THURSDAY, MARCH 5TH: VIRGINAL SLUTS

Quite a bit follows here about not much - just part of the bigger picture and setting the stage for the long weekend, but no compelling stories to tell. Readers with ADD are advised to proceed no further.

I arrived at Hotel Ticuan at 8PM last Thursday night for a long weekend stay. I was greeted with the happy surprise that they had lowered their price in dollars to comport with the 15 to 1 exchange rate - so the $50 singles were now $43, and the $70 master suite with jacuzzi was $60. I couldn't resist the suite at that price and was thrilled with the sight of it when I got in the door. A dresser with a flat widescreen TV on a 360 degree swivel stand separated the bedroom area from a sitting and dining area, and the jacuzzi was nothing short of a regal presentation - large and set up under a yellow lit dome, which unfortunately led me to believe for a time that the water was yellow - a hardly surprising idea in TJ. However, I soon realized that the water was yellow for the same reason that the ocean is blue under clear skies. The room also had double exposure - two windows with a nice view to the hilly residential area to the west, and a northern exposure looking up Constitucion to the gaudy colored zona norte hotels. This was alot of luxury for $60, but the following day in line with other merchants to gringos in TJ, they would raise the price in pesos to restore the old dollar prices - though the higher price was not applied to my stay. I actually have many complaints about how this hotel is being run, but I will save that for another time and thread as this report will surely be long enough without going through that bill of particulars. All in all though, the hotel remains unmatched in TJ in comfort and convenience for the price, so as much as they piss me off, I am not ready to say "take your hotel and shove it!".

I was anxious to test the jacuzzi so I got a good soak in before heading to the zona. The thing fills up slowly and the water could be hotter, but overall, I was thrilled to have this beast firing rockets of hot water at my disposal for the weekend. So at 10PM I made my way to the zona for the first time in 3 weeks in a relaxed and enthusiastic state. Not being a bombing runner, my usual tactic upon first arriving in the zona is to head for an out of the way bar where I won't encounter either chicas, chicos, or even meseros who know me. I just want to sit alone and anonymously with a couple of beers and slowly soak in the environment and make the transition from the real world to the fictional one that I will inhabit for the next few days. However, given my late start, I decided to skip the gentle transition and decided to get my zona orientation at Las Chavelas. I figured I could expect enough anonymity there anyway as I haven't found a chica I'd even want to have a drink with in that bar for most of a year. Most of my amigos have been equally disappointed with the selection so I expected a good chance of finding the noisy solitude I was seeking.

However, to my arousing surprise, I immediately observed close to a dozen chicas who could interest me including 3-4 who were compelling. The bus from Sinaloa must have lost orientation and dropped the FOBs off at LC instead of BT by mistake. I took a seat at the bar and contemplated my first cold Dos Equis. In a so far futile effort to lose weight, I drink beer only when I'm in TJ. That first one upon arrival after 2-4 week layoffs is an effervescent moment indeed. Actually, I am not much of a beer drinker and lose all pleasure in the drinking of it once my thirst is quenched after just a couple - which does not mean I don't continue to drink once the taste thrill and thirst are gone.

So I'm enjoying the sights and sounds and tastes and suddenly within my view is Prince Zambooy sitting at a nearby table with one of his non-TJA amigos who I have previously met. So my anon was broken, but I was happy to encounter Z as it has been too long since our last ramble together through the zona. So I move over to Z's table and it's a happy reunion. Z points to a sexy enough looking chica who has planted on the bar stool immediately next to our table. I'm thinking she's OK looking with a nice rack purposefully displayed, but cherubic and seemingly cold and detached. Z's amigo takes off but we aren't alone long. Now comes Mr. TJ Flyer and in his wake is a middle aged borracho who I did not know. The two sat with us and the borracho sank to new low levels of aggressively crass and boorish behavior - essentially the last dude I would want to spend even 5 minutes with in a zona bar. Now Z tells me he's going to snatch the cherubic cutie on the bar stool for an arriba, and 8 seconds later, TJ Flyer flies away - basically depositing his garbage at my table...precisely the kind of scenario that corrupts my first experience of a zona trip that I had set out to avoid. I will have a talk with Mr. Flyer about his toxic waste disposal habits.

So there I am alone with the kind of cretin who leads me to believe that it must be true that aliens did visit earth and mate with the human race at some point in human history, because I can't relate to a dude like this any easier than I can with a rattlesnake. We can't be the same species - one of us is half alien and the other all ape. The dude is really just looking to find somebody to share more alcohol with until he blacks out - he's not poorly intentioned. But he is showing that edge of control freak anger and intolerance that many drunks get to along the way, and he's obviously going to be trouble. When I make my own move to get away, he is pissed off big time - like I owe this dirt bag my company having been introduced to him 7 minutes before. My amigos will attest that I am sociable to a fault, but I still reserve the right to select mis compaņeros de debauchery!

