Juarez trip report -

I was in Juarez this past Saturday, and will try to describe a night which was for me like a speeding car coming at me with bright lights blinding.

I arrived at the border around 4 PM and parked in a pay lot on the US side, about 1/3 mile from the 25 cent toll bridge in downtown El Paso. Unfortunately, I did not have a copy of Sire Juan's or the WSG postings on Juarez and also had no internet access to allow me to re-read them. SO after crossing into Juarez and wandering around and beginning to get quite disoriented, I took the logical but costly solution of jumping into a cab and saying take me to the beautiful women.

I was whisked to a place called 'Pink Ladies', where the doorman confirmed that I asked the cabbie to take me there. I knew what this meant - exorbitant prices due to the cabbie getting a cut from what I spent - but I didn't see any choice, as I was clueless as to where I was going. I walked inside and was immediately confused as to what the best course of action would be. Pink Ladies was pretty small compared to the TJ clubs, and on this Saturday afternoon at 4:30, there were about 15 ladies and an equal number of guys about the bar and parlor area.

One of the distressing things about my journey to Pink Ladies was that it seemed to be a lonely outpost of debauchery, so unlike the Zona Norte of Tijuana, where there are a dozen clubs within two blocks of each other. There was also a complete absence of street action, whereas in TJ, street girls are omnipresent, almost two deep on the sidewalks in the summertime. I was pretty apprehensive getting out of the cab and knowing that if this place wasn't happening, I would still not know where I was or how to find the real action.

The ladies were mostly in the 4 or 5 range on a scale of 10, with the best being around a 6. The best looking chica in Pink Ladies would be an average or below girl at Adelitas in Tijuana. The available women were almost universally older than the average TJ club as well, with almost all that I saw clearly over 30. I was quickly greeted in a friendly manner by Rosa, an older but moderately attractive English speaking woman in a teddy who was seated at the bar immediately inside the entrance. My host wasn't the most attractive woman in the place, but I figured I would buy her a drink ($3) and figure out what the scoop was on Juarez from a friendly chick who spoke English.

We talked for awhile and Rosa told me about the places she had lived in the U.S. I asked her about the clubs in Juarez, and she assured me that I had come to the best place for daytime action in the Zona Roja area, and that the other clubs, which were a few blocks away, would be just opening at 5:00. I got a great vibe from Rosa, who kept rubbing my upper thigh and crotch while we talked. I kept trying to figure if she was solidly enough in the marginally attractive category to ensure success if I decided to take her to la cama. Well, her tits looked pretty good, and I needn't have been worried about the attractiveness quotient. My rock hard dick broadcast that she would do just fine.

The subject of getting better acquainted came up and she said let's go somewhere and talk. I was quite comfortable where we were, and said so, but she just smiled and took me by the hand to an office in the back of the club. We sat down and were immediately joined by an old woman who started telling me prices.

Sticker shock was the result. I knew taking a cab was a mistake before I did it, but when I was told that the rate was $70 for medio hora, I was feeling ill. The chick just wasn't attractive enough to be commanding that price. It was explained to me that the cabbie, who had done nothing but take me on a three minute ride, was going to get HALF of what I paid. I said that the rate was still outrageous, but how much for extra time, say one hour? I was told that this could be had for $80. Dos Sexos? Sure. Including hotel? All inclusive. I was pretty horny after three days of abstention from any form of sex, so I said why not. The money was paid right then and there.

The club had rooms available on site, but the rooms were the caliber of the street girl's hotels in TJ - no sink, no toilet, no shower, just a bed and a light with a red bulb. There was a common bathroom in the hallway with the toilet seat missing. It was pretty scummy.

Mama came back with us and I had to give her a tip for examining my peepee and blessing us with a roll of toilet paper and a couple condoms. I offered a dollar, and was informed that the standard donation was $3. I wasn't about to fight over $2 after it had taken me $80 to get to this point.

Once my chica stripped and we got into it, I felt much better. I was offered bareback oral, and heartily accepted. She sucked with gusto, firmly and deep, and it wasn't long before I was good and ready to spew. But I wanted to hold off and enjoy things. Rosa was pretty good at boca therapy, and kept at it for a good 10 minutes. When she warned me that I couldn't cum in her mouth, however, it was time for the sexo.

