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  1. #13667
    Quote Originally Posted by Skogis  [View Original Post]
    Yes I am a generous prick but to their (pimpettes, both) defense they have no clue whatsoever what their service, both in sexual act and beeing only passive spectators, are worth. I just view them what I think is called for and don't want to go into detailed pricings. Phil is cheap enough place as it is so a big laugh realy. Yeah yeah I won't destroy the pimpettes pricings as this is a closed circkle. Damn you guys are realy occupied by prices, when phil prices goes upwards where are you going to stay?
    I'm with Skogis here, I find the constant obsession with prices, and allegations of undermining "the market" ridiculous, as If the different of a few hundred pesos one way or the other made a substantial difference to most of the punters who post herein. The bottom line is that this is a poor, dysfunctional place and these are, for the most part, poor women to whom a few hundred pesos makes a huge difference. Most guys spend a few thousand dollars in their trips here on tickets and hotels, and I really doubt that obsessing over 10 or 20 bucks is worth the self righteous aggravation that it seems to cause among many. Lighten up!

    GE.

  2. #13666
    Quote Originally Posted by Cbea20  [View Original Post]
    I have no problem with generosity. I can't see that it ruins the market, except perhaps in limited circumstances. But just for the record, you have overpaid, apparently out of embarassment. A dismissal fee for an escort, if it's not her fault (false photos, misrepresentation, etc.) should be one-third of what she exected to earn, to cover transportation. In this case, the two parties presumably shared transportation cost. P200 each would be as much as such girls could expect to earn working for a full day.
    Yes I am a generous prick but to their (pimpettes, both) defense they have no clue whatsoever what their service, both in sexual act and beeing only passive spectators, are worth. I just view them what I think is called for and don't want to go into detailed pricings. Phil is cheap enough place as it is so a big laugh realy. Yeah yeah I won't destroy the pimpettes pricings as this is a closed circkle. Damn you guys are realy occupied by prices, when phil prices goes upwards where are you going to stay?

  3. #13665

    Dismissal fee

    I have no problem with generosity. I can't see that it ruins the market, except perhaps in limited circumstances. But just for the record, you have overpaid, apparently out of embarassment. A dismissal fee for an escort, if it's not her fault (false photos, misrepresentation, etc.) should be one-third of what she exected to earn, to cover transportation. In this case, the two parties presumably shared transportation cost. P200 each would be as much as such girls could expect to earn working for a full day.

    Quote Originally Posted by Skogis  [View Original Post]
    Well using two unconnecteded pimpettes are nice but today we went into overflow as 8 girls stood waiting outside My hotel. It created inside me some sort of stress as I did doublebook t2 pimpettes girls. Damn shame on me. I was in the middle of some girlie biz when this occured so I proudly when finished walk down and paid all 6 of them 1000 each for the hick ups (not their mistake by all means), picked out the 2 most stunnings and brought them to my room for some, what I call it, playtime. Anyone?

  4. #13664

    Pimpettes overload (flow).

    Well using two unconnecteded pimpettes are nice but today we went into overflow as 8 girls stood waiting outside My hotel. It created inside me some sort of stress as I did doublebook t2 pimpettes girls. Damn shame on me. I was in the middle of some girlie biz when this occured so I proudly when finished walk down and paid all 6 of them 1000 each for the hick ups (not their mistake by all means), picked out the 2 most stunnings and brought them to my room for some, what I call it, playtime. Anyone?

  5. #13663
    Quote Originally Posted by RedKilt  [View Original Post]
    I would reassure readers that such an aggressive scenario has NEVER even remotely happened to me in all my visits to LAC so I am certain that if it happened, SL must have done something offensive to generate such a response.
    Firstly thanks for your comments and glad you enjoy my diaries.

    I assure you it did happen. Whenever I travel I'm meticulous about keeping notes as the night goes along so there's no way I got the wrong night or the wrong venue. I specifically remember getting back to my seat and telling Owen and Macca about it, then taking my phone out and making a note for the purpose of this diary. I guarantee everything you read in my diaries, whether good or bad, did happen and this incident happened exactly as written.

    And I did not do anything to provoke his behaviour either. I went to the urinal, did my business, went to the sink, gave him a smile as I did so, washed my hands, dried them, said 'thanks' and then went to walk out (like I said, I'd tipped him earlier and didn't think it was necessary to tip on every visit). There were no conversation that could be misinterpreted or attitude on my behalf, I was smiley and polite with him, just as I always am with all bar-staff. I wasn't acting drunk either as I'd only had a few drinks. He just expected a tip and didn't get one.

