Flying into CRK was straightforward and uneventful. I bought some pesos in the airport after a fairly quick passage through immigration and customs, and went out front into the milling crowd.
Baby Jane was not there to meet me, which I was half expecting after her last email. She was supposed to finish her caregiver course Dec. 22, and we had planned to be together after my arrival on Dec. 27. She was featured in my last couple of trip reports from AC, known as Teresa—Baby Jane was her real, given name—but I hadn’t seen her in several years, only chatted with her on Yahoo. Jane had been a good, low maintenance companion, a willing participant in threesomes or moresomes, and not jealous even if I spent a night or two with another girl (but I think she drew the line at three consecutive nights).
But I opened an email from her on Dec 24, she said all the graduates were getting job offers—she had gotten a really good one in Hong Kong, and her classmate/friend would also take a job there and help her get settled. They wanted her to leave immediately, she didn’t know what to do. Then no more email/chats.
So I wasn’t too surprised, just disappointed. Oh well, plenty of girls to check out to find a replacement, it wasn’t the end of the world.
Gurock1 (who had come in on the same plane) and I asked for a taxi, and we got a van to take us to our hotels—Gurock at the Lewis Grand, I was at Wild Orchid. The damn driver wanted to charge us 300 pesos EACH because we were going to two different places, even though the Lewis Grand was ON THE WAY to the Wild Orchid. There was no negotiating, so we agreed and drove off.
The flight was an afternoon flight, getting in around dinnertime, so I had a little time to relax and get settled in the room. I wandered down Fields, trying to find Norma’s moneychanger, which I remembered as having the best rates several years before. Voila, I turned down the correct street, and there it was, and still had a slightly higher rate than all the changers I had passed on the way.
After a bite of dinner it was time to go in search of the (new) love of my (fantasy) life. I was not to find it that night…or the night after…but the fun is in the search.
After popping my head into a couple bars, I ended up in Carousel. There, a hostess named Lanie started massaging me, but I had my eye on Roslyn. Roslyn was a cute little spinner, with a lot of African blood—unusual for AC. She was vivacious on stage, and I called her over for a drink. I was hoping Lanie would then go away after I bought her a drink to reward her for her excellent massage, but she just renewed her efforts, even after I started giving all my attention to Roslyn. Lanie wasn’t exactly my ideal prey—she was older and had more waistline than I like. But I decided to barfine her as well when Roslyn informed me that she was coming off her period, and Lanie would fuck while she would suck. Then it turned out the damn barfine was 1,500 each.
That sort of worked out. But Lanie had a stink pussy, and I don’t think washing it out did the trick. It still tasted—well, it tasted other than delicious, and it shouldn’t have that kind of taste. Apparently, I was to pay a high price for my inclination to D@everyY I got close to. But I just cut that part a little short, not easy with Roslyn working her oral magic at my own Y. Lanie climbed on top, and we were off to the races. Roslyn and Lanie worked together well to make me remember why I liked AC so much. Lanie was quite horny, and worked me from cowgirl like a girl possessed. I held back as long as I could, but with Roslyn kissing me and pinching my nipples, I couldn’t hold off the happy ending forever. Since Lanie had stinky pussy, Roslyn was not letting me DATY, and I was too satisfied to get it up for round two for a while, I was happy just cuddling a little and going off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Roslyn started stroking me. After getting me quite aroused, she rolled over into spoon position and put me into her. We lay there, just moving a little—Lanie was, or appeared to be, still asleep—for a long time. She ground away at me, gently gyrating in various ways until I finally came. It was very sweet.
In the morning, there was no blood (either from the during-the-night activities, or fresh), so after showers I took Roslyn, not paying a lot of attention to Lanie. Her pussy was clean and tasted OK, and our gentle lovemaking during the night had primed me for a full-on fucking, going hard and fast in doggie until I came.
Photo: Roslyn & Lanie - Carousel Bar 01
Photos: Roslyn - Carousel Bar 02 03 04
I sent them on their way, and after breakfast/brunch set out for the Club Rio area. I popped into Club Rio, nothing special, so I went next door to Nifty’s. An Asian guy there had all the girls around him (5 or 6), so there was nothing left. I went back to Club Rio, and settled for Ellen. Not particularly attractive (typically), but she had a nice rack, and I expected good service based on a little interaction in the bar. We went upstairs—my first time upstairs, and the last. The place was even sleazier than Lólita's, with a plastic cover on a mattress in a grimly bare room that hadn’t seen a cleaning in a long time. Fortunately, I was right about Ellen, and she provided a skilled blow job that satisfied me—which wasn’t easy, since the surroundings were so gross, and at my age, psychological aspects have a major influence on arousal.
