So here is another adventure of Desertcoyote and his buddy P. We headed out to TJ on Saturday the 24th. We arrived around 3pm and found a GREAT parking spot only about 100 feet from the gate. During this holiday weekend, we hoped that was a sign from up above (or down below) that we were going to have a great time.

We took a cab over to Villa de Zaragoza (I think) for a room for the night. When we got there, the attendant told us they had no vacancies. So we turned around to grab our cab and it was already gone. So we hoofed it out to the Rio Ritas Hotel again, hoping to find a room. Luckily we were able to get a room. My buddy and I went wondering around Revo to find him a pair of contact and I wanted to take some great pics of the area. We wondered around for about two hours, finding him some contacts and myself a few pics (the sunlight was too harsh).

After a shower, a shave, and an hour we were ready to hit the TJ nightlife (9pm). We first hit Peanuts and Beer. Man this place was packed. I had to explain to my buddy that every place was going to be packed because of the holiday weekend, so don’t be surprised at the crowds. I had no idea that P&B was actually two levels, I had only been on the second level. The girls were plentiful, but the beer wasn’t very cold, in fact it was kinda warm, no fun at all.

We left P&B and hit Madona’s. This was my friend’s first time there so I paid the cover (I hate weekends $3.00 each) and we had a few beers. A very leggy and breasty dancer immediately pounced on my buddy, causing him to get a lap dance within thirty seconds. I sat there and drank my Rum and Coke (my Mexican buddy told me it was a Cuba) and I witnessed some 7s-9s dance. I started getting a little bored about the whole thing and so did my buddy so then we hit Hong Kong Club.

We sat down at the end of the “runway” and ordered our first round there. Before I knew it, three hours had passed. HK was packed and we did have a blast, but there were only a few things that captured my attention. The first thing was a REALLY cute/petite girl wearing a long pink or peach dress that had slits all the way to her waist, showed off her cute legs. Unfortunately I like my girls to have some breasts and this girl was completely lacking in the boobage, but her face was really cute. The bad part of that girl was that she had a really shitty attitude. When a guy tried to tip her while she was dancing on the bar top, she kept shooing him away. I remember I kept thinking what a bitch, if you don’t anyone to tip you, why keep dancing? The second thing that caught my attention was that the girl who usually dances with no bottom on had bottoms on. I guess the other girls complained enough and management her wear a pair of panties… too bad though. She has really nice lips. After awhile we wanted to try something new so we headed out of the HK and turn right.

We crossed the street to one of the smaller local hangouts, I think it was the California or something like that. It was packed, but not our crowd or music so we scooted out quickly. We continued our walk down the street unaware of my exact bearings until my buddy stopped me and said, “Hey! Let’s stop here!”
I stopped dead in my tracks and looked to my left and there was a white garish looking sign that had the most evil of bar names… Kinkle. I immediately shook my head warning him not to go in. He looked at me like I was crazy and stepped inside. Now I didn’t walk inside with him, however I was able to see the club floor and my buddy’s shoes because the curtain did not go all the way to the floor. Judging from what I did witness, two pairs of high heels walked to the left and right of my friend. All I remember was thinking, “Oh shit, don’t do anything stupid.”
Then from behind the curtain came the scream of a man in fear and my buddy rushed out. Now that I think about it, my buddy had peeked his head in a few weeks ago, then again he was really drunk… I hope I’m not reading too much into his slight obsession with the Kinkle Bar.

Anyways, we then headed over the Manhattan Bar. It looks pretty much the same as from 5 years ago, when I first went to TJ. The girls there weren’t the prettiest, BUT they sure as hell could dance. We had a few beers there, then decided to have a few more (they were really COLD). We hung around for about an hour and left.

My buddy was in a definite Christopher Columbus mood to explore and noticed the bright sign for the Pollo Club. As we crossed the street an obvious transvestite took interest in my friend and grabbed his arm and asking if he was to go to the room. My friend looked like a deer caught in the headlights because this “gal” had more of a five o’clock shadow than he did. My friend stuttered out a no thank you and we practically ran to the Pollo Club.

