The curious cat became a witness of the flesh trade again. This time the male version of it.
It was a Saturday night and with boredom creeping on our bones, my acquaintances and I decided to spend a couple of hours in Club V (that gimmick place in Saipan Grand Hotel where the new band - Resound - plays) The music was too loud and at around midnight, we decided to go to The Naked Stallion, a gay bar here in Saipan.
Another shocking experience I am sharing in this blog site.
The Naked Stallion is located in Middle Road. At around 12:30am, there was barely a handful of people inside - around 12 in all, including the dancers, the waiters and the manager.
We came in and maybe it was their lucky night. We were 15 in all and we became the crowd that filled up the club. We were greeted by the loud music blaring on the stereo. A gay man (he was pretty) dressed in black panties and bra was gyrating on stage.
Doll, (an acquaintance) who was a bit tipsy at that point, told me to bring out $1 bills. I gamely got 5 $1bills from my wallet and put the money on top of the table. A local girl who was in our group, saw a friend of hers and said, "Why are you here? Don't worry, I am not telling." And they laughed out loud enjoying the chance to be naughty that night.
The manager (who's name I later learned was Allan), with badly fitted wig and an Arnel Ignacio look-alike, got our orders. He was a bit disappointed because most of us ordered iced-tea, mango juice and coke. Our companions, the locals girls, who were more well-versed in alcoholic stuff, ordered their usual staple - Bud Light.
After a few minutes, a dancer came on stage. He was naked except for a sarong covering his private parts. His erection was obvious because the sarong was so manipis. He got off the stage, walked towards the table across us. He removed his sarong in front of the girl, and gyrated in the girls face. The crowd was screaming wildly. The dancer placed his sarong back and the girl inserted the $1 bill in his waist.
I was intently looking at the male dancer. He was so young! His body was alright. The right kind of combination of the muscular and the ordinary. I think he works out but not much. His skin was fair and was quite flawless. He could pass as a matinee idol. He was quite short though. About 5'4''.
The second dancer was more boyish looking. He danced to the tune of "Love begins with one hello. The hardest part is over, now it's easy letting go." (I actually don't know the title of the song). His sarong was black decorated with red flowers. He did a lap dance with Doll. We were screaming and covered our faces with our hands. Doll was game. She was tipsy already. She gave the dancer a dollar too.
The dancer then went to the local girls. Queena who was really wild that night, even touched the dancer's penis. The dancer did a lap dance in her face and she was touching the guy's back and butt. Of course, the more conservative members of the group did nothing but scream our lungs out. I was busy making a mental note of it all, careful not to forget details so I could write about it. I made messages on my phone and Vic (Cecil's friend) told me, "Ano ka ba? Kanina ka pa text ng text."
The third dancer came with green tapis. His tapis was longer. He was wearing briefs. The color? Camouflage. Just like an army uniform. He was the tallest among the 3 dancers but he was not as good looking as the first 2. He danced near Vic who was seated at the far edge of the sofa. He took out his penis, got Cecil's mango juice on top of the table and dipped his erect penis on the juice. (Yukky!) I was watching Vic's expressions and he looked really uncomfortable. The dancer sensed that Vic was not gay, so he went near Cecile (I was seated beside Cecile) and started to gyrate in front of our faces. We were screaming with our hands on our faces. I didn't dare look. The dancer was disappointed I think so he got on top of our table, danced a bit and then went to the other edge of the sofa where the local girls were seated. He removed his tapis, wrapped his penis on it and one local girl removed the tapis, threw it away leaving the dancer in his naked glory. He held his erect penis in his hands and went back on stage, did a few thrusting motions on the floor, (which really looked pathetic in my opinion) took a bow and left.
The crowd got a bit tame after that performance. After a few minutes, the tall dancer came out. He was already dressed (tatterred maong pants and t-shirt). He went to the table behind us, and entertained the group. I took a closer look at him and noticed that he was wearing foundation and eye liner. Maybe it was to conceal his acne scars.
It was 2 in the morning and they were about to close. Allan the manager, gave us the bill. We took the bill from him, paid our share and waited for the others to pay theirs. The gay guy in black loungerie came on stage and danced. His special skill was "eating fire." Vic commented, "Naglalaro nga ng apoy."
