20th Floor Windows Didn't Open. No Choice But Get Laid.
WOW! I KNEW that others were as interested as I in whether I got laid! Talk about performance anxiety! Thanks a lot!
When last seen I was trying to pack a shipping container of stuff into the closet safe. I even pondered figuring out how to re-enable my laptop's camera to use for surveillance. I was running scared.
The night came and went. Our agreed upon tryst time was 2 PM to ensure I would be in my new room and some family of four just checking out didn't get a surprise. "Honey, take the kids down to the car. I got to check one last thing in the room. ".
Around noon I got a text asking is all was still okay. Yes, we were still on. At quarter to two a text popped up. She was going to be late. How about 2:30? Fine.
Then the flood started. I got or sent a total of forty three texts, some of them, I think, intended for someone else. I had bought a 100 pesos load even though there was a 30 pesos one available. Good thing: I would have run out of credit two thirds of the way through the deluge. There were room verifications, another offer for two girls to be refused, time updates (still 2:30) and queries about paying the trike fare. The last subject was sort of funny: I asked how much. She replied 250 p because it was really far. Yeah, right. But I agreed – it wasn't going to break me. So, with that knowledge she presumably flagged a trike and headed my way. And less than five minutes later I got the last text: "I'm here", followed by a call from the front desk. Yeah – really far!
In the middle of those texts was one which used the word "wee" when one would have expected "I", so I had a suspicion. Sure enough, the elevator opened and there were two girls in it, and the second looked really familiar: Miss Painted Ass from two days ago. I guess that, like in Massage Girl Talk, "no" means something entirely different from conventional English usage. I didn't fight it, but I did get a jab in: I said that I barely had enough to cover the two, but I did have the extra because I was planning on tipping Miss Shy above and beyond the agreed upon price (which I had, contingent on good service, though I was certainly not planning to tip her as much as I said), so she was aware that she was going to make less money that she would have if she had come solo, so she would have to negotiate with Painted Ass about that.
So that was another red flag: Deception. But despite a virtual forest of those flags a weird thing happened: They turned out to be borderline GFE and honest to the point of asking permission to open minibar items even after I offered drinks from there.
The shower-together thing did not even have to be negotiated: They initiated it, though there was an oddity about it: Shower together turned out to mean "Shower with Painted Ass while the original target spent almost the entire shower time pissing on the toilet and rinsing the hell out of her coochie with the sprayer. " She was sitting there for five minutes. Did I really want anything to do with something that took that much cleaning?
Things moved to the bed. Both sucked (in the good way), though not at the same time, (so not in the really good way). Basic average BBBJ's, especially disappointing after my discovery of the Tongue From Heaven at the Black Pearl. They suggested boom-boom. I said that we could give it shot, though my little guy's aversion to condoms bode ill for the attempt. Painted Ass handled the boys as her friend mounted.
It actually worked pretty well, which I attribute equally to her hotness and my first experience with Trojan Magnums. No, they aren't as incredibly thin as the Okamoto products, but they also don't feel like they are trying to pack a bratwurst into a Vienna Sausage casing. Okay, that is not really an accurate description of the situation: It should have started with Vienna Sausage and compared it to something smaller, but a smaller item escapes me right now. In other words, I'm not swinging major wurst down there, but the Okamotos are still tight.
The problem was that since I had somehow ended up with two girls, I was expected to boom-boom each of them and (a) Painted Ass was not as appealing bouncing up and down (thank God she didn't go for reverse cowgirl) and (b) I had only left out one Magnum (the experiment) along with a couple of Okamotos. So both pluses of the first rider became minuses of the second. With the Okamoto things went limp fast. No problem: There was some mouth-to-something else resuscitation and things stood back to attention. I could have dug out some more Magnums but rather fancy hand and mouth action, even if not as expertly conducted as in my awesome Black Pearling of a few nights earlier. So for the next fifteen or twenty minutes there was great attention paid to my member as various female parts were tended to by my hands and mouth. A satisfactory ending ensued and it was shower time again.
