The hour is growing late (close to 2:00 AM), and my lapdance funds are all but depleted, save my hotel-date stash. Jesse’s just GOT to show me something over at Lord Black. I was not opposed to visiting this exclusive club, for the talent of the young ladies there is impressive, if in short supply. The talent is impressive indeed. And damn, y’all should see that waitress they got there. Don’t know her name, but she’s a vision of loveliness. Not too slut-like, more like a waitress on a cruise-ship or some such nonsense. Sophisticated lady, indeed. Hers is not the look of a ‘ho but a handsome young woman who might accompany a “high-rolling” gentleman for a night on the town. I will have to discover her name so as to introduce myself one of these days. She is somewhat tall, skinny, and her only flaw is an erstwhile lack of breast tissue. But 95% perfect is not too shabby.

Anyway, Jesse tells me he can hook me up with a striking young woman for a 2x1 VIP. I tell him that I’d be delighted to make her acquaintance, yet I am short of funds. Convinced that she will provide many delights, including fellatio, at no extra cost, I shamelessly beg my poor friend for a $20. My friend, also being a gentleman, obliges me. Thank you, my friend.

My partner in pussy brings to my attention a very fetching young woman who is dressed in the style of Daisy, a la the Dukes of Hazzard. Well, call me a philistine, but I happen to find that look rather compelling. This young lady was donning a pair of cut-off shorts that could not have measured 3 inches in length. And I seem to remember a similarly fashioned flannel top, completing the sexy “American Rural” style that made her so charming. A hearty “hats-off” to her fashion consultant!! Here, my friends, is a woman of distinction. And this Latina “Daisy” puts her television counterpart to shame, I kid you not. Later on I will describe her beautiful face, but for now, this ass that would have been “too hot for TV” commanded my full attention.

Me and my little Daisy (not her real name), head upstairs for the exclusive VIP suites. The suites are “cozy” but allow just enough room for a little romance. I don’t know about you, but if you like Dukes of Hazzard style chicas, and Latina chicas - the combination thereof is irresistible. True to Jesse’s word, the two-for-one VIP was a brief but titillating encounter, complete with a brief but very nasty BBBJ. I will describe this BBBJ technique later in greater detail. Suficeth to say I was feeling quite amorous, indeed.

Me and Daisy walk hand-in-hand back to our spot in the lounge, where she and Jesse commence a conversation in earnest, en Espanol. Jesse tells me that this lovely lady could be mine for the evening, at a good price as well. I had managed to resist the temptation to forsake my sure thing GFE with my friend back at Rio. But by this time, I was helpless to resist. Dammit, Jesse, I’ll give you one thing – you’re quite the salesman. I pondered - a reliable romance with a pleasant if less than top-shelf looker, or a rather nasty romp through Hazzard County with miss Daisy. SOLD!!

Arrangements for amor firmly in hand, closing time at the gentleman’s club came and went, and I had to bid my good friend a good night, and wait for Daisy.

Let me take a moment to describe “Daisy” (not her real name – you’ll understand later) in more detail. She is of average height and weight for a Latina stripper of 20 years. Her hair is a deep brown, thick, healthy, glorious, long and loosely curled. She is neither skinny nor chubby – rather “just right” in that Mexican (NOT American) stripper kind of way. Or in the porno-starlet kind of way. J-u-u-u-u-u-s-t a little bit extra where it’s needed. Her breasts are a large A or small B-cup, and completely natural and shapely, and buttery soft. Her legs are shapely and sexy, in that stripper kind of way, which converge into the quintessential “stripper ass” that causes me to lose all of my senses. Oh my…

And her face. Whoooosh… Her face is roundish, her eyes are very big and green. Oh, those eyes could launch a thousand sperm. And her lips are full and well-formed, and painted a bright red. Between those HUGE green eyes and FULL, RED lips, oh my… It is hard to describe her face in any other way than, “exquisite”. Just so quintessentially Mexican in flavor that, to my tastes, no other women in the world can match. Just a little wild, just a little exotic, just a little hot. Her face is emblazoned yet in my mind.

Well, time for the familiar waiting game outside the gentlemen’s clubs of Nogales, Sonora. Oh, this has gotten to be a rather familiar scene. I had made up my mind to forgo this scene in favor of either the sure thing, or nothing at all. Often one must wait, and wait, and wait. The young lady may not show up or change her plans entirely. I had sworn off loitering outside the clubs waiting for 30-90+ minutes for my date to show, only to have her change her mind or not show at all. My patience with this routine had long expired. But I was smitten.

One good thing about Jesse is that he will not leave you hanging. He will wait along with you for the young lady, accompany you to your hideaway, and not leave until it is assured that you are just moments away from a hot lovemaking encounter. True to his professionalism, Jesse waited with me. I struck up amiable conversation with another couple of gentlemen who were similarly anticipating an amorous rendezvous. They were to be luckier than I this night, as their ladies were substantially more prompt than mine.

