2005/12 Masterbates - Whale Sighting In Tijuana!
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2005/12 Masterbates - Whale Sighting In Tijuana!
Trip Report
Whale Sighting In Tijuana!
By Master Bates.
Yes, Gentlemen. I do realize when prostitution in Tijuana, Mexico is the topic of a trip report, there is practically nothing else left to say or add, which hasn't already been said before, either on this site, or on any other related sites, or in magazines or newspaper articles, which haven't already touched on the subject matter before, long before the popularity of the Internet. After many, many centuries, before and after biblical times, the world's oldest profession certainly still sparks continued interests amongst almost all diverse cultures and many communities all throughout the world.
Considering the fact that legalized and tolerated prostitution is accepted in certain areas of Tijuana, Mexico by the city's municipal government, the city of Tijuana itself may be described by most visitors to the legally tolerated prostitution scene as a reclusive sexual paradise. Granted, we all know there is always something new out there for the inquisitive, yet knowledgeable veteran of the Tijuana mongering scene which should at least help find new guiding light to the "valley of sin city," a city which has been steeped in lawfully allowed prostitution for many decades, long before all of us were even born.
Allow me to explain, my dear reader: Yes, I am aware there is nothing you don't already know about our secret little hidden "playground," nothing you haven't already seen or heard for yourselves, or perhaps read in the past, which would only make you want to quickly glance over this trip report and yet somehow, by a ray of hope, help shed new light on yet even more undiscovered new territory, that of which you dare to enter.
In the past, prostitution in Tijuana was more or less underground, in the sense that it was never openly discussed, not like today. Sure, it was there, but it was always through word of mouth that you knew of the best places to go while seeking out a prostitute. I first discovered Tijuana back in the 70's. I was younger then, and certainly a little naive. Back then, I always thought prostitution in TJ was limited to Avenida Revolucion, and a few of the side streets. I didn't know the Zona Norte even existed. I remember back in the early 80's, first discovering the alley, known as Coahuila 1er Cjon.
I also remember passing by Adelitas a few times, but it never even remotely dawned on me in those days that it was a house of prostitution. I also remember walking into Bar Tropical, but back then (in the early 80's) it was more or less like a ranchero bar with two entrances, with those half swing wooden saloon doors, and sawdust on the floor which gave it that "cowboy" effect. Of course, back then, at the Tropical, lighting was a little better to where you could at least see three feet in front of you. Unlike today, where once inside Bar Tropical, you quite literally have to put your hands out in front of you for fear of bumping into one of those annoying pushy waiters.
Over the years, the knowledge surrounding TJ has changed dramatically, thanks mainly in part, to the explosion of the Internet. The secret garden of shameless sin is no longer one of San Diego's best kept little secrets. Unfortunately, now the secret is out. That's why, within the last ten years or so, there seems to be this big population explosion within the Tijuana prostitution scene. And all thanks to the popularity of the Internet, a twenty-first century electronic encyclopedia where useful information about everything from massage parlors to legal brothels, is now available at your fingertips. Unlike before, now you don't even have to travel to your neighborhood book store or local library, providing of course, you have a computer in your home. Nowadays, all you have to do, is log on.
But wait, my kind Sirs-before you decide to skip on over to the next latest trip report, please allow me to say a few words in defense of this God forsaken town which we would all gladly love to congregate and feast in, given the time and monetary availability which allows us to pay to play. At least give me a chance to explain myself as to why I choose to write a trip report about Tijuana, of all places, a city we've all grown to love (and on occasion, hate) while at the same time providing an ultimate quick getaway from the usual rat race we're all so well accustomed to, while living and working in the USA. Call it what you want, but Tijuana could, and has, been described in the past as "a dirty disgusting crowded sess pool," to a "depressing open-air dungeon," to a "Third World toilet."
This, I feel, is unfair. Tijuana is not the real Mexico. In the past, I have traveled deep inside this country, formerly known as Espana Nueva and although it's known for being a poverty stricken country, no other location, or Mexican border town even comes close to the immensely crowded bustling city of Tijuana. Many negative things have been said about this city in general and many writings often reflect this town in a negative light. It seems people only want to write about what they choose to see and hear. We read what pleases us, and gladly accept the professional journalists views, because we are too lazy to think and judge for ourselves. Well, hopefully, that will all change.
Let me tell you what I think: For whatever Tijuana is, it is convenient in many ways. From the bargain-hunting shopper, to a senior citizen excursion of the finest restaurants, to the day trip family outings of this border town. Meaning, tourists who go south of the US border to perhaps a nice Mexican family restaurant, while at the same time shopping for the best bargains, can quite easily prove to be a relief in convenience and comfort.
This, after all, is a foreign country. Mongering in Mexico, or rather, mongering in TJ has been going on for centuries. Certainly not in the form as we know it, but rather, seeking sexual pleasures in fine Mexican women is definitely nothing new when it comes to sex. During the early 16th century, after the arrival of the adventurous Conquistadors from Spain and consequent conquering of the great Aztec capital, Tenochtitlan, (now Mexico City) women were bought and sold as slaves from one rival tribal group to one Conquistador after another. Bearing in mind, the focal point here though, is of course, Tijuana.
As for the "tourist" who discreetly goes to TJ, in search of legal and tolerated prostitution, there can be no doubt, the Tijuana prostitution scene, is, undoubtedly, the "creme de la creme" so to speak, of Mexico. In comparison to other US/Mexico border towns, quite frankly, there is no comparison. For those who are new to Tijuana, aside from Avenida Revolucion, the section known as Zona Norte is the ultimate in supplying the prostitution-seeking monger with the best of ultimate chica shopping. In other words, a pot of gold awaits the traveler and explorer of fine prostitutes when visiting Tijuana.
Okay, fine. I am aware of the fact that many veteran travelers to TJ will read this report who will have traveled exclusively around the world and can argue with me, after being comfortably "serviced" in Thailand and the Philippines, that there is absolutely no comparison for service and value for your money like there is in South East Asia.
This may be true, to a point. But not all of us are afforded the luxury of time, nor the financial capabilities of arranging these long distance mongering trips half way round the world to where suspicion would be aroused amongst our "significant others" or loved ones. Therefore, I feel it's safe to say, Tijuana provides a convenient temporary getaway and has established a known reputation for providing unlimited sexual necessity in catering to every weird kinky tastes, providing of course, the monger is willing to pay for the requested needs. But why Tijuana, you ask? Well, let's see....for one thing, it's convenient geographical location makes for a very easy in and out travel quick-fix.
