Posted by Matiz on September 11, 2000 at 10:46:11:
In Reply to: 5 lives gone, 4 lives to go posted by El_Gato on September 11, 2000 at 02:43:26:
| Thanks for posting this. It's a cautionary tale that ought to resonate with everybody, especially veterans. It's so easy to get sloppy and careless in TJ. Staying focused and alert 24/7 for scams, rateros, and other assorted dangers when you're supposed to be relaxing and having fun is hard to do. But it's just when you let your guard down that the experienced conman approaches you. I believe we all have a "little voice" inside us that warns us when something isn't quite kosher. Unfortunately, alcohol, tiredness, and sexual arousal make it hard to hear that voice. Thanks for reminding us how important it is to listen up when it warns you. As a long-time visitor to TJ who has probably become a little too complacent about TJ's dangers, "I needed that." : Many people already know about this story, or at least a summary version. Notice I am not posting this under my regular handle, I ask those of you who know me not to "attach" this story to my regular handle. In TJ, I am for the most part a private person and wish to keep it that way. I realize I am probably being overly optimistic. I have been hesitant to post this, but I feel that this story is much too important to tell. : I chose the name El Gato after thinking about something a fellow Sire asked me after hearing this story. He asked how many lives I had left. Assuming I started at nine, I would estimate I'm down to 4. Here's the story of #5. : Prologue : The Perla I knew (or thought I knew) was a very sweet girl that used to work at the Hong Kong Bar. She would always smile and talk to me. I always found her attractive, but thought she was so innocent looking that I waited months before I asked her to the room. Our time in the room was by no means disappointing. She didn't give a BJ but otherwise we kissed a lot and the sex was enthusiastic and passionate. A few sessions at future dates were similar and the time in between was always friendly, she never pressured me for drinks or a trip upstairs. Sometime later she got pregnant and had a significant bulge in the stomach. I didn't see her for a while after that. I ran into her one more time after she had the baby and we took a trip upstars, I wasn't disappointed. After that it would be at least 7-8 months before I saw her again, right at the beginning of Labor Day weekend. : Friday, September 1 - 3:30am : I'm walking north from Bar Tropical to Chicago Club when I see a familiar face from my past on the street at a phone booth. Perla finishes her conversation and comes to talk to me. She asks me to join her in the Pelican bar. We walk in, order a couple drinks, and sit at the bar. During our conversation, I mention that I am staying overnight in TJ. Her eyes light up and a smile broadens across her face. : Perla introduces me to a blond friend of hers who I gather is her roommate. I don't recall the blond's name, but she has some masculine facial features, not a very attractive chica. (She looks a LOT like an unattractive chica that works in AB near Hottie Central named Marvella) I ignore her friend for the most part, mainly just catching up with Perla. She's wearing a cute necklace which I look more closely at. In particular I look at a small diamond stud attached to the necklace, she tells me that it's a real diamond. We talk a little longer before deciding she's going to stay with me. She suggests a hotel named Parador or another place, but I tell her my car is at Leyvas. She's a little uncomfortable with staying there. I'm getting tired and my Spanish comprehension is fading, but the reason has something to do with fights she got into with others girls and/or hotel staff. I think I also hear her mention something about a husband, but I'm too tired to inquire further. She excuses herself for about 15 minutes while she and her friend get their things. : We leave the Pelicano and head for Leyvas. Perla tells me she needs to go to her hotel to get changed, but she'll come with me to get the room. The blond friend hangs back at either the street or parking lot, I don't notice which. At the desk Perla gets into a small argument with the desk clerk who charges me $27 ($2 for key deposit included) I really don't care much, I'm tired and I just want the room. In the room we hug and kiss a bit. Perla asks for the key so she can come in when she gets back. I decline so she says she'll knock three times when she returns. I tell her to hurry back, she says she'll only be 25 min. She asks for $10 for the taxi which I give her. After she leaves, I go to my car to get my bag. In my bag I have clothes and a video camera (to watch a movie if I got bored). Since I had plans for Executive Massage the next day, I also had quite a bit of money on me. I hid $160 of it inside the room. I watch a small amount of video, then laid down on the bed where I drift in and out of sleep. : At least an hour has passed when I realize that things aren't looking good. I've been struggling to not fall into a deep sleep. I get up and decide to take a walk. It's now after 5am. Chicago is closed. Adelitas is open as the Princess Bar. I walk through, tempted to pick another girl, but decide against it knowing it'll be a real uncomfortable situation if Perla gets back. I head back to the hotel room and sit for about 10 min. I end up repeating this process two more times. : On the third time back I spot Perla standing in the street leaning against a cab talking to someone in the passenger seat. I walk up to find her talking to her ugly blond friend. She says goodbye to her friend, then we walk into the store so I can buy a drink. While I'm looking at the selection, Perla says she's hungry, so we leave the store for the restaurant next