Day 4: Baccara with a bang
(This diary continues from the Manila thread).
I had enjoyed Manila but was excited to be heading to Angeles, one of my favourite adult playgrounds.
After packing I met Macca outside New Coast Hotel, a few blocks away. It's a 5 star hotel that scores highly on Tripadvisor but Macca said he was underwhelmed and it was nothing special. He paid 4000 pesos a night but at least he had a window in his room!
He'd negotiated a fixed rate fare of 3000 baht plus tolls to take us to Angeles, from a driver he'd used the day before. It was a pleasant two hour journey. The driver left his meter on which reached 1435 pesos, so I guess the 3000 fare was about right given his return trip.
I'm staying at Wild Orchid Lagoon and I'm delighted with my room. Firstly it has a window, a safe and aircon that doesn't sound like a 737 is landing in my room, a step up from my hotel in Manila. The room is clean and spacious but I must admit the main reason I booked it is the mirror next to the bed. It cost me 3500 pesos per night.
The best thing about Wild Orchid is its proximity to Fields Avenue. It's located on A Santos Street, just a two minute walk from Kokomos, where I arranged to meet Macca. On that short walk I passed an outstandingly pretty freelancer, standing opposite the trikes. I can barely recall seeing a streetwalker so pretty. I plan to dip my toe in to the freelancer scene while in Angeles but tonight it was all about the gogos.
We got prime seats at Kokomos and enjoyed catching up over a beer and fried rice. We saw lots of pretty girls walking past and some beauties leaving XS opposite with customers.
But we decided to start our gogo crawl with a visit to Dollhouse as we both have good memories of the place. I've barfined three girls over the years from this bar (including a hottie who sang 'I'm sexy and I know it' as she got changed the morning after) and Macca came within an inch of lining up the threesome of all threesomes, with a stunner called Maike and her best friend Bella, the prettiest girl in the bar.
Our high expectations came plummeting down to earth as soon as we pushed through the curtains. The stage was filled with ten older, average girls wearing sparkly dresses. A few of them it was hard to believe ever got barfined. But of course it's always worth waiting for the next dance shift and soon the stage was crowded with younger girls, including several contenders for a ladydrink at least. A slim girl with fake tits and big blowjob lips caught my attention, as well as a small Chinese looking girl with pale skin and short hair.
Would Viking give us the horn? The outside of the bar looks like a pirate ship and inside the stage was crowded with girls, standing shoulder to shoulder. They were all probably in their 20's and there were a few that caught my eye, including a lovely girl wearing a tight white top with big boobs. 'This is what it's all about' declared Macca by way of approval.
But then it went downhill fast. Star Wars music blared out and the stage quickly cleared of girls so an older ladyboy could lip-sync 'I Will Always Love You'. When that finished five average older girls slow-danced to two more songs. I quite admire how these bars try to include everyone (and Filipina girls love to perform) but for someone like me, on the lookout for a girl to barfine, it was 15 minutes wasted.
Fortunately the younger girls returned, doing a catwalk style routine, each taking it in turns to walk up and down the stage. A lovely girl in a white dress smiled in my direction several times, a definite maybe for either later tonight or another night.
Next we decided to go to Atlantis, another bar I have fond memories of. It used to be the number one bar in Angeles in my opinion but sadly I was disappointed. The main stage was filled with an average selection of girls, looking bored. Some had their arms folded and I don't blame them, the music was some of the worst I've ever heard in a gogo bar. Death metal is not going to get girls dancing!
There were just enough lookers to make me think this is a bar that might be worth coming back to. On the balcony overlooking the stage I saw a pretty girl with blonde frizzy hair and a sexy girl with black PVC boots.
Macca wanted us to try Brown Sugar next but it was dead. A girl at the door had to clap to get the four girls on stage moving.
We backtracked and a nice girl tried to pull me in to Arabesque. I was put off by the name, it conjures images of shish pipes and deafening music, like the old Arab Quarter in Pattaya.
Speaking of Thailand, Baccara is a famous name in their gogo scene (the one on soi Cowboy was renowned for having the prettiest girls), so we decided to give Walking Street's Baccara a go. It looked promising from the street with lots of girls sat outside. Inside four girls were dancing topless, with only black tape sparing their blushes. The waitress pointed me to a seat next to a lovely looking girl who I immediately got chatting to.
Disclaimer time. In previous Angeles diaries I used the actual names of the girls. I figured they deserved it if it threw a few extra customers their way. But some fuckwit from this forum decided to track down each of the girls I mentioned and tell them they'd been written about on a sex forum. I assume he had a lot of time on his hands and tried to paint himself as a knight in shining armour. Creepy behaviour.
