An Uncle George: Adventures in The Philippines Story

I lived in the Philippines for many years. Education is a major sector of the economy. Jobs are hard to find, so any advantage in helping children become employable adults is marketable. Private schools do not always achieve better results, but most parents are willing to pay for the perceived advantage of a private school education.

The daughter of a friend seemed to have a lot of potential, so I became her sponsor and honorary uncle. I helped my friend pay for the girl’s school expenses. She was a pleasant and polite girl, so I always felt like I was getting my money’s worth. She was quite pretty, and had a slim, athletic figure. When she was in her first year of college, Jewel seemed to decide she was not interested in doing the work required to earn a certificate or a license that would guarantee her employability.

Her parent lost patience and sent the nineteen-year-old to live with me. She was instructed to make herself useful as a personal assistant and to do any housekeeping chores I assigned her. That seemed like a good idea to me. I was a widower, and I didn’t have a house helper because I didn’t want to deal with all the potential problems, like clumsy seduction attempts.

My friend told me that Jewel was developing a bad attitude and was eating American junk food that had put unsightly bulges on her previously svelte form. That meant there was little chance for the teenager to meet a rich kid in her classes who would marry her and give her a financially secure future.

Princess said, “You are an American who has held prestigious and well-paying jobs. Perhaps Jewel will listen to you if you give her career advice.”

I replied, “I may have to give her reality therapy, so don’t get upset if she calls you and is crying. I won’t be mean on purpose, but if I’m honest with her, she may not be able to take it.”

Princess said, “I know the degrees you hold and the certifications you earned, so I will not offer to rescue her when you are being a big meanie.”

I called Jewel into my study and had her sit in the client chair on the opposite side of my massive native mahogany desk. Of course, her chair was shorter than normal and that forced her to look up at me, putting me in a dominate position.

I looked over the top of the lenses of my glasses and said, “Jewel, do you know why your mom sent you to stay with me?”

Jewel did a pouty face you’d expect from a Tween and said, “Mom never wants me to have any fun.”

I said, “Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”

Jewel replied, “Well it’s true! Nothing I do is ever right and it’s never good enough. She is so MEAN to me all the time.”

I said, “What would happen to you if your mom lost her job and had no money? Do you really want to live on the streets or in a cardboard box in a squatter village?”

Jewel said, “I could always get some stupid, horny boy to buy stuff for me.”

I grinned at her and said, “So your career plan is to become a prostitute?”

Jewel said, “It would be better than cleaning toilets in some rich bitch’s house. Rich Filipina wives are the WORST to work for, you know. They are even meaner than my mom. Besides, boys are so dumb that a girl can fool them really easily, so she only has to put out once a month or so.”

I said, “Do you agree that being a prostitute is a ‘customer service’ business?”

Jewel frowned and said, “I guess you could say that.”

I continued, “What happens if the customer isn’t satisfied with the service?”

Jewel answered, “some guys go and find another girl, but a lot of them don’t know they can do better and just accept what little they can get.”

I said, “Any guy who is worthwhile will not pay for pussy he isn’t getting, so staying employed depends on making the client feel like he is getting what he is paying for. Many girls try to make a living as prostitutes, but very few make enough money to live comfortably. Dissatisfied Kuyas[1] often beat up Walkers[2], so it’s not a safe profession.

“There are other disadvantages to being a prostitute. Servicing many clients increases the likelihood a girl will become infected with a Sexually Transmitted Infection. Some of those are deadly and some are incurable. Customers often refuse to use condoms and get violent if a girl insists. Even if the guy pays extra to go bareback, a girl can never make enough to make getting HIV worth it.

“If a girl is bringing in money, corrupt police can demand bribes, and gangs can do the same thing. Tough guy crooks can make girls work for them and the guys keep most of the money. A lot of times, pimps force the girls to use drugs to keep them under control.”

Jewel said, “I’ve seen several girls at school making a LOT of money going on dates with college guys.”

I said, “That’s true. Young, pretty girls can make money being a whore. Do you know what the worst occupational hazard is for a walker?”

