I apologize for the length, but if you have enough time to read through, you will at least understand the inspiration.


By the time my eyes open at 2PM on Sunday, amigo Matiz is long gone and probably just a few miles from his home in Matizland, CA. My Rio Verde chica hasn't called to explain why we apparently aren't going on our Sunday outing as planned (i.e. the very cause of this visit to TJ being her eagerly delivered invitation 2 weeks prior). I leave messages for her where I can, but it is all CYA - I am actually happy to be free of plans and obligations and just have the opportunity to enjoy a peaceful Sunday in TJ.

Breakfast was a leftover muffin I had purchased at Gigante at 4AM following Saturday's festivities....have any of you golosos taken advantage of the wide array of decent baked goods available around the clock at Gigante for a pittance? Definitely the highest calorie to expenditure ratio I've ever seen in the food world.

Now I've been suffering with this goddamn sciatica (sic?) in my legs for too long now - really slowing down my tempo in TJ. It had been temporarily relieved by the therapeutic touch of Miriam at VivaMex the day before, but now it was back and hurt like hell...gave me a good excuse to finish off my muffin breakfast with a Vicodin EX left over from my last dental disaster.

I'm kind of floating nice and mellow from bar to bar drinking only water, when I run into El Fuego sitting solo in a stealthy spot at Tropical. Haven't had an opportunity to see one of my long time TJ running buddies in too long, and we took some time to catch up. I told Elf I was going to move on to HK - I was ready for some action and in my mellow mood I wanted to be assaulted by sharky chicas who would stick their stuff in my face and rearrange my trousers for a buck...not my usual thing these days but the old man wanted to test the afternoon's arousal quotient. Elf gives me a message to transmit to the apparently gorgeous America who is the subject of lots of yabber over here - I love being a player in El Fuego's games...but nobody at HK I could recognize or discover to be America.

I was surprised to see the lesbian show on the small stage of the 2nd floor. I finally absorbed a couple of Tecates and they were a fine recipe to go with the Vicadin...I was most pleasantly intoxicated and relaxed...didn't require anything more than a chica's touch. But it was a long time before one of them thought to approach or touch me...what, I can't even get sharked in HK?

I am preparing to leave and all of a sudden I am locking eyes with Chica X. Yup, no names in this episode and after you hear it only a few diehard name demanders will wonder why. In fact, my own behavior in the upcoming episode is so disgraceful that I don't even want to confess I'm talking about myself. Wish I could leave my own name out of this.

Flashback to about 10 months ago when I first met CX. She was new to the sex worker biz having just turned in her mesera's apron at another bar. When she spotted me on that occasion, she clearly decided that I was going to be her customer that afternoon - she stalked me silently but followed me with every shift in location - never actually approaching me or saying anything, but locked into me with her bedroom eyes and perpetual painted on sexy smile. It was kind of exciting actually. I thought I lost her when I climbed the stairs to the mezzanine and placed my cervezas on a table, then disappeared into the baņo. When I emerged, I found her sprawled across the seat of my booth. So now, let the games begin.

CX looked up at me languidly and asked if I'd buy her a drink. I told her it would have to wait awhile since an amigo was sick back in his hotel room, and I was concerned - had to find a location where I could make a phone call and see if he was OK. CX now springs into action - calls over a mesero and gives him the keys to her room at Cascadas - tells him to go in and bring her cellphone. 5 minutes later he's got it and she allows me the use of her phone to check on my friend. He's OK, so I'm ready to get it on.

On that afternoon 10 months ago I smoked some powerful weed before heading over to HK. Understand, I rarely ever use or possess la mota when I'm in TJ, and my lifelong use of it (well, since my hippie days of the early 70's) is on the serious wane. This morning was an exception and la mota was very busy in my brain in all the right ways. I settled in with CX and she pushed all the right buttons and I unleashed a storm of creative boothplay...don't ask me what exactly - do you really think I'd remember?...but it was oh so different from the norms of engaging a chica in a zona club. CX just GOT IT!! She was right there with me all the way and we preceded to enjoy for what was for me to that point, the single most enjoyable time I ever had with a chica in TJ...and we never got out of the booth. I call such events "moments"...we had a moment - all spontaneously a brush fire grows out of a lit match and grows and grows and WOW AMIGOS!!!

The "moment" lasted 4 hours (actually 5 counting another hour of decompressing when my sick amigo returned to action from the hotel), during which I spent $130 in fichas and on my own beers. That is the best $130 I ever spent in TJ and never did get to a bed and I never did cum though she gave me continual opportunity to do so - but the excitement level was unprecedented (following this escapade I grabbed a regular SG and produced a money shot that Peter North would envy - she knowing my usual proclivities in semen production was taken aback at the dimensions of this fusillage).