So I'm going to call her Yannie. She had a really pretty face, glittery eye shadow and although 24, looked younger. Best of all she had a dazzling smile and wasn't afraid to use it.
This bar used to be called Cambodia I believe and on my previous visits always had a fantastic atmosphere. It might now have a different name but it seems little has changed and it's a fun place to visit. The music is good too. I had pangs of nostalgia when the anthem of my last trip started playing ('all I really want is you' clap clap) and then very next song 'A Little Bit Dangerous' came on, another song to soundtrack my visit ten years ago. Yannie showed me the dance moves to this song which were surprisingly X-rated.
'It's hot in here' she said, 'air-con broken'.
'My room is nice and cool' I said like a smooth operator.
Her barfine was expensive at 5000 for long-time but I couldn't resist. It's easy to find girls you are attracted to in Angeles, but when you click with one with a fun and flirty personality, you know you're in for a good time.
We said goodbye to Macca, who was eyeing a girl dancing very enthusiastically in front of the stage.
I got the impression Yannie was not an experienced girl as she was wowed by the swimming pool and spiral staircase at my hotel. Then when we got to my room she wanted to take a bath, like she'd never had one before. It's a good way to get to know each other, chatting while lathering each other's bodies. We kissed and then she gave me a nice blowjob.
I was interested to see whether she would insist on a condom but she just lowered herself on and rode me, warm water sloshing around the tub. Having sex in a bath sounds exotic but it's quite impractical and almost all positions are impossible, so we dried ourselves off and resumed on my bed. As I was grinding in to her slowly in mish I sucked one of her large bud-like nipples and milk came out. She'd later explain she had a one year old son but the father abandoned her because he was too young to have a child.
The sex was great. I fucked her harder on top as she made squeaky groans, then spooned her in front of the mirror and she rode me.
We cuddled up to each other afterwards and I enjoyed chatting with her. Language is far less of a barrier in Philippines than Thailand for example, so it's really easy to get to know a girl. After about an hour we fell asleep, legs intertwined, the perfect end to a great night.
What happens in ISG stays in ISG. Its like Vegas. . .
Great report.
[QUOTE=SirLancelot;2791210]Disclaimer time. In previous Angeles diaries I used the actual names of the girls. I figured they deserved it if it threw a few extra customers their way. But some fuckwit from this forum decided to track down each of the girls I mentioned and tell them they'd been written about on a sex forum. I assume he had a lot of time on his hands and tried to paint himself as a knight in shining armour. Creepy behaviour.[/QUOTE]Been running into this kind of thing for more than a decade; its a repeated ugliness. These do-gooders show this or that girl a post here from ISG, telling her that some guy is posting about her. A lesson for all of us that this type of thing happens. Names of girls and cities get changed. Do-gooders often get the girl wrong anyway, confusing his GF with the girl posted in a picture.
Forewarned caveat: If a poster says the posted girl is Gemma from Surigao City (Mindanao island), its quite possible she's really Anna from Tarlac (an hour north of AC, on Luzon island).
[QUOTE=SirLancelot;2791210]The sex was great. I fucked her harder on top as she made squeaky groans, then spooned her in front of the mirror and she rode me. We cuddled up to each other afterwards and I enjoyed chatting with her. Language is far less of a barrier in Philippines than Thailand for example, so it's really easy to get to know a girl. After about an hour we fell asleep, legs intertwined, the perfect end to a great night.[/QUOTE]Part of the je ne sais quoi of the Pilipina. Its difficult to explain. Their limited English, general happiness and open-ness, and strong desire to socialize and communicate, makes immediate relationship-forming and friendship quite possible.
Well that, and their willingness to get vaccinated. Regularly. Well, I should call it: Re-boosting.
Day 5: let there be light
Yannie and I had sex again in the morning. I usually always cover up but you can't beat the velvety warmth you get fucking bareback that condoms just can't replicate.
I went for a walk around midday to get a feel for my surroundings and suss out where the closest 7 Eleven was. I also walked along Fields Avenue to get a sense of daytime action. There weren't many freelancers but a number of the bars were open. It was scorching hot so I found myself seeking the shady side of the street.
After buying two big bottles of water and some snacks from a 7 Eleven I returned to my room and whiled away half an hour on Tinder. Within 30 seconds I had a match and two minutes later she had sent me a message. A rich hunting ground I suspect.
