Megan and Rebecca were ready for a rumble in Pattaya's seaside resort.

The fisherman had heard about the event and floating all along the shoreline were fishing trawlers.

They wouldn't be catching any shrimp tonight.

They were looking for crabs.

I couldn't be sure if the girls were sluts and we're infested with lice.

'Doubt it said Rebecca,' who flashed her cunt, clean-shaven.

She was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit.

'You got fucking Chlamydia, I bet bitch,' replied Megan, who also flashed her bald cunt. She was wearing a one-piece pink swimsuit.

Test one to two three, I said.

Then I rang the horn.

If there were only a few people down at the beach, now they were coming in droves.

We soon emptied out all the outdoor go go bars.

Punters can smell a pussy show a mile away.

Soon the mums and dads of the working girls were down at the beach selling Chang beer.

It was a happening, by golly, a fucking happening, of my making.

If anyone took the sleaze out of Pattaya, it would have to me, no mean feat either. 

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