Snookies Story Pt 2: Mamasanning

We lived happily together until Tom?s wife from England turned up one day at his condo. My Buddha! That was an experience. Talk about being a tigress! Tom?s wife went absolutely ballistic when she found me living with him. I had no option but to move out.

After Tom, I was at a loose end for some time. But one day I happened to meet a friend, John, who was a regular in Soi Cowboy, the beer and Go-Go bar locale off Soi Asok in Bangkok and he asked me to go with him to a beer-bar to give him my impressions of a new girl he fancied there. This I did, meeting John?s prospective new girlfriend, but I wasn?t impressed with her. I thought she was just a gold digger and told John so.
While we were in the beer bar, we got chatting to the boss, a farang called Jim. He asked me what I was doing at the moment, and when I told him I was between jobs, he asked if I would like to work as his cashier as the previous one had been sacked for ripping him off. I thought about it for a while and told him it would be OK as long as I didn?t have to go ?off? with any of the customers. He agreed to my terms and I started work the following day.
I?d only been working with him for a week when his Mamasan left after an argument. Jim asked me if I thought I?d be able to manage his ladies and when I replied yes, he asked me if I?d like to be his new Mamasan and I of course agreed to a month?s trial.
At first, the ladies were very apprehensive of me as I was older and of a higher class than they and from Chiang Mai, whereas they were all from Esarn. However, it wasn?t long before I was able to befriend them, because, basically, I?m a very friendly person and can get along with more or less anyone. It was low season and the girls weren?t in the best of spirits with so few customers.
My first crisis came when two of the girls fought over one particularly handsome young farang, British, as I remember. He was a bit of a sly dog, however, and played the two off against each other. His ultimate goal was to pay as little as possible and get one of the girls to live with him. It turned out that he had promised to take them both home to England and they used to continually taunt each other, making claims of being his favourite. Neither of them charged him any money; he had to pay the bar fine, obviously, but that was all. Eventually, he chose one of them, the most beautiful and we never saw either of them again.
My next crisis concerned a girl who was married to a Thai kick boxer that was incredibly jealous. One day, after making many threats, he came into the bar and assaulted one of the girl?s farang boyfriends, but he?d bitten off more than he could chew because this particular farang was a black belt karate expert. The farang beat the Thai guy to within an inch of his life. Needless to say, the Thai guy wasn?t humbled, but brought three of his friends to sort the farang out. The three managed to inflict some pain on the farang, but he too had friends and we had a really serious vendetta on our hands. The rivals used to stake out the bar, waiting for each other. I decided the best approach was to get the girl in question to persuade the farang to go to Pattaya with the promise of following him after a few days. Thankfully, I was successful otherwise I dread to think what would have happened, but certainly it would have spelled death for one or more of them. The girl did go to Pattaya for a couple of weekends, but then he found a new girlfriend and we never heard from him again, either.
The next problem concerned an American farang who was very reluctant to spend any money at all? Billy Ki Nok, we called him. He used to sit in the bar every night nursing one drink and never bought a lady drink. We tried every ploy in the book to persuade him to part with his money, but to no avail. That was, until he met Joy, a newcomer to the bar from Burriram. She completely won his heart and he changed into a completely different person. He?d obviously been waiting for the right person, He spared absolutely no expense, buying Joy expensive presents of gold and all the cuddly toys she could carry. The street seller of cuddly toys must have made a small fortune because Joy?s room was filled from floor to ceiling with bears, dogs, turtles and elephants; so much so that you couldn?t move for them ? just as well she liked cuddly toys! However, she sold them all and all her gold when Johnny-not-so-Ki-Nok returned to America. She made enough money that she was able to take a holiday in Burriram for three months.
My final bit of trouble at the particular bar we?re talking about ? sorry, no names ? involved a girl who fell madly in love with a farang customer. She had never really been in love before, and you know what they say, women only ever fall in love once in their lives. Well, this was definitely the one for her and for the month that her farang remained in Thailand, she was in heaven. When he returned to Germany, she was totally distraught. Moping about all day with a long face and refusing to entertain any other customer. One morning, we heard that she was in hospital having tried to commit suicide by slashing her wrists. Luckily, the paramedics had caught her in time and she recovered and returned to her home in Khon Kaen. I heard later that she?d recontacted her German boyfriend and was about to go and live with him in Germany.
About a week later, I asked my boss for a holiday as the previous 3 months had really taken it out of me. I never returned to his bar, but that?s another story.