    I should point out that I've been to LA Cafe many times over the years and normally these guys are older guys (who offer massages like you say) and I've never had a problem with one of them. In fact they're often good fun. This guy was younger though, I'd guess mid thirties. Perhaps he was just standing in for the night or maybe he was young enough to get pissed off when he sees pretty Filipino girls all over tourists? . Perhaps he'd seen me with his favourite?

    I take on board your point about stories like this making newbies anxious but I would say to them that LA Cafe is a brilliant place (as I hope my diary conveyed!) and the staff are very friendly. One negative experience doesn't change that.

  6. #13662
    Quote Originally Posted by SirLancelot  [View Original Post]
    <SNIP. . .
    I went to the toilet and there was a Filipino man handing out towels next to the sink, a pet hate of mine. Earlier in the night I'd given him a small tip but this time I walked towards the door without giving him anything. He grabbed my arm to prevent me from leaving and nodded aggressively towards the tray. I shrugged him off, gave him a glare and walked out. I'm a generous tipper but it's ridiculous that he expected me to tip every time I went to the toilet. I certainly didn't appreciate being man-handled by him.. . <SNIP>. . . . ..
    It's good to read another series of your chronicles of your latest trip to mongering sites Sir L but I must question this claim about the guy in LA cafe men's toilet.

    I have been going to LAC (and MBC) now and again for the past 18 years and I have NEVER, EVER seen this happen.

    The 2 or 3 older guys who roam around in the cafe offering shoulder massages and who periodically offer towels in the CR have been there for as long as I can remember and are the most inoffensive guys I have ever met in a bar anywhere.

    For one of them to have (your quote) "grabbed my arm to prevent me from leaving and nodded aggressively towards the tray" is completely incomprehensible to me, and I simply cannot believe it happened. These guys would not last for 18 years if they started doing that sort of thing.

    Newbies reading your story might feel some anxiety about visiting LAC and using the CR based on your experience.

    I would reassure readers that such an aggressive scenario has NEVER even remotely happened to me in all my visits to LAC so I am certain that if it happened, SL must have done something offensive to generate such a response.

  7. #13661

    Please Add Me To Your List

    I thoroughly enjoy your escapades. And like many, can personally relate to what you are saying. Keepup the good work. Cheers.

  8. #13660

    Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 15.

    Slippery, Simmer, Hutsori, FunkySexy, Shining Wit. Thanks for the compliments. They mean a lot and make all the effort worthwhile.

    I forgot to mention at the end of my last report, for those who have enjoyed it my diary will be continuing on the Angeles thread.

  9. #13659

    Sir Lancelot

    Firstly, thanks to Sir Lancelot for an excellent read. It must have taken another holiday to write it all!

    As he obviously likes the GFE, I decided to add some of my own experiences that might help others who are inspired by his reports.

    Some may have been reported in earlier posts but are now 73 pages back.

    On one of my earliest visits to LA Cafe, I suggested to my lady having something to eat. Apart from my own hunger, this tends to score brownie points as the girl has probably not.

    Eaten for hours either. The response was " don't eat here, its too expensive. " She then took me across Del Pilar St and about halfway down the side street to a little open fronted.

    Shawarma place. Reasonable food {YM or digestion MV} and much cheaper.

    Other options that, later on, give the atmosphere of a "date" include Lucky 6{I think the name is right}, Calle Ocho and Cowboy Grill. All 3 are Filipino oriented night clubs, which feature.

    Live bands {up to three on any one night} and not pick up places, although with some game you might be lucky.

    Calle Ocho. From LAC continue past Shawarma to Mabini St. I have never been there from LAC, but I think turn left and is on right. Front portion is separated from street by low.

    Wall with more tables and dance floor behind. Went there one night about 7, couple of happy hour beers {26 p or so} an unexciting curry and a few more beers for total bill of.

    600 p. Waitress also warned me when beers at normal price.

    Lucky 6. Turn left onto Mabini St to Lotus Garden Hotel. Turn left {right for G Point} and look up for neon sign. Entrance is easy to miss otherwise. Not sure about bands early part.

    Of week. Similar prices, food to my mind better although not comparing similar meals.

    Cowboy Grill. Continue past Lotus Garden and its on your left, big frontage on Mabini St. Most expensive of the lot {beers 90 p} but best bands. Videos can be found on Youtube.

    Food prices probably pushing LAC but atmosphere recommended if you want to get away from the cattle market. Might also appeal as smoking restricted to specific area. You might.

    However give the girl inflated ideas about how much you will pay as I suspect this is the Number 1 club in Ermita.

    I hope this is of some use to somebody, as saying "why don't we go to XYX?" shows you aren't a newbie, even if you are.

    Happy hunting.

