But I also like big cities and felt a little deprived about not seeing more of Manila. I had had a great opportunity the night before, but ended up spending my entire night at LA Café. In the end, though, the siren call of Angeles won out, and I decided to head there by plane that afternoon, preferably on the earlier Asian Spirit flight instead of waiting around for the SEAir flight at 6 PM.
A little sub-plot that had been developing before this trip was my long-distance correspondence with a Filipina penpal that had begun the previous fall after I had met her brother in law on my first Asia flight and he had given her my email address. I had met her briefly for lunch on my trip a few months before, which had led her to proclaim her undying love for me (despite ZERO apparent chemistry during our meeting) and she ended up seeming more than a little bit psycho.
But we had continued corresponding, and I’ll freely admit to using her for several weeks following my spring trip to pass time online and put a band aid on the always bad case of Post-Philippines Depression, or PPD. As my trip loomed I had deliberately scaled waaaay back on my contact with her so she wouldn’t interfere with my mongering plans in any way. But I had also been wrestling with whether or not I should meet her again and/or fuck the living shit out of her.
I had generally decided against contacting her while in the PI, but in a moment of extreme weakness and stupidity I texted her that morning and told her that I was on my way to AC but had a gift for her (I actually did) and wanted to come by her office to drop it off. This turned out to be a huge mistake as her office ended up being in Pasig, and she said it would take me at least an hour to get there. This quickly became a no go, as I fully intended to be on the Asian Spirit flight early that afternoon and couldn’t do that AND spend 2 hours RT in a cab. Manila Psycho was exceedingly GEEKED to hear from me, and BEGGED me to stick around Manila so she could see me again. I told her I didn’t think it was possible, and severely regretted contacting her at all. She sent texts with pangs of anguish all morning and had the phone ringing so much I had to turn it off. Too bad she’s like that, as I genuinely enjoy chatting with her sometimes, and if she was halfway NORMAL I would have been happy to bone her already.
That disaster unfurled, I went down to get a taxi to the domestic terminal to buy my ticket to AC. The taxis on the little access road that runs in front of the Heritage and Copacabana were very reluctant to use their meters and OOZED ‘you’re a dumb tourist’ attitude in the process. It took me a couple of tries to get one that would use the meter, and as I’d suspected the day before when I got gouged on the ride to the hotel, the trip to the airport cost me about a dollar via the meter.
Arriving at the Asian Spirit terminal, I was informed that they weren’t flying to Angeles that day. I knew they didn’t fly 7 days a week, but their schedule ended up being different than what had been listed on the ‘net. This wasn’t too big of a deal, as I simply walked down to the SEAir ticketing office and bought a ticket for their 6 PM flight. At a cost of less than 1000 pesos with all taxes and fees included, this was by FAR the best way to travel to AC from Manila, as the 30 minute flight beats the hell out sitting in traffic in Manila on the way to AC.
But I now had the day in Manila to kill. Gee, what to do… Hungry, thirsty and HORNY, it wasn’t a difficult decision to head back to LA Café, as I knew it was open 24 hours and had a reputation for having freelancer girls available at all hours of the day. In hindsight, I should have definitely got a room in Ermita, as commuting from Pasay City wasn’t at ALL convenient.
On the way to LA Café I had a brain fart aGAIN re: Manila Psycho and actually answered one of her texts and told her my flight was later than I thought. The flurry of phone calls started again, and she insisted she wanted to come meet me before my flight at a place next to the airport where we’d hung out on my previous trip. My battery ended up dying while talking to her, though, and I stopped well short of inviting her to meet me before the conversation ended and my phone stayed blissfully switched off for the next several hours.
LA Café during the weekday morning hours certainly seemed a lot more mellow! There were NO customers in there when I arrived about 10:30 AM, and probably 8-9 girls sitting around looking bored. Many appeared to be of the almost TOO young but hardcore freelancer type that tend to troll the streets around the Orchid Inn in AC.
I ended up being quite the center of attention, and within 5 minutes three separate groups of girls had come over to pester me. A couple looked halfway doable, but they were VERY rough around the edges, with prominent tattoos and smoking up a storm. My defense mechanism was to start in on talks of 3-holing for 300 pesos as my name was Cheap Charlie, and most scurried back to their corners and let me enjoy my morning beer.
