Ending an eternal 16 day hiatus from Tijuana - heart yearning, loins burning...I'm on Revolucion all by myself at 2:30 on Tuesday afternoon - before the atmosphere becomes thick with party and sin - at this hour, the Avenida is still under the primary influence of all-American bluehairs and a few surviving husbands unleashed from cushy tour buses. They wouldn't be innocently wandering around Rev if they hadn't read the false information contained in the tourbooks - e.g. the AAA prose describing how the municipal government has effectively rid the city of the tawdry sex businesses that made Tijuana famous so that it could become "The Most Visited City". It takes a lowlife like me to unintentionally relieve them of the tour business misrepresentations - the Rev stripclub barkers don't give a shit and implore me - a lone male young enough to have working equipment - to come see the teety show…and would I like to fuck their seesters, et al…all within earshot of the bluehairs. If they only knew the WHOLE story!

Most of my TJ rampages in the last year have been as part of a monger posse....or as a tourguide for out of town hounds, or heretofore unsoiled Angelenos who having heard my tales of tail below the borderline, conjured an obligation that I show them better ways to spend their disposable income than on US stripclubs and/or....dates with norte americana crazy-makers.

So it is refreshing to be in TJ all alone - able to explore the seedier side and indulge myself with some quiet perv time - no sharing, no recommendations, no war stories, no losing my voice talking above the sound systems, no conversation with anyone but chicas, bar personnel and hustlers. On many levels it's a richer, deeper experience than hanging out with your buds - but you can't do it alone all the time without risking an overdose of libidinous introspection. But the right balance of time to be alone with your fantasies - to really explore the blue spectrum of your brain, and the means to act out whatever may come to mind unobstructed is a good thing - and just what I needed on this Tuesday.

The starting line was the same as usual - Azteca Massage...great physical therapy as a prelude to getting physical. I exploded up the 3 flights of stairs in happy anticipation of finally getting back with my regular and most favorite terapista who I had missed on the last 2 visits. In the reception area I was really unhappy to learn that Tuesday is now her day off. One masseuse was immediately available - not one of the better lookers working there, but a chica who I knew from experience would give me a competent and sensual massage…a chica who could pass the baton to the putas.

For those not familiar with Azteca, it is absolutely NOT a place to go for sex. You go there for bargain full body rubdowns ($25 including propina) delivered by trained professional masseuses. They will rub the pains and stresses out of you - you get a good hot shower - you float into your chica agenda. A couple of the girls on staff have undergone Pavlovian conditioning - learning that they can jump a few income brackets if they are game to relieve ALL stresses. Most of the masseuses deliver some level of sensuality and may outright (though subtly) tease you while you lay there submissively butt naked - so it is inevitable that stresses will build at your epicenter. Massaging your erection is in strict violation of house rules at Azteca, but as indicated, a couple of the girls have calculated that they can live with the risk of being caught...and fired. For discretion's sake, it has been agreed to omit names of the rule violators from reports on this website - thus I do not name the chica who was assigned to me - one who I knew to be a teaser, but learned on Tuesday that she's now an erection appeaser. [You may Email me for her name - but only if I know you or your Email address can be verified on TJH or Redsnake].

Massage started off somewhat incompetently - the back massage was choppy, uncoordinated, not enough lotion so too much friction. She found her rhythm though and soon I was getting the therapeutic and sensory benefits that I came for. She removed the tiny towel from the start so nothing got in the way of an all-out ass cheek treatment. At the end of the massage with me on my back, she performed what used to be her finishing move…with one hand on each ankle, she powerfully and repeatedly runs her hand up both legs straight through the "V" of your crotch - an overt and merciless tease to the package. This time however, it was not the finishing move. Instead, I felt each upward stroke getting closer and closer to home - then without any verbal indication of what was to cum, she went for the bonu$, exerting a skillful pressure on the lower end of the shaft and points south…yet no classic HJ strokes applied to the whole shaft. I was getting a SJ…a sackjob if you will, with a strong assist from pressing hard against the male "G-Spot" below. When the storm passed I looked at her with a sort of contented bewilderment…she flashed her coy smile back at me - a bit more wicked than usual, seeming to enjoy my reaction to the surprise ending. After showering and paying for the massage, I continued the terapista psychological conditioning program by rolling up a $20 as tight as a toothpick and slipping it to her in the reception area (the chicas who stay within the rules are accustomed to tips of $5 or less). I have a feeling that Azteca is going to become a fundamentally changed place over the next year - but I hope not at the expense of the good massages. There are more than enough brothel MPs in TJ…and L.A. for that matter.

