I head out after an hour's nap, make excellent time till I am stopped and given a speeding warning for doing 80+. Woops. I arrive and park in the Laredo mall lot around 7:50: windy, hotter than expected (around 80), but bearable. At the bridge, no pedestrian lines in either direction, NOTHING seems different, despite the events of Sept. 11. I get across and immediately accomplish phase one of tonight's mission--I head up Guerrero about a half block till I reach the large pharmacy on the right with a big placard listing about 50 pharmaceuticals that are prescription-only in the US, and, after finding what I was looking for amidst a sea of anti-seratonin uptake inhibitors, ask for una pastilla de cien miligramos de viagra autentica, pay $15 for the product heavily armored in plastic, foil, and cardboard, grab a cab for BT, and, while sitting in back, bite the blue baby in half as instructed, then wash down my first-ever taste of vitamin V. This is gonna be interesting.

Now I'm in BT and it's only 8:25 or so. Hm it is really deserted. I look into Papagayo but there's scarely a handful of chicas and maybe one or two customers; I head out to a few calls of 'Why you go, baby?'

Next a little spin around the block, not much going on, 1-2-3 still boarded up, then see a slender, nice looking chica outside Tamyko so give her some eye contact--then a bit sorry I did because she kind of badgers me, turning me off somewhat, so I head on to check out the SG's...SG's not out in full force, I see many regulars but no prior faves. Well, soon I came back around past Tamyko, head in, and this time, for some reason, succumb when the forward flaca from the first pass collars me for a cerveza. Como te llamas? Melisa. Oh crap, I tell myself as my mental database immediately accesses the following from Redsnake:

By Saddle Tramp on Tuesday, April 25, 2000 - 03:18 pm:

Melissa and I almost did an all nighter. She was recomended by another lady at the club. She is very young and inmature, but cute, and very thin built. She has three boys, 1 yr,6yrs,and 9 yrs old, and a bad C-section scar for the trouble. We went to a fair in town for the evening with another couple and then around eleven went to the Star Bar in the Zona. We ordered drinks and then she excused herself to go call her family. Right before that she told me how sleeply she was and hinted that we sleep before sexo. I assured her that she could sleep after sexo, but that I was ready for some serious action. She went to call her Mother and never came back! We spent over an hour checking the other clubs and asking if others had seen her. She was nowhere to be found. I got ahold of Chris and asked him what my options were. He said I should first talk to the Seniora at the Club the next day, as Tamikos was closed for Good Friday at that time. He said if that didn't work I could press charges with the Policia and they would arrest her and make her pay me back. Well, I was tired, and out $200.00 so I went back to the hotel by myself and got some good sleep. The next day, around noon, I did speak to Yara (Yara is great to work with, for sure) the day manager who spoke to Melissa and the others who were in our party the night before. Melissa offered to have sexo with me for seven hours (not stright I hope! ~smile~)but I said I wanted my money back. So Yara had a few words privitly with her and then sent her out to the floor to start erning money and "redeem" herself! Less than 10 minutes later I saw her leading a customer up to the room. That evening I did speak to the Seniora and she didn't get my money back, but presented me with a young, tender,lovely lady named Eliena. She is small built, with a wonderful hard body. Fresh and untrained, only three days in the Club and it had been closed for that time. The Seniora said I could train her the way I wanted her. But more about her on another thread.

(End quotation)

A few exchanges later I ask, "Y tienes hijos?" And sure enough she's like yes, 10, 7, 2, and a baby, all niños. Yep, it's her. Well I make plans to bail soon but I don't need to--5 minutes into our conversation, she picks up her half full glass of beer and says she's off. Ha, more evidence it's her. Something perverse in me made me say 'ya te vas aunque no te tomes la que te compré?' and so she stayed just long enough to drain her glass. Ugh (chica drinks are $3.50, btw).

MEANWHILE, I am noticing a slight buzzing and flushing in my head, PLUS, whenever I pass a streetgirl and gaze down her cleavage or put my hand on her shoulder as we have a word or two, BOING, I feel like I'm in back in 8th grade science class unbearably shaft-shifting as I idlely fixate on Judy L. sitting in front of me, imagining her spread open for medical examination on the lab table over which nerdy Mr. C. is droning... Omygod yes, this half-a-baby-blue is kind of amazing!

