A Newbie Does Ermita in 2011
i'm writing this report as someone with no prior experience in manila. i don't know how useful it will be, but i do think that a newbie's perspective is worth looking at. i made a few mistakes, had a bit of luck and learnt a lot. maybe some other prospective mongerer will learn from my story. for those who are interested, i changed the names of the girls; anyone interested in any of them can pm me.
day 1: the arrival.
i got in at 22:10 from hong kong. i'the been travelling all day and was feeling pretty rooted, but i was pleasantly surprised by the speed of immigration and transport. no check-in luggage, so that definitely helped. barely 40 minutes after i landed, i was standing at the victory liner terminal in pasay, lining up for a bus to dau (cab 200 pesos). the plan was to take a jeepney from there to the action in angeles. but it wasn't to be. all the buses were full, i tried every counter, and the earliest i could get away was 5am. bugger. after a bit of dithering, i decided to get in a cab and go to ermita. maybe i'the do the first night there and see what happened.
got out of the cab (150 pesos) in front of the ermita church, which for those who don't know is situated on m. h. del pilar st. (del pilar for short). this is pretty much the main drag for the action in ermita, and it would be where i would have most of my fun over the next few days. knowledge-wise, i felt a bit vulnerable walking down that street. i'the read every post about angeles on isg, but nothing at all about manila. to make matters worse, i was looking for a hotel too, so i couldn't walk along like i'the been there a hundred times before, as one does in a new destination. and so the sharks began to circle. i stopped for a smoke (mistake) and two or three punters came from nowhere. hello, handsome, where you go etc. one of them was not bad looking, so i accepted her invitation to show me a good hotel. medium-height, slim, brown thing in a tight white top and black hot pants. she showed me a couple of places within the first two minutes and i wasn't keen. a few meters ahead, we came to the duck inn. for me it was perfect. nice little bar downstairs, no escorted girls allowed inside and right in the middle of what i wanted. walked inside, greeted the staff and just had a good feeling right away. paid 1400 (advertised rate) and went up to drop off my bag. came downstairs and walked up to the security guard and asked if i could talk to him. he took me to a corner of the bar and i ordered a drink. i noticed that the girl who had brought me there was waiting outside on the street, but i wasn't in a big hurry. from my experiences elsewhere, i knew it was a good idea to make friends with the security dude right away. the girl could wait. the security guard's name was reggie, and he was a wealth of info. he said he worked from 9 till 7, he checked all of the ids, and no girl could leave the hotel until security (or reception) had phoned the room to make sure everything was alright. sounded good. i gave him 200 pesos and we agreed that we'the talk again.
the girl.
i exited the hotel and the girl – let's call her paola – was jumping up and down like a lunatic, happy to see me. after she'the helped me, i could hardly tell her to f*ck off, so i decided to take her for a drink. she was slim, decent-looking, so i thought why not. at least i'the be able to see some of the girls in the other bars to check out the talent. a few meters down the road and we're in hussy's bar. it's a middle-sized bar with loud music and lots of girls. two meters in the door and it was like an avalanche. 10, 15 girls descend upon me, rubbing me up, shoulder massages, hands under my shirt and all kinds of chatter. it was like paola wasn't even there. in fact she wasn't – she was adjusting her sandles in the doorway. no other customers in sight. i ordered two drinks above the cacophony, paola comes in and the girls back off, but only slightly. there were tall, short, slim, chubby, older and younger girls. a couple of them had tattoos. a real motley crew. i got in a bit of banter but nothing really caught my eye. paola went to the toilet and pretty much straight away one of the girls comes up beside me and shows me one of her tits. it seemed like good fun in there, but i wanted to move on. next stop butterfly bar, a couple of minutes in the same direction on the other side of the road. wtf? almost nobody in there. probably more staff than punters or girls. i said sorry and backed out of the door right after i went in. paola and i continue walking down del pilar. she's asking all kinds of questions and nattering on about this that and the other. it makes a change from indonesia or cambodia, where hardly any of the girls speak much english. we go into amazonia next, which is on the same side as butterfly bar. this is more to my liking. quite a big place with upstairs and downstairs, lots of girls, similar variety to hussy's bar i suppose. we stayed there for a while and i scoped the joint out. a couple of girls caught my eye (and i caught theirs) and i made a mental note to come back. all of the girls here seemed to be freelancers – i found this out while paola made another [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url]-stop (i would have felt strange making enquiries in front of her). having rtff, i knew that freelancers were not a good idea in angeles and here i was in ermita in a freelancer bar, in the middle of a pub crawl with another freelancer. geez. i would have to ask reggie back at duck's inn about this later.
two drinks at amazonia, and we're off again in the same direction down del pilar, basically south. next stop bay café, though paola insisted it was called la café (when i mentioned bay café later that night, she just looked at me blankly). before i went to bay café, i was feeling a bit down on the quality on offer and thinking about what i was going to do for the next three days. that all changed about five seconds after i walked in the door. i figured this must be the premier venue in ermita. a big bar area with different sections and a big upstairs area. most importantly, the place is just wall-to-wall pussy, and a lot of it top-notch. there were some some real stunners in there and plenty of eye contact. paola looked like a real plonker in there to be honest, though she was competitive in the other places. i stayed there for three or four beers and had a good look around. every time either paola or i went to the toilet, i chatted up (or was chatted up by) the better talent. a good thing to do would have been to hand out numbers and emails to reserve for later but maybe next time.
we left bay café ate about 3am and headed back to the duck's inn. reggie was waiting there and pulled me aside when paola made yet another toilet visit. 'have you arranged a price yet? ' he said. i replied that i hadn't. 'ask her a price but don't accept more than 1000 pesos'. i was shocked by this. i was expecting 1500, maybe 2000. i asked when she came back and she said 2000 pesos. i said, 'i'll give you a thousand' and she said ok without a blink. nice work reggie. i would talk to him again.
took her upstairs, showered together and got down to a good session. following reggie's advice, i put all my sh*t in the room safe beforehand. despite all the grog, i had no trouble getting it up and she was enthusiastic enough, if a little too giggly. long bbbj, but i was a bit wary on daty so didn't do it. she didn't seem to care. covered up and f*cked in loads of different positions. it took me a long time to cum, but i finally let it all out with a window-shattering roar. quick shower again and then fell asleep pretty much instantly.
and then came the morning. she woke me up at 7 o'clock and we f*cked again (always covered) , this time a bit faster, but the same routine with multiple positions. i had my eyes closed for most of it, i was so sleepy, though my cock was wide awake. a quick wash off and back to sleep again. woken to another bbbj at 10 o'clock, i just laid back and let her work. probably a bit too quick on the action for my liking, but eventually i rolled her over and dropped a load all over those little brown tits of hers. 1000 pesos in hand and off she went, with a smile on her face. my trip had begun.
ps: sorry if this report is a bit long. i just wanted to add include the "first impression" element.
dez