The LAST group to approach me, though, included a leader who looked pretty damned attractive, spoke good English, and could tell right away when I was joking around with her. She actually managed to stay long enough to sit and talk with me for 10 minutes, and the more I looked at her, the more turned on I got. After fending off the trolls who attacked right after my arrival, I was on exTREME skank alert, but even I eventually figured out that this girl was HOT!
Her name was Cathy and she said she was 19 and had a kid. She claimed that she’d only recently returned to Manila and had worked before as a dancer at one of the EDSA bars. Conversation eventually turned to negotiation, and my goal was to get short time with her for less than 1000. There was also some ambiguity as to whether she’d suck dick. Her reluctance to promise this got me fixated on it and made me want her BAD. But I told her what the deal I had in mind was and ordered another beer.
We went back and forth about price for a bit, she was hanging firm at 1000 pesos. I told her that was twice the amount AC girls got for ALL NIGHT, but she replied that this wan’t AC, as we both well knew. Finally I caved and said 1000 pesos for the whole afternoon with a swimming interlude between rounds and there had BETTER be a BJ on the menu, and she got very happy and said ‘let’s go’. It didn’t turn out to be that simple, however, as her little street urchin-esque friend didn’t want to be left alone.
The friend was TINY and looked too young, but she swore up and down she was 19 though had no ID to prove it. I told her that my hotel wouldn’t let her in without ID, thinking that would solve the problem, but they then both volunteered to go home and change and get bathing suits and get the friend’s ID. I balked. The friend said she really wanted to go swimming and promised there would be no problems. Against my better judgement I said OK, but only if she brought back ID. The girls got REALLY happy as they sprinted for the door and swore they’d be back in less than 5 minutes.
Of course it was more like 15, and I was getting hungry and thinking of bailing. But sure enough, they returned with bathing suits already on under their clothes, ID in hand. Oh, and with a THIRD chick with them that hadn’t been there before! This chick was a lot older (and thicker!) than they were – no need to check HER ID – and had BIG tits. At that point I figured ‘the more, the merrier’, but I made it clear that I wasn’t paying them anything, they were just along for the ride. We piled into a cab, and I spent the whole ride back to Copacabana lecherously groping the chubby chick’s tits., which gave her a seVERE prune face! Nobody rides for free, baby!
Copacabana didn’t say anything to me as I paraded three girls through the lobby to the elevator, and I was glad that my room was so big when we got there. The TV got turned on while the girls took turns in the bathroom changing and I got hit up about a dozen times to give them mini bar items. I did spring for a coke to split between the three of them. Ain’t I nice?
Soon enough the hangers-on were ready to go swimming, and I shooed them away and told them we’d join them later. I was happy to finally be getting down to business with Cathy instead of directing traffic with the entourage. And man, if I was excited about her looks with her street clothes on in the bar, I got UBERexcited when I the clothes came off. She was VERY hot, and I almost had to pinch myself to believe that I had found her among such trolls at LA Café.
Things got hot and heavy with her almost immediately on the bed, and I had to consciously slow things down so I could take advantage of our agreement that she’d suck dick. And the visual from watching her bobbing on my cock was almost better than the FEEL. Unfortunately Cathy was militantly opposed to pics and I was too hot for her to insist.
She was so hot and I was so well-primed that it didn’t take long for me to blow a load and put a stop to my BLISS. Her apparent passion throughout didn’t help in that regard. After the premature end to round one, I was more than a little bummed her friends had come along, as I REALLY wanted a second chance to enjoy that girl and her friends were sure to get in the way. And sure enough, with my load purged, she got all excited about going swimming.
We headed down to the pool and it was actually fun playing around in the pool with the three Filipinas. I still managed to corner Cathy several times for some making out, and got rock hard each time in the process. But not only were her friends standing in the way of another round on the mattress, the clock was ticking as well. Check out time was 1 PM, and it was close to 12:30 by the time we got to the pool. Plane ticket to AC in hand, I wasn’t about to pay 1600 pesos for another night at the Copa just to do a short time, and I wasn’t confident in the hotel being liberal about extending me a late checkout time after the pool attendant came up to me and said I had to pay an extra 100 pesos per guest over the one that I was allowed.
I read him the riot act, asking where the sign was informing of that policy and why the hotel had not informed me about that upon checking in or when I brought my guests through the lobby? He scurried away saying he’d check with the front desk, but I didn’t see him again before I herded everyone up and headed back to the room to change and check out. Of course there was no mention of any extra fees at the front desk when I checked out.
