I had been deliberately vague with Airport Girl as to my arrival dates, and figured I had at least one night of freedom in AC to fuck around before she at least found out I was in town. But the adventures got to be a lot more interesting when she became quite difficult to track down (supposedly in Manila, and with a Filipino guy answering her phone – got MUCHO ammo out of THAT in our little wars over which of us is the bigger WHORE!!!).
Night one: Arrived on the SEAir flight from MNL and checked into Kokomoz, then hit the bars about 8:30 and got REALLY drunk. Ended up barfining a cutie out of Brown Sugar very late (4 AM?) who pretty much picked ME, or I would have ended up on Santos that night after everywhere else was closed looking for the first lay of my trip. She was a cute little spinner that I was later told by a local that I was lucky to have scored as she had lots of guys supporting her and she didn’t barfine much. Once that night, once in the morning, everything given like her life depended on it, then kicked her out with 200 extra saying I had to go meet a friend in Manila (true, MongerX on his cherry trip) and I had to find his entertainment.
Day/Night two: Got horny messing around with the Private Dancer girls I set MongerX up with, but didn’t end up barfining anybody until midnight, when again, a Confettis girl with HUGE tits pretty much picked me. Again, she delivered like her life depended on it, but it was my mission to go barhopping, and when my waitress at the Club claimed ‘mens’ I headed into Brown Sugar at 4 AM and took the little sweetie from the night before again when she was all over me when I entered the bar. Nice to be remembered!
As I was up for the day early the next morning, gave her the option to eat with me, sleep longer, or go home, she chose to sleep, but then CALLED ME 10 minutes later to tell me that her swimming date with her friends was EARLY that morning and that she had to go. Gave me an excuse not to tip, though she did text several times that afternoon volunteering to come back.
Day/Night three: With TWO cherry boys (MongerX and Harleyguy) in tow enjoying the hell out of just hanging out on Santos all afternoon, I headed to Welcome Inn and grabbed the first girl I interviewed onstage that could produce ID. After promises of a great ‘barhoppy’ that night, took her to the room for some insanely amazing short time. With her being so apparently new to the game (said she was 6 weeks post cherry), I expected the worst, but she actually gave GOOD head and loved playing bouncy bouncy on ‘lil Porker. I wanted to kick her out and try and take a nap, but didn’t have the heart when she curled up next to me and decided she wanted to sleep too. Nap got interrupted by a boner, and you can probably guess the rest.
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Sent her away before dinner time, then got caught in the rain after dinner at the Orchid barbecue (chewy steak, but the owner sent over drinks for the table, a nice touch) which meant barhopping solo after that as the cherry boys headed to their rooms and I started out at Flamingo to avoid the rain.
With the fave still incommunicado, I grabbed another tit queen from Insomnia, a repeat from last trip, which also unexpectedly turned into a double-header when she was in no hurry to leave after round one despite my encouragement that she do so. She asked for trike fare after round two, but I told her that her tip was being let go early for the evening and that she was free to go back to the bar to grab a second customer if she was feeling lucky. She started pouting and asked me ‘what kind of girl I thought she was’. Made it all the sweeter when I walked into Insomnia at 3 AM and saw her being body shotted by some dude!!!
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Uncertain as to whether I wanted to sleep alone or not, I stumbled into Brown Sugar to find out my honey from there had ‘the night off’ (haha),and got drunk enough to grab four girls for a drink at the same time. Ego only slightly bruised when two claimed they were cherry, one claimed mens. And the waitress claimed she never barfined. Two lessons there: If it’s important, ask the required questions ahead of time, and secondly, don’t get so drunk that they won’t want to go with you. It was doubly sweet when Insomnia girl and the body shot dude walked right past me at Sub Delicious at 5:15 when I was having my late night snack of the football sized burger and fries. ‘C how U R’ was never a more appropriate text!