Inside the Pollo Club, there was that harsh pink and blue carpeting that we found over at Manhattan. The place was crowded and the girls sitting with the guys seemed to be having a blast. My buddy was pleased with this choice and ordered us a few beers. A petite dancer with eyes tattooed on her shoulders began swaying to the sounds of Marilyn Manson, a personal favorite of mine. She didn’t seem really enthused about her dance and actually left the stage before the song was over, a major disappointment, not only that but she never showed any skin. I’m sure mongers are reading this asking, “Why in the hell would you go to watch strippers when there’s AB and CC right in the area?”
The answer is simple, my buddy doesn’t monger, but I do. My buddy is more into molesting the dancers with dollar bills. So after three more rounds we left. There is something I have to mention though. The girls at the Pollo Club were attractive but look to young for my comfort, it didn’t help that there was some Nickalodean movie on the big screen in the bar. I’m sure that any establishment in the Zona would make sure that all the dancers and “others” are over the age of eighteen so I didn’t worry about it too much. My buddy didn’t see make the same connection and just stated that the girls there were too flat for his tastes.

The next place we stopped at was in Mermaids. This place was nice. The beer was cold and I think about $3.00 each. By then I was a little tipsy myself. I bought my buddy a lap dance and I studied the menu that was handed to me. Now here is the part I was really pissed about, I could not remember for the life of me what was on that menu. That had me worried because I don’t black out like that, but I can recall the entire night except for that minor detail… Anyways, my buddy was gone for about 15 minutes and I drank and ogled the women. Of all that places that we went to, this was my favorite for only one simple reason, the some of the girls that were there were wearing schoolgirl uniforms. I know this will seem like a contradiction of what I had stated earlier, but schoolgirl outfits are HOT. Not because of what it represents, but because it reminds me of my old girlfriends (real gf’s not working girls) from my high school days. After tipping my wad of one’s to the dancers, my buddy comes out with a smile on his face and says, “I’m ready to head to the room.”

I dragged my buddies half dead carcass back to the room, where I was able to have him stand up right long enough to fit him in the elevator. After a good five minutes of careful placement I dropped him on his bed… bad move. He was about to get sick. I have known this guy for about a good 10 years and that run from his bed to the bathroom was the fastest I had ever seen him move. So I stayed in the room for about 15 minutes waiting to see if my buddy was all right. He came with a look of relief and stated that he felt much better and that he was going to sleep. By then it was about 4am and I was dead tired. I wanted to go to Adelita’s so badly but I couldn’t muster the strength to do it so I passed out on my bed.

Around 9am the shower awaked me. My buddy was up early that morning and had needed a shower. I was in non position to disagree with him, the after math of tacos, hotdogs, beer and a single shot of tequila and the scent of different perfumes from strippers and whores was not a smell I could deal with for very long. Then I realized it was me. My buddy got out of the shower and I immediately jumped in. By the time I was done an hour had passed. My head was throbbing in pain (damn Don Julio) but I was adamant to get some nice pics of AM Tijuana. I told my friend I would be back around noon, grabbed my camera and I was outta there. I wondered around REVO getting morning pics of things here and there, but I really wanted to go get laid to relieve some of the pressure that was building up.

I grabbed a cab over to AB ( I’m almost certain it was the only place other than street gals that would have been ‘open for business’). I ordered an agua mineral and sat down enjoying the darkness when a had went straight for my crotch. I followed the path from the soft hands on my crotch to the long brown hair and pleasant face that was before me. The gal smiled at me and asked if I wanted to go to the room. Her body was rocking, with large C-cups (fake, but done really well) and a nice ass, not too big and not too flat, just enough to spank or grab hold of. She started with $60, I laughed. I countered with $30 (cheap bastard I know) and she laughed. People looking at us probably thought we were negotiating peace in Israel, but all I wanted was some good enough sex to deaden the pain. In the end we ended in a dead heap… $40 for her, $11 for the room. Exhausted from the confrontation of a professional, I conceded defeat and went with her. We ended up at the room and she stripped my clothes off of me in seconds flat. I was taken aback, but I tried my damnedest to make sure I didn’t look like a deer caught in crosshairs. So there I was completely nekkid and she asks me for the money. All I could think was, “Oh shit. I’m about to be taken for more money.”

