My fortunes improved immediately upon touchdown: I struck up a conversation with and attractive woman while disembarking, and by the time we had located our luggage, she was pressing her phone number in my palm and offering to cook dinner for me. I sorted out my seemingly lost luggage and found my hotel in time to visit several of Cebu City’s finest go-go bars. The clubs were not particularly crowded, and the girls were clearly motivated. I’m told that there are fewer punters in Cebu, and the bargirls consequently try harder. Some insist that this provides a more consistent satisfaction index. Since my own small sampling was by no means scientific, I can only observe that Cebu City girls seem on average taller and bustier than those in Manila and AC.

The drill is a bit more like Bangkok than AC: pay the club a bar release and negotiate a gift for the girl. The going rates vary considerably between (and within) clubs, from P700 to 1500 for the former and P500 to 2000 for the latter. Many clubs also have “VIP rooms” where you can complete a ST transaction, again at varying rates. The quid pro quo in the VIP rooms is not as clearly defined as in, say, Rio’s termas or Germany’s FKK clubs, so there is some risk of a misunderstanding for both parties.

In Papillon, one of a cluster of five or six clubs, I met my college girl. She caught my eye as I entered (this is getting to be a habit), tall for a Filipina, slim and buxom and all smiles. We spoke briefly before it was her turn to dance, and that was good, too. She took me through the back to an adjoining sister club that was quieter and darker, where we talked for a while.

I was surprised to learn that College Girl had only been working for six days (yeah, I know, a dubious claim, but her story was corroborated.) She needed to raise money to enroll in college, and her cousin had suggested this job. Not only had she not yet barfined, but she’d already gotten in trouble with management for her naivete: she’d gone to the VIP room with a guy (who she suspected of being Yakuza, no less) and refused to consummate there. She still thought that the VIP room was a more private place to talk.

Now this girl was cute, and she was sweet, and she needed money. But I only had two nights, and was wary that the girl didn’t really understand what she was getting into, and later might not really know what she was doing. So I offered her a choice: If she wanted to spend the night with me, I would pay the barfine and donate P2000 to her tuition fund. If not, I would tip her P1000 merely for the pleasure of her company at the bar, and neither of us would waste any more time or be entangled later in an awkward scene.

She weighed this for just a moment before declaring that she wanted to go with me. And go we did; but on the way to my hotel it dawned on her, seemingly for the first time, that she had some ‘splainin’ to do, Lucy. Y’see, she lived at home, and had proudly announced to her family that she’d landed a new job – as a waitress. Her family, dim on the carnal connection, had been delighted to hear that she had such a fine new job, and understood she’d be working late; but College Girl hadn’t yet confronted the problem of how to justify not coming home at all.

So we stopped discreetly around the corner, and she went to tell Mom that she was staying over with a girlfriend. First she made me promise not to talk to the driver, and was apprehensive that if any of her homeboys or girls saw us, it might blow her cover.

A half hour later, we were in my hotel room. Sadly, though, College Girl’s mission was unfulfilled, since her mother had been busy on the phone with a family emergency; so she split and tried to call from my room. Repeatedly rebuffed by a busy signal, College Girl finally felt compelled to go back and sort things out. She offered to leave her purse and shoes as surety. Now, I didn’t fall off the truck yesterday, but I was kind of enjoying the drama. I told her to wear her shoes and leave the purse.

Enjoying the drama evolved into exasperation as the hours passed, and, needless to say, I couldn’t sleep. The sun was well up by the time my college girl finally arrived. She explained, apologized, all was forgiven, and I played her like a piano. She clearly wasn’t a vet, but her innocent enthusiasm enhanced her charm. Though I didn’t ask, I’d bet she’d had but one or two boyfriends. She appeared to be unfamiliar with the concept of condoms.

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Since she hadn’t slept at all the previous night, College Girl went home for a nap in the afternoon. Not sure whether she had to work that night, she offered to call me at the hotel later to make plans. When she called at 7, the plot thickened: she hesitantly asked for a P1500 loan to help resolve the family emergency, promising that the evening would be on her.

[This space reserved for knowing chuckles and off-color remarks.]

Because (a) she’d, albeit belatedly, kept her promise of the night before, (b) I half believed her story, and (c) P1500 wasn’t much of a gamble, I gave her the money and lay back for the first three hours of uninterrupted sleep I’d had in close to a week.

The phone hadn’t rung by about 10 o’clock, so I stopped in at Papillon, only to learn that College Girl officially had the evening off. I waited back at the hotel until midnight; then, reluctant to squander my last night in town, and thinking that she’d probably show up in the morning again, I opted to check out a few more bars.

So, to make a short story shorter, I spied a shorty (4’9”) at Lone Star. She sidled up, we came to terms, we headed back, a fine time was had; and as she got in the shower the phone rang: my college girl was wondering if I could pick her up. “Sure, in about a half hour - where?” “I’ll just change.” click. Came a knock on the door in minutes flat.

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Both girls were surprised, though the tiny cowgirl took it in stride as she strutted out with but a brief exchange in Cebuano. College Girl, on the other hand, was completely crushed, seemingly not just at betrayal, but as if a fantasy of having found a boyfriend to rescue her had been dashed. I apologized for the awkward situation, but not for my actions, explaining quietly that she had not done what she had promised and had left me no guarantee that I would ever see her again. She acknowledged her mistake, apologized, asked if I wanted her to leave, and cried herself to sleep.

