Wednesday, 3/20/02

In the morning, I had to deal with residual effects of the prior evening's road mishap. I exchanged the old car and its donut-sized front tire for a new one. There was a lot of red tape involved, and it was almost noon before I made it back out onto the road with a new set of wheels.

After a quick nap in the hotel room and lunch, it was time to finally get my adventure underway. As I headed south, the anticipation began to build. I think I'm at an ideal stage in my Zona life. It's new enough that everything seems fresh and novel; yet at the same time, I know what I want, where to go, and how to get it.

At 2:15, I pulled into World Parking. It was a bright sunny day and the temperature was about 75 degrees. Quite a difference from the cold, drab East Coast, and I'm not just talking about the weather.

I elected to take the Mexicoach bus into TJ. That required me to backtrack on foot to the bus stop at Border Station Parking. The bus trip in allows you to take a slight detour through the streets of TJ, allowing the drama to build.

I struck up a conversation with a few fellow passengers. They were tourists, first-time TJ visitors who knew nothing at all about the downtown area, nor where to go once they got there. They also had numerous questions about getting back to the border afterwards. Now, in no way do I consider myself a storehouse of TJ knowledge at this stage of the game. But it sure was fun talking with these wide-eyed newbies. Especially since one of them was an attractive blonde. I wondered if I'd have an opportunity to get lucky before I even got to the Zona.

The inside of the Mexicoach bus terminal is a caricature of Tijuana itself, skewed to cater to tourists' first impressions. Rows of small souvenir shops, with the proprietor of each standing outside hawking his or her goods. It's a scrubbed, sterilized environment, which seems to be an attempt by the management at putting TJ's best foot forward. And, it's accentuated by the immaculate (by TJ standards) restroom upstairs, which admittedly I utilized on several occasions during this visit, despite the twenty-five cent "urine tax".

I walked through the main entrance on Revo, onto the sidewalk. Immediately to my right was a zebra-striped donkey, with a photographer trying to get me to pose (and pay) for a picture. Down the street to the left, I saw barkers trying to pull customers into their establishments. I smiled to myself. I was really back! My final destination required a left turn upon exiting, but I turned right instead, for I wanted to locate Las Pulgas, site of the coming Saturday's board members' convention. I had never been that far down Revo before.

Having found the place, I subsequently headed north on Revo, and the next pit stop was the Internet café near 2nd Street, under Azteca Massage. This was another place I would be visiting frequently. Then it was on toward the Zona.

I headed down Constitucion toward the alley. I was accosted by a short older guy who spoke English and introduced himself as Texas Mike. Uh-oh… I had heard about this dude. He tried to redirect me into the alley, saying he knew of some "really hot girls", but I was headed for Adelitas and nothing was gonna stop me. He followed me around the corner, through the taco stands and almost to the front of AB before giving up the chase. I parted those magical curtains, and re-entered a world I had been away from for too long.

As always, I paused for a minute upon entering and allowed my eyes to adjust. It was about 3:30; the bar was active but not terribly crowded.. As a lone gringo, I knew I could expect a waiter to pounce on me immediately under those conditions. This time was no exception. I ordered a coke and started to stroll around.

I kept an eye out for familiar faces and bodies, but sighted none initially. I made a few laps around the bar, then took a seat at the upper bar, and swung around and faced the stage. My usual shark-bait, come-and-get-me position.

A few minutes passed; then, a fairly tall lady with blonde hair (which I found out later was a wig) appeared in front of me. She was wearing a black pants outfit, which accentuated a nice body. She had a pretty face, but when she smiled, she displayed less than perfect teeth. As a dedicated board reader, I knew exactly what I was about to hear. "Hello, baby," she said. "I am Angela."

I smiled back at her. For the first time, I had encountered La Tiburona. I had set myself up as shark bait, and in the process, had lured over the most famous shark of them all.

Still, I found her intriguing. I offered to buy her a drink, and we moved to a nearby booth. She launched into her sales pitch. "Wanna go on a hawnymoon with me?" she purred.

Too soon, I thought. I just got here. Let's not rush into things; I have four full days. But I must say, I found Angela appealing. I can overlook some physical imperfections if I feel a vibe. And with Angela, I felt that vibe.