I hopped on top and banged away for a few minutes, while she urged me on. When I moved her legs close together and my legs outside hers, I was able to achieve the maximum penetration I crave, and she gave precisely the look of mild discomfort that I have wet dreams about. It didn't take much of this to realize I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer, and I thrust deep inside her and gasped for air as I came.

She held me on top of her for a precious few moments after my eruption, and after I rolled off and we had disposed of the rubber, we got to talking more about the other clubs. Rosa rattled off a few names, but only one, Panama, rang a bell. As we talked, she gave me a halfway decent massage with oil that really relaxed me.

I was enjoying talking to her, but the knock came about 10 minutes early. She volunteered to try and get me off again, but I said no, thanks, I'm gonna go see the rest of Juarez. While dressing, Rosa gave me directions to Panama, which was about three blocks away. After dropping her off at the bar, I told my cabbie 'no mas' when the little weasel was still waiting for me outside Pink Ladies, and walked off in search of my pervert's Lost City of Gold - the Chicago Club of Juarez!

It turns out that Pink Ladies isn't far from the rest of the action, but just off the beaten path. Sire Juan of the East Coast sires and other postings at the World Sex Guide have given pretty good directions as to how to arrive at the other clubs in the red light district of Juarez, and it is indeed just past the teenie discos about 1/2 mile from the border. The other clubs are about 3 blocks (west?) from Pink Ladies, and there are at least a dozen, most of which I would say resemble the traditional Mexican dance hall places rather than the brothelesque TJ clubs like Chicago Club and Adelitas.

I poked my head into a good half dozen of these clubs and was quite unimpressed with the action at 5:30 on a Saturday afternoon. I was looking for the Panama club, as it was the only name I could remember from previous postings and Rosa's scouting report. She had said they usually had lots of fine looking women there. Well, I did find the place, but it was pretty much empty. There were about 5 girls and about 8 guys in the whole place, which was quite small. A couple was slow dancing to a banda type song, while another couple was playing pool. Some ladies were occupied talking to guys, all of whom appeared to be locals. The few women I did see weren't particularly attractive. I saw no one who rated above a 6. This wasn't working for me.

The other clubs I encountered on my three block trek were even less impressive. I would walk in when I heard music, but all I found was lots of couples dancing. The dance hall appeared to be alive and well in Juarez! Every once in awhile, a club would have a single girl taking it off on stage. They were rarely attractive girls. I was beginning to think that Pink Ladies was the best Juarez had to offer...

I was about to give up my search and leave town quite disappointed. I walked into a liquor store, bought a bottle of tequila and was about to make my way back home, walked a block in search of a cab and didn't readily see one. At the far end nearest the border of this cluster of clubs, I decided to try two more places. As I was walking down the main drag of this little seedy neighborhood (Juarez street?) toward the border (north?), these were the two last clubs before heading into the disco area. The club on the right side of the street was just like all the rest - non-descript. But the club on the left, Ano Nuevo, was where I would spend my next eight hours, most of which were spent in absolute bliss.

As I entered, the atmosphere was like a run down strip joint. The smell of Pine Sol was kind of overwhelming. I told myself, well, at least it's probably clean! There was a girl dancing on a two foot high wooden stage, and she looked pretty damned good. She was bent over, and her rounded tush was smiling at me from beneath her too small lingerie. As she rose, I saw that not only was there a great looking butt, but chichis that were bubbling out through her top as well.

I immediately made a beeline for the stage, placed an order for a coke ($2), and sat 2 feet away from this girl, mesmerized. When I pried my way eyes away from her, umm, ASSETS, she had a beautiful face as well. She looked like a pale (it's winter time, after all), more voluptuous version of Jennifer Lopez. Beautiful lips, long black hair, dark eyes that sparkled continuously. She was about 5-6, 135, with what I would say were 34C breasts. Lust had struck and struck hard!

I held up my dollar to get her attention, stuffed it in her bikini bottom, and asked her name - Yvette. After she finished dancing, I was hoping she would come over for a drink, but she instead retreated to the back of the club for MORE THAN AN HOUR where she sat at a table with three guys, who bought her numerous drinks.

The other dancers that paraded before me were a mixed lot. There were skinny girls, fat girls, young girls, old women, good dancers, bad dancers. There were about fifteen in all, some of whom danced in tandem, as the stage was quite long with two poles that didn't quite reach the ceiling and a railing in the very back.

