I was wired again after the morning boom boom with Airport Girl and as it was about 6 AM at this point it was waaaay too early to wake Epi and AG wasn’t exactly a conversationalist, so I ventured out and found an open internet café -- something very easy to do in AC where a lot of girls are in the habit of chatting with their ‘moneyko’s’ as Epi likes to say during primetime hours back in N. America. I wrote up a long post for the Asia chat board about how great AC was only to have some network error at Rick’s Café eat it before posting. Rick’s Café was a decent internet option, as was Kokomoz 24 hour internet place. Rates were extremely reasonable in both places.

I wound up at Kokomoz for breakfast after that, and Tequila Lime Chicken off the dinner menu sounded good and it was pretty damned tasty. Of course waiting for my food I had to have a couple of San Miguels (breakfast of champions), and before you know it, I was feeling a little happy for that time of the morning. I joined Epi back at the Orchid while he took his breakfast and the topic of morning conversation was a warning by him to try and put some distance between myself and Airport girl. The quote was ‘If she doesn’t leave NOW, she is not GOING to leave’. And while I liked having her around, I didn’t dream about this trip for YEARS to get married. Another Epi quote that hit home: ‘This is YOUR vacation. Don’t let HER dictate YOUR vacation.’

We hadn’t managed to run into Bigballs in my first two days in AC and Epi called him and he came over to join us for awhile at breakfast with a very interesting semi-local dude D’art dubbed Purseman in tow. It was great meeting Bigballs whose reports were very influential in me deciding on going to the PI, and I would soon learn that these reports merely scratched the surface of his EPIC adventures in Angeles. Of course having Epi there to supplement the tales was vital because Bigballs is notorious for sometimes being a little sketchy as to the exact details!

I ended up having a couple more drinks that morning and by noon I was ready to go back to the room and crash again. Of course Airport Girl was still there, and I would have her again that afternoon (who could resist?) before sending her on her way and telling her I might buy her a drink at Camelot that night and that she MUST go to work that night, that she couldn’t just stay with me indefinitely. I felt like such a bastard sending her away with 700 pesos (less than 14 dollars) for the 30+ hours she spent with me, but since she hadn’t worked the night before and therefore wasn’t available to be barfined (aka a ‘sneakout’), giving her 700 pesos was 200 better than she normally would have gotten, as the girl’s share of the standard Fields Ave. clubs’ barfine is 500 of the 1000 pesos. She didn’t even look at the money as she tucked it in her purse, and never said ONE WORD about money or asked me for a CENT for ANYTHING the entire time I was in Angeles. A couple of times I even tried to make money an issue by not paying her anything for extended periods of time and her attitude towards me never waivered. Incredible.

I headed out about 5 PM and hit a few bars solo before hooking up with Epi to go to dinner. Rhapsody was the place that impressed me that afternoon, and a waitress/door girl named May was so hot that I just assumed she was a cherry girl. The actual cherry door girl told me she wasn’t, but I wasn’t yet really in the mood to pursue things for the evening and I just blew it off and forgot all about it. May ended up hooking up with a friend of mine and remembering my name a week later and I totally blanked about the first time I had met her. The pace in AC for me that first week was pretty dizzying!!!

Epi took me to Molly Malone’s for their dinner buffet, the first of several times we would dine there on the first leg of my trip, and the food was pretty consistently good there. Despite Epi’s warning about beef in 3rd world countries being tough as shoe leather, it looked good so I tried it, and he was, as usual, one prescient motherfucker! So I learned to avoid the beef after that!!!

With Misty’s gogo directly next door, Epi suggested we stop in for a look and Iwas damned glad we did, as the lineup was VERY good there, IMO. Epi found a girl that was supposedly a sister of a girl her knew in another bar and he did the grabass thing with her over a drink for awhile while telling me of his plan to get both sisters together at some point for some fun. Pervert!!!

Me, I saw a huge rack onstage and instantly fell in lust. Her name was Angie and she was not a small girl, or a particularly young girl, or a particularly beautiful girl, but she was packing DD’s, and they were the biggest hanging set I had yet seen in AC (Airport Girls’ were quite firm) and I decided I just had to have them. So I brought her down from the stage, got her a drink and put the full court press on her, which I think took her aback a bit. I got the distinct impression that she was shy and wasn’t used to getting much attention from guys and probably didn’t barfine much. She certainly wasn’t sounding like much of a nasty girl during the interview I conducted with her trying to figure out what she would or wouldn’t do with me. She was very reluctant to say in the bar, and I had several instincts telling me to just back off and cut bait with her. But man, I LOVED her tits!!!