They tarried for a little bit, sipping from the minibar and chatting a little. Chatting was not their strong suit. In fact, I think that one of the reasons for the insistence on two girls was that Painted Ass pretty much had to translate, and even her English was marginal. She did enjoy my sex video, though, probably because after actual sex with me anything else, including sex during a root canal operation, would seem f*cking fantastic. I should clarify that I was not actually in the video: It was two flying squirrels shot by my security cameras. I would need a much wider angle lens if I were starring.
After they left something got clarified: As I tidied up I found, in addition to various condoms and wrappers, one of the hotel's complimentary razors. The little fox had NOT been peeing and cleaning: She had been shaving down there. I'm not really into the whole [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord117][CodeWord117][/url] thing so I wasn't staring intently, or I might have offered to help. Damn!
That more or less concluded the festivities for this visit. There was a bit of collect in advance karma when I lost the SIM card for my phone after putting it in a really good place when I installed the Philippine one. I realized it was lost after changing rooms. As I went out for food I asked at the desk if it had been turned in even though I knew the answer: The maid was quite aware of my room change and would have known to bring it to me. No, it had not been found. The desk woman said the maid would go look. "Excuse me, Sir, would you mind getting off of those hookers for a moment so I can look for a SIM card?
Holy shit! She found it! My guess is that the next guest was coming in on a night flight, so the room was undisturbed and searchable. The SIM was where I sort of remembered putting it: In the safe. I had it there not for safety but because it would stand out against the carpeting in it. Apparently it did not do that so well. I tipped the crap out of the maid, so she got well compensated for not doing a very thorough cleaning job in the first place.
The karma? Twenty four hours later at the Seattle airport I came across a phone sitting on a bench and turned it in to the authorities.
So that was the trip: No 20th floor skydiving for me: I got laid one more time than I did last visit, plus there were the Black Pearl activities. Was I getting laid hourly? No, but I do enjoy AC, though it is a distant third for me after a tie between Bangkok and Pattaya. I've only been to Subic to dive with dolphins but I believe I'll take Mr. Bumpo's suggestion and give it a whirl next time. I loathe Manila so much that I can't see trying there despite the reported hotness available.
I should probably reverse my usual Thailand-then-Philippines flow due to my preference for the former so I don't find myself with vivid memories of the previous stop and finding the present lacking. I should also bring the seat cushion equivalent of spike strips to deploy on either side of me to ward off massage girls and waitresses.
I don't even think about the costs in my comparisons of the two as I generally overpay, anyway. It all has to do with mongering preferences. As noted, I not only do not seek GFE, I actually sort of avoid it. I'm one of Sxxxx's "slam, bam, thank you mam" guys. GFE (versus PSE, not saying that it is universal) rules in the Phils, but there is enough other action available to draw me. On the other hand, if you just want wild sex, possibly involving some licking where the sun don't shine, I find that Thailand has the edge with oilies and the like. It never took me three days to end up in bed with two young things there, but remember that I rarely BF so I cannot honestly compare that: My ineptness could have easily led to that fiasco in Thailand as well.
It is 0°F outside. Suddenly all that sweating of the last few weeks doesn't seem as bad as it did at the time.
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Poor Oosik, We Hardly Knew Ye.
I have it on good authority that this is all that's left of Oosik after his return to the US.
Girls not forced to go with customers
[QUOTE=ChochaMonger;1800722] ........................bar owners and the mamasans .............. Some mamasans are so skittish that they now refer all customer inquiries regarding possibility of bar fine and compensation to the particular girl in question stating that it is up to the girl. This means customer satisfaction, or dissatisfaction now rests solely in the hands of the girl. ............................................[/QUOTE]Well, that's good to know. Should result in less 'runners' and better attitudes from the customers. Too, don't you think.
Didn't know before they were forced to go with the guys.
Another ROD by Chocha.
Advice for 1st time AC visitor
Hi all,
I read several dozen pages of this forum, and used search. Indy's 6 day report was very helpful. But still a few remaining questions for a 1st time visitor to AC and PI:
1. Is it better to exchange cash via a regular bank or a money exchanger like Norma's?
2. Do the girls usually speak some English? Thing is if we do LT, I'd imagine it'd be quite boring between the sessions if she doesn't.
3. Is mid to end of Jan. A pretty good time to go? The climate seems to be very reasonable at this time.
TIA