Part 11
We were greeted by girls dressed to kill walking in and out of a passageway leading to the back. Men stood along the passage way passing remarks about what they see inside. I was led to a table near the cat walk stage and Geoffrey order 3 bottles of San Miguel. As quickly as we sat down, Geoffrey yanked me off the chair by my arm and led me to the same passageway I saw earlier.
“Come, choose your girl!” Geoffrey demanded. I was caught by total surprised and I declined his offer thinking what will people think of me back in Singapore if I were to indulge in debauchery. I looked at the girls in disdain wondering how can anyone be so vile to offer her body for money.
“No really, I will just have my beer.” I declined profusely and tried to get away. But Benjamin blocked my path insisting that I must get a girl. Quietly he drew close to me and told me sternly, “You should never reject when your client offers you a girl. It will definitely offend Geoffrey. You can let her sit beside you and chat. You don’t have to fuck.”
I still refused to acknowledge the spot I was caught in. “OK I will go to the toilet. We will get a girl after I go to the toilet.” I zipped past the security and into the toilet hoping all will pass by quickly. I’ve never in my whole life seen a prostitute in real life, never even entered a club like this and hardly touched any alcohol. I saw several staffs standing in the toilet ready to give you a massage while you relieve yourself. One of them came over and gave me a good massage while I was standing before the urinal urinating. I tipped him and left after washing my hands knowing I cannot possibly stay long in the toilet. I did not look into the passage way when I came out of the toilet hoping not to make any eye contact with Geoffrey. I went straight for the table and as I was nearing it in the dimly lit hall, I saw a girl almost naked with only a G string doing a catwalk parading her flesh.
Part 12
I turned my eyes away from the depraving act and to my horror, I saw a girl sitting on the chair next to where I was sitting earlier. Geoffrey beckoned to me and I walked over to the last empty seat. Sitting beside me was one of the most stunning girls I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I smiled and sat next to her.
She leaned forward intending to communicate but I naturally moved away. The fragrance in her perfume was repugnant to my hypocritical morals. Even though I thought she was undeniably one of the most prettiest girls I’ve ever met, I couldn’t allow myself to plunge into such indulgence. Geoffrey seeing my revolting behavior tried to salvage the situation by asking me if the girl he choosed for me was good enough.
Knowing my limited options, I told him that the girl was impeccable. “Then you should hug her or kiss her.” Geoffrey said.
Feeling utterly awkward, I was at a total loss on what to do.
Then she placed her hand on my thigh and I totally freaked out. I jolted myself out of my chair to the side as though I was trying to avoid a speeding truck.
It certainly drew much attention to my little commotion and the patrons from the other tables looked over. It caused tremendous embarrassment to Geoffrey and Benjamin that I excused myself to go to the toilet again. But as I was leaving, Benjamin grabbed my wrist, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t do the unnecessary. Just sit down and enjoy yourself and don’t embarrass our customer. He’s kind enough to bring you out even though I told him you will not appreciate his kind of fun.”
Part 13
I realized the great disturbance I am creating with my judgemental Christian mentality and finally resigned myself to my plight. I sat down and started to gulp my beer in much bigger quantities. While drinking, I noticed that the beautiful girl next to me appeared hurt by my earlier agitation. But I was unmoved.
My poor capacity to drink reduced my sobriety and allowed myself to brazen. The initial struggle for morality also abated to make way for a pragmatic approach. I started to get drunk within 2 bottles of San Miguel and started to feel the intoxication work its way to open up my narrow mindedness. I began communication with this beautiful girl.
“Hi, I am Jack, what’s yours?” I said and extended my hand to her. She gave me a very enthusiastic handshake yet limping with a feminine aura, ”Hi, my name is Natasha.”
I noticed that she’s dressed in a very feminine square neck yellow dress. It emphasized her well endowed bosom seamlessly. Her long hair with curls at the end enhanced her pretty looks beyond impeccability. “Are you OK?” Natasha asked. Obviously concerned over my earlier outburst.
Part 14
“Yes I am OK.” I replied still trying to recover my weakened sobriety, “Where do you come from and how old are you?”
“I come from Manila, I am 19 now. I am going to be 20 this year.” Natasha replied with a smile. Our conversation maintained tremendous civility despite chatting for the next 15 minutes with occasional times leaning closer to counter the deafening music.
At this point, Geoffrey leaned closer and said, “Do you want to bring her into the VIP room? If you want, you need to pay her 3000 pesos.”
