Actually, After many posts with other subject lines, we are friends again (but NOT using the word "novios".

Her mom is visiting and I was introduced to her yesterday....The saga continues.

Now we are hardly speaking. Our friendship suffers. The rest of her family (at work & at home) and I still get along...

Go figure.

I recently had minor (out patient)surgery.

My "friend" ignored me when I told her I was about to undergo it.

Her sister wanted to know what would be a good time to call to check on me.

She never called.

This is really stupid. They just tromped on the teats of a cash cow. I guess they must really be mad at me.

My feelings are kinda' hurt, but it's nice to know who your friends are (or in this case "are not").

Saturday I went to "Club Lap-Dance".

When she sat down, I told her i wasn't going to buy a lap-dance from her today. It was a bit busy so I left.

I returned and apologized for a bad joke on wednesday at her expense. Then I told her "You have told me that you don't want me to know you well. You have always evaded the opportunity to talk at length. When I experience a lap-dance with you, It makes my feelings for you grow. Given the situation, this does not serve me well. I am not going to pursue you (personally) in the future. I am not going to buy lap-dances from you, either."

She asked "Why ?". I responded "Because it harms me." I am not doing this to be petty, it's really true. This will, of course, affect her income (Sorry honey !), but I don't hurt as much.

I forgot to tell her that massages make me feel closer, too. I guess she'll find out the next time she asks.

I'm still going to the same club. Still doing the same things. Different girls, NO PAIN. As it should be.

Spent what would have been lap-dance money on a two-hour massage. At my instructions she damn near beat the shit out of me (mostly my calves). This is what I really need sometimes - body work.

Pauncho (AKA Senor Bizco)

Senor Pauncho - Bro, I feel your pain. I think all of us at one point or another have gone through what youre going through now in some shape, way, or form. Those that are shaking their heads NO.. give it some more time. Some unnamed sexi chica magnifica you will meet in the future will do it to you and lay you flat on your ass. I can guarantee it. Just remember that Eclipse told you so when it does happen.

The only ones that have a tiny tiny remote chance of being 'saved' and leaving this type of life style are the ones that have been there for less than 6months and truly want to leave. Then you have to take them out of that enviroment completely or the temptation from friends and of easy money will be too great and it'll just lure them back. You also have to have enough to bankroll them indefinitely while they stay with you as well since they dont have any sort of marketable skills to really get a job. So essentially, they'll still be working.. just exclusively with one client. And keep in mind that they want to 'live' and not just 'survive'. That means nice clothes, makeup, CD's, vacation trips, fine dining, jewelry, you get the picture.

I've had a relationship in the not too far past that I felt she could truly be the woman that I could spend my life with, have kids with and grow old with. Of course, like 99.99% of all hooker relationships, it ended miserably. Total cost of 6 months of pure heaven with her? $50,000 (more or less) Total cost of 6 mos of total hell after the breakup? Missed work days, lost productivity at work from daydreaming of her, the agony and pain of knowing she is with someone else, the heartache you feel every nite as you go to sleep, etc etc.. COST? TOO MUCH TO BEAR.

The funny thing is, when we were together, she NEVER *EVER* once asked for money. I managed to blow my entire savings + cashing in some stock on just living with her. She laid down in my bed for the 1st two months without any sort of cash exchanging hands. Towards the latter part of the relationship (last 2 mos or so), I ended up giving her $200/week as she ended up quitting work altogether to 'be' with me. This was my idea. She did not ask for it.

I dont mean to get on my soapbox here, but I've gone through this and I really hate to have someone else go through the same experience. I would not wish this upon my worse enemy. You MUST remember this - and I've seen them posted on here at one time or another.

1. You can take a girl out of the bar but you can never take the bar out of the girl.
2. In the eternal words of Dr Dre (Chronik CD) - You cant make a whore a housewife.
3. Back in the old Red Snake days - I really wish I remembered who said this - Make sure to check your feelings at the border.
4. Bar chicas/Working Girls/Hookers , whatever you wanna call them, are only good for fun time relationships. Nothing more.

Also I find that just writing about this is quite therapeutic. I can relate to Senor Pauncho posting on here and getting different viewpoints and opinions from others on his issue.

I may be starting to ramble on here and I apolgize in advance but its 3:30am and i'm getting real tired, however, I think the best lesson learned is the one experienced first hand. You wont truly understand the value and wisdom of those 4 rules of engagement unless you've gone through it. Afterwards, you'll just be more wiser and more lighter in the pocketbook.

I think once you've reached this stage , you have reached Athos's godlike status. Fuck as many beautiful women as you can and not get emotionally attached at all.

And Yes Athos, you know me.. but not by my alias lol. Sorry to have used you in this example. Redongdo would be a good example as well. Being able to differentiate between getting your rocks off and enjoying company with a beautiful girl out of the club does not mean anymore than just a good time. And yeah, you know me too Red. So now when I start to develop sincere feelings towards a girl, I just tell myself those 4 things. And remember what happened in the past. Snaps me out of it real quick.

