It was Friday morning of my first week in Angeles and I was one HAPPY dude at this point. Home and work seemed a million miles away and didn’t take up a SINGLE brain cell worrying about them. This was pure vacation, baby, and I was having the time of my life. And to borrow a line from Naked Gun 2 (and repeat one from an email I sent this trip), I hadn’t had that much sex since I was a Boy Scout leader! And 90% of it had been with girls 20 or younger. Decadence!

I used the ‘net for awhile and had breakfast at Kokomoz again as I was up early yet again. Mornings on the rail at Kokomoz are a lot of fun, watching AC gear up for another day, and during my first week there was a lot of effort being put into finishing Club Lancelot directly across the street.

I ran into Purseman having breakfast at the same time I was and I had a very interesting conversation with him and got to know him a little bit. He is a bit of a controversial figure with many of the guys I know and met on this trip, but he was always quite nice to me and if you can look past his often gruff demeanor and some persistently negative attitudes, the guy had a lot of interesting things to say, and a TON of experience in Angeles. He reminded me a bit of an overgrown Eddie Haskell, though!

And as I’d soon find out, he knew Airport Girl quite well.

PM and I eventually went over to the Orchid to hang out there. I told Epi about my attempt to lay down the law with Airport Girl the night before and he thoroughly approved, but said when she had started to throw his arm off her, he would have sent her packing the second time it happened. I tried about 50 times, and then let her sleep in peace when she was done wrestling with me. I resolved to kick her out that day and not see her that night.

I also met another quite interesting American semi-expat through PM that morning (will call him ‘Julius’) that I’d have many conversations with over the next several weeks. A guy who ALSO knew Airport Girl quite well. I was finding out that my sweet little innocent Airport Girl was an appropriately named AIRPORT girl, as in ‘U no butterfly, U helicopter. U AIRPORT!’. But I wasn’t the least bit jealous, it just gave me ammunition to tease her with any time she started giving me shit about being with other girls.

Eventually both Bouncy and AG came out to join us at the pool, and AG’s ears must have been burning when she saw the company I was keeping! Of course she stayed dutifully glued to my side.

A little later into extended breakfast time that morning I looked up to see D’artagnan right in front of me, sweating a bit from having walked all the way from Clarkton Hotel lugging this MONSTROUS key weight. I was surprised as hell to see him as when we had talked the day before while he was checking out Manila he had thought he wouldn’t be in until Friday night and we were to meet up at 9 PM.

D’art was one of the first guys I had met in TJ 4+ years ago and some things he wrote on the old ASPT news group are still legendary descriptions of the TJ scene. He had been to Angeles once before, but a mutual friend of ours had ended up dragging him around to touristy places instead of taking advantage of all the opportunities to hook up in AC. What a waste of hobby time! I think he did it right this time, though!

As I had a reservation at Kokomoz Hotel beginning that day, I needed to walk back over there and check in while Epi went back to his room with Bouncy. Share and share alike!!! Epi also would end up being a little busy that day and evening with an extra-curricular project.

D’art went with me to check it out, and would end up staying there for several nights in the room right next door to mine. Bigballs and Mr. J were also staying there at the same time and El Pelon was staying there the day I got there. Angeles was becoming a very small world!

Check-in at Kokomoz was very smooth, and I gotta say that Vanessa in the travel office downstairs (as well as the other girl in the office that I never formally met) have got to be the most gorgeous Filipinas I have ever laid eyes on. And she was always super nice when I had a request for anything.

Orchid Inn Room	Kokomos Room

Checked in to Kokomoz meant it was time to check out of the Orchid. I can’t really say anything negative about Orchid’s standard rooms except they are quite small. As I described in my intro, the location was great, the staff friendly, and I would come to miss the A/C cranking there. But I wanted to see different places, and from what I had read about Kokomoz’ hotel, the computer in the room was going to be a big plus, and it was almost exactly the same price as the standard rooms at the Orchid.