I bought a body shot so I could indulge in sucking those tits in the bar, and instead of satiating my curiousity it only fueled the fire more, and after I extracted a commitment from her that she’d suck dick (which she had been waffling on, seemingly too shy to answer), the blue 1000 peso note flew out of my pocket and I waited for her to get changed.

Epi must have either barfined his girl at Misty’s too or had one that we picked up on the way, as there ended up being four of us walking all the way back up Fields towards Margarita Station to change some money. We ran into Bigballs and his date on the way and agreed that we’d meet up for a drink at Roadhouse.

Now I had heard a lot about Roadhouse, and the place gets a LOT of hype in AC circles, but I was bored to TEARS with that place that night. We walked in and there was ONE girl dancing onstage and maybe 4-5 waitresses that I seem to remember wearing street clothes. And the place had so few places to sit that they didn’t have a place for the six of us. They finally did bring over two more chairs for our table and one other dancing girl hit the stage, but man, what a letdown from all the hype I had heard about that place. And the music that was supposed to be so excellent was basically just crap 80’s light metal – lots of AC/DC and Van Halen. OOH AAH.
We all had a couple of drinks here before I decided that my date was as greased as she was going to get and we headed back to my room. I had decided before I had barfined Angie at Misty’s that I wasn’t going to keep her for the night, just have some fun with her for awhile and then kick her out and go find another girl, so when she asked me on the way back to the room if it was OK if she left at 4 AM as her mom was supposedly sick in Manila, I didn’t really give a shit and immediately said yes, but bells started ringing in my head about the pet peeve of the Angeles2 message board among the grumpyass dudes that post there: Runners. A runner is someone that doesn’t stay until breakfast the next morning as is assumed when you pay a 1000 peso barfine from the Fields bars.

Once we got in the room we took turns taking showers. Angie was immediately cold from the blasting A/C and I told her I’d keep her warm. We kissed for a little bit and I feasted on her extra grande chichis (su sus in tagalog) for awhile before lying back and telling her ‘I’m ready for my blow job, Mr. DeMille’. And she dutifully went down and gave it her version of the college try: Pull the sheet over her head and rub her face all over it while stroking it by hand. Of course I pulled the sheet back so I could see what was going on, and so I could have better access to her big hanging tits as she did the deed. But after a few cursory licks, she resumed rubbing her cheek on it while stroking by hand. I don’t know if this was from inexperience or just shitty technique or maybe she just didn’t want to do it, but I wasn’t in the mood for this crap so I started giving her instruction, telling her to open her mouth and suck. And she tried. A little. But it just wasn’t working and Mr. Happy was becoming Mr. Bored.

So I stopped her and we went back to me playing with her tits, which at least got me hard again. I figured if the BJ wasn’t working, the titty fuck is the next best thing, and pretty soon I’m on top of her straddling her tits and plowing those fleshy balloons in earnest, and the idea of introducing her to a faceful of leche after her leave early request and pisspoor BJ effort. And that mission was quite successful, as blast off time led to spurts flying everywhere from the valley between the mountains, up the neck to the chin, a stray shot to the forehead, and a blast into her hair when she finally wised up and turned her head. THAT was fun!!!

As with airport girl previously, I instructed her to just stay there for a second and jumped over to get my camera, and then started clicking away to capture the dishsoap evidence. She was a trooper about this for a few seconds but then ran for the ‘CR’ (comfort room, AKA bathroom in the Philippines) and the shower.

While she was hosing off I was wondering what to do with her as her attitude wasn’t the greatest and the night was young and I already knew she wasn’t staying the night. I figured I’d wait ‘til she got back and play it by ear. When she got into bed I started rubbing her body again and she said something to me like ‘later’. I tried to remain calm, and politely explained to her that I had already told her that she could leave early, but that we were going to have some more fun before she left and ‘later’ wasn’t going to cut it. I also explained that maybe we should go back and see mamasan and see what she had to say about her leaving early, and she got a bit more enthusiastic after that.