Daisy would come out, then go back inside, then come out again as if to leave with me, then go inside again, and so on. On this went for the better part of 90 minutes. I was growing a tad impatient, but not so much as to dissuade me from my evening of romance. Jesse assured me that I could experience romance with another young lady with whom I was already acquainted, were my love to take too long. I’ll be damned if she wasn’t the last lady to emerge from the gentleman’s club. I think the pinche dishwasher left an hour ago. And the roosters were yet welcoming the fast approaching dawn.

Well, Daisy finally emerged for one last time from the club, and we were off. FINALLY!!! My fortitude and patience had paid off.

Jesse, Daisy, our chauffeur and myself departed for a nearby villa which was to be our romantic getaway for the wee hours of the morning. I had just enough money to cover the arrangements for the evening: hotel, taxi, the lady, and of course, funds for Jesse’s services. But just then, the lady expressed a desire for some party favors, of the “off-limits” variety. I am not opposed to a little extra fun now and then, so I acquiesced. I knew how much to expect to pay for a little party-favor, but my date had quite the appetite for such, and demanded twice the supply. I wasn’t thrilled by this last minute expense nor her appetite for such. But like so many other times, when pussy is just within your reach, a fool like myself will almost always acquiesce. A trip to the ATM was required and dispensed with directly.

I eventually found out the reason for the copious amount of party-favors that my lady desired. She wanted to make CRACK out of it. Uhhhh…. great. Now, I am of fairly liberal disposition and have enjoyed adult substances with working ladies from time to time (note, however, that this is the exception, not the rule with me). Previous encounters with such had been in moderation and did not lead to problems, unless fucking like weasels all night is a problem. But I didn’t view CRACK as being terribly conducive to romance.

Once inside our romantic villa nearby the gentlemen’s club, my lovely expressed an interest in beer – one that I happened to share. It would be yet another $20 to have la cerveza delivered to our villa. A bit steep, but what is a poor, horny bastard to do, so acquiesce again I did. The gentleman who obtained the very pricey six-pack of Tecate (!) was unknown to me at the time, but would make himself oh, too familiar over the evening, along with his “girlfriend” and his “girlfriend’s” child.

Finally… after my gal and her amiga had smoked a boatload each of CRACK, her “friends” finally left and we were, at last, alone. All the while, my love had been enticing me as to the nasty delights that were in store for us. She would suck my cock, she really, really wanted to suck my cock. She wanted to fuck me all night long, and I wanted to do so as well. She wanted me to suck her pussy, and I expressed enthusiasm for such. Once the drugs and “friends” were out of the way, at long last, the lovemaking was to begin in earnest.

This was one nasty chica. An hour or so of teasing and heavy petting whilst dispensing with the aforementioned BS had my sexual urges at their peak. And she was very convincing that this was the case with her as well. And she loved to talk dirty to me, and I loved to be spoken to in a dirty fashion, and to talk dirty to her as well. She had her suitcase with her, which included her toiletries, her makeup, and even some sexy clothing to enhance the already titillating atmosphere (well, barring the CRACK…) My lovely insisted on showering, for she wanted to be clean for me. She wanted to shower alone. Oh, well… Who am I to argue? Once sufficiently clean, she donned a new sexy outfit that these ladies usually wear – the fuck-me dress. And it fit her quite nicely. At long, long last, it was time for the fireworks.

Passionate lovemaking commenced post haste. There was kissing in the “French” style, of which I am so fond. At one point, she bade my lips to be still, so that SHE could kiss ME – and kiss she did. It was, in a word, delightful. Nasty yet sweet. Wearing her slight fuck-me dress, I relaxed her down on to her back so I could make my amorous approaches, which were greeted quite warmly, I must say. She popped her sweet little B-cup titties out of the dress, as if she could read my mind. And of course, there was no underwear, giving me ready access to her shaved pussy, save a little landing strip of which I’m so enamored.

I must admit a weakness for cunnilingus, especially on such a beautiful young woman, with a shaved panocha. It was quite attractive, and fresh from her thorough showering, so it was a delight to explore well past when she bade me get inside her. In time, my sweet. In time.

Well, my sweet made good on her expressed desire to suck my cock, and suck it she did. WOW!! This chica has a BBBJ technique that is second to none in my experience. No teeth, no hand-job. Just deep and wet and wild, at times sending it spiraling about with her mouth around it. And the ball licking was equally sublime - all the while, her eyes locked on to mine. And we’re just getting started. Woo hoo!!