I put the girls to work carrying my luggage, and damned if they didn’t do it with a smile! The quickly formed plan was that I would accompany them back to LA Café because I was now REALLY hungry, before coming back to the Copa to fetch my bags on the way to the airport. I think the Copa charged me 50 pesos or something to keep the bags. Other than the incident with the pool guy trying to scam me, my experience at the Copacabana was very positive, and I was happy with my brief stay. The building is old and the place is a little run down, but the room was BIG, the location excellent, and it was a pretty good value at less than 30 bucks a night.
We didn’t make it back to the LA Café because the girls said they wanted to go to the mall a few blocks away instead. I invited Cathy to eat with me, and when she suggested Jollibee (The PI’s signature version of fast food), I felt generous and offered to buy the other two lunch as well, knowing that it would cost me less than 10 bucks to feed all of us. I love the Philippines!
At lunch Cathy started getting a little clingy and was pressing me about my plans for later. I had originally told her that I was on a 5 week vacation, and she asked if she could stay with me longer. She said she’d be very happy with 1000 pesos a day, a little ironic in light of our rather extended negotiations at LA Café a few hours earlier. I told her that wasn’t possible, that I was headed to Angeles where there were thousands of girls, but did get her number in case I ended up with more time in Manila.
I bought a new (cheap Chinese made knockoff) battery for my phone at the mall, and finally turned it on again to find a slew of messages from Manila Psycho. I had blissfully forgotten about her. The phone soon rang, and she was PISSED, saying she had been waiting for me at the place near the airport for an hour! I told her about my phone problem and that I hadn’t received any of her messages informing me that she was leaving work to come meet me and she quickly calmed down. Though having done NOTHING wrong, I did feel bad that she was sitting there waiting for me, and told her that I’d go back to the hotel and get my bags and meet her as soon as I could.
Traffic wasn’t bad yet that mid-afternoon, and I met Manila Psycho with about an hour to kill before I had to go board the plane to AC. Our meeting was much like our first one where she sat there almost completely silent, and I was just wondering what the HELL was up with this chick! She had a LOT to say when we were chatting, and had already texted up a storm that day. As I had to do all the talking, I pretty honestly laid my cards on the table with her, saying that while I was happy to see her I was in the PI to find and penetrate as many girls as possible and that she didn’t mix with those plans as she was a friend and not a fuck toy. I encouraged her to not bother me during my trip, and she assured me she’d respect my wishes. Luckily she did, and she claimed to be incredibly happy just to be able to see me and talk with me and thanked me profusely for calling her.
That completely self-inflicted nightmare apparently ended, I headed to check in for the SEAir flight to AC. I told a little fib at the counter that I had arranged with a guy named Ken to not have to worry about overweight luggage as I was connecting from an international flight that day. They asked to see my ticket, and I continued the lie and said I didn’t have it, but it had been the AM China Air flight from Taipei. Luckily they let it go, as I have had to pay close to 400 pesos before for overweight luggage on SEAir, which means the trip isn’t nearly as economical compared to a car service.
It turned out to be a big joke, anyway, as there were only 3 people on the friggin’ flight! I got a nice power nap all the way to AC, and there was more comedy when the guys at Clark Field wanted to check my luggage stubs! Not exactly much chance for a screw up when there are 3 people on the plane, now is there?
SEAir offers a free shuttle to Fields area hotels if you request it in advance, and luckily the other guys had. As they were also staying at Central Park it made for an extremely convenient delivery to my hotel’s doorstep. SEAir got an A+ for me this time around, and I hope they continue to offer service between Clark and NAIA.
Walking into Central Park got me a VIP welcome, with people crawling out of the woodwork to come say hi. It has been said before, and I’ll say it again – the staff at the Central Park Hotel are inCREDIBLY friendly. Your 25 bucks a night gets you a decent room in a great location in the middle of the action, but the REAL benefit is the VIP treatment that is bestowed upon you there. It’s almost WEIRD how nice those people are, and it’s certainly not just standard customer service. Can anyone imagine what it would be like to have Central Park-style service at a place like Hotel Cascadas in TJ?
