I actually went to Nero’s first to say hi to a friend, but she wasn’t around, and the place was pretty dead (compared to what I remember from past trips), so I didn’t stay long, just downed the first of many drinks that night and headed to Cambodia, the site of many good times on previous barhops with Epimetheus, who wouldn’t be joining me on this trip (or so I thought).
A bit surprisingly a waitress from my last trip remembered me and as it’s always nice to be remembered, it wasn’t too much hassle to get her a drink as there is simply an ARMY of waitresses at Cambodia. I posted a pic of this waitress in my last report, and I came close to pulling the trigger on a barfine and doing her the last time as she had a nice meaty ass that I finally got her to grind on the sweet spot and bring Mr. Happy to life – and Mr. Happy can be very persuasive at times. But the combo of having smallish tits, CAKED on white make-up and a big mole on her face (I’m sorry, the mole on the face thing is something I personally just can’t see past) led me to decline. This time it seemed like pulling teeth to get her to sit on the sweet spot – she actually told me ‘later’, so I told HER later and paid and left. While it’s nice to be remembered, it’s NOT nice to get any sort of crap from bargirls or be branded as some sort of exclusive property in a bar with the talent that I saw at Cambodia on this trip.
My next stop was Bedrock, a bar that definitely lacks the hottie % of other bars. But there’s definitely something to be said for being the only customer in a small bar packed with girls in AC, and it didn’t take but a few seconds to be swarmed by several waitresses as I took a seat in one of the booths that may be closer to the stage than just about any bar in AC.
A waitress settled in on either side of me, and of course I had to check to see if the chocolate colored one was still a milk factory for the bowling ball she had in her belly the first time I had met her last summer. She wasn’t (damn!), and her tits had shriveled back to just BIG so I then turned my attention to the REALLY BIG chested girl on my right and told her I’d trade her a lady’s drink for her bra on the table. An easy decision, and pretty soon I’m pawing big, meaty border-line D cups (my faves), drinking ice cold San Miguel Light like it was water, and watching the girls onstage flit about and try and get my attention.
A peanut vendor soon entered, and as I was still the only guy in the bar, headed straight for the internationally famous philanthropist known here as Porker. A scoop of peanuts (banana chips, green peas, etc) goes for 20 pesos, and I forgot the deal that Epimetheus usually hooked up with the dude, so I just told him ask the girls onstage what they want and I’d buy 100 pesos worth. And while the Bedrock girls probably shouldn’t have been encouraged to further neglect their waistlines, buying those little tokens of appreciation got me TRIPLE the attention that I got before. Pretty soon I had the camera whipped out and had girls running after me all over the bar asking me to take their pics.
Like I said, there are no raving beauties at Bedrock, but there also aren’t many I’d send away if they were here between my legs as I’m typing this report.
After I’d gone through several beers and my massive sweater-meat bearing friend hadn’t even touched hers, the thought of barfining her and starting the trip with a quick bang occurred to me, but after an extremely quick interview she didn’t seem super excited by the prospect, so I decided to drown my sorrows (haha) at a half-dozen other bars.
Unfortunately, drinking on an empty stomach (and with almost ZERO sleep on the looong trip over) doesn’t do much for my memory of the bars I hit that night, but I DO remember getting quite drunk and being quite happy knowing that a full two weeks of wash, rinse, REPEAT was staring me in the face.
For those that have never been there, describing Post-Philippines Depression (PPD) is rather useless, but the bottom line is that you go from having the time of your life with a town full of thousands of young bargirls clamoring for your attention in a tropical locale and no cares in the world except who (or HOW MANY) to fuck that night/share your bed and where to eat/drink, to going back to what seems like the most mundane existence in the universe filled with alarm clocks and WORK and lots of people saying ‘hi, how was your vacation?’ all the damned time. While your head and heart are STILL there and your body clock is all fucked up and you’d do ANYTHING to have some tight little brown-assed honey next to you to coo in your ear and curl up with in bed. If you’re anything like me, you spend hours on video chat and email and chikka text messenger (and sites like CH) trying to put a band-aid on the massive HOLE in your soul and start planning the next trip.
But I also can’t really beGIN to describe how happy I was to be in AC that first night. It was simply GREAT to be back in PARADISE.
And I was pretty much a free agent at that point as well. While I had been in almost constant contact with Airport Girl since I had left the last time, things had luckily tapered off a bit in the week or so before I was due to leave, and I had been deliberately vague with her about my exact arrival date in both the PI and AC. She had even given me almost carte blanche to totally igNORE HER by telling me she had met a guy through a chat site that she was serious about, and wasn’t sure if she could even sneak around town to see me because the guy supposedly had lots of friends in AC.