While I had a few persistent problems at Kokomoz, my room was indeed much nicer than my standard room at the Orchid. It was large, had a desk w/ the PC and TV on it, a sofa and table, fridge, etc. The bathroom was quite a bit bigger. The PC was rather new, had Windows XP and the ‘net connection was reliable and VERY fast. And with part of the deal at the hotel, 150 pesos per day of food was comped at the restaurant downstairs, which made the 1250 peso rate (~ $24) an EXCELLENT value. Oh, and the location was dead smack in the middle of Fields avenue and directly behind Blow Row. Of course this meant that everybody on Fields could see you coming and going and who you were with… Oh well, I had few secrets at this point.

The negatives about Kokomoz were that my A/C was weak, and while it blew directly into the room, there was a little corner of the room that never felt the effect at ALL. Of course this corner of the room was where the PC was, and it was a source of endless frustration for me. I got quite tired of being HOT in my room. In fairness, though, I think the A/C problem may have been just my room, as it seemed to work better in other rooms my amigos were staying in.

But the biggest problem at Kokomos was with the water pressure. When there would be a brownout, and they happened several times a week, Kokomoz had a generator to keep functioning. However the generator wasn’t powerful enough for several things – couldn’t run the A/C in the ‘net café, and there was a severe problem with the water pump getting water upstairs, which persisted for many hours after the power was restored. In my 8 nights I spent at Kokomoz, two nights I ended up with ZERO water in the shower. While I know we’re dealing with third world infrastructure, this was a severe problem. I did speak with the management about it and was assured that they are working with the city to improve the infrastructure, but in the meantime, it’s tough to highly recommend a place where there was such a problem with the water. Oh, and several girls commented that the water in the shower smelled quite bad.

But upon first checking in at Kokomoz I was quite pleased with my choice. It felt good to be in a large open-spaced room. Oh, and they also had an in-room safe, which the standard rooms at the Orchid didn’t. I liked the convenience of that instead of always having to worry about where my wallet was.

Of course checking OUT of the Orchid meant dismissing Airport Girl, and that wasn’t a lot of fun. I told her that I was changing to Kokomoz hotel, and she volunteered to go with me. I told her that no, I was going to hang out with D’art. I told her in words that would become quite famous with her that I would see her ‘later’. Note that I didn’t say I’d see her that night!

After taking my bags over to Kokomoz (and forgetting all my stuff from the lobby safe. OOPS!!!), D’art was hungry so we walked over to Margarita Station so he could eat. It was my first time there, but I would end up eating there almost every day a little later on in my trip. The food there was generally at least decent and I liked the atmosphere, though it always seemed insanely hot in there.

After D’art had lunch it was almost time for the afternoon bars to open and he said he wanted to hit a few before heading back to the Clarkton to clean up. We walked in to several and did quick turnarounds, as is D’art’s preference – I usually prefer to spend at least 15 minutes and at least finish my drink. But he is always like a man on a MISSION!

Our missions ended up coinciding when we hit Dirty Duck that afternoon. A very cute TINY waitress seated us and got our drinks and then hovered around a bit chatting. I bought her a drink and talked with her a little, but she seemed more friendly than sexy. As it turns out, however, she had a sister onstage that was INCREDIBLY sexy, IMO. And not shy. Her name was Mitch (yes, Mitch!), and she had a few prominent tattoos, including a butterfly on her calf. I saw that tattoo and immediately called out to her ‘Hey, You Butterfly!’. That set the little diva in motion and pretty soon she’s right in front of D’art and I showing us her goodies. Nice girl!

D’art must have ended up hearing this 1000 times in his stay in the PI, but everytime I went anywhere with him, all the girls wanted to know if he was Filipino. And THEN, as we would find out, he bore a pretty fair resemblance to a TV and singing star on a local soap opera. So needless to say, D’art got a fair amount of attention in the bars and he always seemed a little uncomfortable with it. And to my slight dismay, Mitch ended up being all over D’art instead of ME. WAAAH!!!

