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Nacho's Revenge: The Reckoning (3-day Counterattack) by Grande Nachos.
Like a veteran gambler in Vegas on a very bad streak, I had to throw some good money after bad to get my luck back... so I took the decision to extend my trip from Wednesday night all the way to Sunday morning.
Angeles City or bust!
Day Zero – Retreat, Plan and Regroup (and a 3-holer!)
So Wednesday night, in Makati, me and my work buddy wanted to do one more night in town, but as usual, we started too early. We went to this weird Japanese Karaoke Club, where we switched girls every 20 minutes. All you can drink the first hour for 500p, and I’m sure I drank enough to justify the cost. Found out about this 'Japanese Scholarship Program' where they take young Filipinas (16-19 y.o.) to Japan for 6 months- 1 yr. to learn Japanese, then bring them back to work at the Karaoke clubs in Manila which cater to Japanese clients. (Whoa!) We also checked the usual places in Makati, but the place was clean. At 10pm, My buddy was tired and had to catch an early flight so he quit. I went solo to EDSA complex, looked for a 3-holer gal and found one at ‘The Space Club’ thanks to the mamasan, and she looked good too!... Had to re-train her a bit because she hadn’t been a 3-holer in a while. Finally got to use that bottle of KY I had been carrying for 12 days! Had an awesome 2 hours. Total barfine cost was 3000p.After all this I called many perimeter hotels but everywhere was booked, so I booked at the Angeles Beach Club Hotel, it is as nice as it is expensive. But, OK. Whatever. I’m back, Bitches!!!
Day One – Where Nacho Learns You Can’t Have It All.
Checked out the hotel in Manila, bought some (bad) condoms, and loaded the cellphone and wallet. I headed to the Pasay bus station, When I mentioned to the taxi driver I was going to AC, he offered to take me, wanted 3,000 peso, but negotiated down to 2,200. I know I could’ve saved some $$$ by taking bus, but I didn’t want the hassle. Too hot and I was carrying luggage. I was texting Erma, the really good short time barfine I had a week ago but she wasn’t texting back. I noticed the taxi is only doing 80 kph, and getting passed by everyone. I'm like, WTF? Turns out the taxi was powered by LPG (Liquified petroleum gas, not regular Gasoline) and gets great mileage, but speed tops at 80 kph. So at least I am being a green Mongerer. I’m sure Al Gore was proud of me for saving the earth and shit. Go Green!
Arrived and took a quickie nap. At around 3 pm I went out, I didn’t know if Erma was at work (didn’t check, duh!) instead I went to a few fields and perimeter places (Honey-pot, Brass Knob, Honey-Kos) and around 7 pm went to the Gentleman’s club. I figured Erma was barfined so I started to look for a dancer when this cute and well-spoken waitress named “JC” let me in. She got me my drinks and started talking to me. Her English was great, she was cute, so I ended up talking with her for a while (until another waitress ‘reminded’ me to buy her a drink, which I did) I also met the owner/papasan and he was a great guy. (got me a free drink!) So despite the waitress pointing out the dancers, and asking me if I was sure, I decided I wanted her. She sang really good and I gotta admit I have a soft spot for Karaoke (and had not done any on the last 12 days) so I paid her barfine, and we headed out for Karaoke and it was AWESOME. We did almost 2 hours and the singing was well above average, even for me!
Headed back to Angeles Beach Club, where we had a good conversation over movies. Finally, we took a shower together and started to realize it was a mistake. JC turned out to be a lousy lay, too many rules, and her BJ technique is best described as ‘nuzzling’ than actual sucking. She got horrorized at my suggestion of cumming into her mouth, lips or face. Ended up on her tits and she didn’t like it. I was like... man! She is cute, she can sing, can tell apart Sean Connery from Roger Moore and Daniel Craig, takes my laptop to open youtube to sing and to show me funny videos…. Why did she had to be a lousy lay?!? I ended up playing ‘Dr. Phil’ as she told me how she hasn’t gotten over some Australian dude who took her steady for a month. (I guess I *had* the full GFE experience, including the talking) I hinted she could ‘leave’ at midnight, but we were tired so we fell asleep.
