Easter Sunday noontime poon with Roxanne @ Affection Night bar
Wake up at 8am, feeling no more jet lag. A resplendent morning, without a cloud in the sky. Going to be a scorcher, hopefully in more ways than one.
Start with 20 laps in the pool, then get the rest of my roast chicken from the fridge. On the counter by the sink, where I left some chicken scraps, there're now zillions of tiny ants crawling about. I crush them with toilet paper. Must remember to be super-hygienic when eating in my room.
Around 10 AM I leave my hotel to head for one of my favorite Angeles haunts: the wine bars on blow row, where 2 hrs of FS cost P800 (less than $20).*I find most blow-row girls absolutely lovely, though rarely flawless.*
But lesser cost certainly adds to erotic allure for me. I'm a satisficer and not a maximizer in my erotic quest; *I'd rather bang a humble young mom with a Caesarian than some blue-tag showgirl with an attitude in any case.
A portly German named Alfons who's staying at the same hotel is just heading to Walter's Bistro for breakfast, and we stroll there together. He has been coming to Angeles for 6 yrs and has a lot of insider knowledge.
I drop off my laundry at a place on Perimeter that's open this Easter Sunday. Then*I stop in at CPI Call Shop & Business Cafe for mango lassi. I read a front-page report in the Philippine Inquirer, about a boatload of toxic trash (adult diapers and household waste) shipped from Canada to the Philippines! There's a petition against such overseas trash disposal in poor countries on
www.Change.org which I'll definitely sign.
I'm the only customer and end up having an in-depth chat with the waitress Michelle, a stunning beauty with no kids who's learning Japanese in hopes of escaping poverty by moving to Japan.*
On the way to Raymond blow row I feel thirsty and stop at Mason Drugs for a bottle of soya milk, which gives me a nice prop to hold on to as I scout out the wine bars for prospects.
And I don't have to search for long. *On the bench outside Affection Night bar, I spot a chocolate-brown petite with spiffily colored hair, a naughty smile and striking blue eye shadow.
"You smoke?" I ask Roxanne, after the usual preliminaries.
"I smoke this," she replies, pointing to my privates.
*She's from Laguna just S of Manila, 23, 5'1, lives with her 2-yr-old girl in Angeles (paying her lady-boy cousin to take of her during the day), and lost her husband due to an illness.
*I later learn, she was raped by a jeepney driver and his friend. She started this job just 4 days ago (so she says), to buy diapers and milk for her baby and help other members of her large, destitute family.
Roxanne packs a little extra around the midriff, but I like her expressive face and her ready communicativeness. I pay mamasan the P800, to take Roxanne upstairs. But*I find out, a recent police inspection has led to the closure of the upstairs rooms, so*we hail a trike to take us back to my hotel.*
Roxanne is self-conscious at first about her little paunch and tries to keep it covered with a towel, but I reassure her that I think she's beautiful all over.
My words seem to help make Roxanne enthusiastic about her promised "smoking" of that fat cigar between my legs. She does an outstanding job, with a bit of guidance.
*I dive in for a minute of DATY before handing her the condom-wrapped vibrator (my condom--she didn't bring any).*The unaccustomed vibrations obviously set off a wave of arousal in Roxanne, and for the next hour she rarely puts the vibro aside.
*I insert myself into her trimmed tight clam in mish first, then lively ACG & CG, doggie and lazy doggie, and reverse piledriver.*This girl is a pleaser every step of the way, except for discouraging my Greek ambitions.*
She seems to enjoy animated pounding and keeps shouting, "Oh shit, shit, SHIT!!!" *I achieve a terrific blowout in mish.
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As we lie in our post-coital embrace, I learn that Roxanne's former job--massage--didn't pay her bills. The only other customer she ever had during her 4 days in this new job, she says, was an American who left her a *P800 tip. But the didn't like him because he refused to take a shower, saying he had showered 3 hrs before.
My barfine gives me 2 hrs, and I put Roxanne's massage training to the test. Roxanne is eager and gives me a thorough head-to-foot massage, obviously revelling in her skill. I'm not stingy with compliments.
We just finished dressing when I remember photos. I do not ask Roxanne to disrobe again, *and she happily poses for clothed photos.
Roxanne says she gets only P300 from the P800 I paid mamasan. So I give her a P500 tip and, when she confirms she loves chocolate, throw in a P140 Toblerone. Her face lights up with joy, but she worriedly asks, "How much did that cost?"
*Then I walk her out of the hotel, hug her goodbye and pay the trike driver to take her back to her bar.*
An Easter Sunday nooner plus massage that will have a place among my fondest vacation memories.