There is no place in the world lonelier than a crowd, and nothing more pathetic than being unable to get laid in a whorehouse with a wallet full of cash.

Adelitas was packed to capacity on a Sunday afternoon, a site I don't recall seeing in past years. I wasn't exactly unable to get laid, of course, but it had been several months since I had any strange pussy, and I wasn't about to waste my redeflowering on a dead-eyed mercenary.

I made several passes through the bar, without finding even a feigned spark of lust or desire in a single face. Time to move to greener pastures, I suppose.

Las Chavelas wasn't much better, nor did anything in Tropical catch my eye. I had a drink with a twenty-something girl with frizzy hair and a nose ring, an empty head with an ok body who made me question why it was I like to fuck whores in the first place.

A bizarre depression took root in my brain, and I wandered out into the streets dazed and confused and wondering how to get my head right. Maybe some Revolution strip club action would do the trick.

I stepped into the Carribean, which was almost empty, but had a decent looking dancer on stage. A waitress tried to pimp a girl to me, but I wasn't interested. No Twilight Zone episode could ever be so strange as the feeling of despair that hits when all of your desires can be so easily satisfied, yet happiness is so desperately out of reach.

I downed a few cervezas in silence, until a bright eyed, slightly oversized, but very sexy morena took the stage. Her face lit up as our eyes met, and she soon had a leg thrown over my shoulder, one of my hands caressing a full, sweet breast, while the other fondled the lips of her beautiful naked pussy.

My mind was suddenly emptied of all thought, and then slowly filled with a burning lust and carnal desire. She slithered down to the other end of the stage, where another customer coughed up a dollar bill to feel her vagina. My cock throbbed in my pants. I had to have her.

I soon found her swaying her naked body in front of me again, diving forward on my lap, smiling as her hand grabbed my thick, throbbing cock through my jeans.

I quickly agreed to a private dance once her set was over. My head swam with thoughts of ravaging her body as the curtain closed and her top was once again removed.

"Let's wait until the start of a new song, ok?" I told her in Spanish.

"Ah, inteligente el hombre," she laughed.

We made small talk while I felt her chest and waited for the current song to end. After a few brief seconds of silence, the intro to Metallica's Fade to Black was pounding through the club's soundsystem. Perfect.

Passion for this anonymous stranger surged through my veins as I licked and suckled her breasts, and she ground her cunt against my pounding shaft.

"Me dices cuando quieres una mamada," she smiled. Tell me when you want me to suck you. (All of the following conversation occurred in Spanish.)

"Baby, you can start whenever you want," I replied.

"Sixty dollars."

"Nah, that's too much. I'll give you forty, if you promise to do a good job." It's often said that women love assholes, and her smile and hand motion was proving the theory correct.

"OK, forty, but you have to pay ten more for the room."

"No, I pay forty total, or you can just finish the dance."

"I'll suck you till you cum, baby. You'll like it, don't worry, come on!" Her hands were now buried between my legs, her lips softly kissing my cheeks and neck.

"All I have is forty, mi amor. That's ok, just finish the dance."

"You have more, you just don't want to give it to me!" she said. "OK, forty is alright, come with me."

She led me back through the bar, and up to a private area with dim lights and a black leather couch. I was foolishly suckered into buying a five dollar rubber along the way, but by this time, there was no turning back.

My cock was already standing tall when she freed it from its restraints, and unrolled the overpriced rubber down its length. Her head was immediately impaled by mine, and she grabbed the base and began vigorously stroking while her mouth bobbed up and down on my man meat.

I'd been down this road before, it seems all lapdance girls in Tijuana are schooled in ways to get you off as quickly as possible. My orgasm was already beginning to rise up within me. I had to act fast, lest I become just another statistic.

"You told me una mamada, not a hand job." I grabbed her hand, and looked into her eyes. She shrugged, removed her hand from my cock, and went back to frantically licking and sucking my cock.

There is nothing quite like kicking back in a soft padded chair, feeling up a pretty girl's tits while she licks and sucks and slurps on your cock. Her hand rose again to jack me off, which I allowed her to do until I again came close to shooting my load.

"Come on, you told me you were going to suck me until I came, no cheating!"

She squeezed hard on the base of my shaft, which actually caused my orgasm to recede. I grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face back down onto my stiff, hungry rod.

If only these moments could last forever. My hard dick twitched and throbbed in her mouth, while her tongue worked its way up and down the shaft and her fingers squeezed and tickled my swollen balls.

"You want to fuck instead?" She looked up at me with those deep, sparkling eyes. Of course I did.

"Sixty dollars more."

I almost choked on laughter. "Sixty dollars more? That's ok, you can just finish up what you're doing."

"Ok, forty?"

Sometimes I really love these negotiations. "Look, this is really doing you a favor, so you don't have to work so hard. I'll give you a twenty dollar tip if you really want to fuck me, though. I'll let you decide."

It didn't take her long to think about it. She was up on my lap, lowering herself onto my thick prong. The moaned as the head of my prick parted her cunt lips, and worked its way deep inside her vaginal canal.

My mind reeled with excitement and satisfaction as I merged with this cute, dark stranger, our hands mutually feeling and rubbing each others' torsos, our mouths tasting and kissing each others' necks and shoulders.

Her tight snatch contracted around my hardon, pulling me deeper and squeezing to the point of a delicous pain. All thoughts of control were ripped from my mind as I grabbed her hips, and pumped my cock hard and fast up into her soft, hairy little cave.

My orgasm finally crashed through my body, ejecting huge thick spurts of jizz from my loins. Once my cock was thoroughly drained, my muscles relaxed, and I eased back in the seat, her body still draped over me.

"Ay, you aren't easy at all, you made me sweat!" she said between pecks on my lips.

"You too baby, you really made me feel good." Exactly the kind of therapy I was in need of... Putatherapy.

You're baaaack....

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