The Barefoot Barstoolistas

Of the twenty Barefoot Barstoolistas presently available, albeit from a distance, Pete could see there were bare feet to suit all tastes, as it were - shapely soles ranging from reasonably clean, to pretty grubby, to dirty, to filthy dirty. All of the Barstoolistas, either having their golden-bronze feet fapped to by a guy right behind her in his white plastic chair; having a guy bury his nose under her toes for enhanced excitement for an extra $10/£10, or having a guy kneel at her barstool to kiss her soles in worship for a further $10/£10. From overhearing Mia, Pete understood the toe sniffers and sole kissers might also be advance payers for the sole licking and toe sucking five-minute self-service $50/£50 backroom bargain.

Pete had never had such a hard-on. He was going crazy with craving - going nuts with pure lust. Pete almost wished that he hadn't come for his early preview. Better leave now - before it was too late. He was right on the verge. Go back to the Pagoda Palace, grab a bite to eat and then have a lie-down in his room. But what if Tan-Yu came back and knocked on his door again, offering 'room service'? Pete knew he wouldn't turn down Tan-Yu a second time. Tan-Yu wanted Pete to 'pump his meat to her feet' even more than he did! But Pete didn't want his excitement to spill over, as it were - he wanted to let it build. Savour the anticipation. Enjoy the tension. He would be back tonight. And then - he would 'get off good!'.

But first, around the other side of the opaque plastic partition for a quick look at the set-up of the adjacent establishment - the second attraction that had piqued his interest and aroused his curiosity when reading of it in the Explore Malaysia travel and adventure booklet Tanya had given him.

The attraction that prompted him to ask himself: How adventurous am I?

Instead of neon signage, flashing electric panel signs above the bar displayed the menu. But the flashing panel lights above the bar and the ambience lighting behind the bar were all flickering. Pete suspected a fault with the fuses or wiring, maybe a dodgy relay switch. But what the hell - it was none of his business. He was on holiday - as in 'vacation' - and not a 'busman's' holiday.

The electrically lit panel signs ranged above the second bar proclaimed and invited:

'We are the Ladyboys of Bang Tam!'

'Expert dick teasers!'

'Satisfaction guaranteed - full refund if not!'

'Pay up - footboys! Only $1 or £1.'

'Buy a Ladyboy a drink to view 'her' sexy soles for five minutes!'

'For another $1/£1, move up close to 'her' sexy soles for a sniff.'

'For another $1/£1, kiss 'her' sexy soles in tribute!'

'For another $5/£5 - get off good! Come into our backroom - pump your meat while licking the soles and sucking the toes of your Ladyboy!'

'For another $10/£10 - get off like never before! Try our Special Meat Sandwich! Choose a Ladyboy partner for your Ladyboy - and put your meat between their feet!'

'Free triple-ply fap paper!'

'And don't forget to wash your hands afterwards!'

It was almost the exact set-up style as that of the Barefoot Barstoolstas.

Placed close behind their row of red leather and chromed rung high barstools numbered from 1 - 10 were ten correspondingly numbered white plastic chairs. Again, waste paper bins were attached to a chair leg, with quick-release clips for fast and easy emptying of post-pleasure product into the shared hopper.

Patrons took all ten white plastic chairs. Eight of the sole-watchers were fapping to the dick-teasing feet of their chosen barstool-perched Ladyboy. The other two had moved close behind their respective Ladyboy - the first to sniff under 'her' toes, the second on his knees to kiss 'her' soles in tribute.

Pete wondered if the toe sniffer and the sole kisser had paid the requisite additional $5/£5 to go to the backroom with their respective Ladyboy to lick 'her' soles and suck 'her' toes - to 'get off good!' Or had also paid the premium price of $10/£10 for the Special Meat Sandwich - to 'get off like never before!'.