At 4PM I was floating south on Rev to begin the evening's imbibing at Tilly's 5th St. Bar - loud dance club by night, but quiet restaurant and drinking bar by day - good steaks, unmitigated 5 alarm stuffed jalapeños, and an excellent place to relax over the first couple of Pacifico's and watch the parade pass by outside the window. Beer, good chips and salsa and fawning but non-intrusive table service is $2 plus tip…2 for 1 drinks start at 5 or 6:00. Tilly's was actually full of the bluehairs sipping Margarita's…but darkness was close at hand and their chariot stood ready at the door to whisk them out of the third world before all was revealed.

Now it was time to take a step into that devil's den known as Sans Souci. My first visit in many months following many disappointing visits. But my mantra for Revolucion is never to expect consistent experiences in the clubs, good or bad. SS had been so bad, it was due to be good. Yes, a certain percentage of the cast at SS is gender confused…or perhaps we are confused about the choices they have made. But from time to time, there are some amazing women to be picked out of the grunge pile if you are willing to do the legwork and put up with the relentless hustle. On this late afternoon everything was good. A couple of transwhatevers near the front door, but nothing but girly girls inside. I'm visited by a few of them - all of whom engage in some hearty stickshifting in order to interest me in their company. Actually, I'm here on a pure surveillance mission - I don't have a hotel room on this trip and given all the reports of crackdowns and police corruption in the tourist district, I have no intention of walking outside with a puta, and into the clutches of Tijuana's mordida team.

A beautiful brunette amazon named Dianita makes this really difficult. I am one of a small handful of customers at this hour and so, a target of even the best talent in the room - that would be Dianita. She does approach - not discouraged at the sight of me turning away her colleagues one after the other. A $6 lady's drink is purchased and we are off to the races…closed zipper handjob at the table (a secluded booth)…perfectly shaped soft natural rack comes free of her loose gown and is in play…panties are lowered to reveal a shaved and most visually appealing panocha. Not really my style in a bar, but I do manually explore the lower regions - a reflex developed from adventuring along some of the more notorious stretches of Revolucion. This booth play is not just a game the SS girls play to make us hot and horny for a hotel session, but also to dispel lingering gender doubts.

Further description - baby's got plenty of back, curves on curves, stunning facial features - big eyes and thick lips, lustrous mid-length black hair, 6 foot or better in pumps, mid-20's(?), 2 years in TJ from Veracruz. I do wonder why a chica this appealing labors in a sorry shithole like Sans Souci - where daytime business is minimal. I asked her why she wasn't at CC earning a multiple of her SS income - her answer was that the zona is "feo" [ugly]. What can you say? The girl may have taste, but not a lick of sense.

When the subject inevitably turns to fucky/sucky, I told her it would have to wait until a future visit when I would be camped at the Villa Zaragoza and have her cab over there by herself to meet me. She disputed my assessment of the risks on Revolucion, but didn't argue too forcefully and agreed to hook-up at the VZ on another occasion. We did strike a compromise for this visit too -- a stealthy covered blowjob performed in the abandoned lap dance area of the club…$40. With the club virtually deserted of customers, it was also deserted of waiters and other staff so we actually snuck in there undetected. She seemed comfortable and relaxed so I took a hint and really enjoyed this beautiful head bobbing up and down while she kneeled before me on the floor. Not exactly a GFE but very fine in the cheap thrills department.

So now I've lost two loads and haven't even made it into the zona yet, and I've got my heart set on not leaving town without at least an attempt to get with Sonia AB (Prior reports under "Sonia de Acapulco"). Fortunately I've got an unevenly cut 100mg of Viagra in my pocket. I take the much larger of the two pieces and I'm going to need every grain of medication contained therein. My fuel supply is also augmented by a couple of capsules of Ginsana. Still I'll need plenty of recovery time so I duck into Rio Rita along my walk to the zona. This basement club is about the nastiest and most mysterious along Revolucion these days. You walk down a couple of flights into a dark world with more nooks and crannies than an english muffin…the closest thing to spelunking in Tijuana. At the end of the long tunnel leading to the bathroom, I see that one of the "secret" rooms in the back is now under construction as another club…much nicer and more modern than the existing club which is as cramped and sleazy as it gets. Among the wreckage that is Rio Rita, is a staff of very attractive, sexy and dirty-minded dancers…nothing lower than a 6 with a few 8's in the mix. I've never thought about getting more than a lap dance here but everything is available. They will try to sell you lap dances for $20, but if you ask if that is "for only one song", they invariably sweeten the pot by saying its 2 or 3 songs for the $20. It's a your mileage may vary scenario - the chicas all have their own program on the padded lapdance benches which line the walls…some of them adequately dark and secluded for dirty dancing.

