Sunday, 8/12/01 (evening)

As I parked my car at the border, I still had not come down from the high of earlier in the afternoon. Being Tanya-ed has a way of doing that to you. But I did stop to think about how it had altered my view of the whole TJ scene.

Until today, practically every positive experience I had ever had in the Zona centered around one chica... Elisa. Basically, she had been the shining star of my TJ universe. True, I had sessions with other girls on my first trip, but those ranged from mediocre to abysmal.

Now, Tanya had given me something else to smile about. And looking back, it was something I sorely needed.

It was 7:30 or so when the cabbie dropped me off in front of AB. I handed him five bucks, which he was more than happy to accept. Darkness was approaching, and I decided to wait out on the sidewalk for a few minutes before entering. I remembered Elisa's amazing club radar, and her tendency to find me as soon as I walked through the curtains. Not that I didn't want her to nab me... I just wanted to catch my breath first.

I passed through the curtains and almost immediately, I spotted Elisa, back in the area behind the center stage. And almost immediately after that, she saw me, and started walking in my direction. I met her in the area near the upper bar. Tonight, she had on a gorgeous red dress.

"I just started working," she told me. I smiled at my good timing; I had caught her at the very beginning of her shift. She grabbed my hand and led me toward a booth. And she sure picked a curious location.

In the long double booth back near the entrance to the men's room, I saw Candi sitting with a gentleman. Elisa directed me to that booth; she slid in right next to Candi, and I followed suit. The two ladies smiled and exchanged a few quick words as we were getting seated. Paranoia briefly set in as I remembered exchanging glances with Candi earlier that afternoon.

Shortly therafter, Candi and her friend got up and left. I took the cue, and told Elisa that it might be a good time to boogie on upstairs ourselves. I never need to push that issue with her. She seductively ran her tongue over her upper lip. We agreed on another hour session. Near the curtains, we once again encountered Candi and her companion, a tall gringo with light brown hair and a beard. We followed them up the stairs, and they went their own way after checking in at the desk.

Inside the room, Elisa quickly adjusted the blinds, and turned off all the lights except for the one in the bathroom, to set the mood. She seemed very focused.

Counting last time, this was the sixth session I had done with Elisa. And this one turned out to be the best yet. I was very, very grateful for getting the full hour. True, we had gotten together the previous evening. But this session was the one where we truly picked up where we had left off last time. I came rather quickly, via the oral route; her oral skills are truly amazing.

Her little mouth is like a vacuum cleaner. There is nothing subtle about her technique. Straight ahead, up and down, over the top. Fast and deep, and yet there's a gentle quality to it as well.

We rested for a few minutes, then got started again. This time, we tried a few different positions, including missionary, which was off-limits for some reason on my first visit. One more taboo erased; the one remaining taboo with Elisa was lip kissing.

I very nearly got the second nut, but not quite. Still, I was quite content as we walked down the stairs. I thought back to the previous trip, and recalled how much fun I had with Elisa in the room, back in April. And I was about to get a reminder of how much fun she was down in the bar.

Following on the heels of the session with Tanya, that was quite a doubleheader: for all intents and purposes, one hour each with two of the best performers at AB, a few hours apart. But it took its toll on me physically. For the rest of my visit, I would have performance issues, and generally felt fatigued. Next time, I need to pace myself better. I'm not getting any younger.

Downstairs, we settled into a booth and ordered drinks. We got to talking about my plans for the next day and her work schedule, and then she surprised me by bringing up the idea of an outdate. I had been leading up to that; but as always seems to happen with Elisa, she got to it first.

Her first suggestion was a movie and some shopping. I was all for the movie idea; the VIP theater over in Zona Rio sounds like a great place to bring a chica. But for obvious reasons, I was less enthusiastic about the shopping idea. I had visions of my credit card being quickly maxed out. Especially when she told me, "You can buy me a sexy new dress."

Uh-oh, I thought. I'd better present my own scenario. So I brought up this idea: movie, dinner, followed by an all-nighter. She was all for that, but I remembered a couple of obligations that I had, north of the border. And unfortunately, we weren't able to get together on the time. So, that idea fell through. We agreed to meet the following night at AB at 7:00, the beginning of her shift, and decided to just hang out there.

My biggest regret from this trip was not getting together with Elisa for that outdate/allnighter. We just couldn't make it happen, but there's always next time.

We sat there in the booth for awhile longer; every so often, I stole a glance at her, trying to paint her picture in my mind. The stunning red dress, and the shapely body which lay underneath. Her exotic facial features; to me, she looks more Filipina than Mexicana. Just the right amount of makeup. The large hoop earrings. Her brown hair, which she wears tied back. Her small but beautiful hands; each finger adorned with a gold ring, and her nails polished dark red.

She started to sway to the music, next to me there in the booth. I recalled how she loved to do that last time. There would be a few times over the next couple of days when I would get a sense of deja vu... and this was one of them.

She stood up, and beckoned me to do likewise. Before I knew it, we were dancing in the aisle. When the song ended, up to the center stage we went, where she discovered that she had a more willing (if not able) partner than on my previous visit.

