A Street Girl Named Desire

Saturday I'm determined to snatch ben's "not favorita", I'm beginning to look upon this as a personal challenge. This chica, by her absence, has really increased her allure, and I really want to beat up on ben about nailing her. To be honest, Ben is not concerned about this girl, and although he considers her a friend, does not share my enthusiasm for her charms.

But again I am frustrated, she is absent from the bar, and although many of the other chicas try to interest me in a "ben's not favorita substitute", I try to hold out for the real thing, although one or two girls do show some promise. I do however get interested in the strip show, and grab a table by the dance floor. Being the only gringo in the place, I get lots of attention from the performers. (Hell, I'm the only source of income in the place.) As I watch the rotation, other chicas come and go, and one chica in particular catches my eye.

Tanya is not particularly young, attractive or svelte. But she does have a nice smile and is very friendly, introducing herself and saying she knows I'm waiting for someone, but she hopes I will stay long enough to see her dance. Since I've just about given up on waiting, at least for the time being, I tell her that I was thinking about leaving, but she says her set is about to start, so I decide to stay. As she does her set, I offer up a few dollar bills, each bill is greeted by a quick smile and an offer to grope. After her set she leaves the stage, with a backward glance in my direction that spoke volumes. I wait for her to return from the dressing room and we grab a couple of beers and park in the darkest corner booth I can find.

Tanya quickly shows her appreciation for my attention during her routine. Deeply passionate kissing, and a fine grope session ensues for about a half-hour. Free access to all the goodies not only permitted but encouraged, Tanya sitting spread-eagled on my lap facing me with the top of her dress around her waist. I turn down her offer for some relief in the booth. I ask her to sneak out and come back to the VdeZ, her friendliness combined with the sleaziness of the bar and our activities have really gotten me quite excited. Tanya hesitates, I can see she would like the promised payoff, but leaving in mid shift can be a problem, and we definitely can't be seen leaving together. I give her my room number, and a little something for "cab fare" and tell her I'll met her back at my room. She nods and promises to try.

I return to my room, make may afternoon call home and wait, waiting long enough to know that Tanya is not going to show. On my way to the zona I drop by the Unicornio, and Tanya embarrassed, comes over immediately and tells me she can't escape, "No problem" I tell her, "Maybe later", she smiles and tells me when her shift ends and leaves to prepare for another set.

As I turn to leave, (I'm really ready for a session now, Tanya has had more of an impact on me that I had thought), non other than Ben's elusive not favorita shows up. Knowing that I've been looking for her, she comes over to chat, bringing a girlfriend that is reasonably skilled at English to act as an interpreted as needed. It quickly becomes apparent that we are talking at cross-purposes, what I want is to get into her panties and she's trying to pump me about that dirty old guy. Damn, she does want to be his girlfriend. That's not good, and it gets even worse, she won't consider going to the hotel with one of his friends. With touching loyalty she names a price that is ridiculously high to compromise her honor, and won't budge. Even when I name a price that would get me instant access to an AB hottie, she steadfastly refuses, much to the incredulousness of her chica girlfriend/interpreter (I thought she was going to pee herself she was so excited). We part as friends and not giving the girlfriend a chance to act as a stand-in I make a quick exit and head to the zona where the chica do not share the same high ethical standards. (Ed note - Ben, the dog, was totally unmoved by this display of misplaced devotion, and continues to chase other women of more questionable virtue.)

Down at Adelita's there's lots of chicas but not many familiar faces. Candie's making an exit as I enter and gives me a little squeeze of the hand as she passes. Damn, lucky bastard. Angela is not here yet, nor is Valerie (thinking of switching the tables on her and getting her naked for a change). Other chicas that have been on my potential list are also conspicuous by their absence. Time to circle around and sample the eye candy. On my second pass I notice a very short and petite blonde young thing looking rather lost in hottie central. She gives me a timid smile and I'm hooked, I go over and introduce myself.

Laura is a petite little girl, sporting dirty blonde hair, a baby face belying her 27 years, wide brown eyes. A nice all natural rack for one of her size compliments her small if a little chunky (I love a bit of baby fat) frame. Laura is reserved, not an outgoing chica at all and seems quite relieved to be sitting in a booth with a potential customer rather than out on the floor. We try to talk for a while, her English is poor, but I did bring my dictionary. Even so our chat is short lived, I really need a fix, and soon Laura and I are negotiating for an hour session, I making sure that full access to the goodies is permitted, but comprising on opened-mouthed kissing after Laura says "besos? Si, pero no lingua por favor", scrunching up her nose and laughing. But at the same time touching my arm, indicating that it's nothing personal. Worth the risk I decide, plus the fact that I'm really horny. So up we go.

