Sweet Painted Lady

One night my office mates asked me to join them to watch a bold show in one of the girlie joints that dotted the stretch of Roxas Boulevard in Pasay City.

Having nothing else to do that night, I relented.

So I went with them and I ordered a round of Budweiser as soon as I became comfortable in the red leatherette sofa and watched the young and nubile girls dancing in the stage.

The Mama-san soon came to our table and asked us if we wanted to have some girls. After a brief haggling for the price, our group was then ushered into the viewing room wherein we can look and pick out the girl of our choice while looking through a one-way mirror.

And boy, they were dime a dozen of the most beautiful girls that one could ever lay their eyes on in this side of the planet, or at least here in this dark smoky place.

After a minute or two of scanning the scantily clad girls all in a row, I picked up number 43; A voluptuous young woman with a shoulder length black hair and porcelain skin who goes by the name of Jane which is I am, sure an alias. In the whorehouse or whatever you may want to call it, all the girls there are using names of every known celebrity that resembles them or so they think resembles them.

But nobody really gives a damn for the men who frequent those places are only after the quick lay that only money can buy. But it adds a bit to the mystery that most men prefer when dealing with girls for fun in so short a time. We were then led into separate VIP rooms and did our thing. We stayed there until the wee hours of the morning and went straight to bed and slept with the smell of Jane’s cheap perfume on my body.

That night I went back I went by my lonesome to that joint and invited Jane to go out with me. After paying the Mama-san with customary bar fee and the “take-out” fee, I took Jane to that cheap motel along Ermita.

And there we did all the really kinky stuffs; the Kama Sutra plus all the things that we know of to satisfy our carnal pleasure until we both fall asleep due to sheer exhaustion.

When we woke up late I the afternoon the next day, I phoned for a room service but the food is not that good so we decided to check out and ordered Buffalo Wings and Pasta in Don Henrico’s along Pedro Gil Street.

By this time, it is now getting dark and Jane must return to the club before 7:00 pm but I prevailed on her to stay with me for a couple of hours more. We drove around the streets of Manila and headed to Isetann Department Store in Recto.

After parking my car at the car park, I passed by the Mercury Drug Store outlet on the ground floor, brought out a fake prescription and bought 3 tablets of Ativan from the unsuspecting saleslady. Afterwards, we walked along the side streets of Quiapo and checked-in in another motel in Avenida.

There I managed to slip the tablets in the beer that she’s drinking without her noticing it and a couple of minutes later she was snoring to high heavens.

I stripped her of her fake Calvin Klein undies, spread her legs and climb on top of her until I climaxed inside her. I reached for her shoulder bag on the side table, put out her beauty kit and proceeded to paint her face with it.

I then untied my shoelaces, got a plastic bag from my pocket and put over her head awhile at the same time I rolled the laces around her neck; not too tightly but enough for her to asphyxiate in her sleep. I watched her gasped a little, until she stopped breathing with nary a struggle in minutes.

I picked her frail body, got the white sheets, circled it around her neck and hanged her by the showers and marveled at the beauty of my masterpiece.

I plucked three pubic hairs from her and kissed her ruby lips before I sneaked out of the motel uncontested.

I went home I a jiffy, took a hot shower and gone to bed with the sweet smell and nice thoughts of my 'sweet painted lady' still fresh in my weary head.

Trick or Treat?

11:50 pm on the eve of Halloween, the stretch of M.Y. Orosa St. in Malate is temporarily closed to vehicular traffic to make way for the street party sponsored by several establishments there to celebrate Halloween- Philippine style.

The place is full of people, young and old alike complete with costumes dancing to rave and techno music coming from the 4 huge Pioneer speakers strategically located on the sides of the streets. The place is one chaotic scene with people soaked in a weird concoction of drugs, booze and sweat while gyrating to the beat of the strobes and music in wild abandon!

On the corner of my eye I saw Medusa the Gorgon nibbling on cheese sticks and hotdog while holding a bottle of Corona and swaying to the noise of Limp Bizkit. I puffed on my last stick of cigarette and flipped the stub on the ground as I made my way to the sea of sweaty bodies with a bottle of San Miguel Super Dry in hand.

I said hi to Medusa and she reciprocated with a mysterious and mischievous smile.

The music was very loud that makes any formal conversation impossible. So, we contented ourselves with just looking into each other’s eyes while dancing and shouting at the top of our lungs with the angry Eminem, this time.

After what it seems like an eternal orgy of loud music, crooked limbs and frowning faces, she gestured for me to buy her a drink. So I went to the bartender and ordered a Margarita and snaked my way back to where I left her and slipping 3 colored pills and 2 E pills into the Margarita in the process.

I gave her the drink and watch her eyes and body as she metamorphosed into a wild and deadly Gorgon as the effects of the pills suddenly flushed all her inhibitions into the wayside.

She gyrates and twirls and turns to the sound and beat of techno music like a maniac throwing whatever cautions that left in her systems to the wind!

Right there in the middle of the sea of human flesh I unhooked her bra and began to lick her nipples. Then I managed to rip her undies with my right hand and finger-fucked her under her skirt while my eyes started to look around to see if anybody was aware of what we were doing. Seeing that nobody’s ogling on us, I unzipped my pants and slid my dong behind her and fucked her wet pussy.

The whole world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors as I climaxed inside her right in the middle of the street with nobody among the hundreds or so of warm and sweaty bodies giving us any particular attention.

We then made our way to the bartender and bought another round of Margarita. I managed to slip another 5 colored pills into her drink without her noticing it.

As she put the lip of the glass into her red-hot and luscious lips I excused myself to go to the john. Instead I went back to the dance floor and watch her collapse into the hands of the startled bartender.

Trick or treat?