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Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

After two months in M.H.Del Pilar I was becoming part of the scenery. All the staff at the hotel knew me and the guard would wait to see whom I would bring home with me after a jaunt down Del Pilar. The Filipino guard was actually a pretty good bloke and I would often see him offering assistance to the more intoxicated guests staying at the hotel. Another guy who is part of the Mayfairs history is Mario the bar tender. Mario was basically a sleaze bag with what I refer to as the cricketers moustache made so famous by the Australian cricket team during the mid seventies to the early eighties. I don’t know why but personally I have a problem with Filipino men who bear the “machismo” mustache. Invariably the mustache is symbolic of a hostile attitude towards foreigners or at the very least a sort of sleazy, crafty approach towards life. But sleaze bag or not Mario was entertaining and he could always whip up a quick drink or regale guests with a humorous story of something that happened to him or somebody he once knew. Like Dave and Ken Mario was a wealth of information and seemed to know everyone but in the end my hesitancy to befriend him proved be the correct choice as he was summarily fired for theft of hotel stock. Once again my instincts concerning the mustache Filipino male proved correct.

By this time I had settled into a regular routine which would include an afternoon bar hop with David and maybe a quick short time to be followed by a night time bar hop which somehow always culminated with a visit to Visions for a late night drink and probably a bar fine. During my afternoon bar hops I would often run into Hilda standing outside Punchline and occasionally I would go inside and buy her a drink and have a little chat. Hilda always seemed laid back and very accepting of my “butterfly” ways. She would see me come and go with a procession of different girls but at no time did she ever give me grief about any of them, in fact quite the opposite, many a time she would see me walking down the street hand in hand with my bar fine and she would merely smile and wave hello. Half the time I am sure she knew the girls I was bar fining but she would never acknowledge their existence preferring instead simply to smile at me and give me a kiss on the cheek. Now I look back on it I realize this was probably her subtle feminine way of marking her territory.

Hilda and I settled into what I would call an easy going friendship and to this day I have exceedingly fond memories of her and I will be eternally grateful for all the things she easily taught me about her country and the Filipina species in general.

After doing the M.H.DelPilar and Mabini street for a two month period I decided there had to be more the Philippines than the endless little brown girls and rounds of Jack Daniels and coke. So once again it was back to my handy Lonely planet guide to the Philippines where I discovered Boracay beach. I read about Boracay and having grown up in a beach area and having experienced the Maldives a short time before coming to the Philippines, I decided Boracay was a place I should see. With visions of a tropical paradise firmly implanted in my mind’s eye, I sought out David and asked him about Boracay. David was as usual a wealth of information and as he showed me the map hanging in the travel agency office pointing out Boracay he asked me “mate who are you going to take down to there”? I looked at him and naively asked “you think I need to take someone” to which he replied “sure mate , Boracay is nice but it is hardly a place to pick up girls. There are a few hanging around but nothing to really party with after having been in Manila these last two months”. I thanked Dave for his advice and after he had booked two plane tickets for me to Boracay we decided it was time to find me a Boracay partner.

While we were walking down Mabini dodging the pot holes and constant beggars with their hands out David said “mate don’t be in any hurry to chose anyone to accompany you to Boracay all the girls will love to go there with you so just take your time. That day our first stop was Firehouse followed by Bubbles and the Delcima Club. In all these bars it was a quick visit with a few drinks and a social chat with some girls but in the end I didn’t find anyone whom I thought would be a good partner for my time in Boracay so in the end it was inevitable that I found myself walking up Del Pilar heading towards Visions.

Just as we got near Visions we passed Punchline and sure enough eagle eyed Hilda spotted us and shouted out “hi David hi Martin. Come inside we have new sexy lady.” Upon hearing this David looked at me and whispered it’s probably bullshit but what the hell it’s only one drink and then if nothing here we can head to Visions. David and myself walked into Punchline and straight away we were presented with two gorgeous young things with dark skin firm little tits firm rounded bottoms and mud between the toes. David settled right in and bought both the new girls a drink as he balanced each scantily clad young nubile on his knees. Watching this I was impressed and I found myself wondering how David could have the street so wired that he actually had former bar fines touting potential new bar fines for him. This man definitely had life figured out and I decided then and there to some extent emulate this man who was rapidly becoming my mongering hero.

