Mongering Report Angeles City Subic
This mongering report on my last trip to Angeles City and
Subic Bay won’t cover as many days as other trip reports because my trips to Angeles
City and Subic Bay are usually overnighters. That’s because I live in Manila
and for me the journey is no more than two hours from when I leave home to when
I have a LBFM filipina bargirl sitting on my lap in an Angeles City bar (even
less if I skip the stop at Starbucks on the NLEX on the way up).
I don’t envy mongers who have to fly halfway around the
world for an annual taste of Asian pussy. For me – living in Manila in
semi-retirement - it’s perfect to have Sin City almost on my doorstep. I
wouldn’t like to live right in Angeles City because my wife would always be
watching me like a hawk, but being in Manila she has no idea how well I know
the NLEX!
Anyhow, a few weekends ago my wife decided she would stay
over at her sister’s place on the other side of town on the Saturday night and
decided to take the maid with her. We used to have an old ugly maid, but now we
have a young filipina one who is very screwable, so she rarely leaves her in
the house alone with me. That’s fine with me because it gives me more
opportunities for overnighters to Angeles City.
For this trip I particularly wanted to go to Lost in Asia
because I had seen some filipina photos of some really nice girls from there
posted in this Philippines Nightlife forum (I like slim, small breasted filipina
bargirls – girl-next-door types, not showgirls).
One of the problems that I have in going to Angeles City at
short notice is finding good accommodation. Most of the time all the good
places are booked out well in advance, so I either see what is available on
agoda.com or just drive to Angeles City and take my chances. I wanted to be as close as possible to Lost
in Asia, so I looked up on agoda.com what was the closest place with vacant
rooms, and it turned out to be the Savannah Resort Hotel on Don Juico Ave
(Perimeter Rd). I checked the reviews on TripAdvisor, and they didn’t seem to
be too bad, checked they had guest parking available (not all hotels in Angeles
City do) and they did, so I booked a room online with Agoda which cost me US$58
(without breakfast).
When I got to the Savannah Angeles City Hotel on the
Saturday afternoon I was a bit disappointed with what I saw. The place looked
very run down and there was no air-conditioning in the foyer, bar or restaurant
(something that at this time of the year you sorely need) and the elevator
wasn’t working at the time I checked in (they fixed it later). Fortunately the
air-conditioning in the room was working fine, but I found everything else very
average.
The only thing I liked about the place were the paintings on
the walls (a reviewer on TripAdvisor had remarked that “the decor is not very
wholesome - the walls are decorated with paintings of scantily-clad (some nude)
women and may offend some sensibilities”.
I certainly wasn’t offended!
I showered and changed and went down to the hotel restaurant
for dinner as several TripAdvisor reviewers had remarked how good the food was.
But I didn’t find it anything special (edible, but that was about it).
Mongering in Angeles City May 2012
So then it was off to Lost in Asia Angeles City Bar.
I walked there because I wasn’t sure whether there would be
any parking spaces outside the bar (turns out there was). It was a bit further
than I thought, so I was looking forward to my first drink when I got there.
Inside I found there was a party in full swing with topless girls up on the
stage wearing nurses’ hats and half-wrapped in toilet paper. A middle-aged woman (the mamasan perhaps) was
in the process of pulling down the girl’s briefs to see if they were shaved or
not, and one of the male customers was taking close-ups of their pussies with a
little pocket camera (maybe we will see those on these forums sometime?).
“Well”, I thought, “plenty of action here”. I sat down at a
table in front of the stage, called a waitress over, ordered a drink and
started checking the girls out. The bar was smaller and a bit seedier than I
had expected from the photos I had seen posted on this board, but I wasn’t
disappointed with the quality of the girls. There were some real cuties there,
and several whose photos I had already downloaded to my hard drive.
There were about 6-8 guys at adjacent tables with a few
girls hanging around them, and I got them impression that they were regulars
because all the girls seemed to know them well. There were around 20 girls in
total in the bar. Apart from the few with the guys at the other tables, there
were two playing pool and the rest just sitting around chatting.
I tried to make eye contact with a couple of the filipina
bargirls but got no response. None of them came up to me to ask whether I would
like some company. No mamasan approached me to ask if I would like a girl. No
waitress asked if I would like to buy any of the bar girls a drink. In fact it was like I wasn’t even there.
I have never been in a bar mongering before (at least not
this type of bar) where NOBODY made any approach whatsoever. I don’t like bars
where you are constantly being hassled to take a bargirl or buy ladies’ drinks,
but Lost in Asia is the other extreme.