We proceeded to fuck and suck in every conceivable way, save any touching of the anus, something I’m not particularly fond of. Yet she made it clear that she was up for anything, and indeed she was. Hot, sexy, sweaty, nasty, and porno-style lovemaking. And all this with the 20 y/o Daisy a la Dukes of Hazzard chica? You kiddin’ me?? I had been through a lot to get to this point, but at long last my patience and perseverance, and occasional status of BIG FAT SUCKER was looking as it were going to pay off.

I am indeed a sucker, there can be no doubt. I am sure there are easier ways to go about scoring the star-in-your-own-porno hotel date with a Nogie hooker, but that is the place of somebody with a clue, not yours truly.

She expressed an interest, at one point in the lovemaking, to continue her CRACK smoking. I don’t remember if I protested or not, to be honest. I am usually a gentleman and am willing to let the lady do her bit without me pawing, sucking, and groping her every second. But I made an exception this evening. I had waited (and paid) long enough for our tryst, I had thought, and if I am going to have to wait, it will now be with my tongue in her ear, deep inside her pussy, up and down her legs, or wherever it fancy to be. And she didn’t seem to mind after all, so that’s what I did most of the night when she was smoking CRACK instead of fucking me. Granted, this situation is not terribly appealing to me, but I’ve put up with enough by now to just get every damn ounce of flesh I’ve got coming. The evening was shaping up to be surreal and twisted enough as to make such otherwise bad manners seem somehow apropos.

Well, I believe we were in the first of many coitus interruptus por las drugas of the evening. I shamelessly groped and sucked her for all I had. The CRACK smoking was a bit of a turn-off, but it didn’t seem to dampen her amorous mood, so I just went with it. Now arranged in front of the mirror, it was time to get back to the sexo. She expressed a desire for me to fuck her where she could view our lovemaking in the mirror. I was happy to oblige. I fucked her doggy style in front of the mirror while she watched with great interest in the mirror. I kept my eyes peeled on the image of her in the mirror, so as not to lose my hard-on by accidentally viewing my naked person! I have to admit, I enjoyed the view while pounding away on that bootyliscious ass, watching it quiver to and fro from my amorous thrustings.

She then expressed the desire to suck my cock again, bareback of course, in front of the mirror. Whatever strikes your fancy, my sweetest. It was once again spectacular and wild. To my surprise, she expressed the desire, alternately, for me to cum in her mouth, or on her face. I have no desire to cum on a woman’s face, for I like my penis to be well inside a panocha or a warm, wet mouth when the magic moment arrives. But at this point, her wish was my command. She was well within reaching her goal of my cumming on her face, then, what else… a knock on the door. I was oh, so close by now, so I bade her to continue. She did. Then more knocking. She was willing to ignore the knocking and continue, but the thought of parties unknown outside the door waiting to come in gave me pause. I truly was within moments of cumming, but at that late hour, I opted to save it for later. Honestly, I was thinking that had I cum, despite her promises and express desire to fuck me all night long, that I might be indeed finished in her mind. Yet at the same time, I was somehow counter-intuitively convinced that she was indeed nasty, and would be mine to fuck and suck for quite a while. I took that gamble, and she let the person(s) at the door inside.

The person(s) at the door were the same “gentleman” who had purchased for us the copius amounts of “stuff” and the very expensive cerveza. This time, the gentleman was with an amiga of Daisy’s and her (the amiga’s) 3 year old daughter. Oh, great… The threesome were in, then out, then in, then out, all night long. I speak little Spanish, but enough to comprehend that her crack-addicted “friend” was begging her for money and/or crack all night long. It went from annoying to disturbing to pathetic to surreal. Her friend begged and begged and begged for whatever. She smoked crack in front of her precious 3-year-old daughter, only paying her any mind when she threatened to go out the door. Charming, really charming.

So, I’m lying on the bed with my shirt covering my eyes, blocking the glaring lightbulb over head from my tired eyes. I had not cum yet, and I figured it would only be a few minutes until the “friends” left. Trying to ignore the pathetic, sad scene I was in, hoping it would be over soon, I stayed the course, just trying to tune this shit out. No one’s paying any attention to the 3 year old, so I play peekaboo with her to try to keep her company. She is able to squeal with joy over this game because she is, at this tender age, unaware of the pathos around her. Meanwhile I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not really here and this is not really happening. On and on the innocuous sounding quibbling and squabbling en Espanol goes.

It’s odd, really, that if I didn’t know what was going on – just by listening to the tone of their voices, and not speaking Spanish – that it would seem that they’re just having some normal kind of conversation. They were not angry with each other, didn’t raise their voices, and simply by the tone of the conversation you wouldn’t know that her friend was shamelessly begging Daisy for money and/or drugs in the presence of a hooker, client, and her child.

