A SUNDAY NIGHT IN MEXICALI

My long weekend in San Diego would not have been complete without a bit of mongering. Tijuana? Well, I would undoubtedly be able to slip across the border logistically to taste the offerings of the Zona Norte. But I was looking for something more than a hurried coupling interrupted by an untimely knock on the door. I had noted a number of messages touting Mexicali as a great alternative mongering destination. I did some research and discovered that Mexicali might just offer more of a Girl Friend Experience experience, albeit at a higher price, than Tijuana. Accordingly, I drew up an itinerary of high-end places to visit. I also asked for advice, which a number of regulars were kind to offer. I took some of the advice and put off the rest for a later trip. In any case, the help I did get was invaluable. Thanks, guys!

A. On the Road

What with mostly 70 mph speed limits, the trip to Mexicali from my motel in Chula Vista took less than two hours. It was a bit unnerving to go from sea level to sea level via the steep, curvy cresting of a 4100-foot high mountain rang all in a 100 mile or so drive, however. I had not been able to leave the San Diego area until around nine, so I crossed the border at around eleven or so. The crossing was uneventful. I had transcribed some directions to the clubs I was most interested in from the Web. Nonetheless, I was soon lost, driving on a street whose street signs I could not locate. Finally, I saw a sign; I was driving on Madero, a street that runs parallel to the border. I took the next right and found myself on Altamirano. Miau-Miau was right in front of me. I had, through the sheerest luck, found my first club.

B. Miau-Miau

I found a parking spot on Altamirano and headed for Miau-Miau. I noted that Madonna’s was right next door. I thought I’d give it a look. They wanted a 40-peso cover. No thanks!

Instead, it was around the corner to Miau-Miau for me. I found the place a little empty. It was a Sunday, after all, but I had hoped for more than the five or six girls I could spot around the room. Still, the girl dancing was attractive; she reminded me of the porn star Tawny Peaks. In addition, I spotted an even better looking blonde with nice jugs sitting in a booth. She noted my interest but did not seem to return it. Well, why stand on ceremony--I approached her. She hit me up for a $20 dance, which I figured I would employ as a prelude to seeing if she was the girl I’d like to take across the street to the Hotel Reforma.

Well, she was not. I did get to do a lot of grabbing and licking during the dance, but the girl (whose name I can’t recall) was quite uninspired. At the end of the dance, she gave my cock one single desultory squeeze. She was not going to be anything close to a GFE possibility–that’s for sure! Since I could see no other genuine candidates for my favors (the dancer I had noticed upon entering was engrossed with an older guy and was plainly not going to be available for a while), it was time to move on.

Before getting in my car, I decided to try Madonna’s again. I could not see paying the 40 pesos cover so I fibbed to the doorman that I was looking for my amigos and couldn’t I just take a peek to see if they were in there? “Okay,” he said. I walked in and took a quick look. Not only were my amigos not there but the place of totally bereft of women as well. There was not a single woman in the place. It was DEFINITELY time to move on!

C. Club Aquarius

It was a straight shot down Altamirano to Lopez Mateos, a wide commercial street. Per my instructions from a guy standing in front of Madonna’s, I passed a shopping mall, McDonalds, the Crowne Plaza hotel and even a bull ring. As I drove along, I was impressed by what a nice city Mexicali was. Compared to what, you ask? Well, I find TJ, at least the parts I frequent, to be an absolute dump. Almost third world. This part of Mexicali could have been in a poorer but still respectable section of a large American city. It was absolutely okay. What is more, the wide streets made the driving seem much safer than in TJ (I had picked up special Mexico rent-a-car insurance for the trip but probably would not have needed it in Mexicali, although I would not dream of driving in TJ without it). Finally, I spotted Los Indios Hotel on the right and Aquarius on the left.

I could just as well have kept on driving. Aquarius–a small little bar–was essentially deserted. I realize that this was a Sunday night but I had hoped for more than a grand total of three girls. One was the dancer–a fleshy, unappealing blond–and the other two were brunettes of no particular distinction. I sipped my diet coke for a few moments and then bolted. Oh, well. Aquarius might be just the ticket on a Friday or Saturday night but as for this particular Sunday–the only day I was able to go–forget it!

