June, 2003. The whole country seems devoid of jobs unless you want to work at Starbucks. There, you can serve coffee to the fat cats that are shipping all the jobs overseas. Now I know why it is important for a programmer to be skilled in Java. After a half-nation-wide search, I finally landed a job in San Diego. I had done temp work there previously and my connections pulled thru. As they say, its not what you know, but who you know. Its only a temp job, but it pays the bills and I can think of far worse cities to work in.

Nothing kills the sex drive like hard work. I swear, this was the first time in 5 years that I took a trip to SD without fucking a hooker. It took a couple weeks, but I was able to adjust to the new job and shake off that stressed out feeling, and headed south to TJ.

Thurday, primo day of the week, and prime time 9 to midnight, I am staring at girls along with my buddy, Fish, who lives in SD. We picked up a couple of English speakers at the Chicago Club. I introduced Pescado (Fish) to Maria (whom I took on my last April vacation) and I picked up petite Michele formerly from Long Beach CA. Michele is an 'old girl' of 36, but with the body of a 20 year old. Her experience and skill were well appreciated. "I LOVE Sex! And I can tell you love sex too." Those statements of hers pretty much reflected the experience up in the hotel...

...She stroked and sucked me over and over. When she paused to open the condom, I told her to keep sucking. "You sure? I'm going to make you come." I said "yes" and she proceeded to suck and lick and stroke even more vigourously. I grabbed a hold of her head just in time. I did not want to finish in her mouth...

The following Thursday, I am so undecided. I just could not decide who to pick up even after sitting for 2 hours at the Adelita Bar. I wandered out for dinner at Pancho Villas accompanied by Street Girl Erica (the massage specialist) in the alley. She complained how bad business was and wanted to take me upstairs for another massage. Maybe another day. I eventually found my other SG heartthrob, Monica. This is the famous petite Monica on Constitution Ave. She knew me from last April, and was happy to continue our "amour lentamente". She indeed took her time as I contracted for an extended session... ...Time for a position change, I had her stand up on the bed. She was puzzled. Seems that no guy ever asked for this position before. I had her bend over and hold onto the top of the head board. I slowly eased myself within her. I slowly pulled almost all the way out. I had to squat a bit to allow for the height difference. I began to pick up the pace. My hands were all over her narrow torso. She squirmed, "Oh! Oooh! Ahhhh! Tu LOCO!" ...

Work is fatiguing. I reconsidered just going to bed early the following Wednesday instead of the run to TJ that I had planned earlier. I had to change my MO because I paid dearly the next day at work the past 2 trips. I was no longer the long distance tourist who could stay up half the night on fuck-fests. Now I am a LOCAL (at least as long as I stay employed). I re-adjusted my strategy to be a more efficient hunt-and-peck person as I had back during my last stint as a temp worker in SD back in the late 90's. The trick is to tear oneself away and go home amid all the noise, girls and the offers to suck your cock.

I will never listen to Nellie Furtado on the radio without smiling and thinking about Andrea stripping at AB (she was formerly known as Astrid back in HK '99). Wooohoo, she was looking fine! However, I found the girl whom I had admired from a distance when I was back in High School a bazilliion years ago. Here she was at AB! (well it was not really her, but it sure looked like her. Reminded me of Lucia from High School. Spitting image!) Her name was Lorena from VeraCruz. Picture a tiny waist, large breasts, and the flattest tummy. She was a trophy. She was quite vigourous during the BJ. When I had her in doggie position, she leaned back to prevent my full thrust. I guess a girl that petite did not want to get skewered too deeply... ...She was a fine fuck, but I place her on my "maybe" repeat list because she would not let me photo her and she complained when I turned on the stage lights at the head of the bed. But oooooooh! The body on Lucia, uh, I mean Lorena! (If anyone has a photo of this one, write me at alee43@juno.com)

I intended to make one last round at AB before heading back to the USA. Wow, did I ever fall in love! I caught site of just the most prettiest prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on. Tanya! Not famous Tanya, or Hong Kong Tanya or Tanya2. No this is new Tanya, FOB from Monterrey just this week. Absolutely gorgeous. (Well, of course YMMV, and my taste runs to thin chicks, but you who go for the likes of Tanya2, SG Monica, CC Betty, or most any of the chicas from the HK class of '99, you will fall in love too.) I bought her a drink, got acquainted with her, and promised to see her next week.