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  10. #13658

    Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 15

    Day 15, Manila.

    For some people 'long-time' means the opportunity to fuck a girl as many times as possible, to get full bang for their bucks. But for me I enjoy sleeping curled up with a girl and then sometimes having sex again in the morning. Jonalyn was brilliant. She hugged up to me all night and would randomly wake me with kisses. This is the kind of intimacy I look for. On the down side, how can such a petite girl steal so much of the bed?! At one point I woke up hanging precariously over the edge. I wondered whether being knocked out of bed by a 5 foot freelance hooker would be covered in my insurance.

    We stayed in bed till midday, talking, kissing and cuddling. I think she liked me because she dropped hints as subtle as a sledgehammer. At one point I asked her to play her favourite song on her phone and she played 'True Love' by Pink. Later when I asked her to teach me a Tagalog phrase she taught me 'mal ga tar' which means 'I love you'. I took her by the hand with a straight face, stared deeply in to her eyes and told her "Jonalyn, ever since we met I wanted to tell you something. Mal ga tar". She laughed.

    What a brilliant girl. She gave me one of the best girlfriend experiences I've ever had and was the perfect way to start my time in Philippines. We swapped phone numbers and I slid three rolled up thousands in to her hand before she left at 1 pm. Two minutes later I got a phone call from security telling me that my guest was leaving and was that okay. It proved that despite the 'no guests after 10 pm' sign on the back of my door, lady guests are welcome.

    At 3 pm I met Owen in LA Cafe. It was just the two of us because Macca had arranged to meet a girl from Date In Asia. I asked Owen whether he went with a girl last night and he told me that after I left he tried his luck downstairs but didn't see any to float his boat so decided to call it a night. I told him about my night with Jonalyn as we ordered food. Philippines isn't renowned for its cuisine but Owen ordered sisig, a spicy pork dish, and it was delicious. I opted for nasi goreng, an Indonesian fried rice which was also tasty. Fair to say the food has improved in LA Cafe since my last visit.

    LA Cafe is much quieter during the afternoon but there were still about 40 girls sat around the bar. One of them, sat near the door, was just my type. She had long hair down to her waist and a Japanese look with thick glasses that looked geeky but fashionable at the same time. I tried to make eye contact with her but she had tunnel vision so I returned my attention to Owen. Suddenly something happened I've never seen before in LA Cafe, a fight broke out between two girls near the pool table. A crowd of people rushed in and pulled the girls apart and they were led to the exit. I'm not sure what caused it but I suspect in places like this where girls are competing with each other to get the attention of customers, it must be easy for tensions to build.

    We paid our chits and decided to go for a walk to Robinsons mall. We turned right after the brightly coloured Amazonia and walked up Sta Monica Street. Just past the entrance to Amazonia hotel is a hair salon and I always look in as I walk past as my first ever girl in Philippines, big boobs Jessica, used to work there. That was five years ago now and unsurprisingly she wasn't there. We passed a barbecue grill where a pretty girl in a yellow dress was buying chicken skewers. "I like Philippines" said Owen, "there are pretty girls everywhere you look". He wanted to change some Thai baht in to pesos so I took him to a money changer I'd passed many times. It was on the corner of M. H. Del Pilar Street and is a small counter inside another hair salon. He got a decent exchange rate and I was able to swap smiles with a girl getting her hair curled.

    We walked around for a short while before heading back to our respective hotels. Owen was staying in Paragon Tower on Antonio Flores Street, near Swagman Hotel ("large clean room, friendly staff, poor Wifi") . He told me that he was happy there but it was difficult to find and he kept getting lost. Being honest, I think it was more his lack of directional skills than the location of the hotel. Back in my room I took the opportunity to get a few hours of sleep, ahead of another night at LA Cafe.

    I woke at 6. 30 and felt like a zombie, so had a shower to wake up. Although I like my room, the water is lukewarm and the cubicle is poorly designed so a puddle spreads across the bathroom floor every time I shower. I made a dam out of a hand towel. I got changed in to my smartest shirt, took a lift down to the ground floor and stepped out in to the warm Manila evening air.

    The time was 7 pm when I entered LA Cafe and I scored a prime seat at a table next to the door. Owen arrived shortly afterwards, soon followed by Macca, who was glowing after his afternoon with a DateinAsia girl. Her name was Bianca and prior to the trip he had chatted with her on Skype so there were no nasty surprises when he met face-to-face for the first time. He told us she was a nice looking girl but apparently "talked about God a lot". Macca thought this might mean he wouldn't get chance to get in to her knickers but he needn't have worried, he had a short-time session with her for just 1000 pesos. I don't have the patience to meet Date In Asia girls but I believe the website is a rich source of eager young cuties available at cheap prices. Macca certainly seemed happy and gleefully pointed out to Owen that he was 2 nil up when it came to girls in Philippines.

