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Encounter in Manila [m/f, $$, cons]
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Manila was alive and well -- the area is now completely closed down. It
contains a graphic description of a sexual encounter between
consenting adults. If you are underage, or offended by writings of this
type, please go no further.
A recent business trip took me to Manila, capital city of the
Philippines and one of my favorite cities in
the world. While I was there I checked on the scene and I offer this
report. You might wonder why a report on the action in Manila is of
interest -- after all, how many folks get to Manila each year? Perhaps
not too many, but I am certain that many Americans visited the
Philippines either while in the U.S. Navy
or U.S. Air Force, or when on R&R from Vietnam. Hopefully this report
will rekindle some very fond memories of the Fiesta Islands.
Manila is an overcrowded, polluted city that was formed by
combining 17 cities into what is now called Metro Manila. The original
city names were retained to represent what might be called districts.
For example: Ermita is known as the main nightlife district, Makati is
recognized as the business district, a person from Tondo is assumed to
be a gangster, and so on.
For any of you who have struggled with the Korean or Japanese
ladies who speak little or no English -- both overseas and in the U.S.,
the Philippines will be a wonderful delight as nearly everyone speaks
English. English is taught in the schools and even in the countryside
it is well spoken.
On this trip I was mixing business with pleasure, so I stayed at
the Hyatt Regency on Roxas Boulevard. The Hyatt is right on Manila Bay
and is one of the tourist/business hotels that are bunched along about a
five mile strip.
I flew Northwest Orient via Seattle and Tokyo and as a result, my
plane arrived at about 10:30 p.m. I managed to clear customs and get to
the hotel by about midnight. I took a quick shower and by 1 a.m. I
was ready to taste the delights of Manila.
I had the doorman get me a cab and negotiate a fare to the Ermita
district. The driver settled for about $2.50 U.S. and we were on our
way to my favorite club in Manila, the Fire House Disco. The Fire House
was rated among the best 100 bars in the world -- a rating that the club
fully deserves. [Note: a new Fire House Disco has beeen built about 4
miles from the old location -- the layout is identical only it is about
50% larger. ]
The Ermita district of Manila is somewhat like an adult amusement
park. Even at 1:30 in the morning, the place is rocking (most clubs
stay open until 4:00 or 5:00 in the morning, and many of the
smaller clubs will stay open nonstop as long as there are customers
willing to spend money.
I paid the cab driver and before ducking into the Fire House I
wandered down the street in search of a money changer who would give me
a better rate than I found at the hotel. I soon found one that was
offering a slightly better rate than the "official" exchange rate. I
then negotiated for a still better rate and
changed some of my "green" for some of the multicolored "pesos" of the
Philippines. (While I spent pesos for the remainder of my trip, I'll do
the math and quote relevant prices in U.S. dollars.)
Walking up and down the main drag in Ermita, I was assailed every
few feet by a pitchman or pitchwoman trying to get me into one of the
dozens of clubs that line both sides of the street. I was also
offered "genuine Rolex watches" for about $20, "bold shows" (shows with
more nudity than the law allows) and other assorted pleasures. However,
I passed these up in favor of my original destination.
Those of you who have "walked the walk" through the Times Square
district, before it became so run down, would probably note that a good
comparison that can be made between Ermita and the Times
Square of old. It used to be that in either place you could buy
anything you wanted, all it took was cash. While that is not quite so
true today, one fact remains: the wise visitor doesn't walk around
either location loaded with jewelry, flashing money or an expensive
camera. Crime is no worse -- or no better -- here than in any other
major city around the world, so readers should take appropriate care.
As soon as I entered the Fire House I was instantly blasted by high
intensity rock music and colored lighting. Standing by the door for a
few minutes while my eyes got used to the light I was able to
determine that the layout was still the same. Basically, the Fire House
is a long rectangle, dominated by a huge bar that runs almost the length
of the club. Behind the bar are about 20 bikinied Filipinas dancing
to the beat of rock videos being played on TV monitors mounted
throughout the club. Seating is available at the main bar, around a
smaller bar in the back, on in more comfortable sofa-like seating along
the back walls.