(to be continued)

Alee,
You hit the spot, when you say the jobs are going overseas. You are right on the money.

In the 80s, it was blue collar manufacturing jobs which flew out of the US. In the 90s, they started shipping Call-Center jobs to India. Now, white collar software jobs are being exported. I wonder what jobs will be left here in 5 to 7 years?

I cant wait for to vote in the election next year. We need a more pro-active White House which protects the interests of the American work force. I have heard enough about let the "market place decide."

Sorry, I could not resist getting on my soap-box...

Yes, the economic woes are hitting everywhere. Just see the drop in TJ attendance. OTOH, if the economy wasn't so shitty, I would have a higher paying job and saving big time cash up in Silicone Valley instead of being in San Diego, where I have to kill time and spend my hard earned money in, in, uh, never mind. You know, I suppose the economic recession is not such a bad thing after all.

Pay is higher in bay area, but the cost of living is MUCH higher.

So, I am on my 4th week on the job as a temp worker in SD. I am adapting to my routine and have time to do a little touring. The main goal of my short gig in SD is to make as much money as I can, anticipating another long drought as far as employment to follow. These last few years, being a high tech worker is the wrong thing to be. My secondary objective is to enjoy the close proximity of TJ as long as I am employed here. Wednesday I take the short drive south. I am thinking about this Tanya chick all week, the typical symptoms of being in love/lust.

Sitting in AB awaiting Tanya's arrival is of course, a joy. I got to meet Monique. Ooooh Monique! I met another fellow tourist who lived in Carlsbad, who was quite a regular of the Zona, and espoused the qualities of Monique. Ooooh, the body on Monique. She is on my list now.

I finally caught up with Tanya after almost 2 hours of ogling chicas. I bought her a couple of drinks to become acquainted with her before getting physical upstairs. She said she is from Monterrey and is 21 years old. She had the smoothest legs under her mini... Upstairs, she displayed perhaps the closest hollywood image of beauty I have encountered. Skinny waist, huge breasts, long lean legs, long blond hair. Yes, a barbie doll. A playboy bunny. Pamela Anderson. I normally do not choose the anatomical wonder girls, but in the bar, this girl was just oozing sex sex SEX! Her performance was good, but her body was just incredible to play with and screw. I would rank her a 7 on the Betty CC performance scale. (I like to use the Betty CC scale to rate girls, especially since most of you TJ types seems to have either have done Betty or knows someone who did Betty and she is the standard that I base all my comparisons.) ... While she sucked me, I ran one of my hands away from her huge swaying breasts and began to massage between her legs. My fingers seperated her lips and became wet as I rubbed her. Finally I inserted my middle finger deep into her warm moist hole...

The next night as I lay in bed, I would think about Tanya. Tanya and her perfect surgically enhanced body. Her perfect body. Perfect, except for the C-scar. Yes, and the gold tooth. Gold tooth. I remember a girl with a gold tooth in Chicago Club. In fact her name was Tanya. I went through my photo collection and voila! Its her! Now she has longer blonder hair, and per her conversation yesterday, she is a year younger than when I met her 2 years ago. The following Wednesday, I sought her out again. I was her first customer of the evening...

That same Wednesday evening, I wandered over to the Patio Bar, recently renamed "Mermaids". They had some unattractive strippers there, and instead, I ignored tham and I saddled up next to Anna. Anna, 19 years old, long black hair, slender, raised in Tijuana and very fetching in her Mercy High School Uniform. (You folks in San Francisco may be familiar with Mercy High School). Her pitch was $100 for an all inclusive package of Massage and sex, including the hotel fee. Hmmm, very inviting. I can see paying $100 for a teenager in a Mercy High School Uniform to massage, fok and suck me. I told her that I would return next week.

