I woke up on the penultimate day of the first leg of my trip in AC with the Bananitas love goddess at my side, and I did what any good monger should and ripped off a nice morning slice. It couldn’t match the intensity of the night before, but as a friend of mine likes to say, it was better than a sharp stick in the eye! And it also beat the hell out of rolling out of bed at Hotel Cascadas in TJ at 9 AM looking to calm the morning wood by finding a street girl and paying $20 to get her naked and bang her for 15 minutes, which was more than I had just paid for my allnighter with a beautiful young girl. How did it take me so damned long to drag my fat ass to SE Asia???

While my girl was in the shower I turned on my phone and found out that Flaca was texting me already. After she had volunteered to join me for Saturday’s trip to the airport, I had asked that she come back to Angeles on Friday and spend the night with me and she quickly agreed, but I hadn’t expected her until at least late afternoon. She now said she’d be arriving by noon, so I was going to have to get moving a little bit. I was getting very excited about seeing her though. We had only really spent one night/day together, but I was pretty crazy about her, and absence and some very sweet texts had only made things worse.

Sending Bananitas Girl on her way was a SEVERELY unnatural act, and as usual, I felt bad telling a girl to go home, but I told her that I’d definitely see her again when I returned from Thailand if I didn’t manage to come say goodbye that night. As I mentioned in the previous chapter of this report, I wish I had spent more time with that girl. She was really incredible. In the room, anyway…

After I showered and dressed and putzed around on the computer for a bit (had to upload all the pics from the camera in case Flaca got nosy and then clean up the hard drive in anticipation of leaving the next day), I went downstairs to have some food at the Kokomoz restaurant and wound up sitting with Mr. J and El Pelon (who were leaving the next day for Manila and eventually HOME) for a bit until Flaca texted me asking me where I was, and the next minute she was right behind me beaming. And SOAKED in sweat -- I guess she hadn’t caught the air cond. Bus from ‘province’, (which I would come to find out means ‘hometown’, not necessarily some far off distant land. Flaca’s province was close enough where Mom would come by every couple of days and pick up her cut from her little baby’s earnings. What a tight-knit family!)

She still looked beautiful to me (though SUPER skinny!), and after a quick hello kiss, I had her sit down for a second so we could make plans for the day. She said she was planning to at least make an appearance at work and I told her I’d be there at 2 when they opened so I could pay her barfine. She suggested 3 PM so she could get paid for dancing that day, and I said no problem.

I got a couple texts from Airport Girl that afternoon from her friend’s phone and she was apparently desperate to see me that day. I had stupidly let slip at breakfast one morning that week while talking to Epi that I had a date for Friday, and fuck if she didn’t overhear exactly what I had said and UNDERSTAND it perfectly. She had been literally interrogating me after that – ‘who’s ur deeet’? And had literally asked the question 15 times. My response was always the same ‘SECRET’, which frustrated her to no end. And when she sent me those texts that Friday all I could tell her was that MAYBE I would buy her a drink later, which made her even more mad. But all I was thinking about that day was Flaca.

Of course walking into Voodoo and paying the barfine and leaving wasn’t ever as simple as it should have been with Flaca. She’d always be dressed in her little dance outfit and of course when she came over, I was always expected to buy her a drink. And I KNOW I could have put my foot down, but as it never even cost 3 bucks, I always figured what the hell.

But it was also fun to sit there with her in the bar, and I figured that she’d have a better time hanging out there with all her friends around than some other bar where she didn’t know anybody. So I paid her barfine and we had a couple of regular drinks there.

I teased her about being tired, as the last time she had passed out asleep and left me alone for most of the night, and she said that while she WAS tired, she wouldn’t do that to me again. Eventually we left and headed back to my room, and this time we did end up fucking two minutes inside the door.

And we went at it for a good hour. But for some reason (and it would become quite a persistent problem), I just couldn’t finish with her.

But the best thing about Flaca, and the thing I miss desperately about her, was how incredibly cuddly and lovey-dovey she was while just lounging in bed with her naked. And her body was simply anatomically perfect. I would just trace her skeleton with my finger sometimes with my mouth open in awe at what an amazing body she had. Somehow my hands always ended up on her ass, though, and the little thing literally fit in the palm of my hand. While my preference is FAR skewed in favor of fat girls with big tits, I absolutely LOVED Flaca’s body.

I offered to take her out and do something that night, but she said she was quite happy to just spend time with me there in the room. I told her that if she passed out alseep early again I was going to barhop with my friends and she said fine, no problem. We ended up spending the next several hours together on the bed while she watched TV and I just dozed a little and marveled at her tiny body. I had food delivered from downstairs and basically we spent the night shut in in my room.

I did leave around midnight after she was sound asleep to go over to Bananitas for a drink or two and like the night before, my girl there was VERY standoffish in the bar. She also wasn’t nearly as appealing to me in her dancer’s uniform, and as I already had a girl in my bed, I had no thoughts of barfining her, so I told her I’d see her when I got back from BKK and left.

