I guess it’s only fair to warn you all by now – my reports are not full of illicit details (well, some…) – but are more anecdotal, yet chock-full of relevant information including status of clubs, prices and chica reports. And a bit long-winded… hence, I’ll make it a three-parter. I don’t get soap-opera ménage a trois action like some of you (no worries, I’m just jealous…) – but I stumble my way down the Nogales mongering path, and try to light the way for those who follow me - so they don’t make the same mistakes I do. But even MrBill gets lucky now and then… So, you’ve been warned.
Went down to Nogie for the first time in a month (!) so I figured I’d do a report.
I was curious as to how the 9-11 attack would affect the Nogie mongering scene. For the sake of brevity (you’re welcome…) – read about it here: Mexico > Nogales > Advice/Questions/Commentary
I embarked yet again with my new MO (which is to get there around 7:00 PM, get a few laps, score a quickie hotel date, and go to bed (somewhat) sober, at a decent hour, and with a few bucks left in my pocket. MO v2.1 is to only do it once a month so as not to go completely broke).
Well, I arrived promptly at Cherry’s and immediately fell into the arms of mi amiga especial. She’s pretty cool and speaks excellent English, and we’re kind of buds - so I just kind of cut to the chase with her. I told her I was looking to score a hotel date when the place closed down. She asked me “Which girl do you want?” I just told her I wasn’t sure yet. But I took the opportunity to get a lap from her (finally) and got her a ficha drink ($12 !!) so I could have her to myself for a while. You see, though we’re only once-a-month amigos right now, I see her as potential novia material. She seems to like me okay – I don’t spend much/any money on her, so it must be my good looks…
Anyway, I wanted to hotel-date mi amiga real bad, but I didn’t want to spoil our amiga/potential novia relationship. Truth be told, I always wanted to fuck her, or at least make out with her, but I also wanted to date her – so I didn’t want to fuck that up. (She used to live in my home town, she speaks near perfect English, and I think she’s pretty cool.) If I had to choose, I’d much rather just be pals with her than fuck her. And besides, I think I had talked her into going up North with me next weekend – don’t want to fuck that up for sure! But… Good luck event #1 - I let –her- gradually suggest a hotel date with me. Well, of course, sweetheart! -- (after my last trip down there, I was pretty hard up for some GOOD luck for a change…)
Good luck event #2 – she had to leave at about 8:00 PM to take her cousin (non-puta – or so she says…) to work, so I had the joint to myself and could “cheat” on her before the fact… Only cheated twice (laps only – that’s different, right?) I got a lap from a nice, semi-Indian chica with awesome C-cups that I’d been dying to get my hands on for months. They were fake, but oh, so nice anyway. (As long as there’s a little fat and a little breathing room in there, it’s all good). Anyway, she was swell and her name was something like “Dinero” (what a coincidence…) It wasn’t “Dinero”, but something very much like that.
Oh, and Alexa was there (this chica stole my lunch money last time…) Hi, sweetheart. Do I remember your name? Of course I do – Alexa. Do you remember mine? You don’t??? No, thanks, I’ll take a rain-check this time. I’m with mi amiga especial tonight. Buy you a drink? Hmmmm… Well, okay, but ONLY a regular drink, NOT a ficha drink. “$12, senor”. Bitch. She even slammed the door on my ass on the way out. But her cut of the $12 drink was about half of her income that night. Glad I could help, sweetie. Smooch!!
In the on-deck circle, “Barbi”. !Oye!, hombres! I was coming-down from my lapdance with “Dinero”, and was just looking around. Then I saw Barbi. She smiled at me, I smiled back. She blew a kiss at me, ditto that. So I pulled up a chair and made conversation. After she grinded (ground?) me a bit for free, I got me a lap. Very nice – basic nasty lap dance with one bonus – free glimpse at bare, spread and pulsating panocha – even got to handle it a bit. Good girl!
Barbi – 20 years old, 5’5”, barely 100 lbs, body and face perfect in every way, GLORIOUS fake but very convincing B/C-cups. Fucking flawless. Gents, I’ve seen probably 200 naked Mexicanas in my brief mongering career, but out of that 200, this is the 2nd best looking one out of the bunch. I can’t really describe her in any other way than, “WOW”. The 1st best looking chica in Nogales was Daniela (see Nogales > Clubs > Cherry’s). Anyway, Barbi actually seemed to like me (no, really – LOL). I wished her bienvenidos for her trip back home (Los Mochis) and she smiled and kissed me on my way out (twice), asking when I’d be back. Don’t worry gents, she’ll be back in two weeks. She, like Daniela, is worth the trip just to gawk!!
Well, as is usual per the un-planned aspect of my MO, mi amiga was an hour late for our hotel date, after taking her “cousin” to work (yeah, right…) Bad luck event #1 – since the Hopkins-Trinidad fight was on, Lipsticks and some other bars experienced an exodus of chicas – so mi amiga told me she had to work there (instead of taking an hour or so off to be with me) – or she would be punished by not being allowed to work Sunday. FUCK!!! Okay, which one of you ass-holes put the “kick me” sign on my back…?