“What is the VIP room?” I asked.
Geoffrey then patiently replied, “You can do anything you want with her in the VIP room. You can touch her everywhere, fuck her basically anything.” Geoffrey’s extended his elaboration after a brief pause, “This place is too loud. You should bring her in. Do you want?”
I hesitated and couldn’t believe that I was caught in possibly the greatest crossroad of my life. Little did I know that this will be the crossroad that redefined my detestation for the hypocrisy found in churches.
“OK” I replied in total disbelief. I wondered why did I do that for? Geoffrey hurriedly waved at one of the older ladies standing by the perimeter. Acknowledging the beckoning, she came over and Geoffrey spoke to her amidst the loud music. The woman leaned over to Natasha and started to convey some messages in Tagalog.
After the short communication, Natasha held my hand and said, “The VIP room is ready.”
She led me away from the table out of the main square. I looked back and could see the satisfaction written all over Geoffrey’s face.
The utterance I made to Geoffrey was a mere ‘OK’. But it opened my horizons to see something bigger and further that I’ve never ever imagined.
Part 15
Natasha walked elegantly towards the room located at the perimeters while holding on to my hand. I was led into a room far from my table. An attendant came to me asked if I needed any warm towels and a condom.
I thanked and took his offer before giving him a tip. Natasha sat next to me and looked into my eyes. I looked back into her eyes and cannot help it but feel that she has the most mesmerizing eyes I’ve ever seen. “Does your parents know if you are working here?” I asked without processing through my brain shrouded with grogginess.
Natasha smiled and replied as though she expected me to ask, “I told them I work in casino.” Her reply in broken English covered with a Philippino accent made me felt even more enchanted. I thought I was totally besotted by this beautiful creature bestowed by God.
“Who else are in your family?” I began to probe in vain. Natasha smiled and simply replied, “secret.”
She leaned on my shoulder and looked into my eye. I lifted her chin and planted a little peck on her lips that took her by a little surprise. She probably thought I was going to kiss her on her cheek.
“Sorry, don’t you like to be kissed?” I asked when I noticed that she caught in a fix.
“No kissing, ah… no kissing.” Natasha replied shyly. I didn’t realize that it was a taboo in the flesh trade to kiss. The girls offer their sexual organs for dough to survive but reserves the kiss for the man they truly love. A fact I did not realize until much later.
“You er… marry? Girlfriend?” Natasha asked amidst my drunken stupor while I try to salvage my earlier mistake by sitting straighter on the couch in the VIP room.
“No, totally no girlfriend and not married.” My reply didn’t seem to be convincing for Natasha, “Really! I am still single now!” Natasha smiled and looked into my eye still unconvinced, “OK, I was married before but I divorced couple of years back.”
“Why?” Natasha brought forth her curiosity in the most succinct manner.
“Because she had an affair.” I answered while I was reminded of the sordid affair my ex wife had with her colleague years ago. Perhaps Natasha felt she hit the raw nerve of my anguish hugged me closer to her body. I could feel her boobs pressing harder onto my body. Her display of affection somehow made metamorphosis into a form of seduction.
“Do you want?” Natasha asked gently.
I didn’t consider what might transpire from my reply and I nodded in response even though I could hear a sub conscious mind within my questionable morality screaming at me to stop whatever I was planning to do.
Part 16
I stretched my hand to Natasha’s back while facing her, I searched for the part in which that holds her dress and Natasha giggled. “No, not here.”
She placed her hands over the nape of her neck and untied the knot that held her dress. It slipped downwards to reveal her beautiful bosom. I slipped my hands behind her back and unbuckled her bra only to give her an incredulous stare. Natasha certain has the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. It is not only due to my lack of sexual experience but I don’t even get to see something as ravishing as what I was about to feast upon.
Natasha went on to undress totally and I couldn’t help it but stare in disbelief. This was my luck in peak. I had Geoffrey to thank for his phenomenally superb taste. She knelt down before me as she unzipped my pants. I allowed Natasha to slip my pants down to reveal my manhood before her. Even though mildly simulated, my tool was still considered flaccid technically to don the cap for any penetration. After unbuttoning my shirt, Natasha flipped her beautiful brown hair to one side of her neck and engulfed my manhood within her buccal cavity. Stroking my manhood in reciprocatory movement with her tender lips, I felt my blood rushing into my penis rapidly.