Hoping she’d be gone soon, I just chilled, listening to the sound of their voices. The most surreal part of the evening, for me, was despite the unbelievably decrepit situation, the sound of their voices while they quibbled over CRACK was nonetheless beautiful, melodic, exquisite. Especially the sound of her amiga’s voice. They spoke in a kind of hushed tone, not whispering but lower in intensity and volume. The sound of the Spanish language flowing softly and smoothly from a young Mexican woman’s voice is perhaps the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. Not the brash staccato that you often hear, but a rhythmic and flowing blur of soft vowels and consonants, gently rising and falling in pitch. It’s difficult to describe this beauty, but I think many Latina fans know what I’m talking about. I was self-conscious in my enjoyment of these sounds despite my bewilderment at such an ugly if low-intensity scene. At once sublime and disgusting.

Eventually, the crack-craving amiga and her “boyfriend” leave, only to come back – I forget how many times. I wanted to make haste and resume the hot, steamy, nasty sex and get it over with before they came back. But this time, there was a problem. Not the “your time is up” problem, but this time a lack of condoms. We had a condom. But only one condom. What??? One was enough before, but this time she insisted on two, God knows why. She’d already sucked my cock every which way but Sunday by now. I tried in earnest to convince her that one was enough, and was close to succeeding when you-know-who comes back. Oh my God…

The now familiar scenario repeats again, they eventually leave. She apologizes for her friends, but I tell her I’m not mad, I just want to fuck her for crying out loud…

Condom still on from the last couitus-interruptus, albeit now on a decidedly limp dick, I struggled to summon the amor needed to get it functioning at 100%. It’s been God knows how many hours of alternating steamy sex and gut-wrenching pathos, hours since my last drink of water, let alone food. My head’s aching and my stomach’s not feeling so good, and my mind and soul are a little worse for wear as well. So, hurry up and get amorous already, MrBill… I get amorous enough to finally unload in her, going from 1/3 limp to hard and climaxing in a fit of frenzied thrusting. Then collapsing in emotional and physical exhaustion. This girl who tried to get two condoms on me proceeded to drip the cum from the condom all over her twat saying, “aren’t I crazy?”. Yes, my dear, you are…

I tell Daisy that I just want to chill for a while, but she wants to get going before her friends come back. She invited me back to her place where she’d cook up some grub for me and then we could sleep. She wasn’t BS’ing me, I really don’t think. Otherwise she’d tell me it’s time for me to go. Intellectually, that would have been the thing to do (going with her), but I was just about at the end of my psycho-spiritual leash at that point. So we agreed that I would rest and she’d smoke some more CRACK. She scraped some unspent crack off the floor with a credit card while I just tried to rest. Lovely.

Then, of course, the friends come back again. Same story. Then they leave again. By now, I’m thinking I just gotta get out of here. She could sense that all was not right with me, though I took pains to hide my bewilderment, being a gentleman, remember? She apologized several times and offered me to spend some time with her at her place. I don’t want to walk away from her because I’m pretty sure she was up for more action (Jesse did tell me that she’d “kill me” in the sack…), but I mostly pondered just being able to sleep it off with her. Maybe she was still horny or maybe she figured she’d get some more easy money off of me. I’m sure the extra money would take the form of a “loan” for some more “stuff” or something of that nature. If I weren’t literally drying up by way of exhaustion and dehydration, I might have been up for an afternoon of her company WITHOUT her “friends”. But I was just spent, in every sense of the word.

Finally I admitted to her that I really had to go. She asked me “why?” Why??? I told her my head hurt and my stomach hurt and I was really tired. I forgot to mention that her English is very good, apparently from living in Tucson for a while. She tried to convince me to go with her to her place, but I just wanted to go home. She begged me to stay, but I had to go. She left for a moment to use the phone, and came back with bottled water for each of us. She showered and gathered up her stuff. I offered her cab money, but she strangely refused to pocket my dough and call her friend to pick her up instead. She asked me if I used e-mail, and gave me her e-mail address. One last go around with her pleading for me to stay, but I had to go. I kissed her goodbye and walked out the door. My God, it’s over now. At last. I honestly didn’t want to leave her but I had to.

To say that this encounter was pathetic and sad is to state the obvious. The strangest thing to me is how unaffected she seemed by the whole thing. I asked her why she wasn’t tired – she didn’t seem the least bit strung out or tired. And you’d never know of her habits by looking at her face. No wrinkles, no dark circles, no distant look – nothing out the ordinary. She never got upset about anything and was willing to do just about anything. I guess it’s because she’s only twenty years old, and her habits have apparently not caught up to her. Yet. They will. It’s sad.

What was also a little baffling to me was how sweet and sincere she seemed. Though nasty (in a good way) and a junkie, she was yet considerate and wanting to please. This seeming paradox in working chicas seems to be a familiar pattern. They will hustle you yet still do about anything to please you. They are at once conniving and sincere. I usually try not to ponder such realities of my chosen “hobby”, but this time it was just way too in my face to ignore.

