170. Superboy bar
Larson asked around for where Superboy bar was. Nobody had heard of it.
But Larson found an ad in one of the free nightlife publications the hotel had in the reception. Superboy was a new bar, and according to the advertising it was the best ever to open in Bangkok, with the most gorgeous hosts and the friendliest service possible. “Western management” the ad said.
Larson spotted the bar in the soi behind Tawan. A large neon sign said “Superboy” in deep red and blue colours - the Superman colours. A couple of touts sat on small plastic stools outside the bar. When Larson came they got up and said “boy show!” “young boy” “you look first” and “welcome sir”. They opened the door for Larson and gave him a push in the back when he hesitated.
Inside a ladyboy mamasan, also dressed in superman colours, greeted Larson with a wai. She showed him a seat with a view to the stage.
Larson looked around to see if Lek was among the waiters, but could not see the boy.
But when he looked at the stage a familiar body shape stood out among the dozen boys in underwear who were dancing or standing there. Larson recognised the back and the butt, and those legs too. It was Lek, but the boy was standing with his back to Larson. Lek had spotted Larson when he entered the bar and didn’t want to be seen.
What is he doing? thought Larson. He is supposed to be a waiter. Why is he on the stage almost naked?
- You see boy you lie? asked the mamasan.
- That one standing on the corner with his face turned away, said Larson.
- Number seven? Him name Lek. Him good boy.
- I know, said Larson. - But I thought he was a waiter here.
- No waiter, said mamasan. - Him boy a-go-go. You want him sit with you?
- No, said Larson grimly.
The mamasan and the Swede sat in silence for a while, watching the boys move on the stage. Another customer, an older farang, said something to one of the waiters. The waiter gave Lek a signal and Lek jumped down onto the floor and went to the farang.
- What is he doing? said Larson.
- Him go sit farang.
- That old troll over there? What is he thinking?
Mamasan laughed politely, unsure what Larson meant.
- No problem sir, said mamasan. - If him go upstair is quick. Ten minute finit and come back. You can have next.
Larson felt ill. The white-haired farang was holding Lek around the shoulders and Lek was smiling and nodding to whatever the farang said. Lek avoided looking in Larson’s direction.
- I can’t stand this, said Larson. He pressed his hands against his head.
- What? said mamasan.
- I want to speak to your boss.
- You want speak boss me? Him stay office.
- Get him!
- Why? You angry me?
- No. Just get the boss please.
The mamasan left and came back with a farang. Larson recognised the owner right away. Of all people it had to be him.
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