As I yielded my initial intoxicated stupor for my indulgence in sexual euphoria, I prepared myself for ejaculation. Perhaps Natasha could feel my inability to hold out, she slowed down her tempo to extend my pleasure. Eventually she slowed to a halt and seeing my zeal in enjoying the moment, took out the cap and rolled down my shaft. Then she climbed onto my lap and slowly slipped my penis into her vagina. Bit by bit as I penetrated her hole, I could hear her moan.
As my tool was entirely inserted into her hole, Natasha began to rock gently. I stopped her for a moment and asked her for permission to lick her nipples. Seeing them swinging before my face yet not being able to savour them was an induction of torment. While I licked her nipples, I couldn’t help it but feel an extra rush of enthusiasm into my penis. I knew I was leaking semen but not to the stage of ejaculation. Natasha hugged my face closer to her boobs which I gauged them to be between B and C cup. I continued to lick them until the soft movements gradually accelerated into passionate reciprocation. In this instance, I did the unexpected and commenced to wail in ecstasy.
The enjoyment took a great toll on my senses and conceded my semen into the condom while my penis was still inside Natasha as she banged her vagina onto my laps.
We still held on for a short while before she slumped onto my body pressing her breasts onto my chest.
By now, my sobriety had recovered tremendously. Our sexual escapade dissolved the earlier barrier I set up between us totally. Natasha helped me to discard the used contraceptive sheath and helped me to get dressed. This time, we walked out of the VIP room with me in front.
Part 17
Geoffrey welcomed us back to the table and ushered us to our seats. “How was it? Good?” Geoffrey couldn’t keep his excitement under wraps. The prospects of enlisting a new memeber to the partying fraternity can never be less elating. I raised my thumbs up to Geoffrey and Natasha knowing the contents of our conversation smiled.
Invigorated, the entanglements in my emotions earlier unwound themselves allowing me to access the same platform as Benjamin and Geoffrey. Sitting at the table with Natasha leaning on my shoulders, I placed my hand on her thigh.
“Cheers!” Geoffrey raised his bottle, “welcome to the new member of our group!” Both Benjamin and myself raised our beer in unison. Natasha seeing our solidarity raised her orange juice spontaneously.
My night went on with extensive communication between Natasha and myself. Benjamin seeing my enjoyment got himself a girl and naturally ended with her in the room.
The outcome of our endeavour that night was well received by Geoffrey. By forsaking the ostentatious skin of christian hypocrisy, I managed to eliminate the possibilities of getting ostracised by the most important client in Philippines.
We left the club after Benjamin had his semen unloaded for his girl. The long conversation with Natasha allowed the effects of intoxication to abate. I walked out of the club with hardly any problems by now. We got into the car and returned to our hotels for another series of hard work the next day.
Part 18
The night of revelry ended close to the morning we were supposed to wake. With hardly 4 hours of sleep, Benjamin and myself woke up to find Geoffrey waiting at the lobby this time with his driver. He was not any better since he had to chauffuer us around.
Professionally, I had to maintain my composure wherever I went. But images of my sexcapade were etched in my mind. It didn’t seem like any antic that Geoffrey or Benjamin thought of. Neither was it a chanced encounter. It was premeditated. An event that was pre-planned to redefine my values towards life.
We were already in the car park of a customer’s office when Geoffrey’s driver woke us up. I hurriedly gathered my laptop and all presentation materials while in my weary daze and alighted from the vehicle. This time a different vehicle since Manila has a weird number plate system to determine which car can be allowed on the road on that day.
As we got out of the vehicle, I saw a couple arguing along the streets. The woman was dressed elaborately. I was able to tell she shares the same dress sense as those I met last night at the club. The man on the other hand was dressed in mere T-shirt and Bermudas. Suddenly, the man grabbed the woman’s handbag and started to ransack it in broad daylight.
Part 19
“Very pitiful woman.” Geoffrey said, “I think that man is the woman’s husband or brother and he wants money.”
Within seconds, items from the bag were splashed all over the road and amongst them was a roll of cash. The man scooped up the roll of cash and made off while the woman frantically yelled.
I couldn’t take it anymore and dumped my laptop on the floor and gave chase despite Geoffrey and Benjamin’s refusal to help. I managed to grab the man by his T shirt and pinned him down with the momentum of my swift dash. The woman came over and grabbed the money he dropped and while he struggled, Geoffrey and Benjamin rushed forward with two of our customer’s bodyguards. Outnumbered and overpowered, the man pleaded for his release.
