Angeles City

My session with Jean had been a full one, but in combination with getting some dinner at Central Park's rooftop restaurant it gave me a much later start on my night's activities than I had wanted. In particular, I had wanted to check out Aura bar, which got rave reviews on the angelescity2014 blog. The warning from the blogger, however, was that one had to get there early, before the largely Korean clientele took out all the talent. Alas, I wandered in at around 11 PM, and there was one mediocre girl dancing on stage and three or four unoccupied ones sitting at a table. I had clearly missed my chance, and so finished my beer and left Aura.

Thus began some wandering up and down Walking Street. While it's fun to check out various bars, it causes my brain, which has trouble deciding on things, to hurt. After stopping into, among other places, Texas (some cute girls, having fun on stage), Grand Pharaoah (dramatic stage and bikini girls), Nemesis (very crowded, lots of girls; I had barfined a girl from there in 2013 when it was Genesis), I still had not made up my mind on what to do.

So I headed over to a bar a bit closer to my hotel, Las Vegas. This had also been written up on the blog in the last year. I had remembered its garish outside decoration from past trips to Angeles. Inside the decor was worn and the theme dated, but the important thing was the talent. As I had read, the girls were some of the nicest I saw on my trip so far. Some dressed in tight, sexy skirts with thigh-high boots, and danced to a mesmerizing syncopated routine. Between their sets, a troupe of hip-hop dancers, girls in t-shirts and tight shorts, accompanied by a couple of male dancers; they were excellent. Las Vegas lived up to the reputation of its namesake as far as top-flight entertainment.

But it was getting late, after 1 AM now, and I had no-one lined up to spend the night with. For assistance I turned to the waitress serving my drinks. She sat next to me at a table at the rear and gave her input on which dancers were available. The tall, European girl who looked like she came from Spanish royalty? Didn't do long time. The gorgeous, caramel-haired one with very Asian features? That was her Korean boyfriend at the table over there. The super-cute super-tiny hip-hop dancer? She was a cherry girl. One by one my options dwindled as I learned the problems with each girl.

Frustrated, I glanced over to the waitress sitting next to me, and noticed her sexy legs extending from her schoolgirl skirt. And her cute face too, with its very Asian features and alluring beauty mark. Despite the schoolgirl uniform she wore for her waitressing duties, she was not very young (24 years old as it turned out), which has been something of a sweet spot for me in terms of age: young looks combined with enough experience.

So I took a gamble and asked if waitresses could be barfined, specifically her. She said yes, but could I wait until 3 AM when the bar closed. After we now made our formal introductions, I agreed to pay Emz (for Emily) the going 2,500 barfine rate even though it would not technically be a barfine after hours, because I saw no reason to save a few dollars at her expense. I sat through another hour or so of the dancing and then headed to my hotel to order some room service food to be ready when she arrived. I had wondered if she would come in her schoolgirl outfit, but instead she came dressed in a jeans skirt and hoodie, and she looked great in just that.

After eating, I invited Emz to join me for a bath. The bathroom was one of the highlights of the room at Central Park, with its glass wall that permitted a view inside (curtain available when privacy desired), classy decor, good mood lighting options, big bathtub, and plenty of hot water. As Emz climbed into the tub on top of me I knew our night together would be special, because she basically attacked me. Lying on top of me, she nearly asphyxiated me with a powerful kiss, and sucked on my neck like a crazed vampire. She treated my dick to a little bit of that, too.

More of the same followed when I led her to the bed. Emz kissed me with a passion and physical intensity I seldom experienced before. She clawed my back as I mounted her in missionary, ignoring the condoms on the bedside table. When she took over in cowgirl she bent over to kiss me, and I clasped her ass cheeks as she bucked wildly up and down, as I pulled her in strongly on every downthrust. Resuming missionary, as I was coming into the homestretch I asked Emz if she wanted me to put on a condom before cumming, and she desperately groaned no, as I emptied my load into her vagina.

Exhausted from sex and the late hour, we collapsed into sleep, lying naked in each other's arms. This only lasted until early morning light, and morning wood, roused me. I nuzzled Emz's neck and stroked her delicate breasts and soon we were fucking wildly again. Another round of sleep was again followed by more sweat and the exchange of other bodily fluids.