Now... I have never danced the cumbia before. We were totally mismatched; she is an elegant dancer, while my attempts to keep up with her can only be described as pathetic improvisation. We stuck it out for three songs, and to her credit, she never laughed at me.

How she gets me to do things like that, I'll never know.

We chatted a little more, then she told me, "I need to go and look around." Which, of course, is a euphemism for, "I need to get back to work." There is no BS with Elisa. She is a pro, and I respect her for it.

She told me that she would meet me at 7:00 the next day. A hug and a kiss, and she was off.

It was 10:30 or so; still quite early. I decided to walk around and try to match names with faces. In the back area, I walked past a chica who had spoken to me a few times already; a morena with quite a few extra pounds and brown frizzy hair. She said her name was Patricia. She's not my type at all, so I moved on. Next I ran into a short, slim, shapely chica with brown hair in the back of Hottie Central. She was very aggressive, and said her name was Nancy. Eventually, I found myself near the entrance to the men's room where I spoke briefly with Marcela, a short blonde chica.

Elisa was nowhere in sight, so I headed outside. I played the game of watching the girls go up and down, for just a few minutes. Then I went over to CC.

Once there, I made a beeline for the back of the club. I was very surprised to see a familiar face: Jasmine, whom I remembered from my last visit back in April. Obviously, she had made the switch from AB to CC.

I went to speak to her, but never made it that far. I was intercepted... no, make that grabbed, by a chica who appeared seemingly out of nowhere. She said her name was Sandy, and she practically dragged me into a nearby booth. Now, my sexual battery was almost fully discharged at that point. But I detected an important ingredient: chemistry. And when that happens, I have to explore it.

Sandy was far from the most attractive lady in CC that night. She was light-skinned, and plainly attired in a white ribbed top with jeans. She had straight black hair, in an outdated, squared-off, cartoon-villainess style. She had huge fake breasts, and it was obvious even with her clothes on, that the workmanship was less than perfect. I didn't ask her age, but I'd put her in the thirtysomething category. She said she was from Mexico City and had three kids. Her English, though broken, was understandable.

She was very affectionate in the booth, and that is a major turn-on for me. She pressed up close, and started rubbing her hands on me. I responded and put my arm around her. A few soft lip kisses ensued.

She made the motion to go upstairs. Unfortunately, I knew I was a sexual dud at this stage of the game. So, I suggested a massage. She agreed, and knocked ten dollars off the price. Just what I needed at this point... a massage, and perhaps a little TLC, for I was getting tired.

This was my first Chicago Club session, and once upstairs, I marveled at how much nicer the rooms were, as compared to the hotel at AB. A ceiling fan in the room... what a great idea.

Sandy wanted the money up front ("for my niños"). This caught me off guard; I've been spoiled by cream-of-the-crop providers. But I paid her, and to tell you the truth, it didn't bother me. Nor do I think it affected the session quality.

I stripped, and so did Sandy. She removed her top to reveal the worst boob job I have ever seen. (not that I've seen that many) She told me that if I liked, I could try to finish between her breasts. Well, I gave it a try, but it just wasn't happening. Even if my libido was at its optimum level, those boobs were such a turn-off, I don't think it would have mattered.

I rolled over, allowing her to begin the massage. It wasn't bad, and it was exactly what I needed. I was tense and tired, and she worked out the kinks. When she was done, she rolled over on the bed next to me. She started telling me about her kids and how hard it was to be away from them. I just listened because at this point, listening was about all I was good for.

Eventually, a round of soft kissing resulted. She flipped over, spooned into me, and we just lay there without speaking for a while. I almost fell asleep, and was startled by the knock.

While we were getting dressed, Sandy decided to switch to bright red lipstick. She applied it, then suddenly turned and kissed me on the lips. I didn't want to look in the mirror, but I had to, and I cringed. I looked like a Kinkle Bar reject. Fortunately, Sandy already had a tissue in her hand, laughing and wiping off my mouth. I looked at my watch; we had been in the room for 45 minutes.

Downstairs, I gave her a hug and a kiss and bid her goodbye. For all her imperfections, she's a sweet lady. It was an unconventional session, but I got what I needed from it. Isn't that what it's all about?

I saw Jasmine standing over against the wall, and went over to say hello. She did appear to remember me, but when I mentioned that I had seen her at Adelitas, she appeared flustered. I got the impression that she didn't want it to be known that she had worked over there.

I didn't take up much of her time; I gave her a peck on the cheek and said goodnight. Seeing her there, a few pounds heavier than I remembered, with much more makeup than before, and looking out of place, I wondered why I was attracted to her in the first place.

Heading out the door, I spoke briefly near the coat check with Jennifer, an outgoing, shapely young chica with light brown hair. She is one girl I would not mind running into again.

I passed through the alcove and out onto the sidewalk. CC is growing on me. I'm still an AB guy, but it's nice to have a second base of operations.

No cab scams this evening, as the cabbie gladly took my five bucks. For the first time in my Zona life, five dollars inbound and five out.

It had been a day to remember, and as soon as I got back to my hotel, I was out like a light.