And seriously, she was ALL OVER HIM. I didn’t have a lot of experience in AC bars at that point, but from all my times in bars in Mexico, I took her reaction to him to be a very promising sign and I tried to tell him without coming right out and saying it that he should grab her and get the hell back to his room. With his experience I am sure he was thinking that he should wait and look around more. Maybe I was just projecting MY desire to throw Mitch on the floor and fuck her right there onto him, I don’t know. But anyway, a few minutes later they did leave, and D’art would later report that he only had an OK time with her. Oops! Before splitting up D’art and I arranged to meet up later that night at Cambodia.

I wound up going back to my room for a bit that afternoon and trying to catch up on a few things on the computer. Of course, as I mentioned, I couldn’t stand it for too long as it became VERY hot in that corner of the room. So I went back out to a few bars before attempting to do something about the girl I had been thinking about for several days: Flaca from Voodoo.

I had sent her a text message using Epi’s phone at dinner the night before, and she sent back a sweet response, but I ended up barfining the Misty’s girl and not getting to her bar before she finished work. But as I walked in and kind of looked around, a waitress remembered me and asked me if I was looking for her, and I said yes. I was seated and ordered a drink and Flaca came out from the back and peeked around a corner like she was trying to figure out who was asking about her. I’m not sure she even recognized me immediately, but soon enough she did, and came over and was super friendly, curling up right next to me. I sat with her there for an hour or so and bought her a couple drinks, then told her I was meeting a friend to go barhopping and invited her to spend the night with me. She said something to the degree of ‘sure, why not’, so I paid the barfine, we finished our drinks, she changed and we headed to Cambodia.

I will reiterate in this segment that I don’t think my attraction to Flaca is entirely logical. She’s too skinny for me, and while she’s cute and I find her pretty, there are certainly more classic beauties in the world. But she just had SOMETHING, a JE NE SAIS QUOI, that drove me absolutely CRAZY and made me just follow her around drooling. Unfortunately in AC, kissing girls feet and telling them how beautiful they are isn’t exactly the way to control a relationship, and getting the upper hand with Flaca was something that took a little too much time and effort.

We made it to Cambodia where I was to meet D’art and we got a seat where I always seemed to sit, directly across from the first stage on the left. Trying to make conversation I tried to tell her she was more beautiful than any girl in the bar, and when she laughed, I challenged her to pick out the one that was better looking. She wasn’t too into the game, though, and I don’t think she really enjoyed going to go gos. She seemed quite distracted the whole time and was playing with her cellphone a lot. OH, how I grew to hate that phone!

D’art arrived a couple minutes late and presented all of you with quite a gift, loaning me an extra digital camera he had brought. Of course we had to try it out, and the first shot was of me and a non-smiling Flaca there in the bar.

Bigballs showed up soon after D’art did, and got to tell a story about some of the drama he had with a Cambodia girl, ending up with some waterworks on her part because he was a shameless butterfly. He brought her down for a drink, and she seemed like she had forgiven him by that point.

I was having a good time hanging out with the guys, but Flaca was seriously bumming me out. She kept playing with the fucking phone, telling me she was playing a game with the phone. Any other girl I might have just dismissed on the spot, but as I REALLY liked her, I asked her what she wanted to do, where she wanted to go, and she said she wanted to go to my room. ALRIGHT!!! Always a good answer. But her motivation was different than mine.

On the way back to the room she tried teaching me a few words of Tagalog, but as I am burning brain cells at a rapid rate these days, learning new stuff isn’t exactly easy. I think I managed to learn about 8 words of Tagalog during my entire trip – pretty damned sad!

We got to the room and she immediately flipped the TV on to some Tagalog show and we curled up on the bed. I thought we were still in the middle of a Tagalog lesson, but as I tried to continue it became fairly obvious that she was fading right in front of me. It didn’t take but maybe two minutes and my little honey was apparently PASSED OUT ASLEEP. Way to entertain the lady, Porker!!!

I tried to wake her up just figure out what the hell was going on, but about the only thing I could manage to do was get her to say ‘let me sleep’ and tell her I was going out and that I’d be back in a few hours.