Laura is impressed that I get a room for the night, not thinking about (I hope) that it means she won't get reminded of the time passing by a knock. Once in the room Laura is quite content to let me drive, standing while I initiate some heavy petting while undressing her. She is good to her word and does like to kiss, but not opened mouthed, and kisses me as much as I kiss her. We develop a little game, where I try to use my tongue to force my way into her mouth, past her lips. Getting past her lips is not a problem, Laura is has no problems with me polishing her teeth with my tongue and occasionally she'll open her mouth just enough to let a little tongue creep in, as if she's forgotten her self imposed rule. After a second or two, enough to tease me into thinking we're making progress, she lightly bites down on my tongue forcing its withdrawal. Laughing, she'll go back to kissing, slipping me just a hint of tongue herself, and we'll start the process all over.

We move to the bed, me quickly undressing, and prepare to give Laura a massage. This really seems to relax her, and again it proves to be a good mood setter. Laura is so short that even a dedicated massage doesn't take long, there's just not a lot of body to work with here, and once she flips over we continue our kissing game before I start my migration southward. Daty is well received, and she quickly becomes wet as she hits her zone. Earlier I had offered her some Virgel , presenting it as a "special" message oil, but she declined, and it turns out she really doesn't need it, and is quite wet after some extended daty. So wet in fact that I have to wipe my mouth off with one of the towels. She grins when I ask if it was ok, nods happily and indicates multiple orgasms by saying "Pop, pop, pop", rolling her eyes and laughing.

We switch, Laura giving some reasonable head and finally mounting me for some slow cowgirl. Luara is another "tongue out, eyes closed, I'm concentrating" kinda of chica, and likes to give some low moans from the back of her throat too. A very appealing picture, and once in awhile she'll open her eyes, see me staring at her, lean forward for a quick kiss, sometimes including a little of that tongue too. We switch to missionary and being pent up and frustrated from earlier, I pop soon and hard.

We spend the rest of the hour or so cuddling. As we dress after showering Laura tells me her tooth is hurting, half in apology I think, but quite frankly I am very happy with the session and looking back on it later I think she may have been explaining the lack of deep kissing. I do get the feeling that under different circumstances she would have reacted more favorably to my persistent attempts for this. We part, promising both her and myself that we would see each other again,

I return downstairs in a much improved state of mind, Laura has taken the edge off, and I've really have mellowed out. I meet up with the_senator, Ronin and Aardvark, we seem to be bumping into each other all the time now. I have promised to met up with Dogster yet again, and walk across to Al Capones to make the meeting time. He arrives on time (pay attention Redongdo, on time!) and he immediately drags me back to Adelitas without my dinner to have a beer with another one of his favoritas. (Not fair, you guys live too damn close.) The_senator stops by and after said amiga departs I convince doggie it's time loose his "meeting board members" cherry and we walk over to where Aardvard is holding court (another guy with a flock of favoritas, Mr. A holds the record in this regard I believe.) I do get to met Erip however, who immediately impresses me with his wit, charm, taste and obvious intelligence by complimenting me on my contributions to the board. Ok, he may have mentioned dogster too, I really can't recall that part very well, but he may have just been polite because dogie was standing there (or perhaps he's not as discriminating as he first appeared), but I do know he was sincere about me. I offered him an autograph, but for some reason he turned it down, maybe he didn't have a pen or something. No I had a pen, maybe he didn't have any paper, no I had paper, it must be that he's shy. Yes that's it, he's shy.

It's getting very warm in Adelitas, and crowded too, so doggie, the_senator and I retire to the outside and join (actually more accurately form) the peanut gallery. The_senator points out some of the chicas as they pass by, and some board members too, including sakebomb, who I would have liked to have met but was otherwise engaged, escorting a beauty up the hotel steps.

One of the more bizarre moments of my trip happens at this point. A very drunk local continuously tries to join in our conversation. Our Spanish being weak enough to make a conversation with a stone sober local a hit or miss affair, has no chance with a drunk one. Plus this guy has the disconcerting habit swaying and tilting at odd angles, making me almost seasick watching him. I blame the_senator and doggie from bringing along one of their friends, they in turn do the same. All three of us attempt to become invisible.

The part eventually breaks up, each of us heading for our favorite comfort food, me to head up to my new second home, The Mexico Lindo.

