RT GOOCH: My First Mongering Trip - February 20-23, 1998

NOTE: Originally posted to Usenet ASPT, courtesy of Sire Brockton O'Toole.

TIJUANA OVERVIEW: It was terrific!! Tijuana is a trip! Whoever once described TJ as ToonTown hit the nail right on the head, the place is *almost* real, but a lot of fun. I spent most of my San Diego vacation in Tijuana; shopping and taking in the flavor in the daytime and enjoying the nightlife in the evenings. With prices as cheap as they are, I had a hard time putting my heart into negotiation mode - the extra dollar here and there were meaningless, in the overall scheme of things. I also decided it was easier to have a pocketful of change and say yes to the beggars and street children. My total outlay was $3-$4 for the three days. It *had* to mean more to them then to me. What follows is my experience with the sex-for-hire scene in Tijuana. A separate post will go to ASS-C covering the strip club aspects (and bathrooms) south of the border.

FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 20: Arrived at San Diego airport about 1:30 p.m., took the bus to the trolley and the trolley to E street in Chula Vista (I bought a 4-day bus/trolley pass for $12 - cheap). Checked into the Motel 6. It was a room, no more, no less. The witch behind the counter wasn't very nice. Based on this, next time, I will try the Best Western across the street. The sign promises microwaves, refrigerators, continental breakfast, and hopefully, friendlier desk personnel. I showered, made some phone calls, napped, grabbed dinner and was ready to head to TJ at about 8:00 p.m.

I got on the trolley for the 15-minute ride to the border. I couldn't believe it; after over a year of lurking, I was just minutes from entering Tijuana! I followed the crowds off of the trolley and onto a bus marked "San Ysidro-Tijuana Shuttle", paid the man his $1, and started talking to the guy next to me on the bus. He told me that the bus goes to Revolucion Avenue, the tourista strip. This was fine, as I wanted to warm-up at a couple of strip clubs prior to the main event. Ten minutes and a whole world later, we were there.

Revolucion was great! There were clubs, music, and food everywhere! It reminded me of Tampa's Ybor City, but without any restraint. I must have had "Live One" written on my forehead as all the barkers and touts were fighting to drag me into their establishments. I went upstairs to one strip club "You no like, amigo, you no pay" and was immediately accosted at the bar. In no time she had my hands on her tits, her hands were on my dick and she was asking me if I wanted a blow job in the bathroom. I was more worried about the wandering hands and the money in my pockets, so I managed to extricate myself and left the establishment.

I wandered up and down the street for another hour or so until I decided I was ready. Every eight feet, someone was offering me a Taxi ride. I took one guy up on it, and said "Chicago Club, por favor." He wanted five; I said three; we settled on four and off we went.

I entered the CC, walked down the hallway and couldn't believe it. Everywhere I looked, Babes! I shook off a waiter, walked to the bar and ordered an agua mineral ($3). I had barely turned around when I felt someone grabbing my hand. I looked down and into a face I've seen a million (all right -- a dozen times) on the net. "Hello," she said. "What's your name?" I told her mine and asked hers. "Heidy." "La Famosa?" I replied, and had the pleasure of watching her light up like a Christmas tree. I might have taken her up on her offer to go upstairs, but I had been there less than five minutes and wanted to look around. She took no for an answer well, and we went our separate ways. I finished my drink and popped in to Molina Roja (nothing special) and it was finally time to head for the Mecca: Adelita Bar.

If I thought CC was great, this was like stepping into Disney World, only with sex! The place was packed, I have no idea how many girls (all shapes and sizes). Wall to wall men, too. I fought my way around the whole bar, tried too hard not to stare at the women and ordered another agua mineral ($1.75, more like it). Now was the time, finally. I circled around again, and on the right side of the DJ booth I met Paolina (sp.?). She was probably about 30, about 5'6" tall, long almost-black hair, large chi-chis and a pretty smile. We screamed at each other and arrived at $40 for the room. We battled our way out and was soon climbing the stairway to heaven. I paid my $10 and on we went.

After a quick bathroom break, we got down to business immediately. She started with a massage (short), had me turn over and started giving me head (with condom). I made her stop, and massaged her for a while. She turned over; I asked using a combination of English and pointing if I could go down on her and was answered with "Si." After a little of this, she stopped me, got on top and started riding away. This went on for a while and then we switched to "el perrito" just as the knock on the door came. I finished my business just as the second knock hit the door. We dressed, thanked each other, I tipped the guy in the hall $1 and we were on our way.

I didn't go back into Adelita, but headed around the corner to the Miami and Hong Kong bars. I didn't like Miami that much, but Hong Kong seemed promising: the girls were only OK, but the water was cheap, the music was in English and the place just seemed friendly. I knew I would be back. I left, got in a taxi to the border ($5) and was on the midnight trolley back north.

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 21: San Diego Zoo in the morning, and Tijuana as a tourist in the afternoon. Again did the bus to Revolucion, bought souvenirs for my friends back home, and had a muy deliciosa lunch at El Taurino restaurant (the Cabreria was great, thanks, Brockton).
I was on the bus by 4:00 p.m. and was in my hotel room soon after.

I was back on Revolucion by 7:30 and checked out a few strip joints: San Souci, Bambi, and "Peanuts and Beer" (I think). They were dead, dead, and packed. A more detailed review (along with bathroom reports) will soon be posted to ASS-C.

