Wednesday was a long day. Up at the first bird fart and a grueling day at the office. Tomorrow would be spent in Mexico and I couldn’t wait. I had some productive business to do and some miles to log before it would be time to hit the zona but that’s OK. I’ve done it before and with DanTheMan as my wingman we would make the most of it. I considered staying over Thursday night but later realized it wouldn’t be possible due to commitments on Friday.

Too long to wait. Not enough time. There must be something I could do. Yes. I’ll go tonight, Wednesday and spend the night so I could get an early start Thursday morning. All I had to do was get home, pack some stuff and head out later. The Zona would be there waiting as always. I figgered that If I got there by 10:30 or so I’d be fine. Things should be jumping by then.

Packed for the overnighter I threw the bags in the car, kissed the wifey goodbye and steered towards the 15 South. At least traffic would be lighter than early morning so the drive would be quick and easy. Except for the assholes who drive their vehicles just like they saw in the TV commercials. Something about that just irks me. I guess people don’t think of their vehicle as a 4 wheeled MACHINE. It’s a “car” or a “truck.” They should visit the morgue and see what happens to a human body when their vehicle hits the wall at 100 MPH.

I behave and drive like an old man. I want to “arrive alive” so I motor along at 75 with the cruise on and thinking about who and what I’m gonna do in the Zona tonight. Maybe Diana (on the bench) will find me, perhaps Karina will snatch me up. I might not get a chance to troll the alley or check out AB but my plan is to put the regulars on hold until I get at least one beer and several squeezes in.

By the time I got to the border I was filled with excitement as usual. Drive to the parking lot, harass the attendants, turn down the car wash, smoke the joint; yeah man. AlleyKat 48 was going to happen.

I like to drive down Constitution slowly and see who is out. My brakes are squealing like someone I fucked once. I would attract more attention than I wanted. EVERYONE it seems looked at me and that was something I didn’t want. So I picked it up a bit, got through the intersection and into the lot like a good boy.

I’m not good at remembering all the names. Too many dead brain cells. Too much info to remember anyway except for the girls but the usual cast of characters came up looking for their regular hand out. A buck here, a buck there and then there was the young guy who once had the very bad cuts on his leg that were infected several weeks ago.

Do Unto Others

I saw him during an earlier AlleyKat and could not believe that no-one would at least give the guy a buck or two to help get cleaned up. When I saw his leg, I knew if he didn’t get some help NOW, he would be in very bad shape in a few days.

DanTheMan was with me that day. He and I went to the Farmacia across from Tropa and got him some bandages, ointments and antibiotics. Showed him what to do and gave him the AB’s. Now I’m out of pocket $30.00 but the guy is not an animal, he is a man just like me.

Tonight he sees me again and gives me a tearful bear hug. His leg is cleared up and he managed to get enough money to get another several days’ supply of antibiotics so now he was back to normal and well.

Where Is Sancho?

Tonight I was supposed to hook up with Sancho. He would be staying at the Leyva and would leave a message for me. I checked in (second floor room, $21. cleaner than I thought with a big bathroom etc.) but no message from Sancho. I leave one for him and head outside.

Hola Gabriella The ROB

Up to the taco stand on the corner by CC for some grub who do I spot but Gabriella the ROB. She ain’t looking too good tonight. Seems her “boyfriend” dumped her and she is more or less on her own to panhandle her way to riches. She saw me when I spotted her and I motioned to her to come over. I asked her how her stint in the jail went and it was not pretty. The cops told her she’s not allowed in the alley but she’s cool in the Zona as long as there are no MORE reports of her ripping people off.

I told her I had to run her in. There was no way I was letting her get away with ripping me off. She started crying and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She told me she was truly sorry and that she’s not really a bad girl. She’s hiding out from warrants Stateside and if she goes home she goes to jail. I checked her arms, legs and between her fingers and toes for needle marks – clear. She says she needs to eat, not do dope. For some reason, I didn’t believe her. I asked her how many people she ripped off since me and she replied “a few, but I don’t do that anymore.”

I asked her if anyone stateside has heard from her, like her mom and she said not for a while so I gave her my cel phone and said CALL HER. She did and talked for about 20 minutes. I’ll check the number for name and address info when I get around to it.

We continued talking and it was time for me to get my bags into the hotel so I told Gabriella to walk with me to my car and help me with my bags. I’ll buy her a coffee later if she wants. She walked with me and continued to talk about getting out of the Zona, it’s a “really fucked up place man, especially for a white chick.” I guess she does not peacefully co-exist with the regulars, especially now that she has a “reputation.”