    Inevitably three handsome men like us attracted lots of attention from girls. A small girl in a tight blue dress came over. Her name was Eve and facially she was a 6/10 but she had a dazzling smile. She was a bubbly little thing and told me that she had been on holiday to Thailand ten times, which seemed to suggest that she was quite a pro. As if to prove it she stroked my leg higher and higher, before whispering "I give good massage". Macca also had company, Lily, the pretty girl he took from LA Cafe last night. She hugged up to his side and was clearly hoping for him to take her again tonight. When she went to the toilet Macca told me that although he had enjoyed last night with her, he wanted to go with a different girl tonight. When she got back he told her as tactfully as possible ("I'm tired, I not go with girl tonight") but inevitably it resulted in an awkward silence. She was no longer the same sweet, smiley girl and eventually she walked away to look for another customer. It was a shame it would tarnish Macca's memories of the great night he spent with her.

    I ordered a burger and the guys teased me that they'd never seen anyone eat a hamburger with a knife and fork before.

    Elsewhere in the bar there were loud screams as a crowd of girls gathered around three middle-aged men, presumably American given the fact that one of them was wearing a cowboy hat. They were splashing the cash big time, buying bottles of tequila and taking it in turns pouring it down girls throats from high above. They were spending a fortune and the girls loved it. These were prime targets for canny freelancers. Big spenders who would probably collapse drunk when back in the room! I noticed a few of the girls that I had seen in the Korean bar upstairs the night before, including a buxom girl with a South American face (who was wearing an over-sized baseball cap at a 45 degree angle) and also the pretty girl who looked like my friends sister. Unlike the other girls who were laughing and joking with the men, these girls stood quietly nearby, seemingly unsure of what to do. I guessed they were used to dealing with Korean customers where their beauty was enough.

    It was time for a stunning revelation. Macca and Owen told me that LA Cafe is the best bar they have ever been to. Again it's worth pointing out that these aren't giddy first-timers, they have visited Thailand many times and Owen in particular gets most of his girls from beer-bars. A comment like that from those pair meant something.

    Owen spotted a girl at the bar who he liked the look of. She was one of those coy types who looks over and then quickly looks away and then repeats the process over and over. Owen was sat in an awkward position, blocked in by various people, so he made the unprecedented step of asking Macca to talk to the girl on his behalf. It was like being in the school playground ("my mate fancies you!"). As Macca walked over, a girl tapped Owen on the shoulder and said "you like?" , pointing to her average looking friend stood nearby. "I not need help finding girl" said Owen with a smile. I couldn't resist pointing out to him that actually he did, because Macca was currently chatting a girl up on his behalf!

    I went to the toilet and there was a Filipino man handing out towels next to the sink, a pet hate of mine. Earlier in the night I'd given him a small tip but this time I walked towards the door without giving him anything. He grabbed my arm to prevent me from leaving and nodded aggressively towards the tray. I shrugged him off, gave him a glare and walked out. I'm a generous tipper but it's ridiculous that he expected me to tip every time I went to the toilet. I certainly didn't appreciate being man-handled by him.

    It was 11 pm so Owen, Macca and I decamped to the bar upstairs. We got the same table near the top of the stairs, offering us the perfect vantage point to see girls arriving. The place was busy and there was a lively atmosphere again. An excellent band were playing rock and pop cover versions, including 'Twist & Shout', 'American Pie' and 'With or Without You'. Owen and Macca ordered food. A woman nearby seemed to be bossing the younger waitresses around so Macca joked to her "I scared of you". She laughed and Macca added "If you tell me to clean toilet, I clean toilet!" Sadly she didn't ask him to.

    There were plenty of girls but most of the prettiest sat facing the Korean section, where a group of six men sat in the middle under a thick haze of cigarette smoke. The girls would sit there looking bored, but whenever a Korean man looked over they smiled enigmatically. Occasionally they'd be given the nod and would walk over, where they'd obediently sit at his side while he chatted with friends. There were some very pretty girls indeed. Every now and then one of them stood up and went downstairs to try their luck with someone else. I tried to make eye contact with them as they walked past but they weren't interested in Westerners like me.

    Owen was deep in conversation with a pretty girl called Christina. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly he gets talking to girls in bars. I scanned around and spotted a lovely girl wearing an elegant floral outfit. She smiled to me. She had a gorgeous face and a really curvy body that I couldn't help but mentally undress. I smiled and she knew she had me hooked.