door. In the restaurant she spots a friend of hers, an ugly older lady. She invites her friend to eat with us. I order 1 taco, Perla 3, and her friend 4. I don't pay much attention to their conversation, I'm exhausted. I pay for our meals and we get up to leave. The ugly lady follows up. Perla asks if it's OK if her friend comes to the room with us so they can talk. Not exactly what I had in mind, but I said OK. I watch with slight amusement as the ugly hag starts to walk ahead of us, with Perla calling her back several times to tell her she's going the wrong way. : We walk into the room, the ugly old lady taking a seat on the small dresser next to the bed. I grab my bag, which is behind the main dresser, and place it right next to the bed, where I then lay down. Perla asks if I'm nervous. I'm not so I say no, she says I look nervous. She then sits on the bed beside me and the two start conversing. I'm laying there, too tired to understand what they're saying, but not about to fall asleep with my stuff in there. It seems like forever, but is probably only 45 min or so before the friend leaves. : Perla lays on the bed but leaves her clothes on, which I find slighty odd. After holding her for a while, I start working her nipples. This really gets her excited. We end up having some passionate sex, but short sex due to my fatigue. I go to the bathroom and clean up afterwards, then jump naked into the bed. Perla then goes to the bathroom to clean up, but then gets dressed. She lays back down on the bed fully dressed. I find it odd, but I'm too tired to really ask about it. She asks me what time it is several times. I tell her I don't know each time. : My question is answered when there is a knock on the door. Perla gets up and answers the door. It's her ugly friend again. The bitch comes in and plops down in the same spot on the dresser. I can't believe she's back again. I'm too tired to make a fuss about it. They are interacting differently this time. The ugly bitch is sitting with her head slightly down, not talking much. I'm struggling to stay awake, wondering why this ugly bitch is in the room with me. Perla is on the other side of the room, not sitting on the bed. I don't know why she's standing there, she could be pacing, I'm too tired to really notice. : I'm a bit confused when the next knock comes. I think part of me already knows what is about to happen, but I'm too tired and confused to make a proper response. Perla is already on her feet. She asks "who is it?" Deep down something tells me that the question is insincere. I don't hear a response. She asks again. Still no response. She walks over to the door to open it. Deep down part of me wants to jump up and stop her, but my body is non-cooperative at this point. : I'm remarkably calm when the guy walks in, even so when he pulls out the big black gun and cocks it. I'm waking up rather quickly, though. I sit up and watch dumbfounded as he walks around the room, checking for items and anything that might pose a risk or danger to him. He then pulls my bag towards him and tells me to stop looking at him. I realize I've been staring at him this whole time and quickly look away. He calls Perla over, who looks incredibly anxious, and orders her to put everything in the bag. The ugly bitch is sitting in the same spot with her head down, like nothing is happening. He orders Perla to take off her jewelry and place it in the bag. He then tells the bitch to help Perla, she's very slow to respond. He has to tell her 2 or 3 times before she finally moves. : At this point I experience the most terrifying moment of the night/morning. He tells Perla and the bitch to go outside. Perla is looking at me, and her look of anxiety turns to a look of horror and sorrow. Two words race through my mind... "No Witnesses" .I start babbling about not wanting any trouble in my increasingly limited Spanish. : With the women outside, he start engaging me in small talk. Asks my name, where I'm from. He approaches me and offers me a cigarette. I decline. He tells me not to talk to the police. I tell him I won't. He says don't move, he has a friend outside the door. I say I won't. He says he'll bring back clothes for me to wear shortly. I ask him to bring back my keys as well. He says OK and leaves, reminding me not to talk to the police and not to move. He never comes back. After 15 min I start waving at people out the window. I'm too scared to approach the door or yell out. All the Mexicans that see me pretty much ignore me, perhaps thinking, "Look at the crazy naked guy waving out the window". It isn't until an older Asian guy walks out of the leyvas parking lot and sees me that I get any assistance. : Afterword : Three years of flawless trips to the Zona had made me careless. Looking over this story, it bewilders me that I would make so many mistakes. I guess that happens when you get too comfortable, and the Zona is NOT a place to be TOO comfortable. Proceeding while tired and buzzed also contributed to my many mistakes. In case you missed any, here are some key observations. Let me know if you think of any others. : 1. Working at the Pelican Bar - Why is she working at the Pelican Bar? She's easily upper AB/mid CC tier, and she's working in a dive? : A picture of Perla will be put into circulation, but not publicly. If you know other Sires in the Zona, it is likely they know me or know someone that knows me. You will likely be able to get a copy from them. I hope to have some assistance in finding Perla again. I'd like the opportunity to walk up to her someday, check the base of her neck, and tell her I like the necklace she's wearing, the one she was wearing the night I was robbed. : Final reminder: Please do not discuss this story publicly using my real name/handle.
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