I was sitting there looking out the window, seeing, but not looking. My mind was racing, not being able to target any particular thought. I saw puffy cotton ball clouds and a radiant blue sea as the voice comes on and says “We’ll be landing in Manila in 30 minutes. The current temperature is 86 degrees and clear. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and look forward to serving you again.”I turned to my business partner sitting beside me and said, “I guess this is real, isn’t it?”He said, “Yep,” with a huge grin on his face. “I can’t wait to get my temporary girlfriend.”“Hey, remember the purpose that we are traveling here. We’re here to scout out a location for our new school.”Tom and I (Ralph) were going to Angeles City north of Manila to look for locations near the university to open our computer school. We already had a very successful school running in Seoul, Korea. Tom and I opened it about two years ago and it had taken off so well that we now had five full-time instructors and about 350 students taking basic computer classes. With things going so well, we were getting itchy to start something new. The idea of opening a school in the Philippines was his idea. He had been to Angeles numerous times and I had not. He’s single and I am not. He would regale me with his conquest stories every time he got back. I admit I was a little jealous. I had been married to a Korean woman for four years and had a two-year-old baby daughter. Life was good, the money was good, however, all was not perfect. My wife’s and my sex life was hot and heavy, sometimes fucking two and three times a day. She was pretty kinky and was willing to try anything once and some things a lot. After the birth of our daughter, things turned cool. Now we only had sex, maybe, once a week. My pulse would always quicken when Tom told his tales of tails. Finally, I agreed to make the trip.As we got our bags from the overhead compartment, I noticed my hands were a bit shaky. My palms were sweaty and my legs felt a bit wobbly. I attributed this to the hot weather and sitting so long. But we were still inside the air-conditioned Şerifali Escort cabin.Upon getting through immigration and customs, we were greeted by what could be best described as a three-ring circus. There was hollering, screaming, loud incessant chatter in an unfamiliar language, pushing and shoving as we made our way through the masses. Finally, Tom turned to me and said he had us a ride to Angeles. I was grateful to settle in the back seat of the taxi. My shirt was soaked with sweat and my mind was overwhelmed. Once in Angeles, we settled into our rooms. We had discussed getting separate rooms, especially since I did not want to be anywhere near his sexual exploits. Our rooms were on the same floor, but not even close to each other. We had chosen well, I thought. It was a beautiful resort with a large pool, poolside bar, a spa, and a dining room with a buffet. The evening was closing in and we agreed to go eat and have some drinks after a short shower and nap. I was waiting in the lobby for about five minutes when Tom showed up.“Where shall we eat?” I inquired. He said, “I know the perfect place” as we left.We were walking down one of the main avenues and I was amazed at all the people. Some dressed very well and others looked homeless. But what I couldn’t get over were the girls. So many fine-looking girls. Legs that would go on forever. Instantly I felt my balls tingling. At dinner, Tom filled me in on some of the issues I might encounter.“Be very careful on your choices. Check for a photo ID to prove age. The photo ID also means the girl isn’t being held in some sex slavery business. If she has her ID, she can come and go as she pleases. I don’t need to try and get you out of some Philippine jail.” After we finished eating, we headed to the bar district. Oh my god! The music was blaring from open bars trying to compete who’s was the loudest. And it went on and on for at least five or six blocks. Girls, girls, and more girls. Tom pulled me into a place and my jaw dropped. There was a stage running the length of the club and there were Şerifali Escort Bayan more than twenty young, supple girls swaying to the music wearing nothing but bikini bottoms or micro shorts and completely topless. Tits everywhere. There were small ones, big ones, and some as big as your head. We managed to get a stand-up table and the clothed waitress took our order for a couple of beers. Almost immediately we had two beauties at our sides wanting us to buy them drinks, which we did. Numerous drinks later, I noticed that each girl had a number pinned to their shorts or whatever. I asked Tom what they meant. By now the shuffle of girls on stage had changed several times. Tom looked at me and told me that they were to identify the girls for a “bar fine”. “What the hell is a ‘bar fine’”? Tom looked at me rather annoyed as he was being stroked inside of his pants by the girl hanging on him. “You tell mama-san the number of the girl, pay her price, and take the girl home for twenty-four hours.”I was extremely excited by this news. My cock had been hard and soft and hard so many times in the past two hours with the different girls that had made their way to our table. I scanned the girls on stage and couldn’t make up my mind which one I wanted. Tom turned to me and asked if I was okay. I replied, “Yeah.”He asked, “Do you know the way back to the resort?”All I could say was, “Yeah.”He continued, “Well, I’m out of here, got me mine.” And with that, he turned with the girl still hanging on him and walked over to mama-san at the bar. I watched them leave the bar and saw the girl still had her hand wrapped around his hard cock through his pants. My god, I thought, being led around by your cock in public must be great. Again I pondered which one, which one? I finally picked a number and headed to mama-san. Just as I got to the bar, a flash of guilt hit and hit hard. I’m married. I turned and walked out of the bar. On the sidewalk, I oriented myself and headed to the resort. My thoughts were dim. I wasn’t paying any attention to the clubs and bars as I walked. Escort Şerifali I could see the resort on the next block and resigned myself. All of a sudden an arm snaked itself through mine and dragged me into a club. This one was a bit more subdued and less stocked. But the girls looked delicious. I looked at the girl that had dragged me in and thought shit, she was fine. Getting a sit-down table was easy. Another girl came and replaced the original one. She asked me in a sultry voice what I wanted to drink and if she could have one also. Feeling dejected I said why the hell not. As she walked over to the bar for our drinks, I couldn’t help but notice a perfect ass with her cheeks shifting as she walked. As I waited, I perused the girls on stage. Topless, yes, as stacked, no. Don’t get me wrong, they were fine. I figured the bigger boobed ones worked in larger clubs. Mine came back and set our drinks on the table, sat down, and instantly started to rub her hand over my crotch. She snickered and squeezed as my cock came to life. She brazenly undid my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slid down my zipper. Grabbing my hard cock, she freed it from my briefs. I’m not huge, only a little more than seven inches long and about six inches around. She just looked at it and then looked into my eyes, licking her lips. My god, I was in heaven. I could have cum right then because of all the times my cock had been hard and soft. Maybe she sensed this and let go of my cock and picked up her drink.“I’m Donna,” she whispered in my ear. “I’m Ralph, nice to meet you,” I replied.I was staring at her tits. They looked to be, maybe 34 either an A or B cup. I couldn’t tell exactly with her top and bra. Bra? What? All the others were braless. I asked her, “How come you have a bra on?”She looked at me and said, “I’m not one of the entertainers here. I only sit with customers I find interesting.”“And how am I interesting?” I asked.“Well, when you sat down, you looked kind of bummed out. You didn’t immediately ogle the girls and then you didn’t try to grab me when I rubbed your pants,” she answered.“You’re right. I was headed back to the resort and call it a night when that other girl snatched me.”“Alone?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.She reached down and grabbed my deflating cock, stroked a couple of times and it responded. Looking down she said, “He doesn’t look like he wants to be alone.”