Trip Report - 3 Days in Tijuana - El Noble Pauncho has a long weekend

Friday 11/8/02 - The Evening that seemed like "Magic in the Air'

I arrived about 1:30 or 2:00 pm in Centro, unloaded my junk at the hotel, showered and shaved and went to (a purposely unspecified) ficha dancer bar looking for my "novia". She wasn't there.

SGs; went back to the "Alley" and had a non-eventful "15 minute fucky-sucky (everything covered) 3-positions tit-sucking & kisses" session with Susana (See SG reports "Susana de Tlaxcala"). I wasn't really in the mood, but .... there is something about her.

Went to "Club LapDance" and delivered birthday presents for a waiter's son. I had chosen not to attend because he lives next door to "LLD" (short for "Lady LapDance") who is his sister, & I don't prefer her presence. I also gave a DVD to "Sexy" (a family member of LLD).

Enjoyed the stage performance of "Beautiful" (yet another family member of LLD's). But she kept trying to put a (incredibly beautiful) tit in my mouth.

Both "Beautiful" & "Sexy" (& LLD's brother) are smart enough to realize that they gain more from being nice to me than from trying to rip me off. They invite me to their houses from time to time.

Now that I am a reformed man (I promised my novia), I don't partake of lap dances not do I suck the tits of the dancers (in this club). This is because my novia has expressed a desire to see this club and meet my friends, and I don't want them carrying tales. It also saves me money.

I did make a few deposits ($ into g-strings), and permitted the girls to pummel me with their breasts, but just as a gesture of friendship. Also a little massaging of (you guessed wrong !) backs.

Couldn't find the dancer "La Vaca" (Previously a source of significant nutrition in my life) to give her a "Cuentos Infantiles" (children's stories) CD for her kid - I think it was "Caperucita roja" (Little Red Riding Hood).

Went to Restaurant "El Norteño" (SW end of Plaza Santa Celia between Revolución, Constitución, 1st & 2nd streets) and enjoyed a monster bowl of chicken vegetable soup. There was a little girl (maybe 3 or 4) there engrossed in a coloring book. Turns out she was the manager's kid. I gave the CD to him.

Went to Bar El Fracaso - I didn't really have plans beyond dancing. I saw Alma (easy to remember because she looks like a soul sister - but is mexican) who is a friend of Erika's.

She told me Erika hasn't been around lately due to a really sick kid (more likely a boyfriend out of jail...), but could arrange to meet me if I'd set a time... I don't dare because her & my novia know each other. I deferred.

I saw a new face and asked her to dance. I started my usual flirt routine and she acted charmed - a sure sign of a provider. And there was something about her I liked..... There was some kind of magic about her....

After 3 dances, I said "¿Si vas a hotel, veinte dollars por 30 minutos?" (If you go to the hotel, 20 bucks for 30 minutes ?) She said "Yes....." and away we went to my hotel across the street.

In the room, I said " 'Areceli' isn't your real name, is it ?" She replied (in spanish) "Yes it is, do you want to see my tarjeta to prove it?" and whipped out her health card (The pink one). Her name on her health card shows as "V. A. Areceli " (I've used initials for her privacy, but you can verify her identity by them if you go to the room with her).

This is really odd. Many providers flat out refuse to let you know their real names.

Anyway, Areceli is age 22 (no kids), light brown eyes, Shoulder length hair, about 5' 6" in her shoes, light complexion, and seems a little immature. She claims one month in Tijuana, and has no other job than ficha dancing/prostitution. She lives in centro. (her address is on her health card, too.)

In the room, she was a pleasant suprise. Her body is young & pretty, but nothing special. Her breasts have the oddest nipples, they terminate as if a small part has been cut off - but it hasn't. This slight oddity pleases me.

She proceeded to smother me with kisses. I loved it ! No BJ, covered sex. Snug snatch, pretty enough to eat (but I didn't). The kisses added an amount of GFE with an subtle underage flavor to it. Quite nice, I was able to come with a condom (rare for me). (She didn't stay beyond the 30 minutes.)

Afterwards, she asked me if I wanted to return to the bar and dance some more and I told her "Yes". She left and I readied myself. I forgot to see if she wanted a pair of free undies (rather brief) from my collection. Poor girl - no tip!

But then I saw by my watch that it was 8:15, so I zinged over to Club LapDance for yet another agua mineral.

Afterwards, I dropped by my hotel and put a pair of undies in my pocket - In the boyscouts they told me always to be prepared. I returned to bar El Fracaso looking for Areceli, but she was very occupied.

I have my favorite dance partners there. Two of my previous favorites, Sarah #1 & Liliana, are on my shit list for excessively cheating on the count ($ 1.00 a dance). I'll note that Rosa (very long hair) is so honest that it seems like forever dancing with her - but she wasn't there.

