and it's really more of a legend now than a story.
Back then, there was no such word as "upscale", and Manila was where the flag rank officers went; it was far too much trouble even for the field grade. Why, the 1stSgt told me one day he'd wakened up the battery CO from his rack ON SHIP, and rousted an LBFM too, and I know he was telling the truth. VERY bad karma; the 1st thing officers should know is to keep it out in town & under the covers. Don't ask, don't tell, and don't lie to the troops. An officer or NCO has to stick to the subject, ie, keeping a tight group. Nobody wants to hear their personal problems, let alone see them.
I can't hardly believe none of you younguns know this.
My first time in this hobby was at a legalized place in Nevada. Two months after that, I discovered TER!
Then I realized I had been "had"!!
I ended up paying $3500 for a 8 appearance/ 6.5 performance!!!!
ANyone else have good (bad) experiences with legal places in NV?
"Been had" is the understatement of the year.
You should have joined the Navy instead, and gone to Subic Bay.
I haven't been to NV for 25 years, and paid just a bit more than what I was paying for locals at the time.
I think that a certain amount of spontaneity is important to enjoyment here, and ANY institutionalization detracts from that.
We cannot be too grateful for reliable independents. TER & similar sites are just about the only thing that allows us to know who is reliable without getting married, which becomes exponentially more expensive than your experience.
$3000 for one hour in a private bungalow, with lobster/steak (whoop dee dooo!!!!)
She wasted 15-20 minutes of that hour by putting on her makeup.. took her 15 minutes!! I swear, then she kept "forgetting" things and had to go retrieve them
Then, another $500 for a second round (10 -15 minutes)
What is Subic BAY????
Live and learn, I guess. I've been taken, but never that bad by a provider.
Look out for the outcall agency or upseller. I prefer incall to the provider's place, because GENERALLY much less likely to be a ripoff or bust. If you get an outcall asking for an agency fee, tell her to get lost. (She'll tell you on the phone and in person that it covers "everything", then "everything" turns out to be a lap dance. She will try to coax $$ out of you for each incremental step, so it's a ROB (rip-off bitch) and you should cut your losses ASAP.
She WILL make a scene at the door and threaten you with her driver, and you just deal with it as you see fit, like slam the door in her face and be prepared for her to wake the neighbors.
you wouldn't want to take my word for it.
Just to end the mystery to the uninitiated. Subic Bay was a US Navy base in the Phillipines that is now closed. It was famous for years as a port-of-call for sailors in need of some good whoring action. I guess the ships also got serviced.
By all accounts I've heard, it was usually sleazy, always wide-open and anything goes, and very inexpensive. It may even be the responsible for originating the phrase "love you long time," but I'm just speculating.
So Chief, did I get it right?
Po town just across shit river is where the LBFM's were.
Thank You
I do knot know if the ships got SERVICED but there was a ship repair facility there.
back then I think I was paying about $40 for an all-nighter on a Saturday night with the choice of the house on The Rock, and I think an afternoon with those 2 teenies in San Mig cost me lessn $20. Yeah, Subic was about half the cost of the Okinawans.
Hong Kong was expensive and uptight, but you could get some nice stuff in Kaioshung. Go into the hotels, and the concierge would, ah, introduce you. Moonlighting teachers and secretaries, go most of the night for about $50. They would have this delicious nervousness, like a GF doing it the 1st time.
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a place called Subic Bay, and a town called Olongapo.
Legend is that the Navy realized this was a wonderful port about the time of the Spanish-American war; but personal accounts date only as far back as the end of WW2.
Now the PI is a strange and mysterious place, full of weird things, sorta like the cast of a Garcia-Marquez novel what had lived in a feedlot for a couple weeks.
But the characters that were most interesting for sailors and Marines were generally known as LBFMs. And some of these girls were just the most delightful little things, even if some boys alleged their parents had only climbed out of the trees last year; and others were the most transparent money sucking bitches; and all of them were exposed to some of the most virulent strains of cockrot imaginable, back when these things didn't kill, they were worse, they made your dick look and feel like pathology right from Ripley's Believe It or Not.
And this was in a place where bandits and Huks (Hukbalahaps) were always down the lane, and diversion was paying a quarter to throw a chick (bird) to the foot long crocs that were kept in the pools in front of many bars. A CPO was killed while driving perimeter patrol while I was there; somebody ambushed him and just killed him.
Once, when I was a shavetail lieutenant, I drew Shore Patrol in The Jungle (which was the section of bars that catered to blacks) the very 1st night that the Connie and another carrier had come into port, and the Connie had near to had race riots on board, and the place was full of pissed off boys, and around midnight, I told some sailor to get his drunken ass squared away, and inside 20 seconds, we had a full blown riot right out of Hollywood, with swabbies and Marines and LBFMs trading punches and throwing bottles, and then the PC(Phil COnstabulary) drove up and started shooting (it only took a couple officers emptying their revolvers in the air) and it was all over.