Day/night 4: After yet ANOTHER meal at Margarita Station (I’m a growing boy), took the cherry boys for the world’s shortest jeepney ride to Touch of Class where I fell in love with a skinny hottie onstage with braces and when all vibes seemed right decided to do the deed onsite when I was assured the accomodations were nice and air-con. That was pure BULLSHIT, and the noise from the bar and the constant traffic into the back area was annoying, but the consummation of my ST love affair with the TOC girl made it all worthwhile. She made the decision to ST onsite easy when she told me that she left to go home every night by 9 PM whether barfined or not. Oh well, I guess use of the onsite room was my discount for ST?
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Got drunk and a little depressed that I hadn’t heard from Airport Girl yet despite AMPLE evidence that I was in town (including the ultimate stooping to going to her bar and asking around for her, causing HER to lose much face), and ended up making a bootie call from a previous girl on this trip at 4 AM when the bars were closed and I wanted another round before bedtime. She actually showed up from HOME within 15 minutes, and gave it to me 110% just like the time before. I gave her the option of staying or going back home, and she said she wanted to go be with her kid, but could she check her email first? Sure why not… When that ended up taking 45 minutes (I was watching live beisbol on Mo’s TV AFN feed – VERY cool), I threw her on the bed and she got a little more than she bargained for from the email deal, as it was starting to take me longer and longer to finish.
VERY happy when she finally yanked the second load (and short on CHANGE, DAMMIT!), I ended up giving her a full 1000 for her couple of hours of tiempo libre that she chose to share with me, which could never be construed to be a ‘sneak out’ since the bar was closed when I called her and the girls aren’t slaves, di ba? Even so, I’m sure she took care of the bar in a fit of conscience the next afternoon, as I gave her the full 1K, right? Funny how getting 1K twice from me for short time led her to text me twice as often as every other girl for the rest of my stay…
Day/night 5: Airport Girl finally texted me, saying she had been texting her ass off to me for days while in ‘Manila’ at her ‘auntie’s’. Turns out she had been texting my chikka.com # like a true fool, and said that her phone must have been answered by her ‘cousin’, who didn’t bother to pass on the subsequent texts either. Oops. Anyway, she showed up ASAP with her best friend (that Bahtman ended up barfining when he got to town a few days later), and we proceeded to hang out in the room making out like teenies in between her and her friend’s BS’ing with their chat-kos on the Mo-tel computer in the room.
Eventually, Friend had to go home (aww…), so AG and I got better re-acquainted,and then it was mad monkey-love all afternoon until she volunteered to give me my space to go barhoppy with my friends by going to work and cumming back at 3 AM – the greatest arrangement I can imagine ever making with a girl. She asked that I meet her downstairs at 3 so there would be no hassle as she tried to cum to my room, and I was so excited to see her that I actually did it. Ain’t I a softie???
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She also volunteered to go home again in the morning so I could have my day free, though I got a little suspicious because she was being TOO cooperative and non-clingy. Hmmm. Left her 1K under her purse while she showered and shoved it into her pants pocket when she left it sitting there as she was getting ready to go which led to a 30 minute discussion about how I’d rather be a customer than have her give me shit about being a butterfly. She said she’d cum back and we’d go swimming that afternoon, and it sounded good to me.
Day/night 6: More mad, monkey love that afternoon with AG and things were pretty much PERFECT until she got text happy while I was checking MY email. Told her she had a choice: turn off the phone or go home, then the phone RINGS and she runs into the bathroom to answer it and starts talking in English. INTERESTING. I told her she needed to leave, and she stormed off into the shower. I left 300 under her purse dying to make a point about the difference between stay-over girls and short time freelancers, and of course she stormed off without it when she left.
