Warning Long Post!

The Capt’n made a visit to the Zona July 9, 2003.

There I said it………and I am glad I did !

I have been frequenting the working ladies of Mexico for over 30 years, but this is my first Trip Report in many years. Long before Hombre, Juan’s, or Redsnake, in the days when BOT, and Chubasco were regulars and ASPT was strong, and Bars like El Inferno were actually a destination. I scoured the Zona on a regular basis with many other mongers.

I made several friends, some of which spilled over into my non-mongering life. Until one day one of these “friends” began to harass me, call my work, show up at my casa……………you get the picture. This ultimately resulted in some unplesentries involving law enforcement and medical attention for him. This is why I do not post, and have been a loner in the Zona for many, many years.

Yet, once again I feel compelled to share a trip with my fellow mongers, if only to share how unpredictable TJ can be. I had about a week to plan this trip, contacted PoP to see if we might connect( we have tried since he was a newbie, but alas have never succeeded), even posted here to possibly connect with a fellow monger. I don’t know if it is father time, a newfound belief in fellow mongers, or just the stories of Milky, and Ben, but I was interested in possibly connecting with a fellow monger.

I arrived at 9am, parked at World Parking, and reviewed my normal course of action. Typically I have breakfast at Ricardo’s, and then walk to the Zona. Partake in a SG to get the edge off and then settle into a TB-AB-HK mode till early afternoon. Usually get a massage at Aztec around 1pm, and then wonder around Rev for a bit till I am ready to hit a MP for FS, or back to the Zona. A short nap at Villa Z, and I am ready for whatever our Latin neighbors have in store for the Capt’n.

I walked to Ricardo’s and spent a leisurely hour relaxing, and watching TJ go by. Then walked along Rev. It is interesting how much Rev has changed, yet stayed very much the same. Across from the Jai Lai I was approached by a barker about a massage. I think the place is called Paris. I stuck my head in and 6 ladies lined up ala Exectiveo style. There were 2 chunkys, 3 cuties, and one show stopper. $40, 1 hour nude massage they barked. It was interesting, yet I was full, and needed to walk off some food before I was ready to partake in the sweets.

I stopped for a Cuban coffee, and worked my way to the alley, exchanging smiles and winks with the available talent, then to Tropical for some Pacifico’s (I am so glad they all carry this cervesa now), to peruse the available sweet young things. There is something about the site of early 20 something Latina that just floats the Capt.’s boat.

After a few cold ones, I crossed to AB’s and back to the alley to explore some more. Then tried Mermaids, but was told that they would not open till 4-5PM. Spent a few hours making the rounds, touching and feeling for all the Capt’n could muster. It was approaching 2 Pm, I hadn’t gotten laid, nor been to Aztec for my massage, and I really didn’t care. The smoke in AB was really giving me a hard time (there was father time again) and I ended up walking the Zona on the prowl for a sweet SG.

It had gotten oppressively hot, and the Capt’n needed AC and shade. I decided to try P & B , I don’t frequent strip clubs much, but the goal was cool, dark, and yes cool. Well being early afternoon, it was empty, and they pounced on me the moment I entered. Beer, tip, lady drink, even offered to turn the fan on for $8 ! I all but flew out the door, and made the cruise toward Madonna’s, thought it should be cool in there, and a little less pushy. Well before I even entered, the doorman wanted a tip, I share a few choice descriptives and stuck my head into an empty, hot, club, and set sails back toward Rev.

I proceeded down Rev, past the Jai Lai, and was really considering just setting sails for the border, when a barker looked me dead in the eye and said “ Cold Cervesa, A-i-r C-o-n-d-i-t-i-o-n-i-n-g”. Upon hearing those magic words, I entered and sat in an oversize chair, I didn’t even know the name of the bar until a waiter asked me what I wanted to drink.

It was Lord Black, I did not know it existed, nor would I have cared, but it was cool, dark, and the 2x1 Pacificos were Ice cold. I was about 10 feet from the stage, there was 1 girl lying across 2 chairs near the bar, and an American couple near the pool table.

No Pussy, No dancers, and I didn’t fuckin care. I was cool , the music was familiar, and all was right in the Capt’n’s bones. Just about the time the first beer was history, a young hard-body plopped herself across my lap, and made herself at home. Well, I must have had a look of fright, as the little thing jumped up and started apologizing. I guess I was almost asleep when she sat down. After both of us gained our composure (ok, after I did), we laughed and exchanged pleasantries.