So, the BF I wanted, Erma, may have a limited 200 word English vocabulary and not seen a movie in years nor she can sing, but she can fuck me to Nirvana and back. JC, for all her charms, was a lousy lay with sentimental baggage. You really can’t have it all, my friends.
Day Two- Steady to Subic
So, in the morning got a text from Erma, to meet at 11 am at Dr. Holms. YES! I knew I was leaving for Subic at 2pm from Kokomos. So I asked her if she wanted to go steady for 2 days. (I guess I wanted to take it slow in Subic. Next time I’ll go alone) She squealed with happiness (I knew I made the right decision to come back!) She got her stuff, we went to ABC for a quickie before leaving and boy, it was the best quickie ever. Didn’t even made it to the bed. Those couches at ABC are really great.
We walked to Kokomo’s and waited for the shuttle. I was very glad to have gone ‘steady’ since there were also 2 other ‘couples’ at the shuttle. Arrived at Subic near 4pm. Just enough time to see the beach and take a boat around the bay. The only floating bar I saw was a private one from a larger hotel. At the hotel room, the smell of the cleaning liquid in the room was a bit strong when I checked in, but the hotel bar/restaurant/pool were precisely what I needed. It was late and the beach was near empty, but since I hadn’t seen the beach at all in the last 12 days, it was an epic win. I felt sooo good. After boating, We had a long dinner, got Erma two Mango margaritas and did 2 loooong rounds. Not a 3 holer, but very Malibog, for sure. I wanted to go outside to the clubs, but that second round ended too late and sleep won us over. She doesn’t like 69’s but she did at least one. One more round at 4 am when I woke up. Could’ve used my vitamin V shot for that one. (but like a moron, I left it in Manila)
Day Three - Threesome attempt 2.0 – EPIC FAIL 2.0
In the morning, after breakfast and a walk, went back to the room for a quick BJ. Irma wanted boom-boom, but no time! Shuttle was leaving back to AC at noon. When we got to Angeles Beach Club, we went for it again. I told her I wanted to go bar hopping for my last night, and wanted a threesome with a 3holer. She went for it. After going to SM mall to shop for new luggage for me.
So I knew I had to leave at 3 am that night, we started early, we went on the hunt at Eruptions, then at the Body Shop, where Erma did a bodyshot on a dancers’ titties, then went to Club Lancelot, La Pasha and ended up in Gecko’s. Both me and her were asking and looking for a 3-holer girl. No Luck. The girls we found before Geckos were either cherry, weirded out that me and my girl were looking for a third wheel, etc. We ran into my first BF at the Dollhouse, but she acted jealous and didn’t want to come with us. With time running out we picked a good looking 20 year old girl at Gecko’s (no 3 holer though), asked if she wasn’t shy, or a cherry and if she was OK with a threesome. She said yes to all, but later found out she did NOT do blowjobs’s at all!?!? (WTF?) Despite being at Gecko’s for three months and having Erma there showing her how to give a damned BJ, (covered or not) she didn’t go for it. And then Erma felt asleep for all those drinks. I tried doing the other girl doggy-style, but the ‘no BJ policy’ put a damper on things, combined with the fucking horrible condoms, and I sure could’ve used the Vitamin V at this moment. I let the other gal go with a 50p tip, Erma called me Kuripot but I said fuck it, be happy I gave her something. I woke up Erma for one last round but I was running on fumes here, my friends. But I left very happy and near exhausted. I reached my limit, first time ever.
Left Irma a 1000p tip, and my cellphone number. My taxi arrived to pick me up at 3am. I got to the airport by 5:30am (had an 8:30am flight) At the airport, I counted my pesos and wistfully noted I had enough for one more barfine, but as Captain Zapp Brannigan says: ‘The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised’
I shall return. Better, stronger and wiser. I will have my threesome, the way I want it, dammit!
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