And so began Thursday. It was 6:20 a.m. and I eased onto I-25 from 120th Street in Thornton, Colorado (a suburb on the North side of Denver), cranked I-19 in Nogales AZ into the GPS, and headed South. Traffic was light and I made steady, if not spectacular time. Six hours later I was in Albuquerque, where I stopped into the regional office, check my e-mail, did some adminicrap, and by 3:15 I was on the road south, even though the GPS said it was faster to go I-40 West.

I bet, correctly, that the GPS didn’t know about the NM-26 short cut that would trim an easy 30 minutes off of my trip. Sure enough, I was just north of Las Cruses NM, where I was supposed to pick up I-10 westbound, when I hung a sharp left in Hatch NM (yes, home of Hatch chilis). The GPS squawked and told me to get back on the preprogrammed route, but finally gave up and recalculated a new route based on where I was going, rather than where the GPS wanted me to go, and I smiled when the elapsed time remaining dropped by about 30 minutes. I picked up I-10 in Demming and headed towards Tucson.

I was a good 40-60 miles East of Tucson when I pissed of the babe who resides in the GPS by hanging a left onto AZ-83 South towards Ft. Huachuca. She bitched at me but then recalculated the route. I turned right onto AZ-82, cut through the lovely town of Patagonia, AZ and arrived in Nogales AZ at 8:30 p.m. (having gained an hour when I entered Arizona). I pulled into Micky D’s, paid the dude his $4 and threw my parking ticket on the dash. I briefly worried about the boxed HP SureStore 80 sitting on the back seat, along with several boxes of DLT-IV tapes. That, and the two Compaq systems in the truck, my laptop and all my clothing meant that the car had about $10,000 worth of goodies that any thief would like to have. I parked real close to where the guard usually hangs out, changed into some more comfortable clothes, ran the old electric over my ugly puss and headed into Nogales.

I didn’t have UIC with m (see my previous postings), and I was thin in the cash department, but I wanted to kill a few hours before heading north to Foonix.

I went into Micky D’s to grab some chow -- I had barely eaten all day, and it was filled with teen and pre-teen Mexican girls. Only one register was open and as much as I wanted to stand there and drool over the untouchable young stuff, I quickly came to my senses and realized that I could get ALL my appetites taken care of in a few hundred yards.

So I wandered through the border checkpoint. Yes, the little traffic light was working so I pressed the button and it basically told me to get my old, fat ass out of there, so I did. First stop was my favorite Pharmacy where I picked up a 50mg Vitamin “V”. Price was up to $11.65, a jump of more than a dollar.

Headed across the tracks and made my first stop at Placers. Lots of girls, not a lot of guys. Several new girls that I did not recognize, all with huge tits, so it looks like someone new is doing the hiring. Women all sat around, no one was doing table dances and no one was going upstairs. Ordered one drink (aqua mineral), took my Vitamin V, and watched the action. No one and nothing lit my fires so I wandered down to Lord Blacks.

Almost no customers there, and I may have been the only gringo there. Spotted this massively skinny girl primping and preening and tried to remember if this was the girl who gave me the world’s worst table dance, or if it was someone else. As she walked by my seat heading for the back room where they rarely emerge, she saw me staring at her, smiled and came over talking rapid-fire Spanish. I mumbled a few things and said table dance. She said “momento” and went into the back. I grabbed one of the ticker sellers and asked for a table dance ticket ($9) and asked if there were 2 for 1. He said not on table dances but he would give me a 2 for 1 on a private dance. I asked him what was the name of the girl I was talking to and he wrote down Rocio. Great. See, I told you I would try and get names in the future and I did.

Rocio gave me a great table dance and asked if I wanted private with sexo for $60. I pointed to my mouth and said por la baca and gestured $30. She smiled, pointed and me, said the same thing and pointed back at herself, then said $40. Now, if I was hearing correctly (and my Spanish is horrible) she was saying that for $40 I could go down on her. It was worth $40 to find out, so I grabbed the ticket seller, got my 2:1 and we headed upstairs where I tipped the time keeper $5 and we headed in to the dreaded booth.

Within two minutes she was on her knees on the arms of the chair, pussy in my face while she bobbed up and down on my condom-covered crankshaft. She tasted wonderful. Nice and clean, no bad smells and she really got into my oral efforts. I played with her A/B-cut titties and began gently slapping her ass. I came up for air long enough to say Si? And when I heard her say Si! I continued to play. After a few minutes I stuck my thumb in her sopping wet pussy and began to plunge it in and out. I then got a bit bold (for me) and jammed my index finger in her ass. She wiggled even more.

We kept this up for a few more minutes until she pulled my hands away and gave up on giving to concentrate on getting. She stayed on her knees on the arms on the chair and turned around, mashing her pussy into my face. I slightly lifted her with one hand and stuffed two fingers of the other hand into her pussy. About this time the timekeeper came to announce time was up, she yelled something at him in 150MPH Spanish and that was the last time he was heard from. I just kept lapping and slurping and probing, and she just kept banging her fists against the wall. We kept this up long enough for my tongue and moth to actually get tired. She finally finished!

Wow! While (I like eating pussy, that was the most intense oral session I have ever had in my life. I was spent but I hadn’t even cum. It didn’t matter. She got a roll of toilet paper and wiped my face dry and then wiped her pussy dry. She gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek, said Gracias and stepped through the curtain. I peeled off the empty condom, pulled up my pants and staggered down the stairs where my drink awaited. I waited 20 minutes and she never came back out. Finally I left.