I still dont know how they do it Easier said than done I guess as we are all human beings and we all need affection and what we perceive as 'love'. I can still see myself falling for a beautiful chica again even with my pain filled experiences. Hope is a good thing, but in this sense, is a very dangerous thing. Most of us look for love in all the wrong places.

I went down wednesday night - she wasn't there but her sister was working.

I misunderstood her sister to say that she was a home but would be in in a 1/2 hour or hour.

I went to get a long massage & services.
When I returned, she still wasn't there. (I had some things for her kid.)

Turns out her sister had said "She's neither here nor at home, but will be home in about an hour. She said to meet her at the house."

Oh, well. It was almost time to go home so I frolicked a bit with sis, left the stuff for the kid and went home.

Pauncho

Eclipse has hit it on the button. You can put everything you have into the relationship which includes your savings and checking account but it is doubtful that once your money is gone, that she will stick around.

Even if she swears that she is your friend, it will only take her one second to turn away from you and move on to the next sitting duck.

We think that we are in control when we stroll around TJ with our money in our pockets, but in reality, we are just sitting ducks in a barrel waiting for the chicas to allow us to give it to them.

My story is very similar to Eclipses and the total dollar amount is in the same range as is the heartbreaking anguish that the relationship has had on me.

Now just try to visualize this from the chicas point of view after having done this entire cycle every year for about six years........she is the predatory shark and you are the defenseless bait. Until you have gone through this at least once the skills to deflect their offense is not there.

Many american guys go to TJ looking for a chica to rescue. The chicas know this and take full advantage of it while using their innocence as the deceiving ploy.

Try pissing them off early on in the friendship and see what their reaction is....but don't forget that their attraction to you is related to your generosity. If you piss them off with respect to money, I doubt that they will even talk to you afterwards. They just don't have the time to waste on someone who lacks potential cash flow in their direction.

I have a couple of stripper friends who are not whores and I also have a couple of stripper acqaintenances who are whores. The moral of the story is that a whore is not your friend as long as you have money in your bank account. You just think that she is.

Probably the same for a stripper who is (probably) not a whore.

Amazingly, I have been invited to the first birthday (I think including baptism, as it's at a church) of the sister's kid. (Sister also works at "Club Lap-Dance"). Their father and a couple more brothers are coming to town for the event (never piss off a girl that has seven brothers!).

This combination of "biggest fool client" and "meet the whole family at formal social events" (I've only met 20 of them so far) really has me confused.

There is absolutlely NO WAY that I nor sis are romantically interested in each other (although I'd do her at the drop of a hat - sexier !). We both know this.

As this is only costing me about $3.00 dollars per "she molests me on-stage to incite other patrons", I'm going along with it to see where it goes.

I repeat that I have never spent (with THESE girls - I can't say that about previous novias) more than my allotted monthly allowance (that I give myself) nor have I actually given her money (other than the injured baby neice story previous). Lots of "I didn't really need them" lap-dances, but no more.

I simply haven't found another club where I can routinely suck tits for a dollar. Maybe I should try Isis/Unicornio - LOL.

Of course I keep shelling out for toys at the dollar store. These chicas with extended families (plus all of the SGs I know) are straining my resources (not really, I'm just spending my weekday pocket money which I would spend on junk food - and I'm too fat already.)

Amazingly, I found three dollar skateboards at a local (U.S. side) swapmeet, and "Silly Putty" five/one dollar. It's getting to where strange men (club barkers) have stopped me on the street and tried to buy toys from me. (So much for my "low profile".)

Anyway, I am continuing this strange adventure - highly modified - but not "participating" with the girl of interest (hurts my feelings to do so). The dynamics of this are VERY STRANGE. I am simply VERY curious where this goes, and why "Sis" seems so determined to keep me attached (in some way) to the family.

As to your comments, please keep them coming.
Thanks.

Pauncho

So you do not pay for sex ever in Tijuana?

If so, then you have remarkable self discipline and as long as you maintain it, don't worry about anything........I just wonder where your particular breaking point is.

I didn't say that. What I said is I never did her because she (supposedly) doesn't go up.

My breaking point is that I don't want to fall further in love, and lap-dances with her accomplish that readily.

We are "just friends", but I'm crazy about her.

This does not change the fact that I am sexually attracted to her sister, her sister-in-law, a distant cousin (all dancers), and several other dancers in the place.

I often put lip-locks on breasts - for a dollar.

I have finally found out why they both want me around right now. I just haven't finished authoring the post yet.

My long-term favorita has come back to town, so all of this may be wasted effort anyway.

Nunca se sabe (you never know)

Keep this thread alive, SrPauncho. It's great reading.

No sabe nunca

Be careful and by all means, secure your corazon at the border, especially with long lost favoritas.....as they tend to already know how to read you like a book.

I could tell you a long story about one that came back into town and manipulated me so well that I never realized how much she had me under her spell until I was already in over my head.

Between her feigning that she was my friend and acting like she cared about me, my better judgement was kept at bay. I was willing to do just about anything for her, including supporting her while she tried to find a job outside of the sex industry.

It turned out that she did not care about love or friendship.

6/16/02

"WHAT A GIRL WANTS, WHAT A GIRL NEEDS, ....." - the predominant lyric of one of the songs danced to by "Lady Lap-Dance" ("LLD"). Now I know what that means !