I grabbed a barstool at the main bar, ordered a San Miguel (the
great domestic stuff, not the watered-down imported stuff you find in
the supermarkets in the US, nor the sewer-water sold un Hong Kong
under license) from a lady bartender wearing a T-shirt that said "If God
makes anything better than San Miguel Beer and Filipino women -- He's
keeping it for himself." My beer cost about $1.25
The girls at Fire House work in two shifts. At any given moment,
half the women there are on stage dancing (also playing a lot of
grab-ass) in their very tiny bikinis. The other half are mingling with
the customer. What a sight! There are short ones, tall one, skinny
ones and not-so skinny ones. Big tits, little tits, big asses, tiny
asses -- if you died on the spot, you would know that you didn't have to
travel to get to heaven. Only one category of girl was not represented
on stage -- there were no ugly ones.
I have to tell you, this place is incredible. The lights, the
dancers, the rock videos, it is really a fantastic place -- yet not all
that different from any of the other large clubs in Ermita.
After a while, I noticed that Emily, a friend from some previous
visits, was up on stage. I flagged down the bartender and told her to
get Emily's attention -- which she did. Emily waved, gave me a
million dollar smile, and indicated that she would join me when her
dance shift was over. I pointed to some open seating at the back to let
her know I was leaving the bar and would be waiting for her where
the seating was more comfortable.
I let the bartender know where I was going so that my bar tab would
follow, headed for the back, found a comfortable seat and settled in.
One of the things that I like about the Fire House is that the
girls there are not allowed to be too aggressive. If you don't make eye
contact with one of the hostesses, then you don't have to chase them off
like you do in clubs in the U.S. you also don't get the feeling that
all they want is your money.
I noticed that Emily had stepped off of the stage, and was headed
to the dressing room to freshen up. Thirty minutes on stage is tiring,
and I knew Emily would want to smell sweet for me.
I leaned back and closed my eyes to enjoy the beat of the music,
and the next thing I knew someone was rubbing the inside of my leg. I
opened my eyes to see Emily and I smiled. She gave me a big hug
and a very hot kiss called me by my name and then asked how I had been.
It had been about three months since I had seen Emily, but she made me
feel like I was the only man in the world and that she had been
waiting for me to come in.
I bought Emily a drink (for the same price as mine) and we sat
there talking for about 20 minutes. Emily looked great. She is average
height for most Filipinos, about 5'1" with a nice figure (she is almost
a "C" cup) and a great tight ass. We spent about 20 minutes nursing our
drinks and making small talk.
The whole time Emily kept her tiny hands rubbing the inside of my thigh.
Despite the fact that I had been in an airplane for nearly 20 hours, I
had a nice hard-on which Emily occasionally "brushed" with her
fingertips. Just before Emily did one more dance set I asked if she
wanted to go back to the Hyatt with me, and was rewarded with a super
warm smile. I told her to go up on stage and I would deal with
Mama-san.
While Emily went up on stage, I waved to Mama-san and called her
over. She was easy to identify because she was the only middle-aged
woman there. I told her that Emily and I would be leaving soon,
and paid the "bar fine" of about $15.00. I called the waitress over and
paid by bar tab and Mama-san signaled Emily to let her know that the bar
fine had been paid and she could leave the stage, and leave
with me. Emily slipped off the stage, I gave Mama-san a small tip, and
I went outside to wait for Emily.
I stood outside drinking in the sights, sounds and smells of Ermita
early in the pre-dawn hours.
Almost all of the shops were still open, the streets were mobbed and the
open-air restaurants were packed.
In about 10 minutes, Emily came out of the club and gently touched my
arm. She was wearing a nice
conservative dress, and looked like she were a businesswoman on her way
to work in an office. We
flagged down a cab, negotiated a fare, and headed back to the Hyatt.
Sometimes the security people at the major hotels will stop you
when you come in with a young woman
after 10 p.m., but I've been to the Hyatt often enough that I know the
night hotel security people by name,
so when they recognized me they just waved us on in.
We went up to my room, and Emily headed for the bathroom to take a
shower while I ordered some
room service dinner.
In the Philippines there is a strange ritual involving dinner. If
you bring a young lady to your room,
you are expected to order her a fried chicken dinner from room service.
The young lady will usually only
eat one piece of chicken, and will bring the rest home with her when she
leaves. The extra will usually go
to help feed her family, or will be a gift to the Mama-san where she
works.
