Posted by Whistler on April 15, 2001 at 21:50:48:
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The urge to purge is overwhelming as I think about an extraordinary 2 days in the zona. But, it is hard to imagine any 2 days in the zona not being extraordinary. Maybe that is why it is habit forming. Most of my recent experiences in TJ have been with and about my amiga, who is at home at the moment. And it is her being at home that created the opportunity for this adventure. Cheating on My Amiga It was 7 AM on a recent rainy morning when she and I got into our separate cabs. She was going to the airport and I was going to the border. The last things she said to me between kisses were "Quidarte mucho … Te quiero mucho … no otra mujeres." "No otra mujeres" I can still hear ringing in my ears. Can she read my mind? No! Does she have astonishing intuition? Yes! And she also understands the power of pussy, much better than any of us men. She has told me, pussy can make men do things that they don't plan to do. Pussy can make men do things that they know are wrong and that they know that they will regret later. So, it is safe to say that, at least theoretically, a man could be sitting in a bar, having a few beers, not even thinking about pussy, and the right (or wrong) chica could get him in her sites, and he is a goner before he knows it. I know this because my amiga explained it to me. When she went home for 3 weeks last summer, I had no trouble staying out of AB, out of the zona, and out of TJ. But, now, it is different, not because I care less, but because I am beginning to enter the survival mode. She will soon be gone for good, she says. I don't know if it will be in a few weeks or a few months, but I can already feel myself starting to pull away, not pulling away big time, but enough that when she told me about her Spring vacation, I soon began to think about what I would do while she was gone. The first week of her vacation, I decided to go to TJ on the 1-˝ days usually spent with her, and see what happens. I decided to turn up the potential for high adventure by staying at Cascadas. My plan was to make the rounds between Miami, LC, and Tropical and never go near AB. The next day, I'd sleep in and stop in at Executivo on my way back. Yea, I know it. I'm cheating on my GF. It's wrong. I'm shameless after all the romantic times I've shared with her. "Dang me, dang me, they ought to take a rope and hang me" as the song goes. Casadas Arriving at Casadas mid afternoon, I got a room on piso 4, in the back, where I hoped it would be somewhat quieter. Some places in Casadas, you might as well be trying to sleep in the street, the noise level is the same. The place has gone downhill since my last stay, at least in terms of cleanliness. The room stank, the walls had major stains, the toilet was dirty, the sheets were stained, gray, torn, thread bare, but seemed washed. But, with no mattress pad, I did not want to think of the flimsy barrier between me and who knows what. Then I noticed the spread. Definitely should be changed. I took it off and asked the hall guy to bring a clean blanket. I had notice that the door across the hall was open but did not see who was in the room. The hall guy returns with the blanket. I smell it. Smells OK. We shake it open for inspection. Looks OK. As he is remaking the bed, a chica appears in the door. She asks for a blanket and indicates the room across the hall. He leaves to get her a blanket and she turns to go back to her room. In the 30 seconds that she was standing in the doorway, I was able to make a quick physical evaluation. No make up and pretty, nice hair in a ponytail, slim, good figure shows through the jeans and sweatshirt. I later learn that she is 26 years old, 1.65 meters and 48 kilos. That would put her at 5'3" and 106 lbs, and a classic morena Mexicana beauty. Dashing to my door, she is just entering her door. "Hola, soy ___" I quickly stammer. She turns and smiles. "Hola, soy Margarita" and then she caught herself. "Por favor, llamame Andrea". She had accidentally given me her real name. We stood in our mutual doorways and talked. She is from Guadalajara, dances in an exclusive club, "no sex, only dancing". Her club was closed this week. A friend of hers had worked at Miami and told her it would be good for a week. She had just arrived that morning and talked to the manager. He insisted she go to the medico before she could work. She had just returned from the medico. It was 3:15. She was told to report at 5 PM. She asked me about a place to eat. I told her that I was about to go myself to a place on this block, good food, and always clean, and asked if she wanted to go. She accepted and we went to the cafe next to AB. I know it was stupid to go there. Did I want to get caught? I don't know. It is just one of the best little restaurants in the area and I wanted her to know about it. I can stay out of AB, but