These women from the zona and Revolución see us in various lights - anything from "Walking Wallets" to "Walking 401-K Plans". It's probably a good thing
they never heard of Roth IRAs and deferred compensation.

I have figured out that a "client" can never become a "novio", not really.
I am beginning to suspect that once a "client", you can never really become a friend. I am still exploring this one.

I have spent some money, a good bit of time, and an enormous amount of emotional energy falling in and out of love with my "LLD", only to conclude that:

I am very fond of her (without rhyme or reason)

I will probably NEVER get any of that (sex)

She doesn't want to get closer to me,
but she definitely doesn't want me to go away

There is an unspoken, unusual motive on her (& her sister's) part

At this point we are officially friends. Although I continue to ransack the 99-cent store (and my wallet) for toys & educational materials for her extended family (only the minority lives in TJ - about 20 of them), other than the "injured baby incident" (chronicled in "Hombre/Off Topic/ Relationships with Working Girls/Is my Stripper 'Girlfriend' a Whore"), I have never given money to this woman other than for lap-dance services.

I had recently tapered off a good deal, and now I have informed her that I am no longer going to buy lap-dances from her nor give her back rubs, because it stokes my emotional fires excessively, and this harms me. This is something I have had to tell her more than once. It seems that my spanish is very poorly understood when I tell her something she doesn't want to hear.

She seems a little piqued over this, and and has on several occasions refused a ficha drink when she's thirsty.

But she persists ! Her response was "It makes me sad that I am going to spend my life alone."

All the while, her sister - the matchmaker (in a separate conversation) wants me to:

Accompany "LLD" to her hometown while she performs
a "Godmother errand" (no doubt paying her airfare, of course)

Buy a house in (big city in home state), just as if we were planning
to get married and live in it.

The recent presence of her mom, and the planned visit of her dad & representatives of other family groups has caused me to grill her on "Exactly what do I tell them when they ask me questions ?" (A birthday related ceremony for her niece is the cause of a planned gathering of perhaps 70-80 people). My interrogations have resulted in the following;

She has told her (until recently non-resident) brother that she (& her sister) are waitresses in a "Lap-Dance" type bar.

She has told her mother (now here on an extended visit) that:

They both work as waitresses in a chinese restaurant

That we are just "good friends", but that I "help" her,
and that her sister has a similar friend. (This supposedly explains
the great amount of money [lap-dance provider instead of waitress]
that they both send to the family)

I don't know what she has told her dad, if anything. Her mother treats me with courtesy, but looks at me a little oddly and doesn't say much. I'm not sure, but it may be a case of "It's better to think that my daughter is somebody's mistress than to wonder where she gets all of that money".

Wow! Who was it that said "Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive." ? But at least I now know what this girl wants; she wants me to pretend to be:

The reason she has so much money working in a "normal waitress" job.
i.e., she wants me to lend her an "air of legitimacy".

What a surprise ! I thought she loved (OK, liked) me for my wallet, or at least my back rubs, or maybe even something about me .....

Of course I think she would prefer the $120.00 / week she used to receive from me for lap-dances, too. But that was back when she called me boyfriend and had me fooled thinking that we were on the verge of being lovers. This week I haven't even given her one dollar for "lap-dance related services", nor for anything else. (Of course I still bring an endless procession of toys for the kids.)

Actually, when you consider that I often am in my "street bum" disguise (although I have recently upgraded to "disheveled"), this speaks to just how desperate a girl can be to get what she really wants.

Go figure !

Pauncho

Excellent description of the monger/provider situation.. Seems that in reality they are all GUILTY (of milking as much $$ from us as they can) until proven innocent..

And... It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know the difference between a typical "working" chica and the genuine article..

Actually, I lied when I said that lately I haven't given her any money.

Yesterday I stuffed a dollar or two (OK it was actually 3) in her G-string while she was dancing.

She did offer to let me kiss her tits - something I won't do (with HER) because it feeds my LLD-Mania.

She's leaving town for a couple of weeks - I'm gonna' miss her kid - No more piggy back rides for a while. She did ask when she'll see me again. For a moment, I forgot that is one of her "professional" questions.

The few times I seen her being real makes me hate when she's being professional...

"Actually, when you consider that I often am in my "street bum" disguise (although I have recently upgraded to "disheveled"), this speaks to just how desperate a girl can be to get what she really wants."


Do you use your 'disheveled' disguise only at the club or also at family gatherings ie when being introduced to be her mother? If the latter no wonder her mother looks at you 'oddly'.

I actually dressed up to meet her mother.
(Black shoes - newly polished, haircut-well greased, decent shirt, metal-banded watch, etc.)

Met her at the airport with the kid riding my shoulders. Going to meet dad in a couple of weeks at a family religious ceremony/fiesta.

I'm actually considering wearing my gold ring, and I just bought a nice (looking) gold watch.

You gotta' keep in mind these are country folk that have a few cityfied daughters that lap-dance (oops, that's a secret!).

I think her mother looks at me oddly because we don't act like we get along well - because lately we haven't. But who knows.