Yet, what does the word "Tijuana" actually mean? Where did this name come from? How did this border town's name originate? We use the accepted abbreviation, "TJ" as part of our daily vocabulary when discussing sex in Tijuana, Mexico. I can already envision reading the many responses to this trip report, responses which will be filled with all the explanations as to how this town's name really came about, or from where the name originated. There are quite a few variations as to the originality of the name.
Over the past few weeks, I recently did some research on the Internet, as well as in my own local public library. Apparently, there are quite a few books about the subject of Mexico, the history of Mexico and about the city of Tijuana, as well as other Mexican border towns. So let me tell you what I found out: Some say it came from an ancient Indian word, called "Tiguan." (which, if anything, I'm more inclined to believe) meaning, "very close to the water." Others say the name originally came from a ranch, Tia Juana's (Aunt Jane's) Ranch, originally owned by the Allegro family, who was said to have partitioned and divided the ranch into various sections of a city grid in the Tia Juana Valley.
And from what I'm told, or rather from what I recently researched and read up on in my local public library, I discovered that in the year 1929, a Mexican national, by the name of Santiago Arguello received the title of property to the twenty-five thousand acre called "Rancho Tia Juana" from the Governor of both California's which was at that time under Mexican rule called Jose Maria Encendida.
It wasn't until 1848 that the Tijuana Valley became part of the International Border when Mexico lost Alto California (known back then as Northern California) in the Mexican-American war of 1846-1848. For many years, Tijuana was always a cattle pasturing area and urban settlement into this border town began around 1889 when the heirs of Senor Arguello and Senorita Augustin Olvera entered into an agreement to establish a basis for the development of the city. The agreement was signed on July 11th 1889. This date would quite possibly establish the actual founding date for the city of Tijuana.
In 1891 the old town was washed out and the remaining buildings were moved to higher ground near the border. This was probably the very beginning of Tijuana, from ranch to metropolis. Yet, bearing in mind, the city of Tijuana was originally founded in 1889 and the world's oldest profession was practiced discreetly in little shanty wooden hotels near the border fence where US tourists would drift down south of the border in search of a beautiful Senorita selling her body for sex.
Yet, even before that, in times gone by, many centuries ago, the California peninsular was inhabited by tribes of natives like the Kumuiai, the Cucupa, the Kiliwa, the Cochimi, and the Pai Pai. So if a chica tells you she is originally from the town of Tijuana, chances are, (assuming she's telling the truth) her ancestors were one of these tribes. There was also once a certain group of Native Indian tribe called the Miztecs. They were from the area somewhere in the South of Mexico and survived well during the harsh Aztec rule of that time, around the 15th century.
But because of deterioration in the quality of the land, due mainly to soil erosion, the Miztecs were forced to migrate northward, to other states and cities. It is said, a certain group of the Miztecs went further north to the border. In the year 1860, they formed what was known as the Colonia Obrera, (or workers neighborhood) on the hills in Tijuana which overlooks the San Diego Bay. To this very day, many Miztecs still work in the farms surrounding the city of Tijuana. And from what I'm told, they still speak their native Indian language and dialect, which is foreign to the Spanish speakers.
In 1906 to 1919, the building of the railroad which connected the cities of Los Angeles and San Diego to the East, led to a big boost in tourism and recreation activities in the city of Tijuana. The railroad crossed the border, not only to just Tijuana, but to the city of Tecate as well, which only greatly increased the tourist traffic in this seedy little town and over time, quickly became the "Las Vegas" of Mexico for Mexican nationals seeking big winnings in prosperous and continued stable employment there.
In 1911, a revolutionary activist by the name of Ricardo Magon, along with a small group of rebels planned a military coup against the Mexican government which, surprisingly, was organized in the border town of Tijuana. But due to a tip off, the government quickly became aware of the planned rebellious takeover and as a result, the revolutionary activists were all rounded up and taken to jail, where they were all formally charged with attempting to overthrow the Mexican government.
It was the prohibition era which really made a lasting impact on the border town. During the 1930's, Americans flocked to Tijuana in search of legal drinking, gambling and casinos like Agua Caliente opened up, which only encouraged more Americans to come. It was only a matter of time, before the race tracks and casinos sprung up. Yet, before that, the already existing casinos and race track helped support Mexico's economy during the Mexican revolution. So legalized gambling and drinking in Mexico's border towns was nothing new and considered common knowledge for many Americans north of the border.
And probably a huge percentage of the country of Mexico itself was carried by the growing financial economy of Tijuana. During prohibition, it has also been said, many movie stars of the past were known to have "mongered" (yes, I did say "mongered") in Tijuana, along with purchasing alcohol at a time when it was illegal to buy any alcohol in the USA. Most notably, movie stars of the post-silent screen era, were reported to have been seen in various parts of this newly discovered sin city.
There are archived newspaper reports of certain celebrity sightings in the border town of Tijuana, certain movie stars who enjoyed their fix of alcohol more than the average non-famous drinker. Movie stars like James Cagney, Clark Gable, W.C. Fields, (a known drunk on and off screen) Tyrone Power, (who was rumored to be bisexual) May West, Errol Flynn (a notorious womanizer and booze hound) Cary Grant, Fatty Arbuckle (of the Keystone Cops) Buster Keaton, of the silent screen era-another well-known alcoholic, plus many character actors from the 30's and 40's.
Over the years, there have also been some recent celebrity sightings, which I gathered from other sites and either heard about or read about in newspapers and periodicals. But out of respect to their privacy and considering the names I've already just mentioned who have since long been deceased, I shall not name names for the simple reason no matter what class structure or celebrity status you're from, a mongers privacy shall and will be respected in the manner of practicing discreetness and tact within our secret antisocial unacceptable "hobby." Plus, liability protection against myself and the proprietors of this site are other very good obvious reasons.
Mexican nationals who migrate north to the USA is nothing new. I realize recent national and local news reports about a new influx of illegal immigrants traveling north into the US, in search of jobs and a better life, is not new news at all. In fact, it's old news. This sort of thing has been going on for many years. What makes it new news, is the reporters who report this, "new wave of illegal immigrants," are sadly misinformed, simply because it's occurring during their lifetime.
