New Year’s Day 2004, and I woke up a lot earlier than even my usual, 4 AM, and not horny in the least as Rhapsody girl had not let me rest after the first bang right before midnight that night, insisting instead that we KEEP fucking immediately after round one. When I complained about needing some time to recover and at least be able to get it back up, she went down on me to bring it back to full height, but it was still lacking stiffness. My horny girl didn’t much care, and simply stuffed it back inside her anyway and rode for awhile before we’d have to start all over again with her fluffing skills. Amazing.

As I was determined to get some quality rest that night/morning when I woke up prematurely, I took a couple of the over the counter sleeping meds I had brought back with me and went back to lie down. As there was no effect a full half hour later, I decided that maybe having a couple of drinks could make me crash again. So I mixed one and popped open a beer from the fridge, put on my headphones and kind of daydreamed for awhile until a bit of a buzz took effect. Had a couple more drinks, and pretty soon I was completely reLAXED but not in the least SLEEPY. My body does VERY weird things in regards to sleep in Angeles City.

By 6:30 my constant stirring led to Rhapsody girl rolling over, and pretty soon we were having a nice, leisurely morning round, which while lacking the animal passion of the night before, was pretty high quality sex. Rhapsody girl’s tits were kind of bite-sized, but perky, and her ass was rock hard.

After finishing the morning round I sent her on her way with 500 pesos, feeling slightly guilty that I was underpaying her for some damned good sex but still mindful of my time she had wasted with bullshit text games a few nights previous. Besides, she had been some other dude’s barfine the night before, though she insisted that the guy hadn’t fucked ANY of the 9 Rhapsody girls he had barfined for his private party.

I headed downstairs to the bar at Central Park and talked to the very sweet waitresses while downing gin and tonics at the rate of one every 10 minutes (the final count when the breakfast tab came was 11 of them, though I didn’t really feel even slightly SLOPPY after all that drinking. Must have been very weak Gin?). I ended up talking to a frequent tourist from Las Vegas who was quite effusive about his love for AC, and it was very interesting to hear his comments.

I wound up hanging out on Santos before noon, and the pace of that place was very mellow on New Year’s day. I was nominally looking for entertainment, Gin specifically, but when I got to Blue Parrot there was a guy there that said he was also waiting for her and joked that he could ‘pencil me in for 4 PM!’ I thought that was pretty funny.

Just as I was about to settle for a third-tier Santos girl, though, I got a text from Epi saying that he had some freelance visitors in the lobby that he was passing on due to bad timing, but that I might be interested in. I quickly called timeout on the Santos deal and cut through the Hole in the Wall corridor back to the hotel, and when I got there Epi introduced me to two chicks I would have never picked for myself in a million years. One was just kind of UGLY and looked to be in need of an exercise program. The other was a TINY chick that looked to be about 4-9 and 80 lbs. soaking wet. Neither my type, but I gotta admit being tempted by the tiny ones when the mood was right.

Figuring I could at least be polite and talk to them before passing, we retreated to a side sofa in the lobby, and I tried to figure out an excuse for not going with them. But they did their best sales job and told me I could do whatever I wanted with them, and could pay them whatever I wanted. They flinched when I said ‘250 each’, but agreed. I decided to press the issue and asked about anal with the little one, and she simply said ‘we’ll see’ or something like that. While I was pretty skeptical as to whether this was going to be any fun or not, I did keep focusing on Epi’s recommendation implicit in his telling me they were there. I finally decided that at the rate of less than 10 bucks for the whole deal that I wasn’t out much if things went bad, and said ‘aww, WHAT THE HELL’ and decided to try them out upstairs in my room.

Once in the room we all hit the showers separately, and I doled out a few chocolates I had carted with me from the U.S. These girls above any others I had in my room simply LOVED the chocolates and both instantly asked if they could have MORE! Maybe later…

Soon enough we were all on the bed naked together, and the tiny one (the only one I was interested in screwing) clearly assumed the role as ‘boss’ between the two, and directed the much less attractive one to blow me. And as you might expect for a looks-challenged freelancer, the head was EXCELLENT.