The hospitality didn’t end with just warm greetings. A waitress I had quite the crush on from previous trips was soon delivering a ‘welcome drink’ to my room and for a split second I thought I might have a letter to Penthouse moment in the cards. Keep dreaming, Porker! It was nice to say a quiet hello to her, though, and the welcome drink was a nice touch and instantly reminded me of why I love Angeles so much – the constant sensation that I’m ON VACATION! My own personal version of Fantasy Island.
After several days of bouncing around it was nice to be able to unpack some things and settle in a bit in my new home for the next couple weeks. As I got cleaned up to go out and see the sights, I began to get really excited about what my time in AC had in store for me this time around. I was almost completely unattached as my last contact with Airport Girl had been her saying that if I wanted to butterfly that she would prefer not to see me except maybe for one night. Sounded good to me! I love that girl to death, but I don’t like the idea of hurting her, nor is it possible for me to be happy with one girl monopolizing my bed and giving me shit about other girls. Well, in Asia, anyway! I’d actually KILL to have some 20 year old hottie like that HERE!
Free agency was a good thing in AC, and I resolved to take full advantage of the freedom while I was there. I was going to be a he-man monger with a 12 hour time limit with any girl being my limit. Numbers, man, NUMBERS!
Of course my free agency on night one lasted all of about 90 seconds! I swear I barfined the first girl I even SAW in AC this trip! How pathetic is THAT?
She started calling out to me as I reached the corner of Real Street coming from Central Park. The doorgirl at Confettis. When I smiled in her direction she went into hysTERICS and RAN over to grab me and pull me into the bar! Confettis girl was borderline cute, but certainly no great beauty. But her sheer enthusiasm got me a little caught up in her energy, and without even a chance to look around inside Confettis she was on my lap and gyrating. DRINK PLEASE!!!
We were making out moments after THAT, and it didn’t take long for me to discover that she had some chunk in her bra. Hands and mouth both thoroughly enjoyed her large B’s for a good half hour right there in the bar, and I don’t think either one of us even got a chance to sip our drinks before I was calling out to pay her barfine. InSANE monkey love followed for a good 2 hours back in my room, and it was one of the greatest sexual experiences I’ve had in my mongering career. I know I arrived in AC horny, but this girl just oozed something that made me even hornier for her. It was like we were INSTANTLY connected and everything she did pleased me to an incredible degree. If I had been more attracted to her I would have fallen instantly in love, but luckily for me she wasn’t much more than average looking, meaning that when purged of all bodily fluids normal thinking quickly returned.
I was happily married for the night, however, and as it was still early after our first marathon boning fest, it was time to head out and do something. We walked down to the recently remodeled and expanded JJ’s market and loaded up on supplies for the room. You know, the essentials – cheap ass bottles of local rum and gin, all the red horse beer the girl could carry, duplicates of all items in the mini bar, chocolate and pringles to even further loosen up bargirls – a cornucopia of whorist room delights. I think the damage ran close to 10 bucks for about 2 weeks supplies! I LOVE AC!!!
Next up was a little barhopping, and we headed to Blue Fox as I hoped to run into my pal Ilaw there. Sure enough he was there with an entourage like always, and it was extremely fun to hang out with him and watch the frenzy he created in the bar. I think Ilaw ended up doing something extremely weird and staying faithful to his new Thai girlfriend during his entire trip to AC, but from what I saw, the boy sure did enjoy his barhopping with former bargirl acquaintances and a group of chat girl friends. In AC it’s almost hard NOT to create an entourage of hotties to follow you around.
Confettis girl started making out with me at Blue Fox, and pretty soon I had to call time out to take her back to the room to fuck her again. I left her in the room after that when I went back out barhopping, and she was perfectly happy to stay with her can of pringles, cellphone and the remote.
I met up with Ilaw again and decided to tempt fate in possibly running into Airport Girl by heading to Camelot. Luckily she wasn’t there, but I did run into Rose, a girl who had been with Epi in my greeting party at the airport a year earlier, and one drink got her to put on a little show with a friend of hers.
I don’t recall hitting too many other bars that night, but I DO recall the late night and morning session with Confettis girl before I sent her off the next day. I think the girl put a spell on me that night or something because the attraction to her sure wore off quickly. But my GOD what an awesome fucking night I had with her!
That this experience would be duplicated almost every night of my trip in AC STILL has me shaking my head as to how insanely amazing that place is.