Check your history, the art of border crossing is older than you think. The practice of job-seeking by many thousands of Mexicans is a historical survival pastime, which has had it's successes in financial accessibility and security. From 1940 to the mid 1960's there was a steady, yet rapid increase of industrial growth in and around the San Diego area, which in turn resulted in a steady increase of Mexican nationals who were constantly seeking better employment opportunities north of the Mexican border.
The addition of two new military bases only greatly increased the number of people who discovered Tijuana's long lost entertainment value. This border town was now growing at tremendous rate, thanks to the US dollar. In the 1940's, Tijuana's population tripled in that decade, from 22,000 to 60,000 by 1950. The 1940's had the biggest economical effect on the city of Tijuana than any other time in it's history. But now with the invention of the Internet, who knows what this current 21st century decade will bring?
Word was spreading fast throughout the country and many Mexicans from as far away as states like Durango, Zacatecas, Guanajuato, to even Veracruz, were moving northward in search of prosperous work in Tijuana, as well as the US agricultural states like Texas, Arizona and California. Most "working girls" in the Zona Norte often admit to being from Veracruz. Word of easy flowing cash travels fast, especially when the word gets back to poorer chicas from the pueblos who are destitute and are desperately seeking a solution to their miserable substandard living conditions, where it's government, whether by apathy or it's inability to financially assist it's citizens, cannot provide any reasonable solution.
Mexican workers who were used to poverty-stricken Third World living conditions, were now able to prosper, and the discovery of new jobs provided by the ranchers and a golden opportunity for many Mexicans who were willing to provide cheap labor, eventually made a better life for the migrant workers coming from Mexico. Tijuana, therefore, was a way for many Mexican nationals to better himself, or herself. It provided an escape from the already existing poor squalid working and living conditions in a country which was already well known to be knee-deep in financial ruin.
Working in Tijuana with the promise of stable employment meant being able to send money back deep inside Mexico to their loved ones in their states of origin. The border town of Tijuana became a staging area for further migration north into the USA where prosperous steady work was awaiting them. And who can blame them? As a result of the US dollar being very strong, work in the USA paid a lot more than any type of work in Tijuana, or anywhere else in Mexico for that matter.
Over the years, and up to the present day, Tijuana has become the most traveled and busiest border crossing, not only in the USA, but in the whole world. Only in recent years illegal immigration from Mexico has "supposedly" become a national problem and a focal point of media attention, especially after 9/11, more or less out of political pressure from elected officials, where the topic of lawful migration and illegal immigration into the US has taken a front seat in daily news coverage.
In the past it wasn't that much of a problem, but today, it's classed as a federal felony to "knowingly and willfully" cross into US territory without legal or adequate documentation. Yet, despite continuing efforts to secure out borders, there are still many hundreds of thousands who still manage to get through.
Whomever is in charge of running the government of Mexico, whether it be Vicente Fox Quesada, Ernesto Zedillo Ponce de Leon, or Carlos Salinas de Gortari, they know only too well, the border town of Tijuana, (thanks to the US dollar) quite literally carries more than two-thirds of Mexico. Remember what happened the day after 9/11? The weeks following the horrendous attack on our country almost brought Tijuana to it's knees in the lack of monetary spending. The setbacks were alarming and atrocious to the Mexican community. The sudden drop of business and cash inflow was reaching panic levels in this flourishing border town.
Tijuana almost quite literally came to a standstill. The Chicago Club is a place I remember as being empty every night and day. Adelitas chicas were all required to work overtime, with the bars closing at 7:00 am. According to many economists, if the border were without doubt, absolutely tightened to a point where a huge wall was built all along the southern border of the USA, and if no Mexican nationals were able to get through whatsoever, it has even been said by Mexican officials in government, rebellion and anarchy would break out all across the nation of Mexico, thus resulting in an inevitable bloody civil war.
My personal view on this, is Mexico has never had peace since it won it's War Of Independence from Spanish domination and colonization (1821). Maybe things would have been a lot different today, if Spain retained it's colonized land. Meaning, I hardly doubt if Mexico would still be viewed as a Third World country if carried by Spain. Former mayor of Tijuana, Hector Osuna Jaime said, "Mexico hasn't has another near uprising, because we have this escape valve (meaning the USA.) If there was no place to go, they'd have to make a solution here.
In contrast, those who are either too weak to run fast and are unable to make it through the fence or across the cruel, unbearable, intolerable desert can only stare northward and dream. While traveling through Mexico, I have heard the somewhat derogatory term many Mexican nationals refer to their counterparts, as a "Pocho." That's a Mexican-American who lives and works in the USA, according to Mexicans.
Today, the city of Tijuana remains a center point of production for textiles, electronics, various foodstuffs.....and of course, prostitutes. Assembly plants, commonly known as "maquiladoras," were a direct result of the Border Industrialization Program (BIP). This program, along with the Programa Nacional Frontiero were originally designed to help and assist the constant rapid growth of business in Tijuana. Even today, there exists an effort to encourage industrial and commercial businesses to this border town.
The term, "Maquiladoras", which means assembly plant in English began in 1965. Throughout decades of economic struggles and political reform, Mexico needed to industrialize it's country. They implemented the BIP (Border Industrialization Project) which has resulted in hundreds of maquiladoras in Tijuana. This is a reason for the continuous overcrowding of the city today. It should also be clearly noted, not all women who flock from their home towns to Tijuana in search of stable employment, end up in the seedy back street world of prostitution in an effort to make ends meet.
The real reason why certain Mexican women are attracted to the world's oldest profession in Tijuana and choose to remain in the business, is because, quite simply, it's fast easy money to where no manual labor is required. Also, there are no educational requirements or job skills in prostitution, which seems to attract a lower class of female who appear to have shunned all self-respect and ethical behavior and decided the almighty American dollar is obviously more powerful than putting emphasis on her own strict religious Catholic upbringing and conscience.
Of course, unskilled cheap labor is a very common reason as to why the city of Tijuana is so overcrowded. We all know, cheap labor in Tijuana's maquiladoras is the main reason for population overcrowding. Tijuana's maquiladoras costs so much less than the labor of the US worker. Look around you. Next time you're in Tijuana and away from the areas known for prostitution, all you have to do is to take a drive to the outskirts of the city and take a good look at it's flourishing industrial section. Aside from the cash inflow that prostitution brings, this is a city of wealth and prosperous industrial daily activity.