It felt like this was a bar for regulars and any ‘outsiders’ that
happened to walk in were just ignored.
Pity, because I really liked a couple of the bargirls there. In fact, before I left, I called one of them
over and asked them a question about who the party was for (“one of the guys
over there” she said). But she just turned around after answering the question
and continued chatting with her friend. There obviously wasn’t any chemistry
there so I got up and left.
Mirrors Club Angeles City Bar Experience
I walked back down the road towards the Savannah because I
remembered seeing what looked like quite a nice bar called Mirrors Club a bit
further along the road. Mirrors is quite
a classy place. Very well fitted-out inside and 2-3 times as large as Lost in
Asia. They didn’t have a lot more girls in there (20-25 max) but a lot more
customers. From time to time one of the
girls would come and sit next to me, chat for a while, but if I didn’t buy them
a drink, she would leave and another girl would take her place. None of them
pressured me to buy them a drink but I liked the fact that I was able to see
the girls close-up and talk to them for a while.
The way Mirrors had things organized was just about the
right amount of pressure for me. But
most of the girls were showgirl types, and many with big breasts, so I didn’t
see anything to take my fancy and decided to move on.
I knew from the walk down from the Savannah that there
weren’t many more bars in that direction, so I decided to go back towards Lost
in Asia because there were three or four smaller bars I had passed. I ended up
in Roadies, which is right next door to Lost in Asia. I can’t remember
specifically why I ended up in that one rather than any of the others.
Roadies is a very small bar. Half the size of Lost in Asia
and is not much more than a passageway with a narrow stage down one side and a
long bench seat down the other. It was there that I met Joanna.
I spent the rest of the evening chatting and cuddling with
Joanna, bought her a few lady drinks, and at 11 pm when the bar closed,
arranged to bar fine her (you can hardly call it an EWR when the bar is closing).
When we got outside the bar there were about 20 bargirls
coming out of the adjacent bars (seems they were all closing at the same time).
They were all piling into an empty jeepney, and I asked Joanna if we could take
that back to the Savannah.
She said yes so we squeezed in and headed back to the
Savannah (I discovered that the jeepney fares had gone up from 8 pesos to 8.50
– so now we have somewhere to spend all those pesky 25 centavo coins!). On the
way I realised that I was the only guy on board apart from the driver. There were 17 bar girls in total and at least
10 of them I would have been happy to barfine.
So now I know where to go on my next trip – the two bars next to Roadies
on the other side to Lost in Asia. There are some filipina bargirl cuties in there.
Joanna was only into the soft stuff (massage, kissing, etc).
I enjoyed my time with her but decided to let her go after an hour because I
really wanted a good fuck. So I gave her
a 500 pesos tip and jumped into the shower to prepare to hit the Angeles City barsat Fields Avenue.
Mongering on Fields Avenue May 2012
When I got out of the hotel there were no taxis or tricycles
outside, so I started walking towards Fields.
Surprisingly no tricycles stopped all the way down to the junction with
Malabanias Road, and just as one did, I spotted some nice looking girls outside
the Miss Magic bar, so decided to stop off there instead. I hadn’t been inside
that bar before and was really surprised at how big it is when I walked inside.
It looks very ordinary from the outside but inside it is very spacious with a
large stage.
It was 12.45 am and they told me they would be closing at 1
am, so I ordered a drink and sat down to check out the girls. I was the only
customer in the place so I had about 30 girls to choose from. Half of them went
up onto the stage and started dancing. The other half paraded themselves in
front of me. I fell in love with one of the girls at the front in two seconds
flat and asked her to join me. I bought
her a drink and we started chatting. I found out she was 25 (that was good
because I was looking for a girl more experienced than the 19-year-old
Joanna) but before I could even ask her
name, another monger walked into the bar, walked straight over to her and put
his arm around her. They exchanged kisses and greetings and then because he
could see she was with a customer, he went and sat on his own at another table.
None of the other girls approached him so I guessed he was one of my girl’s
regulars. From that point on it was clear she lost interest in me. But she
continued chatting and I was determined to see if there was any chance she
would go with me (even though I strongly suspected the other guy had come to
bar fine her). When closing time came at 1 am I asked her whether she would go
with me. But she just smiled and said “No, sorry, not tonight, but thanks for
the drink”.