Whilst David chatted away with the two new girls I found myself sliding into another easy conversation with Hilda and after about three drinks and a little grabbing of protruding body parts David loudly announced “well mate I am going to do a double header. This pair of bookends is just too good an opportunity to pass up. If you want just go on to Visions and I will catch up with you tomorrow”. I looked at Dave and at the two scantily clad dark brown girls giggling as they gently stroked his male member through his jeans and said, “yeah I can see why”. “You know what mate I think Hilda here is a great girl and we seem to get on really well so I think I will ask her to come to Boracay with me”. David smiled and said yeah that’s a great idea Hilda is always pleasant company”.

I asked Hilda if she would like to accompany me to Boracay and for an answer she gave me a beaming smile and jumped up to get her mamasan Vicki who ambled over and asked me you take Hilda Boracay” to which I replied, “yes mummy” and then she held out her hand asking me, “how long you take Hilda for” and it was just then that I realized if I was to pay for the entire time on a daily basis it was going to add up and I really didn’t know if I had enough money. I looked at David imploringly and he understood my predicament immediately. David took the mamasan together with Hilda into a corner and chatted quietly with her then 5 minutes later with a sly wink to me he said “give mummy Vicki 8 thousand piso and Hilda is all yours”. At the time I only had about 3 thousand piso on my person so I borrowed another two thousand from David and told the mamasan I would bring the balance by tomorrow or if for some reason I couldn’t I would give the money to David who would bring it in for them. This seemed to satisfy the mamasan and without further ado David and myself and three hot young Filipinas were out of there and heading back to the Mayfair for yet another night of fun and games.

That night I literally had awesome sex with Hilda, she was a little Negros wildcat. Maybe it was the promise of an extended stay in Boracay or maybe it was a genuine attraction and I can still vividly remember the painful shower as the jets of hot water hit the scratches on my back. After my shower I woke Hilda up and gave her the remaining balance of money owed to the bar and instructed her to pay the mamasan then come back because the next day we were heading down to Boracay.

Hilda was gone for about three hours and just as I was about to give up on her and head out to try and find another Boracay companion I heard a little knock at the door and when I opened it there was Hilda with a travel bag hung over her shoulder. She looked up at me and say sorry me long time I get bag from home.” Feeling somewhat relieved and with my faith in human nature now restored I gently guided Hilda to the bed and proceeded to work on a new round of scratches on my back.

Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

After I had completed my mission baby jumped off the bed and ran into the shower whilst I reclined on the bed with a well earned cigarette. After about ten minutes baby came out freshly showered and dressed ready to head back to the bar. I asked her “where are you going honey wouldn’t you like to go get something to eat or drink”, to which she looked at me and said “I tell mommy I only go short time so now you give money baby go back bar”. Now this was a little unromantic and not quite what I was expecting but I wasn’t about to argue with her so I slipped her 500 peso and sent her on her way. I remember thinking so now I know what they mean by a short time and I wasn’t particularly impressed. Ironically after I had been in the country a few months I would be actively looking for girls who specialized in short time because it was easy sex with no drama or emotional attachment but for now this just seemed a bit callous and I couldn’t help but feel slightly used.

After baby had left I headed for the shower then watched some TV and reflected on what had just happened. It was a somewhat harsh reality that I had just paid for sex and yet it was not exactly a mind blowing experience, in fact, I had experienced considerably better sex in Australia and never had to pay for it. This was not exactly an auspicious start but I thought to myself no use crying over spilt milk and I will just have to keep on looking until I find someone who will rock my world. You would have thought I would have learnt from this experience but in the coming months and years I was to often bar-fine a girl who was wild on stage but turned out to be very mediocre in the sack. Why did I keep on falling for this same old trap, I think it had something to do with being naturally attracted to a woman that had the slut appeal and at the time I was comparatively young so I figured if I am going to pay for it I will get a girl who has had the experience and knows what she is doing.

The gap between appearance and reality was just one of the seeming contradictions that make the Philippines so unique. Over here things are rarely as they seem and as David liked to say “still waters run deep mate, the ones that act wild are often just show, whereas the quiet shy ones they love it and will often be the best performers”.