On the outskirts of this border town, there are factories and industrial plants which service big corporate names like, Sanyo, Sony, Sears, Zenith, RCA, Mitsubishi, and General Electric. Even big automobile companies like Ford and Volkswagen have factories here. In 1996, it was estimated that seven million television sets were constructed in Tijuana's maquiladora's. This makes Tijuana not only the prostitution capital of Latin America, but the television factory of the world also.
This is why, when talking to a few "working girls," sometimes they will open up and tell you the drudged-up "story" that they've rehearsed to tell the folks back home in their native towns and villages. It's the same old rehearsed lines you'll hear them tell over and over again: They've found suitable employment in one of the border town's factories like Zenith or Costco. When in reality, we as mongers have discovered how these chicas are really making the big bucks. And no doubt, NAFTA also greatly contributed to the increase of the maquiladora industry.
Today, Tijuana is still the top choice for mongering destinations when seeking a quick fast food type of service. Which brings me to my recent trip, to this very crowded, extremely packed bustling city. I won't go into reviews of the bars of Tijuana, as again, I am very much aware of the repetitive reports which can be monotonous even at the best of times.
Over the last few weeks, I paid a visit to Adelitas and soon discovered the newer talent to the prostitution business. Cute little "spinners" were everywhere, but my recent excursion brought me back to Tijuana, or more specifically, to Adelitas for one very good reason. I saw a chica in there a few weeks ago, who stood out from the crowd-a certain chica whom I couldn't erase from my mind. I had inquired about her to other mongers and asked for a roll call update to see if anyone had recognized her. (Or, who had done her!) But alas, to no avail. I'll get back to that later.
First, the hotel report: As some of you mongering veterans know, I am no fan of the piss-poor service I get from the Las Cascadas Hotel. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Las Cascadas Hotel, it's on the same block as Adelitas, going westbound. There have been countless times when I have stayed there, tipped very well, (and I do mean very well) only to be "slapped in the face, " so to speak, with the one-chica-per-night policy. All extra chicas brought to your room after that, is $12.00 per session. This is not good customer-employee relations to someone who is a frequent visitor to their beloved whore house!
Okay, sure, I know if they were to break the rules for one person, they'd have to break the rules for many others. But the fact of the matter is, I have plowed so much money in service, not only into their precious hotel, but into the bar downstairs also (The Las Chavelas) This time, and every time after my last confrontation with the desk clerk in the reception area on the alley side over a case of mistaken identity regarding bringing a second chica to my room, was definitely the last straw.
And so what if non-spending my hard-earned cash doesn't even show a dent in their check book, through lack of service from me? I don't want to stay at a hotel where it's clearly obvious the hotel personnel could use a few good lessons in anger management and customer-friendly relations.
Enough said. This time my stay in Tijuana was of a more relaxed atmosphere. This time around, I stayed at the Hotel Leyva, a well-known and respected hotel amongst the mongering community. The Hotel Leyva, for any "newbies" who may be reading this, is just one building north of the Chicago Club. The exact location is:
Avenida Constitucion, Numero 410
Zona Norte,
Tijuana,
Baja, Mexico.
The nearest cross street is Coahuila. The hotel has four (4) telephone numbers:
688 3968
688 3956
685 9774
685 6601
There are two sections to the hotel, the new wing and the old wing. There is also a three-level parking structure to the rear of the hotel, and parking is free for hotel guests. If you review the threads on any site regarding the Hotel Leyva, for the most part, the write-ups are good. I don't feel it's necessary to repeat what's already been said, but I would like to state my stay's at the Hotel Leyva are better than staying anywhere else in the Zona Norte. You can get a nice clean quiet room there from $22.00 to $32.00.
So, onto my exploration mission in seeking out this chubby little pig whom I spotted before at Adelitas. This chica goes by the name of, "Candy," or more commonly, Claudia. She uses both names. What attracted me to her, was her impressive curves. Yes, my dear mongers, she was very, very heavyset. Obviously the biggest chica I've ever seen to grace the premises of the Adelitas. And if you've paid a visit to Adelitas lately, then I'm assuming you know who I'm talking about.
She's been taking up quite a lot of space for the past few weeks now. Two bar stools have to support her huge rump, not one. What surprises me, is there have been no write-ups about her. The one attractive feature I found about Claudia, was her incredibly huge round rear end. Now, when I say she was big, I mean she gives new meaning to the phrase, "wide load!" And what an ass! This chica's rear end was so big, I could easily have balanced my beer bottle on it!
When I'd seen her in the past standing in between all those tiny chicas in the near darkness at Adelitas, she always gave me a warm smile and a slight wave. I guess she probably knew who I was, or observed the fact that I was totally unimpressed with the many fine thin chicas at AB. No, I had my eye on the more heavier heffers, for the simple reason I've always received better GFE (girlfriend experience) from the more "rotund" kind. Another important factor is, with a heavy chica, there isn't as much mileage as there is with one of the more well-known thinner chicas at AB. So, you do the math!
Candy was standing by the ladies room when I approached. She appeared to be engaged in conversation with one of her coworkers. This coworker was certainly a lot thinner than Candy and when she saw me approach with the corner of her eye, she turned to me quickly, in possible anticipation of me asking her upstairs. After all, why on earth wouldn't the thin one just naturally assume I wanted to take her up? Well, for one thing, she had less poundage and was certainly a lot prettier, especially with the long blond, almost platinum hair, the sparkly seductive eyes, complete with light make-up and semi-exposed large glistening oiled firm silicone perky breasts.
But no. My eyes were fixed on the beached whale who had somehow miraculously washed ashore and ended up at Adelitas. This was my prize. This was a fisherman's delight. And Candy was the one whom I wanted to savor on my hotel bed. She was what I wanted to capture. While glaring at her, I could only imagine the strain of the bed springs being worked to their full capacity. She is what I thought would deserve a serious pounding by the one and only admirer of plump heavies in whore land!
I asked her to join me in a drink, and she responded with a soft, "Si." I'm sure she was amazed knowing someone in the bar had finally paid attention to her. God knows, nobody else did. How is an obese hooker expected to make a comfortable living in TJ if all the mongers do, is seek out these tiny "spinners?" Where's the fun in that? We both decided to sit at the bar, as I knew trying to get her to squeeze into any booth would be an impossible task. I couldn't believe it. I thought to myself, I've really scored now! Wow, she accepted an invite to have a ficha drink with me. I must be really going places now! Now it was time to "break the ice," so to speak, and get to know this chubby chica a little bit better.