Sooooo, I looked around and saw Nancy, whom I had never noticed (athough she's worked there a year). So I asked her to dance. Although she had the usual mexican push-up bra shoving her tits upward & out of her blouse, I didn't take much notice of them. I was captivated by her face.

So captivated that I danced 42 dollars worth, talking, stroking her hair, leaning back and staring at that beautiful face. I may have kissed her cheek a time or two. We danced forever. As I had been thoroughly screwed about two hours earlier, I don't think it was about sex, it was ... like magic.

You know some people say it's what's in your heart that counts, or maybe in Tijuana - your wallet. But this time it was made clear to me - WHAT'S IMPORTANT IS WHAT'S IN YOU PANTS! OK, in my case, my pants POCKET.

Yes, I mean the undies. Near the end of our time dancing together (about 2 hours), Nancy said something that I didn't catch, other than the words "ropa interior" (underthings) and "vender" (to sell).

I figured out that she had heard that I sell undies and such. This is because I had told Erika this to explain my medium-sized assortment that I had with me ("but you don't have to pay because you're SPECIAL").

I asked Nancy what size she was and she replied "Medium". Bingo - that's what I had in my pocket. I handed them to her and she started to check them out, and then suddenly got worried about the other girls seeing this and thrust them into her coat pocket

I was tired that I went back to my hotel and went to bed.

Saturday -

I got up & went to breakfast about 8:00 AM, then returned to the hotel, showered & shaved, walked around the Zona a few times, and generally killed time. I then awaited my novia (due at Noon). I swear this girl couldn't be mexican - she showed up 10 minutes early.

One aspect in which previous Tijuana relationships have lacked is sleeping together. I mean literally, entwined within each other's grasp. It can be so sweet. I had shared this with my novia and that I wanted to SLEEP with her. She has taken me literally on this.

Our six hours together was about 3 hours sleeping, 1 & 1/2 hours talking, and 1 & 1/2 hours having sex. I learned some new words. We have progressed from her breathing heavily (faking - when I was a client), to "Papi" & "Papacito", then "Todo, todo es tuyo", and now "Bajate" (Get down/Eat me!), "Acaba de luz" (you screwed my lights out - in this case DATY), and finally "Me pervertes" You perverted me (DATY).

As a professional, she can fake it better than most, but starting with "Bajate", I'm pretty sure it was real. She had THAT smile on her face. I had to tell her to go look in the mirror, that she couldn't go home like that.

I coached her to think angry thoughts before she stepped in the door to greet her 10, 18, & 20 year-old daughters at home.

After all of that, she didn't want to fuck. Talk about real GFE ! I wasn't too worried because it hadn't been that long since I did Areceli (18 hours), but it sort of pissed me off. But we were to be together Sunday 9:30 AM to 2 PM.

Stopped by the dulceria and picked up some candy that I distribute to the waiters at Club LapDance (in lieu of tips). Went to the club, ordered an agua mineral.
I sat myself down by the stage and watched the dancers.

After just a couple of minutes, one of the three new dancers came up behind me, reached around in front and rubbed my balls. I immediately thought "She may be trying to pick my pocket!"

I said (in Spanish) "Before you waste your time, you might want to talk to your co-workers about me. I'm the biggest cheap-skate that ever visited this place." The dancer replied "Bye!" and left abruptly.

I looked up and saw the four dancers I knew laughing their asses off. As they couldn't have heard what I said, I asked why they were laughing. Turns out the new dancers were "jotos" (gay transvestites). The truth is, one of them could have fooled me (clothes on) if they hadn't told me.

Later on I was talking with "Sis" and I asked her if she had any results from the Keigel Exercises I had taught her the previous week. She blushed (something I had thought impossible - she describes herself [accurately] as being without shame) and admitted that the exercises had helped a lot.

Pressing the point, I asked if her boyfriend had noticed and did he like it. She answered "Yes!". So I told her to do them more often if she wanted to triumph over the other woman in his life. And I told her she wouldn't be able to avoid thinking of me when she was doing it. That earned me a dirty look.

The damage having been done, I left Club LapDance and went to Bar Zonazacapan - good music. I went straight to the bar and ordered a Clamato without ice. What a suprise! My three bucks got me a (maybe 12 ounce) monster glass of the stuff.

This place is kind of scary - not from the Mexicans there, but from the Americans. A really strange bunch...

A woman (maybe 30, decent looking, but nothing special) approached me, saying "Hi". I told her that I was just there for the music. In a short time I downed my Clamato and left.

I returned to Bar El Fracaso and ran into Liliana. She's the very short girl I would like to strap on, but who wouldn't go to the hotel with me. She had also "cheated on the count" of elapsed dances previously (about 6 dances had magically become 10).

