Cherry Girl: Neil & Elaina #1 (Blackstone Affair)

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I had learned the hard way that, while some cherries are sweet and sincere, some just play on it, often with a hardened accomplice, to get barfines without having to do anything. Change the details. Shuffle the dates, stage the raid in July, when the girl was still in Manila watching a thief beat up her mother. Put the cops in a dozen bars that night, let them grab a hundred underage girls, arrest four foreign papasans and ten mamasans. It doesn’t matter. The next day, the story would be the same: A girl walks into a bar… An American man is yelling at her. “Hey, you!” he says. “Yeah, you. Dance! You’re getting paid to dance.”

If you would like a cherry girl, you have to deal with mamasang directly. The price range is about 25.000 – 50.000 Pesos. You never know who you are dealing with; that’s why it is hard to give a price tag to street girls. She took a shower and came out with the towel wrapped tightly around her. I pulled it off, and found that she was even more beautiful naked than I imagined. Her skin was paler than the typical “ kayumanggi” (light brown) of the typical Filipina (Spanish blood, perhaps). Her nipples, surprisingly, were pinkish, and her pubes unshaved [I prefer women as God made them!] Her every curve was just right, neither too lean, nor too plump. The word ‘nubile’ comes to mind – the perfect ripeness of the young female, before it becomes over-ripe and starts to sag. It was a delight just to look at her. However, I was as good as my word, and though I caressed her gently, I made no attempt to have sex with her. She responded by giving me a surprisingly good massage, after which we talked for a while until I fell asleep.” There are several factors at play when figuring out an Angeles City girl price. But the three major ones are:

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In all my many encounters with cherry girls, I have never had the slightest inclination to have sex with one – and it’s not because I am too much of a “cheap Charlie” to pay the asking price, but rather because it would be a painful experience for the girl, both physically and emotionally (considering the high value placed on virginity in that strict Catholic culture). On the other hand, I can see the appeal of finding a beautiful, untouched girl, rescuing her from this dark place, and perhaps even marrying her (hey, I’d collect them, if polygamy were allowed!) The bars are everywhere, and there are girls in every bar. Yet none of the girls are technically prostitutes, because prostitution is illegal in the Philippines. A bar fine, in the national patois, is merely proper compensation for a club to let a girl out the door for a few hours, after which consenting adults can have at it—a ridiculous semantic wink that allows the industry to thrive with official deference if not outright sanction. (“I’ve had [aid workers] tell me you can’t stop it because to do so you’d have to arrest half the senate,” says one Western diplomat in Manila.) Indeed, much of the rest of the tourist sector is in on the gag. A guard with a machine gun at Ninoy Aquino International Airport sees a man in a suit with an American passport, grins, nods. “You have a good time, yes? You get some girls, yes?” A driver for the Makati Shangri-La, a five-star hotel, volunteers that he can procure an authentic virgin out in the provinces. Her parents will want 100,000 pesos, but she’ll be a real cherry girl, guaranteed, not some university coed faking it for a night because she’s short on tuition. Regarding “location”, you know for example that if you meet a girl in a nightclub, her rate is generally between 1.500 – 2.500 Pesos.

Those girls are awesome and offer a wonderful time, but they also need money to support their families. There is another girl, a woman, actually, because she’s 23, who works at another club, a different kind of club in Manila, more subdued, classier, the sort that features girls with business cards. The cards are a mottled gold and pink, and they have her cell-phone number in the bottom corner and her name—Wine, that’s all, just Wine—above her awkwardly translated and slightly misspelled title, CLIENT’S LIASON ENTERTAINMENT OFFICER. Most girls don’t want money from you, but it’s a nice gesture to drop 500 Pesos in their bag or buy a gift as a way to say “thanks’. Here you can be yourself, you can pay what you want for girls and have a great time. This is why Angeles City is considered the “sex capital of the Philippines”. The actual numbers are irrelevant, anyway. A Filipino bar girl doesn’t care whether she is one of 50,000 (the low end) or 800,000 (the high end), and a john in a Russian brothel doesn’t concern himself with the millions of women he could theoretically be renting, because the ten or twenty at hand are more than enough. The global sex trade, as pure a commodities market as pork bellies or soybean futures, need only be measured in broad sweeps of demand, which is apparently insatiable, and supply, which is seemingly endless.Covering the opening of the vagina, the hymen is a thin layer of skin that can be torn or stretched open with penetration. Found about half an inch inside the vagina, the hymen has tiny holes and a small opening in the centre that allows for menstrual flow. The girl worked four more nights before anyone else paid her bar fine. This time, she says, it was an Australian man with a Filipino wife. Odd, two couples bar-fining an underage girl in a club that serves single men almost exclusively. The Australian had started talking to her in the bar, and she told him how her father had been Australian, too, which was enough for the man to invite her out to dinner. They just talked, the three of them, all through the meal, and when they finished, the Australian thanked her and told her to go home. Their price is 2.000 – 5.000 Pesos depending on the type of bar and location. The bars in Perimeter road are cheaper than the one in Field Avenue. Bangkok Byron is slightly famous (if that is not an oxymoron) for his poetry about hot encounters with hot girls in hot countries. Since he is a mediocre poet, he likes to plagiarise the great masters to help him express his ideas – no, to be fair to himself, he does not plagiarise, because he reveals his sources. Many of the words and ideas in this poem were stolen from Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats.