Filipinas calling guys their husband
[QUOTE=Westcoast1;1138071].......She asked for some pesos, and I said no. She got mad and went offline. A few days later in her YM pic is her sitting with a fat old white guy, her new husband. In chat she said she got married Saturday evening. Sent pics and everything. She asked me for money on a Saturday morning while on cam in her home, and married the other guy Saturday evening. Welcome to filipines![/QUOTE]I kind of wonder if these girls really got married, or just started calling the guy they were with at the moment their asawa (husband). I've had that happen with a couple of different Filipinas that I dated before. One even uses my last name on her yahoo e-mail address to this day, and I haven't seen her for about 3 or 4 years now. The other worked in Korea when I met her, and she sent me a text while I was at the airport on a solo trip to PI. It said "Have fun with many girls in Philippines. You are my asawa now." Of course, later she claimed that she had no idea that my idea of fun with girls meant fucking as many as I could in a week. :D
Cassie and the Honky Tonk
I think Jackson limits posts to 5000 characters. This is too long for that, so its broken up into several reports. This is a story of girls who couldn't perform what they said they could in the bar, and got into trouble for it with the owner. Honky Tonk Bar on Santos. This took place a good 6 months ago.
I head down Santos on afternoon, looking for two ST girls for some afternoon delight. I'm a bit surprised to see the large number of 5's on the scale. Chubs and so-so's. I'm not hard to please, but there wasn't a young looker to be found. Until I got to about the last bar on the right, across from the hotel. The place is deeper inside, pool tables in the back. Couple of nice tables closer to the street. Always seem to be a few expats hanging there sharing politics. More girls than the other bars. Long square-ish C-shaped bar. Behold, as I sit and drink a beer there, a long-legged beauty walks out of the back, walks over and says Hi. Age 19, just in from Surigao city, only in the bar a few days. Most of the girls were nearly asleep, and not very attractive. I could tell the beauty was new, she was nervous. No customers yet she said. I told her she was too new, and that I was looking for two girls for some lesbian action with camera in my room. I expected her to maybe point out some other girls who might want to go, or call another girl over to ask.
Instead she pointed to another long-legged creature who was also just stepping out of the back of the place. Whatta body. Great figure. Thin waist. Boobage. But a face that could sink ships. Bad nose and acne. The beauty said she could get that girl to go do some lesbian in my room. I said no thanks, and told her I was not interested. I also told her that it might be too soon to be trying something risqué in the bar in her first week as lesbian stuff with camera. I was about to leave when the beauty told me to wait. She walked over to the taller gal and they spoke. They both came back to my table and the beauty introduced me to her SISTER. 'Both we get here last week no customer till now. ' I re-stated my thoughts that them being sisters and new in the bar it was not a good idea. 'But I am comportable to her only. ' I said no. The tall / ugly one walked off. The pretty one said wait again. She disappeared in the back for a minute, then came back out and sat and shook my hand, placing a small piece of paper in my hand. Her phone number. 'You call me later. We do it. ' I put her into my phone and sent a txt right then so she would have my number.
I walked off and stopped at one of the other bars. Shift change! This time I found two girls that were suitable, and we had a lovely time (pics posted previously). I took them back after the 4 hours to their bar and bought them a drink. My phone goes off; a txt from the beauty:
Her: I see you take other girl.
Me: yes.
Her: when you take me and my sis.
Me: me and my camera are tired now.
Her: we are here when you ready.