    But just as I was about to invite her over to sit with me, a familiar face appeared at the top of the stairs. It was Jonalyn. She was wearing a stripy top and looked pretty once again. Although I like to go with different girls, she was special. I'd enjoyed every minute of the night before, so I was more than happy to see her. She stood at my side and hugged up to me. I teased her about her snoring (albeit quiet, ladylike snores) and she punched my arm playfully. Whenever I made her laugh she covered her mouth, self conscious about the braces on her teeth. Although she was a pretty girl, she was surprisingly shy and lacked confidence. That said, I told her that Macca is a singer in England and she took great interest in checking his videos on youtube. I asked her if she sang and held my bottle out to her like a microphone and she pretended to give it a blowjob! Not quite as shy as I thought!

    I asked her if she'd like to stay the night with me again and she said yes. I offered her 500 pesos for long-time which made her raise her eyebrows, but then added that I'd give her a 2500 peso tip if she made me smile. She laughed.

    We agreed to meet outside Amazonia in five minutes. I said goodnight to the guys and stepped out of LA Cafe on to M. H. Del Pilar Street. The small stretch leading to Amazonia usually has several persistent beggars so it's always good to have a few loose coins in your pocket. I waited for a few minutes and saw Jonalyn approaching. A bedraggled old woman walked alongside her and thrust her hand out, asking for money. Jonalyn fished around in her handbag and handed her some coins. I've noticed freelance girls from LA Cafe often do this. They might be working in a difficult profession to support their family but they're always generous, kind-hearted people.

    Back in my room we showered and then lay next to each other on the bed. She pushed me to lie on my back and then slowly kissed and licked her way down my body. I lay staring at the ceiling and thought 'I love you Philippines'. She then gave me an exceptional blowjob with lots of slow sucking and mmm's and even made an attempt at deepthroat. I watched her at work, her petite body crouched over me and her head bobbing up and down slowly. It was so good I could have let her finish me there and then but I wanted to fuck her. I put a condom on and then slid in to her tight pussy.

    When you go with a girl the second time, the sex is always better. We fucked in a variety of positions. It was slow, sensual girlfriend sex with lots of eye contact, followed by fast and frantic sex with passionate kissing. I wanted to stretch it out as long as possible. We lay on our sides and I spooned her from behind. She kissed me over her shoulder and I reached down and rubbed her clit as I continued to fuck her. Every now and then I thrust in as far as I could go and she groaned. She rode me exactly how I like, knees on the bed and tightly gripping my dick with her pussy as she rocked back and forth. As she did so, she fixed me with a sexy stare. She had tiny tits but her nipples were erect. She then adjusted her position slightly and bounced up and down on me until I came.

    We lay next to each other and chatted until late. At one point she touched my face and said "you look like clown". I must admit, it wasn't the best compliment I've ever received! I pretended to be upset but she told me that she meant I was always smiling. If you can't smile in Philippines when you're lay in bed next to a girl like Jonalyn, when can you smile? She continued to stroke my face and told me for the second time "every girl in LA Cafe like you". I joked that they like every customer, especially Koreans. "I hate Koreans, they rude" she said, before adding that Koreans don't like her very much either. I could see why in a way. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful, but Koreans like pale skin, long hair and big boobs and she had none of those things.

    I warned her about stealing too much of the bed again and she jokingly pretended to draw a line down the middle to divide the bed in half. A few minutes after the lights went off she whispered "you can come in to my half if you like". We fell asleep arm-in-arm.
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  11. #13657
    Sir Lance is always quite detailed. Welcome back.

  12. #13656
    Quote Originally Posted by SirLancelot  [View Original Post]
    Day 14, Manila.

    We curled up to each other and I'm sure I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Welcome to Philippines.
    A well-written and entertaining read. Thanks.

  13. #13655
    Great report, Sir Lancelot. And a pretty girl too.

  14. #13654

    Hong Kong / Philippines diary, day 14

    This diary is a continuation of six days I posted on the Hong Kong forum in which I explored the 141 apartment blocks. I went to China afterwards but did not post anything because I was there as a tourist and there was nothing worthwhile to report. I'll be spending two nights in Manila, then eight nights in Angeles. To give you some context for my diary I'm a 40 year old English man and this will be my third trip to Philippines.

    Day 14, Manila.

    I got to Beijing Airport early for my flight to Manila. As much as I loved Hong Kong and visiting China, this was the part of my trip I was looking forward to most. Philippines. Just mentioning the word sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.

    In previous trips to Philippines I've been flying solo but this time I would be accompanied by my friends Owen and Macca. I was looking forward to seeing them, not least because I'd been in China for one week on my own and had been surprised by the lack of English spoken. I went days without having a proper conversation! It would be Owen and Macca's first time in Philippines so I felt under pressure for them to like it. They are both Pattaya veterans and it was my stories about Philippines that inspired them to visit.

