I was sitting over a beer with Max.
'We really must do something.'
All the talent had been drained to the Middle East, I told him.
'It's hard to find an attractive hostess.'
Next door to my hotel was a Middle Eastern recruiting agent.
Every day I'd see the hot and big-chested babes line up to be processed to work in places like Dubai, Jeddah and Doha.
'It's just a waste,' I said to Max, 'they'll pay them nothing, have their passports confiscated and use them as sex slaves.'
Max nodded.
Here's an idea I said: 'How about we buy back all their contracts. At any one time, there over two million hot Filipina women working as maids in the Middle East. If we can get them back, then maybe the white sex tourists might come back to the Philippines. As it is, there are only grannies to fuck.'
Max smiled and I continued.
'Besides, many of these girls are talented and deserve to help build upon their own economy instead of being separated from their families and at the mercy of those brutes.'
In Riyadh alone, I continued, 'one thousand Philipino women were brutally raped in the public square last week for apparently stealing something.'
'I'd believe it,' said Max, who was on the horn to Langley.
A week later while having a beer, headlines were breaking.
We had bought over two million contracts back. Money talks in the Middle East. And all those flipper huns were back in their homeland within days.
And at my bar, I had the cutest and hottest babes serving me drinks.
The Philippine economy spiked that week also, seeing a record influx of aging western tourists who were getting bored with watching porn.
The President even congratulated me.
Investment flooded into the country, and I'm saying within the week that I told Max my plan and after he wired half a billion dollars, courtesy of the US President, to buy back those contacts.
It was a coup.
And my place was hiring.
Wahhabism wasn't going to take the best girls that Catholic Philippines could provide. At least not on my shift.
'Good work sport,' Max said.
It seemed I had pulled off another mission that was high on the State Department's list of things to get done.
More importantly, the Middle East had to put their oil prices down.
Who was going to wipe their bums without their Asian sex slaves?
They apparently started recruiting from Pakistan.
A poor second choice, but really, I said to Max, 'what else could the rag heads do?'
'And I bet they had to pay twice as much for their Muslim sisters.'
The Middle East was pissed off.
In one week I had sorted out a problem that no one could conceive in a lifetime. And with the backing of the greenback, it was really a piece of cake.
'You'll get a promotion for that one,' said Max, who couldn't stop salivating.
It was true, there had been a boob drain from the Philipines and now there was a surfeit of titties, all over the fucking place and willing to please for a handsome tip.
'We really must do something.'
All the talent had been drained to the Middle East, I told him.
'It's hard to find an attractive hostess.'
Next door to my hotel was a Middle Eastern recruiting agent.
Every day I'd see the hot and big-chested babes line up to be processed to work in places like Dubai, Jeddah and Doha.
'It's just a waste,' I said to Max, 'they'll pay them nothing, have their passports confiscated and use them as sex slaves.'
Max nodded.
Here's an idea I said: 'How about we buy back all their contracts. At any one time, there over two million hot Filipina women working as maids in the Middle East. If we can get them back, then maybe the white sex tourists might come back to the Philippines. As it is, there are only grannies to fuck.'
Max smiled and I continued.
'Besides, many of these girls are talented and deserve to help build upon their own economy instead of being separated from their families and at the mercy of those brutes.'
In Riyadh alone, I continued, 'one thousand Philipino women were brutally raped in the public square last week for apparently stealing something.'
'I'd believe it,' said Max, who was on the horn to Langley.
A week later while having a beer, headlines were breaking.
We had bought over two million contracts back. Money talks in the Middle East. And all those flipper huns were back in their homeland within days.
And at my bar, I had the cutest and hottest babes serving me drinks.
The Philippine economy spiked that week also, seeing a record influx of aging western tourists who were getting bored with watching porn.
The President even congratulated me.
Investment flooded into the country, and I'm saying within the week that I told Max my plan and after he wired half a billion dollars, courtesy of the US President, to buy back those contacts.
It was a coup.
And my place was hiring.
Wahhabism wasn't going to take the best girls that Catholic Philippines could provide. At least not on my shift.
'Good work sport,' Max said.
It seemed I had pulled off another mission that was high on the State Department's list of things to get done.
More importantly, the Middle East had to put their oil prices down.
Who was going to wipe their bums without their Asian sex slaves?
They apparently started recruiting from Pakistan.
A poor second choice, but really, I said to Max, 'what else could the rag heads do?'
'And I bet they had to pay twice as much for their Muslim sisters.'
The Middle East was pissed off.
In one week I had sorted out a problem that no one could conceive in a lifetime. And with the backing of the greenback, it was really a piece of cake.
'You'll get a promotion for that one,' said Max, who couldn't stop salivating.
It was true, there had been a boob drain from the Philipines and now there was a surfeit of titties, all over the fucking place and willing to please for a handsome tip.