So I told her, "Maybe later." She took it very well. "Okay, you like me to come back later, then?" she smiled.

"Yes," I replied.

She got up and left, and I decided to go outside and walk around for a bit.

As soon as I passed outside through the curtains, Texas Mike pounced on me. I had been inside AB for a half hour, and I swear, it appeared as if he had been waiting for me the whole time. So I slowed down and listened to him. I had no intention of taking him up on his offer to show me around the Zona, for I already had my agenda laid out. But I didn't want to be rude.

I realized pretty quickly that the guy knows the Zona inside out. I told him I was headed over to Revo. Of course, the request for payment followed. I gave him a buck, hoping that would shake him. He asked for two. I declined, then headed up the hill on Constitucion. I vowed to avoid Texas Mike in the future; my feeling is that any knowledge he might be able to impart is not worth the hassle of having him following you around everywhere.

I spent a little more time in the Internet café. But when I'm in TJ, I can't seem to stay away from Adelitas for very long. A short while later, I was in front of those curtains once again. Before I could part them, they opened from the inside, and out stepped Candi, in her trademark light blue floral print dress. She was being escorted upstairs by some lucky guy. I was amazed that she appeared to recognize me, even though I had done nothing more than exchange smiles with her the last time I was in town.

Inside, I looked for Angela, knowing that if she was still in the bar, she'd likely find me before I found her. But some other guy had found her first; I watch him lead her outside, on their way upstairs.

The nice thing about Adelitas is that when one target leaves, there are plenty of others to pursue. I saw another lady I recognized near the back: Monserrat, who I think is strikingly beautiful. She was dressed rather casually on this day in a black top and jeans, and was chatting with a couple of guys in a booth, but appeared to be wrapping up the conversation.

I moved to position myself appropriately. And then I was ambushed. Waylaid. A chica appeared out of nowhere, right in front of me, and I didn't stand a chance.

She was Maribel; I had spoken with her during my August visit, even bought her a couple of drinks, but didn't go upstairs with her. She had long straight dark brown hair, fair skin, and possibly the most flirtatious eyes I've ever seen in my life. She also had the hands of an octopus; they were all over me. I was impressed that she remembered me, but she was not about to let me stop at drinks this time. She had me where she wanted me, and she knew it.

"Let's get closer," Maribel said devilishly, still flirting with her eyes. Okay, I thought. That's a nice euphemism. I was in the mood for "getting closer", myself, so I motioned that we head on upstairs.

In the room, I wasn't disappointed; she looked better with her clothes off. I lay back on the bed and she straddled me. She continued to devour me with those soft yet piercing eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair. Eventually she leaned forward and planted kisses all over my face; I responded in kind. She allowed no lip kissing, which was the only negative of this session.

Suddenly, Maribel slid off of me and moved south, taking me into her mouth. It wasn't bad, not at all, and she combined it with some rather skillful ball licking. She worked on me for about ten minutes. Then she pulled up and began rubbing her ample breasts all over the lower part of my torso. At some point, she cleverly slipped a condom onto me; I didn't even notice it. She straddled me once more and began to ride me vigorously. I was getting close at this point, but I tried to hold out as long as possible. We switched to doggie, and after several more minutes, I finally succumbed and surrendered my ejaculate just as the knock on the door came. Not a bad session for starters... not at all. I made up my mind that if I had a chance to repeat with Maribel later on, I'd do it.

I offered to buy her a drink downstairs afterward, and she took me up on it. Maribel is a smart girl who speaks excellent English. She was a little concerned that I had taken so long to finish, and repeatedly asked me about it. "Don't you like me?" But I was more than happy. She is a sweetheart and a tigress in the room.

I said goodbye to Maribel, and made my way outside. I was walking back towards Revo when, on the spur of the moment, I decided to do some exploring. From Constitucion, I took a detour into the alley. Hard to believe, but this was the first time I had ever cruised the alley. I had gotten scarcely fifty feet in when a street girl called over to me, "Want a blow?" Nothing like being subtle. It goes without saying that I declined, so soon after making whoopee with Maribel.

