My two day trip to TJ that began Aug. 15th was extended to 4 days by circumstances. Too much went on over the 4 days to write a comprehensive report, so I'll do 2 LONG reports just covering highlights of the most vivid moments. I timed this trip around Tropical's Anniversary Party which went all day and night on Thursday, Aug. 16. I've been to similar events in the past held at sister clubs of BT, and they have always been tremendous fun, so I aimed to make this one at BT. As you'll see below, it didn't exactly work out.

Wednesday:

I decided to go around the I-5 daytime gridlock caused by Del Mar Racetrack and took the 60 to the I-15. This adds almost 30 miles to the drive but it worked beautifully. The 15 was unobstructed and at 80mph plus I made it to the border gates in the same time as the quickest trip along the I-5 would take me.

At the border I got the red light for the first time in ages. I pulled over and the agent said not one word - just pointed to the trunk. I popped it open and he closed it and waved me away without more than a 1 second glance of the contents.

After relaxing and refreshing at the VZ, I was joined by amigo Bosco and we went off to Azteca massage. This was my first visit to Azteca in many months because I can't really handle the stairs very well with my walking disability. Also, I am afraid to get a real massage until my back gets surgically repaired. I'm not convinced that my many massages at Azteca have not to some extent contributed to worsening my condition. However, the idea of getting a soft sensual full body tease as a prelude to what lay ahead is an attractive proposition. I had an epidural injection to my spine the week before that has aided my mobility some, and allows me to stand still for more time without pain, so I thought I'd give it a try.

My favorita Claudia was busy as always, so I selected a cute thin girl sitting behind the reception desk who enjoyed my silly banter with the receptionist and security guard who greeted me warmly after such a long absence. Her name is Erica. Turned out to be the first unintentional magic trick I would pull off during this week. In the room I clearly instructed Erica that my back was essentially a no fly zone - that she should do no more than to use the softest touch on the back. However, I also made it clear that the rest of my body was fair game for a regular medium to strong touch massage.

Erica though made up her mind that I was going to get a full body sensual massage with no real pressure applied at any point of my body. Clearly, her intent was to turn me on sexually. Instant new favorita. She was more careful than some other masseuses I've had to keep her hands away from headquarters, but her massage reminded me of those I received from my dear departed Patty of yesteryear - they were not overt but they felt as if she was making love to me with her fingers. Well, this roused me greatly and I wondered if Erica might be the same chica who tempted me into taboo territory at Azteca long before I ever had anything special happen to me there - she had told me that she's worked off an on at Azteca over a period of years. But she would be too young to be the chica whose last words to me many years ago before disappearing from Azteca were "is there anything else I can do for you?" after delivering a massage so erotic and teasing that I was drooling through the donut hole!

And so Bosco and I depart to AB in the early evening where we both take up respective favoritas - he, the still incredible dancer Liz, - me, the tender beautiful hearbreaker Sonia formerly of the corner of Constitucion and Art.123 - to my eyes, tied for first place with a few others for the most beautiful girl ever to ply the trade in TJ. My Azteca experience caused me to have "quick response" in the room when being pampered by this vision of the ultimate female. Our post-coital pillow talk, always the highlight for me of a session with Sonia as she cuddles in close and naked and continues to stroke by cock and balls as her pretty little eyes move intensely in evidence of her interest of the subject del dia. She usually introduces a topic and this time, it was male sexual response and specifically my response. She was curious as hell to know about my sex life and what caused me to erupt like Mount St. Helens in only a few minutes of hardcore action.

I met Bosco downstairs and we eventually parked ourselves in CC. There I briefly chatted with a new spinner named Melany. She's 19 and adorable and I had an as good as it gets GFE and porn star experience (i.e. PSE) with her on my previous visit. It was so good that I made the nearly unprecedented vow that I would hire her if possible on every single trip I would make to TJ until the time came that I would get tired of her - that seemed at the time to be far in the future. Keep in mind that I'm a monger where the number 2 chicas on my list for frequency are chicas I've been with 4-6 times (Sonia and a few others). So I am not often a repeater -- usually looking to harvest the entire acreage no matter how good a chica is to me. This excludes a few SGs like Araceli, Paola and others who I would look to for no more than a quick inexpensive BBBJ.

So Melany is a major find - something extra special and I saw she and I having a durable business relationship at the Jalos Hotel. I did not want to take her at that moment because I wanted a significant breather after my session with La Sonia. I told her I'd surely encounter her later or on a subsequent night. Later that night one of her regulars arrived and took her off the market for as long as I was prepared to hang around CC that Wednesday night. Oh well, next time.

