Arrive in Philippines Manila airport- 12:30am.
Check through customs, get baggage, take taxi, arrive in hotel 1:15am.
As we check in to the hotel I remember that I planned to share a room with my drummer. "Do you still want to do that? We could get separate rooms just in case we meet some chicks and hook up?" I ask.
"No. We have to go with it now. Whatever happens, happens."
Whatever happens, happened indeed...
We drop off our bags, and hit the bar 1:45am in the morning.
"Its late, so all the good girls will have gone home. That leaves us all the bad girls." I comment, thinking about the possible opportunities for picking up.
"There are no 'good' girls where we are going." 'Beach boy' replies. He had been to the Philippines more than 15 times and was very familiar with the place. He got us all Jager bombs to get the night started, a drink that we would be downing one after another all night.
We had walked through a beaten and rundown metro Manila to get to the bar. Street kids hassling us for cash and vendors yelling to sell their wares even in the late late evening. The streets were so cracked up and broken and the buildings were so dirty and broken it was hard to realize that this was the CBD and not just a ghetto.
In the bar, to my left a ton of half whorish half haggard looking girls. To my right, more of the same. We were soon to be surrounded. Beach boy was in his element, the other 3 of us were a little taken back. These girls didn't have it stated clearly, but they were all more than likely hookers. Well, we could say hookers, but they were hookers with a choice. Normal girls that would be easy to hook up with, but wanted a little money for their time, if I could read the situation right.
Eventually I noticed a hot girl. The drummer from my band who was joining us on this trip came up and said, "That girl is hot."
'Damn you!' I secretly thought to myself, knowing that since he had been the first to say it, it was more or less his target of attention and I should respect that and keep my distance. But I was happy that he had good taste and I'm always happy to see my bros hook up so I grabbed the girl and had her join our party. And party it was becoming. We had a mini keg of beer on our table and a group of girls were clustering us while one of our crew was dancing on stage with a girl imitating all styles of fully clothed sex acts to the beats of American pop music. Amongst the group of girls with us was a very thin girl, with these dorky looking hugeass teeth and she reminded me of my lab partner from my university days. The thing was my lab partner was a dude. Not a chick. This chick was not someone I really wanted to hang with but she was making huge efforts to be sexy that were kinda just failing but endearing nonetheless.
Jager bomb after Jager bomb and there were no girls that I found particular interest in and I had that tingling sensation that I should be doing something, I just wasn't sure what it was. Should I dance, talk to people, go for a jog or punch someone? That was the redbull speaking. I talked to some girls and told them that we should all go back to my hotel and have a party there. All the girls I talked to expressed particular distaste in doing something like that with the girl that my drummer was with. She had a lot of enemies in the place. The only girl who seemed down was the lab partner girl.
"OK, fuck this redbullshit. We are going to bounce to the hotel. Lab girl, you are coming with us." I announce to her glee. I'm thinking that if my drummer is going to be in the same room as me fucking some chick, I have to be with a chick too, and since no other girl is going to go with the drummers chick, it has to be her.
The lab girl grabs me, "Wait. I have something to tell you. But I will tell you later."
"Huh? What?"
"I tell you later. OK."
"Tell me now."
"No I tell you later. I tell you something later."
I'm not in the mood. At all. All the sugar from the redbull is making me nauseous and I want to puke yet at the same time I want to jump and hang from the ceiling and do a spinning bird kick. I tell her to speak now or I'm leaving. She keeps her silence.
This is bullshit drama that is so unnecessary. I tell her I'm leaving before I get pissed, switch to super sayan mode and give her a tiger uppercut. Another chick from our party grabs me and says, "Forget her. Lets find another girl. You tell me which girl you like and I will talk to her."
We go downstairs and I'm noticing that all the girls are about as equally unhot as the lab partner. Another friend grabs me and says, "Your chick told me the story...."
"Whoa bro, she's not my chick."
"Whatever. She said that one of the girls bought a bunch of drinks and charged them to our tab. She was just trying to do the right thing."
Now I'm confused. This sux. I don't know whats going on. My ability to comprehend more than two steps in a logical process has been cut short to only half of one. I decide the only thing to do is get shots and take the lab girl and the hot girl back for an after party.
SHOTS!
"OK Ladies, we are going to the hotel for the after party!"
But now its time for more drama, this time from the drummer's girl. "It will cost you 4ooo pesos to take me home." an amount that seems stupid by any good looking man's equation. His reply, "I'll give you 700."
"No."
"Bye."
The deal is off. The drummers chick is out. FUCK YES!! That means I can tell the dorky lab partner girl to scram and I can get some sleep. Sweeeeeet!
"Lab girl. We are going back to the hotel to sleep. You and your friends are staying here. Laterz!" Woot!
We start bailing and she's following me down the street. Grabbing onto my arm. Cool weather in the air at 5:30 am and I notice a ton of street kids and homeless people starting to gather. There as I walk, an unattractive hooker is grabbing my arm, a boy is grabbing my other arm, 2 girls and a boy are shouting at me to give them money while they make grabs at my pockets and a mother holding a baby approaches me shoving her child in my face asking for cash for food.
Surreality.
After being as clear as I possibly could about not being able to help the bar girl out ("I'm not having sex with you and you won't be getting any cash.") she claims that she just wants to sleep in our room and share a bed. Whatever. I'm cool with that much...
Recap-
-Hard drinking in a bar full of potential hookers
-Tons of weird drama
-Scammed on bar tab by whore
-Whores not hot except for one
-Hot whore hated by everyone, not DTF without a lot of cash, drummer not down to pay
-Unhot whore wants to stay in our hotel even though we won't be paying her
-2 dudes in a room with a whore
That last point again-
2 dudes in a room with a whore.
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A new story starts here.
There were these two guys that played music in a band together as a hobby. One of them played drums, the other was a singer guitarist. Both somewhat popular amongst the ladies somehow ended up in room with a lone hooker. She didn't want money, just a place to stay for a while. Just to have a nap in the early hours of the morning. She went to sleep next to the singer guitarist guy, and in a separate bed the drummer went to sleep. But it was a fitful sleep. The air conditioning was too strong, and when it wasn't the blankets were too sweaty. There was a lot of tossing and turning and very little sleep until she wakes him up by making out with him and tugging on his junk.
This eventually turns into a blowjob. This blowjob turns into sex. All the while, the drummer is "sleeping" in the bed directly beside.
That guy is me.
I'm kinda ashamed of what happened so I'm distancing myself from it by telling it in the third person perspective....
Anyway, she's riding me hard and working her hips like a ..........pro........
and she hits her climax. I'm not quite there yet, and she leans forward and tells me, "I want to fuck your friend. He is lonely."
I'm thinking in all sorts of random directions right now. Yes, its possible he is lonely and wants sex, but its unlikely he wants it with this chick. Apart from that he is sleeping. I guess I could push this chicks head onto his dick and we could get a threesome happening, but what if he wakes up rejects her and is left with me just in the bed next to him having sex with this chick. That is just awkward for everyone.
I tell the girl to not include my drummer. We finish and sleep a little but I wake pretty soon leaving her to sleep while I get some breakfast with the rest of the gang. There I'm to find out that the drummer wasn't sleeping at all, but taking peeks through the reflection in the mirror. I'm asking, "Why didn't you join in?" He's saying, "Why didn't you invite me?"
Our conclusion; he should go up to the room now, and finish the job.
He walks in the door, "What are you doing? Are you OK?"
Her reply, "I want to fuck you."
Case closed.
