Chow Kah opens the door of Real Cut in Thailand and enters a hall with four Thai girls at styling stations. Sentimental music caresses the atmosphere. A wooden counter at one side wall is manned by a burly Thai bloke and the opposite wall has three waiting chairs. The sight of the four babes in skimpy dresses pumps heat through Chow Kah’s veins like lava, hot and slot.
Chow Kah strides to the counter and asks the cashier behind it, “What your Barber girls do?”
“We cut hair and shave.” The cashier’s a big crew-cutted man going to fat. He has a blunt face and cold eyes that measure Chow Kah up, down, and sideways. After all, few Chinese tourists come to Sakhon Nakhon City.
“Can cut top hair and bottom hair?"
The cashier draws his brows together, his forehead pleating like an accordion. “What you mean bottom hair?” A leer starts in his eyes and moves across his coarse face in quick ripples.
Chow Kah hesitates, his gaze darting to the marble floor. “Err, never mind.” He is too embarrassed to say what he wants and goes to sit in the waiting area.
Five minutes later, a barber girl calls out to Chow Kah. “Over here, sir.”
Chow Kah sits on a chair vacated by the previous customer and the barber girl preps him for the haircut. He eyes the barber girl hungrily, drinking in her contours, feasting on her sweet, soft curves. Her breasts are tiny hemispheres, taut and firm and brownish and her hips are shaped like a guitar.
Partway through the haircut, Chow Kah asks, “How about a drink after work? I can pay for your time.”
“I’ve a husband. He won’t like it.” She has a voice like a hot oil massage, deep and sensual.
“Tell him you’re doing overtime, I’m not afraid of him."
Everything is within earshot of everybody in the room.
“You go tell him yourself. He’s the cashier.”
A chorus of chortles break free from the barber girl and the cashier, their echoes bouncing off the walls of the room.
Another barber girl steps up to Chow Kah and says, “He’s really her husband.” A bemused grin sprouts on her lips.
The awkwardness of the situation heats up Chow Kah's cheeks. “Oh, Lord Buddha!" Chow Kah jerks straight up in his chair, disbelief coating his tone. After the haircut, he pays the barber girl, says, “Keep the change,” and skedaddles away with nary a glance at the cashier.
Address: Real Cut, Phang Khon, Sakhon Nakhon City, Thailand 47160.
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