Ahh, my Baby had found a money ko!!! Breaks my heart… REALLY!!! To the kind German dude dumb enough to send money to a girl in AC, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for subsidizing my trip because when money ran low at the end of my trip, fucking your ‘fiancee’ every night for free really helped out! Oh, and holding your relationship over her head bought me instant ‘Holier than thou’ status whenever she started the ‘you don’t like me because you have too many girls’ bullshit that in the past had created endless drama. Yes, indeed, I was the right man, in the right place, at the perfect time on this trip, and it was a total blast.
I almost didn’t take advantage of my free agent status my first night in town, though, as after getting pretty blitzed barhopping and BS’ing with the girls onstage, I realized that it was almost 3 AM and I hadn’t really even conSIDERED picking a girl yet! Lol, it was like I went to AC and ‘forgot’ to get laid!!! And with the clock ticking on that evening and bar closings imminent (only a handful of bars are open after 3 AM, though the ones that ARE are fairly lively), I wondered for a moment if I wasn’t going to end my first evening in paradise strolling down a deserted Santos street at 5 AM trying to find Ms. Right Now to take this trip’s cherry.
But almost immediately upon entering Brown Sugar at about 3:15 I knew that I would have no trouble finding willing company. The stage was still packed with dancers (with a second wave waiting in the bullpen to replace the first crew. Brown Sugar doesn’t skimp on the honeys!), and taking a stageside seat got me a LOT of attention from some amazingly energetic girls for that time of night.
One girl in particular, however, seemed to really be into ME, and while I was drunk, I wasn’t STUPID and could see that her body was simply AWESOME. She had rather tiny little tits, but they were 20 year old tiny little tits that pointed straight at the sky, and the only fat on this little chick’s body was in her tight little ass. Spinner deluxe, COME ON DOWN!!!
Brown Sugar girl got REALLY happy when I asked her down for a drink and was soon bouncing around all over my lap and then turning and laughing at my amazement over my good fortune. She was ALL youthful energy and apparently quite happy to give it all to me. I had gone from wondering if I might end my first night ALONE to JACKPOT in the span of 15 minutes! As soon as we started full-on making out in the bar there was no need for interviewing, and if I thought she was excited beFORE I brought up the subject of paying her barfine, she went BALLISTIC after that. I have NO frickin’ idea what that girl saw in me that night or others on my trip, but she made it clear almost immediately that she really, REALLY liked me.
But all my dumb, drunken ass knew at the time was that there was chemistry at work, and it was time to get to the ‘lab’ to stir the mix! And to put it mildly, ‘BS’ (as she would end up typing after her name in my phone directory) rocked my WORLD in the room. Mish, Doggie, Froggie, BS was all over it and seemed to be always demanding MORE. I’d write all the blow by blow if I could remember it, but since I don’t particularly remember all the details, I’ll just wrap it up by saying that ‘I think I got my money’s worth!!!’.
And again an hour later.
And again in the morning.
After the morning round, though, it all hit home that I needed to get REALLY busy if I was going to put together a hospitality committee to meet PI cherry boy MongerX (a very old friend from my TJ days, and who will always be on my list of the world’s nicest guys) . While caught up in the barhopping the night before, I had not only neglected to find a girl for mySELF for the night until the last minute, I had comPLETELY neglected interviewing potential girls to go meet HIM the next day, despite spending several hours back home before my trip wondering who I might be able to get to form the perfect welcoming party for him.
Of course upon arrival in Manila the day before I was SO tired that I had pretty much decided that I was going to have to cancel a NAIA run for the next day and just kick back in AC and REST instead of taking up pretty much the whole day to go meet him. I mean despite severe excitement and anticipation at possible returning the favor that Epimetheus so graciously set up for me to say ‘Mabuhay’ on MY cherry trip a mere 9 months previous, TIRED-ASS PORKER, already stung by a BORING-ASS DATE the day before in Manila did NOT want to get up early and go back through traffic to/from Manila again.
But I still wanted to send some girls with the van that was going to NAIA to pick him up, and fate actually intervened to make this possible, as MX had emailed me on Friday that his flight had been pushed back and the van wouldn’t be leaving until 2 PM instead of noon. This was a GODSEND as far as trying to find a welcome party for him goes, because at least there were a few hours to hit some early opening bars to interview or to WAKE SOME GIRLS UP by calling their phones – something that can be almost impossible in AC before noon with some girls.
I agonized (for 10 seconds, anyway!) over whether to keep BS around and maybe seek her help as far as finding girls to go to meet MX, but decided that having her around wasn’t conducive to SLEEP later that afternoon after my search was completed, I was leery of getting tied down with a girl (no matter how incredible she was) so early in my trip, and also didn’t want to just accept her blind recommendations for a welcome party, especially since her bar closed so late and it’d be damned hard to get girls up that early. So I told her what the deal was, and she only pouted a little bit as she headed off to the shower. 200 pesos was left under her purse as a seVERELY small token of my gratitude for having been such a great date on my first night. After kissing her bye-bye, I hit the shower and headed out to do the AM ‘find a girl’ scramble. MX, dude, look at BS’s pics and appreciate the sacrifice I made for YOU that day, my friend! Kicking her out was a severely unnatural act.
