This story happened to me a year ago, but I think it's worth sharing.

Last summer I drove down to Ensenada for a few days to relax and check out the scene there. I got room at the Days Inn downtown, and I spent my first night touring the clubs, Afro, Pescador, and finally Anthony's. After experiencing the bounty of AB & CC, I was a little disappointed with the size & selection at Anthony's, but I quickly met an attractive young woman (LuLu) and we headed off to hotel behind Anthony's.

She talked me into another session the next night. I showed up at Anthony's around 10:00 and we proceeded to walk the 5 or 6 blocks back to my hotel. It was all very romantic, walking hand-in-hand under the giant Mexican flag. I walked her into my room with no problems (just a glare from the desk guy), and proceeded to have one of my better sex sessions. LuLu was very jumpy & excited (I'm guessing coke or speed), but was REALLY into sex. She got on top and rode me like short-circuited mechanical bull until she exploded in the loudest orgasm I've ever heard! She spent a good 5 minutes on her back afterwards clutching her chest and saying "Dios mio, Dios mio". I’m sure her pleasure was probably drug-induced, but I enjoyed it nonetheless!

After dropping her in a taxi, I should have called it a night. But nooooo, my little buddy in my pants would cause trouble for me once again!

Since I didn't want to return to Anthony's, I decided to check out Afro and Pescador. This was mid-week, so both clubs were pretty empty. Each club had a handful of so-so women taking turns giving uninspired dances. In between dances, they would get snapped up by a table full of drunk locals & tourists. I don't recall once seeing a chica leave with a customer.

But pocket-pal wouldn't take no for an answer. So I waited, and drank, and waited, and drank, and before long I was pretty well hammered. In this state of horniness & stupidity, I would have paid anyone for sex! It was clear I should have called it a night...but nooooo!

Around 12:00 I spotted an apparent non-working girl at the bar in Afro's. Name - Carla; she was average pretty; late-20's; semi-curvaceous figure; wearing a conservative skirt and a large coat. For some reason, she clicked for me. I think I was turned on by the fact that she wasn't a pro.

I offered to buy her a drink and after some small talk, she agreed to go back to my hotel for $60. Even though my hotel was 3 blocks away, she insisted on taking cab (danger sign #1!). Keep in mind, I was drunk and horny!

What's more, she didn't want just any taxi, she wanted one guy in particular (danger sign #2!). We proceeded to walk one block down from Afro's away from the main street while she looked for "Carlos". I finally snapped out of my drunken lull for a moment and realized this wasn't a good idea.

I insisted that we take a taxi in front of the club, and she reluctantly agreed. After a 1 minute ride, we arrived at my hotel and I whisked her into my room. At this point, I just wanted to do her, and get her the hell out of there (did I mention I was stupid drunk?).

But then she starts stalling...she wants to talk...she keeps checking the portable CD player & speakers I brought with me...she decides to call "Carlos" let her know she's OK.

That's when my beer-soaked brain finally woke up. Something didn't seem right and I had to get her out of there now! I told her I felt sick and that I'd hail her a taxi home. Once again, she insisted on finding Carlos. Finally I talked her into giving her a ride back to the club.

I stuffed her in my car and drove her back to Afro's. She didn't want to get out and asked me to find Carlos. We drove around for 15 minutes stopping at every taxi asking if they'd seen this guy. Finally, I'd had enough. We must have been a good 8 blocks from Afro's at this point and yelled at her "ya basta!". I stopped a taxi, handed him a $20, and said take care of the lady.

She left, slammed the door, and I scurried back to my hotel thinking I'd dodged a bullet.

Well the next morning, it got weirder. Around 6:00, I'm awoken by a knock on the door, "hola, soy yo Carla, donde estas?". I froze; didn't move a muscle. I could see her out the window trying to look in. She left...came back 10 minutes later...and started knocking again.

Finally after another 15 minutes, my phone rang...it was Carla! I said "what do you want, it's 6:30 in the morning". She said, "I want to see you, let me in". I told it was too damn early and to come back later. After I hung up, she called 2 or 3 more times, but I didn't answer.

At this point, I was scared! I pictured some gang of rateros waiting to jump me outside the hotel. What's more, there was no way I could return to clubs, so decided to call it a trip. I packed my stuff, raced to my car (looking behind every door & wall), and drove the hell out of there.

I don't think I relaxed until I reached Otay Mesa and crossed the border!

In retrospect, I may have over-reacted. But this was my first non-TJ trip in Mexico and I had no idea what I may have stumbled into. Since this episode, I have avoided getting drunk whenever I cross the border.

I haven't been back to Ensenada since, and don't know if I will return soon. To this day, the words "so yo, Carla", scare the crap out of me.

Lesson learned...don't drink & monger!!

Dude,
You probably did over react but being safe is more important.
Ensenada is much slower than TJ and not the monger's paradise.
I know Lulu although I have not talked to her in two years.
She worked at Anthonys for 7 years that I know of and now mainly works in TJ.
Yeah, I hear she is a bit of a speed head and a drunk but she has an amiga type personality.
She can mess with your head if you let her.

Afro is not all that.
I have spent some time in there and the good times are few and far between.
Lots of games are played in the Puta bars.

Cuidate