Evening came around quickly and I met Macca at Swiss Chalet, where I jealously watched him eating a sizzling pork sisig. I still have no appetite since the food poisoning in Manila. All I've eaten today was a cheese toastie from the 7 Eleven and a few mentos.
We moved on to Envy, a bar overlooking the street near the Walking Street sign. I've read it's a good place to observe freelancers but in half an hour the only that I saw were ladyboys. Ladyboys aren't my thing but it has to be said they're a lot prettier than the katoeys treading the tarmac in Pattaya. We watched as a minibus picked up a group of four Korean men, each with girls they'd already secured from one of the gogo bars. The time was only 7. 45 pm! You have to hand it to our Korean brothers, they strike quickly.
Macca was feeling under the weather tonight so I was in lone wolf mode.
I decided to start with a recce down the full length of Walking Street. A quick short-time with a freelancer would suit me just fine tonight after the sleep deprivation of late. I'd seen some lovely looking streetwalkers the night before but maybe I was hallucinating as there were far fewer tonight.
Last night I was grabbed by a cute little thing outside Arabesque and had promised her I'd return some time. So tonight when she spotted me approaching she intercepted me to ensure that now was that time. Inside there were 30 girls crowded on to the stage, all wearing modest black dresses. They weren't dancing, just sitting or standing beneath the old Sensations sign. A few were pretty. I bought a drink for the cute Hello Girl which she had gulped down before I'd barely had two sips of mine. As if by magic a waitress appeared and asked 'another drink for lady sir?' I enforced my strict one-ladydrink-one-boydrink rule which the cute girl interpreted as lack of interest and went outside again. It's a shame bars like this are pushy because it probably cost them a barfine in this instance.
Time for another freelance search. Walking Street, blank. Raymond, blank. Santos, blank. Of course there were a few around but none to my taste.
At Centauro I thought I'd found the one. I saw a sweet looking girl shivering on stage so invited her down for a drink. She was a fresh-faced 19 year old who didn't drink alcohol or smoke and has no tattoos or children. On top of that she was skinny, had a top-heavy figure and looked fabulous in the red lacy outfit she was wearing. She was very easy to talk to as well, with a bright, inquisitive nature. I thought she was too good to be true and I was right, she told me she doesn't go with customers.
Next I went to Genesis, which proved to be the best bar I've visited in Angeles over the two nights so far.
When I walked in the stage was crowded with 30 girls wearing matching black dresses, a few of whom were pretty. But the most noticeable thing was the great atmosphere. Girls dance along to the music videos on the screens, there was lots of laughing and interaction with customers and the waitresses were good fun too. One of them explained to me there were four types of girl, dancers (those on stage now), cultural dancers, spotlight girls and models.
The two prettiest girls were sat on the couch near me, giving me lots of eye contact. One was cute and giggled whenever I caught her glance, the other was confident and winked at me playfully. Last night I went with a cute one, so tonight I decided to invite the confident one to join me for a drink. She was 20 years old, had a lovely face, braces on her teeth and fantastic glittery eye makeup. I'll call her Maria for this diary. She was flirty and we clicked straight away. When she asked 'where you stay?' I knew it was game on.
Suddenly the stage cleared and the models did a brief catwalk show. When she was sat next to me Maria had been covered up by a silk gown but on stage she was wearing a skimpy bikini that showed off a fabulous figure. She and all of the other girls confidently walked from one side of the bar to the other, to the whoops and cheers from the other girls. Arguably the standout girl was the cute girl I'd been tempted to buy a drink for earlier. She had shorter shoulder length hair and looked fabulous as she held the spotlight.
After the catwalk show came cultural dancers. The word 'cultural' makes me think of Javanese or Geisha-style dances, but this was a dance troupe consisting of a guy and six girls, performing a perfectly synced routine. I like the fact bars put on shows like this as the girls love it and the place becomes alive. So much so in fact I've decided to appoint myself head judge of Angeles Got Talent, and currently Genesis are winning.
The barfine for Maria was 4500 long time. She was a 'model' so I assume there is a sliding scale depending which girl you pick.
I had high hopes for this girl but the experience in the room was disappointing.
Firstly she was a reluctant kisser and secondly her flirty confident demeanour evaporated once her clothes came off. She became sombre and told me about her family problems and how hard she has to work to support them. I admire these girls for how they look after their family, so listened and said all the right things in reply, but I must admit I was more interested in getting down to business. She hadn't had a child and her body was in its prime.
'You want sleep now?' she asked cheekily.
'I'm not tired, you can make tired?' I replied.