I ended up doing nothing at CC but saying hola to a couple of amigas and bought one drink for a contender for adorable spinner of the year, a young ultra-cutie pie named Paloma. She was all business and I was not in a mood to marinate her and so she was fired after one drink.

At 1AM Bosco departed for his SD home, and I stepped out on the street to be subjected to a second act of magic - this one far more wondrous than the first. There is a shoe shine man named Oscar who works in front of Tacos Primos though right at the edge of the street. He's the best shoe shine guy I've so far encountered in North America and he's got a nice comfortable rig for me to rest my injured fatass in, and all the supplies he needs to complete an incredible cleaning and shine. Lately though, he has had me in that chair for 40 minutes!!! I am beginning to think he has a fetish for my shoes as he applies loving care forever.

On this beautiful early morning it was a delight. Enjoying the night air and the crazy and delightful sights abounding about the block that CC sits on. All of a sudden I hear a knock on glass - both Oscar and I are startled and look up to see a very pretty young woman sitting at the counter of Tacos Primos behind the glass trying to get my attention. That woman turns out to be "Maria" [sorry can't use her real fake name as this story gets personal], a former legend of TJ for all the wrong reasons. When she began working at a ficha joint about 8 years ago it was generally believed that she was 15-16 years old and she looked it. She was also anorexic in appearance - pencil legs so extremely thin that one wondered how they supported her. Was she half stork? The thin body was topped off by a very pretty face. And so a cult of those who love extremely young looking anorexics formed for her and she was famous - that despite having the very worse reputation of any chica for service in the room. Not even her regulars could coax anything better than a dead fish experience from her. She has worked most of her years in CC - it was assumed she was 18 when she came to CC.

Over the years Maria had children, and filled out to normal proportions - became a very attractive young woman of normal proportions though still quite the delgada. I have not seen her around over the last couple of years.

I had talked to her on only two occasions over all these years. Once I was invited to join her and a friend at a booth in CC 5-6 years ago. My childish behavior was on that night and I know she was super entertained and animated, which isn't like her at all. She is shy and retiscent and generally behaves in the club as if she doesn't want to be there. She would be described as a CC Ice Princess. So I was amazed at her joyful mischevous response to my child's play. One would think an excellent prelude to take her up but with her horrible reputation as a provider, I never approached her again.

On another occasion a CC amiga Alma dragged me away from a table that I was sharing with Luis - the desk clerk at the Villa Zaragosa who I have endeavored mightily over the years to persuade to sample CC with me (he's comfy only at LC and BT), and Alma asked me to come chat for awhile at a table she was at with 3 other chicas, one of them Maria. My personal attention to Maria on that occasion was next to nada.

OK, flash back to present - Maria gets my attention from Tacos Primos and now mouths the words in spanish for me to lip read, "do you remember me?". I am with her and return with mouthing the words, "Si, siempre - Maria". She acts as if so delighted and returns, "you do remember me" clutching her heart and smiling large. When her taco is finished she walks over to me at Oscar's stand and he's got a long was to go. And so we chat for the 15 minutes or so that it will take him to finally release me from the chair. We walked to the corner where she was going to get a cab to take her home but I felt she clearly wanted an invitation to spend some more time hanging out. We ended up hanging out right there and chatting for another hour or so - thanks to my epidural - no way I could have stood there for more than 3 minutes the week before.

She was a changed girl. No more childishness in her. Motherhood and living with a gringo novio for a time and starting her own business has matured her beyond most of her compaņeras. She is now a very serious person and I learned halfway into our chat oh so mercifully, that she now speaks English. She told me she was 27 and had never worked underage (so if she had, she is now lying about her age upwardly - quite unlikely). She said she wasn't going to try to convince guys who liked her because they perceived her as underage that she was 18. She would take their money and allow them their fantasy.

After an hour chatting on the street the magic hits full force and she asks me if we can go out sometime. Of course I was extremely flattered, but I was thinking the idea is pointless. Still, I did not know how to say no as hombres don't often find themselves in this position. So after saying "yes of course", comes the dreaded "Cuando?". I told her I would be in Tropical the following night and that the party there is what drove me to come to TJ on these days. I invited her to join me there at 10PM and she agreed, though expressing some trepidation that she had never been to this club and didn't know what to expect.

We parted and I was delighted with the ego boost, but still hoping against hope that she would not show up at BT the following night. I had my mind on a long night of depraved limitless debauchery with muchos amigos who would be in attendance and of course, the crazy BT chica crew. Now I would at least until 10:30, feel an obligation to remain relatively sober and solo in the event that Maria would appear, and that if she did I'd have to remain within the limits of being a caballero on a first date. I was very unhappy with this peculiar development that would so restrict me.