With my spirits still a little low I decided to head out and hit the bars again. On my way through the foyer I saw David who asked “how was that one my boy” to which I replied “to be honest mate I got my rocks off but nothing special and I would have liked a second round but she seemed only interested in doing short time”. David gave me his lopsided smile and said “trust me I know you feel a little disappointed now but one day you will be grateful for short time”. Hearing his thoughts was a small consolation and but in a strange way it did make me feel slightly better about my first sexual experiences in the Philippines. “So where are you heading now”, asked Dave. “I thought I might just go for a bit of a walk and hit a few bars”, I replied. “Well if you hang on a minute I will come with you I have to have my Visions fix anyway and that is the bar with the best girls in town”.

David and I strolled out of the Mayfair along Mabini street then left hand turn onto M.H.Del Pilar. We walked past the blow job bars with their shady painted ladies lounging in dimly lit doorways. I remember looking at the names of the bars such as China Coast, Josies Pride the Gold Mine(where the neon sign was constantly broken and read old mine) Delcima and the Bee club just to name a few. I remember wondering how they came up for names for the bars and what were the stories behind the names of these bars.

Walking down M.H.Del Pilar with David was always an interesting experience because he really did know so many people from so many different walks of life and seemingly he knew the vast majority of girls as well. When with David you could never walk down the street without having to stop every twenty yards while he said good-day to someone or arranged a short time at some point in the near future.

We had negotiated our way through the maze of bars, beggars, partiers, bar hoppers, drunken bums, hustlers and touts and were just about at the door to Visions when David stopped by the doorway of a little bar named Punchline and said “hang on mate I just want to pop in here for one”. I told him hey “I’m easy no problem for me”. We walked into Punchline and there was a grand total of three girls dancing on a little stage to some long forgotten seventies song blaring from a juke box situated in the corner. We each pulled up a stool at the bar when suddenly a dark skinned vision of beauty sidled next to David and started chatting with him. I was absolutely dumbstruck, here we were in a little dump of a bar and from out of nowhere steps this ravishing sex goddess.

David saw the look on my face and said “you have to wait your turn my boy but hey she will be here tomorrow and in the meantime you need to meet Hilda”. “Hilda” I asked, “who is Hilda” and then as if on cue a beautiful Filipina with Chinese eyes, shiny black hair cut in a page boy style, stepped out on stage and David pointing at her said “that’s Hilda”. Well you could have knocked me down with a feather beautiful girls like this were the last thing I was expecting in a little dive like Punchline.

Here was another classic Filipino contradiction more often than not little bars like Punchline would be overlooked by the majority of customers as they gravitated towards the big bars with bright lights, loud music, and numerous girls. Just as I did most people would think, why go into the little bars when searching for a companion, after all, the bigger bars have more girls and a much better range for the customer to chose from. Whilst it is true the big bars have a greater volume of girls I have learnt that the little bars should never be overlooked as more often than not there are one or two gems inside. The little bars tend to attract the quieter more basic sort of girl and at the same time in a small bar the girls learn their trade at a rapid pace right from the word go the pressure is on to be productive and make money for everyone concerned.

I sat at the bar there watching David fondle his girls budding breasts which were barely covered by her scanty bikini along with the occasional sideways glance at the beautiful Hilda. After a preliminary fondle David bought his girl a drink and then made eye contact with Hilda motioning for her to come on down and say hello to me. Hilda came slowly down, shyly shook David’s hand and then David introduced her to me. “Hilda sweetheart I would like you to meet my friend Martin”. Hilda proffered a delicate hand which I gently shook and invited her to sit beside me and have a drink. David’s little one was a little energizer bunny whose name was Marvie and she insisted on doing a sort of private dance show where she would bend her knees and gyrate slowly up and down all the time holding her hands above her head and swaying her buttocks in a highly provocative manner. I was to see this dance a million times in the coming years but for now I was absolutely captivated as I had never seen anything like it before. I asked Hilda “can you dance like that”, to which she replied “of course” and then proceeded to do a dual show together with Marvie right there on the floor in front of us. Well that was enough for me and I said to David “mate I think I want to bar-fine this girl she is a stunner”. David looked at me shook his head and said “ok you can bar-fine her but remember the night is only young and we still have to go to Visions where there are hundreds more”. “Yes but mate this Hilda is hot so I will bar-fine her and take her with me”. Once again David shook his head and said “no way my boy. If you want her you pay the bar fine now and then we will leave her here and go to Visions, you can pick her up on the way back after we have finished bar hopping”.

