Day 6: Angeles
At around 1030 I walk Gladys to the taxi. There are no tears. No sad good-byes. Just a “call me when you get there, just to make sure you’re ok. I love you baby.” There’s a small chance she might come to see me off at the airport. That is, if I allow it.

…I headed to Swagman’s where I chat with a nice Norwegian man and wait for the bus. A bit weird being the youngest or second youngest but certainly the youngest looking man in a bus full of (read “sex tourist stereotype description” here). This might be me someday.

…Fields Ave is a dump. Noisy, dirty, smelly. Mostly shops so far. I’m really hungry. By chance I find Margarita Station. A couple of brown doors guarded by a dude that looks like he wants to sell you something. It’s huge inside. I order an Asian omelet and an o.j. Prettiest waitresses. Once full I walk to the end of Fields and turn the corner at the main highway. Damn! That’s an ugly highway! It’s pretty much jeepney hell. I don’t know why I kept walking but eventually I made my way back to Fields. This time I notice tons of gogo bars, but it’s 3pm and most seem closed. I’m looking for the blow job bars, so I turn into side streets. I’m overdressed in my white sneakers and guayavera. I look like a lawyer or so they say. A really über hot door girl entices me into a gogo and I sit. It’s small. 20-30 girls really close to the tables sway and check their dancing skill on the mirror. Mostly 5’s, some 7’s, maybe two 10’s. But the one I want is not on stage, she is a waitress. She sits next to me and we talk. Her name is Jan. Short for January. Her mom, the mamasan, buys me a beer. Jan has a child, no boyfriend, did not finish high school, loves blood and horror movies and wants to be a surgeon. Because her mom works there, and her son stays in Angeles, she will not accept barfines, so she declines my invitation to Subic-and I don’t want anyone else.

Next door is Tropix. The place is huge! Front stage set up, nearly empty. I sit at the back and order my 4th San Miguel. Then I notice the hottest dancer in the corner. Nice tits, wide hips, beautiful Indian features and fish eyes and I ask for her to come over.
Pretty soon she realizes I’m not an old lawyer and we start drinking shots of tequila, which make her horny. Her name is Jenny. She speaks like Gigi (old pinay girlfriend in the US) and never pays attention or acknowledges a question unless you ask twice. Every answer is “yes” even when she means no. I’m not staying with her long.
9pm. OMG. Once undressed this girl literally turns into a tiger! I could barely keep up with her! Up, down, sideways, her tongue in my throat, she was a beast. Finally I come in her in spite of her protests and we go to sleep.

Day 7
Woke up at 2:30am and took a shower. Woke her up, fucked her and tried to go back to sleep. Then it happened. I felt something walking on my back and my head! I panicked, swatted it off and turned on the lights hoping it was my imagination. No such luck. A big cockroach sat on my pillow and made its way to the headrest. That’s all I needed to see. I got dressed, woke her up and headed to Tiger.

4am. Kokomos restaurant.

6am. The beers and weather are taking a toll on my stomach; not quite diarrhea but kinda loose. Finally got Jenny on her way home after promising to see her tonight (yeah, right) and footed it to SM Mall. Now, I know I’m not here to hang out at the malls, but it’s the best the Philippines has to offer aside from the beaches.

3pm. Hang out at the room for a bit. I think I slept, I’m not sure. Suddenly the phone rings. I’m startled. That’s weird, I think. “Sir, are you expecting a girl by the name of Jenny?” What?? Since when do bargirls show up unannounced? Even real girlfriends don’t do that. “Oh, uh, yeah, sure, I’ll be right down.”
“I’m bored” she says. Fine. Hang out at the room for another hour and I’m ready to go. “We go pipe thirty” she says. I look at her incredulous. Crazy girl. We go when I say we go.

5pm. Without really wanting to (barhop), I drop her off at her work and begin barhopping. At blowjob row (700 pesos short time) I meet an adorable and smart light skinned girl with a silver tooth and we chat it up for a bit. We talk about everything from motorcycles to the Garfield movies (she thinks he’s real, or based on real events!) to ways of catching cum at the end of a bj. I must’ve gone to eight more places after that, making sure I got plenty of mango juice between the beers and whiskeys. Met a little gorgeous door girl with the most beautiful smile, but upon talking to her I realize she’s just like Jenny, meaning just like Gigi (meaning dumb as a sack of rocks). At one bar a girl slept in a booth and one danced in her underwear. At another the chosen girl is really cute, but painfully shy to the point of not talking. I’m not feeling any of this at all. I’m tired of liquids. At 11pm I head to Tropix and barfine Jenny again. Even though I’m getting bored with her, we know each other and she’s great in bed with a great body.