The following Tuesday, I had Anna on my mind. But, first I wanted to warm up my hormones by wandering and checking out the other chicas first. I toured the streets, hit AB, and Tropical Bar. Last on the tour was CC. There, I was just utterly seduced by Pilar (For you Spanish impaired, thats pronounced Pee-LAR). Anna will have to wait another week. Pilar is from a Mexico City suburb, 22 years old, long black hair, with a slender build. She was very attractive in her bikini top and micro mini skirt. Upstairs in the room, she was a "performance" chick who worked her wiggling and stripping and groping as part of her forplay. She also was one to look you in the eye as she sucked and licked... One thing I like about CC over AB is they tend to give you more time before the intrusive knock on the door, and playing with Pilar took up more than my allotted half hour. A very fine chica, but she was another camera shy one. Dang!

Next week, Mercy High School. Maybe. Or Monique. Maybe. (to be continued)

Living out of a little suitcase is not bad really. If I were back in Silicone valley, I would work, make a rediculous commute, then work some more, then sleep. Here in San Diego, I normally work then sleep, minus the rediculous commute. I now have time for some diversions and I think about going south of the border every day. Every day. But, I limit myself to one quick run per week since my main purpose here is to build up the cash reserves. This is the reality of the NEW new economy.

Last Thursday, I headed south accompnied by my SD buddy, Fish. It is his fourth visit and he is successfully developing his technique for fending off the ladies at the Adelita Bar. Marvelous concept, turning down offers from beautifull women. If only real life was like this.

I could not get the image of the Mercy High School girls off my mind for the past 2 weeks and had to pay a visit to the Mermaids Bar accross the street from AB. It is a dark tiny bar with a circle of plush sofas surrounding the strippers' stage. Once through the entrance, the place was so dark, I could not identify Anna, whom I met and bought a drink for 2 weeks ago. However, the waiter eagerly fetched her along with my beverage. I could feel my heart racing as I watched the approach of this beautifull long legged teenager in her little plaid schoolgirl outfit. After some small talk, I struck a deal with her. The logistics in Mermaids is different from the other Zona bars like AB or CC. I accepted the comprehensive package of massage, plus woopty doopty for 1 hour at $100, including the room fee. She required $40 up front which she turned over to the bouncer. She then led me upstairs to a little room containing a bed (as opposed to a massage table). I disrobed while she left me alone for a few minutes. I waited for her, laying face down on the bed when she returned with the massage oil. She removed her skirt, boots and blouse, then knelt next to me to deliver the massage. The ensuing rubdown was pretty lame actually. She delivered more of a backrub with the massage lotion. It was obvious that this girl had no massage training. I did not care, though, since getting oiled down by a pretty girl from head to toe was quite exciting. She eventually asked me to flip over, whence she continued her handwork on the front of my legs and torso. When she was within reach, I eagerly pawed her lithe body. With her hands covered in lubricant, she continued her massage over my shaft with one hand. An evil smirk was on her face. She disrobed completely. The room was hot. Her work was making her sweat. I continued running my hands all over her wet sweaty body. Her wet skin was so smooth and soft... {fade out to romantic music}

After regaining my senses and vision, I offered to massage her, which she readily accepted. I taught her basic nursing massage, which she will hopefully use on future clients. I can see visiting Mermaids again and perhaps repeating with young Anna. She was not very adept at either the art of massage or lovemaking, and she wanted the lights off, but she had a good attitude and let me take some photos. Although we used up more than an hour in the room, there was no knock on the door (although this may be due to a slow midweek evening). The $60 balance was not paid until the conclusion of the session.

I caught up with Fish on his way to the Chicago Club. We sat with a new acquaintance at CC. I don't remember the guy much, but I DO remember his date, Stephanie. Stephanie, the new kid at CC. Been at work only 1 day there. I put this good looker on my mental 'to do' list. I realize I am still enamored with Pilar, my previous week's encounter, who stood off in the distance from our booth. My God, that chica looks hot. Fish invited Karina to our booth for a drink. (Thats the blond thin Karina from Sonora, for those who know her) He took the senorita bonita upstairs for fun and games, and reported another fine time.