It was getting dark. I passed by Miami and Hong Kong, walked almost all the way to the end of the alley, just taking in the whole scene. This is a side of the Zona I had never experienced before. Chaotic, dynamic, never dull.

I looked at my watch. It was 7:00 and I was hungry. Dinnertime, I thought. I remembered those excellent tacos at Maria Candelaria at 3rd and Revo. And I found them to be just as good as before.

I was in the mood for doing a little more exploring, so I headed south on Revo. It's a different environment at night. It's less touristy, and as a result, the bar hawkers are more aggressive.

I passed Sans Souci, where the same barker accosted me for the third time since my arrival that afternoon. "Teety bar! Nice girls inside!" he bellowed in my direction.

I was feeling a little ornery. "Are they real girls?" I shot back.

His reply was a classic. "Does it matter?"

I considered all the ramifications of that retort for quite a while afterward, and I didn't like any of them.

Eventually, I found myself near the south end of Revo, not far from Las Pulgas. I could feel Adelitas calling me back. Not the bar itself, but the memory of someone who had treated me so well all those months ago. Someone who had showed me the time of my life... twice. Someone who, in my mind, had come to represent the best of the Zona Norte.

I knew that this was the time when Elisa usually began her shift.

I opted to spend the five bucks and take a cab back to AB. It was 8:30 or so. The area in front of the curtains was fully illuminated. This was the AB that I was more familiar with... the nighttime version. I could feel my heart beating faster; memories began to flood my mind.

I stepped inside. It was crowded, but the first thing that struck me was the extremely unfavorable male/female ratio. Lots of guys, not too many ladies. There was nothing familiar to be taken in at first glance, so I circled the room. Then, having inspected every corner, nook and cranny, I sat down near the upper bar.

A perky, light-skinned brunette in a white top and black pants approached me. Her name was Teresa, and though my mind was elsewhere, I smiled and greeted her. She tried her best to get me upstairs, but at this point, I was having none of it.

I grew restless, and decided to go outside for a minute and get a breath of fresh air. I received three or four offers for a shoe shine. A bedraggled woman, holding something under a blanket, asked me for some money for her "baby". I got the distinct feeling that whatever was under that blanket, it sure wasn't a baby. I declined, and she blew a raspberry in my face.

I re-entered the bar, and moved to turn left. I took a couple of steps, and then stopped as if I had seen a ghost. And indeed, I had.

She was wearing a white top and a short, light blue skirt. She smiled, then put her hands on her hips and gave me a "where have you been all this time" look. Elisa!

Before I could even give her a hug, she was already counting off the months on her fingers. "One...two...three..." She feigned anger, but her smile gave her away.

Shortly thereafter, I found myself sitting with her in a booth in the back, near the men's room. Our drinks had arrived. Elisa had begun to update me on what she had been up to since my last visit... slow business since 9/11, a two-month visit to her hometown over Christmas, when all of a sudden, Angela passed by. The two ladies, obviously close friends, greeted each other, and then Angela saw me and let out a shriek. All three of us started cracking up.

A seemingly insignificant occurrence, but I view it as one of those "Zona moments" to be stored away in the memory bank.

The interim between visits was melting away for me; I began to feel as I had never left. Here I was, once again, in Elisa's company. The old reliable. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

A couple of rounds of drinks, and then it was out the door and up the stairs. "Hora?" she asked on the way up. I nodded contentedly as I paid the guy at the desk. Elisa asked for and received two towels... I can't tell you how much I appreciate that.

I closed the door and turned around, and she already had her top off. "You miss me?" she asked. That question may as well have been rhetorical. I buried my face between her breasts, and she spent the next 45 minutes or so showing me that she had lost none of the spunk that I remembered. Not that I expected her to have lost it.

We had a few minutes left before the knock, and I related my agenda for the rest of the week. I recalled how on my prior visit, some foot-dragging on my part had deprived me of some "quality time" with Elisa. I wasn't about to let that happen again, so right away, I went for the gusto. "All night," I asked her, "tomorrow or Friday? You choose."

She thought it over, and selected Thursday, the following night. I would have preferred to push it off till later in my visit, but I understood the situation. She earned a good chunk of her money on Friday and Saturday, and I didn't want to keep her away from that.

