I headed out the front door and down the stairs like the last time and a guy directing people where to go blew me away by offering to LOAN ME HIS BATTERY so I could call my driver! An extremely generous gesture, and soon enough Ray, one of the Orchid Inn drivers was picking up my rather heavy suitcase and lugging it to the van. Ray was a super nice guy and kept me entertained on the trip to Angeles that ended up taking more than THREE hours because of Manila traffic that was made INSANE because of flooding in the streets after a heavy rain that day.
Once on the road my thoughts immediately turned to my faves from the first two weeks, all of which I had promised to call as soon as I got back to the Philippines. When I explained about my phone battery Ray ALSO immediately volunteered to let me use his battery (thank goodness Nokia rules everything in the PI!), and soon enough I was texting away to some very excited girls while trying to remain vague about where I would be that night (might stay in Manila, had no transportation to AC, phone batt. Low, may arrive very late, etc.) so I wouldn’t have to commit to seeing one exclusively that night until the time was right. While FUCKING Airport Girl was very high on the agenda, I was still pretty gaga over Flaca, and had been looking forward to hooking up with her the most while I had been gone.
One logistical problem that made the trip even LONGER was my need to get to an ATM to get Pesos, which I expressed to Ray the moment I got into the car. He said it would be no problem waiting to get to AC to use the ATM, which I was skeptical about. And sure enough, we hit 4 different ATM’s in downtown Angeles and NONE of them accepted my PLUS network card. I told him I KNEW there was one on the base, and we drove all the way back there and I was able to get about four days’ worth (at 5,000 pesos – less than 100 bucks -- per transaction) before the machine ran out of pesos. It was 10:30 on Saturday night, and I pitied the poor bastards that went after ME the rest of the weekend. As I have mentioned before in this report, and as I was advised by vets before I arrived, BRING LOTS OF CASH WITH YOU TO ANGELES. The ATM’s are a REAL pain in the ass.
But pesos in hand, a few minutes later I was being dropped off in front of the Orchid Inn and I tipped Ray a few hundred pesos on top of the 1600 pesos fee. I had booked a newer deluxe (expensive) room at the Orchid for my first night back in Angeles as I wanted to try it out and wanted my first night back to be a little special. Before I had left for Thailand I had also made a reservation for three nights at the Apartelle Royal next to Camelot, but I wouldn’t be checking in there until the next day, Sunday.
The $45 room at the Orchid was big, clean, and had several amenities (safe, laptop internet hook-up), but when I checked into the Apartelle Royal the next day, I was not at ALL impressed with the value of the expensive rooms at the Orchid, as for $13 less my room at Camelot was much nicer. But, IF you have the money, and want to be in a great location, with the best amenities, with a staff ready to meet your needs 24x7, the new rooms at the Orchid will not disappoint you for anything except price.
I needed to shave and shower and unpack a little, and I was STARVING after the longass trip from Manila, but first things first, I texted a couple of girls and made arrangements to see them the next day. But Flaca was selected as Saturday night’s girl, and her shift at Voodoo was about to end. I told her about all the little stuff I had to do and suggested she come over at about midnight. She said I REALLY should come to the bar and pay her barfine first, and I was a little upset by this, but told her OK. I know girls can get in trouble for sneakouts and she was trying to do the right thing, but HER SHIFT WAS ENDING. But as she lived in the Stay-In slave housing above the bar, she really couldn’t explain her absence without lying.
I went and got Flaca about midnight and we headed immediately back to the room and caught up a little bit. It was simply eerie how much I liked this girl so quickly, and I can’t really explain anything that she did to push my buttons. That night for the first and only time on my trip, though, I got mad at her a couple of times over rather silly incidents (very childish on her part, IMO), and in the morning resolved that I had to do something about my addiction to her and not barfine her the next day to preserve my sanity and make some points to her.
We had sex a couple of times that night and an aborted session in the morning (see reasons about getting ‘mad’ above), but for some VERY odd reason, I simply could not finish with Flaca, and this was the second consecutive night out of our grand total of THREE together that this had happened. After having girls pretty much do whatever I wanted sexually for the previous three weeks, with Flaca I was extremely careful not to ‘hurt’ her as she was so small, and IMO she held back in bed with me – half-assed the sex – which was VERY frustrating considering how much I lked her. But anyway… not finishing at ALL with a girl was another reason not to keep her the next night, and I made up my mind in the morning that I was going in a different direction the next day.
SLEEPING with Flaca, however, like always, was worth the price of admission and then some. She molded her tiny body into mine and almost demanded that we were draped all over each other the whole night. Getting up to go to the bathroom was a major adventure untangling myself from her. And of course returning to bed always led to me simply staring at her and stroking her body for awhile because I couldn’t get over how perfectly formed it was. She was like a laboratory specimen with a thin layer of skin and muscle over a quite pronounced skeleton, and it was fascinating to me to see how a perfectly formed woman’s body (with ZERO body fat) fit under that skin.