The following Tuesday, for the second visit in a row, I had the pleasure of having the company of a fellow tourist. "Dr Planet" arrived at AB just 10 minutes prior my own arrival. Once again, I can ogle and compare notes and observations with someone (normally I wander solo, except of course when I find a "date"). I dodged Tanya3 at AB to do somebody new at CC. Tanya was looking really fine though. Sheesh, these girls are starting to recognize me more! I was also eyeing petite little Brenda. All I can say is 'wowowowowow!' When I get off my recent "can only do a new girl tonight" kick, I will pounce her again. We did the comprehensive rounds of the zona, hitting the main bars, and a few of the little bars. We had a fine time touring the zona. I showed him the 'new' Mermaids bar. But I think that would only work if you are memsmerized by young girls in Mercy High School uniforms like I am. The doctor and I parted ways when I headed back to CC to find Stephanie.

I met CC Stephanie last week on her 2nd day on the job, but this girl was no shy newbie. Turns out she used to do exotic dance at the Blackjack bar in Cancun. Stephanie is perhaps 5'3" with long reddish brown hair, 22 years old. She is just the way I like 'em, nice and petite, with heavy slutty eye makeup. I was a bit perturbed at her opening bid of $70. I had to have her repeat it a few times as I thought my Spanish skills were fading or something (I kept thinking, "hmm, I thought thats pronounced 'sesenta'. What's this 'setenta'?). After re-adjusting the fee to an acceptable $60, I took her on upstairs for a wild ride. Nope, this girl was no newbie as a sex worker. She made fine use of her pierced bejewled tongue and her bare shaven pussy... { camera fades again to romantic music, theme from 'Love story'}

(to be continued)

I am still employed the following week! I just read in the news that the bay area accounted for 14% of the job losses nationwide the last few years. Sheesh! I should really be wise and save my hooker money. OTOH....

I was pleased to be able to ogle the photo I took last week of Stephanie in the Chicago Club. Each glance encouraged me to head to TJ. Finally, on Wednesday I broke down and made a return tour. Having spent consecutive visits to either the Adelita Bar or Chicago Club or both, I decided to avoid the #1 and #2 most popular whoring spots and restrict myself to one of the smaller bars. After a brief swing by Mermaids, just to get my blood boiling while admiring all of the 'schoolgirls' there, I camped at Tropical. To me, this was a mini-version of AB but with not quite the same percentage of high quality hotties as either CC or AB. Although I had a fine time staring at girls and lusting over the strippers, the low volume of girls did not hold my interest after an hour and I began to prowl the streets.

Across from the Miami Bar in the alley, I discovered Carla. I have been eyeing this girl for months now and finally decided to do something about it. She is a petite 5'2" 20 year old (or so she says) with short dark hair. I negotiated for sucky fucky full nude session and gave her the same offer I am currently using on the Street Girls. I tell them that I prefer to make love very slowly and if we exceed the 20 minute time limit, I will pay them more cash. This normally buys me a better SG session. Her body was a delight to play with, but her performance was unspectacular, which encouraged me to cutoff the session by bearing down on her for a climax just before the the 20 minute mark. I feel that I got what I paid for ($25) and held back on the tip money because she hid her face when I tried to get a photo of her.

Before crossing back too the USA that evening, I discovered cute little Rosa. Rosa is another petite 20 yr old SG from MX City and stands right at the end of the alley near the police station. (Yes, hooking near the police station. Is this a great country or what!) She was very fetching in her little mini-dress and I made a promise to see her next week.

