Name: Who can recall these things
Age: Early 20s
Shop: I think Suntaree Massage 5, but could've been another shop near there on Sukhumvit 11/1
Face: 3/5
Body: 3.5/5
Skill: 3/5
Price: 300/400 oil massage + 400 tip for HJ
WIR: Nah

It wasn't an unusual situation: I had cum 4 times in the last 48 hours in Bangkok, but as I was walking back to my hotel after lunch, a massage still seemed like a good idea. Especially when I saw a cute little thing eyeing me. Her shop mates, old enough to be her mother (maybe one was), were busy eating their meals and winking at me as I waltzed in with their pal. She introduced herself as [COMMON THAI NICKNAME] and I realized that her English wasn't going to make for bubbly conversation. So I let her get to work on my back. But before this, as I got settled, I also had a bit longer to get a look at her. I noticed that her youthful face had a bit too much surgery ("whores cut to look like movie stars!!") and her pout looked a bit more like a frown. She was friendly, but I was less enthusiastic than when I walked in.

Her touch did not deliver amelioration. She was fine, but I knew the women outside picking through their lunch would have given it more oomph. Here's where I think she earns some points back, though. When she did the rapid switch from massage to handjob (I like to be teased a bit first, lady!), she started pumping quite deftly. But LB was not going to be coaxed by middling talent like this, not for a fifth time. If I'd have cum, I might've expected a cloud of dust! The pipes were cleaned, babe! It probably wasn't your fault. I told her that much (it's okay...it's okay)—but she was persistent. She kept going and going, not complaining of a tired arm or anything like that. She let me fondle, but made it clear if I wanted more, I'd have to cough up some more change.

Sexually, I had hit the wall of diminishing returns, so I smiled, and hugged her, and put on my clothes. She was sad not to have made me hit the ceiling, but I tried to stroke her ego a bit on the way out. It's okay, she's already forgotten me. But I'll always remember...uh...that one girl...that one time...not too long ago.

@ Vuka

As I was leaving, I chatted up her friend, who gave me her own wechat, and the friend has photos of them together.