I ordered Emily's chicken dinner and a meal for myself and waited
for Emily to come out of the
bathroom. Emily has been with me to the Hyatt before, and knows her way
around the room. So, right
after room service delivered dinner, it was no surprise to me when she
came out of the bathroom wearing
one of the huge terry cloth robes that the hotel provides. She looked
absolutely incredible, her long black
hair contrasted so well with the white terry cloth robe. I could hardly
keep my hands off of her while we
ate. We ate quickly, know that the real meal was going to begin soon,
and I headed off to the shower to
quickly rinse off the smoke from the club, and to refresh myself.
I had no sooner stepped into the shower and stuck my head under the
water when I felt a small hand
start rubbing my cock. Emily had joined me, and had a bar of soap and
was beginning to wash down my
best parts. She would lather my cock, rinse it off and smother it with
kisses, the whole time tickling my
balls. This was wet foreplay at its very best. Bar of soap in hand, I
completely lathered Emily, paying
particular attention to her lovely, firm breasts. Emily's nipples got
nice and firm in response to the
attention they were being given, and I quickly rinsed the soap off of
them and went to work on them with
my tongue and mouth.
I washed Emily's backside, between the cheeks of her small, but
firm ass, and worked my way around
to her crotch. By now, Emily was all wet and lubricated on both the
inside and the outside, and I was
growing in anticipation. Emily grabbed the bar of soap, and with a
laugh, began to soap the rest of me
down, making me bend over so that she could scrub my shoulders and neck.
The whole time that Emily
scrubbed me, I worked on her lovely body with my tongue and mouth,
paying attention to whatever part of
her body was closest.
Whenever I put my face into her pussy, I got two separate tastes --
both the soap and water taste from
the shower and the delicious taste of Emily's love juices.
Meanwhile, she had completely washed me down and was both washing
and tickling my balls with
both hands. My cock was really stiff now, but I didn't have a condom
handy, so I concentrated on licking
and rubbing her pussy. It only took a couple of minutes before she came
with a shudder, pulling my face
up to hers and giving me a deep, deep kiss.
At this point, we were both getting just a bit waterlogged, so we
turned off the water and headed for the
towels. After drying off, we moved into the bedroom, pulled the covers
off of the bed and dived in. We
quickly picked back up where we left off in the shower.
Emily told me to get her purse so that she could get out a condom,
but instead I went to my baggage
and took out one of my own condoms. I don't claim to be any larger than
average, but I have found that
the diameter of condoms manufactured and sold in Asia are smaller than
the ones made here. As a result,
I have trouble getting them on, and they seem very tight and
uncomfortable at the base, so whenever I
travel anywhere in Asia I stock up on my favorite brand before I leave.
By now. Emily was extremely wet and ready, so I slipped on a condom
and quickly entered her. It was
like velvet going in, and with only a slight gasp, Emily took all of me,
and clamped her legs tightly
around my waist so that I couldn't withdraw. We stayed like that for a
few minutes, with Emily doing
wonderful things to my penis using her vaginal muscles. Finally, she
loosened her leg clamp on me, and
we rolled over so that she could be on top.
Slowly, but steadily, Emily began moving up and down on my shaft,
stopping every once in a while for
a deep soul kiss. After a while, my entire body felt like it was on
fire, and I used my eyes to signal Emily
that I was ready. She picked up the pace and I exploded into an orgasm
that I could feel all the way to my
toes. Emily exploded with me, and we just lay there for the longest
time, catching our breaths and sharing
deep, wet kisses.
After about 20 minutes, I got up and went into the bathroom to get
rid of my condom, and Emily
pulled the covers up on the bed. When I returned, we crawled under the
sheets, snuggled together like
two spoons, and immediately went to sleep.
We slept until a little before noon, and got ready to make love for
a second time. I woke first, and went
into the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen my breath. Emily joined
me, once again wrapped in the
enormous terry cloth bathrobe that she had on earlier. After
discovering that it is hard to brush your teeth
and kiss at the same time, we worked our way back onto the bed.
I untied her robe and spread it open, not bothering to take it
completely off of her and slipped my hand
between Emily's legs with the idea that I would get her ready using my
fingers. To my wonderful delight,
I found that she was already wet and hot and this discovery made me
instantly hard again. I grabbed
another condom, slipped it on, and slowly entered her. This was
slow,gentle lovemaking without the
sense of hurry-up that you often get even at the better places in the
states. I spent about half the time on
top of her, and the other half with our positions reversed. Emily was
the first to come this time, and
rewarded my efforts with a shudder and a deep moan. She gave me a deep
kiss while at the same time
inhaling, and actually sucked the air out of my lungs. It was so erotic
that it triggered my orgasm. I came
just as violently as I did the evening before.