I walked over to the Miami side of the club and enjoyed the revelation of just about the hottest and most innocent looking spinner I've ever seen in LC dancing joyously with a local - she's drop you dead in your tracks with an eternal boner sexy. I didn't think he'd ever let her go so I had no expectations of an immediate hookup - I just wanted to make eye contact and send the vibe that I was interested. That simple act is often redeemed down the road in ficha bars as would be demonstrated at my next stop at Hong Kong.

I planned to take a slow walk the distance of HK from the alley to Coahuila, perhaps get a couple of handfuls of female flesh to get me further in the mood, and then cross Coahuila to BT to settle in with one of the sure thing cutie pies over there. But when entering the old side, I was arrested by the sight of a very sexy dancer on stage who I had never seen before. She exuded sexy and sweet and got my schwing factor going instantly. Before I could find a buck to deposit into her calzones, she was being led off the stage by cowlick assistant manager. Before the dollar is back in my trou I see a young flaca advancing on me who looked familiar, but definitely not somebody I knew - but also somebody I thought I wanted to know. She instantly embraced me, planted one on my lips, and her hands went right down to get acquainted with my balls. Her opener was something like "how are you baby - I missed you!" Yeah, she was going to play the "don't you remember me" game which is growing more and more popular. I told her she looked familiar but I didn't know her and we had never said a word to each other, but she insisted we had one helluva que rico history together.

No importa - she's kissing me and molesting me and guiding me to molest her for 5 minutes so I'm going to start a file for her and we are off to a table. I fucking wish I could remember her name and I would gladly share it, but so far, senility trumps. She's just recently 20 but looks younger (amazing to meet a new HK chica whose birthday isn't coming right up if not that day), petite though not quite a spinner, very innocent looking, not quite morena but definitely strong indigenous facial features that add up to completely adorable and the classic latina brown eyes are captivating though not large, nice little but pronounced A Cup, and one of most beautiful little shaved pussies you will ever drool over. Don't remember either where she's from or whether she has had a kid, but it certainly doesn't appear that she has. She is not a hard body, but she is a slim body with baby soft skin.

After a while being nose to nose with her in the booth, I now recall why she looks familiar. During my last two TJ trips I spotted her in the bar and had her targeted. Each time she was wearing this form fitting pink dress that made her seem to my taste, the prettiest young petite fantasy in the club. However, both times she seemed bored and uninitiated, and both times she was part of a cluster of ugly chicas of the type who can do nothing more then walk around earning a dollar at a time from too polite mongers. I did not take her on those occasions because I had enough sure thing agendas and didn't feel like trying to draw energy from a chica not projecting an interest in leaving the side of her amigas. So quite clearly her rapid knowing assault on me from distance on this night was a product of having picked up my unsubtle vibe and eye contact and smiles from those two previous nights. She was in the mood to work, and knew I was an interested party.

In the booth it was also clear that her ugly amigas have shared their secrets with her and she was shockingly aggressive and all out nasty for such a seeming doe in headlights. Along the way the feas came by to pay tribute - among them a couple of old mujeres who I knew from the days of grabbing an occasional cheap thrill at the sleaze cavern Unicornio at Revo/7th. Like the rest of Revo, that scene pretty much died years ago and some of its mujeres and abuelas have held on to walk the sleazy paths of HK for a dollar here and there or a few more dollars, a hotel session that will invariably end with a face/mouth drenching. They are the inside "walkers" of the zona norte.

My bonita was not ficha fucking me - like the best booth girls, too busy servicing me to find time to bring the bottle to her lips. So it was just a couple of fichas over an hour when she asked me to take her to the hotel. I was all for it, but wanted to busy her with one more ficha in order to give 50mgs of Zimax (generic Viagra) a chance to take hold of the old man's bloodstream - not that I'd actually need it with this game chica - well perhaps to mute some of the sensitivity as she almost brought me to a no-Zimax climax a couple of times in the booth.

As a sidebar, I usually use Levitra and I'm generally satisfied with it. But the 3 month allotment that I get from Kaiser has not been adequate in recent months, so I have been purchasing Cialis and now Zimax in TJ. I had used the generic V from India with great results years ago, but never the product sold in TJ. I can say now that this Z that I purchased in the farmacia across from McDonald's at Constitucion & Calle 2 (4 50mgs for $18) has left me thinking that I'm not happy with the Levitra anymore. Much more powerful effect from the Zimax. Fucking Kaiser! Need to speak with the doc abot breaking formulary.

As I always do when I go for a short term at HK or LC, I enter Hotel Cascades from the Coahuila side instead of the alley side. The alley side reception tends to stick you in the SG rooms - colder, dirtier, smaller, more annoying cumboys laying in wait to disturb you. Enter on the other side you get the same rooms that overnight guests receive - nicer, cleaner and generally less hassle from the cumboys.