The next day about noon, another txt from her: 'we here now me and sister'. I walked over to HT and sat down. Both girls sat with me. I reiterated it might not be a good idea. 'No we OK to it. ' And the thought of doing sisters. I checked their I'd's. Yep, sisters from the province. So I paid the 1400 pesos for ST and off we went. We get to my room in Central Park and I snap a few pics of the girls in their street clothes. They are comfortable together, hugging on each other. I have the girls rinse quickly, talking with each while the other showered. I tell them to drop the towels and OMG they are stunners without the clothes. Ages 19 and 20, thin waists and great boobs. Except for the taller one's face, they are great. They still seem happy. Then I tell one of them to lie down flat, and the other to kiss her. Suddenly, the happy moment is gone for the taller one. There is no spontaneity. The pretty one is still having fun, but the taller one goes a bit rigid. Their hair falls around their faces as they are close, I can't see the faces, but they are whispering to each other. I think the pretty one is trying to cheer up the taller girl. The taller gal tries, but is so stiff with everything. The younger one gets on top of the taller one and goes down on her. No explanation needed. That lasts a minute, I snap a few pics, and ask them to reverse it. The taller one gets down there but can't do it. The speak, then she tries a 69 position, taller gal on top. She pushes her hair around her face so the camera can't see anything. I tell her to move her hair out of the way and she does not. I push it away with my hand, and she's crying. Hard.
Sh*t. I tell her to stop and get off her sister and relax. She fell over onto the bed crying. The pretty one still seemed fine. The taller one ran into the bathroom. I shrugged my shoulders at the pretty one. 'She be OK. Give time. OK? ' Sure, seemed ok, but the mood was ruined. I put the camera away. I asked the pretty one to go check on her sister. 'Go see about her if you can. Tell her not to worry. We are done here. Its fine. ' The younger one went into the bathroom. 5 minutes later they came out with towels. The older gal was still crying. They sat on the bed. I told them to relax and take their time, and they could get dressed. The pretty one said no, they want to continue. At this point we had been in the room a whopping 20 minutes. I told them it was not needed. 'No its fine. She will lick my poosy. She be ok. ' But she was not ok. Still crying. Bad scene. I asked them to get dressed. The taller one dressed quickly, the looker laid on the bed and spoke bisayan, arguing for the older sis to continue. Nothing doing. I told the younger one to dress, we were leaving. 'No! We stay. We do it. ' I told her to dress, or I would have to call security. Buck naked on the bed she said, 'We stay! My sister can do it. ' I actually opened the door to the room, so that anyone could see in if they happened by.
Again I said to get dressed. The taller one was dressed now. I had never undressed. The looker asked what I intended to do. I said we should go talk to the mamasan, I would ask a partial refund, and I would buy them both a drink so they could at least get some money as a tip. Then the taller one spoke up.
Taller: No! No go to the bar! We get into trouble.
Looker (still naked, door still open) : we gone not even half the hour from the bar. Not good. Go back now we in trouble. Customer complain we in trouble. Fired from job ok? We stay.
Me: we should let the mamasan figure it out.
Taller: She not mamasan. She only cashier. She cannot refund any. Ever. Only owner can refund. He's in Australia now. Not here.
Me: let the mama figure it out anyway.
Looker: no! They lose our job!
Me: I'm sorry you didn't perform. I have to get my money back. Its bad example to let a bargirl cry and not perform and not get refund. Sorry. Get dressed. I'm leaving in one minute to go back to the bar.
The looker jumped up and started dressing. They spoke again, and the taller one reached into her purse and took out 1000+4x100 and laid it on the bed. 'There. You keep. No go to the bar. OK? ' We argued over that. I told her to put it back in her purse (three times) , and we should let the mamasan figure it out. She left the money on the bed.
FINALLY we walked out together. Short of Honky Tonk, I asked the girls if they wanted to have a drink in the bar where I got the two ladies the day before. They sat and ordered a drink. We were two doors down from HT. We took our time downing it. They did not speak, and I chatted the two girls whom I'the banged the day before. The two HT gals did not speak or look at anyone. The taller one was still red in the face. Finally I paid the tab for the drinks, wished them well, told them I might stop by the bar later to buy them a drink, would not mention anything to the mama except how great the gals had been, and walked back to CP.
Situation resolved?
Nah. Nothing is that simple. More later.
