Sex Tourist Ch. 13-14

That arranged, he jumped in a trike, and asked where he could buy cheap drinks in bulk, and sweets and snacks. Down Perimeter Road, and near the top of Fields, the trike turned right into a side road, and pulled up, on the left, outside a drinks wholesaler.

300 pesos for a crate of twenty-four bottles of San Miguel, and a deposit back on the bottle. Trevor guessed the profit on beers sold in the bars. With crates of beer and bottles of local spirits, Tanduay, and Fundador, stacked inside; the trike set off down past Fields, to MacArthur Highway, and made its way, slowly, up this congested thoroughfare, to turn right into the forecourt of PureGold - a hypermarket.

Trevor filled two carrier bags with sweets, bars, crisp and snacks, paper cups and plates and plastic cutlery. Back in his room at Sunset Garden, he set out the drinks and finger-food in an attractive display, and secured and locked away his personal belongings. All prepared, he changed into his party clothes and went and sat at the poolside bar to gulp back a couple of cold beers. It was one-o'clock, and he did not know if anyone would turn up. At two, no one had arrived, and he had fears of his plan falling apart. But, ten minutes later, Merci and Abi walked through into the pool area, followed by several friends. He gratefully waved them over, offered drinks and ordered pizza and barbecue. They sat at a table under a Nippa canopy adjacent to the pool and the party began.

The girls sang him Happy Birthday, toasted his health, and consumed drink and food. Soon, more girls arrived from Agasya, then from Silk Stockings, and suddenly there were fifteen girls for him to entertain. He ordered more food for the girls, spilling onto an adjacent table, then approached the bar, where half a dozen guys sat quietly drinking.

"I'd like to buy all you guys a drink," he said loudly, and the faces turned to him. "It's my birthday and I'm having a little party. I've got more girls and more food than I can manage, so you're more than welcome to share the food and entertain the girls."

"I'll take one of your little bunnies," replied one, and they all laughed.

"How old are you?" asked another.

"The big six-oh today."

"Sixty, that's the new thirty, at least here in the 'Pines it is."

Again, knowing laughter.

"Come and join us when you're ready," he invited, and instructed the waitress to charge a round of drinks to his key.

Two guys immediately came over to sit with the girls, and launched into loud and teasing banter.

Merci said she would like to swim, and Trevor asked who else wanted to swim, and hired the necessary number of swimsuits.

"Come up into my room and get changed."

He and seven girls crowded in to change. On seeing the finger-food and drink, the girls asked, "For us?"

"Everything has to go," he told them.

He enjoyed watching the gaggle of girls strip off their clothes, some less modestly than others.

Merci was coy, concealing all points of interest as skilfully as a burlesque dancer with her feathers. Others stripped naked and dodged around, pouring drinks and munching bars, switching on the TV and flopping on the bed.

"You like your birthday boom-boom," one asked.

"All arranged for later."

He still hoped for Allyza. The girl screwed up her face with disappointment.

"Everyone in their swimsuits, and lets get in the pool, You can come back afterwards."

With difficulty, he ushered them all into the pool, and some of the guys joined them. Trevor partnered Merci, whose slender figure looked particularly charming in her swim suit. They fooled around, splashing, chasing and ducking one another.

News of the goodies in his room had spread, and when he returned to the poolside table, on it were plates of snacks and paper cups of spirits and mixer.

More pizzas and barbecue were ordered and a round of drinks from the bar. The sun shone, the alcohol warmed him from the inside, and he basked in the genial company of the guys and the flirtatious attention of the shapely young women.

When he returned to his room to go to the loo, there were three girls on his bed, eating and watching TV, naked. They waved him in and out.

Thent it was four-o'clock. With disappointment, he gave up on Allyza.

Once more he invited Merci into the pool, and they splashed and frolicked again. As he carried Merci across the pool, his attention was caught by waving hands. He looked up to see Romie and Regine leading Allyza past the end of the pool. Romie and Regine were calling to him and waving. Allyza was glaring at him with a hard face.

When he returned to the table with Merci, the three girls were enjoying some barbecue and drinking Tanduay.

"Delighted to see you. Welcome to the party. Tuck in and enjoy yourselves."

"Thaaank you. Happeee birthdaay," chorused Romie and Regine, but, again, Allyza gave him a hard look.

The party continued, with people moving from poolside to pool to Trevor's room, and fetching drinks and finger-food, until, as the sun finally moved completely away from the pool, the girls started to change and prepare for work. With hugs and kisses they filtered away, until only Trevor, a few guys, and the girls they had struck up a friendship with, remained.

He had not seen Allyza for an hour, long before Romie and Regine left, and his failure to reconnect with her was a cup of icy water poured over his, otherwise, most enjoyable day. He decided to hurry down to La Bamba and see if he could catch her before she was bar-fined. He tossed the detritus of the party into a waste bin, and brought back what was worth salvaging, with him, to his room.