You forget the movie.Originally Posted by Nirish guy
She first walks into a shop by herself looking like a whore, then they scorn her, and tell her to get out. So she goes back to the hotel crying to the manager, and he hooks her up with a friend who owns a clothing store. She proceeds to buy the town, then goes back to the first store looking like a princess with tons of shopping bags in her hand and says, "You guys work on commission, right? Big mistake! Big big mistake!", then walks out.
Like I said, if the owner isn't there..... then the owner isn't there. Probably is never there.
They don't work on commission... They're probably paid like 30 Baht per hour to sit there just so the store doesn't look empty. And they're probably teenagers who probably can't speak a single word of English. The type of excellent customer service you're expecting doesn't happen accidentally, or naturally. It takes an enormous effort and hard work to diligently maintain it. .....and many shop owner's simply don't. End of story.
Probably the owner is the wife of some rich guy.... and she couldn't be bothered with such "managerial" duties.
Oh, and also, I've *never* been asked, "Would you like to try that on?" Never in Thailand. Never in the USA. Never even at the Versace or Prada stores on 5th Ave. This isn't a 1955 movie. If you want to try something on, say, "Excuse me. Do you have a fitting room where I could try this on please?" That works every time.
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Sorry, Bruce, but your explanation just doesn't hold water in this case.
The item I was after is made by probably the most famous retailer of this product in the world; one of the reasons it is rather expensive is because their stores are only found in high -end shopping malls and beautifully fitted out. And they certainly don't employ teenagers. In other stores I've visited over the years the employees are all immaculately dressed, speak perfect English, are extremely polite and have an excellent technical knowledge of the product. As a consumer, all of that is part of what I'm paying for and so I have a right to that standard of service. The company would be horrified if they knew how their employees were treating potential customers.
If you've ever been in Cartier (no, it wasn't there) you'll know what kind of customer service I'm talking about. And I didn't get it. None of what you said would apply to employees in Cartier.
Back to happier things.
After yesterday's romp in the sack I decided that would be it for the day. No more sex. But I ventured out just before midnight and found myself outside Screwboys. I thought I'd have one drink, ogle the guys a bit and then go to bed.
They opened the door for me and tried to push me inside, but they had a show in progress and I wasn't interested. Thinking I'd come back after the show I asked the doorman how many guys they had working. Thirty, he said. Yeah, right! I don't think I've ever seen 30 guys in Screwboys, certainly not at that time of night. Four boys from the bar were hanging around outside waiting for the show to finish. That was probably it. When I was told drinks are 350 baht, I left.
I headed on down to Super A. I was the only customer. I chose a young handsome guy to sit with me. It's always a gamble there because you sometimes don't know the size of the package you're going to be playing with. Some guys show their hardons on stage, others don't. In this case I just saw him standing in the dark wearing a pair of black jocks.
Normally I don't go for skinny twinks, but he was very nice-looking. He told me his name was Joe and that he was from Myanmar. Bonus! I put my hand down his pants. Oh dear! I'd missed out again. Still, I was grateful that at least he didn't have any mooks or silicone. You have to look on the bright side. Lol.
We chatted for about an hour. He was very shy and although he spent most of that time giving me a massage, his hands never went anywhere near my cock. And he never got hard the whole time.
A customer appeared and all the boys - there were about 5 - jumped up on stage. One sported a very impressive member which he was rubbing enthusiastically. I wanted him! So I quickly finished my drink, gave Joe a tip and called the other guy over.
His name is Bun. And Bun was fun. He's from Isaan. Say no more. As soon as he sat down his cock was out and his hand was inside my shorts. He was hard for the entire time and we took turns wanking him. Every now and then he'd lean over and kiss me and start feverishly jerking my cock at the same time.
I stayed with him until the bar closed at 2. I did think about offing him as he'd be an excellent top, but by now I was very sleepy and my hand was about to fall off, so I went home alone. Besides, I was still feeling the effects of the pounding I'd had earlier.
My guy was dressed and waiting for me when I entered Golden Cock. But I decided I'd stay for one drink. As soon as we sat down he had his hand up my shorts and got down to business. Within seconds he had me hard and ready for action. This guy knows how to work a cock, even in the confines of a pair of shorts. No uncomfortable jerking or clumsy groping, just a smooth rhythmical action. What a talent!