Unfortunately the streetgirls seem below par but I did remember this one down toward the lower end of the street beyond Tamyko; and there she is, doing one of those maze puzzle books so I say 'what are you reading' and she says something I don't understand; then I say 'Well bet it's very interesting' and she laughs. She has long black hair and one of those funny curled alien-antennae in the front like so many SGs seem to like; she quotes me $15, I ask how much sin ropa and she says $30, I say I'll go for $25 and she accepts. She is Yesica de Nuevo Laredo, 21; she looks ok sin ropa but I remember almost nothing of this encounter, except that she is one of these chicas who holds her legs so you can't quite enter all the way. At some point I just get sick of riding someone who is so uninterested, plus she looks uncomfortable, so I decide to bail, fake like I'd come, and then pull out; she insists on having the condom to throw it out and is quizzical on seeing it's empty--Terminaste? (Un poco I say, a bad lie since for my biology it's strictly a yes-or-no proposition; meanwhile my V-driven jones is still raging). It's hot in her room, I'm covered with sweat, I get dressed and out of there quickly...

I look into Marabu but it is dark, with no chicas, no clients, and just a few of the waiters standing in a knot at the bar, so I move on. I look into Martha's on the off chance of seeing my old favorita's--the irritatingly mendacious barker outside with a little goatee had told me my fave's sister was in but I didnt pay attention on principle. I figured I'd check anyway. The place was surprisingly well attended but I left soon, passing up the gazes of a few tall chica-like beings with heavy lipstick and bulging larynges.

Where to now? Let's try Tamyko. "Have a seat my friend"! "Bueno, miro un poco..." I hit the back and in the shadows see an attractive more or less delgada, with dark skin and gorgeous big dark eyes... I sing to her the bits I remember of a salsa song called 'Esos tus ojos negros, con misterio de cielo...' and she smiles. She's Maribel de Veracruz, 22, no niños, here for a couple of months to work, staying in one of the rooms at the club, and going back home in a month to stay through Christmas. She is very nice, high cheekbones, wide face, very friendly. We have a drink; she wants $50 for herself, goes for $45. and soon we repair to her cuarto, which has a nice lived-in look. She wants the money up front; I pay quickly, I am now certifiably out of my mind with lust.

She is wearing white and black tiger pattern leggings, and has a rose tattooed in the small of her back. She has medium length red tinted hair parted in the middle. Her breasts are medium and very firm feeling; I can already tell she won't kiss, but in the throes she does allow a certain amount, and she kisses me on the cheeks. she goes down on me, covered; She is unshaven, with huge labios bajos which I burrow into, pulling them and her clit into my mouth and swirling them around like oysters; I increase pressure against her mound and clit as I do this, she responds very quickly, reaching two peaks and vocalizing very nicely. Then we go for mish, very hard; she seems slightly uncomfortable with my length, wanting to be angled up; she is very responsive again. After more mish, I get the pocket rocket, she says good, but use a condom on it, so I do. (She is self-possessed!) I take her in spoon position, letting her operate the PR. She gets very wild and I can feel her contractions at varous points; she likes it when I pull her thigh up with the crook of my arm and move up closer to enter her more deeply. Abruptly she pulls away the PR after a good 10 minutes with it. I then enter her mish, using a mixture of slow and fast strokes. There's no way I'm going to come so I fake, then pull the condom off so quickly that when she sees me getting up uncovered, she says "Donde esta el condon??" with a worried look. I show her to reassue her . Then I hit the shower. I give her the PR, telling her she is the first to have used it, and that she can think of me whenever she feels like using it. We walk, hugging and giggling, through the catwalks and down the stairs in the club patio, then, entering the club, I say good by with a kiss on the cheek which she receives impassively now that we are being gazed at by many eyes; a common Tamyko thing, really.

I head back to Maribu, get a coke, not much going on but a few gorditas etc there. Then a pass by Papagayo, get a coke, decide to do the other half of my blue baby. Otherwise not much going on so I split, then stop at 1-2-3, where I am taken for a ride by a classic tallish, well proportioned Monterrey chica with nicely shaped shoulders, lightish hair, a beautiful nose bridge, smallish breasts, perfect hips, and a hoarse, crass voice; while she is dancing, she comes to my table and signals obscurely that she wants me to buy her a drink, I nod as you do when you want to be communicative, and next thing I know I'm paying $5.50 for her tequila. After her set she comes and sits with me mainly to offer to let me pay for a table dance or a swive..uh no thanks babe. Perhaps her name was Adriana, I don't really remember. Soon I'm back out...