Were it only a matter of fucking a chica who happens to use drugs, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Hell, I’ll even join them once in a while. It would probably have been a hell of a great ride w/o her god-damned friend. But the spectacle of the drug lifestyle so many of these chicas live in all it’s glorious pathos, well, it was just too much. I’m not naïve enough to be unaware of what goes on, and I’m sure what I saw was just a drop in the bucket as far as this shit goes. But smoking crack in front of your precious 3 year old daughter in the presence of whores and their half-naked customers, well…

What I thought would be a relatively harmless romp that just happened to have some drugs involved turned out to be a nightmare. I just got a little too close this time. Way closer than I ever want to go again. The last user I was with just did a couple lines and gave the rest to me. No big deal, right? I can tolerate it or even partake in it, but otherwise keep it at arm’s length. Just not that night. I guess I really am naïve. Oh well, I guess another cherry of the hobby got popped for me that night.

I also suppose that it’s delusory to think you can separate the drug trade from the panocha trade. One would not exist without the other, at least not in its current form. This girl probably spent all the money I gave her on drugs. Why? Just so she can do it again tomorrow. Kinda makes you think...

MrBillO^™- ~ Your hapless lapdance reporter... ~

I know how tiring those late nights with Jesse can get. There is nothing better than a drug-free nympho chica. Unfortunately the freaks have alot of baggage.

Yeah, that's what I want - the nympho that's high on life! Would have been okay w/o her friends dropping by all night... Still, she was so hot I might have to get her number and get her to MY hotel...

Nice writing MrBill, easily worth a nomination at the end of year. Good enough to be a winner IMHO. I still don't get the 90 min to leave stuff. Bugs me also. I was expecting the shower scene to last 60 min also aka Fernanda/Venus.

Well told Mr. B. Ever so slightly reminiscent of my first visit to Nogiland, what with the search for certain substances, people coming knocking at the door, etc. Your patience definitely exceeds mine - after a 90 minute wait (beginning at 3AM), I'd be so fucking annoyed I wouldn't even want the chica any more. And the amiga taking the three year old out on a crack hunt is totally uncool. I suppose you should just be glad they weren't tweaking.

MrBill Hemingway,

adventurer and author, good job bud.
22 day and countin..........

Bluelight - the shower scene, yup, her "friends" interrupted that, too.

PhxGuy - yeah, I seem to remember you telling a similar tale a while back. BTW, what is "tweaking"?

JD - thx, 21 days, 18 hours...

tweaking - aka doing crystal meth

By the way Mr B, I can't help but think maybe you should have titled this one "Fear and Loathing in Nogales".

Dude,

Without giving too much offense, what the fuck are you doing?

Okay, she's not showing signs yet, but let me remind you of the most important riddle in mongering:

Q: What's the difference between a crack whore and a bowling ball?

A: If someone held a gun to your head, you'd eat a bowling ball.


Second, you're paying for the evening. Her time is your time. Not your time when the friends aren't there. Send the friends out, and stop answering the damned door.

You've already used the word pathetic, but that doesn't cut it. You're Thomas Covenant, dude, not Mr. Bill.

Dem Gnomes

dem gnomes, chill out man.. Mr. Bill may have been a bit easy on her, but the combonation of drugs, fatigue, major alcohol consumption, and lack of understanding spanish can lead to a bit of passiveness.. (is that a word? lol)... great post mr. bill, a bit long winded but good..

Hey, Dem Gnomes.

I take your advice in the spirit which I think you intended - no offense taken. I am a pushover and a sap, so I'm a little slow to catch on. I asked myself why I didn't refuse her "friends" entry after the first time - and I won't be such a pushover next time. This is the first time I've really had to deal with a situation like that. I'm not sure who Thomas Covenant is, but if he looks like a big pushover, then that's me ;-)

Half of these chicas do coke/speed/crack, and my dick hasn't fallen off yet. So I'm going to fuck her again, just somewhere where her friends won't find her.

Cheers!

MrBill

MrBill,

Correct -- no offense intended.

Thomas Covenant is a character from a SRDonaldson's famous fantasy series who, after amazing stuff happens, wanders around not believing (and not involving himself) in anything he sees.

What do you mean "fuck her again"? You haven't finished fucking her the first time, yet.

Happy Memorial Day, however you spend it.

Dem Gnomes

Mr. Bill Great report. If it isn't too personal, how much did you spend from the time you left the club? How much $$$ did she smoke? Sounds expensive beyond my means, but a great report on several counts nonetheless. Too bad about the child.

Some of my best and worst nights were with Chicas that pulled similar stunts, but the child is over the top.

Sluffy

Hey, Sluf.

I spent $100 for her time, $20 for Jesse's tip, $30 for hotel, $40 for party-favors and $20 for beer. So I spent more $$ on BS than I did on the chica. I'm going to try again with her because she's so god-damned hot and nasty. If her friends hadn't showed up, I'm pretty sure we'd a been fucking for 3-4 hours. I guess the moral of the story is to get them to YOUR hotel so their "friends" won't know where to find them. That, and insist on NO VISITORS... Right girl, wrong circumstances (I think...)

