Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is only a work of fiction. Had this been an actual event, I would have had a great time. And again, bar-girl == prostitute / sex worker & unprotected sex w/prostitute / sex worker == bad idea. Incredibly fun, and feels great, but a bad idea.
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There was a game I heard about that they played in some of the clubs in the PI. Some guys called it the blowjob game, others called it the table game, but they were all talking about the same thing. The way it went was like this: the club would have a table that was about a foot taller than usual, with a long table-cloth that draped to the floor. All the guys setting around this table would be setting with their pants down around their ankles, or off completely. Now, even though there might be upwards of a half-dozen guys setting at the same table half-naked, there wasn't a trace of homosexuality about it. You see, there would be a Filipino girl, or sometimes two of them, under the table sucking cock. The game was that if you were the one getting sucked off, you tried your best not to show it. You drank beer, ate, played cards or whatever and tried to keep a poker-face. If you were getting sucked off and someone else guessed it, you had to buy the next round and pay the girl for the next blowjob. If someone guessed wrong, they had to pay instead.
Like anything else blowjob-related in the PI, the best place to find a table game was to look for a club that had the word "Head" in its name. "Head Queens," "Super Head," "The Head Quarters" and "The Head of the Line" for just a few examples.
My first time, I'd just been in the PI TDY for a couple of days and I ran into a guy I knew from when I'd been stationed in California. Cary had been a horn dog then, and being stationed in the PI hadn't done anything to change that. We ran into each other in a bar whose name escapes me and spent the next half-hour or so shooting the shit and getting caught up with what we'd been up to in the last couple of years since we'd last seen each other.
After our second beer, Cary said, "Hey, remember when Sgt. Banning was telling us about the table games in the PI?"
"You mean where you've got a bunch of guys sitting around a table, a girl under the table sucking cock and everyone tries to guess who's getting head?"
"Yeah, that's it," he laughed. "Wanna try it?"
"Get head and drink beer?" I asked. "Sure. Sounds like fun."
"Good. Let's go. There's usually a game going on at The Head of the Line, and it's right next door."
We walked the thirty feet or so to get to The Head of the Line and went in. Cary said something to the bar-girl that met us at the door, and she led us into a back room. The room was barely large enough to hold the large table in the center. There were three or four guys sitting around the table, shooting the shit and drinking beer. There were two oddities that immediately caught my eye. One, everyone there had his pants sitting on the table next to him. Two: one guy was squirming and grimacing, obviously trying not to show it, and failing.
One of the other guys at the table laughed, pointed at him and said, "'fess up, Tony. It's you." Just then, Tony got a very relaxed look on his face, smiled and said, "Yeah, you got me. Next round's on me."
Then a petite Filipino girl in a skimpy red bikini crawled out from under the table, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I send in new girl," she said on her way out of the room, Tony following her close behind.
Cary explained the rules to me, such that there were. New guys to the table had to pay the five dollars the girls charged for their "services." Since there were two of us, we were paying for the next two girls. There was no pattern of who the girls would pick to suck off next, but it was rare for anyone to set for more than three or four rounds without getting serviced. For an additional charge, you could take the girl who'd just sucked you off to another room and get more individualized attention.
Cary and I paid our shots and sat down. As soon as we were seated, we skinnied out of our pants and sat them on the table where we didn't have to worry about anyone under the table helping themselves to any cash.
About the time I was seated, the door opened again and three Filipino girls came in. Tony paused on his way out and said, "Since you two are paying, you get to pick. Enjoy." Just then, I felt fingers feather-touching my cock and realized that there'd been more than one girl under the table. I quickly picked a short, big-titted girl wearing a blue teddy and panties and Cory picked a girl wearing a pair of hot-pink daisy-dukes and a skimpy halter top. The third girl, wearing a long, baggy tee-shirt and, apparently, nothing else, took the five dollars Tony gave her on the way out and crawled under the table with the other girls.