I can't be ducking and hiding in the rest of the zona. Of course, while we were eating, two chicas came over to say "Hola" and to get a closed look at the chica with me, that no one knew. I did not introduce her. But, for sure, favorita will know. But, she does not know yet. I would have picked it up on the phone. Andrea had many questions about Miami/HK, most of which I could not answer. Still, we had a good conversation. I liked her. I understood most of what she said. She understood most of my Spanish. The conversation flowed easily and there was good eye contact. Leaving, she wanted to pay for her meal. I insisted on paying the $145 pesos tab. We walked back to Casadas. We agreed to meet later at Miami. She went upstairs; I went to the farmacia. Miami Arriving at Miami, I was surprised at how crowded it was on a weekday afternoon. All tables around the dance floor were filled, as were the second ring of tables. I took a seat at the far bar, which was mostly deserted, except for a gorda at the end and a guy starting to set up the bar. I surveyed the place, didn't see her, and ordered a beer. Before the beer arrived, I saw a chica that could be her walking my way from the direction of the banos. As she got closer, I did not think it was her. But this chica was stunning. Beautiful face, long chestnut brown hair, and a luscious, slender body shown off very nicely by a form fitting, red shimmering dress, several inches above the knee. She smiles warmly as she slides onto the stool next to me. It is her! "Que tal?" I ask. "Nerviosa" she answers. "Gustarias algo beber?" "Si, cheli". As she finishes her second small beer, a guy wearing a headset comes over and speaks to her. I can't hear the conversation as he is standing on the other side and she is facing away. He leaves. She takes the last gulp of beer and looks at me. "Bailando". I pour the rest of my beer in her glass. She downs it and slips off the stool. She then puts her purse on my lap and walks back towards the banos. The bar tender comes over and we both watch her curvaceous ass as she walks away. "Lucky man" he says to me. But, I am now sitting there alone at the bar with a woman's purse on my lap. A Mexicano walks by and looks at me. I put it under my shirt. She is the second to dance. I walk over and stand by the pillar to see better. Oh, can she move. On the second song, she is down to bra and panties. She has already collected about $10. As she unhooks her bra, the guys start to cheer and she is all over the first guy she with another $1. All of a sudden all the guys around the floor are waving dollars. She takes them one at a time and gives each a full body smash into the booth. As she is smashing about the 4th guy, I see him reach behind her and quickly slip down her panties to her knees. The guy at the next table takes them down to her ankles. They work like a team and help her completely out of her panties. I want to yell "You don't have to do that" but the place in so load with cheering men that nobody would hear. Well, on your first day, you might be taken advantage of in Mexico, or anywhere. She made the rounds for another 5 minutes completely sin ropas. It was a hit. I took my seat back on the barstool. Half way through the next dancer she comes back, smiling, her hand choking a wad of dollars. She sits there and counts the money. $60 for one dance set. She puts the money into her purse, leans back, and puts her legs on my lap. "Comoda?" "Si." As we sit there through a couple more beers, I realize that I am not willing to sit there for 6 more hours and she realizes that she needs to work. She tells me that she works until 1 AM, and that she will be exhausted. She asks me if we can meet for breakfast at 11 AM the next morning. Reluctantly, I agree. Reluctantly, because, I'm a friendly guy, but I already have a great friend. This trip is about erotic adventures. I am very attracted to her. I also know that in the zona, manana may never come. Tropical and LC I head over to Tropical and sit at the end of the bar. BT is also pretty full. I sit there for a couple of hours. I can't get her off my mind. I have 3 beers. There is a floorshow. At least one chica is nice. She has been there for about a year. Cute, personable morena, good body, good dancer. She comes over to the end of the bar. I place $20 pesos in her g-string. If I knew her, it might be possible. But, I not in the mood for a "shortie" and I don't really want to start from scratch with a new chica. I decide to kill the next few hours and try to hit Miami about 12:30. Next stop is LC. As I walk in, there is a fight right at the end of the bar as you walk through the curtains. I was startled. Two waiters had a guy by the arms and he was struggling. Suddenly they lurched the 3 feet that separated us and fell into me, all of us hitting the floor. Another waiter, a big guy grabbed the guy by the head and picked him up, while the other