In the morning we had a leisurely breakfast poolside at the Orchid, which I’ll say again, has decent food at a cheap price. I kept joking with Flaca that she needed to carry my suitcase all the way to Camelot, and she wasn’t amused, telling me to just take a trike. I told her I neeeded to check in first and she decided to leave while I did that. I told her that I wasn’t happy with a couple of things that had happened the night before and that I probably wouldn’t see her that night This made no visible impression, and I gave her a peck goodbye and walked down to Camelot sometime after 10 AM.
I immediately ran into one of the downsides to staying at the Apartelle Royal next to Camelot, when there was no office staff onsite before ~ noon (at least on Sunday). But the security guard had my name on his list as did the maid, who said my room had just been cleaned and said I could check in whenever I wanted as she’d le me in. I said I’d be right back with my suitcase, and 30 minutes later I had checked out of the Orchid and had taken a trike with my suitcase back to Camelot. I was glad I had taken the trike, as after lugging my more than 50 lbs. of stuff up two flights of some VERY steep stairs, I was sweating like a PIG and ready to test out the A/C and shower in my new room.
After showering and unpacking a bit, it was after noon and I went downstairs and through the bar to the back offices to officially check in. Unlike the Orchid and Kokomoz, the Apartelle Royal required either a deposit or payment in advance, something I thought was just good business. In fact the policies at the OTHER places shocked me, but seemed part of the charm of AC. They had your passport number, after all, and could probably make life difficult for you if you ever decided to return to the Philippines if you did try and skip out on the bill.
I had set up a date with Airport Girl for that afternoon, and headed off to Margarita Station to have a light lunch and meet her there. She showed up right on time wearing a very UGLY (think something out of ‘Rich Man, Poor Man’) hat that was somehow extremely popular with all the girls there during my trip, and with the white makeup she loved so much simply CAKED on, but with her amazing tits popping out all over the place from a skimpy top and some of the shortest shorts possible. My immediate reaction was wanting to bend her over one of the Margarita Station tables in the back and just fuck her right there! I gave her a big kiss hello and fondled all the appropriate parts, and she just giggled and recoiled in feigned shyness.
As soon as we sat down, though, she launched into a tirade against me. Why hadn’t I called her the day before I left for Thailand? Who had I been with the night before? Blah, blah, blah… I simply told her I was sorry, but I was ‘busy’, and that I was there with her right then, and that there was no one else in the picture, I was ALL hers. She still was feigning anger, so I told her, fine, be that way, but you ARE coming to my room, right? She said she wasn’t sure, though I think we both knew that was bullshit. I said ‘whatever’ and got my sandwich to go and said I’m going back to the room, would you like to at least see it? And she agreed to follow me the two blocks back over there.
Of course first thing in the door I had her thrown on the bed and started ripping her clothes off, and had my dick inside her within 30 seconds of entering the room. And all AG could do at that point was grunt and moan and tell me what a horny, DIRTY bastard I was in Tagalog. It seemed pretty clear that she was enjoying the attention.
While we had had some marathon fuck sessions before, the one that Sunday afternoon topped them all, and we didn’t leave the room or do anything but fuck, suck, sleep or watch TV until nearly midnight that evening. AG had relieved me of three loads in the process, as well as left me with a VERY happy dick.
About midnight she was dozing and watching TV, and I told her that I was going to go have a couple of drinks and that I would stop by her bar downstairs and pay the barfine, as it probably wasn’t a good idea having her do a sneakout with her bar right downstairs at the bottom of the hotel steps! I did that and then did a bit of barhopping, with every intention being to just take in the show and at MOST buy a girl a drink if she was extremely interesting. I figured I had several days left in AC and there was no harm in seeing what there might be there to tempt me for the rest of the week.
I saw my Bananitas girl and had a drink with her, but she was STILL very cold and standoffish in the bar, which was quite annoying. She was very sweet in her texts, however, and I did arrange to hook up a short time with her the next afternoon before she went to work.
I also hit the Blue Fox and Dirty Duck that night, some of my favorite smaller bars, and had a general good time just bullshitting with a bunch of girls that seemed in desperate need of something to entertain them. The Dirty Duck girls were especially fun, and one very skanky dancer (missing front teeth and all) decided to do a lip synch show that had every girl in the place roaring their approval. She and a couple of other (rather unattractive) girls took a bit of a liking to me that night, and just about every night that week as I would walk by the bar someone would yell out to me “Hey TONY” (what I had been named by some drunken girl in that bar that night) as I walked by.
About 3 AM I ended up at Cambodia, and while there was still a floorshow going, there were nowhere near the numbers onstage that they have in the early evenings, and the girls onstage had about ZERO energy. One dancer that had changed into street clothes had a LOT of energy, though, and kept flirting with me from the bar area. She was kind of cute, had a very nice ass and what looked to be at least decent sized, firm-looking tits. I finally called her over to see what was up, and she was all over me well before her drink was ordered.
Her name was Erika, and she was very vocal in her desire that I barfine her. I told her that it wasn’t very romantic talking about stuff like that and she was much better off telling me what she was going to DO to me if I did decide to pay her barfine. She didn’t get the hints, and kept on whining about the barfine.