The Ladyboys wore short dresses to show off their surprisingly shapely golden-bronze legs. But unlike the Barefoot Barstoolistas next door, who all wore rubberised plastic flip-flops, some Ladyboys wore women's shoes. Pete saw Ladyboys wearing pumps, flats, and more foot revealing shoes like strappy sandals, slingbacks and mules. And some of the Ladyboys wore anklets, adding more apparent authenticity to the feminine impression.

Pete was captivated - enthralled. For all the world - with their backs to him, wearing wigs and dressed in women's clothes - they were ten ladies, absentmindedly shoe-playing while chatting to friends at the bar, glad to get the weight off their feet after a hard day on the factory floor or running around waitressing in a busy restaurant.

It was a disturbingly convincing illusion - disconcertingly realistic make-believe. And the Ladyboys were fantastic at shoe-playing - adding yet another layer of plausibility to the feminine impression.

Pete's raging hard-on had still not abated. And now, somewhat to his consternation, incredibly it intensified, as raptly he watched the barstool-perched Ladyboys tease their respective one-guy audience with tantalising displays of their surprisingly shapely golden-hued soles.

"Hey - beefcake!"

The sing-song voice drawing Pete's attention was surprisingly feminine-sounding. But Pete was mesmerised by the scene in front of him. The sight of eight shoe-playing Ladyboys; of another Ladyboy adeptly resting the tops of 'her' feet inside 'her' black pumps on the chromed rung of 'her' barstool to let a guy sniff 'her' feet; and a Ladyboy, similarly upturning 'her' bare soles in 'her' red flats, to receive a guy's knee-bound sole-kissing tributes.

"Hey, beefcake! Looking not free!"

It was enthralling theatre - Pete had to drag his eyes away from the ten riveting scenes to turn toward the surprisingly feminine-sounding voice.

Here, the Ladyboy cashier and another Ladyboy companion sat on white plastic chairs at a matching white plastic table; a lidded cardboard shoebox served as their cash register. A tall pile of white tissue papers sat on the table, like a pack of serviettes at a restaurant. And alongside it was a towering stack of cellophane-wrapped Ladyboys of Bang Tam souvenir T-shirts, depicting a guy on a pallet enjoying the Special Meat Sandwich.

A young man of Western appearance sat cross-legged at the feet of the Ladyboy to Pete's right. The guy sat as though mesmerised, staring at the Ladyboy's right heel as, 'her' slim golden-brown leg crossed over 'her' other knee, 'she' dangled and swung 'her' loosely fastened dark red open-toed three-inch heel slingback just inches from his enraptured face.

Pete noticed that the Ladyboy's toes were nicely trimmed and painted bright red. Pete thought the red colours of 'her' shoes and 'her' toenails went marvellously well with 'her' sun-blessed skin tone.

Pete saw that the Ladyboy to his left wore white backless kitten-heeled open-toed sandals and that 'she' had slid both of 'her' feet back to rest 'her' toes on their heels.

"Hey - beefcake!" came the feminine-sounding voice again. "Beefcake deaf?"

Pete roused himself to see the two Ladyboys keenly appraising him - and he got the shock of his life at his first proper look at their faces.

The Ladyboy who had spoken was to Pete's left. Pete's heart lept into his mouth - 'she' was an absolute stunner. He would never have known. The 'attended' Ladyboy to his right was even more gorgeous - he would never have guessed. With their black wigs, expertly applied make-up, skimpy clothes, attractive shoes, all was perfect - and perfectly convincing.

The sight of the Ladyboy dangling and swinging 'her' red slingback was so seductive it shook Pete to his core. Pete knew he would have been fooled - knew he would have been duped had he not known. Hoodwinked - taken in by 'her' apparent authenticity.

The Ladyboy to Pete's left, the absolute stunner who had spoken to him, pointed to the tall pile of white tissues. "Hey, beefcake! Dollar wank? Hand over one dollar - I give you fap paper. Fap to Ladyboy of choice. All Ladyboys - world-class shoe players! Choose number - join queue. For one more dollar, can sniff feet of Ladyboy. And for another dollar, can show proper respect - kneel at barstool to kiss feet of Ladyboy. Wanker in seat number six - five minutes up. Beefcake - I like you. My name See-Dee Lee. Wanna fap to See-Dee Lee feet? Pay one dollar for five minutes in seat number six. Fap to See-Dee Lee feet - you get off good!"