"Badly disheveled" is my zona disguise to keep from getting mugged. Probably keeps mongers from recognizing me, too. I have NEVER had a monger approach me, they are probably afraid I'm looking for a handout.

But all of the street people know me - from time to time I buy meals or snacks for strangers.

My favorita (SG) takes a lot of teasing about me, but always welcomes me with open arms in the room. I welcome her with an open wallet.

But I don't usually buy services in the Zona, but nearby - cheaper.

What a Girl gets....

How did it go ? Well, I hadn't seen either Lady Lap-Dance ("LLD") or her daughter for about three weeks, as they were out of town. When they returned, and the niece's birthday celebration was held, I was at the house - only about 40-45 people showed up.

As you may recall from previous posts, I had been described to most of her family as "We're not novios, just good friends - and he helps me".

"LLD" wouldn't speak to me unless I directly addressed her, and only in brief, formal replies. She wouldn't look at me, and pretty much managed to avoid me by leaving whatever area I approached.

Was I pissed off. Yes. I was there for two reasons: Her sister invited me, and to put in an appearance as the "air of legitimacy" previously described. She didn't introduce me to anyone, nor smile at me even once.

So I got her aside and said "We need to talk". She mumbled something and pointed outside, so I went outside and waited. She didn't come out. Later I caught her coming outside near the door, and said again "We need to talk, privately. I motioned to a clearly visible, but private spot` and she indicated "right here" where we were standing.

By this time there were about four people - 3 feet away, listening. I just said "Later".

A third (or was it 4th) time I caught up with her (about 15 feet from a group of women chatting), I again said "We have to talk. Lets go outside." She said "No, Right here !"

So right then and there I told her "You're treating me like you hate me". She denied it. (At first we were talking low, but when I get pissed, I get louder.) I told her that "If you want me to maintain the charade, you're going to have to treat me better".

She "seemed" not to understand - or maybe didn't. So I said "If you want me to pretend, you're going to have treat me like a friend." By this time the women nearby were "all ears".

The rest of the afternoon, she still wouldn't look at me, but at least she initiated one conversation: When I scooped up her crying child (whom I adore) from the street and brought her inside to "LLD", she said "Thank you." And when I sat down nearby, she waited about five minutes before fleeing.

Just before I left, I inquired if it would be all right to drop by with the gross of pencils I had promised grandma, and she said OK. Preparing to leave, I made the circuit, taking leave of most of those present, including "LLD". (We made courteous noises at each other.) I left.

OK, I was a butt-head in the Mexican cultural context. But it offended me to be cast in the role of "Good Friends" and treated like an enemy or outcast. It probably would be a bad idea to show my face there again. But then again, to hell with her.

Of course, given who I am, all of my protestations may be wasted depending on how I react the next time she sticks a teat in my face at "Club Lap-Dance".
But I'm a lot closer to "Fuck off !" than I am to "Forgive & Forget".

I guess I'm about ready to begin another adventure...

Pauncho

SP, unless she had some particular reason to be pissed at you on this particular day, this doesn't sound like a portrait of someone who wants to be your friend, and certainly not a significant other. There comes a time when you need to step back and see the world the way it really is, not how you wish it were.

I second that thought Phoenixguy ! SP, wake up and smell the coffee. Stop wasting your energy on this chica and find another.

There are several very basic rules to being successful with women, one of them is ....GO FOR THE ONES THAT GO FOR YOU !!!

Don't continue to swim upstream. Find another chica that will appreciate you for what you have to offer and be good to you.

SP, reading back over some of your prior posts - sounds like you'll miss the kids more than her. Been there, done that (just not with a Zona chica).

Actually, I may not have to miss the kids. I had pretty much been showing up when she wasn't home, anyway.

I was real far past "possible realtionship". Even our friendship was strained. It just seems non-existent now.

I'm still angry days later.

In a personal conversation, her sister did admit to enjoying giving blow jobs (in a relationship), but being too shy for DATY (This is a lap-dancer, too!)

If the sister is still speaking to me, we'll still be friends, but no more with "Lady Lap-Dance" !

WHAT A GIRL GETS ..... - Part II

Got a call from "LLD's" sister saying only "Pauncho - Hablar a Tijuana" in a somewhat irritated voice. When I called back, she was working, of course. So I left a message that I would call back the next day (their normal day off).

When I called back, sis wasn't there, but was working. (This made sense, because she had taken time off to prepare for the fiesta.) I talked to the nanny (the childless sister that stays home for childcare). I heard her ask LLD if she wanted to talk to me. Her answer was a clear, bitter sounding "No !".

I began to wonder if I would be in any danger if I returned to Club Lap-Dance. Well, nobody said I wasn't a coward. But I showed up anyway at the club on Saturday afternoon. (I had been half expecting a contingent of brothers to confront me at the first opportunity.)

"LLD" greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, a handshake, and a smile - go figure !
It was as if nothing had happened. Of course, a couple more dancers/family members asked me how did the fiesta go for me (were they fishing ?).

Later I talked to sis, whose biggest concern seemed to be the photos I took, seems hers were all spoiled. I did tell her that we had an argument. She said she didn't know about it. So I gave her the details.