Tonight the Lindo turns out to be a major disappointmnt. I arrive at around 11:00, at what I thought would be a good time to see a good selection. On Thursday night, the week before there had been an excellent selection of close to a dozen, mostly doable girls to chose from. But tonight, Saturday, nothing, nada, zero, pockets, nobody home. The few girls that are present are occupied, the sight of one really cute little one convinces me to stay for a little while just to see what develops, but the local she is with knows a good thing when he sees it, and they eventually head for the exit. That leaves me pretty much shit out of luck, the only girl left is below even my Mendoza line so I leave too, my aching feet taking me back to the zona, Adelitas and possibly a familiar face, I think about Angela, a very fun session from the previous weekend.

Again Angela is not difficult to find, and this time I again find her with her support group. This is the first time I've seen Elisa since last weekend, which for some reason must have meant we had to talk about that disgustingly popular Farsider again, for what seems the dozenth time. For the life of me I cannot figure what that is all about. But I make all the appropriate noises and eventually manage to pry Angela out of the booth without seeming to be too rude and we head out the door.

Again she notices he room as a ummm, used air about it, grins (this is getting to be like déjà vu) and asks how many chicas today. I assure her that she is the first and that I'm a virgin, she nods and says "Me too!" And we promise each other to be really gentle, being our first time and all. . ..

We have a very pleasant session, much like our first one the week before, but to be honest, not a virgorous as the previous one, the number of sesions in the last 10 days is starting to take it's toll, and I'm not fully recovered from my Laura session. But still Angela is an excellent partner, and more than pulls her weight and almost pulls a third shot from me. We do spent a good bit of time cuddling and talking, I fishing for information on the chicas' opinion on the life, the guys, etc. While Angela tries to get me to admit I know about the internet and certain websites. ("Websites? With Chicas? Who would of thought of such a thing") My protestations of innocence being met with peals of laughter, my attempt at hurt feelings from that being met with even more.

We eventually break up, her to work me to see if there's anybody (guys that is) between sessions who want to grab a beer. But everybody seems to be occupied so I head outside for a couple of tacos, or three and a hotdog and decide just to walk around for a bit and enjoy some of the zona ambiance.

Zona ambiance of course includes street girls. Now for the last 12 days (minus the time I've spent in Dallas, I've passed the lineup down Constitution at least 4 times a day. Never having done a session with one, I've grown increasingly curious about what the experience would be like. I cruise up and down the alley several times, eyeing the wares and being eyed in return, as well as being grabbed and hissed at. (What's up with the hissing?) After an hour I'm still debating on taking a plunge when I spot a young, very cute, thin chica outside of the Monte Carlo. Before I can make up my mind another guy grabs her up and I continue my cruising, vacillating over several others. Like clock work the cutie returns within about 20 minutes and before I know it we are heading back across the street where she just came back from.

I have no idea of her name, just a increasing desire to do her, so we'll just call her "Desire" (Plus it makes a clever section title). I was smart enough to say "Sin Ropas" (See, I did learn something over on Lakers site), so good to her word Desire disrobes and lays spread-eagled on the bed waiting for me to undress, watching me with a pair of the deadest eyes I've ever see this side of a mannequin. It's sad really, she's an exquisite beauty, young, maybe 19, beautiful face and body. But one look into her eyes tells me there's no hope of any kind of intimacy, no prayer of a connection beyond that of the purely physical. She not even there in the room with me, hell, she not even in TJ, if on this planet at all. This is one of the worst experiences of my life, and I soon want it over just as badly as her. I ask for doggie, "No, one position only", I'm told, with all the interest of a postal worker pushing a stamp over the counter. This young girl of 19 is about 140 inside. A few more strokes and I retreat off the bed to dress, the most telling thing is that my obvious failure to finish is not even noted by "Desire". Desire is aptly named, she has sucked all of mine right out of me, and I head back to the hotel, more than ready to call it a night.

Ah, yes, another important cameo appearance of Dogster. I still haven't read the rest of your report (the lesser scenes, not including ME), but plan to. However, a glimpse tells me that you have rendez-voused with many AB standards with whom I have met at one time or another. Does that mean that you got sloppy seconds? Now I know what you and Erip discussed. It was so friggin' loud in there.

LOL, I certainly never "hold court" and I by far don't hold the record for favoritas!

It was a pleasure to meet you and to run into you more then a few times during your most recent trip. I actually thought how ironically-comical it was that I was in the company of a chica bonita whenever I'd see you because I'm usually just drunk in the midst of a testosterone party!