The session was almost as good as it gets. She immediately backed off a "pay first" request and was otherwise very compliant and delivered about anything I could ask for. I had her spread out naked on the bed and explored her top to bottom, a light touch of DATY just because that is one irresistible panochita, cuddling, kissing. She goes down on me slowly and now the only disappointment - breaks out a condom. I don't negotiate service or money in the bar, but usually I know a chica well enough to know what to expect when I get to the room. With this chica I figured BBBJ was a 50/50 proposition. When the wrong side came up, I asked her to skip the condom for BJ. I could tell from her reaction that on our next session that I've got a slightly better than 100% chance of getting to that accommodation. But this time, I let her go with the latex....reminded her as she typically wiped the lube off the condom that clearly the raw tube steak tastes better than the latex. Also considering her low looks high performance amigas who have taught her so well about booth sleaze, I could see the BBBJ request was not one she couldn't deal with.

But condom or not, this was a fantastic blowjob - at least after I told her that it would be better to leave her beautiful rack of perfect white teeth out of the action. She sucked enthusiastically and long, the brown eyes peering up at me in porn girl configuration. A knock came - I told her to ignore it, and she ignored it. We got into a couple of positions and her movement and enthusiasm was a quick closing combination. After she did her sink cleanup and we were dressed I handed her 600 pesos folded. She put it away uncounted and told me she wanted to do it again tomorrow. I told her I couldn't make her any promises, but if she were to wear that pretty pink dress she just might be able to win me again. Jumping ahead to the next night, I walked into HK and she called to me from the mezzanine - wearing the pretty pink dress and she was a fucking vision. She ran down the stairs to initiate another assault, but I had to call it off having other ideas for that night. She accepted my deferral (NOT a rejection) like a pro and made her way off to bring some other lucky dude a spell of happiness.

After our Thursday night/Friday morning session at 2:30 AM, I went back to LC to see if the sparkling sexy spinner who I had sent silent messages to before leaving earlier was available. She was there, but now under the control of another local. I sat down to have a beer and noticed the chica who I knew now I had misjudged as cherubic and cold, and had been taken to the room by Zambooy. Turns out she's pretty much a big titted slim spinner - at least in her clothes. She was boogeying furiously for a long time out on the dance floor like young Goldie Hawn in a bikini on Rowan & Martin's Laugh In 40 years ago. Huge smile, sexy pout, body parts making me seasick. She's doing this with a variety of partners. Chica has caught dance fever whereas earlier she was cemented to a stool, couldn't smile or look-up. Now with the fever, damn fucking enticing. I'm wishing I'd waited around with TJ Flyer's pile of toxic waste earlier for Zambooy to come down with a report! Chica (Paola de Mexicali) finally leaves the dance floor and comes over to me and asks me if I want to dance. I tell her I am physically used up - this was a day that included a full day's work and then a 3 hour rush hour drive down to TJ from L.A....and then everything going down in TJ. I say let's have a drink. Well, nothing more to report here except that we hit it off pretty big and she turns out to have a large personality and wants to hookup. I tell her another time, and will leave this as a good first "marination" session in the bar - hopefully to set up the GFE at another time. But subsequent communications with Zambooy indicate that it may be a larger challenge then I care to deal with. We'll check Paula's temperature the next time I'm in TJ.

Next: Probably skip Day 2 for the moment and get to a more interesting Day 3.

Thanks, Erip, I have long enjoyed your posts. We run in some of the same haunts - LC, TB. I have not quite gotten into the new HK, but it is probably only a matter of when my income picks up.

I have reviewed Nanci de Obregon and Las Chavelas before. Her services upstairs are among the very best.

Hope to finally meet you, perhaps at a fiesta.

RJ...we have met on a few occasions over many years, but usually lots of people around such as at fiestas. Last time I saw you in the zona was awhile ago - you were cutting the rug at BT and it was obvious that you've had some dance lessons! Good move!

Erip,
Good to see you're still at it....
Since I now reside on the other coast, trips to TJ are a long fading memory. Be well old friend.
Baddog

Baddog, you beat me to it. I was going to drop you a line after reading your "Buffalo" TR... Oh amigo, I am so "still at it". Next part of this TR when I get around to it will show more representatively what I'm up to in TJ...not too much of the "mongering 101" described in part 1.

Hey, when you have time, drop me a PM and update me! I was thinking while reading your TR that you had a week...well if you couldn't get to Macau or LOS, that the least you could do was muster up a ticket to SoCal and TJ.

It's a good report as it really makes me miss TJ. You really pick up on all the subtleties in the club environment. It says alot about how comfortable you are in TJ (also how much time you must have spent in ZN to become that way!)

Erip, fantastic report, and I also appreciate the little details. Thanks for the post here.