    My Cebu Pacific flight lifted off the tarmac of Beijing Airport at 1 am and I managed a few hours sleep before we touched down in Manila at 5. 30 am. Sometimes immigration and taxi queues at Ninoy Aquino can be chaotic but at this early hour I flew through. I took a metered taxi to my hotel in Ermita. After the language barriers I encountered in China it was a pleasure to have a knowledgeable and friendly taxi driver to talk to. As we drove along Roxas Boulevard the early morning sun glimmered off the shiny jeepneys and the water across Manila Bay. We turned right on to M. H Del Pilar Street and I felt a thrill when we passed LA Cafe. I'd met some fabulous girls there in previous visits to Manila. We turned right on to the narrow road next to Amazonia, left on to Mabini Street and a short distance later the taxi pulled up in front of Citystate Tower. The fare from the airport came to 202 pesos.

    In past visits I've stayed in Amazonia Hotel, purely based on its proximity to LA Cafe. However the rooms can be dark and noisy so I decided to splash out 2000 pesos a night for a room at Citystate Tower instead, which is only a five minute walk from LA Cafe. The time was 7 am and the pretty receptionist told me that I would have to wait until my room was available. I bought myself an expensive glass of orange juice from the hotel bar but before I'd taken a sip, the receptionist walked over and told me that my room was ready. It was on the 4th floor and was spacious with a king-size bed, large bathroom, a safe and a minibar. I dumped my luggage in the corner, collapsed on to the bed and fell asleep. It had been a long night of travel.

    I woke at midday. Owen and Macca would be arriving from Thailand later and we had arranged to meet at LA Cafe at 9 pm. That gave me all afternoon. I was tempted to find a girl for short-time but I had a few chores to carry out. Firstly I needed to go to Robinsons to buy a socket adapter. After the crisp temperatures of Beijing it was nice to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. Near Robinsons a short man approached with a big smile and said "Hi, I work as security at your hotel". It's a common scam in Manila that will end up with you paying for 'lady company' in a nearby bar. I fell for it on my cherry trip to Philippines, when I got taken to a bar called Red Rooster where a 'university student' sat on my knee and the bar tried to charge me 1500 pesos.

    For residents of Manila, I'm sure these malls can be gold-mines. Sit on a stool at any of the cafes, restaurants or bakeries near the entrance and make eye contact with pretty girls as they walk past and if you've got good game you can collect their phone numbers. Sadly though I didn't have time for mall-trawling on this trip. I had also ruled out the gogo bars of EDSA or P. Burgos Street as in two days we would be heading to Angeles where pretty girls are available for a fraction of the price. LA Cafe would be my hunting ground of choice.

    I spent a few hours in the internet cafe a few doors along from LA Cafe. It had halved in size since my last visit. There was only one other customer, a foxy cougar chatting on Skype to someone, presumably a former customer. The cashier was probably mid 30's but had a pretty face and the type of smile that could make grown men melt.

    By 5 pm I was getting impatient, so decided to drop in to LA Cafe for a quick beer. I was pleased to see that it has changed its name back to LA Cafe as the girls I took from there were never as pretty when it was renamed Manila Bay Cafe. I entered and was pleased to see that nothing much has changed inside. Dozens of girls sat around the bar and a pretty waitress in orange ushered me to sit at a spare stool in the middle. I ordered my first San Miguel (95 pesos) and scanned around the bar. Unattached girls caught my eye and smiled. At this time of the day the talent can be thin but the nature of any freelance joint is that there is always a gem or two waiting to be found. The majority of girls this afternoon were eager older girls aged 30 plus, but I saw a couple of pretty ones too. I was excited to be back.

    When you are on your own in places like this, it's difficult to know who is hunting who. An average looking older woman walked over and said "mind if I sit here?" and sat on a stool next to me. She fiddled about in her handbag for a while before looking over and saying "what your name?" It's often the way that the more experienced girls are the ones who have the confidence to approach single guys while the younger, prettier girls sit on their own. She fired the usual questions at me (where you from? Where you stay?) and when she detected a lack of interest she told me "I give you special massage" with a cheeky smile. I finished my beer, said goodbye and went back to my hotel.