While talking to her, I quickly discovered she was new to the business. According to Candy, she said she had only been working at Adelitas for less than three weeks. At least that was her story. But it just seems, every time I've been to Adelitas over the last two months, I know I've seen her in there longer than that. My million-dollar question was, how is a huge chica like this kept in business with the supply and demand of heavyset ladies not being as popular as one might expect? I mean, if I could afford to patronize the AB every night, that's one thing. But I don't get down to Tijuana as often as I'd like to due to almost daily family commitments and other responsibilities.
Candy was from Mazatlan, and only twenty-five years old. She said she had a fake story already cooked up to convince her folks back home that she was employed as a warehouse plant worker in one of the television factories, which enabled her to send money back to the poverty-stricken family in Mazatlan. I began thinking to myself, I doubt very much if anyone in her home town would even believe her if she admitted to the family back home she was hooking in the border town of Tijuana. I mean, let's face it, who would believe there's a whore in TJ the size of a beached whale? And let's be honest here, who in their right frame of mind would "do" one? Besides me, of course.
Before I lifted my bottle to take a drink, I asked this fat pig how much money she charged and her answer nearly made me spit my beer all over the bar counter. "Sesenta," ($70.00) is what she quoted me. I reminded this baby elephant I was no typical dumb tourist, and that I was a regular visitor to Adelitas Bar. She seemed amused that I was aware of her intended scam. I shook my head and laughed at her price.
While doing so, I casually glanced around the crowded interior of Adelitas Bar and caught a glimpse of some guys standing near me, who were either staring in disbelief, or were smiling in amusement over the fact that they'd never seen a guy trying to pick up on some fat chick in a whore house before. I'm assuming they thought I was drunk, but I wasn't. I knew what I wanted. I also told her of my refusal to stay in certain hotels in the Zona Norte due to unnecessary door knocks and other unwelcome pestering policy factors.
Candy told me she gets off work at 5:00pm and would gladly come to my hotel, if I wanted. And naturally, I willingly welcomed the idea, as I didn't want to be bothered with any disturbances, or could have done without the strange looks, while this oversize chica went stomping through the hallway to one of the rented rooms above Adelitas. God knows, I was getting enough strange looks in the bar, I didn't need them upstairs also.
With this type of pressure, how is a "John" expected to perform? The very last thing I needed while humping this huge tub of lard was any early fucking annoying door knock from those cum-clean up tip-scrounging assholes who roam the hallways upstairs like a pack of wild dogs looking for leftover crumbs. So we agreed on meeting back at the Hotel Leyva. I told her I would wait for her in the lobby. While waiting for this oversize heavy walrus to show up, I sat around the lobby area of the Hotel Leyva and made brief, but polite conversation with the hotel lobby personnel.
The hotel lobby employees consisted of one male and one female hotel clerks. As I sat there in eager anticipation of my "heavenly heavy" arriving, my mind started to drift. I began to wonder about the hotel, it's humble beginnings, the amount of chicas in the past who've passed many times through these hallways. While casually looking around at the faded painted walls and studying the hotel surroundings, I could almost feel what I thought was the beginning of a slight earthquake.
Suddenly the glass of water on the hotel desk counter began to slightly shudder and I could see the ripples in the glass. Then the whole lobby area started to vibrate and I could see the quick pained expressions on the employees faces. The rumblings were getting increasingly louder. This was the "big one," I thought. No time to think. Only time to act quickly. I looked for some sturdy solid structure to attach myself to, but I knew hanging onto something would prove to be pointless if this oncoming earthquake was measured at a 9.5 or something a lot stronger. The thumping rumbling sound was getting closer and louder.
Then it quickly dawned on me. This was no earthquake, this was the sounds of my precious plump heavy arriving to service my very wanted needs. She appeared in the lobby, as she had promised, and greeted me with a warm smile and a slight peck on the cheek. I could see the sigh of relief from the lobby personnel, upon learning the vibrating sounds weren't the sounds of a possible catastrophe throughout the city, but the thumping footsteps of my expected rotund wobbly chica who had kept her promise in the hopes of satisfying and servicing my very unusual needs.
Although all lobby personnel seemed relieved for the moment, they knew they could sleep better at night, knowing their overcrowded border town was once again spared, and it certainly didn't detract from the fact that Candy's very large and somewhat round presence made the existing atmosphere so intensely quiet, that you could quite literally hear a pin drop. Other guests in the lobby began to stop and stare also. But I didn't care.
So off we went to my room, on the second floor of the old wing, where more vibrating shudders were soon to follow. I could hardly wait. My room was on the second floor, which meant she had to climb a flight of stairs to reach the awaiting destination. When we reached the door, I could see that my oversize dearest was sweating profusely, but that didn't bother me or turn me off, as I was acutely aware, additional exercise and the more loss of those unattractive unwanted pounds were soon to follow.
My big smiling beached baby whale was somehow able to manage to squeeze through the front door and park her huge derriere on the bed. Ouch! Those poor bed springs! The first thing I did, was offer my dearest a drink of soda, which I always conveniently kept on the night stands. She had about four sodas to choose from, which were all chilled (or warmed) to room temperature. And she gulped them all down.
Then this bitch even ate a box of cookies I had wrapped on the night stand. What a sight! She looked around for more food. I told her we'll discuss dining later, as the need for stuffing her fat face seemed to be a priority rather than sex. I felt as though she was somewhat undernourished as she kept asking me if I had any more food hidden away. I fed her some more chocolate cookies and three bags of chips which I kept as a snack in my back pack. I then asked Candy if it were possible to take some naked photographs of her "beautiful" naked body which I'd like to keep for my own personal enjoyment.
Photo: Candy - Mazatlan 01
It was no surprise to hear her respond with, "Porque? Por el Internet?" To which I responded, "No, no, of course not." I explained to her my deep admiration for her beautiful feminine curves (and folds) which I wanted to cherish of fondest memories of our meeting together. After a little begging and a few words of admiration and encouragement, she finally agreed to get naked for my awaiting camera lens. But only on the agreement that I feed her some more cookies or chips. So I greed. I miraculously found an additional pack of fruit filled cookies in a small carrier bag, which I kept by the night stand, and I miraculously watched them disappear into her fat face and down her throat like there was no tomorrow.
