One night in Pattaya

Indeed once inside it did appear to be a place that was fully kitted out with all the modern fixings, technology and of course the bevy of beauties gyrating seductively on stage, upstairs more girls danced on the glass floored second level that allowed punters to enjoy a unique view though it comes with the risk of a neck cramp later. Then there was of course what has become a staple to such environments in the industry in Pattaya: The Jacuzzi.

This is a phenomenon that I still haven't gotten over, but I must say that I look upon it approvingly. The usual implementation is to have a few girls in the Jacuzzi frolicking amongst themselves and often putting on a convincing girl-on-girl lesbian love fest. This location on that night was no different and two girls played together most the time seemingly unconcerned with any attention the male customers might be paying to them. In fact, the club's management will insist that they were the first venue in town to install a Jacuzzi, not to mention having done so in a classy way of setting into the floor. Apparently the other clubs are copying them and are to lazy to properly set the Jacuzzi into the floor; this by many accounts does in fact seem to be the truth.

Sidling up at the bar at the back of the place and set just off from the Jacuzzi I soon noticed that the girls had inordinate number of drinks at their disposal that they would occasionally pause to enjoy and often toast one of the customers. I learned why watching this spectacle unfold as it didn't take long for another customer to add to their drink collection and I myself would end up making contributions to their cause throughout the evening. I would later learn that the girls themselves would earn 60 baht for each lady drink bought for them. Considering the roaring trade these girls had going on drinks, one could surmise that they could pull some tidy profits from it.

But alas, apparently a deadline of sorts had passed and the girls emerged from the Jacuzzi and toweled each other off in their tiny bikinis, leaving me somewhat saddened that they were leaving. One of the girls I had bought a drink for I particularly began to like as even the little conversation we had shared had been nice. As they turned to leave she caught my eye, gave me a smile and what seemed to be a bashful little wave. 'Cute', I thought.

They were replaced in due course by two more girls that did not disappoint in terms of beauty or in carrying out their ministrations of fondling each other. But I turned my attention to the stage now and looked around the bar at the many women who seemed to be acting more in the role of hostesses, talking to guests, having drinks with them, laughing and flirting. I also could not help wondering if the bathing beauty -or as the club calls them, 'Bubble Beauties' - might not pop up on stage dancing.

Pop up she did, but now in a hostess capacity and to my delight chose to join me at the bar and soon a fresh round of drinks arrived and we continued our polite and flirtatious banter. The usual topics such as where each other were from, what I was doing in Thailand and so forth were of course covered, but there was one issue that for me as usual in such situations I wanted to know; the true nature of her relationship with her friend, and about her sexuality.

She wasn't very forthcoming at first, but playful and flirtatious saying that she did in fact like men. When pressed about the friend and how she felt about her, she finally relented and said, "Yes I like her. We work together every day and she is a good friend."

She added that she did like how it made her feel - it felt sexy she explained - and she was comfortable being with women. This led to me asking if she had had sex with her friend or other women.

She answered, "Lady cannot really make 'boom-boom' together." Which I thought was cheeky and she had pulled it off in a very cute way.

"Come on you know what I mean," I told her. Again she gave ground and said that she did understand and said yes, she occasionally had a lesbian encounter and was comfortable with it. I did take note that she answered in a way that did not necessarily implicate her friend and co-worker - clever girl.

It wasn't long before another rotation was apparently in order and the bathing beauty was off to don her bikini and find her partner. She planted a quick peck on my cheek and amiable squeeze on the thigh before she bounced off into the crowded bar.

While she had been sitting with me I felt it would have been bad form of some sort to stare the two girls that had replaced her and her friend and instead focused my attention on her and the bar. This had caused me to notice the girl tending to the bar that I had somehow, egregiously overlooked to that point: A lithe young woman of stunning beauty.

I started trying to chat with her and after the initial niceties I suspect she began to question my intentions. This was fairly obvious when she paused at one point to give me slack jawed look, head slightly tilted to one side and an expression that said, 'are you kidding me?' Or at the very least, 'oh not again.' 'How cute!' I thought to myself, besides I have never been one to walk away from a challenge.

Once again it should be noted that drinks go a long way in this environment, and soon she was at least talking to me and laughing at my silly jokes and bad Thai. By the same token the girls had returned to the Jacuzzi and the fact that this divided my attention between them and chatting up the bartender, which no doubt delighted her as it took pressure off her.

Soon even the bartender was appeased though when she was convinced by my own jokes about my drunken state would mean the only action I would be seeing on this night was maybe some, 'chok wow', (Thai for 'masturbation').

More drinks and stories were traded, the music boomed and girls flirted, joked and cavorted. Having stayed far longer than I should have I finally announced that I was leaving and even the bartender began to protest and feigned disappointment. I gave quick kiss to my bathing beauty who was back in her hostess role and headed unsteadily for the door.

As I weaved my tipsy way back down Walking Street towards my hotel, I couldn't help thinking that, 'yes, I would be visiting Club Boesche again soon.'

A few more pictures of Club Bosche's Bubble Beauties:

     

For more pictures and video visit the Club Boesche website here.

William Sparrow is a sex columnist living and working in Asia. His book, 'Red-light Nights, Bangkok Daze' covers his reporting for the last several years and is available online via the publisher Monsoon Books, Amazon.com or at quality booksellers in Asia and soon in North America and Europe. Sparrow is the Editor in Chief of AsianSexGazette.com.