The FARANG Speaks 2 Much

Cindy Club was great. A definite reminder of my Thailand experiences. This time in the other city of Angels.

For those of you who have been watching this post, you might have seen what Pmmp called my “on the spot reporting”, with help from my iPhone. Unfortunately the iPhone’s most serious drawback is its battery life. I had to quit posting in fear my battery would go so dead that I wouldn’t even be able to get the number of at least one of these beauties into my phone book. I believe I stopped reporting at about the time the eleventh “hostess” showed up for work.

So, I thought I might just start from the beginning of my night and fill everyone in.

Here is how it went:

The place isn’t that easy to find. The directions Fender provided were great, but the front of the place was a non descript red door, small granite planter, and an awning with a severely faded street number. Only after leaving, later that night, did I notice the red neon letters “Cindy Club” on a decrepit sign above the building. I could see why I missed it. Only the north side of the sign lit up. I had approached from the south, and in LA traffic, the place seemed invisible. Just like Bangkok already!!

I parked on the street in plain sight of the club, but later realized that parking is provided across the street in the Dental building’s lot. Good to know for next time.

At the door, there was one unassuming Hispanic guy in a black polo type shirt with the word “security” across the back. Upon entering, he didn’t say a thing, just smiled and opened the door. Later on in the night I noticed he would valet your car for a small tip, and he even ran across the street to get a fellow patron a “Rock Star” Energy Drink at the corner store. He was a nice change from the bouncers in LA who inspect IDs with forensic curiosity, only to nod you in with a smirk and an attitude. By the way, are there Rock Star Drinks in Thailand yet? If Red Bull gives you wings, Rock Star gives you rocket fuel powered wings. But I digress.

Once through the door, I was pleasantly surprised. The place is small, but it works. At first glance, a low, granite topped counter with fixed stools curves around with the bar behind it. One of the private booths is to the direct right, with a few more on the left. Then a few more in the back. A second room houses several more private booths that seem much more private and out of sight. Those seemed to be the first to fill up of course. Overall, the place was tasteful, clean and comfortable.

I must had gotten there too early. It was about 7:45pm. I was the only customer. There were only two girls there at that time. There was also an older Thai woman in the kitchen behind the bar. The first girl was definitely cute, she had a hot, Asian, California surfer look to her. She was probably 25 or 27. The other was a bit older, still with a nice body, but darker and definitely more of a Pattaya type. I ordered a beer and smiled at them both. It was so quiet, I started to wonder about the place.

Just then, like clockwork, they began to roll in. Must have been 8pm. Soon the counter was littered with very attractive girls. Probably twelve, with more occupying an open booth on the side. I was still the only guy there. All good things come to those who wait.

They all smiled and asked the usual. “Have Girlfriend?”, “First time here?”, etcetera. Each one was cute. All were at least 7s, and a few were 9-10s. All wore sexy skirts, or low cut dresses. One was a tad chubby, but had a great ass, legs, and amazing very full breasts. She carried it well, and looked like she could be some real fun in the sack.

After a few moments, one of the girls went to the kitchen and came back with a huge plate of sticky rice and a very spicy pork liver dish. They all began to dig in, and insisted I join them. They continued to pile food on my plate as fast as I could eat it. It was Bangkok spicy, and tasted great. I was told that one of the girls had cooked it at home. I felt like I was sitting eating dinner with a bunch of BKK bargirls before their shifts. It was great fun.

Soon dinner was over and the counter was cleared. All the girls took there places on the stools behind the counter. They looked great. Poised and ready, they waited to greet any of the next customers through the door. It was the closest thing I have ever seen to a fishbowl in Los Angeles. They sat chatting with each other in Thai and letting me in on thier conversations every now and then. Fun as I sipped my beer.

A few groups of Asian businessmen began to show up. Clean cut guys, in a good mood and looking for a good time. Discreetly they would pick a couple of girls and retire to a private booth. Out of the kitchen, the staff was bringing huge plates of sliced fruit to the booths. I was even served one at the counter, even though I hadn’t ordered any. There must have been $15US worth of sliced fruit in front of me and the staff assured me it was on the house. The Asian guys in the back were good natured and having fun as I could hear boisterous laughter, both male and female, emanating from the booths they occupied. At one point one of the Asian guys burst from the booth shirtless, wearing one of the “hostess” bra and gyrating his hips to the music. All in good fun, and I could only imagine that the group might have been playing an Asian version of naughty truth or dare.

At about 10pm, the staff brought out the Karaoke microphones. The girls took turns singing there favorite hits. The sound of today’s American hits sung badly by pretty girls with heavy accents really took me back to BKK! They all were having a blast.

Before I knew it, the clock had reached Midnight. I had yet to ask any of the lovelies to join me in a booth. I knew I had to work today, so I passed on that this time. I should have done it earlier in the night, but the time flew by with all of the sanuk filling the room. I got up and began to leave and pay my bill. They giggled at me saying “check bin”. I got a few hugs from the girls seated directly next to me.

They made me promise to come back.

I will.

Soon.