Thursday:

Skipping ahead directly to the party on Thursday night, it was everything I had hoped for. A drunken Roman orgy with double shifting day chicas by now completely out of their minds with inebriation and delight at the swarm of drunk free spending partygoers. I had been drinking moderately for a few hours already and was carrying a respectable buzz that would not inhibit my behaving decently if my date appeared. My amigos among Ben's "BT Gang" assured me that she would not appear and I so wanted to believe it that I allowed them to pour healthy shots of Tequila from their lined up bottles of Don Julio into my glass. I was kicking in the door to the edge of ecstatic inebriation. Sexy chicas all over me wherever I tread, a big time was ready to explode as the clock clicked towards 10PM. At one point I even danced by myself to Ranchera music by the edge of my table (I haven't dared to dance in a couple of years), found myself surprisingly comfortable on my feet, and was ultimately joined by a chica who danced with me - though it was just a few moments of retrogression to the way I once partied in TJ before I became a gimp.

At about 10:05 I started feeling optimistic that Maria would not show. However, I would still be a caballero and walk out to the street to greet her in case she did - I did not think she'd be happy walking into the madness of BT alone and try to pick me out. On the street the plan was to give her until about 10:30 before I would yell YAHOO and hurl myself full force into the debauchery.

The street was plenty of fun as I encountered two adorable very drunk chicas who were draping themselves all over me....until around 10:15 when I looked up and saw Maria approaching the club.

On one level my heart sank. But she looked beautiful dressed, coifed and made-up to the nines for a big night out. There wasn't any reasonable way to look at this as an entirely negative event. I led her to my table inside. Being a veteran of the ficha bar circuit, Maria certainly knows how to drink and she did put the cerveza away one after another though showing no effects, maintaining her full dignity in the midst of madness. Fortunately she was decent enough to drink sin ficha though I was fully prepared to buy her ficha drinks if that is what she wanted - she was afterall taking a night off of work at CC. The waiters kept bringing pony beers and fichas, and she sent them back for full size bottles and didn't accept the fichas.

As midnight approached I asked her if she would like to stroll over to El Pollo. The chicas love to revisit clubs where they once worked and she had made a stop along the way at El Pollo. She cheerfully agreed and we stepped into that most modern and comfortable of morgues and went through a small cubeta while tipping dancers. A single male would be eaten alive by the ficha sharks in this hustle joint, but I was insulated from the assaults.

We did a little more bar hopping with Maria not interested in going to a late night restaurant (I had assumed that would be the plan). At around 2AM she put in a request that we go to Mike's Disco - the so-called "gay bar" in a basement on Revo and Calle 6 which has what is billed as a Transvestite show every night. The zona chicas love this place so I wasn't surprised at her proposing the idea.

I was a little surprised at what I found at Mike's. Not really a gay bar at all and not entirely a transvestite show. The performers are impersonating star entertainers, but actually at least half if not the majority were male entertainers and mostly Mexican singers. There were some female impersonators and one male stripper. All the singing was lip-synch.

The crowd surprised me even more than the entertainment. There were only two tables of hombres, presumably gay but only one group acted out gay. The other patrons were groups of HOT chicas dressed to kill, and HOT young mexican heterosexual couples, and Maria and I, 50% of a hot heterosexual binational couple. Maria pointed out some hot wild chicas and told me they were AB workers - but I didn't recognize them. I would like to recognize them at AB in the future. Another chica wearing a baseball cap that hid much of her face got up and started yelling "Hola" to me when Maria went to the bathroom. I assumed it was somebody who knew me, but I couldn't place her at all - probably mistaken identity.

Bottom line is that the crowd make-up gave the proceedings more a feel of Chippendales - i.e. gay men performing for the sexual gratification of heterosexual women. Gay men in this joint must feel short changed during these shows. The female and gay male patrons stuff the clothes of the performers with dollar tips, but most often they are stuffing heavy cloth gaucho outfits and not G-strings or anything like it. I took out a roll of 10-15 dollar bills and put in front of Maria advising her that she'd be doing all the tipping.

At 5AM most mercifully the joint closed. I was extremely drunk and exhausted, but was invited to Maria's room in a hotel in Centro. I was too drunk to even know where I was. She declined going to the VZ as she was to pick up her hijos at the airport early that day. They had spent the summer with grandparents and now were returning as school was starting in TJ this week. She told me she would take the kids to a house she owns in Rosarito that she was having construction performed on over the summer - and thus had taken up residence in this Centro hotel.

At around 10AM on Friday I stumbled out of the hotel asleep on my feet and headed back to the VZ to sleep the day away as she got ready to leave for the airport. This was the day I had planned to go home but I had too much unfinished business including Melany at CC and a long awaited reunion with a long time novia at Rio Verde Bar.

To be continued.