Now immediately after I screwed this chick I was kicking myself for wasting another load on her when her attitude and performance SUCKED. But ingrained in me from years of haggling with Mexican working girls is an extreme sense that I need to get my ‘money’s worth’ with a girl, and I while I kept telling myself afterwards that it’s ONLY 19 BUCKS, PORKER, the LOAD is more precious, I wanted to grudge fuck this chick and introduce the concept of getting one’s money’s worth to this little princess.

I instructed her to suck it some more and again her effort was terrible. But playing with those tits gave me some serious wood in no time, and soon enough it was time to plow. She asked me to use a condom for sex, and I said no problem and gave her one to put on. She stared at me like ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ so I told her, ‘babe, it’s no problem, but YOU put it on’. So she fumbled with it for awhile and then fumbled a bunch of times putting it on me, and pretty soon I’m sitting there with a limp dick with a condom on wondering what the hell I’m doing with this girl. But AGAIN, playing with her tits gets me horny, and I get on top and start pumping away. Predictably, she starts telling me it hurts. I tell her that it’s because she’s not boom booming enough, and that practice makes perfect and continue to screw her in several positions, finally returning to missionary with her legs on my shoulders for maximum gut crushing penetration for the second finish in 45 minutes. Gee, she survived! Whoda thunk it?

A shower for both of us and she was dressing as I got out of the shower. I was glad to see her go, and was a little annoyed when she started getting a little chatty while I was dressing after that. So NOW you like me, huh?

I almost RAN to Camelot to see Airport Girl after finally getting rid of Angie. Finally… we were in the room a grand total of maybe 65 minutes!

For the next few hours I was really kicking myself for wasting another load on Angie. But I really did like her tits and in the end her bitchy attitude was a turn-on. But upon arrival in Camelot I was quite happy when Airport Girl came rushing over as soon as I walked in the door, eager to show me off to her co-workers, pointing at me and giggling to a couple of girls onstage.

We had had a brief discussion that morning that while I liked her and very much liked fucking her, I had not come to Angeles to get a girlfriend, and that I was a butterfly and that I was going to fuck other girls, and maybe even her friends. She said OK, but told me her friends were off limits, and that if I screwed one of her friends that she would ‘leave, neber com bak’ in her thick accent that I quickly grew to love. But that night she was all smiles and lovey dovey, and gave little squeals of delight when I pawed her in the club.

Sure enough, though, one of her friends did come over to say hi, a cute young girl (that would end up a dancer at Blue Nile Executive a couple weeks later) that was fresh off the bus from the province, and that had been introduced to Epi (and by proxy, me) by a couple of vets at Camelot, actually my other airport escorts. We’ll call her Bouncy from here on out from her trademark move of giggling so hard that her tits bounced, something I found SO adorable every time I saw it that I’d crack up laughing and make her repeat it. She was happy to oblige as it was amazing non-verbal communication and she spoke maybe a dozen words of English.

I bought a drink for msyelf from one of the seemingly 200 annoyingly pesky waitresses flitting around Camelot in the weeks before its’ sister bar Lanceleot (the former Volcano Bar) opened, but didn’t offer one to Airport Girl or Bouncy, merely told her to go get mamasan so I could pay her barfine. She said mamasan was mad at her because she hadn’t been to work the day before. I told her I don’t care, she’ll surely take my money, right?

And sure enough, the little troll of a mamasan with coke bottle glasses and dyed blonde permed hair came over and started giving me attitude when I told her I wanted to pay AG’s barfine. ‘Up to her’, she said. “Uh, no SHIT, you don’t think I asked her first before I called you over?” Finally she took the money and walked away and I told Airport Girl to get her stuff and figure out what she wanted to do (I had just blown two loads in an hour and would need some SERIOUS recharge time after that). She said she didn’t know, maybe barhopping? At that point I upped the ante a ltitle bit and said, well, hey, remember what we talked about this morning? About your friends? Is it OK if we take Bouncy too? Bouncy heard me say her name and got all happy, and AG seemed OK with it too and they started giggling together. So I told Bouncy I wanted to pay her barfine.

Except there was one small problem. Bouncy wasn’t working there. Despite the big sign outside about no unescorted ladies, Bouncy had come to Camelot with her mentors to hang out, but because she was fresh off the bus and without an ID yet, she couldn’t work. Of course I didn’t figure that out immediately, and had her running around confused as to what to do while I sat there with 1000 pesos in my hand. Her mentors were busy with clients but she did her best to hover in front of them until they would talk to her. Meanwhile I waited with AG on my lap.

