I did what he told. And true enough, after 15 minutes of dancing on stage, someone asked for me. I went to the customers table. He was a fat, french man. He was really huge. He began touching me all over. He bough me a drink and when he asked me how I have been in the business, he would not believe me when I answered it’s my first time on that night. He called my manager and even before he could ask, my manager did his managerial spiel, “Do you like him? He’s a virgin. Tonight, his first night. He’s fresh, you see? Good body? Yes?” The French was shocked. My manager seemed to have advanced mental skills. So, he paid the bar fee and he took me out. It was not a good experience, really. But, it was a good thing because I was the top and he was the bottom. If I were the bottom, I don’t know what to do. Could be a shame? Maybe no, maybe, yes. I dunno, really. As soon as my job was finished, he paid me and told me I can leave.
The next day, I told my friend what happened. He said, that a lot of his customers are top, so I was lucky. I asked him what would I do next time? Though it was an awkward suggestion but he said, we could do it first or we could practice it or he could teach me. It’s like sex practice / exercise, you know. So, we did it—many times. The exercises were helpful really. I leaned how to control the pain, my body, my mind, my rectum, my everything just to make my customers satisfied. Now, when my friend and I both have no customers, we please ourselves together. But, only once in a while. Am I being gay? Bisexual, maybe. I still have a strong attraction with females. I’m not sure of having a relationship to an opposite sex now because I want it to be an honest relationship. I don’t think any girl could take my job simply as a job. Gay relationships, yes, because I’m in a gay business. As long as I can feed my family, I’d do everything. I don’t ask too much. Whatever is agreed, is agreed.
My family doesn’t know I’m doing this. All they know I’m still doing the laundry shop work and waiting work at night. My father is busy to ask questions. My mother is busy on reminding me not to work hard. My greatest dream? I dream to win a lottery and use the money to finish school. I do believe in the importance of education. Or someone could offer me a job enough to feed my family and education at the same time, I’d stop from this work? Do I like this job? Yes and No. Yes for the money. No for the promiscuity. Honestly, I can’t take having sex with different people. It’s like four or five different nationalities in a week. The best one? Well, I like Asian customers though they don’t give much tip but I like the way they treat us. And when I have sex with them, there’s a little love there. Slow, passionate and never rush. That’s what I want, too. Normally, I charged the caucasians 1500 baht for 3 hours but for the Asians, a thousand only up to 8 hours. That’s because I know, I’m well-taken cared off in their hands."
When he emerged from the bathroom, he was go-go dancing nearing to my bed. He was teasing me. He climbed on the bed and was still dancing. He was one erotic dancer, I tell you. I was just there smiling, touching his smooth legs, caressing his body while he continued dancing. When he finished, he bowed the Thai way and I clapped my hands. We kissed. Softly. Lip-locked. Passionately. Caressing. Moaning. Then, we went inside the bed quilt. Then, I whispered, “Let’s do things slowly. Let’s do this in the morning. I know you’re tired now.” And he answered, “If it’s your wish, then, I’ll follow you, princess.” Holy shit, he just called me princess! I told him it’s my first time to hire someone. And he said, he’ll try to come up with my expectations. And I replied, I have no expectations from you. Just be yourself.
He wrapped me around his body. And we went to hibernation together. In the morning, before he left, we did “it.” It was awesome.
We took a bath together, and it took us 35 minutes. Imagine what we did. After he dressed up, I handed him the 1000 bath bill.
For the first time in my life, I felt so desperate that I have to pay someone just to have sex with me. It was a weird feeling and I felt sorry for myself. But the indelible Thai smile he gave me when he accepted my money was a smile of pure joy though his eyes can’t lie. I guess, he was happy that he now have something to buy food for whoever he loves and cares. And maybe, it could help him fulfill his dream for pursuing higher education.
Before he reached for the door, he hugged me and whispered, “Thanks for treating me well. You are my best customer so far. I like you, really. If you want you can give me your email address and we can keep in touch.” He released me and I said, “No email address. We would better end this way.”
He gave me a hug again and showed him the door. Before I closed it, he gave me a kiss again. Then, finally, he went down.
Thirty seconds later, my room phone rang. It was from the receptionist. He asked if everything is ok or nothing is lost before he could give back the guy’s ID. I said, he’s a very good Thai guy. He said thank you and put the down the phone.
I end this piece with a line sang by Lea Salonga from Miss Saigon musical, “How come in one night we’ve come so far?”