My initial inclination was to find a hotel room in TJ the following night, and I told her so. However, I detected a preference on her part to stay at the Hotel Coahuila. I didn't push the issue, and agreed to stay there. At that point, I was just happy to secure the TLN.

Downstairs, we had one more drink. I asked her what time she would like to meet the following night. "I start work at 7," she said matter-of-factly, then winked at me.

She wanted to begin the all-nighter at 7? "I better get a good night's sleep tonight," I thought to myself.

But now, in the present, it was time for Elisa to get back to work, and time for me to do some roaming of my own. She pinched the sides of my cheeks and gave me a quick, light kiss on the lips. "Mañana," she cooed, scrunching up her nose. Then she sauntered off.

I got up, then split the curtains and headed over to Chicago Club.

It was about 10:30 when I entered CC. I had heard that this place was in decline, but I was far from disappointed when I entered. The techno-dance music was booming, and the place was lively without being packed. Alexia, the long-haired blonde dancer, was performing on the stage. I stopped to watch. What a knockout she is.

My favorite part of CC is in the back, in the booths adjacent to the rear third of the bar. There are a few girls who hang out there that I like. Number one is a blonde, medium height, with short hair and light skin. On this night, she was wearing silver glittery shorts and a matching top. Hottie number two is also a blonde with fairly short, close-cut hair, a penchant for wearing long skirts, and possibly the prettiest face I've ever seen on a Zona girl. I was never able to learn the name of either one.

Number one went upstairs three times in the 90 minutes I was at CC that night. Number two never went upstairs, but spent the whole time chatting with girlfriends.

I find the girls at CC to be less accessible and harder to approach than the AB girls. I spent more time at CC this time than on previous trips, and it wasn't until late in my visit that I discovered that a different approach was called for. You can't play shark-bait at CC like you can at AB.

At least most of the time. There is an exception to every rule. The exception on this occasion was a small, shapely brunette named Patricia, clad in a white top and black pants, and she was about to provide me with an unexpected treat.

Patricia pulled up close to me, and I quickly became mesmerized by her bedroom eyes. The look of wanton lust emanating from them rivaled what I saw from Maribel earlier in the day. I felt a major vibe.

I knew that another session was probably out of the question. My cash reserves for the day were getting low, and I keep my ATM card in my hotel room north of the border when I visit TJ. But I had to buy Patricia a drink, if for no other reason than to lay the groundwork for a session later in the week.

We sat at the bar, and quickly were brought drinks. Patricia slipped off the stool and approached me. She turned her back to me, and immediately began rubbing her hips into my crotch... vigorously and without any reservation. Mr. Johnson immediately sprang to action. Yeeeeooow!

Then she turned around and faced me. Holding her face about two inches from mine, she focused the energy from those incredibly expressive eyes directly into mine. While partially sitting on my lap, she repeated the same procedure frontally. For what seemed like several minutes, she ground herself into me. She nearly got me off right then and there. I don't know what was the bigger turn-on... her rhythmic grinding or those haunting eyes.

She never uttered a word the whole time; it was me who spoke first. "Will you be here on Friday?" I asked her, remembering that I had plans for the following night.

"Yes," Patricia replied. I watched her slink away. I penciled her onto my mental to-do list, which was rapidly growing.

Who says you can't get a lap dance at CC? And for the price of a ficha.

It was midnight, and I decided to call it a night and head for the border. I hailed a cab outside of CC.

I had expected long waits at the border. The level of security was much higher than I remembered. But on this night, I got through customs in about two minutes. I vowed that I would attempt to make all northbound border crossings at this time of the night, if at all possible.

Thus endeth the first full day of my trip. And at that stage of the game, my mindset was about as "horizontal" as could be.

Angela wears a WIG??? It doesn’t grow that way naturally?

“Are they real girls?” “Does it matter?” “I considered all the ramifications of that retort for quite a while afterward, and I didn't like any of them.” Verry funny.

“It was about 10:30 when I entered CC. I had heard that this place was in decline, but I was far from disappointed when I entered.” Shhh! Don’t tell everyone.