Subic - 10/03/09 - Cecile

Irene was up and about fairly early, left the room just before 7am (no tip) No problems or fuss, we just both knew it didn’t work.

I had breakfast and went to check my emails at a nearby Internet Café – happily all seemed quite calm back in the UK, no client issues to deal with. I dropped off some laundry and went down to the money changers, then back to the hotel to write up this diary – it’s just too hot to be outside for long. I need to study the climate and geography of this country, it’s unbearable because of the high (85%-90%) humidity at this time of the year. I think I’ll make the climate a #1 issue when looking at possible places to stay longer term – yes, I have come to the conclusion that I want to relocate to the Philippines!

Some girlie bars open at noon here, others from 2pm, the majority open at 6pm. I decided to try my luck around 15:30 at Night Riders, just 50 yards from the hotel. There were a couple of other punters there, one playing pool with one of the girls. Half a dozen dancers were on stage, doing their thing. I plonked myself down on a sofa a short distance from the bar and found myself quickly surrounded by 3 girls. They all seemed so bloody young, though they are usually quite a bit older than they look. One cheeky gal sat on the arm of the sofa and swung her legs over mine. She said “you looking for a girl sir”? I replied “no, I’m looking for two bisexual women actually, not young girls”. This didn’t phase her in the least, even though I would put her at being no more than 22 years old. To prove her point she showed me the rear of her ID card with her birth date … she was 29! I later learned she had 5 kids too – bloody hell, these girls wear well.

I exchanged some banter with these 3, though none had really taken my fancy. I had my eye on one of the dancers when a door opened and in came a slightly older girl to whom the others instantly deferred. She walked over, gave me a big grin and asked if I was enjoying myself. I patted the seat beside me and said “I am now you’re here, can I buy you and these girls a drink?”  She said (inevitably) “sure, why not?” and sent one of the girls off to organise a round. It pays to be considerate and so I included the other 3, even though it was this newcomer (Cecile) I was interested in. The whole round was only about £7, so it wouldn’t break the bank. The girls would each make about 50p commission on each drink and they could see I was making a play for Cecile and would just quietly fade away into the background.

Cecile settled down beside me and we were quickly jabbing away like old pals.

She’s 31, has a 6 year old child, is well educated, internet savvy to a degree (though she has to use an Internet café, very few Filipinos have an internet connection at home). She had returned from 6 months as ‘a bloody slave’ in Saudi Arabia just 3 months earlier, this girl was adventurous in lots of ways, I admired her.

We talked about the whole ‘pay for play’ scene and got on really well. I also noticed one BIG difference from Irene the previous night, Cecile was animated and very tactile – lots of eye contact too. Irene had made very little contact and when I thought about it – ALL of my previous girls had been tactile. Touching is such an obvious indicator when you think about it. Something I would watch out for in future, for sure.

Cecile said she didn’t enjoy the bar scene very much, guys could be real arseholes sometimes – and they generally preferred the younger girls. I said that youngsters were of no interest to me and in fact the very LAST thing I would want was a cherry girl (virgin). There was a big surprise in store for me a few days later in that regard, but let’s stick with the story here for now.

Our conversation was interrupted by a lot of noise from the pool table area. The girl who was playing the expat had lost the game and had to pay a forfeit. Cecile told me that these 2 are quite evenly matched in terms of skill. If she wins he has to ring the bell and buy everyone in the bar a drink, if she loses she has to give him a blow job. “Fair enough” I think, expecting he would claim his prize later. Not so. Four girls go with him to the sofa next to us, 2 stand shielding the view from the doorway should anybody walk in off the street, the girl who lost the game got down on her knees and popped his dick in her mouth, while the 4th girl was on serviette duty, equipped to mop up the evidence when he shot his load. By the way, while Filippina girls seem happy to lick, suck and wank, they are not keen on swallowing – just so you know.

I asked Cecile when was the last time she was bar fined and she said “about 6 weeks ago”. I said “don’t you miss the sex as well as the money?” She laughed and said “yes, I like lots of both”. I really liked this gal, just out in the open about everything and on the same wavelength. I said something like “well, if you play your cards right you can have both this afternoon”. She giggled and immediately said “let’s go!” That was it, I didn’t run through my checklist as it was all flowing so well – the vibes were just right. Just under 2,000 pesos (about £28) including the LDs and she was mine until around 9am in the morning, or as she put it “… whenever”.

We hot footed it back to the hotel and prepared for some afternoon fun, it was still only about 17:30.

Cecile had her child by Caesarean section and was camera shy because of that scar – she sure as well wasn’t shy about anything else! What a great gal, up for any damned thing at all, blow jobs, anal – even a bit of light spanking. Her neat arse fitted my hand like a glove Pity she wasn’t into girls, that would have made her the perfect package. Time was running out and I had yet to find my bi girls - only 1 more night left … would have to get my act together tomorrow!

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