And so she posed for my camera, but was too shy (or ashamed) to show her big fat face. As for her big fat ass, well, I was able to capture that art work on camera. While snapping the photos, Candy asked me to please never, ever show these photographs to anyone else, as she was uncomfortable with shedding her clothes in front of anyone. Which, of course, led me to the obvious question: How many times does a guy ask her to take her clothes off? She specifically requested that I not take any photos of her in full frontal nudity.
She said she didn't want anyone to see her huge flabby belly. She said people might laugh at her. I told her I certainly wouldn't, but I thought others might. Her smooth milky white body made her look like an albino sea lion. I'm referring to the huge pink blubbery ones with long curvy tusks, the ones you see at Sea World. Candy asked that I not take any photos of her face (for obvious reasons). Which was a shame, because I thought her facial features were her finest asset (and her only asset!) Therefore, I had her position herself against the wall with her back to me.
While snapping a few photos, I began thinking to myself, how did I get myself into this mess? What was I doing here? Was I doing the right thing? Of course I was. I was taking one for the team. I was determined to prove that weird sex does in fact occur behind closed doors in the sex ridden city of Tijuana. Time to get down to business.
Photo: Candy - Mazatlan 02
Now, with the photo session out of the way, she lay down on the bed and asked me to disrobe and join her. Candy's huge flabby body took up the entire mattress and her loose flabby skin seemed to hang down over each side of the bed. I thought, if I took a picture of this particular pose, nobody would ever forgive me for sending the photos in. So, we started with the usual foreplay, the kissing and bear hugging which only added to the delicacy of the romantic moment. When I suggested DATY, (cunnilingus) she gave a concerned look. She was worried about hoisting those huge cellulite flabby pillars into the air with me munching away on her trimmed bush. While briefly focused on those huge cottage cheese-ridden tree trunk legs, spinal and neck injuries became an immediate focal point of concern here.
Candy allowed only two photographs of her rear end. I guess it's a blessing in disguise not to show any full frontal nudity shots as I don't want the reader of this Trip Report to vomit in the process. My prized pig weighed in at 273 lb., at least that's what she told me. I could have sworn she weighed more, knowing how most women have a tendency to lie a little about their true weight. I'm guessing the poundage was off a little by about ten lb., so we're looking at approximately 283-288 lb. Give or take a few pounds.
Then my lovely stared at me with a concerned look yet again and asked me if I "liked big women?" I responded with a slight sympathetic smile and told her I had found my heavenly heavy princess-my huge tub of lard which will be embedded in my mind forever. Quality and quantity certainly has it's price. This was my dream come true. I don't care what the folks in the lobby of the Hotel Leyva saw me take upstairs, nor do I care how big she was. All I know is, I was in total ecstasy for the romantic minutes I gladly paid for. This was one chica whom I'm convinced proved to be worth her "weight" in gold.
This was one chica I'll never forget, one chica which makes Tijuana worth visiting for. And for those of you who are interested, Candy can still be seen hanging out at the Adelitas in the afternoons. I don't think she's the type of hooker who is such great demand, meaning, I don't think there are too many guys racing down to TJ to get her upstairs in the sack like some of the other well known voluptuous famous chicas of the Adelitas Bar, like Smith or the famous Tanya. But nevertheless, Candy does have her own unique qualities. What they are, I don't know. But if you do decide to take her upstairs, please remember to stock up on your hotel room with a good supply of snacks!
Back at the Las Chavelas: While seated near the stage, I was watching the floor show. A cute, tall thin dancer was slowly taking off her clothes to the rock and roll music of The Scorpions and Metallica. Although I appreciated the sounds, along with the nice dance show, the stripper wasn't exactly what you might call "my cup of tea." For one thing, she was too thin. And the fact that she was immensely attractive also raised the suspicions of her being a total "Ice Queen" in the sack. I wasn't about to waste a whole lot of money on some conceited whore by taking any chances with a beauty queen.
The chair where I was sitting on was right by the stage area. While picking at my beer bottle, I slowly glanced up toward all the chicas seated on the bar stools like perched hens. One chica in particular caught my eye. Her name was Claudia. She was an "old flame" from the past-another heavenly heavyset beauty which I'd conquered a few years back. I motioned her over to where I was seated, to join me in a drink, and she responded with a look of glee and a sweet smile. Remembering me from the past, she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a tight hug.
Claudia is a veteran of the Las Chavelas. She is always there. In fact, I believe there are archived photos at ClubHombre which will show her as working at the Las Chavelas for quite a while now. I remember her as being in the business since they remodeled the whole night club. One thing I did notice, is that she didn't try and gauge me for ficha drinks. Claudia is a little darker than my previous encounter. She says she's only twenty-seven, but upon further questioning, I finally got her to admit she's thirty. Who knows? Maybe she's older than that. Yes, she too, is a little on the flabby side, but she showed no hesitation or embarrassment when I asked her to shed those "oversize" clothes for my camera! And yes, Gentlemen, fortunately for you all, I do have the photographs to prove it!
Photos: Claudia LC 03 04
After only about two ficha drinks, I invited Claudia back to my hotel room at the Hotel Leyva. She advised me of the bar fine policy, but I told her I would make it worth her while if she were to somehow be successful in managing to sneak away and join me in my room. All she wanted, was for me to give her twenty minutes, then she'd come up with a good enough excuse to slip away. She told me she was going to tell Pedro the doorman she's leaving for a few minutes to get something to eat. Good thinking, I thought. Now, why can't the other chicas promise their clients the same service, instead of coming up with the same old sob story of a policy bar fine?
I waited with excited anticipation back at my hotel room for my next weighted prize. Within half an hour, there was a knock at the door. My Claudia who's famous derriere smothered the bar stool at the Las Chavelas was standing in the doorway with her hands on those huge wide hips and a sweet, yet naughty smile. I invited her in and she bounced immediately on the bed in eager anticipation of experiencing a wild sexual romp. Conversation was polite, but brief. Then it was really down to physical business. I couldn't wait.
