Not bad as whores go, very slim, an ass that would look divine doing doggy and a pretty face, in a pixish kind of way.
A bit on the skinny side. But still very fuckable.
She had just been to LA Cafe.
What's that?
A place with many girls, she says. I like looking at the foreign girls.
Are you a lesbian?
No, I just like looking at the girls.
Huh, she likes looking at her competition.
My bet is that they were local whores looking for foreign tourists just like myself. Or perhaps they were Russsian whores, they seem to be all over Asia begging with their cunts.
Would you like a massage, she asks. I'm feeling a twitch already. Thoughts race through my mind. This could be a great intro to Manila.
Instead:
I got a fucked up neck and back because of those massage butchers down at Manila Bay.
I know her massage would be more gentle, I can just visualise it.
It's a soft no I'm giving her. I didn't even bother negotiating a price, though I know it's 500 persos an hour, she'd be looking for 1000 pesos just to cover her rent. The security boys had given me the rundown on prices. It pays to be in the know.
She's angling for a fuck but I'm playing cool. I've over massages and their humbugging stories. I'll get a bigger one with her if I let into my humble room.
She had until 12 to cough up the rent money at the Korean run hotel I'm staying at in downtown Manila.
Here we go. Abdul, the Muslim security guard who is now my best friend, must have sent her my way. We speak numbers and whores. Nah, too expensive, I said of another whore.
I'm gonna get stung.
It's a quick departure to the room for a wank in the bank. It's a big saving.
There' s a new receptionist. She was even hotter than the whore. We are both enamoured with Jessi Belle. She's a bit unsure what she has got herself into.
A job is a job, I say.
I've saved a fortune today already. I tell Abdul I want to stay here longer and can't afford to get mixed up with messy whores.
I could have got a bargain fuck too. But my heart said just be patient and pay respect to the wank towel. It never lies. It never steals. It never gets you into trouble.
Listen, I feel really bad not helping out a pretty lady in distress. What you have done if you were in my shoes?
If she had of offered to wear either a hijab or a nun's habit, I might well have taken the massage option.
You got to cover all your religious bases, right?
A bit on the skinny side. But still very fuckable.
She had just been to LA Cafe.
What's that?
A place with many girls, she says. I like looking at the foreign girls.
Are you a lesbian?
No, I just like looking at the girls.
Huh, she likes looking at her competition.
My bet is that they were local whores looking for foreign tourists just like myself. Or perhaps they were Russsian whores, they seem to be all over Asia begging with their cunts.
Would you like a massage, she asks. I'm feeling a twitch already. Thoughts race through my mind. This could be a great intro to Manila.
Instead:
I got a fucked up neck and back because of those massage butchers down at Manila Bay.
I know her massage would be more gentle, I can just visualise it.
It's a soft no I'm giving her. I didn't even bother negotiating a price, though I know it's 500 persos an hour, she'd be looking for 1000 pesos just to cover her rent. The security boys had given me the rundown on prices. It pays to be in the know.
She's angling for a fuck but I'm playing cool. I've over massages and their humbugging stories. I'll get a bigger one with her if I let into my humble room.
She had until 12 to cough up the rent money at the Korean run hotel I'm staying at in downtown Manila.
Here we go. Abdul, the Muslim security guard who is now my best friend, must have sent her my way. We speak numbers and whores. Nah, too expensive, I said of another whore.
I'm gonna get stung.
It's a quick departure to the room for a wank in the bank. It's a big saving.
There' s a new receptionist. She was even hotter than the whore. We are both enamoured with Jessi Belle. She's a bit unsure what she has got herself into.
A job is a job, I say.
I've saved a fortune today already. I tell Abdul I want to stay here longer and can't afford to get mixed up with messy whores.
I could have got a bargain fuck too. But my heart said just be patient and pay respect to the wank towel. It never lies. It never steals. It never gets you into trouble.
Listen, I feel really bad not helping out a pretty lady in distress. What you have done if you were in my shoes?
If she had of offered to wear either a hijab or a nun's habit, I might well have taken the massage option.
You got to cover all your religious bases, right?