Monday, 8/13/01 (afternoon)

I had a commitment in San Diego this morning, which was my nominal reason for being there in the first place. Once it was finished, I developed a splitting headache, further evidence that I had been overdoing it the past couple of days. But I wanted to milk everything I could out of this trip, since I can't get out west very often.

I took an over-the-counter painkiller, and it helped some. By 11:30, I was headed south on the trolley again. I boarded the bus into TJ; this one dropped me off at 7th and Revo, not far from the larger Sanborn's.

Walking up Revo during the day is a novelty that has yet to wear off for me, with its garish onslaught of color, the barkers yelling, "Teety bar, amigo" and the incredible overabundance of tacky souvenir shops. I'll bet there are more useless items sold per square foot on Revo than anywhere else in the world.

I hoofed it over to the Zona, where I once again entered AB. Deadsville. Probably ten chicas in the bar, and an equal number of men. I had my choice of a place to sit, so I opted for my preferred spot at the upper bar.

I remembered that Tanya had promised me a massage. I didn't see her there, but it was still very early. Gradually, a few more people of both genders began to appear.

A few chicas passed by me and smiled, but didn't speak. I just continued to watch. Gradually, one girl started to command my attention.

She was younger, with long, straight brown hair, with streaks, and had a very pretty, round baby face. She was fairly short with small breasts, and was wearing a fetching dark maroon pants suit with pictures of angels all over it. Everything about her said "cute."

I watched her flit about the bar, in non-stop motion, with a smile on her face most of the time. One guy motioned her over, and she sat on his lap and ran her hands all over him as they talked. But for some reason, he passed up the opportunity, and she moved on.

My tastes usually veer away from the younger girls, but this one looked very, very appealing to me. I decided to throw my usual shark-bait approach out the window. This time, instead of being the hunted, I would be the hunter.

She took a breather, and leaned against one of the booths. I moved over into an adjacent booth and sat down. Slowly, I made eye contact. She smiled, and I motioned her to join me. She slid next to me, and immediately moved in close. I can't stress it enough… affection downstairs is a big turn-on for me.

She told me that her name was Veronica. She was 21 years old, from Veracruz. She spoke very little English, and addressed me mostly in Spanish, even though I couldn't understand anything she said. She rested her head against my shoulder, and began exploring with her hands. I undertook a little exploration of my own.

With this girl, all the vibes were there, and before too long we were headed up to the room.

This whole sequence just seemed too good to be true. And indeed, it was. Once in the room, she told me out of the blue that a BJ would set me back an additional twenty dollars. I refused. She dropped it to ten, and I steadfastly continued to refuse. So she dropped the whole subject, but I never got a BJ. I paid the previously agreed upon amount up front.

The sex was pretty good; missionary and doggie, and she made sure I got off. I still wasn't feeling too well, but just being allowed access to her nubile young body was more than enough to do the job.

Veronica did stay in the room with me until the knock. She continued chattering in Spanish; she reminded me of a young college girl. No doubt about it, she IS cute. I wound up giving her a quick English lesson, teaching her the days of the week, while she lay back on the bed, allowing me to play with her body. She walked back down the stairs with me.

Had it not been for that price switcheroo in the room, that would have been a decent session.

Back down in the bar, who should I run into but Tanya. Today, she was wearing a black and white top with a leopard pattern and black leather pants. She looked mighty nice. Her first words to me were, "I brought the oil today." She hadn't forgotten that I wanted a massage.

But again, there was no rush. We sat in a booth for a few minutes. Eventually, we made our way upstairs.

We both got undressed, then I spread out on the bed, on my stomach. Tanya got out the oil and started to rub it all over my shoulders. She told me to let her know if the oil was irritating the hair on my back (yeah, I have some of that), but I had no complaints whatsoever.

The massage got underway, and let me tell you, I've had none better. She takes her time, covers everything from head to foot, and is neither too hard nor too soft. Just right.

She worked her way up to my neck, then the back of my head. "Very tense," she told me. "You think too much, baby." Amen.

Finished with the massage, she pushed me over on my back and gave me a kiss. She wanted to try to get me off. And if she wanted to try, who was I to argue?

She took me into her mouth and showed off her entire bag of tricks, which is quite extensive. I got erect, but it was just too soon after the session with Veronica. I'm sure Tanya knew what was going on, but she didn't press the issue. Eventually, the knock came, and we got dressed at a leisurely pace.

There is just never a hurry with Tanya; I love it. We walked down the stairs, once again, carrying on a conversation. At the bottom of the stairs, I checked my watch and realized that I had to head north of the border, for I had an obligation to take care of. And I would have to get back down to AB by 7:00 to meet Elisa.

Tanya gave me a hug and a kiss, out there in broad daylight in front of the bar entrance. She looked at me and said, "My blue-eyed baby." I told her I would see her the next day. "Ciao," she chirped, and disappeared through the curtains. I kept walking down the street, toward the cabs in front of CC.

One side note: next time, I think I'll have to consider staying in a TJ hotel. Those constant trips back and forth across the border were surely a major cause of my physical exhaustion. But this time, it couldn't be avoided.