Just my luck! There I was, the ONLY customer in a bar
with 30 girls to choose from and another monger comes in minutes before it
closes and snatches her away from me. But I try not to get too upset (even
though I was already imagining a great night in the sack with her) because the
other guy was 20 years younger and much better looking than me.
So I continue my trek towards Fields Avenue. At that stage I
don’t have far to walk so I didn’t bother looking for a tricycle. Over the next
hour or so I checked out quite a few of the bars right down to the end of
Walking Street. Some I just walked into, had a quick look, and if I didn’t see
anything that I immediately liked, walked out.
In others, if the talent looked promising, I ordered a drink to spend
more time checking out the Filipina bargirls.
I didn’t find any of the bars particularly pushy in terms of
girls asking for drinks. There was one in Walking Street (can’t remember its
name) where the mamasan asked me a few times if I would like to choose a girl,
but apart from that one there wasn’t much pressure. I was pleased I wasn’t made
to feel invisible like I was at Lost in Asia.
At around 2 am I stopped at the ice-cream parlour just down
from Brown Sugar bar on Fields Avenue, and as I was standing on the sidewalk
eating my double Dutch chocolate cone, a cute young door girl at Brown Sugar
approached me and asked me to check out her bar. She had such a sweet smile, it was hard to
turn her down, so I made that my next port of call.
When I walked into the bar I went straight to the men’s room
at the back so I could check out the girls who were sitting at the tables away
from the stage. There seemed to be some
talent there, so I took a seat two rows back from the stage where I had a good
view of most of the bar. A few minutes
later the door girl walked in and sat down at the front of the stage. She
turned her chair towards me and smiled. I thought this was strange because she
looked only 18-19 and I’m an retiree in my sixties, so why would she be smiling
at me given all the younger guys in the bar (it was fairly busy). I looked
around to see if she was smiling at someone behind me, but the guys there
already had their hands full. I mouthed the words “Are you smiling at me?” to
her. Of course, she couldn’t hear me over the music in the bar, but it prompted
her to come over to me and ask me what I had said.
When I asked the question again, she said she was smiling at
me because she thought I looked like a ‘kind’ man. I decided to buy her a drink
because I thought I could ask her about some of the girls in the bar, and
sometimes it is easier to check out the girls without being hassled by them.
She told me her name was Mayrose. I didn’t initially consider trying to latch
onto Mayrose because she looked too young and I didn’t want another
inexperienced 19-year-old – I was looking for a more experienced girl for a
good fuck. However, the more I talked to
her the more I was attracted to her, and at one stage, half in jest, I said to
her “it’s a pity you can’t bar fine the door girl”.
Then I discovered something that in all my years of
mongering I hadn’t realized – you CAN barfine the door girl!
I think the revelation that the filipina door girl could be barfined
made me forget the purpose of my mission (to find a more experienced bargirl ) and
before I knew it I was handing over 1900 pesos to the mamasan to take the door
girl back to my hotel.
The waitress brought me a bottle of Party Animal which I
left on the table, and then we headed out onto the street to find a tricycle to
take us back to the Savannah. There was one waiting right outside. I asked how
much. He replied 100, so I said “fine, let’s go”. (I know the fare should only
be about 30 pesos, but nobody will take you for that at 3 am in the morning, so
there’s no point in arguing over the fare. As long as they don’t ask for more
than 100, I just let it be. Your girl is certainly not going to want to walk
two kilometers in the dark down Perimeter!)
On to the Angeles City Hotel for sex with a bargirl
I then asked Mayrose if she wanted to shower.
“No need” she said. “Oh dear”, I thought, “That’s exactly what Joanna
had said earlier in the evening. I don’t think much is going to be happening
here tonight”. By then I had learned
that Mayrose was 19 years old, so I was preparing myself for another session
with an inexperienced girl – especially given that Mayrose was a door girl, and
not one of the dancers.
How wrong I was!
We started kissing and before I knew it I was having one of
the best fucks that I can remember for a long time. In fact we fucked seven times that night. She
kept waking me up for more and by morning I was exhausted. I managed to come
only five times. At my age that is my limit for one night, but Mayrose nearly
pushed me over that limit the last two times we fucked. I was THAT close to
coming a sixth and seventh time, but I think if I had gone the whole way I
would have had a heart attack. And that
would have taken some explaining to my wife (if I had lived to offer any
explanation that is).
For a 19-year-old, Mayrose was amazing. She really knew how
to satisfy a guy. She has a great body and is very affectionate. When she took
her clothes off I found her to be a little more chubby than I normally like in
girls, but she seemed to enjoy the sex as much as I did, so that made the
experience even more satisfying.