I had no intention of putting any deals to her in the room. I was not interested in fucking her. She looked like shit and for reasons I cannot explain here I knew she would not try to rip me off again. We have an “understanding.”

Time for her to go. I walked her out of the hotel and she asked me for a few bucks to get some Mexican pastry across the street. I told her no but I’ll go and buy it with her. She was very grateful, started crying and said “I should never have taken your money, you are being so good to me and I appreciate it.” She opened the pastry and gobbled it up washing it down with a Coke.

We parted company and she walked up Constitution and disappeared into the night. I would not see her again for the rest of the night nor would I see her during AlleyKat 49 the next night.

Troll On Young Man

A free man again, I set out to see who is out in the Alley. No Diana, no Karina. Blanca was out but not looking good. She is not speaking to me since I have not taken her for a while so, OK. Jacqueline was not out either – none of the regulars. So I started trolling for fresh meat. Popping into Miami, Hong Kong, same old shit.

When I left Hong Kong I saw a very tall and beautiful black girl dressed in a red jacket with some white guy who also looked familiar. Turns out he’s a guy I loaned $5. to one day on a hard luck story. I told him I didn’t believe his story but he did such a good job presenting the story it was worth the donation. If he was legit, the next time I see him he can pay me back. He was with the black girl.

I approached him and he introduces me to his WIFE Deangela. She’s kinda exotic and not Afro Anything, she’s from Brazil. Used to work at CC until a year or so ago when she quit to be with this white guy. He was a diver in San Diego making big bucks but got greedy and was busted running dope from Mexico to the USA. She’s a degreed accountant, speaks several languages (English, Spanish, French and Portuguese fluently) and has an excellent attitude. So, I strike up a conversation and get along with her real well.

We part company and I head to AB for the beer. Lot’s of eye candy, loud music and mongerers trying to look cool (me being one of them).

By now it’s around 12:30 so it was time to get a pop off. First bird fart comes at 6:30am. I had to be ready for a long day. Where is Lisa? Michelle? Trolled outside but no dice. So I’m standing back at the same corner on Constitution when Deangela and her husband meet up with me again. Turns out they are both on the hustle.

This guy cops to me that he lied about why he needed the money, that he and she are out pan handling and do I have a couple of bucks. I told him no while squeezing Deangelea. Man, she is looking fine and has an excellent attitude. Those pillow lips were too much for me so I told her “husband” I’ll give him $2.00 if I can plant one right on those beautiful lips of hers. He immediately said OK and held his hand out. I said “I have a new rule, I NEVER pay up front.” He laughs, she leans in and plants one right on the lips. Sweet. We say goodnight and they walk away.

10 feet away he stops and comes back to me saying “Hey man, I know you like my wife, if you want to go with her I will give you permission – I NEVER let her go with anyone but I’ll make an exception in your case.” Feeling somewhat special now I tell him to “let me talk to the girl.” He walks back to her, says a few things, she looks at me, smiles big time and comes over to me. I put my arm around her and say “I would just love to get you in the sack, what do you need for an hour?”

She said “well, first you should know that I do BBBJ but no CIM and I always use a condom for sex.” I nodded my approval and squeezed her a bit harder,then she said “you also need to know that I have some major stretch marks and you might not like it so if you don’t then we don’t have to do the session.” I was a little confused now. Major stretch marks? Was she “dripping?” So I asked her and she said NO, but she has two kids and she was big when she was pregnant. I said “Well, we’ll see in the room, now what do you need to go for an hour?” She replied $60. I said OK, she said goodbye to her husband. She asked me if I had any condoms and I replied no so she said go to the room and I’ll get some condoms and meet you there in 15 minutes.

She was right on time. Very much gfe from the moment she walked in the room. Took me by surprise really. Then we started to chat.

This girl gave me an education in the ways of the club girl that was so thorough I could never write it up. Amazing stuff. We got along so well we talked for almost 2 hours. Everything I ever wanted to know about zona girls but would never think to ask. Why the poor service, why the attitudes, why this and why that. Turns out she was quite the girl at Chicago Club for several years. She was a mother to most of the girls, training the newbies and always in the loop. Absolutely fucking amazing shit.

All the while she’s petting me and I’m petting her, smooching and squeezing. I’m talking about a full GFE here guys.