    I had dinner at the ever popular G-Point. It has good food, live music and is another place to pick up freelance girls, albeit on a smaller scale than LA Cafe. It was 6 pm when I walked in and it was crowded with customers. There weren't many freelancers, just a few playing pool and four average girls sat at a table in the middle. One of them was a 2/10 but had massive natural tits that wobbled suggestively every time she shifted in her seat. I sat on the only free table and ordered food. The menu had lots of western food including a range of steaks and kebabs, as well as popular Asian dishes. Country and western music played as I ate. A bell rang and moments later a waitress placed another bottle of San Miguel in front of me. You can see why this bar is popular when they look after their customers with free drinks! By 7 pm the place was packed but unlike LA Cafe customers comfortably outnumbered girls. There were perhaps 25 available freelancers, most of whom were probably over 30. There were some foxy ones though. One particularly fine specimen walked past in a figure-hugging red dress and sat next to a man with silver hair.

    Some loud music started to play and five waitresses did a dance routine in the middle of the bar. I'd forgotten how much Filipino girls love to dance. They each wore black and white polka dot dresses and a few of them were pretty. The best looking was at the front and seemed to be the lead dancer. A girl who can dance that well must be dynamite in the bedroom.

    At 8 pm I went to LA Cafe. It's funny, in the past few weeks I'd visited the Great Wall and Forbidden City in Beijing, seen giant pandas in Chengdu and some of the most spectacular scenery I've ever seen in Guilin, not to forget the sights, sounds and smells of Hong Kong, yet the part of this trip I was looking forward to most was seeing Owen and Macca in a seedy bar in Manila! They arrived together and it was great to see them again. We clinked bottles of beer and they told me about their holiday so far. They'd enjoyed their time in Pattaya but were excited to be in Philippines for the first time. They were like kids in a toy-shop, looking around at all of the girls who met their glances with a smile.

    There were some nice girls. Macca got chatting with a girl called Anna, sat on the next table, and on a stool opposite there was a small girl with an average face but a huge rack. Although I like to think I'm a cut above neanderthal man, I couldn't stop staring. Three middle-aged Japanese men sat at a spare table and a crowd of girls gathered around and lavished them with attention. Japanese and Korean customers are the golden ticket for girls in places like this. Big spenders with low sex drive. So the girls tell me anyway.

    At 11 pm we went to the bar upstairs where a band was playing. It costs 100 pesos to enter but is generally where the prettier girls can be found. To the right is a large open bar that seems predominantly for Korean and Japanese customers. They sit smoking in the middle and maybe a dozen pretty girls sit on the sidelines, hoping to be summoned. It all seemed very cold and clinical. Surely going to a bar to pick up girls should be fun? No-one was smiling and it seemed very joyless. One of the girls was fabulous. She was small with pale skin and an hourglass figure but she only had eyes for a table of four Koreans.

    The bar on the other side of the stairs is much better. The band was excellent and there was a lively, fun atmosphere. Girls were gathered in groups and met my gaze whenever I looked over. It's what I like to call a 'target-rich environment'. Which was just as well because it was getting late and we were all keen to find a girl. The hunt was on.

    Macca got chatting with a cute young girl named Lily. She was a smiley little thing so he offered her a drink but regretted it when he found out he'd been charged a hefty 350 pesos for a small shot of tequila. Lady-drinks are always marked up but that is ridiculous! Owen got talking to a nice looker called Grace who was wearing a blue dress. Two cocktails appeared on our table in Martini glasses and everyone clinked glasses. Both lady-drink bills got placed in to the same cup and I knew that Owen and Macca would end up arguing about the chit when it came time to pay!

    With Owen and Macca happily paired up, I needed to find a girl of my own. My favourite was a lovely looking girl with pale skin and westernised facial features. She reminded me of my friends out-of-bounds younger sister back in England so it would be like forbidden fruit fucking her. But sadly she was only interested in the Korean customers and I couldn't catch her eye.

    Two girls walked to the top of the stairs, one of whom was beautiful with dark skin and long curly hair. She had a pretty face with big blowjob lips and wore a tight white dress with 'raw like sushi' written in big black letters. She had a sensational body. She reminded of 'Amazonian Princess', a girl I met in LA Cafe several years ago who provided me with some of the best sex I've ever had. I caught her eye and said "Hi" and she walked over. Her name was Ace which I thought was appropriate. I offered her a drink but she explained that girls can only stay upstairs if they have a lady-drink and since her friend didn't have one, she had to go downstairs. "Unless you buy friend drink too?" she said hopefully. As sexy as Ace was, I didn't want to subsidise her friends evening. I considered going downstairs with her but I wasn't picking up good vibes. She seemed a hard-core pro, working the room.

    By midnight there were lots of girls upstairs and a good percentage were pretty (they say that cream rises to the top!) . Girls have to pay to enter the bar upstairs so it generally means better quality as these girls are confident they can recoup their entrance fee.

