the third sex

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.Sergeant Shameless is still at it. He sent me the following item in response to my Village People story a couple of days ago.

One of my favorite farang indulgences is carting off the mamasan of a go-go bar and giving her the old Shameless shafting. Before I go any further, let me clarify for those that have not yet been to Asia, that the “mamasan” is the lady in charge of the bar dancers and waitresses and who monitors their attendance and who they leave with. A mamasan is in someways similar to a “madame” but without the financial claim on the girl’s earnings. From what I have observed, the mamasan is a big-sister figure to most of the girls who generally look up to her with fondness and respect.

Now, I know what you are thinking… Aren’t mamasans older, fatter, worn-out former bargirls? Yep, most of them are. But not all. And that’s where the ol’ Sarge comes in. Some of the mamasans are actually chosen for the position because of their grace and skill. They may not be 18, but they can be in their mid-20s, early 30s and the Sargeant, being an equal-opportunity fornicator, can fully relish the charm of a more refined, higher status love interest.

Perhaps the other farangs in the bar will be impressed if you leave with the top knock-out dancer teeny-bopper… But chances are the rest of the bargirls will be looking at the two of you knowing that you are her third bar fine that night and you are in for a short time so short, the elevator will still be at your floor when she is back in her skimpy outfit, leaving your room, clutching the overpriced fare you agreed to.

If you want to make an impression, pick a bar with a hot mamasan and barfine her. It is easier than you think. They get paid more than the dancers but end up making less than the girls, because they don’t go with customers that often. Many are just plain bored and, like all women, enjoy a guy’s attention. The only thing is that you cannot treat them on the same level as the girls. For example, I never touch them indiscretely or discuss prices for their company.

The next morning (yes, the Sergeant likes longtime) they all feign surprise at my attempt to give them some money, but I insist and they acquiesce. One time, my mamasan left before I got up and had a chance to pay her, but I made sure to return to the bar that night and gave her a small piece of jewellery. In fact, I always return to the bar, because that’s when all the girls look up to me as the guy who fucked the mamasan. No ordinary farang.

You are probably wondering, “What does all this babbling have to do with ladyboys?” Well, some of them happen to be mamasans. A couple of days ago in this here blog, our good Captain wrote a very insightful piece on Patpong and mentioned that a former ladyboy squeeze of his is now the mamasan of one of the bars. Again, some of the ladyboy mamasans are past their prime, and some are hot as hell. The Sergeant here never misses an opportunity to get (literally) into the latter.

In Pattaya, the new craze is for bars to have ladyboy mamasans (gay bars especially). I like to chat them up and if the chemistry is there, invite them bowling, dancing, to X-cite (the kind of live showplace young Thais love), and then for intense, passionate sex the rest of the night.

One word of caution, however. After taking the mamasan, you have to be careful not to take another lady from the same bar the very next time you go there. If you don’t plan on taking the mamasan again, go back a few times and leave alone. Otherwise it will be extremely awkward for both the mamasan and the girl you take and your stock will fall from conqueror-of-the-mamasan to a low-life-one-notch-below-a-bug. (Having said that, I have actually SHAMELESSLY done it!).

To end this piece, let me just share that I dated for a while a gorgeous ladyboy mamasan in Pattaya, who had a just-as-gorgeous deputy mamasan, who used to hang out with us. I had not seen either of them for a while, but last time I was in Pattaya the deputy mamasan had been promoted to mamasan of a new bar. I had always had the hots for her, and one hour after I learned she was working in a new bar, I was leaving that same bar holding hands with the mamasan to the general applause of the girls. One hour later, I was stuck deep to the hilt in the mamasan’s lower intestine.

Shameless and oh! so proud of it.

The Sergeant