Then it was time to get naked. We wash up and crawl under the covers and start with some DFK and skin contact. She starts a BBBJ to rock hard then mounts ontop. Her stretch marks were extreme. Not so bad when she’s on her back but when she rolled ontop everything changed. She noticed me looking at her and stopped to ask if she was OK, and if I wanted to continue with the session. I took her face and gave her a big kiss saying “of course.” She smiled and guided my throbbing dick into her tight pussy.

Deangela is exactly 6’-0” tall in bare feet, straight back and looking straight ahead. (I measured.) Something about being able to suck on the girls chin while glam slamming her that gives a bit of unusual charm to a session. It wasn’t that bad really. I was learning to like it when she started to go deep with me. She had a G spot the size of a dinner plate. Didn’t matter where I jabbed her, she reacted and came several times, nice and wet. She has small hips and a good figure for a big girl. Forget the stretch marks. If she lost 10 lbs it would be the most she should lose.

Several positions and about 45 minutes later I was fading. Time to get on with the show.

I turned her over for mish again and decided that the muny shot was in order. Being the slow-pop that I am I had to concentrate because it was 4AM not and I was tired. The contractions came and so did I filling the condom with luv-muck. She bounced up and jumped into the shower like a good girl. I lit a smoke and opened the window overlooking Constitution letting in the sounds of the Zona.

As I listened closely, I could hear a male voice on the street calling out to someone. I got nearer to the window and it turns out that her “husband” was on the sidewalk calling “Deangelea…….Deangela!” This guy ain’t her husband at all. She never got married like so many were led to believe.

Deangela jumped out of the shower, dried off, got dressed and crawled in bed next to me again. She hugged me, kissed me and said she had a great time. When am I coming back?

I slipped her $60. into her pocket, kissed her again and said “Tomorrow.” “I’ll be by around 7PM.” She said “I’ll be waiting on the corner.” I told her that if I see her when I drive by, I’ll stop, pick her up and we’ll go over to Puebla Amigo for a nicer room. She lit up and promised she would be there.

She danced towards the door and as she was leaving said “I really had a good time here tonight.” I said “You are a delightful creature, see you tomorrow.” The last thing I remember was the clicking of the door latch. 3 Seconds later I would be asleep and AlleyKat 48 would be in the books. Something to write about. So here you are.

AlleyKat 49 would be Thursday night. I hoped I could stay awake.

Country John

Very interesting read Countryjohn, but few surprises for me because I've known D'Angela very well through all her trials and tribulations as long as I've been visiting TJ (8-9 years). Always been just an amigo and never a customer.

I love her like a sister, but she makes me nuts cramping my action in the zona when she's around because she sticks like glue. It is probably too late for you now, but try not to let her latch on too tight. She really is a dear girl (woman, that is), but she can be a pest and at times a negative association. She's in the loop yes and she's been a source of invaluable inside information for me over the years, but she's got plenty of enemies.

Of course, she's also 88% bullshit and hustle, gets into trouble regularly, spits out kids in volume a generation apart, is always looking for a novio/husband (yes, I've been dodging that bullet for too long). But she is capable of considerable sincerity with her friends.

I will say she had me convinced that she is presently married and since the so-called marriage happened she hasn't been working in CC or any other venue from what I can see. I saw her a few months ago and she told me she was about to ditch the marriage. Last thing I wanted to hear. I gave her a Knute Rockne pep talk - told her she had nothing to lose to work on it. I saw her briefly a few weeks ago and she told me she acted on my advice and the marriage was on the mend if not completely repaired - which of course it never will be.

Did she tell you she wasn't actually married? Nothing in your report to indicate why you concluded that the guy wasn't her husband.

Erip, she stated in NO uncertain terms that she was not married to this guy. (I think Dale). He wouldn't shut up about it on the street that's why I didn't move on her earlier. I was a bit smitten though because to me she stood out as a beautiful creature. I wanted to move on her but when "Dale" kept saying this is my wife this is my wife this is my wife, well, I thought she was his wife.

When I had her alone in the room, I said "What's the deal with this guy, your husband pimping you out like this and giving me "special permission" to have a session with you?"

She looked at me square on and said "I'm not married to the guy, people think I am but I'm not married to the guy, not at all."

I can't think of a reason why she'd lie except that she might be a liar anyway. But yeah, she's smooth man. And she's a great toss - very passionate and all that in a respectful way.

I'll remember your advice and keep my distance unless I want to take her again for a session. She'll go for an hour for $60 but I think I could have gotten her for less than that.

This guy she's hanging with is a loser. A real loser. What she hanging with a guy like that for? Seems to me she could do her own thing. Her one drawback is her stretch marks. They are a bit excessive and I'm sure would be a turn off for some.

Country John