Well, you'd think I'd be running back to CX frequently, but uh-uh. I tend to regard such "moments" as non-duplicatable. They are the product of spontaneity and conditions that can never all come together again. You go back to the chica, you can only be disappointed...so why not let the fantasy fulfillment play in your brain for the rest of time since you just can't turn these kinds of events on and off at will.

CX has since become quite popular at HK because she's so damned flaca the way the boys like it, because of her bedroom eyes and sexy smile, and she is a true artiste on the stage - really dances and "interprets" the music rather than just holding on to the pole and shaking her ass. Obviously, she's pretty fine company in the booths as well. I don't even know if she goes to the hotel - when I first met her she said that she didn't (though I hadn't asked her). So she's usually busy when I walk through during her shift, but on a couple of occasions she's stopped me to ask me if I remember her. I tell her that of course I do...that I shared one of the most memorable afternoons of my life with her. Only when I'm able to recall her name am I off the hook - peck on the cheek and we go our separate ways.

OK, back to the present...FINALLY. I am on my way out of HK on this Sunday afternoon when our eyes lock. A brief chat and I decide that I'll buy her a drink just to be friendly. As soon as we sit down I am shocked and delighted to be instantly transported back to that incredible afternoon 10 months ago - the switch was indeed turned on just like that...we seamlessly picked up exactly where we had left off. All my confident philosophy about not being able to duplicate such an event all wrong wrong and wonderfully wrong, at least in this instance.

Her ficha beer sat untouched for almost a half hour as her lips were too busy with mine and also exploring the rest of me (that is a large world to explore!). And now it seems that the roof is about to cave in as I hear those poisonous words, "Please buy my amiga a drink". Her amiga, we'll call her Chica Y had just finished a dance routine. This one is younger than CX at 20, beautiful face, incredible large and firm T&A, but unlike CX, a well developed ficha roll in the abdomen.

I'm kind of pathetically whining to CX that she's fixing a situation that ain't broke - I am just real happy with her company and why do I want to change the elements...rearrange the playing field?? She's deaf to all that...buy my amiga a drink...tip my amiga...por favor?!?!?! CY is now on top of me with firm boob in my mouth and a hand aggressively stroking a very happy dick. I know I've got a $5 in my pocket and transfer title to CY...thinking/hoping that's as much money as she'd make with a ficha drink and she'll leave us alone. That was not to be. I suppose a reasonable alternate scenario is that the $5 would fuel her initiative and that is what happened.

But golly, it weren't nothing but GOOOOOOOOOOOD! Time to end my futile protests and go with the flow. And so it is decided that we'll go to the deserted 3rd level of HK. I purchase a 7 beer cubeta for the chicas to share, with tip I'm out roughly $55, and with the exception of a later demanded purchase of beef jerky, that's all the money I'm going to be out for an experience that will far exceed the amazing one that preceded it with CX 10 months ago.

After a couple of wide eyed tourists depart after eyeballing us for too many minutes, we are all alone on that third level. Not even the meseros come up to bother us, nor the vendors as the 1st and 2nd levels have plenty of customers, but we are the whole deal on level 3.

The chicas are reduced to their birthday suits, my trousers are rearranged to the point that the beltline is roughly at my knees, and a no holes barred 3some breaks out at levels of passion and intensity that I could never imagine would be part of a transaction virtually in public in TJ or anywhere. There was more fuel for the fire - whereas I arrived to HK stoned the first time I met CX, this time it was she who was yearning for la mota, and we took a few breaks to draw on her supply in one of the privado booths that have been relocated to the 3rd level (why nobody was using them that afternoon was kind of eerie...like I was being Punked or some such). So now I've got the Vicadin, cerveza, mota combo interacting like a symphony orchestra and we are all enjoying some wondrous moments....two beautiful heads and one ugly one all converging and 3 sets of lips and tongues exploring each other simultaneously and endlessly...all while 4 hands massage my every inch of hardness along with the contiguous territories simultaneously. We were deep enough to where we were absolutely oblivious to the "show" that we were in essence presenting, at least potentially...but for some eerie reason, we simply were not visited at any time when we were in particularly compromising positions. Another HK chica who I've known for many years came up a couple of times just to toke her own mota in a privado booth (yeah, we joined her).

This went on for no less than 3 full hours - though CY departed to make rounds looking for paying customers with increasing frequency as the party failed to let up. Finally I had enough and with this much action for so long, so did my little partner in sleaze between my legs. Again I didn't cum, but I was on Cialis and it looks like the safety valve of avoiding a harmful 4 hour erection kicked in...cuz I was kaput!