    I spotted a very pretty girl sat on a table behind me with a Posh Spice haircut. She was wearing a cute black and white dress and had an air of elegance about her. She wasn't flirting with every customer who looked over, she was just sitting there talking to her friend. She saw me looking, gave me a barely discernible smile and returned her attention to her friend. I interpreted this as lack of interest but I was wrong. A few minutes later she changed positions and was stood between me and the band, directly in my line of vision. I smiled and this time she smiled back warmly. She had braces on her teeth. I called her over.

    She was prettier up close and looked younger than she had appeared from a distance. Her name was Jonalyn and she was 26. Within a few minutes of chatting with her I knew I'd found my girl for the night. She wasn't just pretty, she had a playful sense of humour and whenever I made her laugh she pinched me on the nose. "I think all of the girls like you" she said to me and hugged me defensively (she was wrong of course, half of the girls only had eyes for the Koreans!) When I asked why she said "you juicy!" before pinching me painfully on the nose again.

    I asked her if she'd like to stay the night with me and she nodded. I had done some research so instead of asking her how much, I told her I would give her 2500 pesos which seemed a fair price given the quality of girl. I know girls can be acquired for cheaper but prettier girls command higher prices and I suspected Jonalyn would laugh in my face if I opened negotiations with 1500. Also experience has taught me that although it's possible to get girls cheaper with some hard bargaining, it often results in inferior service in the bedroom. I added my trademark line "plus tip if you make me smile" and she laughed. Deal done. I told Owen and Macca that I was leaving. Macca was also about to leave with his girl Lily but Owen had decided not to take Grace. He told me that she had been weird with him, chastising him for the way he waved her over from the next table. It seemed a strange thing for her to say, after all, I called Jonalyn over in exactly the same way. "I'll find a girl downstairs instead" he said.

    Jonalyn and I walked hand-in-hand back to Citystate Tower. Earlier when I checked in to my room I had noticed an A4 sheet of 'house rules' on the back of the door and was concerned to read 'No guests after 10 pm'. I was amazed. Surely every hotel in Ermita allows overnight guests, especially those close to LA Cafe! I held my breath as Jonalyn and I passed the security guards outside. If anyone stopped us I was prepared to offer a small bribe or, worst case scenario, go to a nearby hotel like Amazonia. But thankfully no-one said anything and we passed security and the reception desk without trouble.

    In my room we chatted for half an hour and once again I remembered why I love Philippines so much. The girls speak such good English you can have a proper conversation and get to know them better. As much as I love Thailand, sometimes the same old conversations get tiresome. And in places like Hong Kong the conversation can be non-existent! It made me smile thinking back to the chat I had with Yukie in the Tung Choi apartment block, in which we painstakingly typed each message in to a translation app on her phone. Romantic!

    "I go shower" Jonalyn said. Ten minutes later she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and that was my cue to wash myself. She was still wrapped in a towel when I lay next to her on the bed. There was a little bit of tension in the air as she waited for me to make the first move, that suggested she hadn't been working at LA Cafe for long. She was a fabulous kisser, soft and sensual, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. I knew I was in for a good time. Soon her towel lay discarded at the bottom of the bed. She had a slim body with flawless brown skin and small tits. "These too small" she said apologetically but I disagreed. Although I like big tits, small breasts can be cute too.

    I put a condom on and she gasped as I slowly slid in to her tight pussy. I fucked her gently at first but it had been over a week since my last girl and before long I was fucking her as hard and fast as I could. I manoeuvred her on to her side and fucked her from behind as she kissed me over her shoulder, then she rode me as I held her small tits. This was the kind of girlfriend sex I love. We tried a number of different positions and for half an hour we couldn't get enough of each other, kissing each other almost constantly. In Hong Kong I'd struggled to find the girlfriend experience but I knew Philippines wouldn't let me down. She rode me to a climax and then she lay on top of me as we struggled to get our breaths back. I love it when you stay inside your girl after you have fucked her. She laid on top of me, hard nipples on my chest and her pussy tightly grippped my twitching dick.

    It was a great session and the perfect appetiser for the ten days that lay ahead in Philippines.

    We curled up to each other and I'm sure I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Welcome to Philippines.
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  15. #13653

    Hmmm

    I landed in Manila about 7 pm not long ago on a Sunday night. Had a car waiting for me. Got to AC at 10,10:30. Got settled, went to Pony tails I think. Didn't get a girl, went to Eruptions and got a nice lady for $3000,it was very late..... Also, My car was $2700 to AC, I took a bus to Manila, $600 or $650, cancelled car to airport, took a girl with me and had a ball in with her for a night. I say go t AC unless u just want some stuff in Manila. Like I said had a ball, gave the saved money to the girl

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