She asked me I wasn't asking her to dance because I had seen her go to the hotel with someone else (I hadn't actually seen this). I told her "No. It's because you have cheated me on the count. That's very sad because I really liked you, and enjoyed dancing with you. But I can't any more because I can't enjoy dancing if I have to count, and I no longer trust you. Without trust, there is nothing."

As "straight talk" is outside the Mexican norm, and we were in a public place and were possibly overheard, she was shocked. She gave me "ojos malos" (dirty looks) for the rest of the evening.

I saw Areceli (the "hot stuff" from Friday night) and I danced with her, but she kept looking towards the door to see who was coming in. I gave up after three dances. There was absolutely no magic.

I left the bar and went on a walking tour of La Zona then went to bed.

Sunday///////////////////////

The next morning about 8:00, I got up and went (again) to Restarante El Norteño for - you guessed it - a monster bowl of Chicken Vegetable Soup !

I returned to my hotel showered & shaved, and took a walk to kill time. The morning SGs looked a lot better than usual.

My novia was waiting for me at the hotel when I returned (2 minutes early). She wanted to sleep again, and did so. (What is it that they say - "Be careful what you pray for." ?) We slept until about 1:00 PM. After what all we did Saturday, she had zero interest in sex. GFE indeed!

So I flat out asked her "What's up? Why do you treat me this way? Do I have to ask for sex?" When confronted in this manner she said "Te invito." (I invite you.) But it was non-participatory - not even faking breathing hard. In the light of all this encouragement - I couldn't even come, and eventually lost my hard-on.

At 2:00 PM on the dot, she left to go to work. I am not allowed in the bar she works in during her working hours. She says "Ojos que no ven, corozón no siente" (What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel.)

Divine inspiration in Pedregal Santa Julia

So I went to Pedregal de Santa Julia on the SW edge of town to deliver some baloons (intended for next weeks birthday party) and a couple of toys to an amiga of mine. MUD! More MUD!

Cars going three mph were sliding sideways as if they were doing 50 mph. The mud in the middle of the street was at least a foot deep. Here and there were cars parked where they had gotten stuck. I found a rut where the mud was only 3 inches deep and slogged along.

Of course I had to climb "Escaleras de llantas" (those stairways made of old tires the climb the hillsides). As there was no traction, and I was continually slipping, I can only call it a miracle that I didn't fall down and submerge myself in it.

Anyway, I completed my errand and started back, only, a block later (across from the church) , to happen onto six kids (three on each team) having a mudball fight. They seemed like good kids, but they weren't interested in stopping their fight.

They had stacks of mudballs lined up like snowballs, and they were directly in my path. I couldn't cross the street to avoid them. In this area the mud was at it's deepest. What could I do?

And then - DIVINE INSPIRATION !!! There was a mom-n'-pop grocery about 50 beyond them. I shouted "Hey kids! Put down the mudballs and I'll buy you each a coke.

Good citizens that they were, they all ran home to wash their hands, and returned to the store in about 2 minutes. It took me almost that long to negotiate the mud between me and the store anyway.

All's well that ends well. I scraped all but the last 1/8 inch of mud from my shoes and caught the first taxi that came along. (In this neighborhood, they have covered their carpeting with cardboard). The taxi took me to Colonia Francisco Villa.

When I looked at my shoes, I realized that the taxis in Fco. Villa (not having mud around) probably wouldn't let me sully their vehicles with mud, so I bought a small brush at Gigante, and using water from a puddle in the street, washed my shoes more-or-less clean. I then caught a taxi to centro just as it got dark. (Good thing too - they say it's a dangerous area in the night.)

Went back to my room, showered again & changed, and went back to Bar El Fracaso. Again there was (some) magic in the air.

I spotted Areceli and we went to the room. I told her I wanted more of her fantastic kisses. But somehow they lacked the passion of Friday night. We returned to El Fracaso and danced a bit. But again her attention kept turning to the door. I thanked her after four dances, left, took a walk for some air.

Near Adelitas, I spotted a crippled bum selling "wrapped-wire" figures, including a well crafted alacran (scorpion). He asked and received two bucks for it.

CAUTIONARY NOTE: When I was looking for him later, the police said he is an accomplice of muggers/pickpockets.

I had intended to give it to "Sis" (of Club LapDance and the Keigel exercises), but I showed to Laura/Fernanda the SG (Constitución & the "alley", 30 feet north of the NW corner). She said she collects, so I gave it to her, thinking I could buy another.

Like swallows returning to San Juan Capistrano, I returned to Bar El Fracaso. I spotted Rosa, and she wasn't dancing. I jumped at the opportunity and we danced. There is something about her.... She was the woman that nearly struck me dumb with her beauty when I first started going to El Fracaso.

Like all successful ficha dancers, she has learned the art of flattery and conversation, and ready laughter. But sometimes, when she actually thinks something is funny, she wrinkles her nose (for a fraction of a second) and when she does so, she is so cute it is divine.

