I have been working in aviation longer than I even care to remember. I work on the technical and regulatory side of aviation. I am not a pilot or aircrew member, nor do I have any desire to be. As a result of my chosen field, I have had the opportunity to travel extensively in several parts of the world. I am currently working for a helicopter company that is looking for new markets to expand into. They are looking at the possibility of expanding internationally. The countries they chose to look at were the Phillipines and Russia. Russia I could understand, but I really didn't understand the idea behind expansion into the Phillipines.

It was decided that I would be the one to make the trip and represent the company. The plan was that I would go to the Phillipines in the spring, and spend sixty days there. Following that, I would proceed to the former Soviet Union for sixty days, then home again. Since it was mid October, I had quite a bit of time to prepare for the trip.

Most of my trips thus far had been uneventful, and in some cases downright boring. There was, of course, the trip to London and the trip to Puerto Rico, both of which had their moments, but those are other stories. I was determined that this trip would be different. I began planning for it the very night the trip was confirmed.

I started on the Internet. I knew about the world famous mail order brides available from the Phillipines, so I started there. I had no intention of marrying a Filipina, but I might be interested in the courtship, if you know what I mean. I found a web site that had Filipina mail order brides and started looking it over. It was a well designed site, and had a built in search engine so that you could search the database by age, height, and weight. Since I have a definite preference for young, petite women, I filled out the search form for that. I got over 50 hits, each with a picture and a mini biography attached. I felt like I was in a smorgasbord. I trimmed the list down to only thirty five by eliminating those that weren't up to my standard of looks or that had something in their bio that I didn't like.

The next day, I went back through my selections. I had a good selection of fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen year olds, one fourteen, and even one thirteen. I wrote up a generic message to each of them, emphasizing that I was an American businessman, and would be in the Phillipines for a couple of months in the spring. I had to pay the web site two bucks for each message I sent, but I figured it was a small price to pay to have a supply of young pussy the entire time I was in the Phillipines.

It was a month before I received the first response. Over the next couple of weeks, I had thirty responses. Based on the responses, I eliminated five from each age group. I kept up correspondence with the rest. I got contact information on all of them. Of the batch, several interested me a lot. I wasn't sure how this was going to work, but I felt pretty confident that with that many to choose from, I was pretty much guaranteed a lot of young pussy in the Phillipines. When the travel arrangements were finalized, I began to plan in earnest. The company had arranged a hotel room for me, but I thought it might be wise to not use it for this. All my contact with the girls thus far had been under a bogus name, and I didn't want to blow that. I made separate arrangements for a room at another hotel using the bogus name. As the trip neared, I sent messages to all the girls and told them to expect a call from me soon after I arrived. I told them I would have to work around my work schedule, so it might be a while after my arrival before they heard from me, but to be patient.

When the day of departure came, I was more than ready to go. From past experiences with international travel, I knew I would be useless for a couple of days when I got there. I used my first day there to rest and get acclimated and oriented. The second day, I went to the other hotel and checked in. The second hotel was a couple of miles from my 'official' hotel. Just far enough to be away, but close enough to get to easily, even on foot. I made my first phone call that morning.

I had selected a cute fifteen year old for my first contact. From her picture and description, she was near ideal in looks and build, at least what I considered to be ideal. I spoke to her on the phone for almost an hour, mainly because we had some trouble communicating. It was possible to talk to her, but not easy. She was eager to meet me, and I was eager to meat her. I set up a meeting for that afternoon at the bogus hotel. She was to meet me at my room at two o'clock.

I made a couple of other phone calls that morning, setting up meetings with one of the thirteen year olds for lunch the next day, and with a fourteen year old the following evening. I went to lunch after that, and got back to the room at about one-fifteen. I heard a knock on the door at one-thirty. She was early, which meant eager. I opened the door to let her in.

She was dressed immaculately. She had on a white loose fitting blouse and a tight black mini-skirt. She had obviously spent quite a bit of time on her hair and makeup, and she looked older than the fifteen I knew she was. Still, the little girl quality was evident. She was much better looking than her picture, and her build was exactly what I had imagined it to be. She was much shorter than I had figured, at right around five feet. I estimated her weight at about ninety pounds............(cont)