One of the other dancers besides Yvette also caught my eye. She was extremely thin, and wore a nice two-piece thong bikini while dancing, with her chichis looking surprisingly large as they were maximized by her top. She was light-skinned and had long brown hair which she alternated between pinning up and leaving it flowing all night. She looked to be quite young, at the latest early twenties, and was probably about 5-4 and 110 lbs. I also tipped her a dollar and asked her name. She broke into a big smile and told me 'Alexia'. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

When I caught Alexia sitting alone in the back of the club after she had finished dancing, I figured I would go try my luck, as it appeared Yvette was going to be occupied for some time. So I grabbed my brown paper bag containing the tequila, and headed over and bought her a drink - 'jugo'.

She didn't speak any English, but my retarded Spanish enabled us to talk a little. She said she had only worked in Juarez for a couple months. I asked her if she liked working there, and she wrinkled up her cute little nose and said it was OK - she liked the money. She was a bit distant, which is not usually a good sign, but I chalked it up to the language barrier. She asked what was in my bag, and I showed her the tequila, and told her it was a gift for my Dad.

I asked her if she ever went to the hotel, and she said NO. I was afraid that this might be true, as after all, I had no idea how Juarez worked. But I decided to push the envelope. I smiled and said not even for mucho dinero??? She smiled too, and raised an eyebrow exhorting me to make her an offer.

I ended up just blurting out 'cuanto para vamos a el cuarto?' She thought for a second, and said $50. Now THIS was a reasonable price. This chica was beautiful, I'd say a solid 7, borderline 8, who had the looks that would compare favorably to any of TJ's stars. But I wanted to see if I could strike a bargain. 'Incluso hotel?' Hesitantly, she answered 'Si'. 'Cuanto tiempo?' 'Medio hora.' 'Cuanto para mas tiempo?' 'No mas tiempo'. '$40 OK?' And she said no, $50. I again said 'incluso hotel'? And then she said something that I hadn't even considered - she didn't have a hotel. I asked her whether she would go with me for $40 if I had a hotel, and she said no, $50.

I was at an impasse. There were hotels all over the place in this zona roja, but I knew absolutely nothing about them. It really made me appreciate the great info resources available on Tijuana where when a newbie, or just a dumbass like me, asks a question, veterans leap to your aid to point you in the right direction. I was stuck in a game where I didn't know the rules, and my prize was eluding me while I tried to figure them out.

Not knowing what to do, and not able to converse well enough with Alexia to get more details, I thanked her, kissed her cheek and got up to leave. But as I was walking out, Yvette exited the stage and bid adieu to the guys she had been sitting with. She was free! She made a beeline for the bathroom, whereupon I stood near the entrance to grab her when she came out. I asked her in pidgin Spanish to have a drink with me, and she nodded OK.

I tried to tell her in Spanish that she was a great dancer, when she smiled and said in perfect, unaccented English 'Thank you!' YOU SPEAK ENGLISH??? 'Uh, yeah!' Where did you learn English? 'School, American TV, everybody in Juarez speaks a little English' BULLSHIT! WHERE DID YOU LIVE IN THE STATES? 'All over...'

It turns out she grew up in the U.S., was an American citizen, and had graduated from college in the South. She had worked in El Paso as a dancer, but was currently living in Juarez, where she had worked in just about every club for the last year. I was absolutely floored by all of this. I had seen all of about 5 white people in my three hours in Juarez, and the most beautiful latina girl I had seen in any of the clubs was as American as I was. I immediately tried to find out why she had chosen this life, but she would be purposefully evasive. I completely understood, as I was asking pretty personal questions of someone I had just met. But if there was ever a case where 'what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like THIS?' was apropos, it was here.

To deflect some attention from my inquisition, she asked me what I WAS DOING THERE. I said 'looking for love' and we both giggled. She asked me if I had found it yet, and I said I had thought so earlier, but it didn't work out with Alexia. It turns out that Alexia is her best friend, and that she is really new to all of this, and that she would set me up with her for $45 if I want. I said no, I had only approached Alexia because she had been occupied, and that I was quite happy with her company. I also said that breaking in a new girl didn't sound like a lot of fun. She said she wasn't a virgin or anything, and I responded, well, that's good because it would be really awkward for both of us to be virgins. Yvette took this ball and ran with it.