All the time he was kissing me softly on the cheek and talking dirty.
"I very horny today. I fuck you hard long time. Ok?"
Sure, no problem.
Back in the room he dropped his pants and out popped a boner, pointing to the ceiling. Shit! He wasn't joking ; he IS horny.
He knows how much I love his gorgeous butt so after coming out of the shower he lays on his stomach to let me enjoy the view. I put my head on it, using it as a pillow and as I caressed it he slowly spread his legs so I had access to the goods. He's the type of guy who knows exactly what I like and willingly accommodates without having to be asked. It's one of the benefits of sticking to the same guy every day.
After the regular foreplay - 69 - he started his massage routine, kissing me passionately all over, his hands reaching every nook and cranny.
I sensed he urgently wanted to fuck. Today I intended to take his cock for at least half an hour, but I failed miserably. In fact, I think I lasted less than 20 minutes. This was because today he was so horny and really gave it to me hard. After going through his favourite positions he put me on the missionary position, closed his eyes and went at it like a madman. That's when I finally threw in the towel. So I obviously have a long way to go before I can lay claim to being a power bottom! Lol.
He ripped off the condom and lay on his back.
"I want to cum! I want to cum!"
Normally I have to grasp his cock in a particular way to chuck-wow him - he has his very own technique and insists that I do it his way, but today he didn't bother. He let me just grab it and jerk it my way.
He was so horny he came in less than a minute. Now, that's definitely a first for him. And what a huge orgasm! I scrambled to stop the cum running down his sides and dripping onto the sheets but I couldn't catch it all in time. He made quite a mess!
He then finished me off, very enthusiastically as usual. This guy just gives it his all.
Wow! What has he been on today? Give me some!
He couldn't explain his horniness but said he woke up that way this morning and resisted the urge to rub one out because he was seeing me today. Mmmm....
It's now getting late. Time to head out again.
In downtown Bangkok it's all about dress code. Be a pauper but dress like a millionaire and you get all their attention-until they find out you're a pauper. I went into a highrise building to visit my airline's office in order to change my ticket. I was dressed "american" casual like Steve Jobs did and I was treated like a leper by security, by people in the elevator and by the airline staff.
Yeah, dress code is fairly important here for some reason, but I'm used to it now. I have two sets of clothes -- one of inside the house, and one for outside. Always keep a set of "outside" clothes behind me on a chair in my office. My "inside" clothes are just crappy basketball shorts, sweat shorts, worn out shirts, etc... but they're light, comfortable, and keep me cool during the warm months.
Every time I leave though, even if it's just around the corner to a mom & pop shop to grab some water or a couple beer, I always throw on the set of "outside" clothes I have behind me on the chair. Nice, long heavy jeans, proper shirt, etc. Right when I get back home though, I strip down, and throw my inside clothes back on.
How many times have I said to you a447, that looking like Sir Les Patterson is not a good look, especially in a hi-so store in Siam Paragon. On several occasions IтАЩve said that you really need to pay more attention to your appearance. You know you scrub up well when you make the effort.
Ok, all joking aside, after reading your post I felt the depth of your anger a447. I think you were spot on with your description of the reasons for the indifference, bordering on rudeness of the sales assistants.
IтАЩve always been treated well by shop staff in Thailand, my normal dress code during the day, and in this heat, is knee-length shorts. But then again, I donтАЩt think they were really hi-so shops. The nearest IтАЩve come to a hi-so shop is the BMW sales display at Siam Paragon, where IтАЩve wandered around several times, on different occasions, looking longingly at the cars on display. No sales staff ever approached me . . . so, following your post, I now know the reason why, - it was my shorts that gave me away as a penniless, window-shopping fa-r├аng!