Pete felt his face burning red. "Um... no thanks, um... Miss. I was just curious. I read about the Ladyboys of Bang Tam in the booklet my travel agent gave me. So I thought I would take a look while I was here to, um, see the Barefoot Barstoolistas."

See-Dee Lee wagged 'her' finger at Pete and said, "But I tell you, beefcake - looking not free! Let footboys look at Ladyboy feet for free - we out of business!"

The other Ladyboy - the one with the 'attendant' - said, in 'her' sing-song and surprisingly feminine-sounding voice, "You English! I like English - make good footboys!" 'She' pointed down at the young guy sitting cross-legged at 'her' feet. "Like him - but he American. His name Maximilian - but we call him Max. He max credit cards to spend his dollars on us! But we cheap - Max dollars go long way. Max crazy - love Ladyboys too much. My name Sin-Ful Fil. Max in love with me. Max here every day - sit look at Sin-Ful feet. Max don't want go home. Max want stay here - to love Ladyboy feet. Max here one month. Air ticket home expired, visa too. Max hoodwinked good! But Max see us with no make-up, wig, clothes and shoes - game up! No more Max dollars for Sin-Ful Fil. Max go home."

Max said, "No, Sin-Ful. I don't want to go home - my place is here! Sin-Ful, will you let me stay? Yes, my air ticket home has expired, and so has my visa. So I am here in Bang Tam illegally. If I ever change my mind and want to go home, you can march me with my arm up behind my back to the authorities as an illegal alien - claim the hundred-dollar reward."

"Let Max stay? But what live on, when Max dollars all gone?" Sin-Ful Fil wanted to know. "Max - we not charity!"

Max said, "Sin-Ful - take me in! Please consider! I would make myself useful. I will be the obedient servant to Ladyboys - the wageless slave of all Ladyboys here! Sin-Ful, you and See-Dee Lee love foot massage - I will massage the feet of all Ladyboys. Also, I will trim and paint not only Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee's toenails - I will trim and paint all Ladyboy toenails. Ladyboy feet deserve special treatment - let me provide it!"

Sin-Ful Fil said, "Okay, Max - that seal it. I consider - we have deal! I let Max stay - to be wageless slave of Ladyboys of Bang Tam. Max keep all Ladyboy toenails in good condition. Nicely trimmed and painted - and be on lookout to repair chipped polish. And when Ladyboy ask Max for foot massage - Max give foot massage. When spent last dollar on Ladyboys, and Max turned out of dollar-a-night dosshouse, Max sleep here, and we feed Max food scraps. So we have deal - but on one other condition."

Max said, "Sin-Ful - name it! All I want is to stay here at your feet!"

Sin-Ful Fil said, "Max - you will work! Keep shared hopper tidy, bag up excess fap paper when bin lorry late. And empty all seat-bins. Not only here for Ladyboys but next door too for Barefoot Barstoolistas. Barefoot Barstoolistas not like bin emptying - neighbourly favour put Sin-Ful Fil in good books of Proprietress. I work out regular times for bin-emptying routine - and Max do it for Sin-Ful with smile on face!"

Max was overjoyed. In his heartfelt relief and tearful gratitude, Max pulled down on the three-inch heel of Sin-Ful Fil's dangling and swinging dark red open-toed slingback to expose more of 'her' surprisingly shapely golden-bronze foot and kiss the bottom of 'her' heel.

Sin-Ful said, "Max - that one dollar, please."

Max duly paid up, handing a one-dollar note to Sin-Ful Fil.

Pete said, "Sin-Ful Fil, I don't get it. Why are you so underpriced? I mean, compared to the Barefoot Barstoolistas."