'You're not really a virgin, ARE YOU?' Well, there's only one way to find out! She thought for a second and said "That's bull, you can't tell with a guy." True, I said, you'll just have to take my word for it. "C'mon, you're not REALLY a virgin?" Well, how technical you want to get? "Have you ever been with a girl?" How technical do you want to get? Her eyes were blazing. This was fun.

After another couple of minutes of cat and mouse I let on that not only was I not a virgin, I was actually quite a pervert. She said she could tell by looking at me that I was a nice guy and not a pervert. LITTLE DID SHE KNOW...

We sat and talked for nearly two hours, interrupted only by two-song interludes where she would dance on stage. We talked about life, we talked about sex, we talked about music, movies (she likes Tarantino), EVERYTHING. She told me about her affinity for girls, and I asked her if she did threesomes with Alexia. She said no, Alexia didn't like girls at all, and that SHE only let girls go down on her, and didn't reciprocate. She said the friends that she usually does threesomes with weren't working that day. She asked if I had ever done it, and I said yes. She asked how was it, and I said confusing, I like concentrating on one girl at a time. She confessed to having an affinity for sticking it to her girlfriends with a strap-on! At that point it was time to stop the chit-chat and get this chica alone.

I asked how much to take YOU to the hotel? She said $60 all-inclusive. I told her about the mixup over the hotel with Alexia, and she said, she would take care of everything. I asked how does it work?, and she said well, just give me the $60 and I'll take care of it. I fork it over, and she goes to talk to the bar manager in the back of the club and returns a minute later, saying she's gotta get dressed, but then we'll go. Five nerve-wracking minutes later we're on our way around the corner and upstairs to suite of rooms. The mama comes out from watching TV and Yvette tells me that I need to tip her ($3) and pay for the condom (no dick inspection this time). CONDOM was whispered in a barely audible whisper. I LIKE THIS GIRL.

We FINALLY get inside the room, and it is much nicer than my previous room, and actually better than the TJ short-time hotels. There was a bathroom with shower, big clean bed, with a mirror above it on the wall. Yvette started to strip but I stopped her and asked her to relax. I said I wanted to take my time with her. I stripped to my underwear, and then started to rub her all over through her clothes. I said I wanted to massage her, but she asked if I could first just rub my razor stubble against her back. NO PROBLEM! She REALLY got into this, and I was humping her with my rock hard dick while she writhed.

My hands began to roam and take some of her clothes off. I reached beneath her shirt and started to play with her incredible breasts and liberated them from her bra. She was still writhing in apparent joy. After she was stripped to the waist, my hands roamed further and she made no attempt to stop me as I slipped one inside her panties. I quickly found her impeccably groomed pussy, and a quick finger insertion revealed that she was soaking wet. Not only was this OK with her, but she started bucking against my finger, forcing it deeper.

At this point, I did what any red-blooded boy would do, and yanked her pants and panties off, and buried my face in her honey pot. I asked her to give me instructions because I really wanted her to feel good. She said that what I was doing was just great! She rode my face for the next 10 minutes, all the while grabbing my hair to move my head around, with pauses only coming for me to gulp for air. She finally stopped me and with those beautiful charcoal eyes afire, said 'Will you please fuck me?' Well, IF I MUST!

I fumbled for my glasses (dammit, I'm wearing contacts from now on when I go chica hunting!), then fumbled with a condom. Meanwhile, she's still writhing on the bed, asking me to hurry. I crawled on top of her and put it in, and I felt like dying, it was so good. I have had too many professionals to count anymore, but this was the most intense I have ever gotten with any of them. I gave a few strokes just to get acclimated, and she started begging me to fuck her harder! Pretty soon her arms were pinned behind her head, and all of my considerable weight was on her as I slam-fucked her. I couldn't keep up this pace for long, and she appeared quite disappointed. I paused to place a taut nipple in my mouth and she exhorted me to suck harder. THEN, she wanted me to bite her nipple. HARDER. I was so turned on I was about to melt, but I'm getting exhausted. I finally just released and went limp on top of her. She had worn me out and completely drained me, and was lying there in a daze herself.

