Bad Breast Job I called her BB for botched operation

She had a bad dye job that left her hair a reddish rust color and and a bad breast job.

 
 By Chiang Mai Kelly

Hence the name BB.

She could sing and dance and had a guy from Singapore paying the bills named Sam when I first met her. BB was a nice lady if you ignored her gambling habit and sex problem. When Sam was in town he solved the sex problem. BB liked sex. She liked sex 5 times a day. If she did not get sex five times a day she was sad. When she was sad she gambled. She was not a lucky gambler. But in the sex worker cosmos of things I guess it worked out. Her gambling losses propelled her to Patpong and she made them up with Farang she met at the clubs.

She liked hooking when Sam was out of town because it took care of her sex needs and money for card playing. Sam was sure to point out to any new acquaintances that he was not Indian. He wore a big gold chain and a big gold and diamond ring . Sam was dark, and big and square. Sam was mob connected. Even though he was adamant he was not Indian he had a chain of Indian restaurants in Asia. He had a girl at every location. He didn't like condoms and thought having a faithful mistress eliminated the need. Whether it was Sam's wife in Singapore or one of his ladies in Malaysia or the mob I don't know but BB was pounding on my door in Pattaya at 8 AM in the morning on the first day of my house filling experience.

“BB, where is Sam?” I asked. “Sam by Singapore, I stay you and Knot (Princess's name is Knot).

BB had a bag of clothes and a bag of food. I pointed her towards the kitchen and went back to sleep. Always allow Thai women to cook when they want to cook.

In an hour the smells of peppers and garlic began to saturate the house. Princess woke up. “Who cooking?” Sleepily, I replied, “BB cooking”

It wasn't long before the table was set, iced beer and Issan stir fry, the ever present som tom a couple of whole cooked carp with vegetables and BBQ'd chicken for me with sticky rice.

It was a nice change from just the two of us and I discovered in addition to BB's sex and gambling addiction she was an excellent cook.

BB was a pleasant house mate. She cooked and I bought the food and beer. Princess bought the whiskey and the girls caught up on old times.

I was ready to advise BB about employment opportunities in Pattaya but she didn't ask. In a couple of days she had a motorbike, new cell phone , job in a bar in Jomtien and a German guy. And a Turkish guy, and a Thai guy, and a Swiss guy. I went to the bar three days before I finally caught up with her. It was a nice little place. Middle aged women, relaxed, dark and quiet music. BB had become an immediate star because she spoke German. “You know Khun Kelly, man Tu la key have hum yi.” Hum Yi (big dick). Not really I didn't know that but BB liked hum yi.

I also discovered by talking to her co workers in addition to her facility with European languages, and big breasts and sex addiction she was also a no holes barred woman. No wonder it only took her a couple of days to get a new motorcycle, cell phone and a decent paying bar job.

It may be obvious to you dear reader that I was not much enamored of BB. Princess was certainly not jealous of her. We did a threesome once, the girls needed some extra cash and were aware of my no honey no money rule. Although BB had some oral skills it was not a memorable experience. Perhaps it was because I knew the volume of men that passed through her feminine portals. It was a homey experience rather than an erotic experience. Kind of like making love to an old maiden aunt who was spending the Thanksgiving holidays. I liked her as a person in that she was as honest as a whore can be honest. But there was no sexual attraction there for me.

So there I was, no better no worse, living with two middle aged hookers on a small side street in Pattaya. BB was home infrequently, to wash clothes and get some sleep. Princess was watching the door with some intensity like she was expecting the next contingent to arrive momentarily.

Tip was her name. Tip was a bad girl and she was just around the corner.