A week later on the following Thursday night, I sought out Rosa, who was vacant from her spot near the police station. Perhaps one of the cops took her upstairs for "questioning". Still on my "avoid AB and CC" phase, I camped out at Las Chevales to determine the quality of sex partners there. Similar to my experience the week before at Tropical, there were some nice looking ladies there, but with the absence of the constant mind boggling whirlwind variety of hotties characteristic of either CC or AB, Las Chevales could only hold my interest for about an hour. I exited, remembering that a couple weeks prior, I had accepted one of the business cards that the obnoxious dudes on the corner of Couilla and Constitution were handing out. You know, the guys that hassle everybody walking by, "massage, sex cheep... blah blah blah". I dug it out of my pocket later to ogle the picture on it. I actually read the damn thing. "$20 massage". Heck, what do I have to lose? I decided to explore this possibility. The place is named Campamentos and is located in the alley right behind LaTropa bar. OK, here are the logistics. You walk in and have a seat on the big white sofa in the middle of the parlor. A dozen girls line up in front of you and introduce themselves. You pick out the girl you like and hand her $40. In my case, I handed my discount coupon and $20. I picked slender youthfull Christina out of the lineup. I never did a girl in cornrows before and this one had a hot little body. She took me to the little room then left to get her basket of goodies (towels, oils, lotion, condoms, and who knows what else). I laid down nude on the massage table awaiting for her to come back. She returned after a few minutes, stripped to her undies and delivered a massage. The massage was a REAL massage. A pleasant surprise! When she finished, she asked if I wanted any more services. Of course! Her asking price was $100. I said it was too much and countered with $60. She countered with $70. What followed was a session that rivals any of the best sessions I have had to date from either CC or AB and there was absolutely no time pressure.

...I was laying on my back as she climbed back up on the table. She knelt with my head between her knees and did a little exotic dance as I ran my hands up and down her torso. Her pussy is undulating mere inches from my face... {romantic music fades in, theme from Romeo and Juliette} ... She is standing straight legged while bent over, resting her elbows on the massage table. I need to crouch just a little to comfortably thrust into her from behind. I study the expression on her face in the reflection from the large mirror that is up against the table. She looks me in the eye and gives me an evil grin...

Whatever you do, do NOT toss out that discount card because they are not handing them out anymore. Christina ranks an '8' on the Betty CC performance scale. The only drawback was that she would not allow a photo showing a frontal face shot (although I managed some semi nude and a facial profile shot). Another drawback was that the massage table ( a REAL massage table) was kind of small and you can't roll all over it like on a real bed while fucking. OTOH the massage table height was just right for doing that rear entry standing position. Yaaaaaa! (oh, and BTW, the place is carpeted, i.e. much better when doing the standing position).

The next Tuesday night, I finally got off my "avoid CC and AB" kick. The Senator was coming to town! We hung out at AB over drinks swapping TJ stories and evaluating the evening's parade of female flesh. Senator and I sat in one of the 'island' booths adjacent to Hottie Central in AB in view of the main dance floor. It was wonderfull to sit in that location. Surrounded on 4 sides by girls. Bad girls. Girls that smoke. Girls that drink Taquila. Girls wearing slutty makeup. Girls that wore revealing mini-dresses, too-low cut jeans, badly fitting halter tops, bra-less. The kind of girls I would never dream of bringing home to mother. Bad girls. So many bad girls. Simply wonderfull. What a fantasy situtation this was. All one needed to do, was point out a sex partner, and fuck her. All the girls were hungry for business. Even Famous Bad Norma was giving me her 'come-on'. In truely rude whoremonger fashon, I suddenly abandoned our conversation, and trained my radar lock on a lithe beauty in a little orange halter top. Her name was Gabriella, 19 years old with golden streaked brown hair. The ensuing interview went very well. She was very receptive to my attention and gave me little touches and kisses to encourage me. The decision to accelerate our relationship upstairs was very easy.

...I gently kissed her neck and shoulders. We were both facing the mirror. First one of her halter straps dropped off her shoulder, then the other. I paused to admire the view in the mirror when her top was removed. Cupping a breast in each hand, I continued to kiss her... {fade out again to romantic music}

Although only a 6.5 on the Betty CC performance scale, I placed this girl on my mental 'repeat' list. Her body was just too hot to write off. She also allowed some photos too. In my book, allowing photos greatly accentuates the possibility of a repeat. Back in the bar, we rejoined the Senator over drinks and to do some more cuddling (Gabriela and myself, not the Senator).

Senator and I wandered the streets to continue the female flesh review, exchanging information and making speculations on the various StreetGirls observed. Lo and behold, I rediscovered Rosa, still leaning up against the walls near the police station. Once again, I made a "semi-date" to see her next week. Our tour continued to the Chicago Club where our chica discussion was joined by his buddy, Erip. I was having too too much fun and it took a lot of willpower to drag myself away to the cabs outside for the return to reality. It was after midnight, and for the past hour a little voice inside me kept telling me that I better get back to get some sleep to prepare for work tomorow.

