I have just recently returned from my first vacation to the Philippines. I spent 7 nights in Cebu City and 1 night in Manila. This wasn’t really a mongering trip. I knew some people (both male and female) in Cebu I had met over the internet, and they graciously offered to be my tour guide if I came for a visit. So, most of my time was spent doing the touristy kinds of things, although Cebu does offer some nightlife and I was able to sample a bit of it.

I stayed at the Cebu City Midtown Hotel. It was $45 a night and within walking distance of several go-go bars. The first night I was able to get out by myself, I ventured to the Silver Dollar bar. It is located a block or two south of the Midtown on Jones Avenue. The Silver Dollar has a fairly long bar along a stage where the dancers, clad in bikini type outfits, dance two at a time. Some were too heavy and some did not have a look I find appealing, but there were still several nice looking ladies there. I did not partake of any, but I did find out that the barfine was 600 pesos (about 12 USD – just divide the peso amount by 50 to get the U.S. dollar equivalent) with 1,000 to 1,500 expected by your companion in the morning. My drink, a pineapple juice, was about 65 pesos and ladies’ drinks are 160. For this hearing impaired writer, the nice thing about the Silver Dollar was that the music was not so loud that I could not hear the conversation.

Going further south along Jones Avenue a few blocks and turning onto a side street just past a hospital is the Firehouse. Again, to my taste, some of the ladies were doable and some were not. Barfine was 700 pesos. I did not inquire what an expected tip would be, but I assume it would be similar to what was given to a girl from the Silver Dollar. The bad part about the Firehouse in my opinion was the excessively loud music. I again passed on any takeout, but like I previously wrote, there were some nice ladies there.

On my second night out, I took a walk from my hotel north on Mango Avenue, the street that runs perpendicular to Jones Avenue. I stopped in a go-go bar called the Black Hole. Upon sitting down at the bar, a reasonably attractive lady sat down next to me and after the perfunctory hello and where you from gave me the hard sell. She is in the sex business. Business has been very bad lately. She is clean and gets a health check every week. She hasn’t had sex in a week (No sympathy from me. I wish it had just been a week since I had had sex with someone other than myself.). She loved oral sex and would love to make me come in her mouth. Normally, she would charge 1,500 pesos, but because she could tell I was a good guy (natch – I’m such a likeable dude), I would only have to pay her 1,000 in the morning. Feeling that her openness and honesty would make for the beginnings of a wonderful, all night relationship, I bit the hook. She did not disappoint. She showered me. She smothered me with kisses and other oral exercises all over my body. We exchanged finger exercises in that most private of orifices. She never stopped wanting to please me. I was very pleased and gave her an extra 200 pesos (that’s 4 bucks) as a tip in the morning. I think the barfine at the Black Hole was something like 700 pesos.

During my evening walks, I encountered a local street pimp who wanted to sell me one of his girls. His English was terrible and I would just smile and walk while he followed me jabbering away. I did meet a couple of his ladies and they were rather scraggly with a type of nervous energy that seemed to come from external sources. One evening, I was walking back to the Black Hole with him in my company. I invited him in and bought him a drink. The lady I had been with a couple of nights previously approached me and after talking with the pimp, scolded me lightly for bringing in such a “dangerous” man. She went on to say what a wonderful time she had with me and wanted a repeat that would only cost me 500 pesos. I told her I was going to explore some of the other bars and would not be barfining her that night (I did buy her a couple of lady drinks as a peace offering). This pissed her off. Somehow she came to blame the pimp I was with for her loss of income and got in a shouting and shoving match with him. I grabbed my “friend” and hightailed it out of there. Outside, I told him I wanted to fly solo from now on.

A few steps down from the Black Hole is Viking’s Bar. It is a basement bar with rather lousy air conditioning. I went in and sat at the bar and very quickly realized that I was the only customer there. Four of the dancers and the mamasan surrounded me, and I bought drinks for all of them. None of the dancers around me were very good looking and neither was the mamasan, although lurking in the background were some nice lookers. We all had an animated conversation that somehow turned around to the size of my member. I assured them all that I was a pathetic specimen who would be Lilliputian even with a microscope. They did not believe me and unbuckled and unzipped me to have a look. They passed me around from hand to hand and in no time I did have a growth spurt. They assured me they were quite happy with what they saw and would love to engage in further explorations back at my room. By this time, I realized another customer had entered the establishment and was sitting two bar stools away from me. I quickly buckled and zipped, said my thank you’s and good bye’s and went across the street to Papillion’s Bar. By the way, Viking’s has a bit of a atypical pricing structure: 1,700 pesos is paid to the bar but includes the girl’s wages. No extra tipping is expected.