MrBill

"Fear and Loathing in Nogales"

How intriguing that that your erotic holy grail contains not just a beautiful woman but also a deadly downward spiral. It isn't supposed to be a turn-on but it is. How grey the rest of your world must seem.

Hunter S. Thompson wrote about "the edge." Your gripping report tells us that you have found it, or that you are close to it.

You are close to the edge when death-wish sex FEELS seductively life-affirming. Are you aware of this?

Hey, Dog.

Actually, I'm not into "death-wish sex", and not really attracted to the dark side at all, nor seeking it. It's more a matter of what I'm willing to put up with in search of that star-in-your-own-porno experience. Roberto said it succinctly, "the freaks have a lot of baggage". Indeed.

I'm really just a normal, horny boy who wants to star in his own porno. Given a little taste of it, I'll endure almost anything to try and see it through. That's about as close to "the edge" as I want to go.

See you in BA one of these days,

Hunter S. Bill ;-)

"the freaks have a lot of baggage"

Yeah... True. They wouldn't be who they are w/o the baggage.

A number of times in the past I posted "Dogster's tripartite theory" of women and chicas specifically--a very simple set of concepts bordering on cartoonish. All women basically are (1) partly relationship seekers, interested in love and affection, (2) partly security-seekers, interested in money and safety, and (3) partly adventurers, interesed in great sex and other kicks, and not limited by sense of danger.

All whores have (2) in ample amounts. In fact, I call women who are just interested in $ "pure whores" whether they are technically in the business or not. They tend to be totally fucked up.

Women who have plenty of (3) I call "freaks." These are typically the sexual carnivores (omnivores). Especially when paired with (2), they are the perfect nympho porno experience. And totally fucked up. And great entertainment before they go over the edge. Especially if you are right there with them.

See you in TJ one of these days.

yours in bad craziness

Hey, Dog. Couple quick notes then I gotta get outta Dodge for the Mem. day weekend (family). I suppose my "Daisy" is a #3 (I have read your thesis, btw, great stuff...) I don't know if she actually likes nasty sex, or is just going through the motions, albeit extremely conviningly. It's amazing how these girls can so wholly compartmentalize different spheres of their lives and emotions. I got the feeling all she really cared about what the crack - not even the money per se. It seems that as long as she got that, she could convincingly play any role she wanted to. Fine by me in either case, as long as I'm the co-star ;-) (They're like that in the clubs with the lapdances, too, but they're partaking in the club as well).

Another thing I find curious about her and other chicas is some of their desires to watch themselves in the mirror, whether lapdancing or fucking. They watch themselves mostly, not you. Any ideas why they do this? Self esteem issues? Maybe we can move this to the chica pschology thread.

I'm outta here for vacaciones. Rap wit y'all when I get back. And see you in TJ in a couple.

MrBill

MrBill, I have concluded that you are loco at bartime. Standing up Rio/Samantha for crackhead/Daisy! I failed you as an amigo for letting you make that decision. Rio/Samantha is the class of Rios now that the Queen has left.

Go back and find that girl, or you will always regret it. Dogster sums it up when he said, "
How grey the rest of your world must seem".

But he's wrong when he writes, "You are close to the edge when death-wish sex FEELS seductively life-affirming. Are you aware of this?"

That's BS. You have no death wish. Nor did you have death wish sex, whatever that is.

But you do have guts.

You just found love. And don't be afraid to admit that to yourself, or you always regret it. She fell in love with you that night also, (whores don't beg cashless clients to stick around). And the drugs on the part of some of these girls, and perhaps for her, is more of a compulsive way of protecting themselves emotionally from you, rather than an addiction. I was offended for her when you called her a junkie. You do not know that for sure.

Don't be too hard on her. Give her a chance. Few Mexican woman i've met are real junkies. And any woman can be a whore, all too easily, (given the right circumstances).

You need to acqnoledge your diverse backgrounds, wonder how you might be if you had grown up in her circumstances, and act accordingly. See her a few more times without delay. If the rest of your world continues to stay grey, then take her on a long trip. Go to Ixtapa or somewhere romantic, and spend 7 to 10 days with her. See where it goes. But don't be passive. You have to court a mexican girl, even a titty dancer.
They are real people too. And you have met an exceptional one.

But quit going to her club. Avoid alcohol with her if she has a dependancy problem. Booze makes em want coke. Make her take a night off. Become her novio, but never be her customer again.

How long has she been dancing, and how old is she?

This is the voice of experience. Your story hit home with me. Mine's still going on for three years now here in Matamoros. And my biggest mistakes were treating her like a junkie whore, which is perhaps what she has turned into. And when one told me, "we create our own monsters," I felt guilty.

