[The_Hustler]

Continued...

The dancer girl was gyrating about 5 metres away, and the occasional glances and smiles got me glued to her. Her charm was overwhelming, as I tried so bloody hard to stay calm. I motioned for her to have a drink with me... she nodded happily and step down from the podium.

Within moments, we were exchanging names and the conversation...err... was best describe as Chicken & Duck. She spoke a wee bit of English, and I was a complete Rojak Thai wreck.... but then, it's the materialism and body that talks in situation like this. She was a breath away, and everything about her from head to toes smell so good... superb packaging indeed.

Thankfully our Thai host was bridging all the language gaps and made everyone felt comfortable. The drinks were flowing, the merry making and occasional physical contacts were ongoing. I made a gesture to invite her for supper and she obliged... the first steps were laid. I was told that sex with them was not very possible... and past experiences of even 20K baht offerings were rejected. So I was just happy to have a beautiful lass for supper companionship.... nothing more...err... if have...good lah! Worst scenario...call up some escort agencies or late night joints to sextisfy myself.

The rest of the night in Caribbean was not just about the dancer... women of all packaging - exotic to innocent, u'll never grow tired. The stage shows were just as compatible to Sigfreid & Roy, and yes - a huge screen for Thai soccer freaks. With luck, I made a mini killing on the England game and more drinks followed with quite a handful of em lasses taking turn to torment me.

It's a pity Caribbean operates till only 2am... but it good in a way I could enjoy supper earlier than expected. We caught up with the seperated group of actors but surprisingly was told by our guide not very good to mix the girls form Caribbean with the high soi ppl...gee... social casting system existing right before my eyes! So I offered the option to my lil' sweet dancer girl and she drove (yes drove!) me to a place relatively popular to all cheongsters and working ladies - Hway Khwang. This place features late night pasar malam and glorious cheap food... I soaked into the ambience with ease. The food was seafood, kinda raw with spices input.. and she was feeding me like an obliging wife...goodness... no wonder so many men died in Thailand! The mood was heavenly... we were like newly-weds breaking into gleeful laughs, holding hands and planting soft kisses at the slightest opportunity.

Being a rather impatient guy, I whispered and asked if she could accompany the whole night thru... fcuk, must've been the liquor giving me false courage! I was a little taken aback and feared her reactions...

As if the Gods coordinated with my akward question... the whole Hway Khwang suddenly went black...power failure! That moment was electrifying through imagination.... I saw her silhouette against the back-up light, she nodded her head and think she said something like "dai"... after that, I finished my food in a frantic hurry.

To be continued...
The Hustler