The first red flag went up, though, when I asked the tiny one to help her out and suck too. She said that was the other girl’s job, that she was the ‘boom boom girl’. At that point I took an ‘ahh, come ON’ tone, but noted her attitude and wasn’t looking forward to more of it. She did take over the cock sucking chores, though, and also wasn’t half bad.

Soon it was boom boom time, and we shifted around so that I was in the middle of the bed and put the tiny one on top of me. I have always been a tit man, which almost universally means being with bigger framed girls, but I gotta say that I certainly DO see the attraction that many of you have to SPINNERS, and I while she was loose in the belly (from recently having a kid, I’d find out), the little one on my dick would certainly qualify as one. She started a slow grind on my dick, but soon enough she was bucking away and I was holding her by her midsection and lifting her up and slamming her down harder in no time. As she weighed about as much as my backpack, it wasn’t even much of a workout.

She rode me for a good 5 minutes or so, and it felt GREAT, but I wanted to change positions. I REALLY wanted to pound her little body doggie style and watch that tiny ass jiggle while I jammed my tree trunk into it. But little miss bossy mouthy decided that SHE was making the rules and that she ‘didn’t like’ doggie style.

Now while I didn’t believe I was drunk before from drinking heavily for several hours that morning, looking back at my rather substantial overreaction to an admittedly poor attitude, I MUST have been a little blitzed. Because when my little princess told me she ‘didn’t like’ doggie style, I LOST IT.

‘Uh, Who’s the BOSS, here, Princess’?

‘You’.

“Did I ASK you if you LIKED doggie style”?

No.

“Get on your knees”?

No.

“NO???”

OK, then, bye bye.

Get dressed. Goodbye. YOU too!

I was PISSED!!!

You would think that with all my HORRIBLE sessions with glorified blow up dolls with their hands out for all the cash they could wheedle in Mexico would have given me a pretty thick skin as far as getting hookers with attitudes goes, but there is just something severely DIFFERENT about Asia. You ARE in fact the BOSS. It’s pretty much anything goes, and the word NO generally does not exist. And believe me, you assimilate to the system rather quickly. And while I fancy myself a decent guy and a generally warm-hearted ‘john’, the reality was that a refusal of a simple position change request was a substantial breach of contract!

So, of course, I wanted a discount. I told the girls they could have 100 each for their trouble and time, but that they needed to leave. Ms. Mouthy wasn’t having any of THAT, though, and said she was going to the police. I laughed and asked her if she thought that they got involved in disputes between hookers and their clients, and thinking a lot quicker than I did she said that they might when she told them that I had taken ‘bold’ pictures of them. Oops. The little cunt had a point.

Finally better judgement prevailed when it dawned on me that I was having a conniption fit over what amounted to less than SIX BUCKS between the two of them, and if that’s all it took to make them go away happy and avoid any mention of AC’s ‘finest’, it was obviously a cheap option. I flung a few 100’s at each and sent them on their way.

I had a ROCKING good time with two freelancers the previous morning and would have a ROCKING good time with freelancers again after that on this trip, but these little street urchins that I would run into at every turn, seemingly, in the following days left a bad taste in my mouth. While you obviously take your chances with getting a bad attitude with a bar girl as well, getting a freelancer with an attitude just SUCKS. The good news, though, and something I should have been painfully aware of at the time was that they were working for POCKET LINT! So WHAT if they had an attitude when they were screwing for such a pittance? But in my probably drunken state it was much more about principle than the cash.

I finally did crash for a little while that afternoon and slept off any residual effects of alcohol. When I woke up there were several texts from Airport Girl asking about the night before and saying she was sorry about how she had treated me, etc., and I did my best to answer them.

This continued all the way through dinner at Margarita Station (Porky Pig Sandwich with Onion Rings, MMMM!!! The onion rings there are GREAT), and Epi got so disgusted that he GRABBED MY PHONE and announced he was going to trash my Sim card! I thought he was going waaay too far at the time and told him in no uncertain terms to give it BACK, but all in all I may have been better off for it. But the bottom line was that Airport Girl still had quite a hold over me, and I didn’t want to just wash my hands of her. Besides, if my math was correct, if she had started her period on Monday morning, certainly by FRIDAY morning she should be ready, willing and able to be my fuck bunny again without any red river concerns? I set up a date for 11 PM to confirm that for myself.

