the third sex

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Tiffany’s Theatre in Pattaya is getting ready to stage this year’s Miss Tiffany Universe beauty pageant, the finals of which will take place on May 30. If you are in Pattaya at that time, a visit is recommend. If not, there are extensive plans to broadcast the event overseas.

The organising committee staged a press conference to announce the contest a few days ago, and once again I was struck by how this has become such a well respected and accepted event.

The driving force behind Tiffany’s these days is Miss Alisa Panthusak, for although her father Sutham is the owner, he has plenty else to occupy him as he is one of the leading members of Pattaya’s business community.

Alisa is in her 30s. I know her slightly, and she is a charmer. Like her dad, she is also a greatly respected local figure. She was appointed last year to the national commission that was drafting Thailand’s new constitution, and that gave her such a taste for politics that she has just run for the position of mayor of Pattaya City.

Although Alisa lost out to a very powerful candidate last week, she did however attract a respectable number of votes and increased her standing with the public by fighting a very clean and credible campaign.

Making the announcement for Miss Tiffany’s Universe, she pointed out that the contest, which is entering its 11th year, has become a major media event in Thailand and in many overseas countries.

Significantly, she said, it now has at least 20 high-profile sponsors from many different business sectors. These, said Alisa, include manufacturers, hotels, IT companies, and even finance and banking houses.

‘It is recognized that the Miss Tiffany contest is a strong brand name, and is becoming more socially accepted,” said Alisa.

This is all a far cry from when the show actually started, nearly 40 years ago. It began life in a small transvestite bar in South Pattaya, no more than a couple of converted shophouses, and although it was a harmless kind of place it was repeatedly being busted by the police.

I met Sutham a few years ago, and he told me how he had started his career as an accountant in one of Pattaya’s first hotels, round about 1970. He had then launched out on his own, with one of his first businesses being Pattaya’s first foreign exchange service, serving the increasing number of tourists that were travelling to the emerging resort.

Another venture was the setting up of a shooting range on land he bought on Pattaya Second Road, which was almost rural at that time. Wondering what else he could do with the plot, he decided to build a theatre. At the very same time, a man named Ungthi, the owner of Tiffany’s, told him he was pondering giving the business up because of all the trouble he was having.

The two decided on what must have been a very risky venture by moving Tiffany’s into the new theatre premises. However, it has subsequently become one of Pattaya’s biggest attractions. How times do indeed change.

Visit: Miss Tiffany’s Universe

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“Cock me up too!” She said

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Anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis will know that I have a number of thoroughly disreputable friends. The fact that they are such good friends probably says much about myself, come to think about it. A particularly rampant pal, who goes by the name of Jodahunta, was in town a few weeks back, and regailing me with some of his more lurid stories. How would you like to write that down and send it to me, I asked. I didn’t think he would. But he did. So here is the first of Jodahunta’s adventures. He has threatened to send more, and they will appear in due course.

I have such a clear recollection of my adventure with Ae that it seems like just a few months ago, even though it was back in 2005. I will never forget how she came out of her sister’s bar to meet me on Soi 22 because I couldn’t find the place by myself. All legs and bare midriff, a skimpy blouse tied at the bust and the shortest shorts you ever saw!!

We went back into the bar and had some drinks and chatted and got to know each other. We played pool with a couple of the GGs in the bar. I was horny and letting her know it and she was loving it. At one point I leaned against her and let her feel the rock-hard tool in my pants. She laughed and whispered in my ear: “Cock me up too!”… Up ??? Mine was ready to explode! We decided to go to the movies with her gay brother and one of the GGs but I sent her home to change first…I have little shame (perhaps none at all!) but somehow couldn’t see myself walking with her through The Emporium in those shorts. As it was, even with her dressed in more “modest” attire, we turned every head in the mall. I remember the restaurant falling almost silent as we sashayed through!
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This beats McDonald’s any day. Long known as a hub for electronic and comic geeks, Tokyo’s Akihabara district is now a battleground for role-play based maid cafes. In the latest twist to Tokyo’s popular maid cafes, which feature real girls, Japanese men cross-dress and fill in for women to serve the patrons. This clip is from Reuter.