She asked me if I had been up to the house yet. I said "No, nor am I going to again, as it is also your sister's house." I got a funny look for that.

Later she said that LLD wanted an explanation, and I should buy a lap-dance ticket and we could go back & talk. I replied angrily "Pay to talk! Hell, No !".

Even later I noticed a familiar face, her 19 year-old brother who didn't know anything about the club. Seems he's working there now. This is the same guy that when I met him, his brothers were saying (jokingly) that he was looking for a women to maintain him (without working). They all got a good laugh out of my attempt to translate (from my grade-school days) the ditty "I've found the perfect woman, you couldn't ask for more, she's deaf and dumb and oversexed and owns a liquor store."

Anyway, 5 of the 6 family member lap-dancers were working, but they were taking it real easy on stage. He & I both got to see LLD's tits (that's his sister), but they weren't putting them in anybody's face and no sucking allowed.

Well, the devil made me do it. I sucked tits (at the stage - dollar per tit as usual) of two non-family member dancers, then "Sexy" (the cousin) not only let me suck her tits and rub her pussy a little, but also grabbed my cock through my pants.

You should have seen the size of his eyes. I guess I did it so he could get a better idea of what goes on in the darkened "lap-dance territory". I'm baaaaad.

I did apologize to LLD for my behavior at the party, but of course she didn't apologize for hers. Better that way, because it leaves me pissed and thereby better able to resist her charms.

I find myself looking at her and seeing the faults in her figure (She was never really my type; too light-skinned, too tall, didn't have black hair, lousy dancer, etc.) Maybe finally her charms are wearing off - it's about time. In between the times that I feel the loss, sometimes I feel disgust. At least she has made me forget how I felt about her predecessor.

By the time I left Sunday, LLD wasn't talking to me again, and when she saw me preparing to leave, she made herself scarce so she wouldn't have to say goodbye.

The most amazing thing about this lengthly adventure was, although emotionally exhausting, not very expensive. The thorough financial trouncing that "G" gave me a year-and-a-half ago schooled me so well that I recognized almost every stratagem immediately.

This allowed me to be generous (mostly to the lovable kids - a little to their moms) without being totally taken advantage of. And I don't regret that part a bit.

Pauncho

Why does the phrase, "Any crash you can walk away from..." come to mind.

You're better offer out of this one. Been there.

I've been out of "it" financially, for about two and a half months.

Emotionally, it's a little slower.

When there is such a large family (about 20 of them in Tijuana), they are hard to avoid, not to mention my intentional trips to the club to suck a few family tits for a buck per suck. Just not hers..

I was walking down the street and saw my ex-novia of last year with her new OLD (65 ?) man. I silently mouthed "Buenas tardes" to her and she silently returned it with a smile. The old man never noticed. After she passed, I turned around and silently followed her with my eyes (obviously drooling - a leg thing !).

Before I could turn back around, I heard "Hi, Pauncho. What'cha doing ?" and almost collided with the 12 & 14 year-old neices on their way to work.

Later in the evening while walking with "R" (who IS beautiful, although neither slim nor young), I encountered "A", a waiter formerely working in Club Lap-Dance. He exclaimed "Wow, you've got a beautiful girlfriend now! Right on!"

I guess he was too drunk to recognize her as a provider from the zone, but I bet he passes the story on (which suits me).

It's not so much that there are spies, but that there is a lot of gossip. Her family & friends are everywhere. It's OK, just a little wierd.

Pauncho

I still go to the same Lap-Dance Club.

I still suck as many tits as will permit me for one dollar (except hers !)

She pretends I'm not there - suits me.

Her sexy cousin (also a lap-dancer) has informed me that I will definitely be invited to her daughter's 5th birthday in September.

I have no doubt that LLD will be there, but so what! All though the sexy cousin & I have no romantic a\illusions between us, we get along. It should be fun. Might be some girls to dance with if I learn how in time.

Pauncho

Pauncho, why don't you use these get-to-togethers as an opportunity to learn to dance?

"Pauncho, why don't you use these get-to-togethers as an opportunity to learn to dance?"

If not visit this site "http://www.watchmedance.com/"

Harry

LLD (Lady Lap-Dance); Not long ago "Sexy" (one of her two lap-dancing cousins in the same bar told me that (somebody or other) had told her that I wanted her (she sells it). I replied that I surely did, but I wasn't that rich.... She told me to forget it, that we were friends. Gosh, it's just like high school, except I wasn't trying to pay for it then.

Anyway, my extended weekend started out with LLD being very cordial, mostly interested in what I thought of her new hairdo. I told her it went well (I hated it and gladly accept ANY thing that makes me like her less. Still, I feel happy (and then later - angry) when she's nice to me. She still has that effect on me.

As the weekend progressed, "Sis" (also a lap-dancer) managed to suck me out of $40.00 worth of lap-dances and a $60.00 loan. (I trust her on this account, she'll pay me in services.)

When "LLD" & I were talking, Sis walked up and said "Lap-Dance for ("LLD") ? I countered with "You have all my money, you two run your house out of a common purse, so what difference does it make ? Are you going to lend it to me ?"