By now early afternoon, it was time to clean up so we extracted ourselves from the bed and made our way to the shower. This was maybe my favorite aspect of the room at Central Park, a big glass cube with a huge showerhead that drenched you in a rainforest-like deluge, and jets of water that sprayed from the side. As we got increasingly soaked I pushed Emz against the wall and kissed her intensely. As I pulled away the sight of her long black hair dripping water down, eyes wide and mouth open with emotion, was as powerful and sensual a sight as I could remember. I grabbed my cock, again hard by now, and rubbed the head against her pussy lips. I then quickly turned her around, bent her over and grasped her beautiful ass cheeks as I slid my dick into her pussy for a few thrusts, my hips bucking involuntarily as the water poured down on us.

Even encounters like these must come to an end, so Emz and I dried off and dressed, and shared a farewell lunch together. We came back to my room for her to get her bag, and lay down on the bed and kissed lightly, both knowing that she had to go to get ready for the day's work, and I my own plans. After Emz left, I received the routine call from the front desk staff checking that everything was allright; it really felt appropriate when the clerk told me "Sir, your girlfriend is leaving".

My time with Emz was very reminiscent of a total GFE contact I had on my last trip to Angeles, in summer 2013. At that time, I decided to venture off Fields and try a place I had seen recommended, Treasure Island on Santos Street. It was an afternoon visit, and once my eyes got adjusted to the darkness they settled on a slender dancer in Daisy Duke shorts and t-shirt, clearly in her mid-20's but intriguing to me. I sat next to her and bought her a lady drink, and soon our chit-chat made it apparent that I needed to take her out. Hanibelle's intelligence was obvious, and the fact that she spend half the week in Manila at culinary school made me really want to cook something up with her.

We went over to my room in nearby Pacific Breeze, where Hanibelle took control in a way I hadn't experienced before. After showering Hanibelle left the bathroom wearing nothing but one of my button-down shirts, the first time I had ever been treated to that sexy move. She crawled onto the bed and over me, teasing me all the while as I got her out of my clothing. After sucking me she lay back in missionary, and expressed surprise when I condomed up, the first time she claimed to have had that happen! I was fine with wearing it and soon slid my dick into Hanibelle's wet pussy. Here she took control again, as she basically fucked me, not the other way around although I was on top: Hanibelle bucked her hips powerfully so she was the main driver of the action, raising her pussy up to capture my cock. It was really something new for me, and a sweaty session full of passionate, deep kissing.

Predictably hungry afterward, we took a long walk hand in hand, up to Perimeter to find a place to eat. This felt so much like a date to me, so I wanted to find the right place. We eventually settled on the poolside restaurant at Angeles Beach Club, where we fed each other and shared good conversation. It was possibly the most date-like experience I had ever had with a working girl. We triked back to Pacific Breeze and topped the night off with another energetic about of sex before Hanibelle had to head out, needing a good night's sleep before school the next day. While I would have liked to spend the night with her I understood (and was able to find other company for later that night anyway, Babylynn from Raymond Street). I had some regrets that I did not look for Hanibelle on my most recent visit, but I figured the chances of finding her would have been slim and take up my valuable, limited time; and as it turned out Emz was a fine proxy this time around.

Back to the recent past, this January: I was happy that I opted for Central Park's late checkout option, half the room price for a 6 PM departure, since this gave me a base for afternoon activities. I was deeply moved by Emz, but I am no mongering monogamist, and I had a big, empty bed in a fancy hotel to make use of for a few more hours. Time was fleeting, however, as by the time I got over to Fields it was after 3 PM, giving me less than 3 hours to use that room before my late checkout ended.

I dropped into half a dozen or so bars on Fields, whichever were open, basically. The common denominator I noticed was that selection was weak. At a number of places, like Red and Shipwrecked, there were young-looking girls available, but I had doubts about establishing good rapport with them as well as about their sexual skills (and maybe even their age). And in the end they were appealing for their youth more than their inherent good looks. So I went back to Viking, half of my mind hoping to find Jean to take her out, and the other hoping for a new girl. Jean was indeed on stage but I could not make up my mind so I stepped out again; within a few minutes I came to my senses and realized that it would be impossible to replicate with another girl the fantastic sex that Jean and I had the day before, certainly with so little time to play with.

