Bar Girl Ch. 03

The route to the lady-house took them parallel to Fields Avenue, the epicentre of the Balibago entertainment district. Talent Spot was situated on Fields, and could be seen from the contra-flow road.

Mama pointed it out. "There is Talent Spot. You will see how near you will be. You can walk there easily."

A little after the nightclub was obscured from view, the trike turned right on MacArthur Highway, then almost immediately, across it into a side road. Shortly they entered a volcanic ash road lined by masonry walled houses. The trike finally turned into a narrow opening between lots, and arrived in a small courtyard edged by small dwellings, where children played, and girls and women sat in plastic chairs supervising lines of drying washing. As they alighted, some of the girls called and waved to Mama.

Mama introduced Blen and her friends. "These are our new girls. They will be staying here."

Waves and greetings were exchanged, and they entered the lady-house. The ground floor consisted of one living room, the sala, with table, chairs and a sofa, all in bamboo. In a front corner on a small table stood a small television showing a games show.

"You can cook here," said Mama, showing them an alcove at the rear with a well used, two ring, gas cooker, a sink, and storage cupboards. Next to the alcove was a door, which she opened to reveal a lavatory and shower. "Here you shower. Now come upstairs, and I will show you your room." She led them up the staircase, which stood opposite the front door.

There was a landing off which opened two rooms. She showed them into the one immediately at the top of the stairs. It contained a double bed, which took up a great deal of the floor space and faced a jalousied window. On it lay two sleeping girls. Against the far wall stood a row of six lockers, and three chairs hung with clothing were against the wall inside the door.

"This will be your room. You will share with Marivic and Anabel."

The sleeping girls began to stir.

"Be careful not to disturb each other when you sleep. We sleep in the day because we work at night, often only three or four because some will be bar-fine. I will give you a key for a locker. Always lock up your belongings when you go out. If you do not lock things up, and they go missing, you can only blame yourself."

The girls marvelled. Beds, showers, electricity and a television, and they would live there.

"We will go downstairs and sign your tenancy agreement." The tour had concluded.

At the bamboo table, Mama produced a form for each girl to sign. "There is a deposit of 1000p and the rent is 1000p a month in advance. That is 2000p. If you do not have that now that is not a problem. This is my lady-house, all the girls here are from Talent Spot, so I can add 2000p to your credit and you can repay me from your commission."

None of them had 2000p, so a further 2000p was added to their credit.

Blen, who had cleared her credit an hour earlier owed 2000p, more than the 1500p she had in her pocket and which seemed so much last night.

How easy it is to get in debt when you have a job, she thought.

The forms were signed and each was given a locker key.

When all the formalities were finished, Mama broached the girls' first additional earning opportunity. "Are you girls interested in earning an extra 500p tomorrow?"

"I am, Mama." Amor was keen.

All the others added their agreement.

"Monday is Labor Day in the USA and the Americans like to celebrate. Tomorrow there will be a pool party at Poco Jo's pool. Talent Spot enters a team in the Pool Show. If you will take part, it is an extra 500p for three or four hours of fun."

The girls murmured their consent.

"I will pick you up at midday tomorrow. This evening, come in with the other girls at about half-past-six; in time to change and be ready for your first set, at seven." With that, she left.

Amor wailed, "18540p, I owe 18540p, I am never gonna pay that."

One of the resident girls came over. "Did you come from Mama's province?"

" Yes, we come with her yesterday."

"Mama brings some girls every year, then you owe her money, and she ask you favours to clear your credit."

"Favours! What favours?" asked Amor.

"It depend. 18000p is a big favour."

"And how much will we earn, only for working in the bar?"

"2500p a month, basic. The commission, in the high-season months, can be 15000p, in the off-season maybe just 1500p. Now it is off-season, we do not have many customers. After rent, you will have only two or three thousand pesos."

"And how much will be my interest for my credit?" Amor began to sense she would work just to pay her interest.

Another girl produced a cell phone and tapped. "That is 2781p interest a month you will pay. If you do not pay there is interest on the interest."

"But I will not have enough salary." Amor sounded anguished.

"Then Mama will ask you a favour instead of interest. You will need to do her a favour. It is high-season in three months, then there are lots of bar-fines, but you cannot choose, if any guy will want you, just go with him, then you can pay your credit in three or four months."