Beginning the evening barhop was by no means scientific on NY’s night: Since we were walking back down Fields from Margarita Station, we simply walked into the first real bar that we came to, The Club, and Epi immediately started flirting with the first (rather cute!) waitress we saw as we walked in the door. He soon agreed to buy her a drink and we headed for a far booth towards the C.R., and in true Epi style he was all over his girl before they even had a chance to bring her drink, and they were wrestling on the ground when it arrived.

While amusedly watching the Epi antics, I glanced at the stage and saw a decent lineup with one SCREAMING hottie that had a body that all porno dreams are made of. When the waitress brought Epi’s girl’s drink I called for the mamasan and asked if the girl onstage was cherry, and when she said no I asked the mamasan to call her down and the waitress to bring her a drink.

I was only slightly disappointed when she arrived and had a face that looked a lot better from a distance! But her body was simply SMOKING, and her tits were jawdropping proof of God’s existence. They were simply PERFECT. Still a little small for ME, but as she was only 19 years old, they would surely fill out in time!

Perfect Tits and I hit it off pretty well right off the bat while Epi was quickly tiring of ‘his’ girl’s resistance to his grabass games.At the first chance I introduced Ms. Perfect Tits, and he confided that he had noticed her a millisecond after I had seen her onstage and had cursed his luck that I had called her down before he had a chance to trade UP from his princess at the time.

After I had pulled her bra aside and had a few squeezes and sucks of the goodies, I decided to be a team player and drop Ms. Perfect Tits off in Epi’s lap. After all, he was ALWAYS looking after ME, and if I delivered 100 more to him in this fashion, I could never even beGIN to repay him for all the times he has hooked me up in the past with travel perks and/or girls.

And of course Epi quickly fell in LUST to the same degree I had with ‘our’ girl. He headed straight for the chest goodies, and luckily I had the camera on hand to capture the ‘Kodak moments’. We quickly established between ourselves that one of us would be barfining this amazing specimen, and as I was pre-occupied with my impending date with Airport Girl and with some plans for some SERIOUS SEX with her, I graciously bowed out and let Epi do the honors.

You will all have to wait patiently for the inSANE pics Epi took of her once he got her back to the room, but I have included a couple just for posterity doing Hombre’s best to black out Epi from the work of ART. Ms. Perfect Tits was indeed incredible, and despite Epi’s story that she was an average at best session, I am STILL kicking myself that I didn’t nail her to the bed when I had the opportunity. Ahh, maybe she’ll still be around next time?

After Epi took ‘our’ girl to the room, I barhopped solo for awhile and ended up having quite a good time at Bunny Ranch where the cute little doorgirl simply MAULED ME on my way by. The little 4-10ish girl literally JUMPED ON ME and DRAGGED ME into the bar, and it didn’t take much convincing as she was bouncing on my lap to buy her a drink. While I certainly don’t get such a reaction at EVERY bar in AC, or even MOST for that matter, such things happen often enough to make the place a true-life wet dream.

But as door girl was grinding on my lap and kissing me like her life depended on it, I kept noticing a HOTTIE onstage staring at me. I quickly decided to trade up, and did my best to let the doorgirl know where she stood in the grand scheme by asking her about the girl onstage. She said she didn’t know her, but volunteered to call her down, and I quickly agreed.

Bunny Ranch Flaca soon joined us, and my tongue started hanging out as she approached. The girl’s body was simply PERFECT (well, despite her tiny tits!). And her manner of introducing herself was to jam her tongue into my tonsils! DING DING DING DING DING! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!