While catching my breath, I laid back and ran my hand over her body which I found to be perfect. I was just trying to make a mental snapshot of this woman who had just rocked my world. I started to get more than a little sad that I would in all likelihood never see her again, and I had to capture the moment for posterity. This reflection was interrupted when mama rapped twice and opened the door and walked right in. Yvette explained that she has to dance every hour and they were probably looking for her downstairs. She asked me to sit with her for awhile if I had the time/wanted to. I didn't have the time, as I was supposedly on my way home, but I just couldn't walk away from this intoxicating beauty a second before I absolutely had to.

We had discussed the tequila bottle earlier, and Yvette had confessed that she was quite a party girl and loved tequila. I figured giving it to her would make a great tip, and it was, in fact, much appreciated.

We washed up, dressed quickly and as we were heading down the stairs, I noticed my hair was all mussed and pulled into twenty different directions. I told her one of us looked like they just got fucked!, and she laughed. Downstairs, she quickly changed back into her club uniform, and soon took the stage. We sat together for the next five hours, and talked about everything under the sun. The primary means of compensation for the chicas at this club was stage dancing, and their dancing compensation was higher for each drink token they got. Yvette ordered between three and four drinks per hour, but I didn't mind at all, as they were only $3 apiece.

Every once in a while Alexia would come over and they would talk about me in Spanish. Yvette quickly learned all the details about my aborted conversation with her amiga. Alexia wanted to know if my Dad was going to be angry about not getting his tequila! One of many things that Yvette told me about working in the Juarez clubs is that she has never had to so much as show ID, much less get any sort of permit, license, or health card in order to work there. She said she didn't want to work in an American club for fear of it somehow getting back to her family. She said she quit working at one El Paso club when they got a Web cam and wanted all the girls to sign releases.

The rest of the club girls just danced and drank, that evening, for the most part. Many got blindly drunk as the evening wore on, and would nearly fall off the stage when called on to dance late in the evening. The girls would only make about one trip upstairs per evening, and the goal was to find a good customer to buy them drinks. There was a complete absence of Anglo guys in this club, and I was somewhat of a novelty.

A couple of times I offered to take Yvette upstairs again for maybe some massage and another chance to go down on her, but she declined (!), saying that she wasn't feeling well, had a killer sore throat, and was coughing and sneezing all night. I didn't want her to feel obligated to sit with me, and told her she was free to try to get other business (while I cried and pined for her!) which only made her angry. She said she was with me by choice, and that as long as I wanted her there I was THE most attractive option. This was extremely flattering, because it soon became clear that she was the most popular girl in the club.

Every time she would get up to go to the bathroom or select her music for dancing, she would have guys stop her and invite her over to join them. Each time she would faithfully return to my side. One guy even came up to us, asked me if he could have two words with the lady, and then told her in Spanish that 'whatever the gavacho is paying you, I will pay double!' She gave him a dirty look and told him to fuck off. She pointed out her best regular customer, who sat and stared at us for about 4 hours, btw, and then said that he could wait for another day!

Every once in awhile I would just find myself staring at her beautiful face and body, and just be in awe of the fact that for this one night, this fascinating woman was with me. I had faint hopes that she would invite me home with her or agree to spend the night with me if I got a hotel room. She said that normally she would, but she wasn't feeling well at all, and really needed to go home and sleep. She said she couldn't leave the club before closing time, because they wouldn't pay her for her dances or drinks if she left early.

Finally at 2:45, she said the club was about to close, and we would have to say goodbye. She said that she hoped I would come back to see her someday, and I told her that I hoped she would have moved on to better things by the time I came back to Juarez. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, took the dance floor once more with all of the rest of the dancers (80% of whom were so drunk they could barely stand up!), and then was herded into the backroom with all the other girls by several waiters who ran interference. I felt profoundly sad at that moment, knowing deep down that I would never see her again. But the more I reflect on it, the more I believe that it was probably for the best, as Yvette, and that night, will always remain perfect in my mind.

-- Porker

I tried out Juarez for the first time on the Fourth. I agree that the selection of women isn't like TJ or other places in Mexico, but there is a lot of action and if you're patient you can find the chica of your dreams. I found her at Panama's.

The cab drivers (& apparently the American shuttle services) get a commission from the house where you spend your money. You will get a better deal if you dump the driver. (I left the club and took a walk down the street, then I came back "solo"). Also, I found the price to be very reasonable,(comparable to TJ. I think that being able to speak Spanish is a definite plus, you can interact much better with the chica of your choice and she can help you in the negotiation.