It dawned on the girls that the money they dreamed of sending home, would go instead, to Mama Mutia.

"How much is your credit?" A co-resident nodded to Girlie and Blen.

"14,742 pesos," said Girlie.

"Mine is 2000 only," said Blen.

"Really.You are lucky. How did Mama let you accept so little credit?"

Blen hesitated.

Girlie explained. "Blen is a cherry girl, Mama has buy her cherry so her credit is clear, or it is until we pay for rent."

The girl feigned an exaggerated shock. "You have sell Mama your cherry?"

Blen nodded.

"You must be very careful. Do not trust Mama, she just want your money."

The remainder of the afternoon passed in a rather morose mood. The girls sat in the living room with their bags, engaged in sporadic conversation and becoming familiar with their new housemates who willingly answered their questions about their new life - through the cynical eyes of seasoned professionals.

When Marivic and Anabel came down to eat and shower in readiness for work they greeted their new bed-sisters, and made them welcome as they stowed their meagre possessions into their lockers. At quarter past six, they left in a group, and by half past, entered Talent Spot.

In the changing room, Mama was supervising the new shift. The girls reported to her, to be recorded present. As the established girls wandered away to change, Amor spoke to Mama.

"Mama, I am concern about my credit, I do not know how I will pay."

"Girls," said Mama, addressing the group, "You have no reason at all to worry. In the province, your credit sound like a lot of money, but here ... there is lots of money ... and many opportunities. I would not have bring you here if I think you cannot make lots of money. Watch carefully tonight, you will see some of these foreigners take more money out of their pockets to pay their bill, than you owe. That is their pocket change. They have so much money, and they want to spend it on you girls. You have no need to worry at all. I will see that you are alright. Forget about these silly cares. Go and smile, and be happy on stage."

"I was told I will have to do you a favour," said Amor.

"But it is me who do you a favour, Amor," insisted Mama. "I show you how to be bold. From time to time there are opportunities to make a lot of money ... like the Pool Party, but sometimes a lot more. You only need to be bold girls. I already have some ideas, and I will certainly offer the chance first to you girls because you are from my barangay. Be good business girls and you will clear your credit in no time."

Blen asked, "And when do you sell my cherry?"

"The first thing is to create an interest, we need to talk about it, sit with me and have a chat. You girls, get change."

They sat at the desk, which comprised Mama's office. Mama explained her plan for Blen.

"Talent Spot is a dance club, and customers take our girls out on bar-fine, but we have the short-time booth, so customers can have a discrete service on-site. Mostly it is just a blow-job. Your customers, last night, are very satisfied, and I am very pleased with you, so, for now, you will be my blow-job girl, at least until your cherry is selled. I will send any customers who request it, to you; that will be your income, because you cannot go bar-fine. From now, it is 600p for a short-time, and it will go in our account book. You get half for your commission. It is important to promote your service, or the customers do not know. Do it like this. If a customer show an interest in you when you dance, make him this sign..." - she pushed her tongue into her cheek to make it bulge then made a wanking motion to the side of her mouth - "... then they will know that you will give the blow-job. Also we must promote your cherry."

From her desk, Mama produced a badge in the shape of two cherries on a 'V' shaped stem, over which was sprinkled dollar signs, and handed it to Blen.

"Pin this to your thong, over your pussy, to show that your cherry is for sale. If anyone ask what it is, or ask if you are a cherry, tell him you are a cherry and that if he like to fuck with you, to ask for Mama-san. I do not want you doing cherry bar-fines either, that is why I will give you all the blow-jobs. You have a nice look, so you can be a headline girl. We need some pretty girls who will dance at all times and keep customers in the bar, also, the customers will see your cherry for sale. If you do not have a customer in the booth, you will work in the bar and dance your sets. Later, I will show you some things I will ask you to do as interest for the customers..

"... Oh, and you must use the wash bowl for hygiene ... from now you must always use it."

"What is that?" asked Blen.

"The waitress will put a silver bowl on the table in the booth. Before you put your customer in your mouth, wash him with the wet cloth, make sure he is nice and clean, dry him with the dry cloth and massage him with the rubbing alcohol. That will feel good for the customer and will kill any germs." She glanced at the rota pinned on the wall. "You are set A tonight, so hurry now and change. You are on at seven."