D. Guau-Guau

Guau-Guau was easy to find. I drove down Lopez Mateos to the first boulevard, maneuvered around heavy road construction, and made what amounted to a left turn on Lazaro Cardenas. Several blocks down I came to another wide street which I hoped was Benito Juarez. It was. (By the way, my street routings made me feel as if I was taking a lesson in Mexican political history!). Guau-Guau was only a block or so down the street on my right.
Guau-Guau looked on the outside like the real deal; it was fairly large with a courtyard filled with cars. It too had a cover charge–40 pesos, again–but this time I was happy to pay. From the outside at least, this place looked alive! Once inside I could see that the place was fairly jammed. There were also a lot of girls around, some with guys, some alone. I took a seat at a ringside table and for starters checked out the dancer.

She was a gorgeous blonde with big tits. She was just finishing up as I ordered my diet coke but I had seen enough to be really interested. From the many pieces of currency–mostly Mexican but some American–scattered around the dance floor, the crowd plainly agreed. I couldn’t wait for her to change clothes and come back out. I’d see if I could engineer buying her a drink and then take it from there.

E. Sophia

Actually I never saw the blonde again; she never returned. After a short interval, the next dancer ascended the stage. My jaw dropped–this new dancer was absolutely, stunningly beautiful! Much more gorgeous than even the blonde! She was a brunette with delicate European features. She had smoldering eyes, pouty lips, and a flawless complection. Her face was an absolute 12 on the 10-scale. Her body? An 11 for sure! I’ve been in a few very high-end clubs in Chicago, New York, and Philadelphia and–I’ll tell you what–I may have seen her equal once or twice but never her superior. This girl was prime!

Now, I know that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I’m aware, as A. J. Liebling used to say, that one’s man’s fish is another man’s poisson. I know I prefer European looks while some guys might prefer more of an Indian look. I know some guys might like a girl who had wolfed down a few more tacos than this girl, though I can't imagine why. This girl, after all, combined slimness and curviness in an absolutely thrilling manner. What more could a fellow want?

Whatever. I am a very, very picky guy when it comes to looks. It’s common for me to see a girl rated with, say, a 10 appearance on TER or TERB. What shows up at the door? A 7 on a good day. What on earth were those guys thinking when they were handing out tens? Well, assuming that establishes my bona fides, let me assure you that this girl was simply breathtaking–face and body alike.

She was wearing a skin tight, transparent mini dress that showed off an utterly perfect body. She was a very petite, slim hard body with what looked like probably augmented C-cup tits. On her slim but ultra-curved body, they looked big indeed. Her thighs, legs, and calves were fashion-model quality. She was the sort of girl so luscious that if you ran into her on the street, you might remember her for months. Maybe years!

The crowd really came to life when this girl danced. The dress was soon off. Her body and tits too were so firm! So perfect! The dance floor was soon littered with currency. I called her over and twice slipped 20 peso notes into her G-string. She responded with a blown kiss and a dazzlingly sweet smile.

While the dance went on, a waiter came up. “You looking for girl?” he asked. “You bet,” I responded. The waiter wagged his index finger toward a skinny blonde sitting alone in a booth and inquisitively arched his eyebrows. She was actually fairly pretty but I had a different goal in mind. “No,” I announced and then pointed to the dancer on stage. “I want to see her.” The waiter grinned broadly and said, “Si, Senor!” with great emphasis.

It took the dancer some time (and only with the help of several waiters) to gather up her piles of tip money. I’m surprised my eyeballs weren’t rolling around there among the bills. I imagined that any guy with a halfway functioning libido would want to vie for her company once she returned to the bar. Would we be able to hook up?

I spotted her coming out from the back less than five minutes later. She made a beeline for my table. What luck! She was wearing a small bra-like top out of which her firm tits spilled and an absurdly short skirt that was more like a wide belt than a miniskirt. My waiter immediately came up. “You want buy drink?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, “but up there.” I pointed to a secluded booth.