I was a little scared about heading to Camelot that night and telling Airport Girl that I couldn’t take her out, but eventually I bit the bullet and did it. She was, of course, very happy to see me, and told me it was OK that I had another girl that night. I told her I would bring her a present from Thailand and see her when I got back. Then it was back to the room and Flaca.

And the night went much as it had earlier. A little dozing, a little staring at her sleeping and in awe of her body, a little fooling around, a little sex. It wasn’t real quality sex, that night, though, which would lead me to wonder many times over the next couple weeks what the heck I wanted from this girl. She always seemed to be holding back – quite a contrast from Bananitas girl and Airport Girl and Private Dancer Girl, etc…

Our morning session would be rather ho-hum as well, and it was very tough for me to get into it if she seemed to not be into it, and I was also always quite worried about hurting her, she was so small. The bottom line, though, was that we had been messing around all night and I STILL HADN’T COME! I ended up heading to Thailand that night with SEVERELY blue balls!

Round three basically ended rather abruptly when my phone started ringing, not from a text. Flaca demanded that I answer it, thinking it was another girl and starting to get all righteous and jealous. So to shut her up I answered it, and it was the travel agency saying the flight to Thailand had been delayed until 4:30 AM from the original departure time of 11:30. My original thought was “how fucking INCONVENIENT!”, but as it turns out, some huge monsoon or typhoon or something (it was the season, I believe) was causing major weather delays, and my irritation soon turned into a hope that we would be able to fly at ALL and not lose a day of my already brief time in Thailand.

Sooo, with another whole day in Angeles on our hands, I quickly ran the change by Epi and he said we should leave about 1 AM in order to make the airport by 3:30 or so, which meant we had a lot more time than we thought. And I had already pre-arranged to have Flaca chained to my side, paying two days’ barfine the day before.

Epi suggested heading to the SM mall in San Fernando and maybe seeing a movie, and that sounded good to me as I’d get to spend some time with Flaca away from the bars. Epi also said he’d end up keeping his room for the night instead of having a late check out as planned, and said it would be no problem for me to leave my stuff in his room until it was airport time. What a guy!

Check out at Kokomoz was quite painless having already paid for my stay a couple of days before, and after leaving Flaca to change, I carted my stuff off to the Orchid and up to Epi’s room and we arranged for a taxi to the mall. Texts to Ilaw led to him joining us, Flaca soon met us at the Orchid, and the four of us were off to see the nicest mall (there are actually two right across the parking lot from each other) in the vicinity of AC.

As it became immediately apparent that Epi and Flaca were like oil and water, I, of course, made her sit in the middle between us in the back seat! And of course Epi started tickling her and grabbing her like I knew he would. She’d always pretend to get pissed but then end up laughing really hard, and I knew she was just acting. Of course she kept looking to me to protect her, and I told her that if she’d just be NICE he’d probably leave her alone. Of course she couldn’t do that, and they’d play their little cat and mouse game and sneer at each other all afternoon. Priceless!

Epi had spent quite a bit of time at that mall in the last week or so and we ended up hitting a couple of his favorite spots, one for coffee before the film – Dumb and Dumberer -- I saw some REALLY bad movies in SE Asia this summer! Of course all I’ll really remember from that movie is Flaca feeding me popcorn for the better part of an hour without stopping.

When the movie was over we walked around for a bit and agreed to meet up in about an hour. Flaca and I ended up in Robinson’s department store (pretty damned modern dept. Store), and she immediately started looking at clothes. Uh oh. She told me at one point that she ‘needed’ some jeans, and I, of course hadn’t taken her to the mall to break the bank on her (especially when I thought she was holding out on me in bed the night before!), and told her maybe I’d take her shopping when I got back from Thailand.

She kept looking, though, and eventually tried a couple pair on. To alleviate severe boredom I snuck into the dressing room with her a couple of times to steal a couple kisses and watching her get all flustered and embarrassed in case anyone would catch us was quite funny.

She finally found a pair she liked and paraded straight to a cash register, and I was thinking to myself that this was going to be interesting, to see whether she expected me to pay or not. I must admit that saying NO to a woman is not easy for me, and I was thinking that I’d be VERY uncomfortable if she asked me to pay after I had already pretty much told her NO, that I wasn’t buying her pants.

But when they rang them up and it only cost 250 pesos, and she had fished 700 pesos out of her back pocket, I grabbed her hand, told her to put her money away, and ended up doing the right thing and paying. 5 bucks really wasn’t going to kill me, and it ended up making her VERY happy. Only in the Philippines could I be considered a sugar daddy!!!

The sugar daddy trend continued, though, as I had already previously volunteered to buy her some ‘load’ (airtime and text message capacity) for her phone, as she was out again after I had bought her some the week before. Of course I told her that since NONE of that load would be used on me as I’d be gone for the next week, she had better have ALL of it available when I got back! We both knew that was a pipedream, though I did often wonder who EXACTLY she was texting with all the damned time.