She surprised me and said "Yes" to which I replied "hell, No !" and pissed them both off. After that, when I was around and LLD was dancing, she wouldn't take her top off. As this would hurt her in the wallet (a buck per suck), she must have been really pissed. I could clearly see her seething behind her smile.

I don't enjoy her hating me, but it is better than being snagged in again to the "relationship". Clearly this is a case of "the heart" is not listening to the head (which is saying "Run for your life").

8-10 & 11, 2002

The Lady LapDance saga continues; LLD and I have been ignoring each other, while I continue to enjoy lapdances with her sister and cousins. I haven't been to her house since the ill-fated fiesta.

Now her sister says that Dad is finally coming to town, and they want me to play the role that I was supposed to have played at the fiesta, ostensible economic support unit for LLD. I told sis that I thought I could pull it off, and that as long as I knew what to expect, I wouldn't get angry again.

Now I'm not so sure. As I left the club today, I spoke briefly with sis, in LLD's presence. I closed by saying "see ya !" and directed a second "See ya ! to LLD, who literally snarled (OK maybe barked, but no words here) a response like I had slapped her or something.

I'm giving this "friendship errand" for sis a second look. I may cop out on her.

I ended up telling "Sis";
Por que tu hermana no me da respeto,
tengo que mostrar respeto a mi propia persona.
No voy a la casa de ("LLD" - Lady Lap-Dance's name).
(Because your sister disrespects me,
I must respect myself. I won't go to the house of [her name].

As sis lives in the same house, this means I don't meet her dad. This pissed her off as the previous week I had told her that I could handle anything that LLD would throw at me.

I believe that I could, I just don't think that I should. Both of the girls (both lap-dancers) and their two brothers (waiters) were cool to me during my 4-day weekend. Even "Beautiful" (a lap-dancing cousin) was cool to me.

"Sis" didn't even pester me to death (like usual) about lap-dances. When she's mad enough to turn down money, she's PISSED! (Though not so pissed off as to turn down toys for her kid.

I don't miss LLD anymore. She didn't even say "Hi" to me, but did thank me when I pointed out protruding nails on the stage.

I still go to "Club Lap-Dance". I still do lap-dances with LLD's (Lady Lap-Dance) sister and the two cousins, and another provider or two.

Sis still pulls my chain with "Did you go up to the house already ?" and I still reply "I don't go to the house of (LLD)" (Sis lives with LLD).

LLD & I still either don't speak, barely say "Hello", or grimace at each other.
She still doesn't remove her top when dancing if she sees me, and I don't look when she does (I'm still crazy about her tits...)

But I got a big surprise Friday. I went to another bar looking for a heavily lactating chica I so enjoy. I ran into "Sexy" & "Beautiful" (LLD's cousins). "Beautiful" was about to leave for dinner so I sprung for it and she selected fine cuisine - Burger King.

I related to her something about Sis's attempts to yet again get me to meet her father to bolster her's and LLD's story about how they get their money (supposedly waitresses in a nornal restaurant, and I "help" LLD...)

She started laughing and said "Bullshit ! Sis is the biggest liar. Both parents know what they do for a living !"

I asked ":All the details ?". I mispronounced "details" (in spanish) so badly that we had to do it 4 times before she understood. Then she said "Yes", laughing.

This doesn't change my mind about avoiding LLD (on a personal level) or any of that. There is NO way I'm putting myself through that again. But it does make me wonder about Sis's motivation for me to meet her parents (I met Mom, but passed on Dad, saying I would NOT return to LLD's house again.

Nobody does ANYTHING without a reason, but I sure as hell don't understand what they were up to here........

SR Pauncho,

With all due respect, you should never forget that the easiest way to tell if many of these girls are lying is if their lips are moving. I have followed your experiences with interest and am sorry it has not all worked out for you. I obviously have no clue about the situation, but I feel, from what you have said, that these girls have not been very straight with you. Just another opinion you did not ask for. Good luck.

I value constructive opinions, thanks.

It hasn't all been negative.

I am still amazed when LLD scowls at me when I sucking other girl's tits in the club, but it doesn't bother me.

Just about all of my lap-dance business goes to a lactating lady in the same club now.

But lately I've been spending my money in a "ficha dancer" bar. Just last Saturday night, I danced 20 tunes ($20), took a girl to the room for $20 (one & one/half hours - wow !), fed her dinner at a nearby taco stand, returned to the bar and danced another $20 worth.

About the best fun I've had in Tijuana.
Of course YMMV ! I'm 30 years older than her and 100 pounds overweight.

It seemed to turn when I immediately stated rubbing her feet when we got to the room.

I think I'll wash them next time.

Pauncho

Could it be she wants to you to meet the father because she needs the appearance of a gringo 'novio' to back up a different lie? One that you're not aware of?

And maybe she scowls because you're 'the one (wallet) that got away'?

Keep us posted. I'm facinated by what you've put yourself through...

I agree with bonvvnt. Your sharing your experiences has been fascinating. I do sincerely feel bad things did not work as you may have hoped, but I think you have had an interesting journey. You have definitely explored areas of working girl realtionships that most of us dare not venture into.