We were soon both in the booth. “I’m Richard,” I said. “Sophia,” she replied. “From Acapulco,” she added. God! Up close she was even more beautiful than on stage–one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. After I had paid my $8, Sophia snuggled up and began stroking my bare thigh (I was wearing shorts and a polo shirt in recognition of Mexicali’s extraordinary hot summer temperatures). English, it turned out, she had none; my Spanish, sadly enough, is hardly more serviceable. Still, she was able to ask me if I wanted a lap dance and I was able to respond affirmatively.

I knew that Guau-Guau had rooms upstairs. With beds. I also knew that’s where I wanted to go with Sophia. Still, I thought a lap dance or two and several drinks might increase chances for a true GFE. Also, I was apprehensive about price. I understood that the going rate was $100 to $200 but that some exceptional beauties hold out for $300. Sophia was shockingly beautiful but for me $300 was out of the question. Still, she was such an extraordinary looker that I doubted $100 would do the trick. Thus, marking time with a couple $20 lap dances and some drinks seemed to best way to proceed. It was time to test the waters.

The dance was hot. Sophia let me suck and kiss her tits–they were so big and firm!–while she stroked and squeezed my throbbing cock. Several times she dropped down to her knees and took my cock into her mouth through the medium of my shorts. So far so good! On the other hand, I attempted a kiss at the end of the second dance but she allowed only a peck on the lips. Perhaps things would loosen up later. Or maybe not. In any case, I was set on negotiating a trip upstairs with Sophia.

Back in the booth I got right down to it. I pointed upwards and raised my eyebrows. “No comprendo,” she said. I tried again. I pointed first to her and then to me and then finally to the ceiling. Then she got it. With a smile she said, “Si, but costs $200?” I tried to negotiate. “$150?” $200,” she replied firmly. Two hundred dollars it would be. “Si,” I said. We were soon walking up the stairway in the corner to get up to a bedroom. Our arms were soon entangled around each other.

We first had to pass through a large room with couches. The temperature must have been more than 150! I hoped to God this was not where the deed would take place. It was not. We passed into an equally hot corridor but then entered an air-conditioned bedroom. I handed over four Franklins and Sophia excused herself for a moment.

When she came out of the bathroom, I removed her outfit with shaking hands. Her skin was so soft, so sleek! I cupped, stroked, and squeezed her tiny ass cheeks with both hands. They were so tight and firm that I couldn’t believe it. What a body! I leaned down for kiss. Sophia allowed but a brief peck. There would, it seems, be no Deep French Kissing tonight! DFK is usually a must for me but Sophia was so beautiful that I figured I would take what I could get.

I got a similar objection when, once reclining on the bed, I started to stroke her pussy. She made a “wash your hands” motion. Well–that’s not very romantic but the request was fair enough. She then allowed stroking and even a little digital insertion, though after a few minutes of that she squealed as if she was ticklish. Nonetheless, I moved onto Dining At The "Y," which again she allowed though she punctuated my efforts with occasional squeals of ticklishness rather than passion.

A Bare Back Blow Job is a big thing with me but that too was off the menu. Sophia produced a condom, at which time I tried to wave it off in favor of a BBBJ. She was firm–a condom was going on, period! On the other hand, Sophia gave a magnificent Covered Blow Job–she was great! It was, in fact, a lot more arousing than a lot of BBBJs I have experienced. Indeed, it went on and on for so long–about twenty minutes I would gauge–that I wondered if Sophia was trying to get me off that way in lieu of actual copulation.

Well! No thank you! I decided to settle the matter. I gently lifted her head with a “pop,” rolled her over, and prepared to mount her missionary style. Her eyes were wide with expectation. God, this girl was so beautiful!

Sophia’s vagina was wet but very, very tight. I managed to get in (I’m a thicker than average-sized guy), and start strokin’. Oh, did I stroke! God, it was great. The vista of her stunning face and fabulous body was really a turn-on. I knew I wouldn’t last long. Each stroke of my member produced a feeling akin to being struck by lightning. I tried to think about the 2004 elections and other trivia but it was soon over. What a climax, though–it was amazingly strong! And long, too!