Jewel said, “Worse than getting beaten up or getting a disease?”

I said, “Yes, this problem creeps up on a girl. Sometimes she doesn’t even know until she stops getting clients.”

Jewel asked, “Is it drugs?”

I said, “Drugs can steal a lot of a prostitute’s income, but getting older is even worse. At some point, a girl loses her beauty enough that nobody will pay to sleep with her. If she spent all her money on clothes, jewelry, and parties when she was young and earning a lot, she will be living on the street and begging for coins when she gets older.”

Jewel said, “That wouldn’t happen to me.”

I said, “Really? Part of why your mother sent you to live here is that you don’t have a cute figure anymore. All the junk food has given you a thick waist, fat thighs, and a big flabby butt. Your mom doesn’t think you could get a rich boy to marry you and take care of you when you look blubbery and misshapen. Upper level clients who hire prostitutes expect above average looking girls with exciting figures and girls willing to do anything that excites the customer. Girls who aren’t pretty get a lot less money. What you’ve done to your figure would put you with the lowest paid girls. In addition to not earning much, being a low tier girl means your customers are more likely to be dirty, smelly, have diseases, or be violent.”

Jewel said, “You mean, like blow jobs and butt sex?”

I said, “It could be like that, or it could be getting tied up and spanked, or even whipped. Some want to hurt a girl with huge dildos or brutal stuff like two cocks in one pussy or double fisting. Sometimes the client is disgusting, but are you going to go hungry because you turned down a customer?

“Then there is the issue of birth control. Some forms are more reliable than others. Pills and shots can make a girl gain weight. That’s bad for business but getting pregnant is even worse because a girl’s income nearly stops once she begins to show. There are some perverts who want to fuck a pregnant chick, but not a lot. Some girls feel sick and about to vomit when they are pregnant. It makes it difficult to turn a trick when you do find customers. Most customers expect oral these days. Giving a BJ when a girl has morning sickness is nearly impossible, which limits the girl’s income even more.”

Jewel said, “I saw how deadly boring working in a hospital lab would be, plus there is all kinds of pressure to get tests done fast when somebody comes in from a traffic wreck or is in the operating room, but if you make a mistake when you hurry, they act like you tried to murder the patient. The lab samples are all yucky too. Even with a mask on, shit still stinks and while we are required to wear gloves, I feel like I need six showers and changes of clothes a day to feel clean and don’t keep smelling the samples.

“It wouldn’t be boring to have some guy buying stuff for me and wanting to do fun stuff to impress me.”

I said, “In the first place, being a whore is different from dating a guy. Customers expect you to impress them and usually don’t give a shit about what the girl wants or thinks. Let’s say you do talk a guy you were dating into paying for pussy when there are so many girls giving it away for free. How do you plan to keep him interested, so he keeps buying you stuff?”

Jewel said, “I don’t hate sex. If he is clean and good looking, I could pretend I really liked it and give it to him more than once a month. It would be boring, but I could do it if he was sweet to me. It wouldn’t be as boring as working in a lab or an office or God forbid, being a salesgirl at SM[3].”

I said, “What if he believed your act and wanted to do it three times a day?”

Jewel said, “He’d need to come up with some good presents, on top of paying for my living expenses. As long as he didn’t want yucky stuff, like butt sex, I could make myself do it.”

I asked, “Have you ever heard of Sugar Daddies and Sugar Babies?”

Jewel said, “Is that girls who have sex with old men for money?”

I laughed and said, “Yes, it’s usually younger girls and older guys. The girls sometimes do it to pay for college, or they make up a story about being a college student to convince the man he is doing a good thing when he gives her money.

“There are some good things about it compared to being a regular prostitute. The girls are less likely to get a disease or get beaten up. Most Sugar Daddies don’t want the girl to get pregnant, so he will pay for her doctor visits and birth control. Of course there are always exceptions. Some older men have kinky fantasies about getting a young girl pregnant. He might even be sneaky and sabotage her birth control.

“If a nice, older man wanted you to pretend he was your father when you had sex, could you do it?”

