the third sex

I have just received this email from a member of the main site, and I’m reproducing it here in full with his kind permission.

Dear Captain,

My latest Thai escapade is over and I am back in farangland with some wonderful stories and pics to share. At this time, however, I would like to share a particular experience not only with you, but with the whole Capt O audience if you agree that it could be of general interest and educational for members not yet so acquainted with the ways of the Thai seductresses.

I am an experienced ladyboy punter, who in Pattaya three weeks ago made the acquaintance at a go-go bar of a rather unique ladyboy. Let’s call her “X” because it is the gentlemanly thing to do. X is unlike any other ladyboy I ever met. She is 99 percent passable (and I can spot them a mile away), the only thing giving her away being the proverbially salient Adam’s apple.

She has none of the exaggerated feminine appearance and mannerisms of most Thai ladyboys, and has all of the quiet, reserved, shy grace of the real born and nurtured Thai girls. She is quite beautiful with light, clean skin, long black hair, small everything, and with the soft baby flesh, just like a real Thai lady in her late teens. Moreover, she is bright and resourceful, which at only 20 had enabled her to become a…MAMASAN at a bar.

As soon as I spotted her, I could not take my eyes off her, and, ignoring the advances of a dozen or so minimally clad young ladies and ladyboys, offered to buy her a drink. She played hard to get, saying she never went with customers, but I knew she was enjoying my attention. I clinched the deal by offering to barfine her and anyone else she liked in the bar, so we could go play bowling and go to the disco together (no, a threesome was not what I had in mind this time).

And so we did (she actually picked a young boy, who had just come from her hometown and was learning the ropes as a waiter). We had a fun time, and then with just the two of us it continued more intimately in my hotel room. In bed she was just like the real Thai ladies: towel-shy, willing to please, and by no means horny and pornographic like most ladyboys. In the morning, we had a late breakfast outside and she expressed what I took to be uncomfort at taking the money I insisted I wanted to give her when we separated for the rest of the afternoon.

She had to go prepare a big party at her bar that night, so I told her I would go by late to pick her up again. I kept myself busy the rest of the day (including a shortime with a ladyboy with a cock bigger than my forearm, but that’s a different story) and later went to her bar. X looked ravishing in traditional Thai attire and relished even more my attentions (I brought her a stuffed toy as a gift). The party was great and I truly had fun dancing with and liberally feeling and kissing the girls and ladyboys.

After closing time, X suggested karaokeing and bringing along two of the ladyboys whose company I had enjoyed that night. Being more like your typical barladyboys, these two were not shy about kissing me, opening my zipper and directing my hand to theirs.

When X went to the bathroom, one started to blow me while I karaoke-sang “YMCA”. Anyway, we all parted in good spirits, but that night X was too much like a real girl: passively withholding sex, which meant just lying there while I licked her from head to toe, but never showing an urge to be fucked.

Same story in the morning – whereas the day before she had woken me up with a loving blowjob, this time she just stood there while I swallowed her tiny hard pecker and sparsely-hairy balls and positioned my neglected genitalia in front of her face in the vain hope of a 69.

I never really understood why she changed her attitude (my flirting with the other ladyboys? just tired? somebody told her something about me?). Given the dampened mood, after breakfast I gave her much less money than the previous day and she took it quietly. I told her I had to go back to Bangkok and would come back in a few months, but she probably realised I was just saving face.

Anyway, I did stay in Pattaya, fucked some more ladyboys and ladies, went to Cambodia for sightseeing and came back. The main reason for telling my story in such detail comes now. A week or so later, I received this e-mail from X, which I transcribe literally:

Hi darling,

I stay with my friend right now I want to go back home soon, When you come to Pattaya I will come back here I will go home and waiting for you there. I will e-mail you sometime or you can call me. Take good care.

Simply put: the nicest, most proper Thai barlady I ever met was hitting me for money. I confess that even an old hand like me wants to believe her story and feels compelled to help (but not a chance, baby!). Perhaps her story is true, and she did get fired. But likely not.

Perhaps she or one of her friends saw me in Pattaya cavorting with other ladies, and she tried the next-best move in their playbook based on the statistical fact that a not-so-negligible proportion of farangs falls for their pleas and ends up wiring some money.

I even suspect that X might just have passed on (sold?) my e-mail contact to some sort of specialised broker-correspondent, since nothing in the e-mail makes any personal reference to me or our times together (not even my name on the greeting).

So, my message, which is the reason why I went to the trouble of writing all this, is BEWARE OF CALLS FROM LADIES IN DISTRESS. Yes, they are sweet. Yes, their lives are complicated. Yes, it is not much money for us. But do you want a bar full of girls or ladyboys high-fiving each other when your Western Union transfer comes in? I have seen it and even once partaken in the celebratory Heinekens and ya-ba (a crack-like drug) purchased with the funds of such an altruistic farang sucker.

And yes….I can’t wait to go back.