After an early morning romp with Ms. Sexy Hips that I’d grabbed late the night before, we laid in bed and talked quite a bit. My suspicions from the night before that she was quite different from most bar girls I had met in Asia were well reinforced during that conversation. And her English was excellent having had some college and being hooked up with an Aussie ATM boyfriend for 4 years, supposedly the only guy she had ever been intimate with before a handful of barfines in her “month” working on Central Fields.

At some point that morning I started deliberately backing off talking too much with her because it was beginning to scare me to like a barfine that much above and beyond her sexual skills. I resolved that whatever happened that day, I was NOT going to barfine her again that night, as consecutive barfines in AC have a way of turning up the drama factor as well as making it harder and harder for me personally to WANT to get rid of the girl who is treating me so very well in order to do what is good and proper, seek out and fuck as many other girls as possible during my short time in town.

Eventually Phoenixguy called and said he was heading out for breakfast, and after a third round we actually made it out to join him at Kokomoz. It was Phxguy’s last day, and it was fun hanging out with him over a leisurely breakfast as always. My date was very low maintenance and seemed happy to let us BS amongst ourselves without involving herself in the conversation. She looked absolutely adorable to me, however, as she played with her food. Again, my attraction to her was getting to be beyond my comfort level with a rent-a-date.

We did part in a very hassle free manner after heading back to the hotel after breakfast, and I thought that as long as I stuck to my plan of not seeing her again that night that I everything would be fine. I was actually pretty excited about seeing what I could find next for that night, as when you’re on a good streak with bargirls there, there is just a HIGH that goes with it when you find that as great as last night’s barfine was, the next one around the corner can be just as good. And I was 2/2 so far this trip, despite picking what was leftover on stage at 2 AM.

Phxguy had some time left that afternoon before he had to head to MNL to catch his flight, and we headed out to Nifty’s sometime close to 1 PM. As I’ve reported before in the Asia chat section, I did not at ALL have a good time at Nifty’s that day. When we arrived they were technically open, but there were only a couple of girls there and Phxguy quickly struck up a conversation with the only one under 150 lbs.

The two rhinos left tried to ensure I wasn’t lonely, but I was in no mood to buy ugly cousin drinks just to keep myself from being bored silly. And my refusal to buy them drinks apparently pissed them off. Pissed them off to the point that one of them started hollering into the back “Mami, Change D customer!” Sorry, but politely saying NO to buying a drink when you’re THE available customer in the bar is not a very good idea.

By the time the girls did start arriving and finally hitting the stage I was thoroughly bored and just wanted to leave. And seeing the lineup there did nothing to inspire me. With Baby now apparently ‘retired’ and Maravic not there that day (yet?), the lineup was severely underwhelming. Well, besides the girls Phxguy was already talking to!

Eventually he decided to move on and we headed back towards Fields to Stampede. Stampede had 2 shifts of 12-15 dancers, which was more than enough to fill their stage. The lineup there was pretty good, I thought, and it’s always fun BS’ing with the girls onstage there, though I’ve never taken things much further than that there.

Phxguy hooked up for some pre-departure in room entertainment, so I was left alone at that point and decided to head back to the room for a nap. It had been a looooong trip over, and after getting 3-4 hours of sleep the first two nights in town, as usual, on the 3rd day fatigue really hit me.

Originally intending to only sleep for a couple hours, I woke up after dark and still feeling very lazy. I figured a couple of drinks would wake me up, but I didn’t really feel up to barhopping solo (Silent Bob was still around but in major sleep catch-up mode himself), which requires a certain amount of energy that I didn’t have.

I ended up heading to JJ’s market for some supplies for the room, something I usually try to do my first day in town, but hadn’t managed to do yet. On the way back with several big cans of Pringles, some bottles of water, a 30 cent bottle of local rhum and a rather impressive collection of mixers, I ran into a HUGE titted tattooed freelancer on Real St. that I had banged the previous summer. After several sessions with Ms. Sexy Hips that morning and my general fatigue, I wasn’t all that horny at the time, but knowing the GREATNESS that girl had in her bra and knowing the PRICE TAG got me damned excited about getting her the 100 feet or so back to my room when I saw her!

