I spent my eighteenth birthday in a crappy hotel room in Angeles City, losing my virginity for 20,000 pesos ($400). It was my first night as a bargirl, and the mama-san had auctioned off my virginity off to one of the experienced foreigners.
I had gone to work there to support my family. I'd never worn a miniskirt, high heels, or even had a boyfriend, but I had to help my three younger siblings, so I did what I had to.
Three and a half years later, Rick walked into my bar. I was no longer fresh and innocent, but he liked me anyway. Rick is a younger expat who was fucking his way through the Angeles City girly bars.
Yeah, he is handsome and fit, but more than that, he was confident. He didn't look rich. He wore nice clothes, but they were "off the rack" as they say. Yet he always seemed to have money.
He asked me my name, and I told him my bar name, Jade. I went through the usual routine, and he mostly just listened. He would answer any question I asked, but remained soft spoken and indifferent.
He paid my barfine, and took me back to his hotel. He fucked me, and it was very enjoyable. He was above average, but certainly not the biggest I'd ever had. Just a normal night in my life.
I can't say what he saw in me, but the next night he was back, and barfined me again. It went pretty much the same as before. Fun and rather ordinary.
We repeated this 4 more nights in a row. Yes, our sex got even better, and I liked it a lot. He never really said anything that would tell me why he had taken a liking to me, but I wasn't going to complain. He tipped well and was clean and fun.
On the seventh night, he again showed up and paid my barfine, but didn't take me out right away. He said he wanted me to keep working as he watched. A little strange, but we get weird people in there sometimes. It is his money, so I did as he asked.
I took my turn on the pole and sold a couple of lady drinks. It depends on how aggressive the customer is, but if they smell good and look decent, I'll sit on their laps as we talk after selling a lady drink to them.
Rick seemed to especially enjoy it when I did that, as I noticed him watching me closely at those times. Part of the job is tolerating some touching after selling a lady drink, and the two customers I sold drinks to did their fair share of touching me as Rick watched.
After that, he told me to change into my street clothes and we would go. When I got out front with him, he suggested we do something different.
"Why don't we grab some dinner?" he suggested. "Pick any place you like."
Over dinner we chatted some more. Rick was a little more open, and showed some more emotion.
"Let's pretend you are off the clock." He asked. "Drop the act, and let me know the real you."
He asked what my real name was, so I told him it is Leesa, which is true. The only problem was, I didn't really know who I am outside of the bargirl I had become. Jade had taken over my whole personality, and some of the questions Rick asked me flustered me.
Without sticking to the usual story I tell, I really didn't know what to say to him that my actual interests are. Everything revolved around my work and my family.
We were finished, and he asked if I would like to go get a drink somewhere and continue our chat. He's the customer, so I agreed. He had already paid for my time, and I didn't think he would do anything to harm me.
Rick was actually very charming and easy to talk to. I didn't often drink "real" drinks, and very quickly I had a buzz going that was heading towards drunk.
He told me he really wanted to know what made me tick. What motivated me to keep going every day.
I didn't know what to say. He changed the topic and asked if I liked working that job. I started talking, saying some parts were better than other parts, and he kept investigating. Asking more questions to find out what parts liked, and what parts I didn't.
Again I was flustered, and I got a little emotional. He just kept pushing to know me and I didn't even know myself. I think I was drunk and I started to cry. I told him how I've been a bargirl ever since my eighteenth birthday, and I didn't really know who I was any more.
He smiled and let me collect myself for a moment. He asked what I do liked about the job. I didn't know what to say, so he asked if I liked sex. I told him yes, most times. He asked if I liked flirting with customers, and I again confirmed it. He sat back, thinking about what I had said.
He asked if I wanted to go back to the room, and I did. At least in bed I had learned what I am supposed to do and I don't feel so lost. But when we got to the room, he didn't take me to bed. We sat at the little table and he looked at me.
"Leesa, I like you." He explained, smiling at me again. "You are beautiful, that is not in doubt. You are intelligent, that is not in doubt. But I see a blank slate in front of me. I believe you are someone that can be built up and molded into something special. I think you have that potential."
"I'm not smart." I disagreed. "I didn't even finish high school. I'm a bargirl. You can't make me into a perfect wife."
Rick just laughed. "First off, intelligence is the capacity to learn, not the sum of everything you remember. That is knowledge. Not the same thing. You don't possess a lot of knowledge, but you have a great capacity to learn. You are intelligent."
That was flattering, I guess, but the way he said it was more like an evaluation than a compliment.
