[This report adds a million words of detail to my "Chillin' in HK" Mexico chat entry from a few days ago. This is actually a prequel. The chat entry is a brief summary of what Part 2 of this TR will report].

I saw her for the first time I am guessing about 10 months ago. I was sitting with an amigo in HK during a typically frenetic Saturday afternoon shift. She was sitting with a customer, probably a financially stable local. First there was the way she looked, an arresting bright smile on a pretty head with a princess's mane of light colored hair falling just below shoulder level. She wore a gold gown that was sexy because tight fitting, but covered her bodily charms. Tall elegant lines to go with the elegant gown (elegant for the zona norte and particularly HK anyway). I didn't realize it until Bro' Matiz stated last week that she resembled a Eurogirl more than a Mexicana. How true! She does look more like a East German Olympic skater or Swiss skier than an HK mamacita. I ascribe the athletic simile in tribute to her healthy good looks. Second there was the way she treated her customer - she drank slowly, seemed fascinated with his discourse while adding plenty of her own, and stroked him ever so delicately in a nice but not to overt location around mid-thigh...just enough to keep him reminded that he was present on one of those 6 or so contiguous blocks of Tijana, Baja California where all the girls say yes.

I was instantly obsessed/infatuated - tossed into this bad habit I've lately developed of becoming hard wired to one chica in the room while being blind to anybody else, no matter how full the room may be of delectible selectable sweethearts. Surprisingly her man of the moment did give up the goods and left the club. She quickly disappeared upstairs into the throng. Amigo and I were on our way out of the club so all I could do was get her name...we'll call her Elena, from the captain of meseros who had been serving her table.

Next visit a few weeks later she was nowhere to be seen. I asked the Captain if she was working and he fetched her out of the dressing room in short order for me. I was thrilled to find her and to be with her and it showed. She found instant ease with my chivalry and kindnesses, and I thought I had hooked a keeper. I am equally happy to encounter sleaze or innocent sweetness in the zona. This chica had all of the latter and in all the ways I'd expected/hoped from my first impression a few weeks before. She sweeted me up good with interested conversation - committed to clear communication despite her lack of English - generally it came off like a successful first dinner date.

Her story was that she had trained as a dental assistant in Mexico and had actually just come to TJ from an illegal stint in that trade in La Puente, CA. She had been there for at least a couple of years, but her freedom and soul was being consumed by a boyfriend who would not let her out of his sight and even so, found regular opportunites to berate her for illusory cheating on him. Don't know what kind of hynotist this guy was to keep her prisoner for two years but it took her that long to run out of patience with him and she fled south - she said because she had not met another soul in SoCal and didn't know what to do. But despite appearances, she's a Mexican girl and she knows how good looking Mexican girls can survive while they think things through in the border village of Tijuana. I departed content that the initial getting to know you marinating session had been an outstanding success. However, she indicated a possibility that she'd soon depart the village and head for another city to work as a dental assistant once again.

And so with my trips to TJ becoming wider apart, I lost her....until about 4 months ago. I sat at the best seat in the zona on another Saturday afternoon - a booth that abuts the 2nd floor stage which is a meeting place for chicas and often has a multitude of them dancing together in various states of undress. A few tips from that booth gets you all the attention you can handle. You are also positioned to see the chica dressing area and baņo so you can keep an eye out for special targets. Through a forest of bodies and curves and fat guys I suddenly thought I had an Elena sighting - she just taking a peek out from the dressing room by the front stair case. I wasn't thinking about her or expecting her to be there, so I did a double take. Then I saw that she had caught a glimpse through the human interference too...and she moved rapidly to my position - a vision again in that gold gown.

Surprise surprise and we are head first into marinating session number 2, albeit delayed by months. Now there is talk of consummation and possible TLNs in our future, but not this day. I stubbornly hold to my original agenda and move on. My amigos know how stubborn I can be about these things...how I am sometimes resistant to living in the moment when in TJ.

On the next trip I found her easily when I walked into HK. It was time for something to happen but I was starting to feel as if our time together had been too tame...that she was impressing me more as a debutante than as a prostitute....that I almost didn't want to despoil the wholesome environmentals that she projected. I decided to go for a test run in the privada booth and I was happy I did...because she was just as conservative sexually as I had begun to fear. This was a very tame couple of private dances. Game over - from now on she is only going to be an amiga with an occasional ficha contributed, but no more.

