On the Prowl (Part 2)
Fox in the Chicken Coop
© Travelers' Net
Text and pictures by Joe Josef

After all those rhinestone girls at the karaoke I felt like a dose of real Go Go action. With Dao's short, red dress in the back of my mind, I walked around the corner. It was around eleven. The beach road was full of strolling, shopping and laughing people. Filipino bossa and soul from the Thara and the Wall mingled with the sharp smell of burned chili and the soft fragrance of incense. The moon hung in the sky like the bowl of a scale. Hey - it felt good to be alive!

I passed the Irish Bar - fond memories of little Lek and her warm lips, who introduced me to the pleasures of Patong years ago. She was a devoted smoker once… I briefly wondered where she was now.

I passed through the hollers of the girls (hellooh, where you gooh?), turned left at the Kings Fashion and patted the Grillhuette girl on her shapely bottom. (You know the one that always stands on the corner with a menu and a smile?)

I know she is a respectable girl and you're not supposed to do that. Pat her. But I never could resist this one. She just looks so great with her tight dress, tight butt and all.Next year I'm going to marry you, I whispered in her ear. Her answer was a laugh and a smack in my belly. What had I expected?

Dropping into the Cat's Club with its soothing air-con, it felt like coming home. I tucked into my favorite corner, ordered a beer and enjoyed. Wasn't this a sore for sight eyes!

Bare buttocks and bikinis, yes, yes, that is what a lonely Fox wants to feast his eyes on!

One of the buttocks and bikini girls seated herself beside me. Did I mind? Hell - would you?

Her name was Noi and she slipped into my arms like a tender flower. Cozily cuddled up with shapely Noi, I watched the fire show. What a way to set your cigarette on fire! I have never figured out how they do this without getting burned and blistered. Can you do that? I asked Noi. She shuddered : No! Too hot!

She leaned back. I felt her hand on my thigh. At the next table Günther and Erich waved at me. I knew them well.

They had been visiting Patong off and on as long as I could remember. Halloh mister Fox, Erich yelled -how is se buzinezz? I pointed at Noi and Erich let out a howling laugh.

What was there to say? Were we having fun already?

Basically I could have stayed in the Club all night, got drunk and let them carry me into a tuktuk at closing time. But I hadn't been out for a while - several days in fact - and I felt like exploring a bit.

So I bid buxom Noi farewell with a peck on her cheeks and got out. A mans got to do what he's got to do. Farewell Noi, please don't cry! I'm sure there are many farangs waiting to cuddle with you! I might just cruise on up to Bangla Road via Soi Crocodile and check out what's happening there.

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