While I nominally hit the pillow at about 7 AM with Airport Girl after the post-barhop boink, I was lucky if I caught 2 hours of sleep entwined in bed with her on Sunday morning. As was the case on my first trip to Asia this past summer, I was simply too wound up to sleep much, if at all, plus it was even more difficult with someone sharing my bed. Of course after sleeping alone for 5 straight months back home, and with the dirt cheap prices for all-nighters in Asia, NOT having an overnight bedbunny seemed like a waste of an air-conditioned room! But the plan upon waking for good on Sunday morning was that THIS would be the night I would end up with TWO rooms and install a ‘wife’ in each one, as it was time to announce to Flaca that I was in town, and of course, dying to see her!

DEVASTATED by Post-Philippines-Depression (PPD, if you will) upon returning home after my July trip, I fell into a web cast by several former bargirl acquaintances by keeping in contact with them via phone, email, chat, and text messaging via PC. While I never broke a threshhold by telling any of the previous faves that I LOVED them, the theme with any and all of them was that I MISSED them. And I did. Of course I missed the whole scene in their various locations a lot more, but I really DID miss each and every one of the girls I communicated with, and it wasn’t a small list.

The PROBLEM with that, however, is that upon returning to Asia, they all wanted their slice of Porker’s wallet/barhop-time/bedspace/dick/leche, you know, the basic sex vacation capital! So, terrified that I would be doing all repeats on this trip, I tried backpedaling a bit in the weeks leading up to my arrival. A few girls I simply stopped communicating with, I tried NOT to be constantly available on Ymessenger while I was online, and I tried to make things as vague as possible as to the actual dates I would be around and what my plans were on arrival. In the end I made a decision that I would primarily be spending my nights with Airport Girl, but enjoy the HELL out of short times in the afternoon and early evenings.

Of course, Angeles being a VERY small town, I knew it would probably be a bad idea to hide for long if I didn’t want to end up in the doghouse with all the girls I ‘missed’. So the first couple of days companions ended up being a bit scripted, which in my view wasn’t too bad at ALL as these were girls I had spent months looking at photos of and chatting with and I really was quite anxious about seeing them, particularly AG and Flaca (the ‘wives’).

Since I had already set things up with Airport Girl for my arrival in the PI for Saturday night, I had been a little vague with Flaca upon when I’d be arriving. I did end up texting her late that night saying I was in town, but as she was riding a wave of popularity (possibly due to a pic posted on another internet board), she was almost surely barfined that night (there were a relative TON of tourists in AC over the holidays compared to July) and I never got a response until Sunday afternoon, which she, of course, claimed was due to having no ‘load’ for her cellphone.

With contact made, I would have to go see her in the bar that day, of course, and barfine her, of course, in order to not be instantly ‘divorced’. And the fact remained that I really liked her despite the request for emergency cash she sent me less than a week after I returned home on my last trip which had comPLETELY pierced any delusions that she had ANY feelings for me other than a desire to help herself to the contents of my wallet. I never told HER that, though, and she continued to claim that she was crazy about me in all of her communications. I was VERY much looking forward to seeing how MUCH she missed me, and if she would up the ante in the GFE department from the last time when she always seemed to be holding back sexually.

But Flaca was that afternoon’s project, on Sunday morning, I was still hooked up with Airport Girl. My communications with AG while back home had actually led to me feeling quite bad about how I had completely taken her for granted on my last trip. She would go through periods where she was supposedly almost enraged at me, and then a few days later (maybe with the ebb and flow of her barfine popularity?) would be almost super lovey-dovey again.

You would think that I would be immune to games played by backwater 19 year old bargirls with severely limited English skills, but she did, if fact, make me feel quite guilty of toying with her emotions my last time in AC. And she had a credibility built up that other players in the internet game didn’t. When AG told me she missed me, I completely believed her -- even when she was supposedly mad at me, she said she missed me but wished that she didn’t. And SO FAR there had been nothing that had changed that opinion. My first night in AC had been pretty damned fun, and her role in it had been perfect, as far as I was concerned: Meet me at the airport, treat me like she missed me, bang the hell out of me, wait patiently in the room until I was tired of barhopping and bang the hell out of me again!

And in the morning things kept going almost perfectly according to the script: She apparently had no problem leaving and going home when I encouraged her to do so after breakfast, and she volunteered on her own that she was planning to work that night, which gave me several hours of leeway to do just about whatever I wanted before offering to have her stay with me again that night.

Knowing full well that I’d be with Flaca that night, at least for awhile, I did tell her that I wanted her to stay with me again that night, and it would be up to her if she wanted me to barfine her or if she wanted to come over after work. She chose the latter, which AGAIN, was the PERFECT scenario in my book: I was completely free of obligations with her until 3 AM! I almost felt an ADRENALINE RUSH when that whole deal was going down!

