It was so hot in my room that chocolate melted. The workmen grappled with the ancient aircon unit, finally ripping it out of the wall and replacing it with a previously owned model of somewhat more recent vintage. I ventured up Field(s) Ave to secure accommodations for my last night in town at the relatively new Euro Tour Hotel International & Trading Corp., located above Chow King and Filipino Travel Center near the supermarket. Meanwhile, Kokomo’s travel agency attempted to confirm my forthcoming flight to Taiwan with Eva Air, to no avail – the airline’s office closes at noon on Saturday.

Aircon was restored just as the PA soundcheck commenced while a bevy of lasses splashed and giggled in the pool. This is why I like Central Park. Still, I got a bit of rest before it was time to set out for the evening’s entertainment.

Though I find it more enjoyable to barhop with a friend, a night on my own in AC was far from an unpleasant prospect, and I was in high spirits despite chronic lack of sleep. From across the street I noticed someone scurrying into Misty’s. I couldn’t see her face, but her gait and demeanor were familiar. Sure enough, it was a girl I’d enjoyed a couple of times last August who had briefly gone back home to Samar. So amazing did she find the coincidence of our encounter that she was stunned speechless, a decidedly novel state for this lively lass. Turns out she’d hooked up with a foreign guy and was scheduled to move to his country soon. She was now the faithful girlfriend - no more dancing or barfining – and worked the door only. Truth be told, she was always the one-guy type, but that’s another story.

Movin’ on down the avenue, I was reminded that I don’t particularly like the layout at Blue Nile – the dancers are too far away, and not at all involved with the clientele – so I trudged upstairs to the Executive annex. It reeked of too much smoke and too much money changing hands, but I had my eye on an especially tall and slender beauty dancing atop a tiny table. When she finished her shift, I asked her to sit with me. We soon found ourselves a booth and awash in sales pitches: drinks?/tequila?/shooters?…. it reminded me, unfavorably, of Black in Buenos Aires, or a strip joint in Honolulu, where your money is flayed from your wallet like strips of skin from your back. But most bargirls do seem to enjoy tequila (or what passes for it in RP), so why not grease the wheels?

Except these wheels were wired. This stunning young creature did deign to answer, albeit monosyllabically, to the usual pleasantries, but she extended neither effort nor encouragement. I strained to draw her out until it dawned on me to ask (sometimes I’m a little slow on the uptake) if she might perhaps be ----- cherry girl?

And indeed she was, and had been so designated for less than a week. Someone oughta explain to these girls that just being pretty isn’t enough. Or maybe it is enough for certain clientele, but I elected to take my business elsewhere.

A couple of names were tucked in my pocket for backup, but the whole Blue Nile experience had left a bad taste, so when a perky sprite in dingy and deserted Bananitas pulled down her pants, leapt from the stage and animatedly described what she and her girlfriend wanted to do to me, I knew I’d found just what the doctor ordered to cure my ills. I told them I’d be back in 15, explaining that I had to buy a drink for the fellow who’d found me a room, and the little one pouted, “Boolah boolah!” Abject apologies abounded when I did indeed return, and off we all went.

These two loved the computer in the room, each quickly checking her e-mail. The little one squealed with delight at each snapshot, trying new poses and inveigling her friend to join in.

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As for the action, let’s just say that all mouths were put through their paces, and the little one proved to be a squirter. Considerable three-way interplay led to alternating one-on-one, and, hilariously, whoever was on break would jump in the shower, thinking she was through for the night. Please accept my assurance that each had more than one shower, and, allowing that there is no accounting for taste (more on this concept in my FKK Frankfurt: Germany report), one was cuter but the other was better.

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After posing for a few more pix, they wanted to go, and that was fine with me – down and dirty had filled the bill, and I was actually able to get a few hours of sleep tucked in between the evening band and the morning din.



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You have a very good eye for picking filipina cuties.

Sounds like you had a couple of runners...typical for the new AC but at least they gave you your money's worth before they departed.