the third sex

A few days ago I was in Pattaya and I made arrangements to photograph a ladyboy. She was a tall and very leggy girl, and she turned up wearing a tiny white halter top that left her back almost completely bare, and a white microskirt so small you could see the top of her bum cleft and so short you could see her enormous dick bulging out of her green knickers.

I was staying in a posh beach resort hotel, and although I had taken a couple of ladyboys into my bungalow during my stay there they had been very demure and passed easily as very pretty girls. This one, who metaphorically had HAVE SEX WITH ME written all over her would, I felt, dent my credibility with the security guards and with the resort owners, who are friends.

So I thought maybe we could do the shoot outside the city, in the open, if I could find somewhere quiet. I drove with my model in the pickup truck for miles, but in Pattaya these days there is very little deserted countryside. We drove along the country lanes, through little villages, and once, up a particularly quiet lane, found ourselves face to face with the sentries at part of the navy base, who showed a distinct interest in my companion. But I could not find anywhere at all with any privacy.

Eventually, with the light soon to pass its prime, I asked her if we could use her own room. She called her roommate, another ladyboy, to make sure the coast would be clear, and we headed back.

The room was in a tenement block in the back streets of Central Pattaya. I parked the truck and we went into the courtyard. There was a whole gaggle of residents and neighbours sitting around the open space, enjoying the late afternoon air, eating, and watching TV. Now, bear in mind how my lady was dressed. Not one of them turned an eye towards her, not even the kids. Okay, so they are no doubt used to her, but even so…you don’t usually ignore a vision like that.

In fact if anyone was interested in us at all it was in me, a farang with a large camera bag who plodded his way up the stairs behind this walking aphrodisiac, his eyes fixed on her bottom. They don’t get many foreigners around those parts, because the girls don’t entertain in their rooms.

It does make you realise just how ladyboys in Pattaya, which admittedly is a town founded on sex, are part of the scenery. This isn’t the only time I have been out in public with ladyboys dressed as if they have just come off stage at the Crazy Horse. It does make you feel the teensiest piece conspicuous, particularly if you are carrying cameras. But you shouldn’t really mind, unless you are worried about the reaction of the tourists, and they are probably immune after just a couple of days because Pattaya is a right-in-your-eye kind of town. You see it all there.

Oh yes, how about my pictures? Actually, they were crap. The daylight had gone, and I wasn’t carrying any lights beyond the flashgun, as I hadn’t thought I would need them. I’m going to do a reshoot, at a better time of the day. But as an experience it was well worthwhile. I certainly enjoyed myself. And I made a new friend, because my model turned out to be a sweetheart.