I know these games probably seem pretty silly – they’re HOOKERS and I’m a CLIENT, in AC you’re the BOSS, but as the girls work awfully damned hard to at least give an incredibly realistic illusion that they really care about you and that’s it not about money, I always tried my best to not trample on their feelings if I didn’t have to. If that meant telling little white lies and walking a block out of my way instead of parading Ms. Right NOW in front of her bar, so be it.

OK, enough of the drama, back to the play by play!

As we were up early and Epi had also had a late night the night before, I knew I was going to be on my own for entertainment for several hours that morning. I informed AG that we’d be going to breakfast and that her presence was requested, so she couldn’t really say NO! Though we were staying at the Central Park Hotel, and the hotel had a restaurant downstairs in the lobby, there was not even a trace of pool action at the little wading pool the Central Park has in the front, and one of my favorite memories from the last trip was watching all the bargirl comings and goings and pool action at La Cantina poolside at the Orchid Inn, which also had a cheap, decent breakfast buffet.

So we walked the 50 yards over to the Orchid, paraded through the front bar and past the front desk down the narrow hallway to get back to the pool. As we passed my first room that I ever stayed in in AC, AG pointed at the door and said ‘You remember here?’ While I had bedded her in at least four other rooms after that one, that little standard room at the Orchid would indeed always hold special memories for me. ‘Of course I do’, I said, but I was more than a little flattered that she did too.

For some reason, despite the overall numbers of tourists in town, the Orchid seemed awfully dead that morning. My favorite waitress from the morning shift was at Central Park now, the buffet seemed full of stuff that didn’t look at all appetizing to me (besides my favorite, garlic rice), and the overall BUZZ that seemed to constantly be surrounding the pool area in July was just MISSING. It WAS 10 AM on Sunday morning, though, which I imagine would be a really SLOW morning in every bar town on the morning-after Saturday night. And while I thought the weather was AWESOME, the fact that it was a good deal cooler meant that there was probably a lot less pool action in general than in July when it was simply STEAMY hot at almost all daylight hours.

But other than a few tagalong trips with Epi to say hi to the staff that hadn’t migrated to the Central Park, this would be my only visit to the Orchid on this trip. While it probably didn’t have anything to do with changes that happened there, the fact was that Central Park quickly began to seem like the ‘home’ that the Orchid had on my previous trip, whether I had actually had a room there or not.

Despite not having eaten anything since at LEAST the previous afternoon, AG refused to eat ANYTHING that morning, causing alarm bells to start screaming in my head. The best Epi and I could come up with later was that perhaps she was self-conscious about the bit of looseness she had in the tummy area and didn’t want to seem like she was ‘pigging out’ in front of me? Or maybe she was on some weird diet. I HOPE she wasn’t using any sort of drug (diet or otherwise), but the fact that she NEVER ate with me during my stay in AC was extremely bizarre.

As a leisurely breakfast poolside at the Orchid was winding down (I got the really cool cook to make me an omelette when the buffet was so disappointing), I got a text from Epi saying he was heading down to the lobby at Central Park for coffee. Within a couple minutes I also got a message from Atravel, a newbie to CH that had posted some extremely enthusiastic messages about his impending cherry trip to the PI on the new sim # I had posted on CH early that morning. I called him to see what was up, and we agreed to meet in the lobby of the Central Park in a few minutes.

Epi was already there as we arrived in the lobby, and I propped AG on my lap as we started talking over the night before. Size 15’s departure was a subject that quickly came up, and we both agreed that if the guy wasn’t happy there that he probably did the right thing by heading back to the known quantity of Thailand. I still don’t understand how anyone could have such a negative reaction to such a fun town as Angeles City, but then again, I remember comparing Bangkok to AC (and all the girls I was missing there), and wanting to turn back around myself on my first trip this past summer. Now I almost can’t imagine not doing BOTH the PI and Thailand in the same trip. It would really be like something was terribly missing.

Atravel showed up soon after we did, and it was fun hearing how the first 24 hours or so of his AC experience had been, He reported that he already had an affinity for the Santos girls, and that immediately endeared him to me! That he seemed to take great delight in the Epimetheus antic highlight reel we played out for him that morning was another positive. Atravel was great company and I wish he’d not have been so enthralled with his various barfines that he could have hung out with us more! Oh, and you owe us a report on those romps, BTW, dude!

Shortly after Atravel arrived and I introduced AG to him, I tried to dismiss her, and she said she simply needed to go upstairs to get her purse and the stuff I had given her the night before. When she didn’t come back for 30 minutes, though, I started to wonder what the heck was up with her. Being really damned lazy, I texted her and she said “I want to go home”. ‘SO FUCKING GO ALREADY’, I thought!