Now I am NOT usually shy about putting my foot down with my rent a dates. I usually have NO problem telling them, uh, LISTEN, this is the deal, this is why you’re here, better make the best of it, etc. But as Epi was to label Flaca a little while later, she is like Kryptonite – I am powerless to make rational mongerlike decisions with her. ANY other girl in Angeles would have been dragged by her bra back to the bar for a refund if they tried to get out of some boom boom first thing in the room, but with Flaca, I just gave her the benefit of the doubt and said ‘Poor thing must be exhausted!!!’. SUCKER!!!

And believe me, I was beating myself up all night for my wimpiness in leaving her in my precious bed to sleep while I barhopped solo with no place to take a girl back.

I went out for a few hours with an initial plan of just getting drunk to put the whole Flaca situation out of my mind. But then the Kryptonite thing hit me again, and I was thinking nah, you don’t want to be the ugly drunk if all of a sudden she’s in the mood for boom boom when you get back to the room. So I hit the bars and drank water. WATER??? For those of you that know me, you can SEE how abnormal I was acting!

I ended up going to Blue Nile for the first time that night. I had heard Blazers’ raves about the place, and there were indeed some damned cute girls there, but I ended up sitting in the booths in the back and the elevated stage seemed AWFULLY damned far away. And of course this older skinny chick that had led me in, seated me and got me my drink decided to hover around. Eventually she started hitting on me, and not just normal bar girl chit chat. This chick wanted to get barfined, and made no bones about it.

And there was no way in hell that was happening. Or so I thought to begin with. This chick was easily at least 30 years old, and had a skanky look that I HATE with older skinny chicks. But she did get my attention by telling me that she wanted to give me a blow job. So I decided to fuck around with her and act like Epi buying something at a Thai retail place: Basically kick the tires about 30 times, ask for every discount in the book and then pass because I wasn’t really interested in the first place.

After I explained my room being occupied situation, the chick was telling me to pay her barfine and then we’d get a short time room for 600 pesos. I told her she was INSANE if she thought I was paying 1600 pesos for short time with her. She said OK, long time, then. I told her that meant getting another room for the night and that wasn’t happening. My counteroffer kept being that she come over the next afternoon to my room and blow me there and that I’d pay her 600 pesos for the two hours. She insisted on being barfined. Eventually I just gave up trying to teach her ho economics (600 pesos tomorrow or ZERO ever), and felt like I was arguing with the street girls in TJ who had some stupid sticking point in negotiations that were going to unnecessarily kill a deal.

After far too much time with that hypothetical argument in Blue Nile, I headed back towards the center of Fields, but stopped in at Bedrock first. I had a lot of fun there that night, though it’s not the greatest club around and the dancers looked WAAAAY too young there. I met a ugly waitress that was super friendly and spoke great English and it was fun to actually hold a decent conversation with a girl. And then there was this crazy chocolate colored pregnant chick (with BIG tits) that kept coming over and kissing me. This definitely helped to lighten things up because my waitress friend was getting attached very quickly and it just was NOT going to happen that we would hook up.

After being gone about three hours I figured I’d go back and check on Flaca. If she was still passed out asleep I hoped that at least she might be naked so I could cuddle that tiny body as I fell asleep and waited for some morning boom boom that would have to be DAMNED good to make up for all the crap with her so far.

I got to the room and she was still sound asleep and looked like she hadn’t moved an INCH in all the time I had been gone. Seriously, the bed had not been messed up at ALL and she was still lying prone on top of the covers. While I had more than a sneaking suspicion that she was faking falling asleep when I first left her in the room, the evidence was becoming pretty strong that she must have been BONE tired. Or had taken something to make her sleep like that. I would find out later that she was apparently getting sick and had been up all night after a trip home the previous night.

Anyway, I decided to strip down to my underwear and join her in bed and at least get her under the covers. As I had to wake her slightly to do this she did manage to roll over enough, but upon getting under the covers her eyes opened a little and she curled her body into mine. Pretty soon as my hands brushed her breasts she had pulled down her top a little and was giving every indication that sucking them was OK with her. And it was MORE THAN OK with ME! Next thing you know she’s being kissed all the way down, stripping her clothes off along the way. Boom boom time, and it was worth the wait.