I wandered into up to Fernis and was pleasantly surprised by the quantity and quality of the talent there. Started flirting half-heartedly with a small girl (great ass!) named Dukary or Dulary (can’t fathom her printing) when who turns the corner, wearing bright orange hair, but Baby! She recognizes me and proceeds to tell me that she had spoken with X (another monger) and that she knew I was looking for Sonia, who was in Obregon, but she was not in touch with Sonia.

She asked for a drink and when I said yes, ordered a double ($20), but that is classic Baby. She wanted me to buy a private, but I told her that it was not a good thing since I was the favorite of Sonia. Baby still looks wonderful and X has a very good thing going.

I then headed for Rio, which is always a hit or miss proposition. Almost got mugged by a chica when I came in the door, but I evaded her and got greeted by one of the pimps who used to work at Lord Black. Next thing I knew he had Paisylingt (that’s what she wrote, but the last t might be the initial of her last name, so it could by Paisyling T). I bought here a couple of drinks and got a table dance and slightly pissed her off when I declined a private dance. I was still spent from the oral session I had an hour earlier.

I left and took one of my famous strolls several blocks up and down Obregon.

There, I bumped into Jose.

No I usually just blow off the pimps who are on the street. I’m not convinced that they offer any real value. Jose is a different animal.

Jose works the day shift at Cherries. He used to live in Chandler (suburb of Phoenix) and worked for Motorola. His English is excellent, he can have a regular conversation with you, and you can even do stuff like discuss the current woes of the semiconductor industry with him.

He began by telling me that he had some beautiful, slender young girls available, better than any from the clubs. They had just dropped him off in their car and he could call them and they would be right there. $100 for one hour in their room. Everything. I was still spent and while I had enough money, I plead poverty. He asked if he could get them come just meet me for a minute, no obligation on my part. I said sure but told him I was going to walk up two blocks on Obregon and back down two blocks. He said that he would walk with me and we would meet them, I said sure. I really just wanted to take my walk, go back to the car and head for Phoenix. I was tired, I was spent from the first encounter and while I had money, I really didn’t want to spend the money.

A block later one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen south of the border walks up to Jose. He introduces her to me (I did not catch the name). She is slender, dressed well and spoke no English.

Jose asked if I wanted her. I told him that she was stunning (which he translated and earned me a beautiful smile) but that I was broke. He told me there was an ATM right there, but I told him that I had no available cash. I did tell him that I would be back down Wednesday evening and that I would find him at Cherries and that I wanted her then. He explained, she looked a little hurt, but I think she understood. Not sure I understood, but I think it was a combination of fatigue, being spent from the early session and trying to remember if there was an earlier trip report where something Jose had set up went really, really bad. Research time!

I then headed back over the border, retrieved my car and headed North. I didn’t make it, I ended up finding a nice dark parking lot in Oro Valley, where I slept in the car until dawn.

Humbly submitted,
Diabetic

Hey, Diabetic.

Great report - enjoyed it. So, I see you're a panochaholic, too Yeah, I'm always conflicted about going to the private room to suck pussy. God, I love to suck pussy. But, shit, when you only have 6 lousy minutes, it's hard to make the choice between busting your nut or hers. I do that every time I go there. Fortunately, last two times (in Placer's), nuestros jueves bustos

"I briefly worried about the boxed HP SureStore 80 sitting on the back seat, along with several boxes of DLT-IV tapes. That, and the two Compaq systems in the truck..."

My god, man! You are a trusting soul. But you're smart to use the mickey-D's parking lot. Very well lit and apparently safe. As a fellow IT person, it is my duty to slap you on the wrist for that... "Sorry about the stolen equipment, boss. I was only trying to get a little pussy..." I should have pulled a "Westfargo" on your ass and stole the shit myself - my company's broke and I could use some new IT shit...

"Placers. Lots of girls, not a lot of guys. Several new girls that I did not recognize, all with huge tits, so it looks like someone new is doing the hiring. Women all sat around, no one was doing table dances and no one was going upstairs."

Diabetic, you apparently haven't been to Nogie for a while... Placers is THE place to go for top-notch pussy - and silly-cone. Good thing you were there on a Thursday - I went Saturday PM and the place was packed - I literally couldn't get a fucking waiter to get me a drink!

BTW, I'm going to have to look into that Jose thing - sounds promising... (No VIP ticket, no ficha drinks...)

"I just kept lapping and slurping and probing, and she just kept banging her fists against the wall."

Dammit, man. I must be doing something wrong... Got any advice?

"I wandered into up to Fernis and was pleasantly surprised by the quantity and quality of the talent there."

No shit? That's news... Viva Nogales!

Thanks again for the great report, Diabetic.

PS - I've got a big, fat Nogie report coming up - with all the news that's fit to print. You might check it out just for a Nogie status report. Cheers.

MrBillO^™-

One fairly significant point of clarification.

When I praised the quality and quantity of girls at Ferni's, that meant compared to the usual scene at Ferni's the quality and quantity was good.

It was still at the bottom of the scale when compared to virtually any other club, with the possible exception of La Conga.

Humbly submitted,
Diabetic

Diabetic check your email, hotmail.com before you head down Wednesday.