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Ton is a great friend to have, someone you can sit and talk to, and who is always happy to round up a few friends for photoshoots.

I told Ton I was sure her cock had grown bigger since I first met her, which was about five years ago. “No!” she said. “I just taking lot of hormones back then. Now not take any hormones at all.” I said I bet she exercised it every day. “Never play with myself when alone,” she said, rather primly.

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.em>Sergeant Shameless is still at it. He sent me the following item in response to my Village People story a couple of days ago.

One of my favorite farang indulgences is carting off the mamasan of a go-go bar and giving her the old Shameless shafting. Before I go any further, let me clarify for those that have not yet been to Asia, that the “mamasan” is the lady in charge of the bar dancers and waitresses and who monitors their attendance and who they leave with. A mamasan is in someways similar to a “madame” but without the financial claim on the girl’s earnings. From what I have observed, the mamasan is a big-sister figure to most of the girls who generally look up to her with fondness and respect.

Now, I know what you are thinking… Aren’t mamasans older, fatter, worn-out former bargirls? Yep, most of them are. But not all. And that’s where the ol’ Sarge comes in. Some of the mamasans are actually chosen for the position because of their grace and skill. They may not be 18, but they can be in their mid-20s, early 30s and the Sargeant, being an equal-opportunity fornicator, can fully relish the charm of a more refined, higher status love interest.

Perhaps the other farangs in the bar will be impressed if you leave with the top knock-out dancer teeny-bopper… But chances are the rest of the bargirls will be looking at the two of you knowing that you are her third bar fine that night and you are in for a short time so short, the elevator will still be at your floor when she is back in her skimpy outfit, leaving your room, clutching the overpriced fare you agreed to.

If you want to make an impression, pick a bar with a hot mamasan and barfine her. It is easier than you think. They get paid more than the dancers but end up making less than the girls, because they don’t go with customers that often. Many are just plain bored and, like all women, enjoy a guy’s attention. The only thing is that you cannot treat them on the same level as the girls. For example, I never touch them indiscretely or discuss prices for their company.

The next morning (yes, the Sergeant likes longtime) they all feign surprise at my attempt to give them some money, but I insist and they acquiesce. One time, my mamasan left before I got up and had a chance to pay her, but I made sure to return to the bar that night and gave her a small piece of jewellery. In fact, I always return to the bar, because that’s when all the girls look up to me as the guy who fucked the mamasan. No ordinary farang.

You are probably wondering, “What does all this babbling have to do with ladyboys?” Well, some of them happen to be mamasans. A couple of days ago in this here blog, our good Captain wrote a very insightful piece on Patpong and mentioned that a former ladyboy squeeze of his is now the mamasan of one of the bars. Again, some of the ladyboy mamasans are past their prime, and some are hot as hell. The Sergeant here never misses an opportunity to get (literally) into the latter.

In Pattaya, the new craze is for bars to have ladyboy mamasans (gay bars especially). I like to chat them up and if the chemistry is there, invite them bowling, dancing, to X-cite (the kind of live showplace young Thais love), and then for intense, passionate sex the rest of the night.

One word of caution, however. After taking the mamasan, you have to be careful not to take another lady from the same bar the very next time you go there. If you don’t plan on taking the mamasan again, go back a few times and leave alone. Otherwise it will be extremely awkward for both the mamasan and the girl you take and your stock will fall from conqueror-of-the-mamasan to a low-life-one-notch-below-a-bug. (Having said that, I have actually SHAMELESSLY done it!).

To end this piece, let me just share that I dated for a while a gorgeous ladyboy mamasan in Pattaya, who had a just-as-gorgeous deputy mamasan, who used to hang out with us. I had not seen either of them for a while, but last time I was in Pattaya the deputy mamasan had been promoted to mamasan of a new bar. I had always had the hots for her, and one hour after I learned she was working in a new bar, I was leaving that same bar holding hands with the mamasan to the general applause of the girls. One hour later, I was stuck deep to the hilt in the mamasan’s lower intestine.

Shameless and oh! so proud of it.

The Sergeant

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