I was fresh out of high school, an all boys school in Manila, which didn't teach me much about the opposite sex. The only interaction I had with girls were in the form of my teachers, hot or not, they were enough for my imagination to run wild and of course the occasional interactions with other exclusive girls schools. Needless to say I was a virgin in more ways than one.
I was a geeky kid of average size, I had glasses, not very athletic and I was very shy especially when my attention was directed to women. I used to stutter a lot which made it harder for me to talk to women.
The university that I attended was not the normal universities in Manila where-in it was not all serious learning; it was more known for being a party university. Ninety percent of the student population where stoners or would come to class hung-over from partying from the night before.
As with most pseudo losers in high school I had to reinvent myself. No more of the geeky kid and more of the man who would be able to converse and more importantly be able to get a girlfriend and what not. It was not easy! I was sure that I was not the only freshman trying to get in the pants of our fellow fresh women, so to speak.
Months passed and I was still a virgin, never kissed a woman before and to think I was already in college. What a pity. And then I thought to myself; why not just get it over with and go for the deed with hired help. Virginity after all was not that important to me.
I was out with friends one Thursday afternoon, classes ended earlier than usual and we all decided to go and hang-out in a nearby mall in Malate. Malate is part of Manila which is known for the red light district. This was perfect I thought to myself. Although I did not know much about this place I just decided to go with my plan without hesitation.
After a few drinks with my friends, (back then we didn't have a legal drinking age in Manila, if you can pay for the drinks then you may consume as much as you want) I decided to bid my goodbyes and head off to the great unknown, alone. From our usual hang-out, I had to walk a kilometer or two to get to a spot in Malate wherein there was a park with a large fountain in the middle. I heard stories that if I wanted to hire a prostitute then this is the place that it would be easiest to get one.
I stayed by the fountain for about half an hour and I could not distinguish a normal park visitor from a girl for hire. I was so new at this and was starting to get butterflies in my stomach. I decided to leave the fountain and head off and try my luck along the side streets. It was getting late and the darkness started to blanket the streets this did not scare me though.
As I walking a man on a pedicab, (sort of like a bicycle with a covered sidecar) called out to me. He was dressed in a torn shirt, shorts and flip-flops. He wore a pair of sunglasses at night which was the norm, more like a Filipino thing. He called out to me, "Hey kid, want a ride?" I was losing hope of finding a prostitute in that area and the idea of going home was beginning to sound good for me. So I decided to say yes to his offer and have a ride in his pedicab to the nearest train station.
As I was riding his pedicab, he asked me about what I was doing there alone since I didn't look like a local in the area. So I proceeded to tell him my plan of losing my virginity. He laughed and said that he was actually a pimp and was only doing the pedicab gig on slow days. He informed me that the prostitutes who come to the fountain area are actually veterans and don't have to go through pimps. They were also in the business for a very long time and thus they don't have good hygiene, most probably a loose pussy and saggy tits and also would cater more for the foreigner market and the mature market. He also warned me that most of the time they would do everything to try to swindle, rob their clients, who were mostly foreigners.
My pedicab driver and now pimp stopped pedaling in front of a squatter compound. Houses upon houses stacked up together made out of thin wood and iron sheets. He told me to wait for him and I did. The people who were outside the compound looked at me with a stare that seemed like I was not the first one to be in that area with the same situation; It was like this sort of situation was a normal day-in day-out thing for them. After a few minutes he came out with a girl in hand.