I now realize, too late, that when i met her she was far more innocent than i ever realized. Her hard core personna was just her defense mechanism.
Now, 3 years later, she has become what I first feared. In that, I failed the child.

Good luck. Don't let this one get away hapless.

Hey Bluelight - you're right, I am loco at panocha time. Hey, I fought off Jesse's sales pitches all night, but I just caved when I got a piece of "Daisy". You might have too if you were in that VIP room instead of me. And don't worry, you couldn't have talked me out of that one, unless you had a crystal ball or something. Besides, Samantha/Rio is cute and a sweet girl, but she doesn't get me as jazzed as some of the top-shelf hotties.

Hey Matamoros - I'm very skeptical about her being in love with me or anything like that. I will probably try to see her before her shift next time. I suppose that would give me a chance to test your theory.

I didn't mean to disparage "Daisy" when I called her a junkie - just calling it like I saw it. I treat whores like ladies, as the saying goes, always. I always give the chica the benefit of the doubt, but still assuming everything they do and say is BS until proven otherwise.

Thanks for the comments - I'll keep you posted.

MrBill

MrBill, you're right I just might of taken the same road if I was in the VIP that night. But it would of been the mistake of a lifetime. Like BillfromReading's story last year - I took a test unknowingly that weekend and found out I passed with flying colors this past weekend.

Mr Bill,

Let us know if the repeat is more of the same, better or worse? Your fans are waiting! Daisy Duke was hot in her day, and your description makes me want to travel to Nogales to give her a shot too. Not my usual stomping grounds, but I have ventured there before. Any pics? I am curious how hot she really is.

I have had a few that hit the pipe, and one was great in NL, but a few others were problematic to say the least (promised the world and rushed and failed to deliver). I don't seek them out, but love the thin ones, which seem to be disproportionately smokers.

Matamoros, what is your womans story if it isn't to personal?

Sluffy

Hey, Sluffy.

Tonight is the night. This time I'm going to barfine her early (like 10 PM) - and I'm going to make sure her "friends" don't know where to find her.

She doesn't look like Daisy Duke, but she was wearing the very scampy hillbilly chic get up when I met her - rrrrrrrrroooowwwwwwww........ She's all of 20 y/o with the quintessential stripper body - natural B-cups, all that. Huge, green eyes and big, full lips. What's not to like? I will try to get some pics, but no promises.

There was absolutely no rush last time and when I popped, after spending 3 out of 4 hours or so watching her and her "friends" do their thing, she invited me to her casa instead of sending me packing. So I'm pretty sure she's all mine for the night. This one promises the world and delivers...

I will let y'all know how it goes. Wish me luck!!

MrBill

Mr. Bill,

Too bad about the Daisy Duke look alike, but still sounds hotter than Hell, and like the ride of a year. Did you track her down last night? How was she? I would be very curious to know if she is a non stop wild party / ride every night, or you just hit her on a good night. Please leave out no details, and hopefully she is game for a few pics.

Hope you had Good Luck avoiding the friends. If it wasn't for the child mentioned in the previous post, I would have suggested a three way if her friend was fairly good looking. This woman sounds like a porno star wannabe in the making.

Sluffy

Hey, Sluffy.

I'm afraid Daisy was out of town last night. That was a pisser! I may try to track her down on a weeknight, however. I'm not giving up just yet...

Yeah, I wonder if I just caught her on a good night, too. I've had that happen before. But I just gotta find out ;-) I even brought my camera down - I figured she was wild enough to pose for some nasty pics, and possibly young/new enough to not be paranoid about the internet. I will try.

I'm hoping she's the porno-star in the making, but I like to be the co-star, not some chica ;-) She's certainly got the skills for it, though.

Hope I hook up with her because she's the GFE, PSE, DFK, BBBJ, TLN, DATY... and a couple more soon to be coined acronyms. I'll keep ya posted.

MrBill

Mr. Bill,

Any follow up?

Sluffy

Hey Sluffy,

No progress yet. She was apparently MIA the weekend after I went looking for her, but I got a tip that she's back. I may try to see her in a couple weeks (just got back from TJ), or maybe after the 4th of July. Don't worry, I'll spill the beans when I find her.

MrBill

Mr. Bill did you ever get a chance to follow up on this one? Run into her again. Sounds like a wild one.

Sluffy

Hey Sluffy.

I have scored a couple more very late night dates with Daisy. She's been hot as a fuckin' firecracker each time, but the extreme late hour and all the extracurricular stuff made it hard for me to "perform" after the first pop (one is NOT enough with Daisy). It's been extremely frustrating for both of us.

But the good news is that she's as hot and willing as ever - the first date was not a fluke. Everything that was so great about the first date is still there, even more so.