Finally she came back, no mamasan in sight, and I told her to tell Airport Girl what was up. Airport Girl couldn’t really tell me either, but both were telling me let’s just go na (now), and while I didn’t want Bouncy to get in trouble for sneaking out, it finally dawned on me the situation and a minute later we were out the door with AG checking out with security and Bouncy simply telling them she had decided to go home. 2 minutes later we were at Pickup Disco.

I think every dude who has ever been there has a different opinion about Pickup Bar. Mine was that it was OK in small doses (I certainly would never ever go there alone and try and actually ‘pick someone up’ as I have never seen any truly available girls there besides the 1 step away from retirement waitresses that are supposedly available for barfine) and that girls always seemed to get excited about going there because the place has a great reputation among the bargirls. I think they like it because it gets them the chance to show off their catch of the night and give off attitude to the other girls who might happen to be there. Oh, and ALL Filipinas LOVE to dance, exactly like Mexican girls.

Sure enough, immediately after ordering the mango juice for my two honeys, they hit the dance floor and yukked it up for a few songs and tried a couple of times to drag my fat ass up there too. I’ll pass, thanks.

One old dude sitting next to the dance floor was simply gaga over Airport Girl and kept trying to get her attention. She’d act all sexy for him and then look over at me and giggle. Oh yeah, baby, make me jealous… After awhile they’d come back and sit on either side of me, with my arm around both, pawing to my heart’s content. But the dynamic changed quite a bit after we’d all finished our first drink and I kissed Bouncy while AG went to the CR. She must have seen us kissing on her way back because after that she was SEVERELY prunefaced and wouldn’t say a word. They danced a little bit more, and all told we were probably there for at least 90 minutes (they liked the lame featured dancers –male and female -- Pickup had in the show) before I’d had enough and decided to go back to the Orchid.

I was hungry and told them we were going to the pool to eat, but we had to pass my room to get there and while refusing to enter, AG insisted that she leave her purse there on the way to the pool. I said OK, whatever, but I am not happy with your silence right now. A silence that continued with a VENGEANCE at the pool.

I ORDERED AG several times to order something and she wouldn’t say a word to me. I asked Bouncy if she wanted anything and she just looked at AG and shook her head no. She was obviously scared to DEATH of getting her ass kicked!!! I ordered mango juice for Bouncy and 2 club sandwiches which I figured either girl might eat the second one. Bouncy drank the drink she didn’t want, but neither girl touched the food despite me ORDERING them to do so. Please keep in mind that the general philosophy (and something that blew me away about the PI) was that when you pay a barfine, YOU ARE THE BOSS, and the girls will generally do anything to please you. Defying an ORDER was a serious offense, but I let it slide until I was finished eating and it was time for bed. AT that point I told AG, that both of the girls were welcome to stay with me that night, but if she was just gonna be all pissed off at me she should probably just go home, no hard feelings. Again she refused to even acknowledge my existence.

So, of course, I asked Bouncy if she wanted to come to my room, and she didn’t even look over at her friend before immediately agreeing and standing up. Airport Girl didn’t budge, and was just sitting there watching TV (she did comment on the TV show a couple of times to the waitresses).

Ok, well fuck you then, princess, I thought as I took my new honey back to the room. I was still fully aware that AG’s purse was in my room.

Bouncy and I just got down to business first thing in the door, and I gotta tell you, her body was SOOOO sexy to me. She had a little bit of a tummy too, but with her it seemed more like the last remnant of bay fat more than anything else, and her tits were just BUBBLY with rounded auraolae that I had wanted to get my hands and mouth on since the moment I met, her a couple days before.

Soon enough just kissing her and rubbing her body had me plenty ready and it didn’t take too much pumping for me to finish quite rapidly with her. I can’t say she was the best lay in the world, but she didn’t just lay there either, but it was obvious that she was very inexperienced, seemingly always looking to me for clues as to what she was supposed to be doing.

Within 15 seconds of Bouncy getting up and heading into the shower, there was a light knock on the door, and of course guess who was standing outside and wanting to come in. Hi, baby, come on in!!! I mean the timing was INCREDIBLE, and neither girl had a phone to signal each other or anything. Upon entering the room with me naked, AG saw that Bouncy was in the bathroom and went in with her for a second before crawling into bed with her clothes on.