Papillion’s is actually a step up in class from the other establishments I had visited. I chose a booth in the back that shielded me somewhat from the loud music. A lady called Emma approached me, and I bought her a drink. Emma was simply gorgeous in my book. She had dark, smooth skin and the finest facial features of Spanish and Asian heritage. At one point during the evening, she straddled across my lap facing me, pulled up her bikini top (hmmmm, maybe she pulled it down. Oh hell, it doesn’t matter!) and stuck her nipples, one after another, into my mouth. They were delicious and grew hard to my caressing. She slid her crotch back and forth over my lap and told me how wet she was. I asked how much for the barfine, and she told me 2,000 pesos – an exorbitant amount. For her tip in the morning she wanted an additional 1,000 pesos. I gulped and then gave myself the ol’ pep talk of you only live once and it’s still only $60 total and whipped the two, 1,000 peso notes out of my wallet. Though she was not into the repeated DFK of the Black Hole girl, she still was a pleasure to be with. After our morning session was over, I commented to her on how nice and firm her body was. She told me some people think she is a man because she is so firm. I wish she had not told me that. Before she left, she gave me her email address and told me to write to her. I wonder how soon I shall be hearing about her sick mother….

My last night in the Philippines I spent in Manila. My hotel was right across the street from the Edsa Entertainment Complex, a kind of shopping mall of go-go and karaoke bars. The one karaoke bar I went into had a mostly Japanese clientele. My pineapple juice there was expensive – 165 pesos. There were many nice looking ladies there, but I did not find out anything about the pricing structure for their services. I drank my drink quickly and went on to explore the 6 to 8 go-go bars in the complex.

All the go-go bars at Edsa have pretty much the same structure except one did have a cowgirl theme. The ladies looked quite cute in their costumes. I eventually settled into a go-go bar that offered a nice selection of girls, reasonable drink prices, and a mamasan who did not bug you when you wanted to be alone. After sitting there for a while, I noticed one of the dancers was doing her damnedest to catch my eye. I asked the mamasan if I could buy the dancer a drink and in about 11 seconds the lass was sitting next to me. She was so cute with such a nice body and looked better to me up close than she did on the stage. However, although she could speak some English, she had a difficult time understanding mine. It may have been my American accent or it may have been that when talking to me she could naturally limit her vocabulary to the words she knew. I mentioned the lack of verbal communication to the mamasan and she replied, “Actions speak louder than words.” She assured me I would have no regrets with my choice. With an agreement of 1,000 pesos for the bar and 2,000 pesos in the morning for my date, the lady and I walked hand in hand back to my room.

After the obligatory shower in the room, I wondered if I had made a mistake. The girl seemed shy and kept herself wrapped in the bath towel. Lying on one side of the bed with her sitting on the opposite side, I channel surfed while she sent and received several text messages from her cell phone. Eventually, though, she snuggled into my arms. I stroked her long, black hair cascading down her back. I kissed the top of her head, and she turned her deep, dark eyes to meet mine and smiled. I kissed along her eyes, over her nose, to her lips, and down her neck. At that point, she cried out, “Ooooohhhh, I like that!” and flung her and my towels away from us. She straddled over me for an extremely energetic ride. We went into missionary position. After some time, she started half-shouting with each thrust, “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Then even later, I felt her quiver and collapse, and she repeatedly softly murmured, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” God, she made me feel good. I was to hear that “Oh my god” and “Thank you” long through the morning. When she left at 9 am, I was really sorry to see her go.

Just a few observations about the Philippines bar scene: When you go into a place, there is a big push to buy lady drinks. If you buy a drink for one of the ladies, one or more of the other dancers will approach you wanting the same. This got to be very annoying to me. Back at your room, they seem to have a genuine desire to have you pleased. In one way or another, I was often asked if I was happy with them. These ladies were all active, energetic, almost aggressive lovers. They also tend to show a possessive streak, and I wonder if this could be bothersome if one was to go back to a bar repeatedly wanting to barfine someone different. I can definitely recommend the filipina ladies if you have never experienced one. However, if your intent is to do a lot of mongering, you may want to venture somewhere besides Cebu City. There are limited venues there.

What was the name of the hotel you were staying at in Manila..was it the Copacabana? Finally some information on Cebu..good job.

Yep, Blazers, it was the Copacabana. How did you know? Nice large room with a nice large cockroach all at what seemed to me to be a reasonable price. If you are interested in info on Cebu (as well as other cities in the Phils like Davao and Cagayan de Oro), you might want to check out this website: http://www.whorist.com/02Philippines/02_5_2CebuNL.htm

thanks for a nice report