We screwed for a good 40 minutes, and man, I couldn’t believe that she could have this much energy after being passed out asleep like that. And of course as soon as we were finished she went straight BACK to sleep! So there I am all wired and bubbly, and she’s asleep again! So I got dressed and went back out again.

I ended up going downstairs to the restaurant and ordering some food and striking up a conversation with a young ex-pat (that told me the whopper bullshit story of his life of all time) who ended up introducing me to another expat that turned out to be Daddy Pete, the overnight manager at Kokomoz. Pete was a GREAT guy and I talked his ear off about life in AC and the bars. I must have grilled him for 2 hours and he answered every question honestly and thoughtfully. I also described to him what was going on with the girl in my room, and lo and behold he actually knew her fairly well. It was a Kokomoz group bar she worked at, after all. He had nothing but nice things to say about Flaca, and it made me feel a little better that she probably wasn’t just faking the whole sleeping bit. After an amazingly engrossing conversation I figured I’d head back up to the room when the sun started coming up, though STILL not tired or in the mood to sleep.

Flaca was still asleep, of course, but as I stripped and crawled into bed next to her it was like a repeat of the first time. Hand brushes breast, she rolls over slightly, and all of a sudden it was go time again! And this time it was 20X better than the first. Wow, this really WAS worth the wait.

After round two Flaca was awake for at least a little while and we talked for a bit. She apologized for being so tired and insisted that I had done nothing to ‘bore’ her or make her want to just avoid me. This made me feel quite a bit better about everything that had happened with her, and I was DAMNED glad that I hadn’t flown off the handle and kicked her out earlier.

We dozed in and out of sleep for a couple hours after that in what would turn out to be a night that started a nearly disastrous pattern of not sleeping hardly at ALL. But when I had this PERFECTLY formed little body next to me, believe me, sleeping was a distant second to just gently squeezing every inch of it.

While I would have some incredible sex over the next several weeks on my trip, merely lying naked with Flaca was a pleasure that would rival any sexual exploit. Some tough guy I turned out to be, huh?

Photo: Flaca 19
Photos: Mitch 20 21 22 23 24
Mitch photos donated by d'Artagnan

The whopper bullshit story of his life of all time??



Now that has me curious!!!

Water? WATER???

So Porker joins ranks with the rest of us PLs!

Good posts Porker. Keep'em comming. Remember, you don't REALLY need any sleep!

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Slicey, the guy (in his mid 20's) supposedly owned two VERY profitable strip clubs in various parts of the world and his mafia family threw him a 1/2 mill. in cash every year to keep his income at a 'sufficient' level. Meanwhile he's using a cellphone that cost about 10% more than mine to try and arrange sneakouts from girls getting off duty at 4 AM to save some cash on barfines. And I'm wondering the whole time, why's he telling ME all this? Don't you save that kind of BS for American chicks?

Actually, I usually refer to them as "brown kryptonite" and they do indeed make us weak and foolish!! Your lil' darlin' just clicked with you and there was no hope!! Maybe the begging for money will help reduce the pain you feel over being so far from her...

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Wow, I remember flaca when I was at the SOB afterparty and thought she was quite cute...you know how I like the extreme flacas. I'm not into girls with short hair so I took her friend...look to my report with girl from Voodoo.

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"And to borrow a line from Naked Gun 2 (and repeat one from an email I sent this trip), I hadn’t had that much sex since I was a Boy Scout leader!"

Then how come all the PC groups are so down on the Boy Scouts? You would think they would offer them a seat in the front float in their next parade.

Porker, your posts are just the greatest thing. While everyone has their style and level of detail mixed with humor your descriptions are enough to make people really want to visit the places you talk about. I'm still chuckling from yesterday when you talked about the cold treatment you received from Airport Girl. And that was where you showed her the upmost consideration by banging Bouncy on just one side of the bed.

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"Maybe I was just projecting MY desire to throw Mitch on the floor and fuck her right there onto him, I don’t know."

My favorite line so far, Mr. Hemingway. Looking forward to the rest.

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