She is wild... Last time she jumped in the shower with me with all of her clothes on. Oh God, that was fun... She made me surrender my jeans because all her clothes were soaking wet, so I had to cross the border in my boxers. LOL Was it worth it? You bet!!

I've resolved not to wait until 4:30 AM to see her any more, so hopefully I'll have a date lined up soon at a more reasonable hour. If all goes well, I'll post the Penthouse Forum report in all it's glorious details. Stay tuned...

MrBillWhoIsIntoExtremeVerticleMongering

hmmmm, Daisy huh? I'll have to look her up.....

Sounds great. Post some pictures if you ever get a chance. I am envious. Looks like I will have to make a detour next time.

Quick Daisy update.

I did get to see her three more times after the first date, all at about 4:30 AM (ugg...) The good news is that she's still an aspiring porno star. There is no doubt this chica loves to fuck and suck cock!

BBBJCIM is standard with her (and even deepthroat, which she does effortlessly). So is the "shower scene" beforehand each time. Ooooh,
that's fun... One cool thing about her is that she refuses to towel off after the 'shower scene' - like, let's just fuck already! Okay by me!

The bad part is that dates #2 and #3 I had a hard time keeping it up for the 2nd pop. GAWD was that frustrating. I don't know if it was the late hour, the booze, the drugs, or all three. But bless her heart, she did everything in her power to help! Another thing I love about her is that she refuses to leave you w/o getting you to bust your nut, and will do anything to get you there. I had to settle for BBBJCIM both times. Sigh...

This is weird - I popped 100 mg viagra for date #3, but it didn't do SQUAT for my wood, even though I didn't drink much before and didn't do
any drugs. Date #4, I popped another 100mg on an empty stomach (except for about a dozen beers) and was hard for 12 hours! Go figure... But Woo hoo!!

Date #4, I finally got to fuck her like a champ. God bless Bob Dole, and God Bless Viagra. I don't need it before 4 AM, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. Same, tired, old routine... Make out, shower together, DFK, DATY, BBBJ etc (still in the shower). Another nice thing about Daisy is that her buttons are easily pushed. Just start sucking on her neck like you're Dracula and it's time for another BBBJ. She's a champ in the sack, too. Any and all positions, butt-slapping, pounding good time. Even got to teach her how to do 69 - she'd never heard of it!

Girl's got some serious skills for just being 20 y/o - amazing. Especially oral. She knows where to put her tongue to make you just about want to scream...

The drugs are still everpresent. Finally, on date #4, she quit insisting that I do them with her, at least. But the awful scene from the 1st date never re-appeared. That was just bad timing. I hate that she does so much coke, but I don't think I'm going to be able to change that. It's odd, though - they don't really seem to affect her much from what I can tell. It's almost like caffeine to her. But I hope she quits some day.

I'm going to try to set up a date with her before 4 AM some time. I had one set up, but had to flake on it since I had family in town.

As awesome as Daisy is, I think I'm reaching the end of the road with her. Sex with the same chica gets old after a while, for me at least. I guess I'm not as much of a virticle monger as I thought.

BTW, sorry to keep Ms Daisy's identity a secret for now. I just have one unfinished piece of business with her, then I'll tell y'all who she is.

Mr. Bill,

Did you finish your business with here yet? Post a pic of her. I am dying to hook up with her.

Sluffy,

Sluffy,

I made an attempt to "finish my business" with her, but it didn't work out. Here's the pathetic story (short version).

She called me on a Thursday and again on the following Friday. She said she was sick Thurs, ergo she couldn't work, ergo she needed a "loan". I think her rent was coming due. I wasn't too keen on that, but over the phone, I got her to agree to take the night off and fuck me instead - and she could keep the "loan".

Well, go figure, things didn't turn out that way. She said she had to at least "make an appearance" at the club for an hour or two, or she'd get in trouble at work, but that she'd be able to go home "sick". This is where I should have bailed - or at least changed the bargain. I should have told her I'd give her the money once she left the club to be with me for the night. But no, that would require actual brain cells.

So, thinking with the small head again, I fronted her the money and waited for her to be able to leave the club. I think she honestly tried to get out of work, but couldn't. (I watched her plead her case with the manager). But the point is that she knew better, and I should have known better.

So, I don't really hold this against her. She did show up at my hotel at 5 AM - I was FUBAR and a little miffed at her, so I sent her home.

So, I still have some unfinished business with her. She owes me some serious pussy!!

BTW, I did get a quickie in before she went to work, but a quickie just doesn't cut it with this chica.

Sluffy, email me at mrbilldenogales@yahoo.com - I can probably help you out if you're interested.

I do have a couple pics of her, but she's really adamant that I keep them to myself, so I can't post them here. Hopefully Dragoncelt will be able to get her pic - he's going to try to get some Lord Black and Placer's photos soon.