It was the best of times; it was the worst of times
[QUOTE=Red Kilt;1325688]If I hadn't actually met WC1 in person in the midst of all of this mayhem I would have doubted his story but for all you skeptics out there, it's all true. My head was spinning too as i heard the blow by blow.[/QUOTE]There were a few drawbacks from all this headiness. The lack of communication and cell phones. Its hard to put an apt description on these girls. They all seemed to be of a certain 'type'. Not bargirls or pros in any way. In fact, some of them were simply young and not experienced. They did not seem sharp, but they were very opportunistic. Miss E would bring a girl and leave us alone in the room. Two hours later as the girl was dressing to go she would ask my phone number. I would grab my phone and ask her for hers, telling her I would txt her right away. But, she didn't own a phone. So I would give her one of those small strips of paper with my number on it. A few hours later (or, sometimes 15 minutes later) I would get a txt from a strange phone number like this: "hi I'm irene I use my sister phone remember you fuck me? I have cousin you want?" If I didn't respond then 20 minutes later I would get a txt from another stranger's phone: "hi again I'm irene I use my cousin phone now you want to fuck her?" Not only were the offers blatant, the phone numbers were constantly shifting per girl. Something I had not thought of at the time: the phones have dual SIM cards. I would get txts like that (shifting phone numbers) from E, J, and M, and their girls (none of whom had a phone). Somehow, they found a way to keep themselves separated (well, they had an argument in front of the hotel that nearly came to blows) , and started coming consistently at certain times of day (1pm; 5pm) to avoid direct competition.
On another front in the same thing that was happening. Several of us ISG guys have had the same girl before (pics posted in PG). She's a combination of ADHD and sweet. She came over for the first time late one afternoon (finally, an adult with her OWN PHONE) , and we had a very long, lovely ST session. Posing, pics (true cam sl*t) , sex, shower, cuddle, chat, browse the web together and talk, more pics / sex, and so on. She was in love with pics not only of herself, but of other girls (she browsed through a lot of them). The phone would ring: "Sir, front desk. Miss E and friend are here." Have them wait in the lobby. The girl in my lap,"B", overheard the front desk call and giggled. An hour later another call from the front desk: "Sir, front desk. Miss M is here." Have her wait with E and friend in the lobby. More giggles from B. 90 minutes later I head down with B in the elevator to walk her out. In the lobby is E, her fresh meat, and M, sitting patiently. Nobody looks at anybody. The door guy opens the door and B and I walk out into the evening heat, and she busts up laughing so hard she keeps waving her closed umbrella in the air: "Oh my gotttttt!" And off she walks towards Pedro Gil. The reason for the laughter: she had been browsing my laptop, an hour before, pics of some of my recent girls, including M.
The next morning B txts she wants a return engagement. I tell her (truthfully) , that I'm worn out. A double session with B in the afternoon, then M in the evening and again in the morning, can do that to a man. I also tell her I'm short on cash, down to half what she got the day before, and can she wait until another day (wanted to let my wallet and dick rest a bit)? Like AR's girl, she had a need, and she jumped on making half. M was with me, and getting used to hanging around, meeting new girls, and taking pics for me. She wanted to know if I wanted her to stay, but I had a lunch engagement first, so I waved her off, and met with B later in the afternoon. Much more friendly the second time around, less hyper, B was even warmer, more snuggly. The session was similar to the previous session: lots of pics (lots) , sex, shower, browsing the pics and internet, sex (I rarely double-pop) , more pics, and so on. Five hours this time. And, several times the phone would ring: "Front desk sir. Miss J here with friend." An hour later: "Sir front desk again. Miss J here with friend still. Also miss M now." Have them wait. I figured E would show up anytime. Miss B is cracking up. When I finally took her thru the lobby, sitting there was J and friend and M. Once again B would wait until she got outside to bust up laughing, as she had been browsing nawty pics of (among others) herself, M and J. Interestingly, nobody minded waiting in the lobby, and E didn't even mind waiting sometimes only to be told 'no thanks'. I was too tired to take E's girl.
In all of this girly stuff, I did not bang all of the girls who ended up in the room with me. Some I sent away (young, lack of an I'd, I was exhausted, or I was not attracted). For some girls, they were pretty, but I was just not up to the task (dammit if I was just 10 years younger) , so I either sent them away or just took some pics of the girl.
Thanks for a great series of reports WC
[QUOTE=Westcoast1;1325726]So I would give her one of those small strips of paper with my number on it. A few hours later (or, sometimes 15 minutes later) I would get a txt from a strange phone number like this: "hi I'm irene I use my sister phone remember you fuck me? I have cousin you want?" If I didn't respond then 20 minutes later I would get a txt from another stranger's phone: "hi again I'm irene I use my cousin phone now you want to fuck her?" Not only were the offers blatant, the phone numbers were constantly shifting per girl.[/QUOTE]That brings back some very fond (and also confusing) memories of my time in Cebu, LOL. I am still amazed by how many of these girls will gladly introduce you to their cousins, friends, co-workers, mothers, etc.
Keep up the good work
Passport expirerationdate
Careful guys!
I was standing in front of the airplane at Narita waiting to board a flight to Manila and my name was called out to come to the desk.
Turns out that the Phil Gov and it's questionable logic, requires your passport to be over 6 months from the expireration date.
I was short by friggen 2 days and they would not allow me to board the plane. I can't blame the airline too much because they get fined by the Phil Gov if someone like me shows up on their door step, but I figure with that looney Gov, its nothing that 500P would not take care of
I was escorted out of the airport to home.
Good thing is St. Giles won't charge me a cancellation fee and the airline will refund the cost of my ticket. But I eat the cost of transportation.
No action for me again here on devils island. I am trying for Oct 5th departure, but not sure I will have passport in time and get a seat on the plane. Shit Happens!
MBC's new free pussies raffle
MBC should fire that lousy band, save the money, strike deals for reduced rates with the free lancers and run a raffle for a free pussy on the premises every hour for all drinking customers.
I bet that would be very exciting and would attract a lot of old gizzards that side of the Pacific. Sure beats the noise made by the stupid band. MBC would be packed days and nights . . .
Of course MBC should consult its legal counsel re how Manila's vice busting mayor would view bald-headed old guys sucking on young, fresh pussies in the bar. . .
[QUOTE=WhatsUrName;1327035]Hey Guys. Just a heads up. I was in MBC the other day, and a couple of girls said that they were permanently ending the live entertainment upstairs. I didn't hang around long enough to confirm it as I found a cutie rather quickly. I'll be in MBC within the next several days and will try to reconfirm one way or the other.[/QUOTE]