Walking around the mall, even though I had what I thought was a trophy attached to my hip, it was impossible not to notice all the gorgeous females out and about at what for the Philippines was a VERY upscale place. My mouth dropped open, though, when I saw some pretty 15 year old kid wearing a t-shirt that said ‘Porn Star in Training’! Wasn’t this supposed to be a conservative country???

After Epi had finished getting his toes beautified or some prissy shit like that, we called the driver and were soon on our way back to the bar area and Fields. We headed straight for dinner at Molly Malone’s and then next door to Misty’s to have a drink. Epi found something he liked at Misty’s and ended up barfining her as a companion on our run to the airport, saying he’d be back to pick her up on our way.

Ilaw needed to head back to the Orchid, but we’d end up going to a few bars together that night before I got tired of Flaca being a 5th wheel and decided we should do more normal stuff. We were to head back to the Orchid for a shower by 11:30 before meeting up with Epi at midnight, and we were going to go to Mr. JJ’s market past Margarita Station to get some snacks and drinks and stuff for the trip.

As she was obviously bored with the go go bars, Flaca and I decided to go to one of the Karaoke/Videoke bars that are omnipresent in AC. I had never really been to a Karaoke place before, though the ones in Angeles are certainly low rent ones. And as Epi says, the goal for the locals in those places wasn’t to sing well, it was to sing LOUD! And on Saturday night, all the places across from Brown Sugar were pretty much packed with locals getting fucked up on some local malt liquor. They were pretty spirited in their singing however, and despite having to wait quite awhile for the mic to come our way, it wasn’t a bad way to kill an hour or so… And our drink tab for two cokes was less than a buck – probably the cheapest date tab for an hour I’ve ever had anywhere.

Finally I butchered two songs (which somehow the machine ‘scored’ on a scale of 100) and Flaca did the same. Her voice (like everything else about her) was very cute. I paid up and we left to have some fun in the shower in Epi’s room.

I had been teasing Flaca all day about her never having gone down on me in our two nights together, and a little before my flight had gotten postponed that morning, she had told me that she’d suck me ‘tomorrow’ which got us both laughing. Of course then the flight got pushed back to the 4:30 AM range we suddenly had a little window of opportunity there, and I had been teasing her about it all day, telling her midnight was ‘go time’! Of course the problem was that I didn’t have a room.

But as we had arranged to use Epi’s room to take a shower, and we both ended up in the shower together…Well, I still didn’t get my dick sucked! I wish I could tell you differently, but she just said that we’d do it when I got back, that she was nervous that Epi would come back, blah, blah, blah. Oh well, more of a chance to tease her about it via email.

When we were squeaky clean and met Epi downstairs at La Cantina and I told him of my continuing blue balls situtation, he told me I should have just thrown her on the bed and fucked her upstairs, but it was a little late now as we were all set to head for Manila. With Flaca I was perfectly content with the prospect of just cuddling and kissing for the whole ride to the airport.

We were loaded up in the van by 12:30 and Flaca and I headed straight for the very back seat and I had her prone and in liplock with her bra off by the time we got to Misty’s to pick up Epi’s girl. Of course Flaca while prone had a battery life of about 15 minutes after 9 PM, so pretty soon she was lying on top of me and gently snoring into my chest while Epi and his girl were apparently having a little BJ fun in the seat in front of me, with his girl wearing some sort of blanket over her head so the driver couldn’t see. All in all, and this may tell you how gaga I was over Flaca, I am not sure I would have traded places with Epi.

The trip to the airport seemed exTREMELY short, especially compared to my two trips TO Angeles from Manila, which took several hours. We said our goodbyes to the girls, unloaded our stuff and made our way through a rather deserted airport (and paid a 500 peso departure fee – this would go up to 550 pesos two weeks later for my trip home – GRRR!!!) to wait for our pre-dawn flight.

Check-in was obviously a breeze, but as we had about two hours still until our flight left, it wasn’t the most exciting part of my trip. Talking to Epi was always fun, but about 20 minutes before boarding I just started PASSING OUT asleep. Of course Epi made fun of me to no end, as I kept trying to talk the whole time to keep myself from sleeping until we actually got on the plane and he said I was badly slurring my words like I was drunk. Of course I was STILL quite sleep deprived and had been up all damned night at that point, so there were REASONS why I was so damned tired.

We FINALLY got on the plane, and I VAGUELY remember Epi saying something about his video monitor at our seats not working. But I pretty much slept for the three straight hours of the flight, which was like a drink for a dying man in the desert. It did leave me SEMI-alert when we got off the plane, however, and my excitement was pretty much OFF THE CHART when we cleared immigration and got our bags and were ready to head out into the city I had heard SO much about but never seen: Bangkok.

Photo: Bananitas 105
Photo: Flaca 106

Flaca decided to become a model for an internet chat site. Enjoy the results:

http://www.filipina18.com/asianbabecams/girl6/index.html