Photos: Claudia LC 05 06
The one thing about this chica Claudia is that she always struck me as being somewhat lonely, always delivering great affection and warmth. Yet before that, intimate conversations with her was always quite a common occurrence. This time around, she even admitted to me how she was looking for the right guy to come along and take her away from this life of prostitution. And do you know what? I believed her, mainly because I could see the sincerity in her eyes. But it was important for me to remember, as much as I liked Claudia as a person, she was in essence, "worn baggage."
Claudia proved to be as every bit as accommodating as my previous tub of lard. She provided better GFE, and prolonged the session to where I didn't want this to end. We made love and were sweating over each others bodies like there was no tomorrow. And with the way she kept smothering me by sitting on my face, there almost wasn't! Claudia delivered the same perfect quality for money as she had done since the last time I took her upstairs. Her price was, $50, with a $10 tip for good service.
Photo: Claudia LC 07
With a few hours left to kill, my final mongering tour took me back to the Las Chavelas, where I'd noticed a new heard of chunky chicas who seemed to completely occupy all the bar stools in the club. It was there on my final few hours in TJ, where I'd met Irma, another heavyset veteran of the Tijuana prostitution scene. Irma has been around a while. And for all you veteran mongers to the TJ prostitution scene, I'm sure you've ran into Irma while patronizing the Las Chavelas Bar. You can't miss her, she's a night shift worker who walks with a very distinctive limp. And that prominent limp is what turned me on.
In the past, Irma was always every bit accommodating and customer service was always a "must" with her. She had a gimp leg, which always resulted in her walking in a very unbalanced manner. A little on the chunky side, yet when I met her again, the weight issue was still no distraction, as I'd noticed she had packed on quite a few more pounds. But that didn't bother me. (Bless her little heart!) Irma is another one who agreed to meet me back at my hotel room at the Hotel Leyva. Believe me my fellow mongers, it can be done.
Photos: Irma LC 08 09 10 11 12
Irma showed up at my door with a delightful smile. She wasn't as fat as the other two, but still, I was willing to overlook that negative flaw. She had a bit of a kangaroo pouch which hung down below her waistband. The one thing I always liked about this chica Irma, was that she was a true alcoholic through and through. Where others found compassion in eating, Irma would always come to the room with a small bottle of liquor hidden away in her purse. And this evening was no exception.
As soon as we hit the bed, out from her purse came that little bottle of tequila. This was one sex worker who had a bad habit of drinking on the job. Obviously not a very work-conscious employee, if you ask me. I don't know whether she was just trying to get into the "partying mood," before the game began or whether she was just trying to numb the truth about the morbid lifestyle she led. Either way, her alcoholic breath and her glassy eyes was a bit of a turn on for someone like me who was still feeling the effects of Viagra.
Irma's sexual performance is truly something to write home about. She really enjoys having sex, providing the mood, atmosphere and money is right. Different sexual positions are a "must" with her, and she always screams to delight when reaching a sexual climax. I must have made her come about three times. And she loved every minute of it. After we were done, all she wanted to do was lay on the bed and sip on that small liquor bottle while she recovered from her heavy continuous panting. I didn't mind so much, as the one previous chica whom I had in my room, Candy, only wanted to continuously snack on food after sex. Christ, whatever happened to casually smoking a cigarette after sex?
My short stay in Tijuana wasn't long enough. It never is. While driving out of the hotel parking lot, I exited onto Avenida Constitucion, making a left, and making a left turn again onto Coahuila, going eastbound toward the US/Mexican border. That morning, while leaving this slimy, yet interesting city, I kept glancing back at the bars and night clubs where I'd met my match. I was lonely once again, going back to a life of solidarity where memories and chica performances of Tijuana were etched in my mind forever.
I had conquered my dreams and desires from yet another perverted trip. I had satisfied my sexual urges in a town where money can buy you love. I kept thinking to myself how much I enjoy coming here, as it is an escape from the everyday monotonous and boring routine which so many of us feel trapped in within our daily lives.
For whatever Tijuana is, it's a convenient location close to the US border where we "hobbyists" can discreetly slip away to while indulging in the fine art of seeking out legalized and tolerated prostitution. It's a mysterious city with a long history of architectural landmarks and certain attractions for the visitor to this border town which always has so much more to offer. I'm anticipating the newcomer to the Tijuana hooker scene will use parts of this trip report as a guide in what to look for, and where.
I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading my trip report and trust you have found the historical research of Tijuana refreshing and rewarding. I also hope the photographs of the overweight ladies weren't too nauseating! By submitting photos of the weight-challenged chicas, including the one beached whale, Candy, I sincerely hope it hasn't offended the admirer of attractive Mexican chicas. They may not be everyone's cup of tea, but overweight Latin women really turn me on. It's what makes my boat float. If you found the photos of these chicas to be somewhat amusing, then so be it. But as I have said, it's whatever pleases the buyer. And as you can tell, I was definitely pleased with the service.
Yours in continued, safe and legal prostitution practices,
Master Bates.
| By Proctor on Saturday, December 03, 2005 - 06:44 pm: Edit |
Thanks for a great report.
Please write more often.
A nicely written piece. I like history and found your well researched discriptions of TJ's past and present to be new material. See, there is still something to be written about the place.
Two (negative?) observations. First, you mention the dramatic economic impact that 9/11 had on TJ. Later on you describe how the assholes at Las Cascadas drove you away with their greedy complete lack of service. This inability to understand the most basic economics is something I finally got very tired of when I used to visit TJ on a regular basis.
Second, you write "According to many economists, if the border were without doubt, absolutely tightened to a point where a huge wall was built all along the southern border of the USA, and if no Mexican nationals were able to get through whatsoever, it has even been said by Mexican officials in government, rebellion and anarchy would break out all across the nation of Mexico, thus resulting in an inevitable bloody civil war." Fantastic! Let's built the wall right now. And when we kick out all the illegals we should give each of them a gun and tell them to solve their own damn problems instead of exporting them to this country.
Again, a really enjoyable post. You should write more often.
| By Sandman on Sunday, December 04, 2005 - 05:12 am: Edit |
They must sell some incredible gneric "cialis" down there. No idea how you got it up for these "whales". Great info and history and photos of the town and surrounding area. Just glad I had not eaten before opening the girls photos or I would have had to clean my keyboard.
You trying to one up Milky?...he he!
Good Lord, a fun report to read, but I don't know how you do it.
Been a silent member for a year now but this report compels me to break my silence. I've done the TJ thing and God luv ya for taking care of the under loved. Heaven knows you're a better man then I. Great report, couldn't stop laughing and the pictures have burned images in my mind that........
