The Grand Carnival

I arrived at Manila about past seven early morning.
I found all my siblings in the girl’s room. I woke both girls up and we started gossiping about Net’s latest indiscretion.
And I told Nana that I’ll be going to SM to meet up with Paula regarding her money. She suggested that we should watch a movie too.
I called up the gang but it seems only me and Raymund will be able to go to SM.
About ten past Nana and I were already browsing since Peegay seems to be coming in late. Later about past eleven Raymund came, saw the big sales and suggested that we better just go shopping.
Seeing that the only movie we hadn’t watch was Bloodrayne, which has a bad rating may I add, so we consentedto go shopping. We shopped for hours.
For lunch Nana had a sundae and Raymund had two boxes of pizza. I had a slice of buko pie.
When we got home it was almost two in the afternoon.
I rushed off and had the car washed.
At the carwash I saw the news about the stampede at the Ultra. This is the first time I have heard about a stampede of people trying to get in and not the other way around.
You can see how undisciplined and desperate Filipino people are.
Then across the room I saw a young man looking at me. Well, actually I really can’t say he's looking at me since he’s wearing his dark Oakley glasses. But where else could he be looking? At the wall behind my back? The thread-bare sofa?
Since I caught myself staring at him too, I tore my gaze and looked back at the tube sensationalizing more about the stampede.
Sensing the awkward moment he suddenly stood up and left the small room.
I gave a sigh of relief. Then out of curiosity I looked out from behind him to see what kind of ride he has.
It was a Honda Accord. The one Yen was obsessing about when I was in college.
Then maybe he got tired about standing that he went back in later and sat on the sofa beside mine.
Then there was this very awkward moment again.
About a minute later he stood up again and went out.
I started waving a hand in my face. I suddenly feel hot.
When I was called I hurriedly paid up and not looking at him got into the car and took off.
When I got home I was almost three. And siege time preparation is at three-thirty. Since I haven’t had still taken a shower I told Raymund to play his character. Since we can’t access his character being botted by Trish I told him to play mine for a while.
After taking a shower I had to let my hair dry by the fan, where me, Na, Yen, and Dad started talking about jokes. Then went to the computer room and played a little.
When it was almost six I called my sister to help me dressed.
Six thirty I was already done, and Isnit had arrive.
Then I called up Doy if they want to come with us. But short of breaking his arm, he and his friend’s can’t be persuaded to hitched a ride with us.
Seven-thirty we left the house. Did a lot of detours, messed with traffic jams, didn’t do any speeding and when we got to the restaurant we were the second earliest to arrived.
Shit.
The Renegades had reserved a closed room. I recognized Arnis at once, but not one hundred percent sure it was him, I just smiled.
He gave us a sheet and told us how much we will be paying.
Writing our names and our character’s down, we paid and choose a long table situated at the center of the room.
Raymund said we should scoot a little to the side. Me and Isnit said no, and discussed the finer points of where to sit so not to looked out of place.
There was a full table of people behind us already. They were very loud and talkative. When we sat down, the whole group stood up and went over the front desk and looked over our names.
Then later they switched to the table in front of us.
The three of us just sat there texted Trish on what’s happening and chatted about anything except Ragnarok.
Then Doy’s group came and we exchanged hellos. I invited them to sit by our table but they declined. That’s the extent of our conversation for the whole evening.
So we went back to chatting to ourselves.
Much later the majority of the party came. They all sat behind behind our table. Later some people just went passing our table to and fro. After that Isnit noticed some guy taking pictures of me secretly. Then later two long tables of people stood and went to sit by in front of us. Where I was subjected to stares and gawks of people I barely know.
It’s like they never seen a girl before.
Sure there where some girls in the room, maybe six, and not by conceit I could say they aren’t Helen of Troy but hell, where’s their pride?
Nobody in our group was that blatant. Even if we saw the most handsome people in the Renegades (maybe there were six of them), you can’t hear a titter out of us.
Then later some group of guys went and sat by our table. It was Strossuss and his peers. I thought at first it was for social reason. But apparently it was for the reason that they could have a clear view of my face, based on the cheers and shouts that was thrown at them.
Then the F8 shop came. It was already ten in the evening.
That is when we started our late supper. And I didn’t get any shrimp, thanks to the waiter’s incompetence.
After eating, the program started readily. Newo (Owen) was the master of ceremonies. He’s good and very at ease.
