4. Newbie goes to Soi Twilight
When Bjorn came to the Malaysia hotel to pick up Larson he called his fellow Swede to come down to the lobby. Duff was in the lobby too, using the Internet. Bjorn introduced the two.
- Mr. Larson. I heard so much about you, said Duff.
- What did Bjorn tell you? Not the truth I hope?
- He speaks of you in the most flattering terms, said Duff.
- Watch him, said Larson. When Bjorn flatters he is dangerous.
- We are going on a bar round, said Bjorn. Would you like to join us, Duff?
- Thanks but I have a new boy strategy now.
- A new strategy?
- Internet dating. I am chatting on gay.com hoping to avoid the moneyboys.
- Good luck, said Bjorn. You’ll need it!
- A word of warning, said Bjorn while the two men sat in the back seat of a taxi going down Rama 4 road. Keep them over 18. The cops are strict here.
- 18? How conservative. Back home it is 15.
- Actually the age of consent is 15 in Thailand too. 18 is for prostitution. It is a foggy legal area but don’t push your luck. We had a tourist last month that got arrested.
- What did he do?
- He was found in bed with someone who was twelve.
- Twelve? At that age all they have are bad haircuts, squeaky voices, skinny bodies, obnoxious attitudes and useless little peckers. I don’t want any twelve-year-olds.
- I know. I am just asking you to be careful about the age of boys you meet. The Thais put the tourist in the newspaper with name and picture. They had a picture of the boy too, half naked. It was not a pretty sight.
- Thai boys seem so young anyway. I asked a waiter at the hotel his age. He is handsome. I had guessed 20. He said he was 28.
The taxi stopped in Suriwong road, in front of Soi Twilight. The touts smelled a newbie and concentrated their efforts on Larson. “Have show now!” they said while grabbing his arm. “Have many boy”, “have new boy”, “have young boy”, “you look, is free”.
Bjorn had advised Larson not to speak to the touts. Instead they went upstairs to a go-go bar. The door boys wai’ed them and said welcome. Once inside the manager, a Thai man in his 40ies, gave them seats. The dancing show began.
Bjorn knew his friend’s taste and had picked the right place.
- This is a go-go bar like I had imagined it, said Larson. The music, the lights, the boys! They are gorgeous, all of them.
- Take your time, said Bjorn. This is the show. Later they will do go-go.
- This place is incredible, said Larson. I bet you come here every day.
- Not quite, said Bjorn. The attraction wears off after a while if you live here.
- Wears off? You mean you are getting spoilt? We have nothing like this in Europe.
- That’s true. I guess living in Thailand does spoil me.
When the show was over the music changed and the boys who had been sitting along the walls ran up on the stage, formed neat lines and started dancing. Or at least moving slightly to the music. The boys didn’t dance around a metal pole like Larson had imagined. But he did appreciate the rapid changes of position, which allowed him a good look at each candidate. The boys wore tight white underwear. Most of them tried to catch Larson’s eye.
- What a sight, said Larson. I didn’t come here to whoremonger but is it possible to chat with one of them?
- Chatting is allowed. Tell the manager which one you want and he will come over to you.
- There are too many to choose from.
- How about number 22?
- Cute face. But 7 has a better body.
- Number 36 is one of my favourites.
- He is lovely. They are all lovely. Except the two straight ones. They look out of place.
- There is someone for everyone.
- I suddenly feel guilty. We are talking about the boys as if they are things for sale in a market. This one has a spot on it, this one is too old, or that one looks nice.
- This is a market.
- I guess it is. But isn’t it degrading for the boys to be stared at and discussed like this? They must understand we are talking about them.
- Degrading? Maybe. But that’s the way it is. They are here for the money. You will find they are eager enough to please you.
- Number 22 really looks sweet.
- He is new. I haven’t seen him before.
- If I bring him over, what do I do?
- Relax and let him do the work. Let him seduce you, just like I seduced you once.
- Pardon? You never seduced me.
- Getting pre-senile already? I seduced you.
- You did not. I charmed you to bed.
- It was 30 years ago but there are some things I don’t forget. I grabbed your jingle bells, remember?
- Well, yes. But I had planned that.
- You had?
- Of course. It would not be appropriate for a teacher to take the initiative with a student. So I deliberately led you into making the first move.
- Sure, Mr. Casanova. Now tell the masasan number 22 can come over to you.
- Mamasan?
- The manager. Same thing.
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