She was 23 yro, from Guadalajara, no kids, Reddish Blonde hair, about 5’7. Beautiful light golden skin, and a face that would stop your heart. Her body was flawless, except for enhanced breasts, but even they were done tastefully, about a full 34 “C”. She wore a blue and white bikini, and had a flawless ass. I was hooked, line and rod! The Capt’n was in serious trouble, and the little lass could read it in my eyes.

We would talk, I would explore, and she would fondle, rub, and massage. Every time I would look into her face, she had a little devilish smile, and her eyes would sparkle. It was that look that said- I am going to rock your world ! Yet no mention of money, lap dance, or a drink, was made.

Now a dancer was on the stage and my sweet asked me if I thought the dancer had a nice body. She would trace her fingers on the Capt’s mast as she asked about each part of the dancer’s body. Then after almost 1 hour she asked me if I would buy her a drink, shit $7 for this company, hell yes! As she reeled me in for the kill, she massaged my shoulders, and ground her perfect ass into my lap. Then she began her sales pitch. $10, for this $20 upstairs, etc, etc, etc. Shit- I was ready to bolt out the door, reality had thrown me against the wall. Then she started to laugh, and whispered that she would have to go if I did not get a dance, Bla, Bla, Bla. My disappointment was quite obvious, when she said 3 songs for $20, and if you don’t like, it is free. Well, I am no dummy and 3 songs for $20 with this tasty dish was a bargain, so fuck-it, lets rock and roll.

She took my hand and went upstairs, and it was all the Capt.’s could do to just walk erect, due to another erect. The $ was paid and she took me all the way to the back. She whispered that she was very erotic, and lightly traced my ear with her tongue. When the music started she went through a normal lap dance routine, again my thoughts went from her beauty, to this is a lot of work on her part for a stinkin lap dance. Then she led me into the hall in front of the mirror, yelled for the door man to go away, and guided my hands, one across her breasts which were freed from their cover, the other down her bottoms, which were moist and warm.

Three songs passed, and she was using me as her own masturbation toy. Wetness ran down her legs, as she came with force, then she guided me back into a booth and proceeded to handle the Capt.’s mast. This continued until another “dancer” and client came upstairs. She then whispered “you like?” and we headed downstairs. The waiter came over, another round, and she excused herself. Even in the dim light, I could see she was drenched with the essence of her sweet flower.

She returned with a new bikini and a big grin across her pretty face, and then plopped across my lap. I couldn’t stop staring, here was this young beautiful, hard body, just staring at me with a devilish grin, wiggling her fanny across the Capt’s lap.

She then excused herself as it was her turn to dance, but before she left she gave me a squeeze and said “ you do not leave, I am not done with you”. As she danced for the one other patron, and me, I thought about my day, the time, and my plans for the night. All the while watching this little hard body go through the motions. More people began to come in, and now there was several girls moving around the place. The atmosphere changed to a normal strip club, and I was getting antsy. When she was finished, she went upstairs (a different set of stairs) and came down with a purse, shorts, and a top on. She smiled at me and went out the door.

I sat for a minute, and thought that for a total of $50, I spent multiple hours with a beautiful, young Latina, odd, but it all seemed “OK”, even though she was gone. I finished the last of my cervesa, and went out the door, flipping the doorman a tip, for the tip hours earlier. I turned right ready to hit the VZ, and get ready for the night, as I approached the corner neat TJ Tilley’s (I think that’s the name) I feel arms around my waist, and to my surprise there was my little hard-body, all smiles, and prettier than ever. Where were you she cried, I waited for you, well the Capt’n must be getting old, as I had no clue that this was her plan. She said she had gotten off early, cause her time of the month, or as she put it, “her little friend had come”. Then with a wink, and that Cheshire grin she bounced that she was hungry and could we eat.

To be continued…………………………………


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Ahoy, Capt'n. Welc'm back, whoever you are.

I have thoroughly enjoyed chapter 1 and look forward "to the rest of the story".

I find it interesting that someone nods off at a strip bar in the afternoon. It sounds like something I would do.

Also, did you wash your hands before you left the bar?

Hi Ben,

Nodding was easy, the place was all but empty, and the AC and dim lights were way to comforting. And yes as a matter of fact I visted the head before I left.

I will finish the report on Friday, as I will have some time.

Capt'n

I am also eagerly awaitng chapter two. Great stuff.

Thanks for the report.

Batster1