First, he had all the GMs stand in front. Only four stood up.
~Bugum: He was dark, small and fat. Reminds me of somebody…
Strossuss: A typical Chinese. The one that looks like could speak and write as well. He was tall, thin, fair, have an angular face, and a straight short hair.
Levy/S.I.R.: The most handsome face that evening. It’s just so white and like there was a sheen of powder or something on his face. Okay, maybe he was blessed with a perfect skin. He’s just too clean of a face for a guy. He dresses nicely and maturely though. White simple polo is always a nice outfit. He wasn’t tall looking but he have a body that could have muscles. But a guy with a computer shop? I don’t think so.
F8_Player: Yeah my favorite GM. He had a longer hair than the last time we saw him. It was brushed up. He was wearing a white jersey and jeans. Young looking, that’s why he’ll always look cute until he gets wrinkles.
The other GM like Archbishop, Raven~, and ~Pierce and pmo wasn’t there yet. Pierce didn’t join at the first roll call. Pmo was late I think.
Then we had the Roll call from the attendance sheet. When we were called we raised our hands. But when I was called Newo said that we should do it all over again by standing up when called.
Yeah, right.
People I remembered:
*iri: Girl, geeky, small, hyperactive, and reminds us a lot of Donnadel.
Sh@si: pervertfrosty’s girl, really a girl, mediun height, brown skinned.
Michelle: girl, thin and small.
Pervertfrosty: thin, medium height, more skills than looks.
Fredster: Fat, dark, and was wearing a Renegades shirt.
Wap: tall.
Rapsodishock: tall and severely thin, and have a prominent pout.
Ginox: same, except he lost weight.
Doy: He was like a new person. He has a better skin now.
Arnis: very distinguished, big, fat, smiling all the time and still has his long curly hair.
Kali/Gaiza: tall and good looking.
Dendee?: yes she does look like a model. But no she doesn’t like she plays RO.
Rex: He looks like he got smaller. Dark, have a set of teeth. And he always keep hiding his face behind his hanky.
Ryan: I forgot.
Majesthix: small and dark.
~Lulay: has a birthmark by this jaw.
Melts: an all-out gay. Was wearing a “Single and proud of it shirt”.
Then after that we they had a videoke challenge.
The prices where 200m, 100m and 50m.
The first one to sings was Melts. He sang a song meant for Lulay.
I heard that Levy sang “Only You”.
When the singing contest started we decided to go out and smoke and drink some. On the way out, someone asked us if we were leaving. We assured him that no, we will be just drinking outside.
I had a Weng-weng. Isnit had a vodka tonic and Raymund had a beer. On the way to the table I chatted with Rex and invited him to sit with us.
The four of us chatted for a long time. I even invited Rex if he wants a drink, but Isnit said I was corrupting the boy.
Even Levy and his peers came by our table. I even asked him if he wants to sit down by the vacated sit left by Isnit. But I guess he was shy.
Later Roy texted and said he is by Kenny Rogers. So Isnit and Raymund went off and fetch him. No way I’m gonna walk that far in my heels.
So, Rex and I was just sitting there across each other talking, when Kuya Rey came over. He asked where were my companions. I told him they were fetching someone. I asked him to sit down by the table but he declined too. So he was standing behind my chair while we were having conversation.
Seeing our positions he decided to take the offer.
In the middle of the conversation Gino came. I haven’t seen him since the party begun. His greeting was that I told him I wasn’t coming. And I greeted him by giving a backhand slap across his chest when he sat beside me.
Then the conversation was all about RO.
Later Isnit, Raymund and Roy came. They pulled out sits and listened in. Mostly we give comments but mostly we just sat there and enjoyed listening to them talk.
Kuya Rey was surprisingly talkative. Gino was being Gino. Rex was silent as always.
Then Gino opened the topic of Trish. Then he said a lot of things. I just wanted to laugh.
You see, Roy was behind me.
Then they called us in to have each guild taken their pictures. So we went in.
While waiting, I got tired of my heels. I sat down beside some guy. The guy beside him waved a hand across my face, he was trying to get my attention while whispering “Miss, miss…”. Then he ask me who I was. I explained to him. He introduced himself as Kali. I told him I remember his character. Gaiza is his too, he added. Then he asked if I have multiple characters. His friend explained that the Aeon’s are a friend corporation. I said that was true. But each of us has still multiple characters.