See-Dee Lee interrupted and said, "What your name, English boy?"

Pete saw no reason to be dishonest with the Ladyboys, so he said, "My name is Peter."

See-Dee Lee said, "Peter - it simple. Ladyboys of Bang Tam not in it for money - in it for kicks!"

Sin-Ful Fil said, "See-Dee Lee right. Ladyboys of Bang Tam love nothing better - make footboys pump meat to feet. Money, only to pay business rent and rates. And to buy lady make-up, wigs, jewellery, clothes and shoes. You like my slingbacks, English boy? Max buy them for me. Max say slingbacks look good on me - love watch Sin-Ful dangle heel from loose strap. Ha - footboys are strange!"

Pete thought Sin-Ful Fil's dark red slingbacks were probably second- or third-hand (second- or third-foot?), but in good condition, and he had to admit they looked pretty good on 'her'. So Pete said, "Sin-Ful, yes, I like your slingbacks. And yes, they do look good on you." Pete added, incautiously, "And Sin-Ful, that's a great dangle." After all, where was the harm in a compliment?

See-Dee Lee said, "Hey beefcake, what about my shoes - you like too? See-Dee Lee dangle for Max too. Make Max get hard-on - then Max beg pay more dollars to Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee to go to backroom for Special Meat Sandwich. Come to See-Dee Lee - for good look at shoes!"

Pete could see See-Dee Lee's feet under the white plastic table, but obligingly he went over to 'her' for a better look.

See-Dee Lee raised 'her' surprisingly shapely golden-brown legs, and Pete was taken aback by the astonishing attractiveness of 'her' feet as 'she' dangled 'her' white kitten-heeled open-toed backless sandals from 'her' toes. See-Dee Lee's toenails were nicely trimmed and painted bright red too - competently prettified by Sin-Ful Fil's reverent adorer Max.

Pete repeated his genuine appreciation and his honest tribute. "See-Dee Lee, I like your kitten-heeled sandals. And yes, they do look good on you."

See-Dee Lee said, "And beefcake - what about dangle? See-Dee Lee dangle good too? See-Dee Lee know footboys love good dangle! Footboys see dangle and get hard-on - like Max!"

Pete saw no reason for reserve or to be evasive with the Ladyboys about his inclinations, so he said, "See-Dee Lee - you do a great dangle."

See-Dee Lee said, "Beefcake - getting hard-on? Beefcake ready to sit in seat Number six - fap to feet of See-Dee Lee?"

Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee stared at Pete piercingly. See-Dee and Sin-Ful intuited that Pete was not a Ladyboy lover - as such. But they were cunning, calculating and manipulative, and they asked themselves the same question Pete had asked himself: How adventurous was he?

Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee knew that so many foot guys like Pete came to Bang Tam to see the Barefoot Barstoolistas - and wound up falling for a Ladyboy. Wound up with curiosity getting the better of them and then being seduced by and capitulating to the unexpected charms of the neighbouring barstool-perched attractions and corrupting themselves at the surprisingly shapely feet of the startlingly beautiful Ladyboys.

Pete felt a need to change the subject. He cleared his throat and said, "I couldn't help but notice that all of the, um, menu panel signage above the bar and the ambient lighting behind the bar is flickering."

Sin-Ful Fil said, "Couldn't help but notice? Drive us all mad - is very irritating! Change neon signs to electric five days ago. Ever since - all electricals on blink! Electrician say can't come back till Monday - is very annoying! Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee try fix - but not fix. Not know how!"

Pete said, "What! It's dangerous to try. But it's probably next to nothing - my guess would be a minor fault with the fuses or wiring. I suppose I could take a quick look - I'm an electrician. Where is your fuse box and wiring junction box?"

See-Dee Lee exclaimed, "So Peter electrician - not just beefcake!"

Sin-Ful Fil signalled to a reserve Ladyboy behind the bar to take her place at the cashier's table. 'She' then said to Pete, "Same place. Come - Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee show Peter. Fuse and wiring box in backroom."