But I figured I’d go and check on her just in case, so I excused myself for a minute and went up to the room, and halfway there I remembered that I hadn’t paid her or left any money for her or anything, and thought that maybe that was the case, though there had been a couple of times on the last trip when I hadn’t given her anything when she left and made it up to her later that night. And I STILL don’t think that was what was holding her up, as she gave me a look when I held out the blue bill for her like ‘what’s THAT for’ before I shoved it in her hand and insisted she take it. She said she was still there because she was expecting me to say goodbye to her properly, so I threw her on the bed and jumped on her and gave her a few sloppy kisses and pretty soon she was writhing with laughter and all was well with the world again. Did I mention that I missed that dingy girl?

Back downstairs, Epi was going back to HIS airport girl for more entertainment, but Atravel said he was in the mood for another walk down Santos. I volunteered to join him, but found little inspiration in the lineup on my first pass of the trip during the daylight hours.

I did run into one of the Santos girls I had taken the trip before (Mila), and she CLAIMED to remember me, but when I quizzed her on what hotel I had used, she guessed half a dozen and couldn’t remember and we both started laughing after every miss. When I finally gave in and told her the right one, I could see the sparks fly in her eyes and she INSTANTLY remembered all the details. Hmm, the second time that day an AC girl had ‘special’ memories of a room?

Mila was SUPER-affectionate, but I was already worried about doing ONLY repeats on this trip, and she didn’t look as good to me as she had the LAST time, and I thought her looks quite iffy THEN. She had lost a lot of the weight she had put on after her baby, but a lot of that weight had disappeared from her tits too, which for me was VERY disappointing. Her complexion problem also jumped out at me, whereas the last time her sample BJ in the CR had blinded me! With her now having small tits, it was easy to say no, but she’d still almost ASSAULT ME every time I’d run into her on Santos during my stay in AC.

I left Atravel on Santos with instructions to send a message when he was ready to barhop that night, and I headed to Fields to have a look at the early opening bars there, knowing that I’d have to eventually end up at Flaca’s bar, Voodoo. I went to Welcome Inn first, as it was always the first to open, and like always on my previous trip, I was completely underwhelmed by the talent and energy level there.

With Flaca texting me every 3 minutes or so, I figured I should at least make an appearance at Voodoo, and sure enough she was onstage as I walked in. I completely lit up when I saw her (she looked GOOD!) and walked over to the end of the stage to greet her while it seemed like the whole bar yelled “HI PORKER” as I crossed the tiny room. I realize it’s these girls’ jobs to entertain customers, but it’s touches like these that make some bars memorable and others just DUMPS (see Welcome Inn comments above). Anyway, I gave the still skinny but a LITTLE better padded Flaca a big bearhug and pulled her down the steps from the stage and she responded with a very NICE kiss. Maybe she missed me after all?

We had a couple of drinks and caught up on some things. She had grown her hair out a little, and was looking even better to me than she had the last time when I found her simply HOT. I had been instantly attracted to her the first time I had seen her on my last trip because she had resembled an old fave of mine from Mexico, but this time she simply looked like an improved version of herself to me, wearing the added 4-5 lbs. or so very well, I thought, and her longer hair looked GREAT. Flaca was extremely attentive and affectionate, and I was damned happy to be there with her.

But something I consciously wanted to avoid with ANY of my barfines was any obligation to entertain them during prime barhopping hours with Epi and the boys. In this regard, while it was quite tempting to immediately barfine Flaca and take her back to the room and ‘honeymoon’, my mind was also racing about other commitments and sleeping arrangements when doing the math about the circumstances surrounding a barfine with her that night and how things would shake out for the rest of my trip. I was HAPPY with Airport Girl and commited to staying with her that night again. But as I had already decided to do that morning, I could easily get a second room and install Flaca in that one!

When we worked out the logistics that I’d be barhopping that night with friends (including her BESTEST amigo Epi!) and would pick her up towards the end of her shift, I added getting a second room to the afternoon’s agenda. I had thought well ahead on this one, and had made a reservation at the Hotel Hana, which was a HIKE from the main action area (or more precisely, a trike ride), but when trying to juggle two ‘wives’ having some physical distance separating them was probably a good thing! Or so I thought…

Getting the second room would have to wait, however, as some rather urgent other ‘business’ had ‘popped up’ while Flaca had been wriggling on my lap and rubbing her GREAT little ass on the sweet spot. Despite the fact that I now had TWO dates for that evening, my dick was telling me it was time to be fed NOW. I decided that I’d pay another visit to Santos and see if I could avoid Mila this time and find anything I liked better.