Excellent well written report from both a historical and personal view. Whatever turns your crank. Some of the larger species are not as well fed and when they find someone who gives them a little time and affection they probably apprecate it. Thank god for Viagara. I'll look forward to your next report.
Great reporting, 'Bates! The background and history was very interesting. I have never done the Tijuana scene so the photos and descriptive naration was very informative.
I gotta say that you are perhaps the ideal wingman for a trip. You seem like a great guy plus we would simply NEVER compete over women. Everyone has their type and I am happy that you have a place that can supply your special women. And I am certain that your gals treat you better and appreciate you more than any other guy who crosses the boarder.
I hope you continue to enjoy Tijuana and to write such informative reports.
| By Laguy on Sunday, December 04, 2005 - 09:36 pm: Edit |
It's a tough job but I guess someone has to do it. I'm just glad that somebody is not me!
Interesting and well-written report. There was, however, one glaring omission. Is it pronounced Tee-wuana, or Ti-uh-wuana as most Americans pronounce it? And if the latter (which I don't think it is), why (given the spelling)?
I'm speechless!!!!
Sparky
So, was this the biggest experience of your life?
I have seen Candy up close and thought, "oh God"(and no I did not go upstairs with her). I've seen a number of Candy types but have never seen them with customers. Go figure?
Masterbates briefly mentioned celebrity sightings in the zona. On another sight, there is mention of certain baseball and football players spotted there. Does anyone remember the Harrison Ford photos in "The National Enquirer"? He was getting drunk with some local chicas and tourists in San Felipe. Very embarrasing for him. The tabloids would die for a celebrity photo of a star in the Zona.
Also it was mentioned what would Mexico be like had they never became independent. Very interesting question. Of course Spain would claim Mexico would be beter off had they retained control but look what was in Reuters last Thursday-
"Mexico stocks hit record high, peso at 2-year peak
Thu Dec 1, 2005 11:34 AM ET
MEXICO CITY, Dec 1 (Reuters) - Mexico's IPC stock index jumped 1.3 percent on Thursday to a record high, led by hefty gains in blue-chip telecoms America Movil and Telmex, while the peso gained to its strongest level in more than two years.
The IPC <.mxx> picked up 218 points to 17,049, surpassing its previous record of 17,014 points set on Nov. 23.
The peso <mex01> <mxn=> gained 0.48 percent to 10.51 per dollar, its strongest level since July 2003.
Mexico's IPC index has surged about 32 percent this year and the peso has gained about 6 percent as foreign investors look to emerging markets to beat relatively low yields on U.S. Treasuries and comparatively modest returns on U.S. stocks.
The closely watched overnight lending rate in Mexico, which investors increasingly see as a stable environment for their money, stands at 8.75 percent <mex05>. The U.S. Federal Reserve's benchmark interest rate is now at 4 percent.
Leading wireless telephone company America Movil <amxl.mx>, the most heavily weighted stock in the IPC index and a staple in many Latin American stock portfolios, climbed 2.32 percent to 15.45 pesos. Its New York-traded shares <amx.n> moved 2.40 percent higher to $29.41.
Shares of fixed-line telecom Telmex <telmexl.mx> <tmx.n>, dogged by heavy competition in recent years from increasingly cheap mobile services, picked up 2.46 percent to 12.07 pesos. Its American Depositary Receipt gained 2.23 percent to $22.93."
Do you see any news like this out of Spain lately? Bash Mexico all you want but do admit they are doing something right.
Very interesting read.
| By Laguy on Monday, December 05, 2005 - 10:14 pm: Edit |
Long long time ago I once saw Sam Kinison with his entourage crusing the alley.
One look at those whales turned my dick into a wet noodle. 100 mg of viagra would not be enough to sustain the deed with them.
Wow, that will go down in history as the most scholarly and historically informative report ever posted to a Tijuana prostitution board. Excellent.
I especially enjoyed this piece of mental imagery: "My eyes were fixed on the beached whale who had somehow miraculously washed ashore and ended up at Adelitas."
One correction: "Sesenta," is $60, not $70. $70 would be "setenta".
A true masterpiece, Mr. Bates. This should be archived and made readily available for posterity.
| By Justdan on Thursday, December 08, 2005 - 07:38 pm: Edit |
I heard Chuck Norris is around tj alot, getting beers thrown at him and fightin with las chikas all the time. 
good job MB
I once saw the Hager Twins (of Hee Haw fame) at the boystown in Reynosa...
| By Drbrew1 on Tuesday, December 20, 2005 - 09:00 pm: Edit |
!Textsolo una palabra!!!!speachless
Great report i like drive there stay at la villa on 7th and madera but you have to be adenturest to drive down there rates are $50 per might usualy see escorts amigas.com varouis web site (the eroctic escort reviews is the best site choose saw renata my favorite she good looking great skills renata247@hotmail.com but i like going adelitas any taxi driver $5 take you there. price two fichas $7 per drink hotel $11 girl $60 do not pay more no matter if she hotest chica you have ever seen saw Adienna dressed like cop great skils oral nice racks like dumbmy she asked for one hour thinking with wrong head said yes payed $100 good piece of as worth the cash alot guys there 2 one ratio. next time mi amiga says esorts taking guys to new place la mansion says cost $36 per night? suppose to be great atmospehere. proably cheap now until becomes popular juanitas amigas go there. IN march hope go there stay 1 week endulge in street walker, execitive massage, and twin bisexual escorts. enjoy mongers
| By Tortor on Thursday, March 09, 2006 - 09:26 pm: Edit |
Great story!
That does look like a very arousing weekend, with three sexy, chunky, curvy chicas! I got aroused with the writeing, and the photos.
Especially of Claudia. Fabulous. Wow, and to get a lot of face sitting from her would be awesome. And all for only $50!
Yes, curvy women are the best, and so edible!! Especailly when they please back!
I can't wait to stay, on the Avenue!
Only experience in past is in the back corners of bars there, and yes, twice a bit of eating on the stage. Why not a few hours in comfort of a nice room! And it may be cheaper than the cerveza costs alone.
| By Smuckin on Sunday, November 12, 2006 - 08:05 pm: Edit |
To each his own! , but god if that chick rode me , i think ,my pelvis would snap.
OMG... YOU PAID THESE WOMEN??