I hooked up with Gurock for dinner, he picked me up on his bike and we went out to Cottage Kitchen for some good Southern food. We ran into Smitopher; as we were leaving, he was arriving with a cute spinner in tow.
Later, after a little barhopping without seeing much of interest, I found Shayla (didn’t record the club). This tiny little spinner was a little on the shy side, but was plenty enthusiastic once we got going (i.e., after I went down on her). After a couple of rounds, she curled up in my arms for a nice sleep. She was a real sweetheart, even though she wasn’t particularly photogenic. She left after a morning session that was more tender than passionate.
Photos: Shayla 05 06 07 08 09
After a bit of breakfast and some internet time, I called Gurock to see if the pool party at Lewis Grand was going to happen. It was late getting started, he said, he wasn’t sure what was happening. I waited for his call, then went there and paid my (I think)1,000 pesos. We got a table near the action, and relaxed.
The food was marginal, what little there was, and I could not say much about the alcoholic beverages since I don’t partake, but the soft drinks were nothing special. The big bottles went flat pretty quickly. And the ice melted quickly
The event itself was pretty disorganized, with runoff contests that went on way too long. The best way to enjoy one of these is to pay extra to be a judge as the girls are sucking up to the judges (literally at times). The party became reasonably wild—to watch—with a few drunken punters creating a bit of a scene. It was something I wanted to experience at least once, and unless I do a judgeship, only once. That’s Lewis at the lower left on the third picture—surprisingly young for the owner of such a large luxury hotel, I thought. He seemed like a pretty mellow guy, and Gurock liked him.
Photos: LG Party 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19
There were a few girls there that especially struck my fancy, and I wrote down their names and their bars (as best as I could hear/understand them amidst the chaos).
After I got bored with the drunken antics and left, I called my friend Jay, who has lived in Angeles for over six years. My last trip, we had dinner together almost every night, and I was curious how he was doing. He had started a business, and was having a rocky time getting it going in a different culture. He met me in front of the hotel, since I told him I wanted to check out Honky Tonk, the bar immediately across the street (Santos Street). I had had a GREAT time with girls from Honky Tonk on my last trips. I met Ida there, a cute little girl with a somewhat round body and a beautiful face. Jay recommended her, and I made a note to come back for her later.
Photos: Ida - Honky Tonk 20 21 22
I hopped on the back of his bike, and we headed out for dinner at a little Greek restaurant off Perimeter Road, and had an excellent dinner cooked by the Filipina assistant of the Greek wife of the owner (I think I got that right). Hard to find, but recommended!
On the way back, Jay reminded me why I was hesitant to ride with him—he drove kind of slowly, with his head turning to look at every single girl around as we drove. As we got down to the main part of Fields, he wasn’t looking in front of him very much. Jay is the prototypical monger: tall and handsome, personable and outgoing, 40-ish and well-off. He has had most of the girls in Angeles that you’ll see on the street, and many more. And he’s ALWAYS on the look-out for more.
He pulled up to a stop next to a somewhat mousy-looking girl and said, “Hi Jenilyn.” She was with a rather garishly-dressed girl that he didn’t know. He chatted with Jenilyn for a moment, and told me that she had a great body and was a lot of fun. Get her number, he suggested. I replied, “Why don’t I just take her home now? Along with her friend?” I must confess I liked the slutty, sleazy look of her friend more than Jenilyn, but if Jay said Jenilyn was worth taking, that was good enough for me. The girls hopped into a trike, and we met up at the hotel. Jay went into Honky Tonk, usually we parted ways after dinner.
In the room, I we undressed and showered, and got into it. Neither girl was particularly attractive, but they were sexy. Arlene turned out to be a bit of a disappointment—her pussy had a bit of a smell, even after I sent her back to wash it some more. This was only the second time in my life I had come face-to-bush with the stink-pussy that other Hombres had said was prevalent in the PI, and both on this trip. Also, she wasn’t that good at giving head. I started out doing doggie with Arlene, but she wasn’t doing much for me one way or the other. So I turned my attentions to Jenilyn, who made up for Arlene’s poor performance, and I ended up having a pretty good ride. I mostly ignored Arlene after that, and she didn’t help out while I was engaged with Jenilyn.