But as I paid up (including Flaca’s barfine) and left Voodoo, I saw the Dirty Duck sign next door and fondly remembered some of the fun times I had had in the afternoons there on my last trip. And my DICK fondly remembered MITCH and wanted VERY badly to go see if she might still be around. I quickly scanned the room for her as I walked in the door and didn’t see her immediately, but I DID see her sister, who’s cute and tiny, and she immediately accosted me to get me seated and get me a drink. Of course SHE wanted one too!

I really liked the sister and was glad that she remembered me, but I was DYING to know about MITCH. I did wait until she had her drink and had her little ass plopped on the sweet spot before I said anything, but she ended up beating me to it. “You went with my sister last time, didn’t you”? Uh, ‘yeah. Where is she?’ She smiled and said, ‘Oh, she is waitress now’, and pointed over to a corner in the back of the bar and motioned her over! Holy shit! She was THERE!

Mitch hurried over when summoned, and her sister went to fetch her a drink (they don’t exactly take things slow at the Dirty Duck!). Of course Mitch immediately asked me about D’ARTAGNAN, which I kind of laughed about but made me want to strangle her!!! Jeez, just cuz the guy looked like a teen idol in the Philippines! When I told her he had been hit by a bus and would never be mongering again she regained a little focus and decided to ask where I was staying!

I told her the Central Park, which always got a REALLY quizzical reaction from the girls until it was explained that it was the old Chicago Park Hotel, whereby they’d instantly nod recognition before crinkling up their face and thinking how crappy the place was. A small explanation that it’s all new now and ‘nice’ would generally be good enough to get them to say ‘let’s go see’, but it was funny because almost EVERY girl had the exact same reaction!

It took NO coaxing from Mitch to convince me to barfine her, I just had a small desire to not seem too anxious. But by the end of her drink (her sister pretty much gulped her drink and took off to leave us alone) the barfine was paid and (trying to avoid parading her in front of Flaca’s bar!) I told her to meet me in the lobby of the hotel after she changed (she had on street clothes under her waitress uniform), and not to take longer than 2 minutes.

Sure enough two minutes later she appeared and we were strolling past the lobby crowd (the owners/managers seemed to always be there during the day!) at Central Park and ascending the stairway to HEAVEN!

Now I remembered Mitch having a GREAT body from last time, and I had stared at her pics many a time since and cursed the fact that I was TERRIBLE using the camera last time and didn’t get a good shot of her. But seeing her again as she took off her top and bra simply reminded me how INCREDIBLE her body really is. Her tits are not huge, but they ARE huge for her FRAME, and due to her youth (she was 18 the first time I went with her) they are inSANELY firm and just appear NUBILE and RIPE.

While I am a LITTLE better with the camera now (which I whipped out the moment we got inside the room! I wasn’t going to blow it this time if I could help it!), her impatience with pics was similar to the last time, and I didn’t want to spoil any moods before boom boom time. I did manage to get a few shots with her top off before she headed into the shower. One last plea, though, ended up getting me perhaps my favorite pic I’ve ever taken as she ended up propping her leg against the wall and spreading herself open for me and the camera! NICE, BABY!!! Believeme, I stared at that one a few times while she seemed to take forever in the shower!

I showered in record time, however, and pretty soon we were both lying naked atop the covers and I was almost DRIPPING with anticipation of what the benevolent deity above was about to bestow upon my dick. While Mitch hadn’t sucked for very long the last time, I remembered thinking she had been fairly competent at it. And this time was no different: She gave it a few good slurps that felt REALLY good, and then decided it was time for boom boom!

I tried to pull her on top, but she kind of winced a little and said it looked too big for that. She was apparently smartening up a LITTLE over time, but feeling her exTREME snugness as she crawled on top and the shaft IMMEDIATELY hitting the top of the elevator last time was something I STILL wake up with morning wood dreaming about! That simply HAD to be repeated. “Oh, It’s OK” I said, or something else equally dismissive, as I kept positioning her on top of the pole. Finally she sighed and grabbed ahold and took one for the team and lined it up and sat down and MAN, to coin a phrase, it was DÉJÀ VU ALL OVER AGAIN!!! This chick was TIGHT!

It took a good bit of time to be able to work more than half of my cock inside of her, and I’m not even sure where the extra room could have come from. Maybe her cervix expands inward when enough pressure is applied? But soon enough she was bouncing up and down and slapping my balls with her crotch on the downstroke. Plainly and simply, this was HEAVEN. Well, well, WELL worth the long journey and the expense of the trip.

As good as this felt, though, I wanted to feel that snugness in doggie as well, an experience that would be very well augmented by seeing her perfect little ass bucking against me while watching her PERFECT tits in the extremely well aligned wall mirror positioned right at the foot of the bed. Hmmm, I wonder why I never banged girls facing the headboard?