My goals for Saturday were to a) visit all eight of the *recommended* clubs on the map recently posted on ASPT and b) bag me a Chicago Club babe. I hit all eight, watched the girls dance at Perla Negra (the etched glass mirror of Jim Morrison seemed slightly out of place), again liked the atmosphere at Hong Kong, and stumbled upon a full-blown *show* at the New York Club! There were costumes, an emcee in a Tuxedo, dancing girls and boy - it was a treat. Probably not quite Broadway quality, but a pleasant half hour away from the hustle and bustle of the ZN. Sadly, this show went on for at most, a dozen customers. Sad, too, was the selection of girls at the New York Club. The show ended, the regular girls started dancing, and I was on my way to the CC.

At the Chicago Club, I walked the room once (it wasn't that crowded), got a water from the bar, saw some real lookers again, and grabbed a table. My eye kept going to this one young-looking girl, not extremely beautiful, but very *pretty*. I walked to the alcove, mustered up all my Spanish, and said, "Hola. Una cerveza?" She joined me, said something to the waiter, and he was back with $10 worth of various bottles and glasses immediately. Her name was Cindy, she said she was 21 (later said 24), fairly short with medium-length curly brown hair. Mostly, she looked like a college student. We fondled and tried to talk, but couldn't. She finished her drinks and we settled on $60 (first she wanted $70) and went upstairs.

She started with a lap dance while I fondled her larger-than-expected breasts and proceeded quickly to a blow job. When she took her panties off, I saw she was all shaved, but wouldn't let me venture south. She got on top of me for a while, and then we ended with me standing on the side of the bed with her ankles up on my chest. I didn't time this encounter, but we were done and dressed with no knock on the door. Again I tipped the dollar, we parted ways, and I was scarfing down food at the Denny's by the "E Street" trolley station by midnight.

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 22: Again, TJ shopping in the morning, lunch at The Caves on Revolucion. This was the only time I felt like I was in a clip joint. They even tried to add $5 *tax* to my check. NOT RECOMMENDED. Back to San Diego where I bummed around all day.

I hit the border at 9:25 and was in a taxi by 9:35 ($5). As I was over the tourist thing by this point, we headed right to the ZN and I headed to the Hong Kong Club. I sat at the bar and watched the girls dance for a while, and then I saw Ruby. She was probably only 5'1" or 2, thin, and had long dark hair, full lips, a nice smile and large chi-chis (for a girl her size). The best part was that she looked just like my friend's secretary, who won't give me the time of day. I nodded her over to the bar, bought her a tiny cerveza and a shot of V8 juice, I think (cheap, just $5). I asked her if she went to the hotel she said yes and asked for $50. I offered $40, she said OK, and off we went.

The hotel was 3 doors down (past the Miami Club) and we paid downstairs ($10). We followed the old guy upstairs to the room which overlooked a lovely courtyard. It was the prettiest site I saw in TJ. It just didn't seem to belong in that picture. Note: the guy was like a bellhop in the old movies. He showed me both the bathroom and the shelf (that was all that was in the room) twice before I took the hint and gave him his dollar in advance. I thought he would never leave. He might as well stayed as, alas, the sex was the worst of my three adventures. No oral (either way), she only took her top off after protest and she spent some time telling me how *grande* I was (not). On the positive side, she was energetic on top, and when we flipped over, she moved plenty and was rubbing and scratching my back with seeming enthusiasm. I finished up, walked her back to the bar, said "adios, amiga" and went on my way.

I stopped in Adelita Bar, which was ripping at 10:50. I ordered a water and for the first time in three days, noticed the TV. Inexplicably, Cheers was on, soon to be followed by Deep Space 9. I had already seen that episode, so I got a cab back to the border. I had a delicious taco (50 cents) and started walking to the bridge. I guess business was slow, because two different cabbies offered to take me to Adelitas for $3. As I passed through customs, the agent asked me where I was a citizen of and then, strangely, "Lost all your money?". I guess after the three-day extravaganza, I had a sort of shot out look to me. Anyway, the Trolley was just leaving, and I was in bed by midnight.

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 23: I got to the airport and wound up volunteering to be bumped. Aside from the three hour wait, free plane ticket and first class upgrade, I got to have a nice lunch in town at Anthony's Fish Grotto, right on the water. It turns out that they have a franchise just on the other side of the highway from the E Street Trolley station. A little costly, but what the hell, I was on vacation.

FINAL THOUGHTS: Total cost (including plane and hotel): almost exactly $1000. This includes souvenirs, zoo trips, restaurants, everything. I did not once consider cost on this trip. I probably could have shaved $200 off of this if I wanted.

The Girls: Mostly, great. I can't see anyone not finding the type they were looking for (except, possibly, the California/Florida beach blonde). My tastes run to small, skinny women, of which there were no shortage. Some of the street girls looked OK, but most weren't as nice as the selections in the bars. One thing that I found both strange and delightful in a way was the almost constant chattering (mostly to themselves, I think) in Spanish that all three girls did while we were in the hotels. It became a nice background sound. Also, I started to like Tejano music <g>.

I am having a hard time (I'm back ten days now) shaking the feeling of women as objects. I'm never a saint in that category to start with, but this has certainly heightened that character defect. It should pass soon, I hope. Would I go again? Yes. Will I use my free ticket to fly across the country? No. Do I recommend Tijuana as a port of call for anyone interested in hassle-free prostitution? YES. Will I take a loan from my 401(k) to send a week there this summer? I hope not, but I did call the administrator last night to inquire about interest rates, etc. ; ).

Again, I apologize for the length of this post. The sensory overload was tremendous and I needed to get it out of my system and onto paper.