We stayed joined for a while, savoring the enjoyment, then Emily
went into the bathroom and got a
warm wet face cloth and washed me off. She cleaned herself up and I
ordered lunch.
We made small talk while we ate and Emily indicated that she would
need to go home soon. I told her
that I had to go up country on business the next day and asked if she
would like to spend the next night
with me. She agreed, but said that she had a few errands to do and
wanted to know if she could come
back around 7 p.m. I told her that I had some errands to do as well and
that 7 p.m. would be fine, and
that we would go out to dinner and go to a disco if she would like. She
gave me a winning smile, patted
the edge of the bed and said that she was willing to pass on the disco,
and would rather "boogey" with me.
When she went into the bathroom to wash her hands, I placed about $65
under her purse, $50 for her and
$15 for her bar fine for the evening. Emily would go by the Fire House
and pay the bar fine in advance so
that I wouldn't have to hide from Mama-san the next time I went to the
club.
After we were finished eating, I walked Emily down to the front of
the hotel, got her a cab and paid the
cab fare in advance. The cab fare was a small item, but it showed Emily
that I cared about her as a
person, not just as an object of my lust. Throughout Asia, taking that
extra step to show affection seems to
yield very high rewards. Perhaps that is because so many of the
hostesses are just girls from the country
who are trying to make enough money to support their families or to send
their younger brothers and
sisters to school. They are definitely not prostitutes in the American
or European sense. Rudeness, bad
service or bad attitudes are very rarely found over here.
Despite all of the exercise that I had with Emily, I was still a
bit stiff from the long flight, and decided
that a nice massage would be in order. One of the real joys of being in
Asia is that you do get a real
massage at the massage parlors. What the masseuses lack in skill, they
often make up in enthusiasm, and
on the whole, the rub downs are much better than almost any you can get
in the US.. It is important to
note that the massages in the Philippines are not nearly as good as the
ones you can get in Thailand, but
that is a story for the future.
I grabbed a Manila phone book and found the address of a massage
studio that was only a short cab
drive away.
As is often the case, this place was fairly run down. That does
not mean that it was dirty, just in decay.
The plumbing was in poor shape and the hot water consisted of a device
that is a combination electrical
heater and shower head -- complete with electrical wire. With all the
training that we receive as children
here in the US that we should never, ever allow an electrical device
near the bathtub or shower,
voluntarily stepping into an "electric shower" can be a real act of
faith. The worst part is that the darned
things rarely work well.
You're not going to find very attractive women working in the
massage parlors anywhere in the
Philippines. Perhaps there is a pecking order, in which the young
ladies go to work as hostesses in the
clubs, and when the get older, heavier, and unable to compete, they move
into the massage parlors. I've
never gotten a truly attractive masseuse in Manila.
There is an interesting rumor associated with some of the massage
parlors there -- that of a two-tier
operation. According to the rumor, there are a couple of places that
actually have two operations -- the
downstairs one which is open to the public, and a private upstairs
operation where the really beautiful
women are supposed to be. I've never found such an operation, but the
rumors persist.
In any event, I skipped the shower and went into the room to wait
for my masseuse to show up. I knew
it was going to be strictly the luck of the draw, and the lady who
showed up was sort of plain looking and
about 20 pounds overweight. I told her that I wanted a hard massage,
and she worked on me for about 40
minutes popping and cracking every one of my joints. She started to
concentrate on my groin area and
asked if I wanted a "special" massage but declined, as I had a big
night planned with Emily, and frankly
the not-so-young lady did nothing for my urges. Special massages in
Manila usually mean either manual
release or full service, but almost never oral sex.
I was feeling a bit looser and headed back into Ermita to see how
the place looked in the daytime. It
was, frankly, much better looking at night, so I ducked into a number of
the clubs, killing most of the late
afternoon watching the beautiful women dancing on stage. For some
reason I never tire of that activity.
Rather than having supper in Ermita, I grabbed a cab back to the
hotel and hung out in the lobby
waiting for Emily. She arrived at about five minutes before seven,
looking quite nice in heels and a
lightweight dress. I asked if she wanted to go out to eat and she said
no, she'd rather go up to the room
and eat in.
I knew then that it was going to be another wonderful night in
Manila.
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