Sophia and I cuddled for a few minutes–at least that part of the evening was GFE-like. Then, there was ... a knock at the door! Even here, it seems! I’d guess about 45 minutes had elapsed. Oh well, that’s better than TJ!

We went downstairs and sat back down in our booth. I had paid for her last drink with an American $50 but not received change. The waiter gave me two American ones and two Mexican 200 peso notes. I protested. “American,” I insisted, for they were trying to take advantage of the 11.5 to 1 exchange ratio to up the price. I soon received two American 20s in exchange.

Sophia and I cuddled for a while. She was sensuously pressed up against me, stroking my legs once again. At length it was time to head back to San Diego. As I said adios, she leaned up and gave me a full-mouth kiss, with even a hint of tongue. An almost GFE good-bye!

F. Back On the Road Again

The drive back was a snap. Hang a louis on Benito Juarez, drive to the end, hang another louis, and the border crossing popped up in a few minutes. The drive back was uneventful, punctuated only by an alien checkpoint stop somewhere out in the desert. I was in my bed by 2:30 a.m., with a 7:15 wake-up call staring me in the face. I would be tired in the morning but I was happy tonight! Was I ever!

G. Let’s Sum it All Up

I went to Mexicali in hopes of finding a GFE with all the trimmings: DFK, BBBJ, and DATY. The first two were not on the menu, and the third was allowed only for a bit. Result? No GFE. On the other hand, I made love to the most beautiful provider I have even been with or even seen. Sophia is a true stunner! She is also very sweet and nice; she is very emotionally accommodating if not always physically so. In planning the trip I had hoped for a GFE + a real looker. I got only the second half of the equation. Still, it was very satisfying notwithstanding. That is, had I known before entering Guau-Guau exactly what my experience was going to be, I would have plunged right ahead with enthusiasm.

If we're doing the numbers, I would on the ten scale rate Sophia as a 11.5 on appearance and a 6 or 7 on performance. That amazing CBJ might just sneak her over the line to a 7. That, my fellow math students, averages out to a 9.25 on a 10-scale. That's a winner in my book!

It’s a truism that the best GFEs are available from the less beautiful girls. That’s often the case. I have found a very few exceptions and you’d better believe that when I find them, I see them again and again (former escort and present porn star and model Maria Moore from Philadelphia is an outstanding example of a girl who not only had it all but gave it all up, too!). But making love to a restrained Sophia is fine, too. Certainly, her shockingly beautiful face will live in my mind’s eye for a long, long time.

Among the places I visited, Guau-Guau was far and away the place to go. Not even close! Miau-Miau was okay. Aquarius was not worth the effort. Madonna’s was worse than that. Of course, I realize that a Sunday night does not necessarily show a place off to its best advantage. Maybe next time!

On my next visit, I may drop down in class and head for the Bar San Diego or like venue in search of that less beautiful but more passionate provider. Or I may first head for Guau-Guau in search of Sophia and then adjust my goals if she’s not there. After all, Sophia is likely to have moved on–that, I understand, is how the system works, at least with the real dolls.

Of course, that 6-7 + GFE strategy sometimes misfires–the girl may well be a 6 or 7 but then not provide the full GFE experience after all. It’s all Your Mileage May Vary and the luck of the draw. At least with Sophia, I knew part of what I was going to get–a chance to make love one of the most beautiful and built girls I could have found anywhere. On that hot Sunday night in Mexicali, that proved to be enough.

Thanks for posting about your experience. On your next trip I would suggest you spend the night in Mexicali. I think that would increase your chances of getting a GFE experience out of the table dance places. The Chicali strip clubs don't stay open as late as their Tijuana counterparts so you have a better chance of landing a chica after hours.

My understanding is that Miau Miau and Guau Guau have the same owners so be sure to check Miau Miau also when you go looking for Sofia.

You should try out "Mas Morras", I only know how to get there by ask the cab driver and flashing some green. The have smoe nice young ladies.