Regardless of the rectitude of my rationale, this was not good. Call me an old softie, but during yet another night with little sleep, I gave much thought to College Girl’s plight. My plan hinged on a qualifying round: if, in the morning, she had given attitude, all bets would have been off; but she was first penitent, then passionate as we made the beast with two backs.

It was clear that this girl was not cut out for this job, and moreover that any money she earned would likely be siphoned off by her family’s demands. So I proposed a grubstake of P5000 (half the total she needed to enroll and buy books) to set up a bank account, into which she would deposit a sizeable portion of her earnings. Stipulations included that nobody else would know about it, and that the money couldn’t be touched for any other purpose, even if, say, her cousin was consumed by…. well, consumption.

She didn’t really say much in reply except to nod her agreement, as tears dropped into her lap. I didn’t ask her report her progress, or even to stay in touch. I didn’t urge her to quit when she had enough money – that would be up to her. I did give her two dozen condoms and a tube of lube, and a clinical explanation of their benefits. I wish I’d warned her not to accept a job offer in Japan.

Many of you are probably having a good chuckle, and I can’t blame you – I’ve not only heard the tales, but have been burned by my fair share of users and sociopaths. As a matter of fact, if all the American friends I’ve ever loaned money suddenly paid me back, I’d have the purchase price of a house in the hinterlands or an around-the-world trip. Even so, I decided long ago that I’d rather err in looking for the good in someone than in looking for the bad. Shrinks & psychobabblists would probably declare me a rescuer or enabler or some other -er, but that’s my world and welcome to it. And, starry-eyed as some might reckon, it’s a far cry from believing that sending a working girl a monthly pension will keep her loyal to you. To me, a less-than-hundred-buck investment is not a bad bet if it might help a girl perceive education as within her grasp rather than just a distant dream. And then maybe she can really help her family.

I was more hard-nosed in AC. Came in quite handy, actually, especially with the squirter.


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Great read Tujunga, I like your writing style and descriptiveness. I've met my share of part-timers living at home with mommy and can relate with your experience 100%; I also tend to prefer the gal that doesn't come across as too professional.

I think many of these Phil bargals went to the same seminar to concoct those "emergencies" to attempt to deprive us softies for money. I hear the usual excuses for money like I'm in the hospital, but here are some good ones I heard:

(1) HK needs to pay a bribe to the other driver after an accident or she'll go to jail.

(2) Fainting spell caused by anemia caused HK to bang her head and she's in the emergency room (included a photo & bandage). Very creative with the props and documentation.

(3) HK got her phone stolen so needs to buy a new phone to call me. I like this one, playing on my hubris.

(4) HK is being imminently evicted from her apartment (or shack) and needs rent money; otherwise HK has to return to Palawan, marry a local boy, and no more pornostar experiences for Merlin. Not to creative this one, but got me concerned.

Proud to say I've not yielded yet to these schemes, and have learned to appreciate the HK's that don't ask for money -- there actually are a few.

Cebu seems a bit more expensive than I thought. I'm curious as to how the quality of the gals were and what your thoughts were about the different p4p venues. I know the few Cebu girls I've come across in AC/Manila were mighty pretty, and I'll probably get out there soon, but inquiring minds want to know.

Merlin -

These two nights comprise the total of my experience in Cebu, but pulchritude was plentiful. The girls seem perhaps taller and generally more buxom on average than in AC. My two were 4'9" and 5'6" - the shorter was as confident and experienced as the taller was naive, yet both were sweet and open.

The reason I went to Cebu City was to meet a friend who had lived around Cebu for a half dozen years, and has since returned there, as well as to Clark / Subic / AC, regularly over the past two decades. As much as he likes AC, he reckons the satisfaction index has been higher for him in Cebu: fewer duds & runners, more consistent enthusiasm, higher interest in being your girlfriend, more college students trying to pick up cash on the side.

To me it seems the main disadvantage is that the scene is less concentrated, and it's not as easy to get your bearings. As with the London Underground, a newbie can easily find his way on Field Ave. The mini-complex of clubs I mentioned, situated adjacent and across the street from each other, are a good starting point in Cebu City, and you can always ask a cabbie.

As for the cons and schemes, I've heard those tales from my more experienced buddy since the 80s, and was certainly credulous. He witnessed much of the College Girl saga, and I welcomed his more objective counsel.

I'll concede the possibility that she could have been clever enough to have concocted her story, but pulling off the whole act qualifies her for Academy consideration. In the end, who knows? It's money I haven't missed that might have done some good.

P.S. Merlin -

Thanks for the compliment. If you can find the time, read my report on the FKK Clubs in Frankfurt. You'll probably be the first on your block.

Tujunga, thanks for the info and also enjoyed your FKK report. Germany is one place I need to check out, but it'll have to wait until the Euro ever comes back down to earth someday.

BTW: keep posting and don't think that people are not reading your reports b/c they don't post a reply. I've long learned that there are many non-active readers on this board.

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Damn the photos of the two girls are extremely cute.

Absolutely cute and confirms for me once again that Cebu is a great venue.

Now, when the hell is the Tiger going to fly there?

I just donated a cellphone so what's a scholarship of two!

I've long wanted to go to the Philippines, but from what I read AC was the place to go. I have also wanted to go to Cebu for it's beauty, not just the P4P scene. Heck, I didn't even know it had one, but I think I'd love to check it out. To bad there aren't more people like you Merlin posting reports on Cebu.

Thanks for the info. I am interested in Cebu b/c it seems like there will be a lot of resort activities available. Where did you stay, how did you like the place?