Photos: Arlene & Jenilyn 23 24 25
Photos: Jenilyn 26 27
Photos: Arlene 28 29 30 31 32 33
Since these were the potentially dangerous street girls warned about on the board, I didn’t want to make it a night with them and have them spend the night. Arlene was kind of a dead fish at that point anyway, and a second round wasn’t that appealing to me. So after exchanging phone numbers with Jen, I gave them each 500 pesos and sent them on their way. But I wasn’t ready to call it a night yet, it was only about 10 PM.
I went to a few bars, and ended up in Treasure Island where, to my delight, one of the girls on my short list from the pool party showed up just after I got there, in street clothes. I didn’t know if she was just arriving after sleeping off the afternoon’s overindulgence, or returning after a barfine—and I didn’t care. I wanted her.
Kimberly was available, and in short order we were back in the room. She wasn’t as sensual and responsive as I liked, and went to sleep after a quick session. Apparently, she hadn’t even slept off the afternoon until she got to my room.
She slept late, and I got up and played on the computer while she slept.
Photo: Kimberly - Treasure Island 34
But once she did get up, we had a great session. I thought she had a great body, and she was quite responsive to DATY. Then she was passionate as we ran through several positions. Unfortunately, when I saw her again in the bar or once on the street later, she was cold and didn’t acknowledge me as I tried to say hello. Bitch. Oh well, I got what I wanted—once.
Photos: Kimberly - Treasure Island 35 36 37
I was starting to have some stomach problems, kind of an upset stomach that wasn’t like the runs, but a dull ache. A doctor friend suggested Flagyl as I had probably gotten some nasties from the stink pussies that the drug would take out. So I got some, and took a few over a few days. The stomach problem didn’t completely go away for a while, and it started to mess with my sexual function. So I was intermittently unable to keep a hard on—but then I would get and stay hard for a while. It was puzzling in its timing and frustrating at least once a day. My doctor friend said that such stomach problems could cause that kind of dysfunction. Damn, not what I needed.
I needed to replenish my supply of Vitamin C (which actually didn’t help the stomach problem-caused dysfunction). I had had a really good contact my last trip, but that was years ago. I tried to call him, and of course his number had changed. My friend Jay had suggested that I could get the same ones from a certain restaurant manager, and hooked me up. The supply came in the next day, so I went to meet him and got my supply. These were particularly good ones, from my point of view—little red pills that would dissolve in your mouth or under your tongue. I liked them because they could provide a quick lift (so to speak) if I dissolved them under my tongue, whereas the coated ones often took a couple of hours, it seemed—and maybe more if I had eaten recently. They were 200 pesos for a package of 4.
He also fixed me up with a street dealer who had some imitation Vitamin L that was pretty good, at the same price. I had lunch while I was waiting, and Jay showed up. So the whole process killed a bunch of time, and I was ready for the next adventure.
Which presented itself immediately, even before I left the restaurant: Jenilyn called, and I told her to come on over. She was a sweet, compliant girl, and I spent several hours enjoying her lovely body. We went out by the pool for a while, and came back and played some more. When I gave her 500 pesos, she asked me if I could lend her some more—she wanted to get her phone out of the pawn shop. It was 300 pesos, and she wanted another 200 for minutes and whatever.
I agreed to lend it to her if she’d pay me back, and she said the next time she came over it would be free. I repeated, “Free, no charge, no money next time, right?” She said OK, and left. A little later, I got together with Jay again for dinner.
Returning to the hotel, I saw Ida sitting there in Honky Tonk. Perfect. I went over to chat with her a little, and ended up taking her up to my room for a 300 peso barfine and 700 peso tip. She was every bit as good as Jay had said—maybe even better. I didn’t mind the fact that she was a little chubby—she had a beautiful face and excellent skills.
Her deep throat was the best of the whole trip, and she was a non-stop delight for two full hours. Such an oral little tart, I couldn’t get enough of her. I was so enjoying the basic stuff that I didn’t remember that she might make the third hole available until it was too late. Oh well, I thought, she’s right across the street, I’ll come back for that later, and she definitely deserves a repeat. Alas, I never made it back to her—Angeles can be like that. I hope she’s there when I return.
Photos: Ida - Honky Tonk 38 39 40 41 42 43 44
She wore me out for the night, so I didn’t go barhopping.
