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Stephen Leather <strong>Private</strong> <strong>Dancer</strong><br />
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from one of Bangkok's top plastic surgeons. She was one of Joy's closest friends and they often<br />
arrived at Zombie together.<br />
Wan spread a tartan blanket over the dancefloor, then the two girls took off their leopard-print<br />
sarongs and bikinis to hoots and cheers from the farangs. <strong>The</strong> slow music started and Joy and<br />
Wan went into an unconvincing clinch. Joy reached up and held on to two of the silver poles,<br />
while Wan began to plant small kisses over Joy's breasts. Joy looked across at me and began to<br />
giggle. In fact she giggled throughout the show. Wan did, too. <strong>The</strong>y knew all the moves, but it<br />
was clear that they weren't taking it seriously. At one point the mamasan, a fifty-something old<br />
bat with a hairy mole on her left cheek, shouted something to the girls and they began to fake<br />
orgasms, but after a few minutes they both collapsed into giggles again.<br />
When the show was over, Wan gathered up the blanket and Joy pulled on her bikini and shawl<br />
and scampered over to where I was sitting. "What you think?" she asked.<br />
"You kept laughing," I said.<br />
"Jug ga jee," she said. Ticklish. "You can come to G-Spot with me?" she asked. "I have to do<br />
shower show and I shy go alone."<br />
G-Spot was one of the upstairs bars. Along one wall was a glass panel behind which were a<br />
number of shower heads. I'd been up a few times to see the shower shows, but basically all<br />
you're looking at is a line of girls getting wet. It wasn't much of a turn on, though tourists and<br />
first-timers seem to get a kick out of it.<br />
I paid my bill and Joy took my hand and led me out of Zombie. Several heads turned to watch<br />
us go. Joy was one of the sexiest girls in Nana Plaza and in her green bikini top and with her<br />
leopard-print sarong tied around her waist, she was drop-dead gorgeous. I was proud to be seen<br />
with her, and even prouder that she wanted me to go with her.<br />
Joy stood by me while she waited to be called for the show. I bought her a cola and she sipped<br />
it through a straw. G-Spot wasn't an especially popular bar: most men preferred to stick to the<br />
ground floor. I don't know if it was because they couldn't be bothered with the stairs but for most<br />
visitors to Nana Plaza, the upper floors were undiscovered country. As a result, the prettiest girls<br />
tended to work on the ground floor where the bars were busier. I could tell from the way Joy was<br />
preening herself that she thought she was a cut above the girls who worked in G-Spot. Maybe<br />
that was why she'd brought me with her, to show to the girls that she had a farang boyfriend,<br />
another sign of her status.<br />
Several guys tried to make eye contact with Joy but she pointedly ignored them. She leaned<br />
against me, then turned and kissed me on the cheek. "Sorry," she laughed, wiping away the<br />
lipstick with her thumb.<br />
Half a dozen girls made their way to a curtained door. Joy patted me on the thigh. "Okay, I go<br />
now," she said. She tottered across the bar on her impossibly high heels. She turned and waved<br />
before disappearing through the curtain.<br />
A few minutes later the main lights dimmed and spotlights came on, illuminating the showers.<br />
Water began to spurt out of the shower heads, then one by one the girls came out in single file.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was laughter all around me. Guys were pointing and shaking their heads and the bargirls<br />
were jumping up and down and shrieking. Joy was wearing a shower cap. <strong>The</strong> girls took bars of<br />
soap and began lathering themselves. Joy followed their example, but did her best to keep her<br />
head out of the water.<br />
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