Unfortunately doggie didn’t last too awfully long, though, because she complained that it hurt, and as I felt the exTREME friction in her tunnel as I tried to dig another chunk out, I certainly believed her. I also figured that a position change would make for a longer screwing session, so I said what the hell, I’ll take it ‘easy’ on her and bang away missionary.

This was obviously uncomfortable for her as well, but quite confident in the sturdiness of the human body, this time I wasn’t too concerned about (permanently, anyway) dislodging anything internally! And when she started opening her eyes and asking ‘u feeneesh’ a la my all-time FAVORITE Mexican street girls, I decided that giving her the full ‘whap, whap, whap’ treatment with dick pounding and balls slapping was in order. Of course I was already on sensory overload with her, so the hard pounding actually DID bring me to finish very quickly, and man did my balls ever exPLODE when I hit the back wall for the last time and just held it until everything was fully released.

Probably quite relieved that she had survived the carnage, Mitch just laid there sighing slightly as I gasped for air and summoned the strength to prop myself up and pry myself off of her. Of course I’d have to wait several moments to let the swelling subside so I could un-corkscrew my KNOT out of her tiny little box too. While (or maybe BECAUSE OF?) there was absolutely NO emotional involvement with Mitch, which was highly unusual for me with most Angeles girls I had been with to that point, I think the short times with her got me hotter than I had been with any other girl in Asia. A session with her was just pure short-time porno FUCKING, and while she whined a little about the pounding she was taking, I think that added to the enjoyment too, adding a slight grudge fuck element. While being with a sexy girlfriend is GREAT, FUCKING a WHORE is lot of fun too!

After more showers and while getting dressed Mitch started inquiring about extra compensation, like 100 pesos trike fare (where did she think she was going, Manila? I reminded her that the Dirty Duck was less than 100 yards away!), then the chips from the basket atop the fridge that all the AC hotels conveniently offer up to your impulsive barfines, then the candy bars inside the fridge when I offered her some ‘water’ for her long journey back to the bar. I did end up giving her some candy I had brought with me, and told her to give some to her sister too.

With the afternoon short time exTREMELY satisfyingly accomplished, I packed my smaller bag with the stuff I’d need for the night and headed out to get a trike to the Hotel Hana to set up my second hotel room.

I had made a reservation at the Hotel Hana several months previous when I was planning my trip as a budget accomodation that would tide me over in case everything else was already booked or possibly come in handy as a cheap second room option. I had originally requested a room for 750 pesos (exchange rate was 55-1 during my trip, so less than 14 bucks), but had been informed by email that the only room they had available was going to be 890 pesos. I kept the reservation, but figured I’d only end up using the room in a situation like I ended up in, needing a second room for the night.

Check-in at the Hotel Hana was no problem, and as I had no idea how things with Flaca would end up, I ended up booking the room for a week (though I also had a reservation a couple days later at the Apartelle Royal above Camelot that had been booked before Epi had suggested the Central Park). No discussion was made about the room rate, and I simply assumed it would be 890 pesos, or 16 bucks a night.

And the room I was shown to was probably not worth a penny more. It was painted a tacky green, had a cold stone tile floor, spartan furnishings besides the TV, small bathroom, ugly bed covering, etc. So these were the BUDGET accomodations in AC, huh? Still, for 16 bucks, I didn’t really know what more I was expecting. After dropping off my bag I did go and check out the pool area, and as Blazers had reported here before and as it looked on their website, the pool area looked nice.

Back inside I inquired about their supposed free shuttle service back to Fields, and was told that the manager could drop me in the van whenever he was around. He was outside with the armed security guard at the time and said ‘let’s go’ when I asked for a ride back to Fields. All of my dealings with the staff at Hotel Hana ended up being extremely pleasant, and they seemed quite eager to please. I’d still recommend the place for a CHEAP room or as a second overnight room in a pinch, but I can’t imagine staying in the cheap rooms like that for an entire vacation stay. Splurge a little and you can get a much nicer room at Central Park or Apartelle Royal or stay in a decent room with a pool at a better hotel.

My room at Hotel Hana ended up actually being one of the 750 peso rooms, not 890 like I though when checking in, and I never saw the other rooms there, so there may be better rooms available there for a little more money and I might be judging them unfairly. And like I have already said, what exactly would you expect for 14 bucks a night besides a pretty basic room?

I texted Epi on my way back towards the hotel and he said he was at the barber’s on Santos and said come on over. As I was pretty much desperately in need of a haircut, having not had it cut since I left AC the last time in July, I figured that it was as good as time as any to have it done. Epi had already had his hair cut and was having a shave when I walked in, and it was good to see Romey the barber again – a REALLY good guy. My haircut followed and didn’t take long despite the fact that Romey uses actual scissors to cut hair instead of the HEDGE CLIPPERS used these days in many other parts of the world. And the price simply could NOT be beat anywhere in the world: One buck plus a small tip. Simply incredible.