I end up back in Tamyko, this time spying Leti de Monterrey, standing toward the rear, wearing tight jeans with the waistband torn off. She's in her early 20s, one son, dark hair, full lips, nice nice body. "Me recuerdas?" I ask. "Hace 3 meses que estamos juntos" "Si si, el vibrador!" "Bueno, me recuerdas!" We sit down close together at the bar, she gets a copa and I get another 7up... we talk, rub against each other, agree on $50/$6; as we go to the cash register to pay the room fee I think I see Maribel in the corner but am not sure; I smile but no acknowledgement and feel like a bit of a slut; and my blue-baby bolstered bone is a-ragin'

We hit the room and soon my face is buried in her breasts, which are large, soft, and so noticeably fluffier than Maribel's much denser breasts; then after making out like teenagers, she goes down; but when I go down she's like Oh darn! because she has already lubed herself up copiously; I hold her open anyway because I had remembered with pleasure her rather extreme genital arrangment: VERY very recessed labia minora and a miniscule clit, such that you had to go in way deep to make any kind of contact; oh well, finger her a bit to see if I can find that little clit, get to work--mish, femme supra, forward cowgirl, sitting face-to-face, and finally perrito, where I was treated to the fabulous contrast of her tiny waist and her full butt, a vision that I had forgotten I'd locked in memory from our first encounter. And so it went, despite fucking through the entire session, I'm still raging, but...when the knock finally comes, I still can't. So eventually, to spare her feelings, I make a bunch of noise and retreat. She's a sweetiepie, we take a shower, she re-dolls up, I pay her with a bit of a propina added, and we head on down through the patio and, once into the club, become a bit more distant and then part.

It's getting late, so I figure I'll do one street girl and then go. I look around but no luck till I spy Gabriela, from my last-month's report... very attractive, but seems so much smaller than I remembered her! She remembers me but says can I have cinco minutos? and closes the door. So, following the smell of burnt offerings and ambrosia, I arrive at the fajita taco place and chow a few down; then, 25 minutes later, check for Gabriela, whose door is now closed; and then head up the second street from Tamyko's to check on a girl who had been standing with Ana, one of my SG faves, who I had been teasing each time I went by; she's small, slender, pretty, named Mari; she agrees to go for $20, sin ropa, after having sworn earlier that she wouldn't. We get inside, she wants the money up front, she's from D.F.; she has those wonderful puffy areolae, quite dark; as I start to enter I see it's gonna be a tight fit, "Despacito despacito!" she pleads, and of course I go extremely slowly, taking shallow strokes; she slides the base of my bone between two of her fingers to cushion herself, although eventually I move her hand and slowly penetrate almost to full length. She is cute but this is turning into a boring swive and so, after about 10 minutes, I abort without coming; then we chat a bit and I part.

Whoa, it's already 1:30am, pretty late, so I head for the taxis. My head is kind of knotted up with an inkling of a headache or some kind of sinus pattern; and I feel more tired than I usually would. Still it was an interesting experiment to take the blue babe; I'm rock hard still. It probably made it a bit more difficult for me to come, which has been hit or miss for me anyway in the last years. But the most interesting thing I learned was how much I would worry, semiconscously, about flagging or losing wood during boring encounters or encounters with bad friction, weird connections, or overly viscous lube, or whatever...because in these encounters, I felt utterly free from those worries, I simply KNEW that wood was going nowhere. So am I going to use vitamin V again? Well no promises but I HOPE not; I don't want to be hooked; I don't want to be a crutch; and frankly, I don't want to be a MACHINE. 'Cause the way it is now, my equipment always tells the truth; and that's something I think I like.

By the time I'm done thinking those thoughts I've already walked through the immigration post. The highway checkpoint at mile 17 is likewise breezy. A bunch of driving later, plus some roadside Z's to counteract the V, and pretty soon I'm home.

That sure is a lot of work and effort not to bust your nut.

Hey man, it's all in the process. I can bust a nut any time!

What is the border wait like returning these days?