This week I discovered her collar bones. They are lovely. Maybe some day I'll get around to noticing her tits (which are good-sized). I just haven't gotten there yet.
Of course we both did the massage routine on each other's backs. We talk a lot and I'm starting to get to know her. I think she considers me "non-threatening".

An aside - Her birthday is the 30th. I'd like to remember it without overreaching. Suggestions anyone? (Already I'm thinking perfume...)

We danced 20 dances and I left, only to return a few minutes later and she was gone (it was near her quitting time).

Well, I no longer dance with Liliana (who in her shoes, comes up to my chin), but I spotted another shorty - better looking, thinner, just a mere wisp of a girl.

You know, the size that you want to pick-up by the waist, and install her on the end of your cock, lifting her up & down in a perverse hybidization of masturbation and normal sex. She smelled good, too.

We danced a few. She goes on my list for further research.

I returned to my hotel and went to sleep.

Monday - Veteran's day

Woke up and went to breakfast. Returned, showered and awaited my novia
We snuggled and talked, and finally had sex. But it seemed that she had no interest and was treating me like a client. Real GFE. I had to think of other girls to get off. She was intent on leaving by 11:45 AM

I had given her the usual stipend Saturday, and had the intention of giving her another 50 bucks Sunday, but forgot. But just after she left, I thought of it. She was supposedly going to the school to pickup her 10 year-old.

As I had imagined she was really working, I hot-footed it over to her bar to catch her and give it to her. That place was almost empty. But I spotted the back of her head. She was already talking to a client.

Well, It's not like I don't know what she does for a living, but it surprised me like somebody had whacked me with a 2 by 4. I just turned and left. She didn't see me.

I walked to La Zona. I had just walked away from seeing the love of my life sitting with another client. I was nearly in tears. (I am FOND of that woman.)

I was walking down the "alley" about 1:30 PM when I saw Susana gesturing to me.
(She normally starts about 3:00 pm) I approached her and she said "Let's go". I was about to refuse her when I saw her engaging smile.

I opted for double time (30 minutes for $30 in lieu of 15/$15). The room (30 min.) was 10 bucks. (Note: ALL covered sex)

We went inside and I told her that I wasn't interested in sex very much (about 2 hours had passed since my novia...), but that I needed a mom right now - lots of hugging and kissing. I told her its hard on one's heart to be in love with a working girl.

She immediately asked who she was and where she worked, but I evaded the question.

In bed, I did have to ask her to remove her bra, but she gave me no trouble about that. We lay down and hugged & kissed quite a bit, but she couldn't keep her hands off my cock. About the third time she she asked me if I wanted a blow job, I said yes. She was PRETTY GOOD this time.

Usually it takes me from a 1/2 day to two days for my next shot, but it had been less than 2 hours. She just about - but not quite - did the job. This was my failing, not hers. We also did 2 of the 3 positions she includes in the price.

She is very sweet. It's not the clock she's watching (see previous posts), but the porn channel. As she had been looking over her shoulder at the TV, I changed our positions on the bed so she could see better. But after that she just stared back at me (I LIKE this...).

Well I wasn't up to it, but I was thoroughly charmed by this girl. I was about to eat her and she was about to let me when I changed my mind

This time was very much a GFE. I think my sad plight awakened her maternal response. Maybe being a loser pays off (If you have ever seen a Tijuana prostitue's idea of a boy friend...).

Told her that being with her makes me want to own her, and that I wish that I was rich enough to pass an entire night with her, but that I was a poor man. She said, philosophically, "Pauncho, the rich and the poor are the same", and mentioned that she never did TLN with clients, but that I was a good, NOBLE (get that !) person, and that she would with me. (This does make me a little suspicious, calling me a "nice guy". Usually this is right before an attempt to scam me.)

What could I do, but start negotiating. It came down to 100 bucks for end of shift (10 PM) until 8 or 9 in the morning for next Friday night - IF I can scratch up that much money. My hotel or hers. And that was her asking price.

I wonder what would happen if I stopped by and apologized about not being able to make it because I had only 75 bucks ?

You know, I might just do that. Already I'm day-dreaming of telling her not to eat and taking her somewhere for dinner - and maybe even to El Fracaso for dancing.

There's just one problem. My provider girlfriend might get suspicious if I can't shoot her a big load the next day at noon.

Additional notes:
Her son is 5 and lives in the south with her parents.
She is very aware of elapsed time.
She's hyper, but I do NOT think she does drugs.
I repeat - small girl, tight pussy.

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In conclusion, I realize that my novia has way too much power over me. He that loves the least controls the relationship. My manner of putting distance between us is to sleep with other women. She has to know that I have options, the same as she does.

I returned to my hotel, gathered up my stuff, and returned to the states.