They were back by five-o'clock, and in La Bamba at six, and Kitten Club by seven.
When Allyza had changed, she came and sat with Trevor. Her costume was a bikini, over which was worn a hanger blouse and tight denim shorts.
The stage was to the left, with seating at the stage, then, across a clearway, more seating spread around with elevated bench seats at the wall. The bar was at the bottom on the right. Trevor had chosen a bench seat against the street wall, giving a good view of the stage and the bar.
Girls were called up in teams to dance a set on the stage, and the waitresses moved among the customers asking them to buy Sampaguita necklaces for their favoured girls. The dancer given the most necklaces would win. The girls gyrated provocatively and necklaces found their way to those with the best figures, and those who danced dirtiest.
When it was Allyza's turn, she pulled up her hanger blouse and secured it over her shoulders, then un-cupped her breast from her bikini to lean out over the top, her nipples pushed up high. As she danced, she unzipped her shorts and opened them to the crotch, exposing her bikini bottom.
Trevor ordered necklaces for her, but as the waitress made her way to the stage, another was already placing a garland around her neck. She waved her thanks to a portly guy sitting at the far end of the bar. Other eyes were on Allyza, and Trevor felt a surge of sexual arousal because she was his girl, and her naked body was being admired by other guys. His libido ticked up several notches, and he wanted to fuck her again. During the evening he noted that she received many more necklaces than those he bought her. For her last dance, she appeared topless, and when she returned to him, a garland of sweet scented Sampaguita hung over her breasts.
As she sat in his lap, he inhaled the scent and admired her body as she chatted unselfconsciously with her friends. She did not win, and at midnight, she changed back into her street clothes, and still wearing her garland as evidence of her many admirers, she returned with Trevor to his hotel. She hung her garland on the bed post, and Trevor ravished her with a passion she reciprocated.
The scent of Sampaguita and the pleasure of Allyza's body on that night were, henceforth, associated in his memory. Every time he smelled Sampaguita he would remember Allyza and her ardour at her most passionate.
When he woke on Friday, he woke to the scent of the Sampaguita and the pleasant memory of the previous night. His next thought was that tomorrow he would leave for home. He had one more day of Allyza. He looked up at the Sampaguita and started to count the necklaces. There were too many, maybe twenty, of which he had given her five. Tomorrow night, one of those other guys would be taking her back to their hotel while he was still in flight. By the next weekend, she could have shared her joy with six or seven other guys.
It was a thought, both exciting and depressing. That other guys should desire her, and enjoy her, aroused him, but he wanted her to be his girl. It distressed him that she would be the girl of the guy who paid her bar-fine on the night, and it would not be him.
When she started to stir, Allyza reached for Trevor's groin to find him already erect and rock hard. She blinked her eyes open, and looked at him with delighted surprise.
"You like to fuck me already," she smirked, and they went through their, now well practised, evolution.
As they ate breakfast, Trevor made plans.
"I've got a hotel room in Manila. Would you like to travel down today, we can go out tonight, and you can travel back tomorrow when I leave for the airport."
"I will come to the airport with you."
"How would you get back?"
"I will go on the bus."
"I can get you a taxi from the hotel."
"No, save your money, I can come on the bus."
"We'll see tomorrow."
Trevor checked out, and they returned by trike to Dau bus terminal, and from there on the Philippine Rabbit bus, then across Manila on the overhead light rail. By two-o'clock they were at Bianca's Garden Hotel and Trevor was sorting himself out. When he came out of the shower, Allyza was sat on the bed leafing through Marivic's catalogue.
"You have many nice ladies to chose," she said.
"I've had a look at those. I didn't choose any of them."
"No. You just like a girl to fuck."
"I like a girl I can fuck, and I want to keep in touch. How will we make contact when I'm back in England?"
"Honest? You interest in me?"
"I want to come back and see you, soon."
"Email to me at Rick's Cafe. I will check the board for my name. And, if you give me your phone, I can call to you from Rick's and you call me back."
Allyza produced a card from her purse with the email address and phone numbers on it. The card was well thumbed. Not the first time she has used it, thought Trevor. But he was happy to share her, so long as he could see her again.
"OK, I'll be in touch shortly. Now, let's go to the zoo. It's just up the road."
"A zoo! Yes, let's go."
For a couple of hours they walked through the zoo; Allyza was amazed by the giant snakes, the coloured birds, the huge spiders, the tigers, and the orang-utan.
After showering and making love once more, they went out for their final evening together. Taking a taxi, they arrived at La Luneta, and in the illumination from ancient electric lights, walked around. Allyza was thrilled to see the Rizal Memorial, and, near by, the Legislative Building. While returning through Ermita, they dropped into a couple of dance venues, drank in one or two open-air bars, and dined in a restaurant.
By eleven, they were back in the hotel preparing for a final night of lovemaking. Trevor did his best to extend their tryst late into the night.
As he dressed next morning, feeling sad at parting from Allyza and depressed at returning to his grey life in London, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He no longer saw the person who had checked-in three weeks before. The person who stared back, did not have drab, salt and pepper hair, but dramatic streaks, and a fan of white at his temples that lent an air of distinction. His face and arms were tanned, and his body brown. He looked fit and healthy, and, in his colourful and casual holiday clothes, comfortable, and attractively raffish. Was it possible, he asked himself, that Allyza could find that man desirable?
On opening his suitcase, which had lain in his wardrobe for a week, he saw the clothing of a grey, anaemic man. Like a Superman in reverse, he would step into the plane, an exciting, heroic figure, and step out, an impotent drone.
He counted his pesos, then placed 10,000 in a separate pocket of his wallet, to give, later, to Allyza. Parting being imminent, the pair were subdued during the journey to the airport, and Trevor planned a passionate farewell. When the moment came, there was no time. As soon as he had removed his luggage from the taxi, the traffic-enforcer was waving it away to make way for the next. With a hurried kiss, Trevor pressed the 10,000 into Allyza's hand, and then she was waving to him through the rear widow as the taxi drew off, and the traffic-enforcer urged him out of the roadway.
Twenty hours later, on a cold, wet Sunday evening in February, through his front door he re-entered his old life, listened to the silence, and switched on his central heating. The same old, same old played on the television, and an early rise for work beckoned. Exhaustion compelled him to a deep sleep.