So, after un poco llorar, I told her to come by my hotel and see me after work (even if only to chat). Yeah, whatever… At least I got her phone number. (Oh, shit. I just realized that she was hanging out with the girlfriend of the chica that screwed me over last month. Maybe I’m fucked…) There are good things about a small town like Nogie, and there are bad things…
Anyhoo, I grabbed some excellent comida at a place called Los Equipalles (Calle Pierson #89). Rice-n-beans, awesome fajita and two cokes for $4.40 (!) Nice sit-down atmosphere with a patio to boot. I don’t mind tipping 50% at those prices! Great little family-run affair – do yourself a big favor and check it out. You know, I almost titled this report “MrBill can’t find a taco in Mexico”, because I’m a vegetarian (yes, I eat pussy…) and none of the pinche taco stands had any frijoles. Shit, I THOUGHT I WAS IN MEXICO. Sheesh…
So, I finished-off la comida and went straight to Placer’s. Place was fucking packed. At Cherry’s, you get service from a waiter every 23.5 seconds, like it or not. This place was so “happening” that I had to tackle a waiter like Junior Seau just to get a fucking beer (!) I asked right off the bat if mi mesera favorita, Laura (LAH-OOH-RAH) was there, but she was enferma. Damn. Too bad – low mileage, runs great, tastes great, too.
But, Good luck event #3 – as soon as my beer arrived, it was 2-for-1 privates time (a regular Placer’s event – BTW, it’s not two privates, it’s one private with double time – same difference). Woo-hoo!! I had the damndest time picking out a chica because I had just got there and didn’t have a chance to scope out the talent. I like my quickies doggy-style, so I was just looking for the best, round ass on the stage. They all looked alike to me (more or less perfect), so I belaboredly (sic) asked my non-English-speaking mesero, “Which one is good?”. Of course, he said “They’re all good”. (They all say that, except my meseros at Rio’s – they actually know what they’re talking about – more on that later). I ended up taking his third pick, only because I liked the chica’s outfit. Okay, I panicked!! But…
Good luck event #4 – My pick, “Kayla” is 1) part negra 2) booty-liscious (see reason #1) 3) English-speaking 4) very nice and HONEST 5) fucking huge rack 6) She gave me only her real name, not her “nombre artistico” 7) she likes straight whiskey. I’m in love, gentlemen…
I had a very nice time talking to her (she’s from Mexico City). I told her I wanted a drink first, since I’d just got there, so we drank (ficha $10) and chatted - her 135 lbs of muscular but nicely padded weight bearing down pleasantly on my lap by way of her shapely ass. Shit, I had such a good time talking to her that I just about forgot about our “date” upstairs. But upstairs we went.
One nice thing about 2-fer-1 (double time) is that I get to pump her perrito-style for a while, then try to suck her clitoris down my throat as if through a straw - until “the knock”. BTW, the private booths at Placers are the smallest in town. Here’s what they are like (and I shit-you-not) – apparently, the League of Women Voters had a garage sale, and Placer’s got a deal on some used VOTING BOOTHS. That’s right, 4’x4’ square, complete with the little curtain (I think it’s even red, white and blue). Good thing I like doggy-style - I can’t imagine attempting missionary in there. That, and it makes for some intriguing possibilities for panocha chomping… Anyway, it was good, very good. I can recommend Kayla in this regard – she’s an honest businesswoman and will treat you right. Tell her you’ll tip her if she’s good, and having a good work ethic, she will deliver. I was thinking potential regular customer – she told me how she appreciates the fact that I’m clean and smell nice, etc. We chuckled about unhygienic gringos. She’s not crazy about Mexican men, either.
I was so enamored with Kayla that I figured I’d make her my exclusive for the night. I only had time for one more drink and a lap – I had to get back to Lipstick to catch mi amiga when she got off work. Well, I sure as hell wish someone would tell me what takes these women so God damned long to “prepare” for their stage act and “come down” from it afterwards. It’s like when they go to the bathroom to “powder their nose”, only ten times longer. WTF are they doing “back there”? Anyway, so I had to wait one eternity with my dick in my hand for her to get done with her stage act and all the BS that surrounds it (?). Then… I finally get her over to finish her $20 whiskey double (ficha) and lap me before I leave. Then… she “has to go somewhere”. WTF!!! Where the fuck does she have to go and why? I never got the chance to find out. Damn, all I wanted was a little face-time with those 38-DDD’s. And I really liked this chic, anyway. FUCK!!!
So, “kick-me” sign still firmly in place on my back, I waited until the last minute and hunted down this cute blonde, “Baby”. She looks just like a very cute American girl, and that just hit the spot that night for some reason. So me and Baby head over to the opposite side of the bar to elude detection by Kayla. Bad luck event #2 -- Sure enough, after waiting for about 30 minutes for God-knows-why, in walks Kayla… Fuck it – as far as I’m concerned she stood me up – me and $30 worth of whiskey, which was sitting un-drunk on the table. Dammit, I’m going to run out of strip joints where I can go without some kind of personal soap opera shit going on…
Anyway, Baby was all-that with the lapdance, so I was up for another. After telling the mesero “no” three times, “I don’t want a private because I don’t have enough for the chica, too”. Finally, he explained that I would just get a real nasty private and don’t have to pay her. Oh, okay. Very nice – Baby was a sweetheart – in my case, “private” means you get a lapdance with everything but a blowjob (unless you ask?) – and get to dry-hump her with your bare cock – as long as it stays outside the panocha. No problem, I can think of worse ways to spend $22. She did try to HJ me, but I told her it was a waste of time since I just busted about an hour ago – now, please wrap those tits back around my dick. Thanks. Good girl!
I hated to leave, but I wanted to catch mi amiga before she got off work. That, and Kayla might not be too pleased with me. It’s really too bad – I was almost in love with that chic. I sure wish I knew what the fuck she had to run around “back stage” all night for – she wasn’t dancing and she wasn’t going upstairs. Anyway, off to Lipsticks I go…
Continued…
MrBillO™-