There have been reports on other boards cautioning about dealing with AC freelancers, especially the ones trolling the streets looking for customers. And I think that anyone that isn’t at least WARY of potential problems with them is a fool. Their reputation is of being unclean, disease-ridden, druggies, scammers, if not THIEVES and then there’s the fact that they usually don’t have any ID on them – something that makes one ripe for a scam with local corrupt police accomplices often lurking nearby. Usually the argument goes “There’s gotta be SOMETHING wrong with them if they’re not working in a bar.”

Well, all that being said, I’ve had some pretty damned good times banging AC street meat! I had ONE problem once with a girl that gave a crappy session and then got uppity when I tried to cut her already dirt cheap compensation because of it. Probably served me right for trying to be a tightwad and trying to teach a lesson to a hooker that wasn’t used to rules.

My session with THIS street troll the previous summer had been one of the best ever from a street freelancer, though. She was fun throughout, eager to please, let me take any sort of perverted pics I wanted, and her body was nothing short of AMAZING – HUGE DD tits on a little short girl with a tiny little ass that fit in the palm of my hand. While she wasn’t as cheap as my previous street trolls (she had held out for a whopping 400 pesos instead of the p300 going rate!), she was easily worth EIGHT BUCKS for some high quality in-room entertainment.

Huge Titted Street Troll didn’t remember me from before, which I figured was neither a plus or a minus. She was damned happy to get some attention, though, and quickly proposed “I go with you”. Uhmmm, OK!!!

I had actually seen pics of this girl months before I’d ever met her, as MongerX, sharing my affinity for BIG tits, had forwarded some pics of her that were posted on another board. While I’m not usually one that will seek out a girl based on other peoples’ reports or pics, I’m damned happy I had seen her pics, actually, because I would probably have never known her tits were THAT big under her baggy t-shirt if I hadn’t already seen them unleashed.

And in the room this time, the huge titted little shorty was a top performer again. She sucked dick for a good 5+ minutes, continuing (with my encouragement) even after the pre-cum started flowing. It wouldn’t have taken long at all to spooge while putting her awesome assets to work with some titty fucking, but I held off as I wanted to bang her little short body too. This ALSO required me to hold off and request position changes quickly in order to not spew and end my love fest with her body. The visual of her cans bouncing while she ‘drove’ on top was AWESOME, but seeing them slapping against each other in the mirror facing the foot of the bed while I plowed away from behind REALLY put me over the top.

Photos: DD Street Troll 07 08 09 10

It is rare when my desires for 1) Big floppy cans on a girl that’s not the size of a RHINO, 2) CHEAP sex and 3) Decent service all come together at the same time, but this huge titted shorty did me right all the way around. I was so happy afterwards that I handed her 500 pesos (up from a pre-negotiated p400 the year before), which had her so happy that she blew up my phone with messages over the next several days.

With that AWESOME short time out of the way, I mixed myself a drink and sat down at the laptop to catch up with things on the internet for a bit. I wasn’t horny in the least, and still didn’t seem to have much desire to go out for a solo barhop. Of course, without much interest in barhopping, there’s not a whole helluva lot to do in AC if you’re solo and not horny.

In an example of perfect timing, the previous night’s barfine caught me alone in my room and bored with her text that she hadn’t gone to work that night and inviting me to join her for a drinking session. I quickly forgot that I should be afraid of that girl and put aside all reservations about consecutive barfines, and quickly agreed to join her because I was bored at the time and I was sure she would entertain me.

We met up at a restaurant near the hotel and had a few drinks. She claimed she was in the mood to drink that night because she had missed me all day and had been too depressed to go to work. Believe me, this wasn’t the first time I had heard bar girl BULLSHIT before, but it was indeed flattering to the ego.

After we shared some nice nutricious French fries with mayo/catsup dressing and SHE paid for everything, we agreed on heading to a dusty dive videoke place for some cat-screeching entertainment. I was a little immune from the usual wincing when others sang as my ears were all stuffed up after having popped on the plane ride over, a condition that lasted the better part of a WEEK into my trip. Of course since I couldn’t hear mySELF sing, either, I’m sure it was far worse than usual on my part too. But it was fun being with this girl, and ended up being one of my more fun times in Angeles as we got drunk together that night.