Sin-Ful Fil's besotted devotee Max tagged along. Like the faithful foot servant he had become, Max followed at the slingback heels of Sin-Ful Fil as 'she' and See-Dee Lee led Pete around the bar to a plain wooden building with wire mesh insect screens for windows - the backroom.

The backroom was unoccupied at present, Pete saw as he entered the ramshackle hut behind his trio of new acquaintances.

Pete saw that the backroom furnishings extended only to the four thin foam-rubber mattresses spaced apart on the bare wooden floor and eight of the ubiquitous white plastic chairs, all of their attached waste paper bins full to overflowing. On either side of each bedroll was a chair.

"Electric box there on wall," said Sin-Ful Fil, indicating the fuse/wiring cabinet. "Hope Peter can fix - drive us all mad! Lights on blink - all electricals on blink!"

"Right. Let me take a look," Pete said. Pete opened the door of the fuse/wiring cabinet and stared at the confused jumble of tangled, different coloured wires and where they all went. "Hmm," Pete said, studying the chaotic mass. He thought a plate of spaghetti couldn't get more entangled. Pete thought, wryly, that he was taking a 'busman's holiday', after all.

See-Dee Lee said, "Hey, beefcake - think can fix?"

Pete said, "Maybe. It's different to what I'm used to - but electrics are electrics. Give me a minute."

Just then, the door creaked open and, holding a guy by the hand, a Ladyboy of such staggering attractiveness that 'she' caused Pete to gasp in awe entered the backroom. Explaining their presence to Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee, the Ladyboy indicated 'her' companion and said in 'her' sing-song voice, "Man pay five pounds to come in backroom for five minutes with Mik-Kee Fin to lick soles and suck toes - to get off good. I put money in cashbox."

Right on their heels and holding another guy by the hand, two unbelievably good-looking and seemingly identical Ladyboys entered the backroom. Pete rightly guessed they were twins, and he stood awestruck by their beauty. Explaining their presence to Sin-Ful and See-Dee, one of the Ladyboys indicated their companion and said in 'her' sing-song voice, "Man pay top-price ten pounds to come in backroom with Do-Gee Ken - to get off like never before. Man choose Do-Gee Ben as my partner for Special Meat Sandwich. I put money in cashbox."

Sin-Ful Fil said, "Peter not mind? Trade must go on - Mik-Kee Fin must get footboy off good. And Do-Gee Ken and Do-Gee Ben must get footboy off - like never before!"

Pete was thunderstruck - too dumbstruck to respond. He just nodded his dumb agreement that trade must go on.

Pete saw that the three startlingly beautiful and disturbingly attractive new Ladyboy entrants wore flip-flops. He noticed too that their toenails were overdue for a trim and could also use a fresh coat of polish. Then Pete remembered that they and all other Ladyboys of Bang Tam would soon have Sin-Ful Fil's devotee Max at their beck and call to perform that awkward and irksome trim-and-paint service for them - and foot massage on-demand - to earn his keep and qualify for his backroom benefits.

Sin-Ful Fil explained Pete's presence to the three new Ladyboy entrants. "This man - English footboy. Name Peter. And Peter nice man. Say can fix electric - want do it for Sin-Ful Fil and See-Dee Lee."

Indicating the guy 'she' had co-escorted to the backroom, the Ladyboy twin who had spoken said, "This footboy - he English too. Say name John. Ah! Many English footboys say name John - but he say no lie to Do-Gee Ken. And true - show passport. And John good customer. John pay to fap, pay extra to sniff under toes, pay extra again to go to knees at barstool to kiss Do-Gee Ken soles in respect. John then want go with Do-Gee Ken to backroom. John pay top-price ten pounds for Special Meat Sandwich. Man choose Do-Gee Ben come help me. Do-Gee Ken and Do-Gee Ben put footboy John on pallet now to get off again - like never before!"