I rinsed off quickly after Bouncy was done showering and came back to find an open spot in the middle of the bed. I turned off the light and crawled in and immediately turned to face Airport Girl and put my arm around her. She didn’t move or flinch and was doing a damned convincing act of being VERY angry at me at the moment. OOPS!

I was actually kind of proud of myself at that moment thinking I had found the perfect way to divorce myself from AG. But of course I need everybody to like me in the end, right, so after putting my arm around her I tried to feel her up through her clothes and she pushed my arm off. I tried to innocently put my arm around her again and she violently pushed it off her again. I tried a couple more times, same reaction. OK, this was amusing, to me, so I turned around and put my arm around Bouncy, who was curled up on the far side of the bed like she was trying to take up as little space as possible so she wouldn’t aggravate anything in this combustible situation.

Sleeping with two girls in the bed was not a very comfortable situation for me, especially when I was wondering if one would cut my balls off at any moment. So I did a lot of tossing and turning. About an hour after I had been brushed off by AG, I put my arm around her again, where it stayed for most of the couple of hours left before dawn. Maybe she was asleep and just couldn’t figure out what was going on!

Anyway, about 6 AM when I had decided that I couldn’t sleep like this, I went and brushed my teeth and took a shower and decided it was showdown time with AG. I tried to put my arm around her again and she threw it off her again. I told her, OK, if that’s how you feel, just go. She didn’t move. I told her I was going to talk and that she needed to listen. I told her that I we had discussed all of this the previous morning, and that I was going to butterfly my ass off, and that it wasn’t personal towards her, that I just wanted variety. I told her that there would be several more opportunities for me to be with her, but I wasn’t going to have anything to do with her if this was going to be her attitude and if she was going to be pissed at me. Throughout all of this she didn’t say a word.

Bouncy got up to go the CR at some point and while she did I started undressing AG. She crawled back into her little corner of the bed a few seconds later, but I was pretty heavy into fondling Airport Girl at the time, and the next thing you know I was on top of Airport girl and she was fucking me back like her life depended on it. Our first sex in anger session, and it was INCREDIBLE. Meanwhile she tried to muffle her grunts because we were both aware that Bouncy couldn’t POSSIBLY be asleep on the other corner of the bed.

Again, this wasn’t a marathon session by any means, and a couple minutes later we were cuddling together like nothing had ever happened between us. I stayed there a few more minutes until I thought both girls were asleep and then rinsed off and whispered to AG that I was going out to use the internet.

All in all, day 3 was a pretty eventful day! And Mr. Happy was radiating happiness. And the only thought I had in my tiny little mind at that moment as I went off to find a ‘net terminal to check baseball scores was: I LOVE AC!!!

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Ahhh - bouncy... So that's her name here? I can live with that!! I liked to watch her bounce up and down!! What a gal!!

Remember later in the trip when she showed off her bouncing to you, d'Art and Ilaw in M-Station? That was the night she bit the pillow... heheh

I STILL can't believe you fucked her!! She LOVES me... (at least that's what she said!! hahah)

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Well I think she's the only one I don't have a photo for (though some haven't been developed yet), and I know you have a couple DOZEN, so that must mean you're special.

And I believe I sent her right over to your room when she woke up that morning, diba? I knew you wouldn't mind sloppy seconds! See what a good friend I am!

It was surreal seeing her among the princesses at Blue Nile Executive. She still came RIGHT over and bounced for me! Didn't ask for shit while every chick in the place was bugging me to buy somebody a drink. What a gem! Just think, some Japanese dude is going to bear all the fruits of your teachings with her in the sack. I hope you worked out a commission plan with her handlers!

It must be true love for AG there Porker.

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Oh yeah, I sure LOVED her body and LOVED fucking her.

PI here I come. Great report thus far Porker. The next time you do PI I will be with you.

Woodway, cool, would love to have you along. But you do realize that this trip will absolutely RUIN commercial sex in N. America for you after that? Those $80 BJ's in the dark booth when you hope the heat's off will never be the same again!

Damn Man,
I know this is true in that it took me a good 4 months to barely get back into the swing of things in N.America after visiting Monterrey.

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