Stumbling back to the hotel about 3 AM, I got a little concerned for her as we passed all the girls from her bar as they were making their way home. I guessed we were going to see the next day how liberal of a policy her bar had regarding “sneakouts” – a girl meeting up with a customer without a barfine being paid. The penalties can be quite severe, with the girl having to pay the entire barfine amount (without getting her cut) as a ‘fine’, and girls are often fired for repeated offenses. I would have felt bad if I had in any way encouraged her to do that, but she had been the one contacting me and telling me she had decided not to work that night. She also didn’t seem too concerned by having been busted by the gossip-mongers, so I didn’t give it much more thought that night.

Back in the room, my ‘date’ REALLY rocked my world. As others have reported many times, the GOOD news about repeating with a girl is that often they will up the ante the 2nd time around, and while things had been pretty damned terrific the night/morning before, this time it was just incredible. If my ‘date’ wasn’t enjoying herself, she did a DAMNED fine job of acting, complete with props to soak the bed and turn her body temp to what FELT like 110 degrees! Luckily after about the 4th time she did the human volcano trick it got to be MY turn to explode, and luckily there was some juice still left in the gun after a rather draining few days of activity.

Falling asleep that night brought another treat from having a girl that I’m completely comfortable with sleeping with me, we passed out together in a huddled mass. Normally in Asia it’s difficult for me to sleep restfully with a girl in my bed with me, but the more time spent with them usually makes it a more highly pleasurable experience. And, of course, going BACK to an empty bed once the trip’s over makes it seem like the bed’s about 3x its’ normal size.

There is MUCH to be said for having a Filipina for a pillow!

SHE paid for everything

Now I understand why you are falling in love. If she gives you an allowance which you spend on other girls while you live off her dime, then you will have your dream summer vacation of living like local PI young stud player.

Actually after all the PI time you have logged it was only a matter of time before there was one you want to spend more time with. Of course, it will be interesting to see if you're just as keen to have the girlfriend once you are on the ground. Right now your opportunity costs to spending hours trading emoticons on webcam is telemundo and eating tacos. On the ground in PI its gonna be a whole town strange whore tang calling you while you are homemaking with honey mo.

Once again thanks for continuing to post trip reports that are enjoyable to read.

Of course, it will be interesting to see if you're just as keen to have the girlfriend once you are on the ground. Right now your opportunity costs to spending hours trading emoticons on webcam is telemundo and eating tacos. On the ground in PI its gonna be a whole town strange whore tang calling you while you are homemaking with honey mo.

You're exactly right about this, but I will STAUNCHLY defend my right to ST anytime I want to under the previously promised "don't ask questions and I'll tell you no lies" policy.

Her paying for stuff that first night was a trip, as are her regular phone calls to Mexico. I guess her other boyfriends are of the ATM/Western Union variety. Of course she cut them all off, now, supposedly, so I might be expected to take up their slack at some point. At which point I will be single again... But it should be an interesting ride.

Not bad at all sir pork!

Thanks for the mammaries !

>>>I did not at ALL have a good time at Nifty’s that day. When we arrived they were technically open, but there were only a couple of girls there and Phxguy quickly struck up a conversation with the only one under 150 lbs

She and I "hit it off" because I had barfined her a few days before. Only reason I was even going back to Niftys that day was to take her necklace back to her, which another girl had found on the floor of my room. Hope I didn't put you through tooooo much agony waiting for me to finish my beer.

>>>my refusal to buy them drinks apparently pissed them off. Pissed them off to the point that one of them started hollering into the back “Mami, Change D customer!”

Yeah - that was not very cool (on her part). Even if you don't like the customer, insulting him ain't gonna get you nothing honey.

Glad you had fun at Stampede. I had already been there a few times during the week, and there was one last thing that gal wanted me to do before I left - namely her rear end . She was one of the anal cherries I'd talked into trying a little 3rd hole action on a prior trip. I do believe I've created a monster though, as she put that ass right up there and took it like a champ this time.

The saga continues....Thanks, Porker, I'm real happy to see another entertaining chapter, and the pics of Porker-sized titties are a real plus. These honest stories of "involuntary" involvement make for interesting reading, with perhaps months of suspense as to the outcome....

MX-GREAT comment on the opportunity cost equation--in contrast to YOUR opportunity cost for such i-chat, which is packing to go back to the PI (lucky dog!).

Porker,
Thanks for sharing your trip detais and pics.Reading your report and viewing the pics,was just like being there.Thanks again.
HG

(Message edited by harleyguy on June 26, 2006)

Uhmm, thank YOU!