This brings us to 2 Fridays ago. I am in hour 30 of a sensational break the hiatus visit to TJ - one sensational chica after another all over town and my dance card is full as long as I will remain in TJ this trip. It is late afternoon and a large militia of state police have been sweeping throughout the zona all afternoon. They are all over the place with the heavy arms, bullet proof vests and black masks - their equipment eating up the zona norte curbs. I am avoiding going into clubs unless I know they've already been swept by the cops because I'm carrying a Vicodin for pain relief and of course a speck of Levitra. I don't actually think that would be a big deal because this isn't a shakedown unit - this is a slick mission ordered from on high and these guys aren't going to be impressed with the criminality of some illegal pain medication for an obvious gimp (Vicodin can't even be sold with prescription in Mexico)...and let the gimp have his little erection pill too. But I'm erring on the side of caution - but its not easy because it requires me to stand up outside of bars and wait for them to clear, the standing part being a physical challenge.

I have just met the prettiest girl I've ever seen in AB and she is too good to be true - holding me like a boyfriend and giving me sleaze service at the table even after I stop buying drinks and tell her I'm going to leave, but come back later to consummate our encounter. I am in bad pain and haven't eaten, so my plan is to get full of food, and those medications so I can best exploit the opportunity to be orally manipulated and ridden by the prettiest little girl I've ever seen in AB. Heading towards a good taco stand in the alley, I'm intercepted by an amigo who worked the door and as a waiter at La Botana, but now after getting into romantic entanglements with a Botana chica, has become one of La Caretta's army of meseros. We chat awhile and he tells me that the two Caretta bars are all clear, and whats more a chica who he knows is exactly my type is currently onstage at Caretta 2. He knows my type because he's the one who put me together with Sara Mesera at La Botana years before, and watched me drool over her for months and months.

He wasn't wrong. The chica onstage was thoroughly my type. Petite girl next door prettiness with a body to go with it, probably about 23. Since I was the only gringo in the joint and she had paid proper tribute to the almighty gringo presence during her dance, I figured she'd be sure to run me down if not run me over right after she was done onstage. I did not want that to happen - I had taken my meds, but now I wanted my taco and consummation with the prettiest young chica I've ever seen in AB. But of course before I could unload the poor seat of my fat ass, the chica was by my side having asked the waiter to introduce us. OK OK, she's HOT...really seriously steaming scalding HOT! OK, one drink....UNA, OK? OK, una she agrees. As her seduction unfolds rapidly, I tell her honestly and clearly that she and I will have to be an item for another day...I'm walking a path that I will not be pushed off of. She's not happy with my resolve and her aggressiveness just goes to turn me off further and make it easier to leave. I leave.

I inhale a taco at Tacos Gloria, and now for some stupid reason I'm drawn to poke my head into the just cleared HK. I walk into the bar and kind of like what I see dancing on the bars, and I park it for awhile. Within a minute, the La Coretta chica is pushing through the curtains and walking a path hard towards me. Now she's got me covered and is raping me HK style...all raging tongue and lips and hands and exposed flesh. A glimpse on to the main stage brings the recognition that none other than Elena is the feature dancer of the moment - she has halted her movements and stands at the end of the stage nearest the front entrance glaring at me as I may appear to be enjoying the La Coretta chica's assault upon me. Elena doesn't dance, just stands there and watches. And now, as if this were a a Greek stage production, the deux et machina in the form of classic Redsnake poster Jocannon devolves upon me and pokes me in the shoulder. The belts of embrace are loosened and Jo says he's seen the whole thing unfold - he watched the chica cross the alley from La Caretta and stalk me into HK. "You and me have the same taste in chicas, amigo". "Yeah", say I, "beautiful young women appeal to both of us".
I go on to tell him that I haven't voluntarily concocted this brew I'm drinking. He tells me he'd be glad to take her off my hands, and arms, and waist, and mouth, et al. "Great" sez I as Jo prepares to paint this crazy bonita green with currency from head to toe three times over. She's got what she wants and I am free. I sit down with a couple of Mex-American conocidos I've met along the way and just try to take the whole thing in for laughs. Elena is now finished onstage and is sitting on the lap of some guy immediately to my right. Once my new amigos depart, she assaults me with 10 times the fury of the La Caretta girl. I'm thinking there's going to be some bullshit drama based on her stage gaze, but no, she gets right to rape. She is once again wearing the gold gown to which she accords great dishonor with her shockingly drunken sluttish behavior. Fine from another chica, but not Elena. This girl should not be on this track. The zona waste is setting in...the downcycle that will pull the rug out from everything good she had planned to make of her life. Instead she'll be a professional alcoholic hooker throwing herself obnoxiously at every gringo fatass with a few $20s to spend. We made out furiously - she portraying passion but the odor of cerveza coming from her was overwhelming. Neither my heart or sexual organs were into it, but she began processing the latter with her hands and I have to admit, that did it. Especially after having been processed by the La Caretta chica and also by the prettiest petite sweetheart I've ever seen in AB.
So I was roarin' ready to go and what better way to find closure than to just take her to the room...finally. And so I paraded her to the Cascadas entrance passed sober SGs who I'm sure admired her glamour and beauty, but looked down upon her professional drinking baraccha ways. I could see them pitying her and I too pitied her. What a bad detour to take me off the path to the prettiest chiquita I've ever seen in AB.
Once in the room the gold gown came off and she went to the bathroom and closed the door....to heave up the last cubeta I hoped. Ultimately we got into embrace on the bed and resumed the face sucking that began in the bar. I was at least happy to exploit the fact that she would not be as conservative in the session as I feared from our earlier encounters...but I also feared that our session would only last as long as she was not actually lying down - at that point she was likely to go into a coma and that is exactly what happened. I have had this kind of experience before and so it seemed like Deja-Vu. After a few minutes I took a shot..."Elena, are you going to be able to give me service?" about the only way I could muster to express the question in spanish at that moment. "Si" she said without conviction, but at least she was consious, but then she wasn't.