Thankfully she took the subtle hint, sat up and began giving me a skilful two-handed handjob.
I've decided that in Angeles I'm not going to enquire about condoms, I'm going to see how events unfold naturally. Last night's girl gave me two bareback sessions without question but Maria asked 'you have condom?' before I was even erect.
The sex was okay but I'll always mark it down without kissing. As I fucked her in mish she growled 'oh yeah, fuck me harder', like she was on pornhub. She then got on to all-fours facing the mirror and I fucked her hard doggy style as we locked eyes. I always enjoy being rode by pretty girls but Maria kept changing pace, so I found it difficult to cum. Slow, grind, fast, bounce, rinse and repeat. I ended up wanking myself off as I buried my face in to her perfect tits.
Shortly afterwards she asked me if it was okay to go as her mum was having an asthmatic attack and needed to go to hospital. Although we'd agreed on long-time in the bar, I decided to play along with her story and let her leave. To be honest I was pleased. If I take a girl for long-time I want affection, cuddling and kissing, but Maria was just going through the motions. I knew I'd have a better night's sleep with the bed to myself.
Amusingly after she got changed she took several videos for her tik-tok, her mum's medical emergency soon forgotten! One of the videos was me kissing her on the cheek.
Before she left she asked for a tip. I told her I would have tipped if she stayed long-time but cannot if she leaves after just two hours. She accepted my reasoning, gave me a big hug and disappeared in to the night.
Day 6: Happy valentines day
Finally on the sixth day of my trip I felt ready for a proper meal. I went to Kokomos for an English breakfast of two poached eggs, sausage, beans, hash brown, grilled tomatoes and two pieces of toast. I also had a mango juice and two cups of tea, all for 575 pesos.
I got chatting to a fascinating American guy who is visiting Philippines on a reunion trip with six military buddies who served here 50 years ago. He told me that soldiers always enjoyed being posted in Philippines and back then it only cost 10 pesos to fuck a girl! He reminisced that there was 'none of this painted face nonsense' and the girls would take you to their own rooms. There was a curfew in place so if your short-time went on too late, you'd be stuck in her room all night.
My afternoon was spent relaxing in my room, distracted by pings from Tinder and Whatsapp. I matched with a pretty 20 year old who was adopting a series of sexy poses on her profile and we started exchanging messages. I was under the impression that I might have to tread carefully to ascertain if she was a freelancer or not but I was mistaken:
'Hello babe'.
'Hi. Would you like to meet?
'Yes. Fuck me now'.
Literally within two messages and her cards were on the table! Another pretty girl agreed to meet but then insisted I send her money in advance on Paypal. I can't believe anyone would be stupid enough to fall for such an obvious scam but obviously they do.
It was Valentines night, so Macca and I decided to start our bar crawl at XS, supposedly the number one bar in Angeles at the moment. It's an amphitheatre style bar with tiers of seats facing a round stage (it was called Forbidden City last time I visited and had a golden Buddha behind the girls). 20 girls wearing sexy black dresses were standing on stage and the standard was excellent, with at least four I'd invite down for a drink in the blink of an eye. It's always worth waiting for the second dance shift and the percentage of hotties was even higher when the next batch of girls arrived on stage.
My favourite was a pretty girl with blond curly hair who kept smiling down to me. She was the only girl making an effort to dance and I managed to get her to do my trademark towel dance on stage, much to her amusement. I love it when girls have a silly sense of humour so I invited her to join me for a drink. Her face lit up but at that exact moment she was hit by the dreaded green dot from a laser-pen, summoning her to the side of a stern-faced Korean instead. Not to worry, it was far too early to barfine and I had registered my interest without having to buy a ladydrink.
Another much-vaunted bar is Lollipop. We got stools right next to the stage, within touching distance of the girls dancing. When sat this close, it's hard not to be hypnotised by their jiggling bums. There were six girls dancing and the standard was underwhelming apart from a very pretty girl who stood arms folded, looking sad. I couldn't resist inviting her down for a drink and she soon cheered up, revealing a dazzling smile.
For the purpose of this diary I'll call her Luna. She was 22, had a fabulous slender body and a mesmeric face. I asked about her barfine and she told me it was 4000 pesos for long-time. I was tempted but it was still early, so I told her I'd either return later or on another night.
I wanted to show Macca Genesis, as it was my favourite bar the night before. For some reason they didn't have the model catwalk shows or spotlight dancers tonight, instead there were two dance shifts of 25 girls each. The talent was a mixed bag but I saw several pretty young ones, including a dark-skinned girl with long blond frizzy hair.