The first stop was downstairs from my room at Kokomoz to Voodoo, the earliest opening bar in the Fields vicinity (well, other than Santos, which never really closes. Or opens, for that matter…). And for a Saturday morning at 11 AM, I guess I shouldn’t complain, as there were a handful of dancers and a HOT waitress there. I had been barhopping before with the hottest dancer there at the time, a cute older girl that was an ex-fave’s best friend, but she was drinking with a customer as I walked in and VERY uncharacteristically didn’t even look in my direction despite not having seen me in months, so I pretty much knew the score with her, at least at that moment.
Too bad too, as she would have been a good choice for MX’s welcome, though I would have been worried that there would somehow end up being strings attached to Flaca (her friend), that I had tried VERY hard to avoid on this trip. I was also unsure as to how she’d be in the sack, as while I’d seen pics of her posted, I’d never heard reports as to how she performed. And the one thing that MX had made clear about the opening selection was that attitude ruled uber alles. The Voodoo chick was long on sweetness, but the jury was definitely out as to her sluttiness.
There was also a rather STUNNING waitress that I had never seen before that made my tongue fall out of my mouth, but she was ALSO apparently heavily involved with a customer at the time. I figured I’d sit there in Voodoo and enjoy the A/C (it was already steamy hot in Angeles in April before noon) and see if she might become available, though again worried about possible performance issues. MX was expecting a NYMPHO (or 2…), and this chick was so hot she probably had tons of guys happy just to lick her feet!
Her customer knew a good thing when he saw it, though, and ended up making me give up on waiting when food for both of them from outside at Kokomoz was delivered into the bar. While disappointed that I wasn’t able to hook anything up for my mission at Voodoo that morning, I was a bit nostalgic for good times had there on my last trip, with a hottie draped all over me, soaking up some drinks and A/C, ordering in food and living the good life Angeles style. That this was now available as AM entertainment with the bar opening so early made me excited about good times to come on this trip.
I had a bit of a hassle getting a drink, though. I was pretty thirsty after a night of drinking, and was REALLY craving a bottle of orange soda, like every other hotel except Mo’z stocked in their mini-fridge. So I clearly ordered a BOTTLE of orange soda, no ice please. Instead of being told they didn’t have any bottles of orange soda, I got some mix of stuff that looked like TANG, some soda water and it all mixed together in a glass of ice! Still severely happy to be in paradise, I just started laughing when the waitress brought it, reminded her that I had asked for NO ICE and then repeated my request for a bottle of soda – maybe they had them outside at Kokomoz? Again, no response, but she did come back with the Tang stuff and the soda water separated, and a glass of ice on the side! Still scratching my head and telling myself that ‘You’re in the Philippines now, dude’ and reminding myself that it kind of takes a RETARD to order orange soda in a go-go bar, I experimented with the mix for a minute or so, then guzzled the stuff, paid and headed back to my room to try and wake up some bargirls via cellphone.
Sending a half dozen texts didn’t get any immediate replies, and as noon was approaching and I didn’t want to resort to sending old faves if I didn’t have to, I headed down to Welcome Inn to see if there was any talent that would do the trick for the trip to NAIA. I had also decided that I wasn’t as tired as I thought, and that I’d be going to NAIA to greet MX myself with the girls after all. Presuming I could actually FIND ANY GIRLS, that is, and at the time I wasn’t very confident that I’d be able to.
Welcome Inn was a place that I’d always checked out on previous trips because it opened at NOON, but had always had really BAD times there that left me with severely negative opinions about the place. I’d sit stageside and order a drink and try and BS a little with the handful of girls doing one of the least impressive AC shuffles (the girls in Angeles are famous for not actually DANCING, but rather just listlessly moving their feet) I’ve ever seen onstage, and they’d almost FROWN in response and stare into space. Then head to sit down at the back of the stage to eat.
THEN some pushy old broad (presumably a mamasan) would come over and start badgering me about ‘pick one you like’, while I’m thinking FUCK OFF AND GET SOME ENERGY IN THIS FUCKING PLACE! 12-2PM is your ONLY niche in this town, and you’ve got sleepwalking bored-ass dancers apparently counting down to chow time that apparently couldn’t have been scheduled for either 11:45 AM before opening or 3 PM when anyone with a PULSE has headed to far better bars that are now open.’ About the 5th time this EXACT same scene played out for me there, I actually pointed those things out to the grizzled old battle axe, and she just looked at me like I was insane. And then asked me which girl I wanted.