And so we lay together naked in embrace with her asleep and me counting down to what I hoped would be an early knock. No such luck today - the taljero decided to be extra generous and let us lie there. Meanwhile, I'm not proud to report that my overteased sex machine was near the point of explosion upon the mere contact it felt with her kitty. Hell, that could even lead to a virgin conception...I've seen the movie "Qincienera"! However, I was determined not to let that happen and moved the boy back from the point of contact.
Finally the knock! Hallelujah. I advise the taljero to have some patience - that it will be difficult to rouse and dress the baraccha. Eventually, the baraccha roused and dressed, I proceeded to guide her back to the front entrance of HK...the weak leading the momentarily weaker. At the entrance she thanked me for taking care of her and everything will be different next time and yes she'll get in a cab and go home and blah blah blah.

I proceeded quickly around the corner hoping against hope to find the most adorable chicalette I've yet to encounter at AB. My hope was not redeemed. I felt like screaming at the forces of the Universe for reversing my good fortunes so radically. I cried out for intellegent, sober, stable companionship. Perhaps that could happen at CC where I had encountered a potentially sober and stable companion during the wee hours of Thursday. But instead, I was engulfed into the unruly and creepy behaviors of a now toxically polluted Jocannon whose fortunes had apparently also severely reversed since I had seen him jovial and horny a few hours before at HK with my La Caretta chica stalker. Jo is one of the best guys to run around TJ with, but tonight he's bad company and I was a click from despair. I needed to close the day down despite a relatively early hour for me in TJ.

First though, I had to find release or risk abandonment by my poor penis which had been waiting to be fed all day with aromas of sweet tender meat swirling before his hungry head. You gotta take care of your body parts or they will stop taking care of you, verdad? So I marched into the alley without any intention of being selective - but I did end up with the prettiest girl in the Callejon - Rubi de Veracruz. It took the edge off of the day, not because it was particularly good sex, but because of the amusing finish where my hoped for Peter North'ing of her beautiful face fell far short and nothing more than a furious hand soaking.

To bed and out of this fucking place as soon as I wake up tomorrow...and that's how it went. I drove home that Saturday afternoon sad for Elena and sour on TJ, knowing I would be canceling the following week's planned trip down if not for the fact that Bro' Matiz would be there to spread his light and insulate me from the darkness. Hard to imagine I could have felt that way when I see him cavorting with the Queen of Darkness - Rosa at HK, but that's how I felt at the time!

Anyhow, I want to rant about my loss of tolerance for the damage that the village of TJ inflicts on sweet young women who should be riding the slopes of Switzerland under bright sunny skies instead of spending bright sunny days in the village in dark creepy holes trying to survive by accepting an unending flow of poison beverage purchased by the low lifes of North America, but you are spared more of this by my early appointment with my surgeon this morning. I must sleep.

And so there will be a Part 2...redemption for Elena?