Upon announcing my intent to depart there came the expected novia noises from CX. "Why you leaving?" "I have to drive back to L.A. tonight (lie)". "I will ride with you to la linea!" "No you won't!" "You will take me on a ride down the coast the next time you're in TJ". "Yeah, love to do that baby (lie - and the only reason I could enjoy this afternoon's experience was because existing fake novia invited me to come down and drive her down the coast...and flaked). I couldn't help but gush in English about the many ways that she had moved me that afternoon - knowing she wouldn't understand a word - but it is something I just have to do when I cross into new territory with a chica - say what is on my mind whether or not I can pull it off in Spanish. I actually could have said this stuff in spanish, but not so eloquently. She needed to understand but I protested that she should know it is all very good and let's pass on to the next chapter. Not content to let it go, she whistled a bilingual waiter to join us and translate. When hearing the words in Spanish, she swooned.

I meant what I said, but I will be avoiding HK for the conveivable future during afternoon shift - or walk in only with good excuses at my disposal.

I fell out of HK in the early evening, the full pain level now restored to my legs and considering all things relevant to that time and place, I literally could not walk. My aim was to get far enough away from HK, find a bar I could collapse into and recuperate. Before that happened, Sampson comes rolling through the zona in his pimpmobile. He stops and tosses open the passenger door, there I collapse into his front seat sitting on about 174 cell phones that he had arrayed on the seat.

We drove around aimlessly for awhile - then decided to park at Leyva and have a drink at CC. Papi S has got a couple of chicas in his stable who moonlight at CC. One of them joined us in a booth and she was drop dead gorgeous...somewhat thick below the neck, but a face constructed for a beauty pageant and sexxxxxyy. I was hot for her, but she only had eyes for Papi S. Another day for me tal vez.

Now Sampson wants to contact another empleada or prospective empleada at another alley bar. I am now capable of walking and stroll down the alley with him. He finds his chica and when we depart the bar, I am being beckoned from across the alley by the new princess of all TJ, Atziri. In Part 1 of this epic I described my failure to hook-up with her the night/morning before - too much money I was thinking at the time. Now with her beckoning and it being a much more peaceful Sunday night, I'm thinking that perhaps she's ready to accept my counteroffer of $30 for 20 minutes. Nope, still $40 to deal with my fat ass.

I surrender, she's freaking gorgeous, sweet as all hell, why not just treat her as I would a bar girl. So my offer is $50 for a half hour. My experience with her hotel (though she said she'd go anywhere) is that you pay your $3, and if the joint isn't busy, nobody will ever disturb you. It is purely up to the chica to call time. This is the same dive that famous SG Araceli's uses btw.

I just got to cut this off so all I'll say is that Atziri was a revelation. Not a GFE, but neither did I push it (I really had actually had experienced enough GFE for that particular day at this point). She got totally naked in that cold room almost too fast (I like to undress them slowly). I reminded her that we had plenty of time and let's take everything slow. That was the first of all my suggestions that she received like biblical commandments. Totally compliant to what I wanted in that nasty bed, EXTREMELY sexually knowledgeable - where do you find that in the Calle with a heartbreakingly adorable chica who could pass for 16? She did assure me that she was of age - 20 she claimed. I didn't quite buy that she was 20, but her sexual know how told me that she was no child either. She's a total professional (in the best sense of the word). She has earned a rare spot in repeating rotation (I rarely repeat with chicas...afterall, you can't duplicate a "moment" can you? ). If I do her a thousand times I don't think I'll get tired of her. Just hope some of you will leave her the fuck alone when I'm in town so I can get my business done.

I may have written in Part 1 that this was supposed to be the last visit to TJ for while - I was planning an ambitious hiatus primarily for financial reasons...need to buy some suits dudes, ya know? But it is no revelation that there are times that our playground is not just addictive, it is hyper-addictive. I am powerless to fight resisting the lure after THIS trip. So this upcoming weekend will be the last visit!!

Good report Erip.
Nice of you to mention me
"a few diehard name demanders"
So what is her name?
Was this escapade the Sunday after I saw you on the Sat night?

Am I the only one who cannot find your PART 1 trip report anywhere?

Btw the way. We obviously have different opinions of Atziri.
I spelled it Azriti of Mexico City who stands in almost the same spot as the overhyped unattractive Aricelli.
Same cute in clothes, young with huge real boobs?
nasty and sexually knowledgeable? Huh?
Nasty yes but in a differnt way to me.
I most definitely will leave her alone
see my review of her in the SG section.
BTW did she shave her legs yet?


(Message edited by maximus743 on February 08, 2006)

So what is her name?