I got Bunny Ranch Flaca a drink and door girl was noticeably miffed that I was making out with her immediately after I had her bony ass installed on my lap. So, of course, I had to alternately turn and make out with door girl too… Tough job…

Completely GIDDY over how things were going at Bunny Ranch, I got caught up in the wave of endorphins and decided that blow job shots for my two girls would be a good idea. Of course the waitress that took our order decided she wanted one too, so I said the immortal hedonist’s words of ‘SURE, why NOT’, and pretty soon I had three heads bowed with hungry tongues lapping at shot glasses overloaded with whipped cream directly in front of me and wishing I could morph into that little glass for just a minute to enjoy some sensory overload. Oh, and I snapped a couple of pics for all of your enjoyment.

Sadly, though, I had a date with Airport Girl and would have to regretfully pass on Bunny Ranch Flaca that night. And her mouth actually dropped open when I told her that I couldn’t barfine her that night but hopefully would soon. I doubt she had ever been turned down before after she had put on the full court press like that. What can I say, I was temporarily INSANE!

After the fun at Bunny Ranch, I still had twenty minutes or so before my ‘date’, and I popped into Rhapsody on my way back to the hotel just to see what was going on there (and NO, my girl from the night before wasn’t there). I ran into Nabi_Asia there, an old friend from TJ, and he told me about his evening to that point and that he was debating whether or not he even wanted to go and pick up the barfine he had paid for that afternoon at the Sons of Bacchus (SOB) lock-in party at Voodoo, or whether he wanted to search for an upgrade. As I knew Nabi to be a monger of pretty good taste, an knowing the lineup at Voodoo, I had a sneaking suspicion that the ex-wife FLACA was about all that might appeal to him there, and I pressed him for the Voodoo girl’s name. And, of course, as I expected, he said her name was FLACA! Small, SMALL, world!!!

I mentioned that I knew her pretty well, and being the tremendous gentleman that he is, Nabi immediately swore that he wouldn’t go with her because I knew her! I told him that it wasn’t like that at ALL, and that he should go with her as she was an almost guaranteed fun time, but he was still hesitant. I gave her some info on her, told him that she was pretty good at GFE but was BJ averse, and inSISTED that he go back when she was due to get off (in less than 15 minutes, at that point) and to enjoy the ride. He said he’d think about it. Meanwhile, my mind was CHURNING as to what FLACA may have been thinking at that very moment.

I begged Nabi’s leave so that I could go to Voodoo and see what kind of reaction Flaca might have toward me, swearing that I would say nothing about knowing him or in any way prejudice his plans with her for the evening. But predictably, as I walked into Voodoo I was mauled by waitresses and acquaintances who assured me that Flaca wasn’t there at the moment, and they had no idea where she was. “Probably went to see her pamily”, they all echoed. Of course!

For my last act before settling down with the WIFE for the evening I went back to Rhapsody and told Nabi that she must have been hiding in the C.R. when I went to Voodoo, and advised him once again that he shouldn’t pass up the already pre-paid chance to enjoy a cutie with charms like Flaca has. He said he would indeed go on my recommendation and would later report that things had gone exactly as I had predicted they would with her. And Flaca ended up getting even more business out of the exchange, as she ended up back on my radar screen again after I had enjoyed a few blissful days without even thinking about her. I would go see her the next day and hemorrhage cash with her to a degree that I never had before!

As I rounded the corner for the Central Park Hotel I got a text from AG asking where I was, and before I got a chance to text back ‘HERE’, I was in the lobby with her. I invited her to eat, but as always she wasn’t hungry. I asked if she wanted to go barHAPPY and she said all she wanted to go to my room with me. Which obviously was seVEREly easily arranged! So mere seconds after my arrival we were ascending the steps to my room and all was right with the world. Momentarily, anyway.

Etre continue

Photos: Santos Girls 67 68
Photos: Ms Perfect Tits 73 74 75 76
Photos: Bunny Ranch BJ Shots 77 78 79 80 81 82

By the way, the tiny freelancer chick that got booted out for her attitude was the extremely pregnant chick that was the BJ only girl from Epimetheus' recent May 2003 report.

Funny how these girls will be stupid enough to allow a Filipino guy to get them pregnant and then go through the arduous labor of having a baby and the Filipino is nowhere to be found. She then must start working months after her pregnancy and decides to start barebacking again for 250 pisos.....Not preaching, cause I am the worst culprit of them all...just a commentary on how stupid these girls are.

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