Turning now to your reports of your numerous day and night sexual shenanigans, which, as always, IтАЩm enjoying reading. But I also noted that you said you are a, тАШman on a missionтАЩ. Strangely enough, thatтАЩs precisely what I thought after reading your previous trip report. IтАЩm almost afraid to ask, but what exactly is your mission this time? :-ss
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Jellybean, please do not cat aspersions on Sir Les! I'll have you know that in Australia he is considered an icon of the diplomatic corps and is very well-respected by all. He's sophisticated, educated (he graduated with honours from Moonee Ponds Primary School) and, of course, he's done pioneering work as Chairman of the Australian Cheese Board. He was recently honoured by the Governor-General for introducing individually wrapped Kraft cheese slices into Switzerland. It has lead to a revival in popularity of fondue in that country and added thousands of dollars to Australia 's economy. And as for his dress-sense, he's considered the epitome of style so yes, I'd love to be able to afford to wear his clothes. I think I'd look good in polyester, no worries!
But back to my mission. It's to buy a certain product which I can't readily get hold of back home. That's why I was in Siam Paragon. I didn't find it there either so I'm going to Kuala Lumpur on my way home to see if I can lay my hands on one. If I can't find one there, I'll drop into Singapore. The manufacturer is only making a few of the particular model I'm after and they are sold as soon as they hit the store. You have to be in the store on the day one arrives and grab it then and there. I can pre-order one from the authorised dealer back home but there's at least a 2 year wait, and even then there's no guarantee I'll get one. And I'm not prepared to wait - I want it NOW!! I'm willing to pay more than the RRP as I'd be able to sell it at a nice profit (not that I would).
Now, what was the other reason I'm in Thailand? Oh yes, Thai cock.
Super A has gone downhill - not that it was ever very far up. I arrived around 10:30 and was the only customer. The first guy I chose was Matt (Max? Man?) He's very masculine and had a nice body. The mama-san clinched the deal when she told me he was from Isaan. He sat down and immediately displayed the goods. Mmmm.....a bit small for an Isaan boy, but quite reasonable. He touched my leg but that's all - his hand never ventured anywhere near my cock. After a bit of conversation we went quiet and just sat there in silence. All went pear-shaped when he pulled out his phone and showed me photos of his two children! He went onto Facebook and then started playing a game!
I quickly finished my drink and waved him a bit so fond goodbye.
The next guy is the most handsome boy in the bar - when he smiles he's gorgeous. His name is Yo and he's from Myanmar. As soon as I saw him I remembered he'd sat with me on my last visit. As soon as I put my hand down his pants I realised why I didn't get him to sit with me every night last time I was there - his cock is very, very small. He did manage to get it up once but only for a few seconds. It had tripled in size and was now about 12 centimetres (I'm being generous here). He is a trained masseur and gave me a wonderful leg and neck massage, removing all the stiffness. He failed miserably in removing any stiffness from my cock, no matter how hard he tried. And try he did. Any boy who puts his hand on my cock gets a generous tip, so to speak.
But I still hadn't found a big cock so I decided to choose yet another guy. Billy came and sat with me. He's from Laos. His cock was like an iron rod and it stayed that way the entire time. Amazing. And a respectable size to boot. Unlike Yo, he not only put his hand up my shorts, he actually put it inside my jocks and gave me a real hands-on experience. In the end I was put off by the constant pressure to off him. It became unbearable as we got closer to closing time. So I left.
Super A has a few fems who are really annoying. As I'm sitting there enjoying myself they prance around in front of us, touching my leg, feigning horror at our antics, shoving their arse in my face, grabbing the guy's nipples, etc.
But I bet I end up there again tonight.
a447, your adventures brought to mind the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears with almost the same ending!
Goldilocks ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the forest. And she never returned to the home of the three boyz.
Hope you do return and find some porridge that is just right for you.
We lay on the bed chatting before the main event. We both thought we'd like to experiment a little too spice things up so started discussing different positions. He already has quite a repertoire and I just follow his lead and let him have his way with me.
His favourite position is me lying flat on my stomach with my legs together, but today he turned 45 degrees to fuck me sideways. He then turned another 45 degrees so our heads were opposite each other and his feet were on my shoulders. It was like a scene out of a porn movie. If only I had a mirror to watch!