After paying our bill I gave Hilda a little kiss and promised I would come back after bar hoping she looked at my earnest face and said “no problem I wait for you”. David then whispered something to Marvie and it was out the door, a short stroll down the street and into Visions the bar that was to change my life forever.

The bars in M.H.Del Pilar were like anything in the entertainment industry fickle and subject to change. What would be one year’s hot bar could the very next year be a boring dive whilst some new bar had sprung up and was now the ‘in’ place to visit. Back then in July of 1991 there were definitely three major bars all competing for the customers peso. These were Superstar, Firehouse and Visions. Of these Visions was the smallest, the newest and for me certainly the most fun. Visions was the old Pit Stop bar but it had been thoroughly renovated and a new bar with over 200 girls was created. The owners had invested in a little Australian guy named John Reed to run the place and he had turned what was a very mediocre bar into a bar full of fun and energy. There were just so many beautiful girls here and a chaotic party atmosphere unparalleled by any other bars on the strip.

Visions was in many ways the quintessential Philippines girlie bar. This bar had everything. The stage ran along the front of the bar and was always jam packed 3 deep with beautiful girls of various shapes, sizes and ages. At the front of the stage was a small serving area where the bar staff would stand and serve the drinks. Next to the serving area was a narrow wooden counter top with stools behind it where the customers could sit enjoy a drink or three and still be within touching distance of at least 20 girls. In fact in those days customers would often gravitate towards the front of the bar and the girls would nearly always dance on the wooden counter top. There was just something about the mixture of ice cold San Miguel beer and beautiful brown girls gyrating their scantily clad superbly shaped bodies, just3 feet away from you that kept people like me coming back without a moment’s hesitation. Progressing back from the stage there were a series of couches and tables which people could sit at and then at the very back of the room a dimly lit couch area where people could go about their own business, hold a private party, fondle their chosen girl or just sit back and absorb the party atmosphere that was the hallmark of Visions.

As we entered into Visions I remember thinking wow this place is rocking. There were about 50 girls on stage and every one of them looked absolutely stunning. In Visions there was always a very nice mixture of shy little provincial types some young fresh ones and the hardcore dancers who would do just about anything to get your attention and a few extra pesos.

David led me through the milling crowd of customers and girls to a small table at the end of the bar where I was introduced to John. At this stage in his life John Reed was still quite partial to a tequila or three and no sooner had we been seated than a free shot of Tequila came over. If I am honest I have to admit a severe aversion to the taste of tequila but I didn’t want to offend John so it was time to chug it down and worry about the taste and effect later.

After about ten minutes I decided it was my turn to buy back so I just ordered a round of normal drinks not being very impressed with the tequila. John thanked me and then we had a great conversation where I would ask questions about a particular girl and he would give me a blow by blow description of each girl’s particular name and talents. One of John’s particular strengths was that he knew his girls well and was eager to share the information if you asked.

Another great thing about Visions was the music quality and selection. Whilst Firehouse had the Bose cannons Visions went with the JBL power speakers and in my opinion the sound reproduction was even better than Firehouse. One particular strength of Visions was the atmosphere and the music played was a key factor in generating this. Later I was to get a job managing Visions and one of the very first things John would teach me was “play music for the girls get them partying and having fun, the rest will take care of itself”.

David and I spent about two hours in Visions just drinking, chatting to John and watching the seemingly endless parade of girls that passed by our table. After a fairly heavy nudge on the beer, shots and ladies drinks we ambled out of there and straight back into Punchline where our girls were nowhere to be seen. David asked the mamasan “where are our girls” and was greeted with the reply “for a while Sir David”. We sat down at the bar again ordered a drink and in came our girls happily munching on a green mango with fish paste. “Where have you been you little monkey” David asked Marvie and in between giggles she replied “we get food because we hungry”. “I reckon that’s bullshit” David said under his breath, “little bitch has probably been doing a short time while we were away”. Then with his moment of harsh reality over with he turned to Marvie and said “Well darling you can get food at the hotel after we finish our business” replied David. He then reached for both our bills paid them, turned to Marvie and said, “come on you little monkey daddy is feeling horny and you’re going to help me”. Obviously Marvie had been through this before as rather than being upset by being called a monkey she seemed delighted and said “me LBFM, me not monkey, me give you satisfaction you give Marvie money honey”.