Yeh! Friday night (9-6-02) I went back to Club Lap-Dance searching for my NEW Lap-Dance Provider. She wasn't there.

I dropped off (child's story book) and a child's jig saw puzzle for "Sexy" (one of the cousins of LLD [Lady Lap-Dance} ) and we ended up sharing one lap-dance.

"LLD" just glared at me without speaking. Her sister-in-law (& best friend) decided it was time that I do another back rub (I suffer from lonely fingers...)and told me she was about to go back to (her state of origin) - Damn

I also gave a CD containing 3 children's tales (Hansel y Gretel, etc. in Spanish) to "Sis" (LLD's sister) and an electric top to "Bro" (LLD's brother and a mesero).

I still get along with the family, more or less. Just not LLD.

When I look at her, usually I don't feel remorse, nor anger, but just a sense of "Somebody I can't trust who dislikes me.
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I have a new interest in a ficha bar.
I think that I sense her mind jumping between "client" and "Friend".

I am, of course, using the "toys for her kids" strategum to maximum effect. It gives me great pleasure to do things for kids.

Pauncho

Went to "LLD's" cousins birthday party.
Or was it Independence day fiesta - Sunday night.

Low key = The two cousins "Beautiful" & "Sexy" (it was sexy's birthday Friday) , two or three female neighbors and their kids.

No cake, no music, lots of good food. And a pronouncement of friendship by sexy (notifying her neighbors that we are "just friends") to which I responded that "Son amigas mias estimadas" (female friends I NOT screwing that I esteem highly). (or was she reminding me of this - who knows)

LLD and her sister didn't show - better in my opinion (in the case of LLD, her sister's OK). I spent most of the time playing with Sexy's kids - quite enjoyable.

I don't know where this is going, other than:

I won't be getting any of this - this has ben made very clear (even if I wanted to pay for it - and they both are providers)

I certainly not in love, but I like both of them and we treat each other with respect.

Sexy & I both are strongly motivated to ensure that her kids become fluent in English (They are both U.S. citizens).

It's nice to "belong" a little.

Pauncho

Pauncho

You need to make this up to me somehow.
I live for TJ house parties.
For some reason the chicas stick to me like doofys to Adelitas.
I have been to plenty and have yet not to hook up with a chica from one.

If anyone has the opportunity to go to one do yourself a favor and go you will have a blast

Your Doofis Hippster
Milky

For anyone who has followed this thread, the following has occurred:

Lady LapDance ("LLD") and I still don't speak to each other. I still go to "Club LapDance".

LLD is on the verge of getting shacked up with a new boyfriend. This will allow me to visit her siblings that are my friends (& their kids).

I am spending a lot of time at Bar El Fracaso (See "Senor Pauncho pokes a new puta")

An old favorita of mine has come back to town and we are spending a lot of time together (8-10 hours in the room each weekend).

i always follow your posts
keep up the posts
I always laugh when sum tuff guy asks wheres club lapdance ?

take care
Sr. Milk

Ditto what milkman said.

Hey, milkman... you told me that Club Lapdance changed their name to Bambi's. You mean I've been wasting my time there all this time... Oh well, I did meet this really tall girl who seems to like me

Pauncho you crack me up. On the one hand you've been so secretive about the real name of Club Lap Dance and yet you're practically begging people to go to El Fracaso. Did you cut a deal with the doorman at El Fracaso to send some gringos there?


Reytj

I was sharing the wealth.
(No deal with the doorman. The truth of the matter is that I expect many gringos [lacking cultural awareness] may fall flat on their face)

The are more girls than I can service, now that I'm back with my novia.

And Club LapDance is really (drum roll....)
(dare I say it !) (No I don't dare)

Because ...... I'm going over to the apartment that "Beautiful" & "Sexy" share - this weekend. But don't eat your heart out. I'll be playing with Sexy's kids. we'll be watching "Toy Story (#1) in pieces. A small part in Spanish followed by the same part in English.

Of course there is a co-resident neice about 18.......

Pauncho

The Green-Eyed Monster - Jealousy

I went to Sexy's house to cosole her sick kids with treasures from the 99 cent store and a masive bottle of Costco Kid's Chewable Vitamins.

The power was out, I barely found the place. We (her kids, the babysitter, and the 17 year-old niece, & I) sat around the single flashlight for about an hour. I explained about vitamins and got the kids to take one each.

I returned to Club LapDance and talked to Sexy. Her (Once before, & now again) co-resident boyfriend is the DJ there.

Back a few months, she has let me suck her tist on-stage, rubbed my balls, etc., all in plain view of her novio. And she has subjected me to untold procedures during lap dances - Although I've never fucked her.

This is the girl who hawked her services (FS) the first time I met her (When I was too interested in her cousin to do her). But two or three months ago, she told me I couldn't even buy it, because we were FRIENDS.

Anyway, I was talking to her and her novio approaches us and said in perfect english (I didn't know he spoke english); "You want her, go ahead and fuck her !"

He wasn't pimping her, he was pissed as hell. She must have said something nice about me. (and they aren't even his kids !)