I resisted the urge to look under the table, knowing that there were at least four girls down there. Cary went out immediately, and left the room with the girl who'd sucked him off, the girl in the tee-shirt. Next, the other two guys both went at the same time. One of them left with the girl I'd picked and the other left alone.
That left me and one girl, and I wasn't very surprised to feel those feather-light fingers on my cock again. A few seconds later, I felt warm, wet lips wrap around my cock and proceed to suck me off. Just as I was cumming, the door opened and two more guys walked in. "Dude, this is too easy," one of them laughed. "You're it!"
I sagged in my chair in the afterglow of my orgasm and didn't bother to deny it. Once I caught my breath, I got my pants on, and paid for the next round. Just then, the girl who'd sucked me off crawled out from under the table. She was short with big tits (big tits for a Filipino, anyway) wearing a short, low-cut skin-tight magenta dress. She came and whispered in my ear, "You wanna fuck, GI?"
Sounded good to me, so I agreed. She took my hand and led me out of the room, down a short hallway and into a little room that was empty except for a mattress and a small nightstand with a bottle of some kind of lotion on it.
Once she closed the door and locked it behind us, the girl looked in the nightstand, then asked me, "You got rubber, GI?"
I told her that I didn't have a rubber on me, then she said, "Then you no pussy-fuck me. You want blowjob or handjob or ass-fuck?" Then she pulled her dress off over her head, turned around and bent over the side of the bed, waving her trim, tight little ass in the air.
"Ass," I managed to get out, my cock stiffening again.
"Two hundred peso," she said. About ten bucks. Well worth it, in my opinion. I handed her two hundred pesos, then she pulled my pants back off, took the bottle of lotion, squirted some of it into her hand and quickly fingered it into her ass. Once she had herself lubed to her satisfaction, she squirted some more into her hand and stroked it onto my cock before bending back over and, reaching around one hand and pulling her ass-cheeks apart, telling me to go ahead and fuck her ass.
I stepped up behind her, placed the head of my cock against her pucker and gingerly pressed against her. She snorted and bucked back against me, forcing at least three inches of cock up her ass in one motion. She gasped and stopped for a moment, then said, "Fuck me, GI! Fuck that cock into my ass!"
Being the gentleman that I pretend to be, I did just that, shoving my cock the rest of the way up her ass in one steady motion before proceeding to give her a good ass-fucking. Since I'd just cum in her mouth a few minutes earlier, I was easily able to drill my cock between her pert little upturned ass-cheeks for over ten minutes before dumping a load of hot cum into her equally hot ass.
I'd been fucking Korean and Pilipino hookers long enough that I was able to keep fucking without her realizing I'd cum. In fact, her tight ass kept me hard enough to fuck her for another ten minutes, until I came in her ass a second time.
She was more vocal than most asian girls I'd fucked, and was moaning and shrieking in orgasm (real or fake, I don't know) and telling me in her broken English how much she liked feeling my hard cock sliding in and out of her ass and how much she wanted to feel me shoot my cum into her. That made me laugh to myself, since she'd already felt me shoot my cum in her ass and hadn't even realized it.
Finally I dumped the second load of cum up her ass, and this time she realized it. Once I finished cumming, she wiggled out from under me and vanished out the door with my cum dribbling down her leg. I sat back to catch my breath and she came right back with a large bowl of hot water and a washcloth, which she used to wash my cock and balls clean. Once she had me cleaned to her satisfaction, she said, "one hundred peso, I suck you cock again. You want?"
I gave it all of a half-second of thought before agreeing, and she proceeded to give me a long, slow leisurely blowjob. It took her at least ten minutes, but she didn't stop until I blew another, small load of cum down her throat. After that, I pulled my clothes back on and let her lead me to the front door of the club. From there, I went to a couple more clubs and had a couple of beers and, after an hour or so, another couple of blowjobs before finding a girl to go back to my hotel with me for the night.