The choice of music can be baffling at these bars. An Arabic song by a man who looked like Yasser Arafat droned on for over 10 minutes. Good luck dancing sexily to that, ladies!
In Viking I saw a contender for Arsehole of the Year.
We've all seen tourists, usually Koreans, doing the 20 baht rain showers in gogo bars. I personally think it's a demeaning spectacle, some hero thinking he's starring in his own hip-hop video as girls scramble at his feet for the money he's just thrown.
Perched on stools right next to the stage were two young Korean men, with not one, not two, but three huge wads (at least an inch thick) of 20 peso notes piled up in front of them. The girls understandably were screaming excitedly and lavishing them with the attention they craved but nothing happened. When the girl's interest died down, the Korean men would make a big spectacle of counting the wads of cash in front of their face, and of course the girls would get excited again, thinking they were about to throw the notes in the air. But they didn't.
I was at the bar for 45 minutes as the two men flashed their cash and taunted the girls. Eventually they stood up to leave and made a big performance of standing next to the stage.
And threw just 100 pesos!
Five 20 peso notes fluttered apologetically to the floor and only two girls could be bothered picking them up. The rest of the girls, along with the rest of the customers, thought what a pair of disrespectful arseholes.
The time had come to barfine a girl. The standout had been Luna at Lollipop but when I walked in I couldn't see her. 'There she is!' said Macca, pointing to a girl with her back to me at the side of the stage.
I walked over and she smiled, looking as fabulous as I remembered. But it was only after I'd asked if she'd like me to pay her barfine and she told me she doesn't work here that I realised it was the wrong girl, albeit strikingly similar. She and her friend were on a bar-crawl and normally work in Centauro. In normal walks of life a case of mistaken identity like this would be embarrassing but in Angeles it ended well as she gave me her Whatsapp number.
On the corner near Lollipop is another bar popular with expats, Masquerade. It is a very narrow bar with a tiny stage and it was packed inside. Five average older girls danced but there were two very beautiful girls on the sidelines, clinking drinks with customers. One of them, sat with a man probably three times her age and four times her weight, was Macca's dream girl.
We walked in to Monsoon to see the bar busy but the stage empty, so we turned around and left.
Would there be a girl to celebrate in Champagne?
The answer was a resounding yes. It's very rare I enter a bar and immediately lock eyes on a girl I know I want. She was a fresh-faced girl with a lovely smile, so I offered her a drink straight away. Her name was Jennifer, she was 19 and she was a pleasure to talk to.
She asked me if I'd had a Valentines kiss yet and I said I hadn't. Then at 11:59:59 she planted a big kiss on my lips. Her barfine was 4000 for longtime.
Champagne is another cosy expat venue, which tends to mean more atmosphere and better music. They have 'no smoking' signs too which deters chain-smoking Koreans. Generally the girls are older but our trips to Lollipop, Masquerade and Champagne illustrated that there are always gems to be found.
And Jennifer was definitely a gem. Firstly she insisted we shower together, always a good hors doeuvre before the main course. She lathered me with soap and then kissed me passionately. 'Happy Valentines day' she said with a smile. As she rinsed the suds off she remarked that I was so white she'd nickname me Olaf, the snowman from Frozen!
The sex was the stuff of dreams. She didn't mention a condom so I entered her bareback. She was incredibly tight so we fucked slowly as we gently kissed, but sixty seconds later I was fucking her harder as she practically ate my face off, taking a breath to sweetly ask 'do you mind if I scream?
I sat on the chair under the window and she rode me, then I lifted her up and fucked her standing up which she seemed to enjoy if the groans were anything to go by. Back on the bed we went, her on her back, legs in the air, and I pounded her wet pussy hard. I can scarcely remember enjoying a session as much as this.
She then rode me hell for leather before groaning loudly, lifting herself off my dick and cumming over my leg and bedding. She climbed off and laughed breathlessly, then thirty seconds later rolled on to her stomach and invited me to fuck her from behind, as she pushed her bum up at me.
After showering we lay on the bed chatting for a few hours, until about 3. 30 am. She is a language student so spoke very good English, was bright, funny, inquisitive and smart. I told her the story about the two young Korean men flaunting their cash in Viking but only throwing 100 baht and she told me she wasn't surprised.
'Old Korean men generous, young Koreans just pretend'.
We fell asleep, legs intertwined, and once again I had that familiar feeling, marvelling at how lucky I am to be able to meet gorgeous 19 year olds like Jennifer, who delivered some of the best sex I've ever had.