While waiting for the others to settle the bill, the dancers came out. They were already dressed and the first 2 went to the far edge of the room where a big-fat-gay-guy was seated. They were chatting and the gay guy ordered food and the dancers ate.
My mind was comparing the scenes from the Chicago club and this club. The tricks were the same. Lap dance. Naked bodies. Free touch. Dollar bills inserted inside bodies. Same music. Same set-up. Same rules -No cameras allowed. The only difference is the size of the crowd. Clubs with female strippers attact a much larger crowd than clubs with male strippers.
While on our way out, Allan walked us out to the door. He said, "Pangga (an Ilonggo term of endearment), nag-enjoy ba kayo? Babalik kayo ha?"
I didn't say anything but asked him a question instead, "Allan, gaano na kayo katagal dito?"
"One month pa lang. Bagong lipat lang kami."
"Ang ibig kong sabihin, gaano na katagal ang club ninyo?"
"Mag one-year pa lang."
"Saan galing ang mga dancers nyo?"
"Sa Pilipinas. Sa atin. Sa mga club din dun. Sa Valentino's"
"Ilang taon na ang mga iyan?"
"Mga 21 to 22 years old."
I was starting to sense his uncomfortability with the questions I was asking, so he excused himself, said goodbye and left.
While on our way home, I was asking Alex (April's husband) what he felt seeing those guys in their nakedness.
"Naawa ako sa kanila, Ate."
"Oo nga. Nakakaawa. And what a way to earn money. Pero mas naawa ako dun sa mga babae sa Chicago."
"Ang hirap ng trabaho nila. Gabi-gabi, nakahubad ka tapos kelangan nakatayo palagi ang ari mo. Hindi ko kakayanin yun kung ako."
"Baka may daya yun."
April buts in, "Ate, may choice naman yung mga dancers eh. Pinili nila yung work na yun."
"I guess so."
Well, some maybe chose the job. Some maybe were victims of human trafficking. Some maybe were led by fate. I don't know. I don't have answers.
The business of flesh trade has been around since time immemorial. The courtesans during the Roman empire dined with emperors and kings. Magdalene was (according to the Bible) a prostitute. Geishas are very much part of the Japanese culture.
It just proves one thing. Sex, or the idea of sex, sells. And it is a big business.
It was a Saturday night and with boredom creeping on our bones, my acquaintances and I decided to spend a couple of hours in Club V (that gimmick place in Saipan Grand Hotel where the new band - Resound - plays) The music was too loud and at around midnight, we decided to go to The Naked Stallion, a gay bar here in Saipan.
Another shocking experience I am sharing in this blog site.
The Naked Stallion is located in Middle Road. At around 12:30am, there was barely a handful of people inside - around 12 in all, including the dancers, the waiters and the manager.
We came in and maybe it was their lucky night. We were 15 in all and we became the crowd that filled up the club. We were greeted by the loud music blaring on the stereo. A gay man (he was pretty) dressed in black panties and bra was gyrating on stage.
Doll, (an acquaintance) who was a bit tipsy at that point, told me to bring out $1 bills. I gamely got 5 $1bills from my wallet and put the money on top of the table. A local girl who was in our group, saw a friend of hers and said, "Why are you here? Don't worry, I am not telling." And they laughed out loud enjoying the chance to be naughty that night.
The manager (who's name I later learned was Allan), with badly fitted wig and an Arnel Ignacio look-alike, got our orders. He was a bit disappointed because most of us ordered iced-tea, mango juice and coke. Our companions, the locals girls, who were more well-versed in alcoholic stuff, ordered their usual staple - Bud Light.
After a few minutes, a dancer came on stage. He was naked except for a sarong covering his private parts. His erection was obvious because the sarong was so manipis. He got off the stage, walked towards the table across us. He removed his sarong in front of the girl, and gyrated in the girls face. The crowd was screaming wildly. The dancer placed his sarong back and the girl inserted the $1 bill in his waist.
I was intently looking at the male dancer. He was so young! His body was alright. The right kind of combination of the muscular and the ordinary. I think he works out but not much. His skin was fair and was quite flawless. He could pass as a matinee idol. He was quite short though. About 5'4''.
The second dancer was more boyish looking. He danced to the tune of "Love begins with one hello. The hardest part is over, now it's easy letting go." (I actually don't know the title of the song). His sarong was black decorated with red flowers. He did a lap dance with Doll. We were screaming and covered our faces with our hands. Doll was game. She was tipsy already. She gave the dancer a dollar too.