Dinner was on the agenda after that as evening was approaching, and I told Epi that I had heard good things about the new Hole in the Wall Restaurant that was right there on Santos, with entrances on both the Santos side and the side that fronted our hotel. He said he was up for trying it, and I can’t overestimate how much I ended up enjoying this place. The food was merely DECENT there, but decent is actually GOOD for Angeles, and the prices were damned reasonable.

Hole in the Wall is located right next to the totally dead Secrets and Spanxx bars, but HITW always seemed to have a decent number of people hanging out inside and they had a new pool table if you’re into that sort of thing. One thing that made Hole in the Wall interesting is they had extremely flirtatious waitresses, almost on the order of actual bargirls, though I’m pretty sure they can’t be barfined but were available for ladies drinks. They weren’t at all GORGEOUS, but several were decent looking after a few rum and cokes!

On the first night there Epi and I split some nachos that were 1000% better than Kokomoz try at a pretty simple concoction, with quality cheese and real jalapenos, and I had a decent hamburger. I had heard raves about the 18 oz. And 36 oz. Porterhouse steaks which we would try a couple days later, but they were a bit chewier than you’d expect back home. The price was EXCELLENT however, with 300 pesos for an 18 oz. Steak being dirt frickin’ cheap. The little pizza we tried to split one night was TERRIBLE.

After dinner it was time for barhopping and Atravel said he was ready to head out as well, so the three of us ended up heading to Cambodia together to begin the evening. Cambodia was one of my favorite places on my last trip, and while the dancer lineup was quite a bit depleted from what I remember the last time, there still seemed to usually be a decent number of girls present in a rather small bar, and the girls attitudes were generally upbeat and fun.

Epi, of course, the fun MASTER found maybe the funnest girl in town (forever immortalized in the pics of I am Sancho) to torture the first thing through the door, and I alternated between believing that the chick was gonna DIE laughing or DIE from Epi turning her into a pretzel and then SITTING ON HER! At one point I was SURE she was injured and headed for the cops/hospital, and she was NOT happy with Epi, but a 100 peso handshake by him and suddenly she was the energizer bunny again! Amazing how far a few pesos goes in Angeles.

As they have a TON of waitresses in Cambodia, and hardly ever enough customers to actually wait on, we ended up with 3-4 waitresses hanging around us and watching the Epi show, well, and grazing on the peanut/banana chips buffet that Epi usually throws on the table. This had the potential to be annoying, but they were actually really cool and not at all pushy about anything and basically just started chatting with me because they didn’t have anything better to do, as Atravel was just watching the Epi show for the first time with mouth hanging open!

As the waitresses were sweet and ladies drinks are pretty damned cheap in Angeles (125 pesos, I believe at Cambodia, about $2.25), and I was grateful that they had been friendly and completely non-pushy, I offered to buy a couple of the waitresses a drink. One of them was SORT OF cute, and I ended up finding her kind of sexy with looks that grew on me. And when I ended up breaking through a little bit of her shyness and had her ass grinding on the sweet spot, my appreciation GREW, as her ass was very well padded in all the right places and I had a GREAT time squeezing it. If there had been a short time room onsite, I probably would have impulse bought and took her in the back and pounded her for a few precious minutes. But as time was ticking towards my date with Flaca I thought twice because I wanted to save ‘load’. And it wasn’t THAT hard to pass because the chick had a mole on her face (which has always been a ‘no go’ for me in the past), was wearing that hideous white makeup that many PI girls favor, and it was kind of a turnoff that she was as tall as I was, which combined with some padding on her made for a BIG girl.

I ended up pawning the other (less attractive) waitress off on Atravel, and he got a little bugged when she wouldn’t leave his lap even after he refused to buy her a second drink! Sorry, man! We ended up voting with our feet and leaving abruptly when I saw one of the mamasans throw a peanut at Epi’s girl to tell her to order another drink, something she got upset about, and it ended up biting HER in the ass, not the mamasan. Epi, the mildest mannered WILD MAN that ever existed actually got a little hot when I informed him about that one, and he vowed to NEVER do anything nice for that mamasan again. Ahh, the shortsighted Filipina!

I split up with the guys shortly after that as I didn’t want to visit Camelot as I was hoping to keep my ‘relationship’ with Airport Girl completely separate from the bar (and at her suggestion!). I ended up at Insomnia solo instead and had a decent time there waiting until it would be time to go pick up Flaca and head back to the Hotel Hana. The lineup at Insomnia was probably just average, but the girls were quite entertaining and I got a lot of attention by sitting at the bar, my preferred spot in a bar that I don’t already know some of the girls. At some bars you get a LOT of attention by doing this, at others the girls look annoyed when you look at them too hard and don’t call them down off the stage (Champagne and Geckos fit this bill on the last trip). Some of the girls at Insomnia got VERY playful, and a girl that had big tits had a little fun flashing them for me.