A few minutes later Blen filed onto the stage with the other girls.

After speaking with Mama, she felt optimistic once more. Of course, Mama was right, she told herself, We are simple provincial girls who had never held a 100p note in our hands; we forget that 20,000p is small change for our customers. They are generous and like the opportunity to give us money as much as we like the opportunity to take it. Again, she sought her reflection in the mirror, and pleased by what she saw, her confidence soared. How, she asked herself, could any man not want me?

Conversation rippled sideways, back and forth along the line-up, as the girls moved in their chosen ways to the music. Soon, all knew Blen's fate. Whenever a girl signalled an invitation to a customer, which was not accepted, she would point at Blen's badge and call, "You like a cherry girl, we have a cherry for sale," and they would all laugh.

When Blen caught the eye of a customer sitting up at the stage, she smiled and gave him the blow-job sign.

He beckoned her. "Are you a cherry girl?"

"Yes Siir, I am a cherry, but if you like to fuck with me you must ask Mama-san."

"So what's with this?" He made a brief blow-job sign. "You're a cherry girl and you give blow-jobs?"

"Yes Siir, until some guy will buy my cherry, no boom-boom, no bar-fine, just the blow-job."

"I see. That's good ... I may avail myself later."

"I will be here until closing, Siir," Blen told him.

"Can I put this in your thong?" He waved a 100p note.

"Of course, Siir." Blen rapidly stepped right up in front of him, delighted to accept an unexpected gift.

"But I'd like to peek at a cherry pussy. Is it OK if I look under your thong?"

She laughed. "Yes Siir, you can peek, but Mama-san has a photo."

"Of your pussy?" He looked surprised.

She laughed again. "Yes Siir. Of my cherry. She take a photo of my cherry for our contract."

"Maybe I'll ask to see it," he said, "but first things first."

Standing on the footrest of his stool so his head was level with her waist, he pulled the top of Blen's thong out and down, and made a play of inspecting her pussy.

"That looks like Grade 'A' cherry-pie to me ... and if it was shaved I could see even better."

"Maybe next time, Siir."

He tucked the note under her thong.

"Thaaaank you Siiiir," she lilted as she stepped back, and took the note from her thong.

Anabel immediately scolded her. "Leave it. Leave it. Do like this." She took the note and threaded it back through the strap of Blen's thong, then arranged it neatly. "Keep your tip like this. It will suggest to the other guys."

After twenty minutes, Set A filed off stage to be replaced by Set B. When Mama was satisfied that Set B were all on stage and in order, she called Blen to follow her back to the changing area.

"You have a tip already. Who give to you?"

"That guy." Blen pointed.

"Do you ask if he like the blow-job?"

"Yes, he tell me, maybe later."

"Good. Why does he tip you?"

"I show him my pussy, he liked to see my pussy. And he said he like to see my photo of my cherry."

"Ahh ... you are promoting your cherry ... that is good. I can see you will be a good business woman ... I want to show you some ways to use your costume to tease the customers. They like to see a nice show. That will keep them in the bar, and earn you tips. They like to look at nice sou-sou, so when I make this sign, I want you to take off your camisole and roll down your stockings, the way I show you last night. I will point out the customers I want to interest. If they will stay for one more round of drinks, we make more money. You can also use your thong. Rub it down your thighs like this, and it will roll down." She demonstrated the motion.

"Try now ... see, it rolls down and will cling to the top of your legs. Now rub them the other way ... and it will roll back up. Give a glimpse when you dance. Also you can hitch the side straps on your shoulders. Slip your hand through and lift with your other hand ... Yes, like that ... Now, the other side."

The thong was now drawn up tightly into the crease of Blen's pussy, and formed a narrow 'V' from her crotch across her belly and breasts, to her shoulders.

"That is it. Now pull on the middle and rock your hips like a boom-boom."

As she did so the tightly strung gusset cut into her pussy and was drawn taut against her clitoris. "Oohh," trilled Blen, "that is sexy."

"Yes, and your look is sexy. It make me feel horny, so it will make the customer horny."

At that point, a very tall, thickset gentlemen with a pronounced belly, dressed in shorts, sandals, and a brightly coloured T-shirt came through. "Hello, Hello!" he intoned in an enthusiastic and amiable American accent, addressing the room at large.