To conserve funds, I have been parking in the $4 parking lot on San Ysidro Blvd next to the Jack-in-the-Box. I finally had my 10th parking reciept which allowed me free parking on a Wednesday evening a week later. I used to park free on the street across from the Outlet shopping center, but since I had a break-in last year, I don't do that anymore. I think I figured out the local busses too. Shunning the taxis, I was walking into the Zona until just recently, since the days are shortening and walking there alone in the dark makes me nervous. After crossing the border, if you head south 1 block from the new McDonald's Restaurant, there is a collection of busses, complete with barkers hollering "El Centro. El Centro..." during rush hour. For 50 cents, they take you to 3rd and Constitution. From there, walk 2 blocks to 1st and Constitution, the edge of the red zone. Not bad!

I returned to AB still in lust with Gabriella from the week before. After an hour of observation, and without finding Gabriella, I left AB to take a walk. Lo and behold, there was Rosa, again standing at her post by the police station. And here I am, finally to see her with a full load of money and sperm! And she even remembers my name! I reminded her of the deal we cut three weeks ago, full service nude for $20, and of course since I wanted to do her slowly, I would pay for overtime (over the standard SG 20 minute block). With such a deal, she had no desire to make me cum fast.

...I sat on the edge of the bed. She stood before me, between my knees naked. I ran my hands over the sides of her body, over her chest, down her flat tummy, around her thighs, calfs, ankles, then worked my hands back up again. I had her turn sideways to enjoy her profile. I paused with a hand cupping her buttocks and her breasts simultaneously, then continued to feel up her whole body again. Next, I spun her around again so that she faced away from me. In this position, I continued exploring her backside, also reaching around occasionally to knead her soft chest. I had her face me again. The molestation and petting continued. I seperated her legs a bit as she stood before me. I sent a rude finger right up her vagina. I sank it as deep as I could inside her soft hole, then began a slow finger fuck. Over the next few minutes, I could feel her moistening... {Another romantic music interlude} ... Yet, another position change. I sat back, dangling my feet over the edge of the bed and instructed her to impale herself upon me in an upright position with her feet toward my back. Once she was penetrated, I stood up and carried her. I placed both hands under her buttocks and worked her up and down. She embraced my neck tightly to keep from falling. She was so petite, so light... {Camera fades out, romantic music continues...}

I rate little Rosa a 6.9 on the Betty CC performance scale, and I would have rated her higher but she lost a tenth of a point for spitting on the floor after the blowjob. I paid her an extra $20 with the idea of giving her a larger tip, but unfortunately, she refused to be photographed. Still, a great deal, at $40 for 40 minutes of sex-aerobics (at least for WE who have not made it to LOS or PI yet!)

I am reaching the 'official' end of my contract position. Hopefully, this temp job here in San Diego is extended at least another couple of months. We shall see.
-A

I got a good chuckle, at the idea of Tanya dying her hair, and thereby becoming 3 years younger!

While I've not yet splurged for the $110 mermaids, I too enjoy eyeballing a hottie in a lil' Catholic School Girl Uniform.

Thanks! Enjoyed your stories! Hope the job thing works out. You've probably heard the saying, "Youth is wasted on the young." Personally, I kinda think that, "Retirement is wasted on the old." I want to have the time and money to screw around now, while I still have the energy to do so!

A.w.e.s.o.m.e report.

I would rank her a 7 on the Betty CC performance scale. (I like to use the Betty CC scale to rate girls, especially since most of you TJ types seems to have either have done Betty or knows someone who did Betty and she is the standard that I base all my comparisons.) ...

Holy fucking shit, I know what you are talking about. She was either the gold standard, the death wish standard, or both, depending on how you view it. I wrote about her in my Pulp F*r*i*c*t*i*o*n report from maybe 6 months ago.

Anyway, good stuff...

Bull W.,
Would that be your "Michelle, not her real fake name"?