To my surprise that was not the case. I handed her the $40 and grabbed hold of those luscious melons that had been begging to be freed. She sucky me for awhile being very good and not ignoring places near my cover member. We switched to mission and I rode her slowly. She grabbed me and slammed me down on the bad and rode me cowgirl style and then we went for doggie. I tell you it was awesome. She was very aggressive and wet so I was very pleased. After I finished we both jumped into the shower and I left with a smile on my face. I can’t remember her name, but she were blur jeans worn on the ass and thighs (the style today) and a brown and very tight top. Her hair was brown with blonde streaks in a light perm or curly fashion. She was about 5’3 maybe 5’4 and maybe 135lbs, she was big but definitely not fact. She wore her weight quite well, I think voluptuous is the best way I can describe her body.

Oh yeah, I snapped some pics of her before our bedroom tryst, but me being stupid I had left the “flash off” option on so the pics are grainy and dark… damn it. Hopefully I can fix them and show them off on the website.

After that, I met my buddy back at the hotel and we left TJ via bus. I was satisfied, healed of my hangover and ready to take a long nap, who would have known that I would head back to TJ that next day with my room mate, but that will a story for a later date.

Addiction is a bitch, unless it’s sex: then it’s really four or five bitches.

Desertcoyote

I also like the Revo clubs, but not on a holiday weekend typically. I purposly stayed away this last weekend. I have tended to veer away from the ZN clubs lately. I guess we all go thru phases, but i was becoming bored with the Zona a little, and certain clubs on Revo had caught my attention. There is good fun to be had at the strip clubs if you are savy, and somewhat known by maseros / management. And if you stay away from the US style clubs like Madonas. Just my opinion. I have not seen the lower floor of P & B open in a while, so it must have been busy there.

"Addiction is a bitch, unless it’s sex: then it’s really four or five bitches."

OK, that was funny.

Well, at least you were able to relieve some of that deadly sperm buildup (DSB).

The Revo strip clubs are not as bad as some people write them out to be
Just stay away from the whitey ones as Kyle4040 pointed out.

You can get some good mileage in the booths.
If you are looking for a cheap lay stay at AB

Its always nice reading TJ twip reports

Milkman

Oh yeah I forgot to mention an incident that happened during that night of drunken debauchery. After leaving Mermaids we stopped at Isis. There were a few girls there and they weren't all that cute, but my friend was enamored with one and bought her a drink. P laughed and carried on while the girl's hands were definitely in his lap, probably undoing his belt. They were having fun for a few minutes when she had to go on stage for a dance. She jumped up on stage and stripped. While stripping, she threw her shirt and bra at us. P quickly grabbed on to them while watching his new girlfriend ungulate to the sounds of the Eagles. When she was finished dancing she left the stage and went to the back. Well we waited for a good 15 minutes bored out of our minds, but my buddy had to wait for her. After another few minutes (at least I think it was that long) my buddy said fuck it and we left. While walking around the corner by Unicornio, my buddy began laughing histerically and I found out why. P held a big black lacy bra and a small pink tank top. He had stolen her clothes. I laughed out hard, but I wanted to return them, but than again I didn't want to get arrested for stealing her clothes (imagine that in jail, busted for stealing women's clothing) so we said fuck it and went to the hotel. In the end I do feel a little bad, but I was drunk... too drunk actually so that took the edge off of my guilt. I thought this was a funny piece of information and wanted to share it with you guys. See you later!