I decided to get a lapdance (2 songs) from Janet, a reasonably attractive but wildly energetic and nasty dancer who had given me a handjob in a prior encounter. Buy this girl a drink and she will define GFE for you at your table…then get some lapdances with her and it's off to your honeymoon. We got ourselves to the darkest most secluded corner…I was unzipped and liberated - but no condom, so no penetration. But I did enjoy a nice skin on skin grind and some tittie fucking. No finish - wasn't looking for one and wouldn't have been possible this soon after the encounter with Dianita at Sans Souci. Said goodbye and it was back on the trail to the zona.

I got off the trail one more time - this time at La Tropa. It was about 7:00 and a floorshow was in progress with a wide variety of talent performing for at least the next half hour. The place was actually really alive - mostly locals all enjoying the buzz and the chicas. I have been told that many well known AB/CC chicas are now dancing and working at La Tropa - but not at this early hour. These chicas were vintage small bar types - widely varying attractiveness, very young, and not much of a puta vibe. In fact, it seemed like most of the chicas not stripping, were dressed in athletic and street clothes...only the strippers were wearing clothing from the "Please Fuck Me" boutique.

The most interesting performer was a very young petite dark blonde haired vixen named America. This name seems familiar. I'll post a separate inquiry about her. But if anybody who has read this far into this epic knows anything about her, please post. She had a kind of magic. She did next to nothing on stage and yet she held the room as spellbound as a bunch of borrachos can be…including myself. Watching her made me fall in love with music I had always despised - there is something happening here but I don't know what it is…and I NEED to find out!! When the show ended, all the chicas flooded the stage (some chicos too) and bounced around enthusiastically to the music. I didn't want to miss Sonia, otherwise no way I'm walking away from this party.

Walked into AB at 8:00 and Sonia is on the dancefloor shaking her Salsa with a dude. She sees me immediately and gestures a hundred ways to let me know she sees me. I won't burden further this already absurdly long report with details about Sonia - there are extensive reports about her both here and on Redsnake. Suffice to say she remains one of the genuinely unspoiled wildcats of the zona, and she finished my TJ rampage much the same as that Pumpkin Cheesecake is going to finish the Thanksgiving gluttony tomorrow night - rich and filling - sweet too! She somewhat credibly insists that her time in TJ is just a 6-8 month project to save money for a house back in Acapulco - at which time she will return to her profession as a hairdresser. She may be a temporary puta, but she is a BORN puta! Get it while it's hot and still on the shelf.

Now back to another hiatus. Trying to keep it fresh!

Erip
Nice report.sounds like you had a blast.care to elaborate on the cost of the dances at rio ritas?
Taxibob

Erip
What a great report. I have a question for you, how old are you?

Erip,
Great report, man...I felt like I was walkin' those wayward "avenidas"...
And Sonia is still hot after, what? - 3 months of bein' at AB? "Unspoiled wildcat"! Digame, donde es el cabo de la cola...?(Tell me, where is the end of the line....?)I've screwed a few "hairdressers" at AB...they tend to be chicas calientes... Blonde Gloria (AB daytime), a beautician from Guadalajara was real nasty, but I haven't seen her around for about a year...
KRICO

Great post Erip. Thanks, I needed that.

*sigh*

God, bless this food I am about to eat. And the wonderful ladies of La Zona Roja de Tijuana. And the many friends I have made here and in Tijuana.

Hold them, and keep them, and protect them. For now and forever.

Amen

Taxibob: Rio Rita's seems to follow same price pattern for dances as all the other grungy clubs along Revolucion - different scale for the operations modeled after U.S. stripclubs (e.g. Madonna's, Caesar's, Penthouse). Basically during the day and weeknights, they will say $20/dance...but as indicated, if you act shocked at that quote, they will almost always make it 2 or 3 dances for $20 (except Peanuts & Beer almost always quotes 2 for $30). Weekend nights and other busy times the price may go up to $25 or $30 with less room to negotiate. If you want to take it beyond a lapdance with a chica, talk to a waiter - he'll give you the info on the sex options. My info may be dated because except for a couple of trips to Rio Rita's and Caesar's, I haven't paid any attention to the other Revolucion stripclubs recently.

Sfdude: I'm way old...I don't want to confront the number in print so I'll just say I first voted in the 1972 Presidential election and was a junior in High School the year Led Zeppelin released their first album. I have a question for you, why do you ask?

Great report. My guess is that America, is the same America who worked at CC during the days. She looks good, but hygeine is not that great. I would pass.