Watching the occasional hetero porn, I get the impression that gays are more inventive when it comes to fucking positions. Soi Twilight fuck shows tend to illustrate that point. I love the way he is so adventurous and is always willing to try something new. Unfortunately, some positions require an extra large cock, and although he is from Isaan he doesn't possess a nine incher.
We decided that today we'd watch some porn to get some more ideas.
After we'd finished he praised me for hanging in so long. He reckons he had fucked me for around 40 minutes but it was nowhere near that - more like half. I always feel a bit guilty when I give up because I know how much he likes to fuck, but I'm doing my best!
Although he wasn't as horny as the day before, he came quickly with a chuck -wow. Not surprising, as he must surely be close to cumming after so much fucking. How does he manage to last so long? It's not as though he stops every now and then to keep from cumming - he has incredible stamina and just keeps banging away relentlessly. I sometimes wonder how long he'd last of I let him finish.
I headed over to Hotmale around 10:30. At first the soi seemed packed, but it turned out those people were all the touts. I walked down the soi but I was the only farang.
Dreamboys are advertising drinks for 500 baht!!! I guess that's their new normal. I was tempted to go inside to check out how empty the bar was but instead I ended up at Hotmale.
When I entered, the place was pretty deserted. Oh dear, and this is supposed to be high season. They had lots of boys on stage, as per usual, and most of them were familiar to me.
The best place for a bit of interaction with the boys is in the stairwell at the back of the bar so I headed off to have a smoke. I was soon joined by a Vietnamese guy and we chatted a bit. Then a guy with dyed brown hair turned up, said hello and quickly flopped out his massive member, but only for a second or two so there was no getting my hand on it. I was sitting right at the end of the stairs the boys come down so I got to see them close up and was able to exchange a few words with them.
I went back inside to look at the boys. Then I saw him! Number 20. OMG, what a cutie! A small, slim guy who looked rather young. Had he not been working in the bar, I would have thought he was about 15. We made sure contact and he smiled at me. God, he's just gorgeous!
The show began and lo and behold he turned up in the big cock show! Along with the Vietnamese guy I'd chatted to earlier!
After the show I made my was quickly over to the stairwell and sure enough, they both turned up for a chat. Mr Cutie is 2O years old and is also from Vietnam. We were also joined by a couple more Vietnamese guys and a couple from Myanmar. They were all after an off but lacked the business nous to encourage the customer. Someone needs to tell them that of they gave the customer a quick look at the goods, or even better a quick feel, they'd multiply their chances tenfold. Well, with me they would! Although Mr Cutie was too young for me - I could not have sex with someone who looks young, even though he is of legal age.
I went back to my seat and Mr Cutie came and joined me. He told me he was top only and that he could fuck for a long time. Mmmm......perhaps I could make an exception. No, I couldn't. But if you are into the perfect twink, he's definitely for you.
After the show I went to Super A. The two customers got up and left as I walked in (was it something I said?) and I found myself alone again in the bar. The boys who were still awake lined up in front of me. Mmmm...who haven't I sat with yet?
I chose a quite attractive boy. He looked very familiar. He sat down and before I could reach inside his briefs his drink arrived. He then pulled out his rock-hard cock and put my hand on it. Oh, nooo! A mook! He's the guy who sat with me on my last visit. I transnational now. To make things worse, his cock was really small. Fuck!!!
I want interested in his cock - it was a real turn-off- and he was only interested in watching the soap opera on TV. He had to go!
I finished my drink and thanked him. Off he went. The mama-san has been pushing me every night to sit with a Cambodian guy but he isn't really my type. But there wasn't much choice so I relented. There were 4 others available but it would be a shame to wake them.
As soon as he sat down he pulled down the front of my shorts and stayed giving me blow job. WTF?? Whoa! Not here!
"It ok. No have customer."
Mmmm...he's right. There were no other customers and I didn't have to worry about the boys; they've seen it all before and couldn't give a fuck. So we moved further down the bar to a darker area and I let him go for it. I sat there chatting to the mama-san ("See? I tell you he good boy!") and enjoying a drink while he worked feverishly on my cock.
It was time to cum, so time to go. I thanked him for his special service and rewarded him handsomely. I wandered back to the hotel with a huge smile on my face.
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