Jewel said, “My biological father is an asshole. The only way I’d fuck him is to peg him with a really big, long, thick, veiny, knobby dildo with zero lube. If the old man was really sweet, I could pretend he was the kind of daddy I wish I had. I’d love him so much, I might even like sex with him and not have to act.”

I said, “To go on with our review of career options in the ‘Customer Service’ sector, we come to the most difficult job, the Trophy Wife.

“This requires the greatest physical beauty and the most investment of time and effort. It requires lots of acting skill and good emotional self-control, but it is potentially the most secure position.

“The girl needs a plausible story to get introduced to a rich man. Sometimes she must win beauty contests to document her beauty. The pageants can offer a way for the girl to meet rich men. If she is a contest winner, she might appeal to a man who likes to own and collect beautiful things.

“She has to convince him that she thinks he is interesting and attractive. She uses her research to seem to read the man’s mind and make his best dream come true. As they spend more time together, she convinces him she has real feelings for him, and before he knows it, he is falling in love. For the first time in his life, he is getting all the sex he wants, and she offers, he never has to beg for it. Soon he is convinced she is the love of his life, and he wants to lock up the endless pussy supply and ensure it is his forever, so he purposes, they have a huge wedding, and then she realizes she has just aced the interview and got the job. It’s a job that can last a lifetime.

“At that point, it can go one of two ways. She can realize this is the gig of a lifetime and she doubles down and makes her husband believe he’s hit the romantic jackpot and married his dream girl. She never stops giving him all the sex he wants, she gives him children, and they live happily ever after.

“The other path leads down from the minute she has her first negative thought. She starts resenting her job and so she stops working at what got her the job. The sex isn’t the same free, easy, natural thing it has been it has been for the husband and becomes awkward. She seems angry all the time. The tension makes the sex less frequent, and before long, both of them are frustrated, perpetually grumpy and always horny. She fucks the gardener, and he fucks the maid. It’s a death spiral from there, and soon the pre-nup kicks in and the lawyers get richer.

“Of course there are endless variations on the path to misery, and I could bore you with descriptions of how she lets her figure go and he falls for a predatory nanny, but they are all different phrases in the same symphony of discord and pain. They all have the same cause, she has regrets after getting the job she thought she wanted.

“In our society people can’t be honest and direct when emotions and sex are involved. He can’t say, ‘I’ll give you security if you give me sex,’ and she can’t say, ‘I’ll give you sex if you give me security.’ On top of the initial dishonesty, it’s impossible to have sex without developing feelings for your partner if they do their best to help their partner cum. With all the insecurities most humans harbor, the emotions can get confused, so suspicions and resentments develop. It all leads to the same place, where everything falls apart, and everyone is miserable.

“I think you are a candidate for the role of the girl in one of these scenarios, but I think it’s most likely right now that it will be in one of the death spiral plots. If I explain things to you honestly, do you think you have the mental strength to see the truth and change your path?”

Jewel said, “I’ve been very confused. I always thought I was smart, and I think I convinced my mom, you, and some others that I was bright enough for college and a career. When it came down to real world work, I discovered I wasn’t as intelligent as I thought. It was painful because all my siblings are brilliant and have multiple degrees. I’m just the little sister. I’m cute and I know how to be polite and pleasant. That’s all I have going for me.

“It’s difficult for a girl to admit she is cute, not beautiful. It’s even harder to admit my value is a sexy body with three holes men want to use for their pleasure. I rebelled and made my body get out of proportion.”

I said, “Are you ready to hear my career advice for the best way for you to have a comfortable, non-boring life?”

Jewel nodded.

I said, “If you know all the details about a job from the beginning, do you think you could do it and keep a positive attitude?”

Jewel said, “I don’t know. I suppose I’m halfway to admitting I could make a comfortable living by being cute, polite, soft, and cuddly, but it would only work with the right man.”

I said, “I think your best career option is to work for me. I will teach you to be my personal assistant. The position involves getting your head together so you can offer pleasant conversation and a positive attitude. You would have limited administrative duties like keeping my appointment book, You will need to get your figure back to what I thought was a nearly perfect shape, for my viewing pleasure. Part of your job is to dress in interesting outfits. If you remember, I mentioned several times that I liked your sense of style. I’ll be more honest with you now. I was actually thinking that you knew how to dress in a way that made you look very sexy without showing acres of skin or looking trashy.