So I returned to Viking and told the waitress from the day before that I would be barfining Jean, plucking her just as she was summoned to another guy's table for a lady drink. I guess I had dibs, and so after she got changed Jean and I headed out, again walking separately so as to avoid the gaze of the mamasan at Shipwrecked.

Back at the room we resumed where we had left off, with passionate kissing and a toe-curling blow job from Jean. Her lips were truly a wonder of nature. We got to fucking and I was taken by surprise when we moved into missionary, and Jean insisted "fuck me hard. " I always assumed that the smaller Pinays required more gentle handling, but apparently not in all cases! The familiarity from the repeat session had made all the difference in this closing encounter's success. To make the trip to Angeles really end on a high note, I took Jean out for dinner to Swiss Inn, where my comfort food favorite, pork cordon bleu awaited, and I walked this cutie back to Fields under my umbrella, protecting her from the rain, and we parted with a kiss. It turned out to be an ideal end to my Philippines trip.

[QUOTE=FastEddie48;1699153]To Street looker.

What so fun about that I refer laying on the beach of Bali or Borocay watching girl go by ,3 week in AC is just too damn long for me I get bored after 3 days just not enough thing to do at AC for me.

Fast eddie 48.[/QUOTE]Almost everyone I have ever met or talked to says the same thing about AC has you have. Boring with not enough things to do. However most guys do not appreciate the art of doing nothing and must be entertained at all times. I have the ability to waste many days doing nothing but sleeping and sitting by the pool at the hotel It takes years to master this art.

[QUOTE=KiwiBoy;1699252]Was that you using wechat at Kokomoes?[/QUOTE]I rarely use the internet while I am in AC. I got a long fine without it 28 yrs ago (1st AC trip in 1987) and I get along without it now. Don; t ever use a cell phone there either. Anonymity.

[QUOTE=Streetlooker;1700001]Almost everyone I have ever met or talked to says the same thing about AC has you have. Boring with not enough things to do. However most guys do not appreciate the art of doing nothing and must be entertained at all times. I have the ability to waste many days doing nothing but sleeping and sitting by the pool at the hotel It takes years to master this art.[/QUOTE]I agree, doing nothing is an acquired skill. Its harder to do nothing, than do something. Well done, congratulations.

[QUOTE=Streetlooker;1700001]It takes years to master this art.[/QUOTE]The more fortunate of us get paid to learn it: I worked for the government!

Yes, I agree that's it's a skill requiring a vast degree of patience, inner peace, and a profound other worldly talent of perfecting the art of laziness.

Since I worked for the government several times in my career in a consulting capacity, I found that gave me excellent background in doing nothing while appearing to be busy. Type A personalities need not apply.

[QUOTE=Streetlooker;1700001]Almost everyone I have ever met or talked to says the same thing about AC has you have. Boring with not enough things to do. However most guys do not appreciate the art of doing nothing and must be entertained at all times. I have the ability to waste many days doing nothing but sleeping and sitting by the pool at the hotel It takes years to master this art.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Streetlooker;1700001]Almost everyone I have ever met or talked to says the same thing about AC has you have. Boring with not enough things to do. However most guys do not appreciate the art of doing nothing and must be entertained at all times. I have the ability to waste many days doing nothing but sleeping and sitting by the pool at the hotel It takes years to master this art.[/QUOTE]And let us not forget how many empty hours can be productively frittered away while engaging in inane conversations with equally indolent expats staying at the hotel, many of whom are also engaged in honing their whiling away time skills. My problem is not the fact that here's jothing to do; like many of you I too have served our government in a consulting capacity and have well developed lethargy skills. My problem is fearing that after 3-4 days of total emptiness my brain will turn permanently into pudding.

GE.

[QUOTE=GoodEnough;1700071]And let us not forget how many empty hours can be productively frittered away while engaging in inane conversations with equally indolent expats staying at the hotel, many of whom are also engaged in honing their whiling away time skills. My problem is not the fact that here's jothing to do; like many of you I too have served our government in a consulting capacity and have well developed lethargy skills. My problem is fearing that after 3-4 days of total emptiness my brain will turn permanently into pudding.

GE.[/QUOTE]GE, too true. Most conversations center around:

The best places to eat in Angeles -that discussion is usually very brief.

Cheapest hot dog stand.

Where can one buy Loperamide.