Story by Snookie
Translated by Warina

SNOOKIE'S LIFE STORY Part 1

Many of you must be intrigued by now about my life and my family history, so my good friend, Khun May, the Editor of Pattaya Daily News, has asked me to give you the lowdown on my background. I?m normally quite a shy person and was reluctant to reveal my innermost secrets, but Pi May is very persuasive, so I relented and agreed.

My family is upper middle class, Thai Chinese, – ?Hi So? – as the Thais call it, from Chiang Mai. My father was a highly respected and successful property developer and a Baht millionaire, but he fell foul of the Asian Financial Crisis of 1997 and lost all his businesses. Thankfully, I had just finished my degree in Mass Communications and Journalism at a university in Bangkok, which explains my good English. I originally studied at an international school, topped up by lessons at the British Council, probably the best English language school in the world, and between them, they laid a really good foundation for my linguistic skills. Even so, my English isn?t perfect, but I get a helping hand from the PDN Editor, Khun May, who helps to correct any misspellings or grammatical mistakes I might make.
After graduating, I started by working for my uncle in his construction business in Hong Kong at his request, but suffered a bad attack of pneumonia almost as soon as I started, which laid me on my back for a month. I couldn?t go back to work for my uncle on my recovery as he had been tragically killed in an air crash, and the company was subsequently sold following his death, so I returned to Bangkok. However, the capital was still in the throes of recovery from Black Thursday and work was extremely difficult to find. It was then that I met my friend, Tammy, again, who had been at university with me.
We re-met in a Bangkok nightclub. She, too, had had great difficulty finding work and was working temporarily as a hostess for a high class escort agency that catered to rich Chinese, Japanese and Arab businessmen. Normally, of course, she would never have dreamed of working in such a profession, but times were hard for now poor, little rich girls, like us. She earned an absolute fortune from her ?servicing? of the foreign businessmen, who were extremely generous, taking her away for lavish holidays to Koh Samui and Phuket, apart from treating her to the best hotels and restaurants in Bangkok and buying her incredibly expensive presents.
What she told me made me not a little envious, as I had been completely broke for 3 months, and life was extremely hard. One day, she asked me if I would like to join the agency she worked for. Initially, I was shocked, as you can well imagine, coming from an extremely traditional and conservative family as I did. I fought a battle with my conscience for two days and then reluctantly agreed to become a Hi-So hostess after watching a very revealing movie about the escort business. My family would never have understood, but then they didn?t need to know, did they?
Things were made far easier because the escort agency had just signed a contract with a businessman in Dubai to send a number of hostesses to work in his nightclub, and I was among them. I won?t try to fool you that I was a virgin when I started work as I?d had an intimate relationships at university, but we told the Arab clientele that I was pure and intact. That earned me premium rates for a while, and I soon began to rake in a small fortune. The work wasn?t strenuous as we were a very exclusive club. I only had two clients a week and they tended to do the same as the businessmen in Bangkok had done, namely take me to high class establishments as their new fiancée; the Arabs are also extremely conservative, despite what they might get up to when they are abroad! This halcyon existence lasted for 6 months and then I returned to Bangkok; reluctantly, as it happens, because I had really enjoyed myself in Dubai, especially the trips to the Caribbean and Andalusia in Southern Spain that some of the rich clients had taken me on.


Work as a hostess at the Bangkok agency wasn?t nearly so good, so after another 6 months, I temporarily retired. After all, I now had a small fortune in the bank because I?d been extremely frugal and had conserved my money. Plus the fact that my Arab ?boyfriends? had been extremely generous as then I was still young and beautiful ? drop dead gorgeous, my English boyfriend, Tom, used to call me.
I met Tom soon after I left the escort agency in a restaurant off Sukhumvit, Soi 17, Crepes & Co; very expensive! It was love at first sight and before I knew it, we were an item, living together in his exclusive condo in Ekkamai. Tom was a university lecturer in English and he really honed my English skills, apart from other things!
We lived happily together until Tom?s wife from England turned up one day at his condo. My Buddha! That was an experience. Talk about being a tigress! Tom?s wife went absolutely ballistic when she found me living with him. I had no option but to move out

Story from Snookie
Translated by: Warina


Snookies Story Pt 2: Mamasanning
The Grim Realities Of Bar-Ownership In Pattaya

I’m going to fill my belly and have some money in my pocket again.