The dancer then went to the local girls. Queena who was really wild that night, even touched the dancer's penis. The dancer did a lap dance in her face and she was touching the guy's back and butt. Of course, the more conservative members of the group did nothing but scream our lungs out. I was busy making a mental note of it all, careful not to forget details so I could write about it. I made messages on my phone and Vic (Cecil's friend) told me, "Ano ka ba? Kanina ka pa text ng text."
The third dancer came with green tapis. His tapis was longer. He was wearing briefs. The color? Camouflage. Just like an army uniform. He was the tallest among the 3 dancers but he was not as good looking as the first 2. He danced near Vic who was seated at the far edge of the sofa. He took out his penis, got Cecil's mango juice on top of the table and dipped his erect penis on the juice. (Yukky!) I was watching Vic's expressions and he looked really uncomfortable. The dancer sensed that Vic was not gay, so he went near Cecile (I was seated beside Cecile) and started to gyrate in front of our faces. We were screaming with our hands on our faces. I didn't dare look. The dancer was disappointed I think so he got on top of our table, danced a bit and then went to the other edge of the sofa where the local girls were seated. He removed his tapis, wrapped his penis on it and one local girl removed the tapis, threw it away leaving the dancer in his naked glory. He held his erect penis in his hands and went back on stage, did a few thrusting motions on the floor, (which really looked pathetic in my opinion) took a bow and left.
The crowd got a bit tame after that performance. After a few minutes, the tall dancer came out. He was already dressed (tatterred maong pants and t-shirt). He went to the table behind us, and entertained the group. I took a closer look at him and noticed that he was wearing foundation and eye liner. Maybe it was to conceal his acne scars.
It was 2 in the morning and they were about to close. Allan the manager, gave us the bill. We took the bill from him, paid our share and waited for the others to pay theirs. The gay guy in black loungerie came on stage and danced. His special skill was "eating fire." Vic commented, "Naglalaro nga ng apoy."
While waiting for the others to settle the bill, the dancers came out. They were already dressed and the first 2 went to the far edge of the room where a big-fat-gay-guy was seated. They were chatting and the gay guy ordered food and the dancers ate.
My mind was comparing the scenes from the Chicago club and this club. The tricks were the same. Lap dance. Naked bodies. Free touch. Dollar bills inserted inside bodies. Same music. Same set-up. Same rules -No cameras allowed. The only difference is the size of the crowd. Clubs with female strippers attact a much larger crowd than clubs with male strippers.
While on our way out, Allan walked us out to the door. He said, "Pangga (an Ilonggo term of endearment), nag-enjoy ba kayo? Babalik kayo ha?"
I didn't say anything but asked him a question instead, "Allan, gaano na kayo katagal dito?"
"One month pa lang. Bagong lipat lang kami."
"Ang ibig kong sabihin, gaano na katagal ang club ninyo?"
"Mag one-year pa lang."
"Saan galing ang mga dancers nyo?"
"Sa Pilipinas. Sa atin. Sa mga club din dun. Sa Valentino's"
"Ilang taon na ang mga iyan?"
"Mga 21 to 22 years old."
I was starting to sense his uncomfortability with the questions I was asking, so he excused himself, said goodbye and left.
While on our way home, I was asking Alex (April's husband) what he felt seeing those guys in their nakedness.
"Naawa ako sa kanila, Ate."
"Oo nga. Nakakaawa. And what a way to earn money. Pero mas naawa ako dun sa mga babae sa Chicago."
"Ang hirap ng trabaho nila. Gabi-gabi, nakahubad ka tapos kelangan nakatayo palagi ang ari mo. Hindi ko kakayanin yun kung ako."
"Baka may daya yun."
April buts in, "Ate, may choice naman yung mga dancers eh. Pinili nila yung work na yun."
"I guess so."
Well, some maybe chose the job. Some maybe were victims of human trafficking. Some maybe were led by fate. I don't know. I don't have answers.
The business of flesh trade has been around since time immemorial. The courtesans during the Roman empire dined with emperors and kings. Magdalene was (according to the Bible) a prostitute. Geishas are very much part of the Japanese culture.
It just proves one thing. Sex, or the idea of sex, sells. And it is a big business.
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