Got back from Boracay in the early afternoon. Said goodbye to Rona and retired to my room feeling totally flaked out. Dosed up with medication and the rest of the evening was a write-off.
Day 11
Still feeling rough, but after a decent breakfast buffet things started to look up. Unusually for this trip, the sun was out so I hung out by the pool. By midday I was almost back to normal, so I sent a text to Rona asking if she would like to drop by on her way into work and give her bikini another outing in the Clarkton pool. She was OK with this and within 15 minutes she was over at the Clarkton, and getting changed into her bikini. Once she had overcome her initial shyness, she was soon splashing around and displaying her assets to anyone who cared to look. Soon she was joined by several other guests’ honeykos, and quite a lively pool scene developed. After a bit she suggested we go up to my room and I did not argue. A passionate final session ensued and we said our final farewells. I gave her a 500 piso parting gift.
Now that I was just about firing on all cylinders again, I decided to resume my usual routine of checking out the Perimeter bars. Next on my to-do list was Magic Moments. I never got any further than this, as no sooner had I sat down in front of the dance stage and taken my first sip of San Miguel, than I saw two little lovelies giggling and writhing in front of me. I offered to buy lady drinks for both of them as they seemed to come as a pair. This tuned out to be very much the case. Bizarrely (this could only happen in PI surely?) they were both 21 years old, but one was the other’s aunt! After checking them out and another drink or two, including one for the mamasan (I was feeling in an expansive mood as I had some spare pisos to burn), I decided to barfine them together.
Back at the hotel, we got down to business. I had established beforehand that because of their family relationship, they would not do any girl-on-girl stuff, which was OK with me, so we just took it in turns. Unfortunately, Beth (not sure if she was the aunt or the niece, but what the hell) was incredibly shy in the presence of Juliette, so in the end Juliette had to lurk in the bathroom while Beth and I did our stuff. I have to say that neither performance was anything to get particularly excited about, and they were not far off being starfish. Once we had finished, I sent them on their way.
Photos: Juliette & Beth 01 02 03
Photos: Beth 04 05
Photos: Juliette 06 07
Later that evening, I set out on my final AC barhop for this trip. I popped in to quite a few bars that I had missed out on previously, and mostly they failed to impress, which goes to show that the ratings on this site are a pretty good guide as to what’s hot and what’s not in AC. On my travels I discovered that my fame had already spread in Fields, and they had named a bar in my honour. I thought that I ought to have a quick look in Club Icarus, but I didn’t linger as it seemed to be mainly full of Koreans shooting pool.
I got as far as Nero’s without seeing anything that got me particularly excited, but things started to look up when I wandered into Blue Nile next door. The first person to greet me when I came through the door was a charming waitress, who turned out to be called Rose. I sat down to watch the dancers and she brought me my beer, and then lingered around casting occasional glances in my direction. I continued to scan the club looking at the quality of the girls on display, but I kept on glancing back at Rose. To my eyes at that moment in time, she suddenly became the most beautiful girl in the club, possibly even in all of AC. One of the other waitresses sitting next to me noticed what was going on and said “you want to barfine Rose?” Well, yes, the thought had occurred to me but I wasn’t going to rush into things. I asked Rose if she would like to join me for a drink, and after chatting for a while, we headed to the upstairs gallery to get away from the vicious aircon that was getting us both shivering cold. We carried on chatting and cuddling while I continued to survey what else there was on offer at the Blue Nile. This entailed watching both shifts of dancers. I had to conclude after an hour or so that my initial first impressions had not been some drunken aberration and that Rose was indeed the most attractive girl in the club at that point in time. The barfine became a no-brainer.
After Rose had changed into her street clothes, we went on a barhop starting with the Blue Nile Executive next door, which was totally overrun by Koreans, and frankly had very little left in the way of attractive girls at that point in the evening. We moved on to a couple more bars before ending up in Las Vegas, as I wanted to see if the vibe that had been there the previous week was a regular thing. The place was indeed buzzing again, and we enjoyed watching the dancers larking about with each other. Manic Marie, my barfine from the previous week, spotted me and came over to try to extract a LD from me. I was not in the mood to buy any more LDs and politely declined, which earned me a dirty look and the finger from Marie. After a while we decided to head back to the Clarkton.
Our session that night was unusual compared to all the others I had experienced in AC up to then, in that Rose seemed to approach the encounter as if she was a girlfriend on her first date with a new boyfriend. It was all very slow, tender, and ultimately very satisfying. Chatting with Rose later, I discovered that she very rarely got barfined as she had taken on the waitress job primarily for the pittance of a salary that the club paid her, and she never sought out customers to barfine her. So this was in fact quite a rare situation for her. That night she wrapped herself around me as we slept and, call me an old softie if you like, it felt like sheer bliss!
In the morning we had another relaxed and intimate session before I had to get packed and check out. Rose seemed reluctant to say goodbye until the last minute and we had a long lingering kiss before I headed off to the airport in a taxi. A common observation in trip reports on this board is “she was more attractive in person than it appears in my photos”, but I guess the camera doesn’t lie. I think what this statement really means is that the author’s perception of a girl is influenced in a big way by her personality, and this ends up skewing his judgment on her intrinsic physical attributes. This certainly applies in my case with Rose, and I can’t wait to see her again.
Photos: Rose 08 09 10
Conclusion
For me, AC had certainly lived up to its reputation as one of the premier mongering destinations in the world. As others have commented, it is much more difficult to find girls in the 8-10 range than in LOS, for example, but there are plenty of doable girls in the 6-7 range that are readily available at bargain rates. OK, the overall experience lacks that fun element that you find in LOS, and the poverty in PI is much more evident, but overall, AC is hard to beat. As a cherry boy, I would like to acknowledge the efforts of the brave Hombres who have pioneered this venue and contributed so many informative postings to this board. My thanks in particular go to BigBalls for launching me on what I hope will be the first of many trips to AC.