LOL! You are so diehard. But every message board needs and is led by its extremists. I'll reserve her name until the next time we turn up in the same space at the same time.

Was this escapade the Sunday after I saw you on the Sat night?

Yes.

Am I the only one who cannot find your PART 1 trip report anywhere?

You should find it immediately below under the erroneous title referring to some Najera morena named Diana. Somehow, someway this title from God knows where adhered to my browser while I was posting and stuck even after I deleted it with the correct title. I've written to Hombre and hope he can make the correction. The "edit" feature doesn't let me change the subject title.

Btw the way. We obviously have different opinions of Atziri.Text

Thank goodness all mongers do have different opinions of chicas. It is never a good thing when the consensus comes down on a single chica.

I got the spelling of her name from her writing it...still doesn't mean it is correct!

We are talking about the same chica for sure though we obviously had different experiences. She was out of this world amazing and an absolute angel. It helped that I had some "marinating" time with her in a restaurant the night before (Part 1), and paid and treated her like a BG.

Sorry, didn't notice hairy legs which means maybe she did shave them. Hairy legs wouldn't go with a schoolgirl outfit that she wore on Saturday night, but not on Sunday when I nailed her. Schoolgirls with hairy legs...NO NO NO NO NO!!

I did explore her body from toe to head...though avoiding DATY as I usually do with SGs and lately, most BGs. I was amazed at the access she granted...not what you expect from the lookers on the street.

Excellent glad she shaved as it was such a turn off.
And she did look cute in clothes but was very full of herself and overconfident. Those end of street girls on both sides often have serious attitudes for being second and third team vs the rest of the street who are much friendlier most of the time.

Atziri hangs in 2nd team territory but she's 1st string all the way. Except for her pricing (i.e. being aware of her value), she wasn't the least bit full of herself - either when I simply engaged her over a taco Saturday night, or when I ravaged her in the hotel on Sunday night. It could be my being older than you...I've come to the realization that mongering middle-agers and abuelos enjoy certain advantages as well as the obvious disadvantages. I also undoubtedly paid more knowing your mantra for holding down price. I think you are correct in the sense that she does clearly realize how appealing she is and she's not in the least shy or timid, but that didn't dilute her sweetness during any of the time I spent with her.

But she did catch the maximally-discriminating Maximus eye, so that should speak volumes about her looks for innocent bystanders on this thread. :-)

Thanks for posting your TR. Great reading and your storytelling is very engaging.

We have actually met many moons ago. I used to post under the handle Bumpy. Perhaps you remember?

With the bag of toys??

Just
Curious

BUMPY??? No kidding??? Bumpy evolved into MongerX??? Wow, I'm really out of the loop. I remember you very well amigo...you came through like a comet with intelligent and hilarious posts and you were even more fun in person....and then she took you away from from the monger party.

Que Paso? Drop me a PM with the rest of the story...and thanks for the kind words btw.

And yes, I remember certain toys being introduced to CC one evening - they were quite a hit.

Maximus, I read your review of Atziri - I still think there are too many coincidences and similarities for us not to be discussing the same chica, but you posted that she is from Mexico City and she told me she's from Monterrey...fwiw.

Otherwise I'll reserve comment on your outrageous review...let's just leave it as a classic application of YMMV. We may have to coin a new acronym...YPAMMVE - Your Perceptions and Mileage May Vary EXTREMELY! :-)

Great reporting Erip, as usual. And posting in multiple locations is a great idea, let's all follow Erip on that note.
Man, if I had a peso for everytime you've said, 'it's my last trip for a long time' . . .

Curiousone, we'd both be rich if he did pay a peso for his mantra, "it's my last trip for a long time". Actually, I think we'd both be getting paid for this weekend! ;-0

Hey Erip, great to see long posts from you and sounds like you're still enjoying TJ to its fullest. But I gotta say...

need to buy some suits dudes, ya know?

They're supposed to make MEAN suits for not much $$ in SEA...

So nice to see some of the Tj vets come out and post some comments.

Erip, SO TRUE
"But she did catch the maximally-discriminating Maximus eye, so that should speak volumes about her looks for innocent bystanders on this thread. :-)"

Porker, that was long?

Hi Erip, nice to see Samson was available at the right time to rescue you in your hour of need. And what's with all the cell phones in front seat of his car? has his business really taken off to where he must have multiple phone lines? (LOL!)

M. Bates

Stangely enough I know have 5 cell phones, which has brought down my phone bill considerably. I use to be around $200 per week and and now have it at around $120. One cell is American to call clients, when we have two in the office and two with me at all times. If I could get all the other ladies on Nextels I could eliminate two phones, but that would be pretty hard to do.