Which day of the week will one get the best exchange rate.

Where is Samar.

My time in the military.

Who is in town and who is not.

The Runner last night.

Who that other dumb ass sitting over there is wearing that tee shirt.

The waitress,

How my Filipina girlfriend is unbelievably sweet and totally dedicated to me and how she was forced to have her two kids by a very bad Filipino.

Where to get my shoe fixed.

The cheapest flight to Bangkok.

Best billiard table.

Best bar,

Where & when is the next bar show with free finger food.

Free drink tickets.

Latest World News: latest bar raid.

Best San Miguel.

Last trip to Subic. How very different the girls are there compared with Angeles.

Hard not to be a pudding in Angeles!

[QUOTE=Streetlooker;1700001]Almost everyone I have ever met or talked to says the same thing about AC has you have. Boring with not enough things to do. [/QUOTE]There's loads of stuff to do in AC if you have a creative mind and explore.

[QUOTE=Streetlooker;1700001]doing nothing but sleeping and sitting by the pool at the hotel [/QUOTE]It all depends on the reason why we visit places like AC.

For me, it's about getting away from my work and home to be in a place I can relax if I wanted to or go all out and be a non stop party animal. I've stayed in AC for weeks at a time and never felt truly bored. I'm there to get away from the stress of my job and just relax by the pool or go and watch the girls. It's the only reason why I'm in AC.

Have not been back to AC in the last year.

Have the Santos or Raymond bars improved? Or they still dying a slow death?

Last time I was there yr ago only one bar open on Santos with 3 fruglies working.

Raymond St was mainly closed except for 1-2 bars with 2 fruglies in each bar and none under 30 yrs old.

Not sure if things have improved but I figured it couldn't be any worst than what I saw last time.

[QUOTE=Sharka;1700416]Have not been back to AC in the last year.

Have the Santos or Raymond bars improved? Or they still dying a slow death?

Last time I was there yr ago only one bar open on Santos with 3 fruglies working.

Raymond St was mainly closed except for 1-2 bars with 2 fruglies in each bar and none under 30 yrs old.

Not sure if things have improved but I figured it couldn't be any worst than what I saw last time.[/QUOTE]Yes the bar raids before was the last nail in the coffin. Passed by Santos ones, number of times couple of weeks ago. Dead, dead, dead.

And it might be they do nothing on the premises since raids, too. Concept has been destroyed by raids.

[QUOTE=Sharka;1700416]Have not been back to AC in the last year.

Have the Santos or Raymond bars improved? Or they still dying a slow death?

Last time I was there yr ago only one bar open on Santos with 3 fruglies working.

Raymond St was mainly closed except for 1-2 bars with 2 fruglies in each bar and none under 30 yrs old.

Not sure if things have improved but I figured it couldn't be any worst than what I saw last time.[/QUOTE]Currently 2 bars open on Raymond and at least 3 on Santos. All run day / night shifts but girls will drift in and out and some may not show up every day. So depending upon when you visit you may or may not find something to your liking but IMHO one can usually find someone fuckable. YMMV of course.

[QUOTE=Sharka;1700416]Have not been back to AC in the last year.

Have the Santos or Raymond bars improved? Or they still dying a slow death?

Last time I was there yr ago only one bar open on Santos with 3 fruglies working.

Raymond St was mainly closed except for 1-2 bars with 2 fruglies in each bar and none under 30 yrs old.

Not sure if things have improved but I figured it couldn't be any worst than what I saw last time.[/QUOTE]In Angeles bars come and bars go. Irrespective of new rules and regulations, bar raids, arresting of girls, mama sans and managers and owners Angeles city as a monger in destination will stay. Only way it will die is if they close all the bars and venues.

Angeles city has developed from a not well known secret when I first visited there early nineties into a very well known destination. Too many people are entirely dependent one way or another the way it is. Whole economy runs on visiting tourists be it be bars, girls, massages, hotels, restaurants, shopping etc.

As far girls there is a continuous supply from myriad of places in Philippines. When I go to provinces almost everybody has heard of Angeles city. So much so many of the normal girls I have met want me to take them to Angeles city to see what it is. I have taken couple of girls but they hated it.

As for your query nobody can really give you a right answer about which bars are open, which bars has good looking girls, which BJ bars are open etc. You need to hit the road yourself and see.