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Stories about SEX in the PHILIPPINES with HOOKERS

1."Tiger Man " by Papa-san Thomas.

Once I did a side trip from Papua New Guinea where I was living , to the Philippines , with a chap by the name of John Hellard. Meant to be only a few short weeks but ended up a six months stay for me. Hellard stayed in the Philippines for only four weeks and then I was on my own. Just as well ,cause he was considered handsome by the girls and it was frustrating watching nice ones only having eyes for John. Flying solo does have its advantages some times : )

Ermita, in the Philippines was all the go at the time and there has been nothing like it since. Angeles would give it a shake for wall to wall pussy, but Ermita was always the king, until a certain Lord Mayor came along and closed the whole area down. As the years have since ticked by , neither the Mayor, the Philippines or the Tourist Industry has gained anything by its closure.

Normally, in Papua New Guinea you did not pay for sexual favours, exception being the Trobriand Islands (aka ‘Islands of Love’) where it was a centuries old tradition. If you did not give a consideration, such as food (yams, coconuts or whatever) it meant you were not satisfied with the services rendered.

However, in the Philippines you were expected to pay cash for sexual favours, especially if you were a foreigner. Add insult to injury, you were also expected to discuss the payment before you indulged. This kind of sex was something I had to get used to, cause I was still young and had never had to pay before the Philippines , except for the Trobriands where it was $5 for a foreigner. A man must respect traditions : )

In the Philippines you had god fearing catholic girls or whores, with nothing much in between. For an impatient person like me who wanted thrills but not wedding bells, the "pay as you go" girls suited me fine. Most of them were from very poor families with most or all members unemployed. One Filipina hooker could be supporting a whole family from her nocturnal activities. Some were genuine students ’working’ their way college or university , others were fake students whose only course was inter-course.

Waitresses were a favourite of mine, cause you could get to know them before committing yourself by regularly visiting their restaurant and tipping them generously. Some nice ones called at my Ermita apartment after they finished work and were in no hurry to go home the next morning. No discussion of money, just like girlfriends. A significant percentage of course , hoped that the one night stand would be extended and wedding bells would ring one day, enabling them to escape the endemic poverty and hopelessness of Philippines.

I stayed at Alhambra Apartments, owned by a former Supreme Court Judge made redundant by the Marcos Regime. The apartments were largely neglected and unfurnished. Only thing they supplied was a rickety timber bed and not so savoury mattress. No fridge or cooking facilities. The price was right - U$20 per month, right in the heart of Ermita.

Can’t remember how I ever stumbled on to it but do remember when I stumbled on Tiger Man, a fellow countryman in his mid sixties, average height, almost totally bald, and lower teeth protruding upper, clacking together on the sight of the girls I was entering Alhambra Apartments with. Going from the noise of the teeth I suspect they were poorly made dentures. A sight to behold , when excited, TM clacking his teeth.

We spoke briefly , he inviting me to his Apartment when free. Looking the girls up and down, in a most obvious way, he departed, big grin, lower teeth still protruding uppers, as was his way when excited.

Time came when I paid a visit to Tiger Man on the fourth floor, myself directly above him on the fifth floor, both facing out onto Alhambra Street. He explained to me his five star system. He had a little box with cards sorted into alphabetical order. On these cards he wrote the girls names ,their physical attributes and performance in bed etc. On the top right hand corner he awarded them stars, anything from one to five. If a girl phoned him he would pull out his cards whilst talking to her and see how she rated. If only a one or two star he’d tell them he was busy or something similar. Five stars were encouraged to call again, of course. In addition TM sometimes made his own clothing and proudly showed me a ‘plastic’ shirt which looked like see through black fish netting with gaudy gold plastic trimming. Very tacky looking. He also claimed to have withdrawn his own teeth. Maybe he made his dentures too : ). Lastly but not least he explained that once the girls had taken their clothes off, he placed all of the clothes , pants and shoes included ,in his wardrobe which had a special lock on it that no one except himself could unlock. So once, they were in his room they could not rob him and escape whilst he was asleep.

Once when I was visiting him a girl rang , and he got out his cards whilst talking to her, discouraging her to visit him. When he put down the phone he said, "housemaid, two star". He wasn’t in the mood for two star chicks that night.

He took me for a patrol of Luneta Park, which was a good place to pick up a regular girl or a freelancer in those days. He wore his special ‘Elvis Presley’ see through shirt, as I called it. Bald head, scrawny looking, long grey hairs all over his chest clearly visible through the see through meshing , huge grin and lower teeth protruding , strutting about like a Peacock. I was less than half his age. Two chicks came towards us from the opposite direction, and as we drew level one said : "for you , free". Tigerman swung around and said with a huge grin, "oh really". Too full of himself to realise she was looking at me when she said that. Anyway, that tickled his fancy, but we returned home that night with no five star in tow. I think he realised it was no good doing the beat with a guy half his age. Not unless you were dropping twenty pesos bills along the way : )

He told me a four star was visiting him the next night, so out of curiosity , I tapped on his door the next night to see what a Tigerman four star looked like. I tapped on his door, he didnt open it, but looking through the ‘fish eye’ in his door, he said, "Oh Thomas, you know its my four star night tonight". Thats all , and silence from there on. Perhaps he didn’t want his companion to be distracted by the presence of a young guy, or they were both in the nude, don’t know, but never got to see what a tigerman four star looked like.

He explained to me a few days later than when a four or five star calls he does not answer the door. I sort of knew that before I tapped on his door, but ever curious and in a cheeky mood, I tried just the same.

Another day, there was a tap tap on my door, opened it and tigerman was standing there in only tiger striped briefs. He explained to me , he had stepped outside of his room to place some trash in a can and whilst outside, the wind blew his door shut, locking it in the process.

Somehow he had got hold of a ragged piece of rope and asked me if he could tie it to my steel window frame and climb down to his open window immediately below mine on the fourth floor and climb into his room. Didn’t like the look of the rope, but he assured me it was ok. The steel frame he tied the rope to was sturdy looking but thin. Damned if I’d trust either or myself to have the strength in my arms to lower myself down to the floor floor. Only parked cars and a bitumen road below.

Anyway, tigerman disappeared out my window and I held onto the rope just in case. At sixty five years of age, he was fit and courageous , making it into his room I don’t know how , didn’t want to look down, as I was fearful the old guy would slip and kill himself. Twas after this incident that I nicknamed him tigerman , just like tarzan swinging on the rope.

He told me on another occasion that he too had stayed on the Trobriand Islands. Must have read the same book as me (Islands of Love by Malinoswki). He also had stayed in the Seychelles. Got kicked out of both, cause he was a bit confrontational by nature and an island is no place for someone like that.

He was the one who tipped me off about Cebu City , the best tip I ever received. Once I visited Cebu the first time, I rarely returned to Manila for chicks.

Tigerman would be in whorist heaven by now.

Lucky man , no need for condoms up there : )