Angelika

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The Gold Coast Bar in Mabini Street, Ermita, Manila Angelica answered her phone – Kath was calling her.

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“Hey Anj! Saul is calling us for a show-up. Seems that he’s got another generous customer that’s coming to the bar soon,” Kath informed Angelica, calling her by her nickname ‘Anj’, telling her about the latest message she had received from the bar manager.

Angelica was in a 7-Eleven down the street from the bar where they worked; she had just popped out to get a snack.

“Is that so? Where’s Marie?” Angelica asked.

“I think she’s in the bar,” Kath replied, as Angelica walked down Mabini Street towards the bar.

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Angelica had started working in the Gold Coast Bar not long after giving birth to her kid who was now about two years old. She worked in the bar driven by the hatred in her heart of the kid’s father – because he had made her pregnant, but didn’t want to have anything to do with the kid or her.

He was just an irresponsible bum. She had no choice but to swallow her pride, and work as a working girl in a bar to support her kid.

Kath and Angelica were now back in the bar again.

They had taken their places sitting on a long bench behind the bar counter staring upwards at the backs of the guests who were perched on the high bar stools drinking.

“Okay, girls. Wear your sexiest smile, because we’ve a good customer coming to the bar soon looking for a nice girl,” said Saul the bar manager with a smile trying to invigorate his stall of 10 or 15 girls sitting on the long bench along the long back wall of the oblong bar.

Most of the bar girls cheered, because this meant a good payday for at least one of them.

Angelica, one of the girls sitting on the long bench, was lost in other thoughts, however. She was looking around the bar for her best friend Marie. She saw her sitting at the back – she hadn’t yet been “promoted” to the line of girls on the bench, as she was new.

Angelica thought her friend must be feeling a little uncomfortable sitting at the back listening to the girls cheering.

“Quiet, girls. He’s here,” Saul shouted frantically as a tall lanky guy in British military shorts came into the bar, smiling from ear to ear.

“Good evening to all of you lovely ladies,” said the English looking guy.

“Girls, this is Sir John. He will choose one girl now that he will take out for this night,” Saul happily informed the girls all sitting on the bench with hopeful looks.

John looked at each girl sitting in a line on the bench in the bar trying to do their best to look seductive and innocent at the same time.

Professor John McClean was visiting Manila. He had prepared himself for an evening in Ermita, and had $7000 and a mojo in his security pocket, and before leaving his hotel he had taken a quadruple dose of African blister beetle powder.

“You can choose now sir from the girls sitting here, and also we have two new girls, Chelsea and Marie,” Saul boldly said while pointing at the two new girls sitting at the back of the bar.

In other words, John had to choose the most succulent piece of flesh in the slave market.

John, was staring at one girl in particular who was sitting in the middle of the line. She was a pocket-sized beauty of 80 pounds with large strutting and pert breasts, a cute and innocent face and long black flowing hair and one of the youngest. This was none other than our heroine Angelica who was now staring back doe-eyed at the long lanky man standing in front of her.

“Oh! I bet you’ve already chosen one, sir?” Saul said abruptly as he noticed John staring at Angelica.

“Yes. I like that girl, she looks exceptionally pretty!” John said, amazed at Angelica’s slim and pocket-sized looks – he loved these petite Filipina girls – pocket-sized s*x-bombs.

John’s comments made all other the other bargirls moan quietly in annoyance.

“Great! You made the right choice, sir. That’s Angelica, pretty and shy, but wild in romance,” Saul said as he clapped his hands.

John just smiled and continued staring at the pretty petite doe-eyed girl named Angelica.

Angelica felt intimidated by this tall, erect man, but she still managed to smile while walking towards Saul and John McClean.

She felt shy, but happy at the same time, because the tall handsome man had chosen her in front of all the other bar girls. She felt proud and overwhelmed.

“Hi! I’m John. You look very pretty,” John smiled at Angelica. Angelica became even more shy standing near the man – he was so tall and she was so small, so she had to crane her neck to look up at him.

John paid the barfine to Kitty – the mamasan behind the bar counter. He took the money out of his “secondary” wallet – that is, not his main stash of $7000 in his security pocket sewn into the inside of his military shorts. He didn’t pay attention to the amount, as it was only a small amount compared to the cost of things in his own country.

“I Angelica, sir,” she said as they walk towards the bar exit.

“Just call me John, mi amor,” John said dearly; it seemed that he really liked her a lot – which made her smile shyly.

“We can go to my hotel room now, ok,” John explained softly.

“Oki, ser,” Angelica said, while walking behind him.

“I’m staying at the New World Hotel. Have you been there before?” he asked.

“No ser, I neffer bin der,” she replied in a broad Filipino accent.

Of course, English wasn’t Angelica’s first language, which was Tagalog. However, most Filipinos are more proficient in English than their Asian neighbours, such as the Thais.

They rode a taxi to go to John’s hotel, because it was in Makati, a 20-min taxi ride at that time of the day.

When they were in the hotel room, John changed his pants to boxers, and went straight to the small bar counter in the room, and opened a bottle of Sicilian red wine, Barone Montalto. Angelica in the meantime was just sitting quietly on the bed.

“Do you want some wine?” He asked.

“Yis, tenk yu,” she nodded.

He found another glass and poured some wine into it, and walked towards her and handed her the glass of wine. She took a sip, but grimaced – the taste was much too strong for her virgin tongue.

John then went to the office table and opened his laptop and played Sade Adu’s No Ordinary Love. He turned back to Angelica who was now looking back at him with doe-eyed innocence. John went to her on the bed, and kissed her lips, and she sweetly returned his kisses.

“How old are you?” John asked her

“I 19,” she said.

“Really? You actually look younger,” John said, sitting beside Angelica, while caressing one of her large soft breasts.

“Why are you working at that bar anyway?” He asked, still cupping her breast that he had already released from her tiny, tight, sexy red dress.

“I haff to wurk for mi kid. Aym a singl muder,” she explained with difficulty in speaking English.

“Oh! Sorry to hear that. Typical story,” he said sympathetically.

“Wat tipical?” She asked confused.

“I mean, the father has no job and is irresponsible?” John explained.

“Yis, yis. He crazi guy,” she agreed while nodding.

He felt sorry for her. had heard of similar stories before, and felt sorry for those girls who had to raise their kids alone. That made him like Angelica even more.