As Flaca texted me a couple of times to see what I was up to and I actually WAS excited about seeing her, I picked her up a little early and after I asked her if she wanted to do anything before we hit the bed, she said NO, let’s go to your room, and into one of the waiting trikes in front of Kokomoz we jumped and were on our way. While trike prices are almost surely negotiable and girls and locals pay a lot less than the inflated foreigner prices, I always simply gave the driver the 50 pesos that every trike driver had always quoted to me when I asked and avoided any hint at a problem.

After parading Flaca into the hotel and through the lobby, I was VERY happy to throw her little body on the bed and start enjoying it. As she had been in the bar that afternoon, she was VERY affectionate, and pretty soon we were screwing pretty energetically, and there was no hint at any of the resistance to full penetration that had caused a problem with her the last time and had led to me not finishing with her over a span of so many sessions that it had really fucked with my head. I got slightly nervous about THAT rearing its ugly head again this time with her as we screwed for a good 20 minutes and 4-5 position changes, but she fucked back and acted like she enjoyed it, and when I started pounding extra hard to try and finish, she kept taking it like a trooper. After FINALLY blowing a load inside her, I pretty much just collapsed on top of her in comPLETE satisfaction with my chest HEAVING trying to catch my breath. Flaca merely held on for dear life and tried to get me to gush compliments on her performance, which had indeed been remarkable.

After some hosing off by both of us and I doled out Flaca’s CHEAP CHEAP Xmas gifts, we ended up curled up together on the bed, and Flaca started engaging in her favorite past time with me – CHANNEL SURFING! Some of my fatigue caught up with me and I dozed off a little bit while she was watching an endless stream of CRAPPY ASS Filipino movies. If I hadn’t still been wearing contacts which irritated my eyes and she hadn’t been watching TV with the volume on, I might have actually gotten some sleep with her! As I had a date for 3 AM with Airport Girl it’s probably a good thing that I DIDN’T fall asleep, though!

My plans of having Flaca passed out asleep well before my time to meet up with AG didn’t work at all, though, as she was apparently quite happy watching TV. I told her that it was still early and I was going out barhopping again, and invited her to come hang out with Epi and me, but she declined and said she would just stay there (THANKFULLY! I don’t know what I would’ve done if she had said YES!). I told her I would also stay and watch the NFL games from the States and be back very late too, and she had no reaction. I felt REALLY guilty about leaving her wide awake there in the room so I asked if she was hungry and so unlike Airport Girl she said YES and luckily it was still possible to get room service at Hotel Hana at 2 AM. Chicken nuggets and fries looked decent, and like most food in AC was certainly cheap enough. That and a bottle of water from the fridge seemed to make her pretty damned happy, and I told her I’d be back in a few hours as she was still eating (and after taking a pic as she looked so adorable covered in a sheet with the tray propped on her lap!).

The security guard outside blew a whistle to summon a trike as the trike mafia that generally hung out across the street had apparently called it a night. As my room faced that direction, it seemed pretty likely that those were the guys that had been setting off SUPER loud explosive devices much of the night. And this a full 3 nights beFORE New Year’s Eve! I was NOT looking forward to things getting CRAZIER as New Year’s approached.

I made it back to the Central Park about 10 minutes to 3 and headed to the bar to wait. Talking to one of the extremely friendly (and generally CUTE!) waitresses who generally have very little to do at that time of night helped pass the time. Airport Girl ended up sending me my first text of the evening asking if I was still expecting her. Of course, I said, and she was there shortly after Camelot’s 3 AM closing time. We went upstairs and fooled around a bit before she disappeared into the shower and I followed up when she was done. Then it was monkey love time, and as always up to that point, the sex with AG was, as a friend in Texas likes to say, ‘zesty’!

Looking back on the day’s events in the bed department, the trifecta I ended up pulling off with Mitch, Flaca and Airport Girl was probably my all-time peak as far as hotties go. Mitch has a simply inCREDIBLE body, Flaca is a beautiful girl with a body that amazes me, and while Airport Girl’s tits had begun a slight sag that hadn’t been there in July, she still simply OOZED sexiness. While I like doing new girls as much as the next guy, this day of doing my AC ‘Greatest Hits’ was an incredible high.

I laid there for a bit with AG after we cleaned up, but as I was kind of afraid of falling asleep and not making it back to Flaca and feeling like I wanted to do something with AG besides fuck and cuddle, I told her I was going to watch football and that she was coming with me. While it was very early Monday morning in the PI, it was the middle of Sunday afternoon in the States, and I wanted to watch the games from the last week of the regular season as several playoff spots were still up for grabs.