Went to dinner (the Thai place across from Rick’s, NICE call!) ignoring her constant texts and calls, and MongerX tried to get me to BF a karaoke partner so we could make it a 4-some on what is supposedly his last night in town. I go see Flaca at Voodoo, walk up to her (I’d been friendly with her so far this trip but hadn’t even HINTED at BF’ing so far), asked if she was busy, and when she said NO, asked if she’d like to go sing with us. She said ‘maybe some other night’, so I stormed off, tail between my legs again, and went to get plastered on Red Horse at the Karaoke bar across from Brown Sugar.
AG called again about 14 times while I was listening to my MX butcher Dust in the Wind for the 3rd time that night, and finally I texted her back when she BEGGED me to meet her someplace and tell her she can cum there if she’s that upset and wants to talk. Of course she’ll get busted for leaving work early because it’s in full view of her bar where she already ‘had sick’… Poor baby. I tell her to take a trike and run inside, and fuck if she doesn’t sprint in from a trike 2 minutes later.
No recriminations (yet), just lots of Red Horse, and we stumbled down the street into the Voodoo where I wanna rub Flaca’s nose in my good fortune after she turned me down. Oh MAN was she pissed that I played THIS game, and after starting out by staring daggers she tried to up the ante by making out with the geriatric customer she forsook me for! I just laughed and carried on with my new and former love with no cares in the world about the bridge I had probably just burned forever.
AG and I passed out then had a little talk after the morning round where she told me that the guy from the night before was a FORMER boyfriend, and that she now loved ME. I told her we were same/same and she started crying and swore that it was OK with her that I went with other girls, she just wanted to know I was serious about her. I said ‘yeah, of course I am’, and sent her home. She asked what time she should cum back, and I told her that I was barhoppy that night with friends just arriving from Thailand, and that she could text me later to see what I was up to. Tired of the drama with her, I deliberately left her no money, and she mentioned nothing about it when she left.
Day/Night 7: Well, AG eventually texts me that she’s going to ‘Manila’ that night, and I just roll my eyes and say a little prayer to the gods above thanking them that I’m a free man for the evening. Ex-cherry boy MongerX extends his stay, but wimps out by BF’ing the same girl for the third straight night after he had told her he was going home that day. Of course thy want to do the karaoke thing again, and I say maybe. End up at the SOB aftermath party and remember that a barhoppy partner from there the previous summer was really into that sort of stuff, so BF her and we go find the singing fools and hit the Red Horse again ourselves. We get too drunk to screw that night, but I did manage a morning round before sending her on her way when AG starts texting away. I shut my phone off and go have breakfast with the guys which pisses her off to no end. Oh well.
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Day/Night 8: Finally answer AG’s call, and she cums over for ST in the afternoon, then says she’s not going to work because she needs to ‘talk’ to the ex-BF that night. She says she’ll cum over later, and I tell her don’t bother, I want to have fun with my friends. End up at Blue Nile low on pesos at 3 AM, and have a little BF adventure where mamasan eventually tells me to only pay barshare and take care of the girl later because the C-note I went to get wasn’t exchangeable, acoording to the Blue Nile cashier.
Lovely (Blue Nile girl) is the hottest I think I have ever had in AC (despite having NO tits), but was very much the cold fish in bed and not even a covered BJ. Extended DATY, and she was DELICIOUS, but couldn’t even get her to so much as grind her HIPS she was so NOT in to things. Still managed two rounds with her before she said she preferred to sleep at her Stay-In in the morning, and we set off together to exchange the 1996 c-note they wouldn’t take at Blue Nile the night before.
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She got an extra 200 out of the deal for doing me the favor of not demanding the full BF the night before, but I HATED to tip her because she was such a dud in bed. I had a lot better luck having the girls pick me than trying to land the trophy girl, a lesson I learned a long time previous, but sometimes beauty stands up and slaps you in the face at totally the WRONG time and you make a bad pick. But all in all, I could certainly have done a LOT worse for my 1200 pesos. Of course she ended up sending random texts to me the rest of my stay, so maybe we had a different idea of what happened that night we spent together. Or maybe she had never gotten a tip before, who knows?