But this time, WOW, there was some actual TALENT. I mean my mouth dropped open a little when I saw half a dozen girls I’d instantly barfine for short time. Ordered a drink and started smiling and flirting a little bit and the cuties onstage actually smiled back! And nobody sitting around with their thumb up their ass! Man, this place was TOTALLY different than I’d EVER seen it before.
As time was REALLY short and it was becoming clear that I either needed to pick someone SOON for the welcome party or start cranking out the calls to recruit, I called the hottest girl onstage down, and she seemed like a very sweet girl – so much so that I had to pop the cherry question (she wasn’t). THAT, however, was NOT what I needed for my mission, and I really didn’t want to go for a total unknown. And she was also just YOUNG – another red flag re: MX’s request that I recruit a quality performer with ‘no hang-ups’. Oh, and one with ID, at least, too, I presumed! Finally I confessed that I was short on time, but that I’d definitely be back that week and might talk to her again.
The NEXT plan was to head back across the street to my room (always firmly concerned about AIR CON!) and make phone calls, hoping to wake the dead, err, uhm, sleeping bargirls who could help me in my quest. And then there was still Santos if I struck out on this end. I doubted I’d find a beauty on Santos, but thought that it would surely be a great way to welcome someone by finding a BJ specialist that might indulge him on the ride home from NAIA!
One of my first calls found its’ target, however: Private Dancer girl who had pretty much RAPED ME on both of my previous trips, and a self-confessed ‘horny girl’. I quickly told her the situation as best I could in slow and broken English to ensure maximum understanding, and then told her I wanted her and a friend to go meet my friend. I had a very specific friend of hers in mind, and I asked for her, and she told me to hold on, she’d check, and to call her back in 2 minutes. OK, Santos could wait 2 more minutes – I still had an hour before I was supposed to meet the van.
When I called back, she said that the friend I asked about wasn’t available. FUCK. I then turned to flying blind mode and asked if she could recommend anyone that I could be SURE my friend would like. She said she knew the perfect girl, and I kind of closed my eyes and thought about it for a split second before deciding to just say ‘OK, I’ll meet her first and can cut her right away if anything’s slightly off and leave him my PD nympho girl as a consolation prize’. I then made sure she understood that I wanted BOTH of them for my friend and that I was not part of the deal. She said sure, sounds great, we go shower na. I told her to HURRY and that I’d meet them both at her bar at 1:30.
On the way out to meet them I ran into AC Mo, the owner of Kokomoz and Voodoo, and explained my plans for the day. He pointed down to the stunner waitress I had seen earlier at Voodoo checking the internet and highly recommended her as MX’s welcome girl, but I mentioned that I was already pretty sure I finally had things covered. Coulda, woulda, shoulda on THAT one might have been interesting as she was a definite hottie.
Well, to make a long story (yeah, I know, too late!), my Private Dancer girl’s friend was a bundle of energy and tits, a little long in the tooth and kind of had a face made for radio, but also OOZED sluttiness. She instantly passed my brief interview, aided greatly by the fact that MY girl that I was going to offer up to MX was a surefire backup plan. While she also was older than the average AC bargirl, she had a ROCK hard ass, beautiful long black hair and mixed true sweetness with incredible passion. And she assured me that there would be no hang-ups or drama about her being with my friend and not me, that she was grateful that I thought of her for the mission.
Met the driver (John) booked through the Apartelle Royal, bought some drinks and snacks, headed back to Private Dancer to pay barfines, went to the boss’s house to get a cooler, got some ice, and hit the road where we made exCELLENT time on the way to NAIA (construction looks to be almost completed on the road to/from AC???) and had an absolute BLAST in the van on the ride down. While I wasn’t about to give my buddy sloppy seconds or anything, totally neglecting the merchandise would have just been rude!!! The bundle of tits got me worked up several times, and of course she would notice me pitching a tent and send me OVERBOARD by rubbing it. STOP THAT!!! Giggles all around. Hahaha.
We ended up having lunch at a nearby mall as we were a good hour early despite having wasted a bunch of time shopping and getting the cooler earlier. Then we hit NAIA’s domestic terminal parking lot to find out that the flight had been delayed a little bit. Time to raid that cooler to kill some time!!!
Ultra-short version: Porker meets long lost amigo MongerX. Porker introduces amigo to welcoming committee. Bundle of Tits makes MX a happy, happy dude. My sure thing nympho girl gets a little weird on the ride home, seems to be worried (or hoping…) I’m jealous if she pays too much attention to my friend (I couldn’t care less and kind of had to chide her to join the sandwich party). I fall asleep in the back for the last half hour of the REALLY quick ride back to AC. MX gets girls to help him ‘un-pack’ in his room at Central Park, while I head to sh-sh-sh and prepare to go barhappy again while fairly confident that the long day’s mission was a success.