bother me in the slightest that they saw me as a child with whom they eagerly wanted to have sex. My role was to fulfil their fantasy—whatever that fantasy might be.
It didn’t take long to adapt to my new profession. I knew it was illegal, but customers didn’t come to bars under duress; they willingly paid for my services. My profession may not be entirely honest but it definitely shouldn’t qualify as criminal. Thankfully, I’ve never been before a judge or been in prison because of it. Buyers and prostitutes negotiate their own terms based on mutual consent. Prostitution is against the law in Thailand, yet there are innumerable red-light districts. Entrepreneurs in the sex business tend to appear in the guise of everything from barbers to taxi drivers. One does not have to go far to find what one wants. Besides, if you walk down Silom Road, there are unlicensed vendors selling pirated CDs/DVDs, including porn, and brand-name counterfeits in broad daylight, 365 days a year, and they don’t get arrested. We all do what we have to in order to survive.
Buddhism forbids promiscuity. It’s sinful to sleep with countless partners, let alone clients; but I’d rather sin than go hungry and be forced to steal to fill my belly. The one thing that’s bothered me most about my work is the amount of dishonesty involved. A great level of pretence was always necessary, especially when dealing with male clients.
CHAPTER 8
During my first week as a go-go dancer, I was bought out every day. I was a fresh face and everyone wanted a taste of the new kid on the block, or the stage as it were. I was a superstar, or at least I believed I was—a short-lived delusion harboured by most newcomers. I was receiving an average of 1,500 to 2,000 baht for each ‘quickie’. Although considered unwise from a business point of view, I never actually specified a set price for my services.
‘How much you pay is up to you,’ I always told my clients.
Believe it or not, I sometimes got more than the going rate. My minimum fee was 1,500 baht, but if I struck gold, I could earn 4,000 baht and more. If a client happened to be stingy then I had no problem demanding a fair price.
With my wallet bulging, my self-esteem climbed and continued to do so, as if propped up by the interest and affection that the farangs were showering upon me. I felt for the first time in ages that my life was going somewhere.
I worked diligently at seducing men with my come-hither looks and sexy dance moves, which caused farangs to follow me upstairs two or three times a night. As a result I had no problem funding my expensive social life.
After a month of bar work, I still hadn’t had anal sex. I’d made a point of being upfront with customers, telling them, ‘I am not bottom boy. I don’t put in mouth too!’ As time went on I grew accustomed to the scene and relaxed somewhat. I started to have fun, and became more intimate and experimental with male clients. After a string of easy-to-please fellows, things turned a lot raunchier. I began to allow clients to insert their fingers into my anus, and occasionally, farangs would lick and suck my anus in order to stimulate me. I must admit that I found it strange but went along with it. The most mind-boggling foreplay I ever encountered was men sucking my toes. We Thais consider feet the lowest part of the body, almost unholy; they shouldn’t be pointed at others or even played with, no matter how clean they appear to be. Sucking on them like lollipops—now that was just plain bizarre.
My clients sensed I’d become less inhibited and began asking me to do all sorts of crazy things, such as ejaculating into their mouths or all over their faces. Others requested that I urinate or even defecate on their bodies. I couldn’t comprehend how anyone would find such base acts pleasurable. I could only shake my head confusedly while trying not to laugh in their faces. I began to put my personal feelings aside, and did
It didn’t take long to adapt to my new profession. I knew it was illegal, but customers didn’t come to bars under duress; they willingly paid for my services. My profession may not be entirely honest but it definitely shouldn’t qualify as criminal. Thankfully, I’ve never been before a judge or been in prison because of it. Buyers and prostitutes negotiate their own terms based on mutual consent. Prostitution is against the law in Thailand, yet there are innumerable red-light districts. Entrepreneurs in the sex business tend to appear in the guise of everything from barbers to taxi drivers. One does not have to go far to find what one wants. Besides, if you walk down Silom Road, there are unlicensed vendors selling pirated CDs/DVDs, including porn, and brand-name counterfeits in broad daylight, 365 days a year, and they don’t get arrested. We all do what we have to in order to survive.
Buddhism forbids promiscuity. It’s sinful to sleep with countless partners, let alone clients; but I’d rather sin than go hungry and be forced to steal to fill my belly. The one thing that’s bothered me most about my work is the amount of dishonesty involved. A great level of pretence was always necessary, especially when dealing with male clients.
CHAPTER 8
During my first week as a go-go dancer, I was bought out every day. I was a fresh face and everyone wanted a taste of the new kid on the block, or the stage as it were. I was a superstar, or at least I believed I was—a short-lived delusion harboured by most newcomers. I was receiving an average of 1,500 to 2,000 baht for each ‘quickie’. Although considered unwise from a business point of view, I never actually specified a set price for my services.
‘How much you pay is up to you,’ I always told my clients.
Believe it or not, I sometimes got more than the going rate. My minimum fee was 1,500 baht, but if I struck gold, I could earn 4,000 baht and more. If a client happened to be stingy then I had no problem demanding a fair price.
With my wallet bulging, my self-esteem climbed and continued to do so, as if propped up by the interest and affection that the farangs were showering upon me. I felt for the first time in ages that my life was going somewhere.
I worked diligently at seducing men with my come-hither looks and sexy dance moves, which caused farangs to follow me upstairs two or three times a night. As a result I had no problem funding my expensive social life.
After a month of bar work, I still hadn’t had anal sex. I’d made a point of being upfront with customers, telling them, ‘I am not bottom boy. I don’t put in mouth too!’ As time went on I grew accustomed to the scene and relaxed somewhat. I started to have fun, and became more intimate and experimental with male clients. After a string of easy-to-please fellows, things turned a lot raunchier. I began to allow clients to insert their fingers into my anus, and occasionally, farangs would lick and suck my anus in order to stimulate me. I must admit that I found it strange but went along with it. The most mind-boggling foreplay I ever encountered was men sucking my toes. We Thais consider feet the lowest part of the body, almost unholy; they shouldn’t be pointed at others or even played with, no matter how clean they appear to be. Sucking on them like lollipops—now that was just plain bizarre.
My clients sensed I’d become less inhibited and began asking me to do all sorts of crazy things, such as ejaculating into their mouths or all over their faces. Others requested that I urinate or even defecate on their bodies. I couldn’t comprehend how anyone would find such base acts pleasurable. I could only shake my head confusedly while trying not to laugh in their faces. I began to put my personal feelings aside, and did
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