"Hi Daaaddy," chorused several girls.

He slapped the backside of one, who was bent over adjusting her boots. She jumped, and looked offended.

"Look at that ass, that's the best ass in Angeles. Out, and show it to the customers, get yourself bar-fined. You won't catch a bar-fine in here."

"Hi there, Mama." He greeted, and came over. "Who's this lovely lady in such a fetching costume?"

"This is Blen."

"Ahhh. You're Mamas new little sperm-hoover. I hear you sucked the cum out of poor old Hirohito. I'd like to have seen the look on his face. Any customers tonight?"

"I think there is one soon," said Mama.

"Who?" asked Blen.

"You will see."

"While you're so elegantly attired, I'll take your feature shots," said the man.

Mama introduced him. "This is Daddy Don. He is the owner here."

"Hello Daddy," said Blen.

"You just do what Mama tells you, and you won't hear from me. She'll put you on the right track to make a fortune. Is that a cherry badge?"

"Yes, I am a cherry."

"No problem, Mama will help cure you of that. Now let's get those pictures, just stand over there." He indicated a white backdrop board.

Mama led her to it, and Daddy switched on some spotlights. He dimmed them a little, and produced a camera.

"OK Mama, show her some of your poses."

Mama struck a pose for Blen to copy, then made adjustments to her posture, and Daddy called for further adjustments. In this manner, he took ten or fifteen shots of her; upright, bending, looking forward, looking back, leaning, leg up, and so on.

When he had finished, Blen enquired, "Why do you have those pictures Daddy?"

"Sometimes we're asked to provide girls for certain events. I can email photos over to the customers and they can pick the girls they want."

"Ohhh ...what sort of events?"

"It could be anything. Mostly it's parties. Last year we provided some girls for a movie, so you could be a movie star."

"In my dreams only," replied Blen, sighing and looking up.

Mama interjected. "But now your day job. Let us see if we can catch that blow-job. Come as you are, I want you to see how attractive you can make yourself to a man."

She picked up Blen's cherry file from her desk. "Come with me to the customer who asked to see your cherry. I will show him your photos ... you go to the other side ... lean on him and smile ... let him see your breasts ... put your hand on his crotch and rub gently. You will see that he will like your blow-job if you are a bold girl." She then led Blen back to the bar.

"Hello sir." He turned towards her. "I'm Mutia, the Mama-san here".

As she finished this introduction, Blen slipped in on his other side and rested her hand on his crotch. His head snapped round to see the cause of this intimate contact.

Blen beamed, and cocked her head. "Hello again."

"Oh hello." He stared at her bare breasts with her thong straps stretched across them. "That's a great way to wear a thong."

Blen felt a pulse in his crotch, so she began to rub gently.

Mama continued. "This is Blen, our cherry girl. She tells me you are interested to see her cherry."

"Errr ... That's right," he confirmed.

Mama produced two A4 photo prints from the file and held them before him.

"Here you are, Sir. These are the photos of her cherry. I am her agent for the sale."

He took the photos and placed them on the bar side-by-side. The line-up seeing something happening crowded around.

"Jesus ... that's really cute."

Blen felt his penis surge in length and girth. She had to raise herself on the rung of his stool so she could see the photos. On the left was the close up of her vagina, many times actual size, clearly revealing her hymen. On the right, was the shot of her, Girlie and Amor, smiling radiantly, as they framed her stretched pussy. Blen felt an emptiness in her stomach, and her pulse race. She felt shameless, but thrilled by her boldness, thrilled to see her photos, and thrilled by the attention they were receiving.

"You can see her hymen here ..." Mama pointed. " ... and you can see here that it is Blen. Do you like the photos, Sir?"

"I certainly like them." He turned to Blen, and smiled broadly. "Blen, you're very photogenic."

Mama made her move. "If you like to make an offer for Blen's cherry, then you can take her home and enjoy her tonight?"

Blen could feel his engorged penis pump. He looked at her, and she leaned forward to emphasise her breasts.

"I'd love to Blen, but ... sorry ... cherrys are way beyond my budget."

"That is not a problem Sir," said Mama. "You can avail of our 'try-before-you-buy' offer. We have a comfortable booth where you can receive a blow-job while you get to know Blen better."