Though Geoffrey, I found that he was the woman’s brother and he just needed money for his medical bills. But the woman told a totally different story. She claimed that he wanted the money to buy drugs instead. The money she had were indeed medical bills but for her son, the man’s nephew.
Seeing the man begging the armed bodyguards on his knees compelled me to feel bitterness for life. I’ve never seen such an episode at home in Singapore but it manifested into a drama on the second day I was in Manila. The bodyguards released the man upon my request. But I gave the man about 3000peso and told him in English that drugs do nothing but harm and use that bit of money wisely.
Geoffrey kindly translated what I said and the man thanked in prostration before slipping away. Now that I can get to see the woman carefully, she looked like in her early 20s, slightly in the voluptuous side and comes with a chubby cute face. She thanked me profusely and asked for my address so that she can repay me in broken English.
I broke into a helpless smile and waved her off, “forget it.”
The tremendous drama in the morning woke everyone of us up. And Geoffrey’s customer who was standing close to the commotion came to me and said, “Hi, I am Marco,” and stretched out his hand. I gave him a firm handshake and introduced myself.
Part 20
“It was a very brave thing you did, but I think you should be more careful next time.” Marco gave me a very friendly advise, “you never know if they have any weapons with them.”
It was at this moment did I realize how reckless I was when I executed my brainless bravado.
Benjamin went on to reprimand my foolhardiness, “Yes! This is not Singapore! Don’t be a hero if you are unsure!”
Geoffrey tried to pacify Benjamin who was obviously worried sick by my rashness.
Marco ushered all of us into the office and got his secretary to serve us drinks.
“Well… good morning gentlemen, I think we had an extraordinary introduction session today.” Marco said before we echoed in laughter, “I am optimistic that our co-operation will be well served with integrity.”
That was some consolation for me after my legendary episode which remained a story to be told whenever colleagues and customers gather.
The long meeting yielded great results as my presentation convinced Marco to make more purchases from Geoffrey. We left after lunch and headed back to the hotel for a good rest before another seminar at night in a different location dealing with different type of customers.
After a shower, I crashed onto bed automatically and many issues started to climb into my mind. It prompted me to enter a stage of agnoiology. It was an eventful 2 days. I have probably experienced more in these 2 days than 2 years in school. The sight of the skinny dark woman holding her equally seemingly famished baby, the experience I had with Natasha and the dramatic commotion in the morning. All three began to dawn a new revelation upon my well sheltered Christian life.
I remember the time when I was told to stay away from my ex-girlfriend by her parents because I come from a poorer family even though they were Christians just like my family. The incident of which a man who seldom bathe and cannot find work was driven out of the church because he assaulted one of the senior members after being repeatedly insulted by the latter also started to surface out of my conscience. As I began to dig deeper into my conscience, I recall the incident when a deacon of my church told a group of Chinese students from impoverished families that the church is not a charity organization and they should not come here to ask for charity.
The world is filled with less privileged people who are there so those who come from the better off societies have an opportunity to help them and build up riches in heaven. We judge the lowly prostitutes because they come from poorer backgrounds and they are venturing into the reprehensible occupation in order to make money. Yet things that many Christians fail to acknowledge are their reasons for doing so. Given a choice, every girl wants to be born to a wealthy family, get into a prestigious university and have a rich dad to splurge on her. But some of these girls whom in order to support their family reduce themselves to pick up a dreadful job that will bring them nothing but contempt to their livery when exposed. Now that I start to view with a different angle, I start to feel disdain for the churches I attended. The hideous hypocritical deeds the churches perform by classifying the poor and destitute, their repulsive stench of multiple standards towards selective charitable work brings forth nothing apart from endless woes. Pastors who drive expensive cars and reside in accommodation fit for a secular high ended executive talks about giving more and more money to the church so people can gain blessings. They seek nothing but mere catastrophe when what they do are as good as blackmailing their God. Their lofty speeches stir many feelings yet does nothing when it comes to offering respect for the outcast.
I got up from my bed and went to my laptop bag. Took out a brochure of this new Christian prayer meeting. I read the agendas again. Now that the revelation been revealed, the agendas on the brochure provoked nothing but annoyance. I tore up the brochure and dumped it into the bin.
This marked my awakening to the truth. I felt as though I took the red pill from Morpheus in the Matrix. I thought I need to do something to justify the awakening.