“If you embrace those aspects of your job to my satisfaction, I would be willing to support a hobby in fashion design.

“Alternatively, you could become my lover and have very few worries about your future with very simple and clearly defined job requirements. Before that could work, you’d need to change your attitude about me and stop seeing me as just another dumb boy to take advantage of or a John to scam. Thinking like a whore leads to a distorted view and erroneous assumptions. If you can scam me, I am another male weakling to you, and a woman can never really love a man too weak to respect.

“You haven’t seen the dark side of me, but I assure you there would be seriously uncomfortable consequences for you if you try to play me. In my past I acquired skills that let me administer negative reinforcement in ways that can be terribly painful without leaving a mark on your body but puts indelible scars on your soul. If you have a shred of intellect, you won’t test me, so we won’t need to go there. Consider yourself warned.”

“I would expect you to be polite and cheerful. I think you could make me smile even when my body feels the aches and pains of aging.

“I’m quite good at teaching a woman how to relax and enjoy sexual pleasure, not over think and not listen to the negative words that pop up to destroy her pleasure, wreck her orgasms, and condemn her when she realizes she like sex with me and wants it as often as possible. If you keep an open mind and let me teach you how to receive pleasure, I think you could learn to enjoy the second level of your job enough that it might not seem like work

“When a girl does her job well and makes a man feel well taken care of, he is more likely to want to take her on interesting trips and share wonderful experiences.”

Jewel said, “So to summarize, if I’m a good little girl, keep you company and make my holes available to use any time you want, you’ll teach me to orgasm with a man and treat me kindly like a responsible pet owner. If I give you trouble, you’ll lock me in a dungeon and torture me until you break my mind and turn me into a submissive sex doll. Is that about right?”

I said, “If you concentrate on the negative, you’ll always fail. If you look at the positive possibilities and do your job to the best of your ability, you can expect a comfortable, secure life with no worries. That would be the best situation for you, since you are not really up to dealing with all the worries associated with being a self-supporting adult.

“I prefer vaginal sex, so while oral is foreplay in my mind, so you wouldn’t have to suck me until your jaw locked up. I don’t really like anal sex very much. You wouldn’t have to worry about my making you have butt sex unless you were a very bad girl and I needed to teach you how completely I own you.”

Jewel said, “So my job would be to play the part of a trophy wife by spending a good part of my day in your home gym making my body conform to your idea of what is beautiful, which, by the way, a lot of people would see as a way to screw a girl of legal age while imagining you are fucking little girls. I’ll feel like I am hungry all the time, so I maintain the weight that gives me the figure you find visually pleasing. I’m supposed to use my creativity to dress in ways that display my body and look sexy to you, without showing a lot of skin. That will require even more gym time so that all my curves flow smoothly under the fabrics, so that I’m more naked in my clothes than if I was nude. I’m supposed to be positive and cheerful and chat with you, so you don’t feel lonely. To earn my bonus, I must have sex with you in any position you want, as often as you want, and I’m supposed to act like I’m enjoying myself, not lie there like a corpse. Your pro tip to me is that if I convince myself I like it when you fuck me, I really will like it and be able to respond eagerly every time you take me. When my self-brainwashing is complete, I’ll ask you to molest me and anticipate your pervy desires and talk dirty to you, so you don’t need the little blue pill.

“Did I get all that correct, Uncle George?”

I replied, “Yes. If you do the cute and cuddly stuff right, you’ll get cuddled, so you get the affection you never received from your father. You won’t realize it until you feel it, but it’s something you need. It’s responsible for the way you bend over in front of me or pretend the way you give me an unobstructed view down your shirt and up your skirt is an accident. If you are genuine with me, you will get real affection from me. If you can think like a person and not like a stripper, cam girl, or whore, who only see men as marks to be played, we could have a pleasant and mutually beneficial life.”