But our conversation was cut short when the F8 guild were called.
At the guild picture I was the only female. And nobody wanted to rub elbows with me.
After the pictures where taken it was time for us to go. Lots of people thought so too.
After saying goodbye we took off and went to a gaybar!
Yeayah!
Raymund already visited the establishment, so he knows where and what to expect. He brought us to this bar at Timog.
I wasn’t able to get the chance to see it's name.
When we entered I was expecting to see waiters wearing police uniforms with cut-off shorts. But alas, the waiters looks like your ordinary waiters.
You can’t tell the pimps from the matured customers though.
And I can see a lot of fat, unappealing old maids too enjoying the sight of young men dancing at the stage.
I look at the whole place first. It looks underdeveloped or it seems to be going on a current renovation.
The maitre sat us at a sofa located at the stage’s side. It was comfortable. I asked Khaloy how many sperms must have spilled on the sofa we were sitting.
Then we ordered drinks. Mine was a bit expensive compared to the guys.
Then enters a lone guy in short shorts and big boots. He dances, he opened his shorts, then he touched himself… then nothing!
After that he left the stage.
The next gigolo was like that too.
I started thinking if I was able to see a head this night.
I still have that picture in my head of the first and only penis I saw in my life. It was from our model at painting. The model looks like a janitor. And he was proud of his member.
It was hideous looking.
The third guy came in and dances did the same routine then reach in and showed us his penis’s head.
Okay, it was only a tip.
I was more appreciative on how their bodies are toned. How the shadows played on their muscles. I started itching to draw some male bodies.
After that we begun to see the whole package. Some of them started going all the way.
After that it starts getting old.
But there was this one that has a huge head. Now, that is some mushroom.
Later out of curiosity we ordered for a private room with a private show. It was Raymund and Roy’s treat.
The room was small and has two sofas. It has also a single light. A yellow light. Wonder why it wasn’t red.
The room was fucking cold. We were literally shaking. And it wasn’t of excitement.
Raymund chose a guy, but upon entering a room and seeing me he changed his mind.
So Raymund had to settle by his second choice.
He said his name was Ken (not his true name).
Upon entering the room he introduced himself and shook our hands.
Then he went to one wall and started dancing dirty.
Being on an enclosed room with a gigolo is different from watching at the stage.
I can’t just watch it.
Later while dancing, Ken with his trunks down went straight over to Khaloy, who was sitting alone in the sofa, straddled him and shoved his body at Khaloy’s face.
Khaloy was beyond shock. You just can see him frozen in place.
The three of us on the other hand was shock too but we started to convulse with laughter across the room.
Ken helped Khaloy with his dilemma. He took Khaloy’s hand and rubbed it on his body.
Then he untangled himself from Isnit and work clockwise across the room.
Next was Raymund. When he straddled Raymund’s lap, Raymund attached his hands to Ken’s body without further urging. He even asked Ken without coy if he could his penis. Ken said sure.
Roy and I just looked at each other and laughed. We looked over at Khaloy and mouthed if he was okay. He just gave the thumbs up sign.
When Ken was done with Raymund he came over me but I said no.
Then he went to Roy who goes on on how Ken smells divine.
After his first round of dancing Ken sat down on Khaloy’s sofa and we chatted while he smoke.
Roy keep asking him questions. We found out that he’s straight. He said that this is just work. And he never went all the way with a guy before.
A little later he dance another round. This time the gang was more comfortable and unhibited.
I wasn’t still comfortable.
After round two was done we talked for a bit and he went to his third and last dance. This time I wasn’t able to escape. Even if I said I don’t want him to dance for me, my wished were ignored.
It was…. I dunno. I had my both hands covering my face. But you can feel things. Especially when Ken forced my head closer to him.
After that it was all talk. Roy kept on asking questions about anything on Ken. Then he would comment that Ken was boring when it comes to conversation. I told him you can’t expect intellectual conversation with a twenty year old drop-out gigolo. If he wants intellectual conversation that would tickle his brain he better find a gay.
We were so cold that we even didn’t finished our hour with Ken. Roy and Raymund paid the bill. They shed two grand each. Then we went straight home to our respective houses.
The next day I had a fever.
Then I thought… the experience of some guy grating on top of me like a cheese isn’t an event that would be happening again in the near future.