When I woke up in the morning I found a text message from my
wife on my phone to say she would not be coming home until after lunch on
Monday, so I immediately asked Mayrose whether she would like to spend the day
with me if I stayed over in Angeles City an extra night. She said yes (she said
it was her day off on Sunday) so I suggested we go to Subic Bay for the day for
some mongering.
I checked out of the hotel (I had only booked the one night)
and we drove over to the SM Mall for breakfast. She asked if we could go to
Jolibee (fried chicken, rice and a chocolate shake seem to be the standard
breakfast for these girls). I said “Yes, as long as you don’t expect me to eat
anything there.” I watched her have her breakfast, and then we went to
Starbucks and she watched me have my breakfast.
When we got back to the car park I asked her to put her seat
belt on because we might get stopped by the police and asked for money if she
doesn’t wear it (I always use that reasoning with Filipinos because if you ask
them to put a seat belt on for their own safety, they will just reply “No
need”).
What then ensued was so funny that I wish I had videotaped
it. She had obviously never worn a seat belt before because she got herself
completely tangled up trying to put it on, almost strangling herself in the
process.
We got onto the SCTEX and drove to Subic Bay. I think I had
just about exhausted conversation with her in the bar the previous evening, and
apart from explaining to her how a toll road works, we didn’t talk much on the
hour’s drive to Subic. But she seemed happy just listening to music and texting
her friend.
I always carry a few extra clothes in the car in case an
overnighter turns into a two-nighter, but she had nothing with her except a
spare dress and her phone. So I told her that we would go to SM when we got to
Subic and buy some panties and a toothbrush.
She said she also needed to buy some flat shoes because the heel on her
high-heeled shoes had broken.
When we got to Subic, I parked at the SM Mall and took her
into the department store. I asked her to go and choose her shoes and panties,
and that I would meet her in 15 minutes at the cashier’s desk. She looked a bit
apprehensive about that, perhaps fearing I was about to abandon her in Olongapo
City, but I reassured her that I would be back (I needed a crap and also to go
to the ATM and draw some extra cash, and I didn’t want her to see me doing
that).
I went back to the cashier’s desk after 15 minutes and
discovered that she had already paid for her shoes and panties out of the tip
that I had given her earlier in the morning. “I was intending to pay for
those”, I said. I reimbursed what she had spent and she was delighted with
that. Obviously Mayrose has not been in the business for very long.
As she hadn’t been to Subic before, I gave Mayrose a quick
tour around the area, then we headed over to Barretto Beach to see if we could
find a room at one of the resorts there. Fortunately the Wild Orchid had some
standard rooms available at 4099 pesos, so I took one of those. I dropped my
bag off in the room and we went down to the pool bar to have lunch.
After our photo session we had some after-lunch sex and a
nap. That was followed by some after-nap sex and then we watched TV for a while
because it was very hot outside.
In the evening we drove back into Subic and went to a
seafood restaurant on the ocean front. This last picture was taken there. It’s
not as good as the other photos because it was taken with my mobile phone.
When we got back to the resort after dinner we had a drink
in the bar and then back to the room for more sex. This time as I was about to enter her she
said “More boom-boom? All you want to do is boom-boom!” That took me back a bit
because she seemed to have been enjoying the sex as much as I was. So I said to her “You don’t want to boom-boom
now?” “No”, she replied. So I told her that wasn’t a problem. I was tired
anyway, “So let’s sleep and we can have another session in the morning”. I
turned over to sleep and started to doze off. After a few minutes I felt a tap
on my shoulder. “You want to boom-boom?” she said.
We only had sex four times the second night, but that was
enough for me as the seven sessions had worn me out the night before. The morning session was particularly good as
that was my 11th time inside her so I was able to make it last (I had come far
too quickly the first couple of times).
We had a good breakfast at the resort and headed back to Angeles
City. I dropped her off at the SM Mall so I could get back onto the NLEX via
the SCTEX to avoid battling the traffic along Aniceto Gueco St. My wife had texted me earlier to say she
would be home around 2 pm, so I didn’t want to risk getting stuck in a traffic
jam in Angeles City. As it turned out I got home right on 1.45 pm so that was
perfect timing.
A little after 2 pm, a taxi pulled up and my wife and the
maid came inside. My wife looked at me and said “You look tired. What have you
been doing over the weekend?” “I tried
getting some exercise”, I replied. “But maybe I overdid it a bit”.