"Secondly, I'm not looking for a wife." He continued. "Wives are boring. I've had a wife, and it bored me to tears. She was a good woman. Far too good for me. I don't want a good woman. I want a bad woman. I want a naughty woman. I want someone who is interesting."
"That's most bargirls." I again protested. "Why do you think I'm special?"
"You like to please." He responded. "Not because you have to, but because you enjoy it. For example, when I told you to give me a blow job, I saw it in your eyes. You didn't do it because you had to. You did it because you wanted to. You enjoyed making me happy. That is not something all bargirls have. Heck, most women don't have that. You are a natural born submissive, and I want to train you."
That was really weird. I hadn't processed it yet, but I needed more information. "Train me to do what?"
"Train you to be exciting. To learn who I am at my core, and train you to have the instinct to please who I am at my core. In short, to give me an interesting life." He explained.
"I don't understand." I admitted.
"As I said, I want you to be bad. I want to enjoy controlling you, and entertain both of us, I hope, doing what ever wild ideas come to me. I like watching you. I like the idea of making you do dirty things. I like watching you do bad things. I have so many fantasies I want to live with you." He explained.
"But why?" I asked, still not fully getting it. "You could do dirty things on your own. Why do you need me to do that?"
"Leesa, I've had a very fortunate life. I'm not one of those rich people who desire to keep making more and more money." He leaned forward, trying to get me to finally understand. "I'm a natural born dominant. I get pleasure from control. From corrupting someone who deep down is a very sweet girl, but with a decidedly naughty streak. That's what makes me smile. That's what makes me happy."
"And how do you plan on going about this?" I asked.
"I don't ever have to work again. I do some projects that interest me, but I work whenever I feel like it. My ideal goal would be to take you back to the US to train you. To shape and mold you. Then to travel around from interesting place to interesting place, entertaining ourselves. I even want to return here with you for some fun. That is, after I've changed you."
"Changed me into what?" I asked.
"In my opinion, the best version of yourself." He smiled again. "To release the inner sex demon I think is inside you."
"What's in it for me?" I asked. "My whole family depends on me."
"Don't worry about money." He smiled big. "When the time comes, I'll prove it to you, but I want you to make this decision based upon your true happiness, not for money. What ever sum would make you comfortable, I'll pay it. Just leave money out of it for now."
Obviously it was a lot to think about, and not a decision I could come to quickly. We still had sex that night. He wasn't going to give that up. For the first time he told me how much he liked fucking me. I don't know why, but that made me feel good.
It was interesting that during sex he called me Jade, but all other times, he called me Leesa. Maybe my verbal signal that I was back on the clock.
In the morning, I got showered and dressed to leave. He told me he was going to Manila for a week or two, then he would be back to discuss it more with me.
"Go over to the safe." He instructed me. Then he gave me the combination and told me how to open it.
"You see the black money belt there?" he asked. "Open it and take as much as you want."
I opened the zipper, and it was stuffed full of blue notes (1,000 peso bills). Obviously, this was both a test and a reward. There had to be hundreds of them there.
I counted out 5 and zipped it up, then stuffed them in my bra and closed the safe. He wasn't even watching me. I could have taken all of them, but 5000 pesos was twice what I earned in a good week, so it was enough.
Two weeks later, Rick came back to the bar. He immediately paid my barfine and took me out. It was early, so we to supper. This time, he picked the restaurant. It was an upscale place, probably the best in Angeles City. I had never been there before.
He asked what I wanted. My eyes were big, having never eaten such expensive food before. All the choices were 1000 or 2000 pesos just for the entrée. I just told him I wasn't hungry. It was a waste of money. I'm used to eating street food.
So, he just told the waiter to bring one of everything. I protested, but he told me to be quiet. He said he wanted to taste everything. I told him he was crazy. I told the waiter in tagalog Rick was crazy, but he insisted.
He asked if I had any more questions about his offer. He already knew that I did.
"If I agree to this, what should I expect?" I asked.
"You will obey me without question." He started. "Of course, I care about you and I would never do anything to harm you. There is even a contract to guarantee that. But you will be expected to do what ever I tell you to, when I tell you to."
"Are there limits to what you can ask me to do?" I was curious.
"Only my imagination and preferences." He replied. "For example, I do not find anything involving bodily waste as interesting. So that is something you won't have to worry about."
"If I agreed, how can you get me to the US? You know we (Filipinos) can't just get a Visa." I was curious.
"Leave that to me." He smiled. "That is something you are just going to have to trust me on."
"What happens if I agree to all of this today?" my last question.