12pm. Kokomos restaurant.

After showering she tries to get in bed with her underwear and bra on. Yeah. Right. She refuses to blow me, but we have a good fuck. This girl is built for fucking.
In the middle of the night she tries to give me a bj. She’s malibog. I don’t know where that came from. Might be because I can’t make her come, not even by eating her out. But I’m too tired and my stomach is still bothering me. I push her off.

Jenny: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im9375p_XDM

Day 8
Jenny rises to shower without coercion. She gets dressed. Maybe she realizes she will be bored later, and so invites me to her boarding room. I really would love to go, but my stomach is still playing with me, so I decline. She leaves. Ten minutes later the office calls me to announce her departure, and to ask if it is ok. That’s a great service. Wouldn’t want her to leave with my iphone or wallet. Now I realize she might’ve forgotten the room number and my real name, that’s why the 10 minutes.

This Tiger hotel is a bit weird. It’s really nice and clean and has wi-fi and decent bathrooms, if not the biggest. But the fridge is off and there’s nothing inside. Instead they have a water cooler that I don’t trust and no laundry service.

...Margarita Station…There’s a reason I stick with one girl when I come to places like Angeles. I see the couples having breakfast and they barely talk. Once that happens, its time to drop her. But then he’s got his hand on her shoulder and she leans very close and they talk and recreate the magic again. Without the girlfriend experience, these men might as well pick up hookers in their home towns. I also love being able to write when I’m alone having breakfast. Beats looking lonely. Like that guy over there.

On a whim and stuffed with pinapple juice and lumpia I walk towards bj row with the intention of exploring further (down the street), but it started raining hard. I took cover under an awning and headed back as soon as I could. I didn’t get far. A really cute bargirl off a bj bar draws me in. Upon further inspection I realize she’s the smallest, cutest, hottest girl I’ve seen all week. We talk and shoot pool for a bit before I barfine her short time. It’s still raining, so we take a trike. Damn, those things are scary. I’m glad I picked her up. Being ticklish, she didn’t enjoy the datty or being kissed on her body. Killer blow job. My god, it was good. Deep throat. A couple of more minutes and I was ready to blow. Talked her out of using a condom easily. “I take pill” she says, and I went to town. My god, she was hot. I could feel every nook and cranny inside her. I hope I never forget the look on her face as she came, sweat beading on her forehead.

Cutie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNMw5kRyqvo

…Margarita Station, Asian omelet. The waitresses are starting to notice me. I show them my diary and my artwork. They are impressed and a little confused. “You are a mysterious man.” Some of them are drop dead gorgeous. Specially Mariane and Lenie.

…back at the tattoo shop. The artist has tried to recreate the design I gave him, but it’s off, so I redo it. He has no problem with this. He can tell I’ve got some skill. We talk about his hardest work –a portrait- and his latest –a butterfly- “That’s original” I say. He misses the sarcasm.

Pansolo says: "Finally I come in her in spite of her protests and we go to sleep. "

Just curious, but did you mean you came inside her without a condom? Or with. What was she protesting? Usually the girls I fuck are urging me to cum, not protesting. That is unless I am stupid enough to fuck them without a condom and plant my seed there.

It is none of my business but I know too many girls knocked up by foreigners who never see them again. I hope I misunderstood what you were saying here.

radioman

Who cares??????? Maybe it is time to start a "clubethics.com" website.... just - PLEASE - do not invite me.

Jenny, strangely, on both ocassions she didn't mind me entering her bareback, but she was annoyed that i came in her. Sorry, but i only come outside for my real girlfriend...cause she knows where i live. I think in this line of work it's the bargirls responsibility to be on some sort of birth control. I'm siding with Lovingmarvin on ths one.

Uhm... no.

It is your DNA and your rationalization does not line up with US law or PI law (yeah yeah, oxymoron).

Me? I bang em bare and cum inside... but...

I shoot blanks

oh god! i hope you weren't looking at me when you referred to the guy "looking lonely."

thanks for the report. btw. where exactly do you refer to "bj row" ? the perimeter bars?

Blow Row is Santos street .