I told her that it was too late to be paying barfines, the bar would be closing soon, and that I already had a girl in my room for the night. Her response was to keep bouncing on my lap, rubbing my dick with her hand (gee, I guess it WASN’T dead!), and continuing with her ‘barfine’ mantra. I told her again, I’d be more than happy to take her to a different room after her shift was over. She didn’t like that idea. Finally my hard on made the decision and I gave in and barfined her, telling her that she better be ready to boom boom all night for that 1,000 pesos. She said something really sincere like “Oh yeah, Baby”, or something like that, and my next move was to figure out where to get a short time room in AC at 3:30 AM.
I had passed the Anchorage Inn on Real Street dozens of times walking between the Orchid and Fields, but had never been inside. I had heard it was cheap and not a nice place, but I figured that all I really needed was a bed, a shower and Air cond., and for a low price it offered all three. It couldn’t be THAT bad could it?
The prices were 300 pesos for 2 hours short time room, and 650 pesos for a room for all night. I knew I didn’t want to sleep with this girl, but the thought of banging her multiple times (especially after I paid her barfine at 3:30 AM) was prominent in my mind, and then there was the fact that I had gone out without my camera. After all, I hadn’t intended to go with a girl. But since I figured I might like more than 2 hours with this little princess, I told them I wanted the room all night. This required my PASSPORT to register, and luckily they accepted the copy in my wallet.
We went up the little flimsy staircase, and the room was CLOSET sized and HOT, but seemed to be decently clean – about on par with many of the Mexican short time rooms I was used to. I turned the AC on while my girl hopped in the shower, but it seemed like nothing more than a wall decoration the entire time we were in the room, putting out NO cold air. Luckily the sex after I got out of the shower didn’t take too awfully long so I didn’t melt in a puddle of sweat right in the middle.
The first round of sex with Erika was decent, if brief with almost no foreplay. But she had gotten me so worked up in the bar, that my desire was simply to penetrate her and finish, and that’s exactly what I did, the whole thing taking no more than maybe 10 minutes. Erika immediately curled up and went to sleep after a quick post-coital shower, and I rinsed off as well and headed out telling her I was going to eat and that I’d be back soon.
I headed straight back to the room at Camelot to get the camera and then back to Kokomoz to hang out for a little while before going back to the hot, cramped room at the Anchorage to see if I could get some pics of Erika. And sure enough, she was still passed out asleep naked on top of the sheets as I entered. I liked the view so much, however, that instead of taking pics, I took off my clothes and started stroking her body a bit and letting her know that time was nigh for round two. After a couple of minutes of stroking her body, she had at least roused to semi-consciousness, but kept telling me to let her sleep. WRONG ANSWER, BABY!
As my dick hardened, I started rubbing it against her back and side, and she finally just exclaimed “WE BOOM BOOM ALREADY!” Again, a VERY wrong answer, and I wasn’t in the mood for this attitude at ALL. Looking back, I probably didn’t handle this real well, waking her up and demanding boom boom after she had just fallen asleep. But in my view at the time, I had paid 1000 pesos and extracted a promise of sex all night long. If she was too tired she could have waited for another day or just arranged to sneak out if she only wanted short time and we both could have been happier. But SHE had insisted on the barfine, so she had BETTER be ready for the boom boom machine to get fired up again.
But she didn’t want to. So, as per my custom with recalcitrant barfines in Angeles (well, with all THREE), I told her about her options: 1) Shut up and fuck me 2) Get out, which will also trigger 3) I will go talk to the mamasan for my money back that night. We argued for a minute or so before she finally saw the light and said something else terribly romantic along the lines of “OK, hop on and get it over with!!!”, which if uttered in N. America would be MY FAVORITE WORDS!
As those that know me might be able to guess, I gave her quite the grudge fuck as an attitude adjustment that morning, literally trying to pound her into the mattress with my dick. Her only reactions were muffled grunts, and as with most grudge fucks with me, it didn’t take long pumping at a mile a minute to pump yet another load for the day – the fifth in about 16 hours.
As soon as I was done I told her to get dressed and get out and she started whining about trike fare, saying she had NO money on her. I was so happy that I had actually finished again that I gave her 50 pesos and teased her about her terrible attitude while holding it out at arm’s length. I told her that I would be taking some pics of her, and as you can see from the photos, she still didn’t look to have even half awakened from her sleepy state. I must have seemed the bastard from hell to her at the time, but I didn’t really give a shit. Again, IMO, she shouldn’t have held out for the barfine at that time of night if she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
As I handed in the key at the Anchorage (what a dump!) and sent her on her way, I walked the 20 yards to Kokomoz and ordered the food I had never sat down to eat since lunchtime the day before. After that it was back to sack out in my bed at Camelot with Airport Girl sleeping quietly as I entered the room with the sun just beginning to rise. Surely she would expect some morning boom boom at some point. A tough job, but SOMEBODY WOULD HAVE TO DO IT!!!
Have I mentioned recently that I LOVE ANGELES CITY???
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