two waiters kept the hold on his arms. Someone helped me up. I wasn't hurt. The first 20 feet of the bar had cleared because of the fight. The two waiters pinned the guy against the bar and the big waiter started to slap him hard, open hand, back hand, open hand, back hand, followed by a punch in the gut. They then took him through the curtains. I set at the bar, stunned. The bar tender placed a tequila in front of me and apologized for the fight. I was rattled. I drank the tequila. The waiters returned. People returned to sitting at the bar. I ordered a beer and sat there is silence. On the second beer, I decided to walk around LC. Standing back by the DJ booth, leaning against the wall, I realized that the tequila was a mistake. I asked the time 11:30 PM. I decided to go up to the room for an hour's rest before returning to Miami. A Cheat to Remember I remember lying down on the bed and closing my eyes. The next thing I remember was a knocking on the door, a tapping on the window, and then my name being called. I looked through the blinds … guess who? Yes, it was her. I opened the door. "Can I come in?" "What time is it?" "1:30" "Yes, come in" "I was hoping you would come back," she said. I was having a hard time clearing my mind. We didn't speak for a minute. "Ducha" I said. She was energized, not exhausted. She bounced on the bed. "Yo tambien" she said. I sat there in amazement as I looked at the stunning mujer in the stunning red dress, and thinking that I must look like shit. "Bano primero". As I stood there pissing, I began to realize the potential of the night. My head began to clear, I felt a trickle of energy returning. I opened the bathroom door and she was standing not 3 feet from the door, smiling, wearing nothing but a towel. The hot water only took 3 minutes to arrive, a record for Casadas. As we got into the shower, I thought, damn, I never tire of bathing with beautiful women. I especially loved running that bar of soap over her beautiful body. After the shower, sitting on the bed, I thought, she is too gorgeous for Miami. She should work at AB. We talked about her night. She danced a total of 3 times. The first time was the best. But, the manager and other chicas told her not to let the guys take off her panties. Still, she made $70 on the last two dances. Total dance tips and fiches for the night were $160+. I didn't ask if she went to the hotel. I figured it was her business, not mine. We sat on the bed, wrapped in our towels. I decided to order coffee. She said she would like a beer and something to eat. I let her place the order but asked for coffee, 3 beers, and 2 plates of whatever she wanted to eat. We talked for an hour as we eat and drank. Then, as if a timer was set, we fell into a tender, and then passionate embrace. I also like kissing beautiful women and can get lost in a long, wet, sensual kiss. It happened that night. In fact, I was totally lost in the whole sexual experience with her. The alternating kissing, toughing, fondling, looking into her eyes, the oral sex, the fucking. The Next Day Holy shit, I've got to check out in 15 minutes I thought as I peeked at her watch, as she slept. I woke her and explained that it was 15 minutes to one in the afternoon. I quickly dressed, went down stairs, and got my key deposit back. When I returned to the room, she was not there. The room was empty. My bag was gone. I'm a trusting guy and I could not let myself believe anything other than she had moved my stuff to her room. I knocked on the door. A big, fat, naked man opened the door … I couldn't resist. She opened the door. Yes, my stuff was on the bed. She was in a towel. I closed the door. We showered and left the hotel to get breakfast (lunch). Back at the café next to AB, they were happy to fix eggs and ham at 2 PM. I said "Hola" to another AB chica. After breakfast, she wanted to go to the bank and we walked up to zona central. Back at the hotel at 3 PM, we had 2 hours before she had to go to work. But, it was obvious that she had lost some of her sparkle. I asked what was wrong. "You are leaving today." "Yes." Sex that afternoon was bittersweet. She clung to me, more than showing passion. It gave me a sense of urgency to leave. She asked me to come back to TJ before she left. She asked me to call her in Guadalajara. I talked to her twice before she left. She asked me to come back, but I did not sense a lot of urgency. I suspect that had I met her on her 3rd, 4th, or 5th day in TJ that I would not have had the same experience with her. We met at a moment that I was looking for adventure and that she needed a friend to get over that tough first day, in a tough city, in a tough work environment. However, I do hope to visit Guadalajara this summer and let her show me the city. But, then, it could be sooner, later, or never. I'm not sure what will happen when favorita returns.
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