Even on the base, it was a little wild. Once they just left a halfdozen lieutenants in the bar when they closed, because they didn't want to be the ones to tell them it was closing time. No names here, but these were boys so stupid they thought it was fun to put their fags out on their hand.
Now my own pappy had been in a jarhead from the Valley Forge in this place back about the late 40s, and he had led me to believe it was about the same then - bandits, etc.
Now I used to like to go out to San Mig, where there were fewer sailors and the girls were not so rapacious, but there was less security. I recall an old papa-san who set me up for the afternoon with a couple shy but more than willing teenies, for a very few bucks; and these girls seemed to like what was going on, a lot, but I wasn't going to stay after dark. Some fellas used to go out even farther, toward the Navy radio transmitter, but that was too deep into Indian country for me.
And there was the unimaginable social scene, San Mig beers, and the LBFMs doing every imaginable thing like competing to pick up beer bottles with their pussies, and do bottle tricks on the tabletop.
Or you could always take your love of the night into her assigned place, like maybe the head, and get personal among the urinals. I recall a young lady waking me in the middle of the night to jump on me cowgirl, and hump me like an oiled monkey against the moonlit window. She was the most lustful machine I could imagine - never before or since anything quite like that.
All in all, it's hard to describe the combination of carefree filth, lubriciousness, and lurking danger all combined like a sort of fantastic Pleasure Island where you really don't know, you might turn into a donkey, or (ominous) maybe something else.
Alas, a scan of google shows there is little left of this place, except for a couple posed photos from the 50s.
Yes, for you bus driving flyboys, it was sorta like Angeles City, in the way that New Orleans was sorta like St. Louis - IOW, you have to add the Navy's dash of incredible perversion. The US Navy wasn't run exactly the British ("rum, sodomy & the lash") but some of those pollywog initiations were pretty damn kinky.
That's a taste, and the rest slides into legend. And that's all the old bosun said.
a story about the Minnesota Vikings sex cruise.
Anybody from Minnesota who can start a new thread about what happened on Lake...? And Playmakers wasn't real?
When I was in the Philippines a few years ago, I stayed in a very upscale hotel in Makati in Manilla. Based on the action available inside the hotel and in the very nice bars we visited, sex is still very available, cheap and hot as hell. But that is only my observation. I decided to play it cool while there for various reasons.
and it's really more of a legend now than a story.
Back then, there was no such word as "upscale", and Manila was where the flag rank officers went; it was far too much trouble even for the field grade. Why, the 1stSgt told me one day he'd wakened up the battery CO from his rack ON SHIP, and rousted an LBFM too, and I know he was telling the truth. VERY bad karma; the 1st thing officers should know is to keep it out in town & under the covers. Don't ask, don't tell, and don't lie to the troops. An officer or NCO has to stick to the subject, ie, keeping a tight group. Nobody wants to hear their personal problems, let alone see them.
I can't hardly believe none of you younguns know this.
I've done many of the legalized places over the years. My advice: stay away from the glitzy glamour joints in Pahrump. As you discovered the hard way, they're pretty much all high-priced rip-offs.
OTOH, some of the places out around Beatty (north out of Vegas on US 95) can be quite nice. A bit of a longer drive, but definitely worth it. The Shady Lady has become my particular favorite the last few years, with prices and service that are quite competitive with what's available in most cities (and decidedly *better* than many LV agencies). Some of the ladies even make an occasional appearance in reviews here on TER -- worth a look before you go.
Cheers!
This is a true story: A gentleman in his mid- thirties that I saw recently told of a trip to a very famous place in NV about 3 or 4 years ago: he was told initially that it was $200, then once in the room it was $500, he balked, she acted hurt that he didn't "like" her, he said he only had $200 cash, she asked for a credit card, he agreed, she told him to undress, she leaves the room and then a large man enters with the credit card thing to sign, only it's for $1000 now, he's nervous 'cos he's naked and this guy is huge, he tells the guy that she said it was $500, the big guy leaves and then returns with the girl, the girl tells him that it's actually a $1000 for the entire hot tub experience and he reluctantly, because of intimidation, signs for the $1000. Now the big guy exits and he's alone with the girl but he can't "perform" because he's thinking about $1000 and what if his wife sees this on the credit card bill, then they head to the hot tub which he said was just literally a big hot tub with tepid water and a hose with water running into it. After 5 minutes of this, he returns and is anxious to leave, she says, "Aren't you forgetting something?" He naively goes to give her a hug and then she points to the tip jar.
I've been waiting for a place to tell this story, mind you the gentleman was in his early thirties at the time, it's easy for others to say what they would have done differently if they were in his shoes, but till you're there, in that situation, at that time, with that person's point of view...
there was a time when the brothals in NV were the place that men would take their sons! To give them the final chapter in the Birds and Bees talk - went something like... remember when selecting a wife... this experience should have you thinking about... and different dads would give their own spin on sex, emotion and wimin... you get the drift - and there was a time when young lads such as myself would find myself there - witnessing all the madness.... but times have changed and things have moved on - some for the better - but some for the worse...
What I described was a long time ago - measured in decades... not years.