The down-side of this is that he is young and obviously works out, and I'm old, fat, & lazy.

The up-side is that Sexy (and almost everyone else)are going south for about 3 weeks for Christmas. The novio is going home to mom's, and "Beautiful" will be home alone.

She's got about 4 boyfriends whom I consider clients in that they have never been to the house. I've always enjoyed rubbing her back.

Maybe I luck out and she'll sprain it or something. I could easily enjoy 3 weeks eating my novia in the day, and "Beautiful" at night.

How's that song go; "Wishin', and a hoping, and a prayin'....."

The next day Sexy's novio was friendly, and the next a little hostile. She had given him the riot act and told me he didn't matter, I could come over anytime I wanted.

I shopping for something nice for Beautiful's December birthday...

Pauncho
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As always, I returned to Club LapDance, to chat with "Sexy", "Beautiful", "Sis", (and the two brothers of (LLD)Lady LapDance).

LLD & I no longer trade sneers. If she is with one of my friends (which are her siblings or cousins), I just avoid them until she leaves.

If I am with them, she avoids them until I leave.
This seems to work for both of us.

Anyway, the club has a new "paloma" (Lap Dance ticket writer). Her name is Rocio.

Previously I had enjoyed rubbing Melisa's back, but she has opted out as she is pregnant and believes it could harm the baby. (The previous back did the same for the same reason).

Rocio likes backrubs. Her back is an order of magnitude more fun to rub than my girlfriend's back) Guess how I spent about an hour or more.

Of course I had to explain how resting her head on my shoulder relaxes her neck muscles so I can rub it better. But she rested her head on the bar instead.

Of course we had to unsnap her bra to do her back well. This wasn't such an adventure as she was seated at the bar.

Then I explained that all of the stress really resides in her ass muscles, which I needed to rub, but first I would have to rub her back for about an hour to chase the stress down there.

(I am unskilled & unlearned on the subject of massage, but subjectively this is true. And massage is definitely a subjective experience ! )

So after a good while, I finally put my hand a ways into her pants and rubbed.

(At his point I have to interject that I wasn't paying nor tipping her at all, nor did I. I did promise to bring her some Tylenol next week, but I'm going to tell her that drugs to combat stress is a bad idea - better more massage !)

So I rubbed her ass a bit and then backed off to her shoulders to start the sequence again. Pretty soon she unsnapped her pants and zipped them half way down (in front). So I rubbed her ass a bit more, then went to shoulders again.

At some point, I noticed LLD looking at what I was doing. Given the amount of time that has passed, and the fact that we have both moved on (She's about to get shacked up with her new novio, and I'd like to move in with my new novia), I was a little surprised.

But I figured "What the hell !" and put my hand into Rocio's pants again. I caught her looking 3 or 4 times so I just kept dipping my hand into Rocio's pants.

This is quite childish of me, but after all that happened in the past I figure a little chain jerking was in order....

BACK TO BEAUTIFUL - You'd be amazed at what 20 bucks can buy at Walmart. I hope her mother doesn't come to town by her birthday, as her mother is LLD's mother's sister who I don't think likes me.

(I just may make a career out of rubbing Rocio's back. She said to me that the supervisor is just her brother, not her boyfriend nor husband. Others in the bar say different. But in my experience, no novio/spouse would permit such fondling (all in his plain sight) unless money was involved, so I don't realy know what's up ?

Rocio has told me that she used to dance on the stage, but never lap danced - I presume this means I'm not supposed to think that she's a whore. She's 29 with no kids and supposedly is a widow.

I doubt it, but who knows. Looks-wise, she's way out of my league, but "Nunca se sabe" [Ya' never know] I keep this up to see where it goes.)

Senor Pauncho, what is Club Lapdance? Is that another term for El Fracaso Bar or is it someplace else?

Cantinflas
No Club lapdance is his fictional name for his favorite stripclub on Rev
I always laugh when he posts about it and some wacko axes where is Club Lapdance

Inbox me if you are still unaware of it

take care
Milkman

BAR EL FRACASO is an actual bar and that is it's name.

It is located on the North side of Articulo 123
(Calle Primera/1st Ave) between Revolucion & Constitucion - about mid-block.

It is a "ficha-dancer" (dollar-a-dance) bar frequented by Mexicans & Chicanos and a gringo or two. Spanish needed. I never pay more than 20 bucks for a half/hour (in the hotel), but YMMV.

It is a good place for non-dancers because it is often so crowded that no one can see you. That's why I started going there.

"CLUB LAP-DANCE" is a fictional name for an actual strip club on revolucion. I have used this fictional name because I have told so much (private information) about the staff there.

I have bared my soul (and my heart that has the sophistication of a 10-year-old girl's) but do NOT wish to expose the other players (dancers & waiters) as they all have families & kids.

Clearly anyone who knows them (from their workplace) could recognize them in these stories, but their mom (who I have met) would not be able to do so. Asshole that I am, I still have a little (OK, damn little) class and sensitivity.

I'll give you a hint though. My brother & I went there because it was the only club with the same name as when my brother drank there - 40 years prior.