I had heard good things about a sports bar in AC being in the upstairs area of Sub Delicious, the place where I had tried a jumbo pizza slice the night before. Sub Delicious was literally just around the corner and we were soon heading up the streetside spiral staircase to get to the upper level. And the place was indeed quite nice inside, if a little dark for my taste.

The place was pretty empty of customers when we arrived except for a group of very attractive girls in street clothes sitting around drinking with young Filipino guys. I was dying to know if these were off duty bargirls, but I ended up not being able to form an opinion. I certainly had never seen them before.

While the place was nominally a sports bar and there were indeed plenty of TV screens around, including a big projection screen, there was no sports to be seen on any of the screens, simply some HBO movie that the bartender apparently liked. I asked the waitress to put football on in the ‘sports bar’ and she said OK, and then disappeared. Football didn’t appear.

A guy I recognized as a bar manager that likes to spam another AC message board with propaganda for his projects walked in and took a seat at the bar, and I went over to him to introduce myself after complaining about no football being on even after I made a request. The bartender started flipping channels and sure enough found NFL football… The tape of the previous night’s game was being re-broadcast! I was pretty incredulous that there was no live football to be seen and the bar manager told me that regular cable was the norm in every bar (same as hotel rooms…), that there was almost NO satellite TV in Angeles, and that the Armed Forces Network was the only way to get most NFL games live and that the VFW was about the only place that had that available. While I found that difficult to believe, this was, after all, the PHILIPPINES, and I tried to remind myself that things didn’t have to make SENSE!

I ended up waaay over-stretching my stomach by ordering Sub Delicious’ bacon cheeseburger combo for 200 pesos, and it was probably the BIGGEST damned burger that I have ever had, with a huge bun to match. It was the size of a football helmet! And pretty damned tasty. AG had mango juice and claimed she had been snacking all night while at work. Uh huh.

Finally about 6 AM we headed back to the room at Central Park and stripped down for sleepy time. I laid there entwined with AG for a half hour or so until I thought she was asleep, thinking about heading back to Flaca. But of course my stirring woke her, and I had to tell her I that I couldn’t sleep AGAIN and was going out to use the internet. This got no reaction from her and she just huddled under the covers as I dressed and got ready to head back to the Hotel Hana. I felt guilty about leaving her like that, just as I had felt guilty about leaving Flaca several hours before. I actually I loved spending the night with BOTH of those girls, and wish I didn’t have to choose between them.

Flaca was asleep with the TV on and the AC off when I arrived at the room sometime before 7 AM as daylight was already creeping through the curtained window. I quickly undressed and crawled into bed with her, and pretty soon she was draped all over me. I popped a half of a vitamin V pill and laid there waiting for the lag time to expire so I could get in round two with Flaca. It had already been a pretty busy day/night!

Eventually my constant stirring and caressing of her body led to Flaca waking up, and of course that led to us screwing again shortly thereafter. The V helped a tired ‘Lil Porker put her through her paces, and Flaca again seemed to be actually be enjoying things. Some more extended pounding got me off with her for the second time in a row, and I was beginning to think that I was going to have one HELLUVA time choosing between Flaca and Airport Girl to see who was going to end up dominating nights as my main bedmate. Less than three hours later that morning issues had emerged with BOTH of them that would end up quite unexpectedly making me a free agent. And I wasn’t sure if I liked that or NOT!

Photo: Waitress 25
Photos: Barhop 26 27
Photos: Flaca 28 31
Photos: Mitch 32 33 34 35 36 38 39

My god, Porker, you like things complicated. Reading this is almost like watching a soap opera. LOL

I have repeated with maybe six working girls in my mongering career. You did half that in one day!

BTW, I really like Mitch's nipples. Yessiree, they stand up and salute, just like they all should.

Murasakiwhohasaverybignipplefetish

subtitles for pic Flaca 02 :"Poker, did you get Penile implants?"

Murasaki, I wouldn't say I LIKE it that way, it was indeed kind of a pain in the ass, and I would recommend for all of you reading this NOT to try this at home. Grow some balls and tell the girls they gotta take turns.

Mitch indeed has some mighty amazing tits.

DJ, good caption! And no, I just took those magic pills!

Porker, great continued report, as always.

That's the problem with limited vacation time - you want to make every SECOND count.

That's why Brazil isn't in the cards for me right now. It might be the greatest place on earth for some, but I know how great Thailand is and I don't want to risk a week anywhere else. It's not the money, just the time.

AC is a bit rough around the edges, but it still has its charm. I think Size 15 would have lasted longer if he started in AC before Bangkok.

When checking out the talent in AC, I thought the talent level was fine. Once you get to Thailand though, the difference really hits you. So having just come from Thailand, his view was already skewed.

Looking forward to the rest of the adventure.