It must be love, she gave me an hour & 30 minutes for 20 bucks !

I'm refering to "Sexy#1" at El Fracaso.

We gone through a couple of cycles of She treats me good, she slacks off, she traeats me good.

Last Saturday night, we wore out my 20 bucks dancing (following a first 20 bucks dancing, & 60 bucks for 3 hours in the hotel [partly sleeping] and dinner). She amazed me by throwing in 3 free dances.

Mind you, this girl is a pro. She has no other job, works 4 or 5 days a week. She's in Tijuana to earn her nestegg to buy a lot, build a house, and put a business in front. And she claims to be from "more or less middle-class" parents. Poverty didn't put her on the street - financial planning did. At least that's her story.

Then she starts doing "Totally non-professional stuff" like free time early on. I'm getting (sometimes) GFE for SG prices and having a lot of fun.

And when she's busy or absent, there's more just like her. I wish there was a hundred bars like El Fracaso, instead of one.

This is a NEW experience for a 100 lbs overweight guy in his late 50's. And I am definitely going to do Erika again (see my trip report).

I still drop by "Club LapDance" to suck on Lady LapDance's sister's tits every week, or at least one of her cousin's tits, though. I guess I just can't let go...

Senor Pauncho,

I am glad to see you moving on. It sounds like you have hooked up with something good. Buena Suerte.

It's them doing the hooking,
I'm just a client !

Since I wrote the last one above, Sexy#1 and I have gone through another whole cycle of "treat me good, treat me bad".

We danced for 20 songs, went to the hotel (I paid 80 for two hours) talked, cuddled, she wanted to nap(& did), I fell asleep, she woke me after two hours and acted like she was ready to leave. (About 10 o'clock sat night)

I was visibly pissed (no pussy !) and she made concilatory gestures, but didn't fuck me. I was mad as hell (didn't even ask for my money back !) and said "Te trato bien y me aprovechas. Mejor me dejas." ("I treat you well and you take advantage of me. You'd better leave"

She stood there fully-clothed and just smiled at me (She's very beautiful - answers compliments with "I know")thinking she has the upper hand). I repeated "Mejor me dejas" about 3 times, then said "! Vayase a su lugar indicado !" (" go back where you belong !")while pointing in the general direction of Bar Fracaso. She left without a word. What a dumb shit. I was a regular paying customer who treated her good and gave her gifts for her kids.

I went to club LapDance and had a lavish milk-meal on the faucets of one chica (Lady LapDance & I pointedly ignored each other's presence.)

A new chica that doesn't dance on stage, but lapdances, got the Pauncho initiation (sucked both of her tits and paid her two dollars, I was feeling generous).

I went and danced (OK, stumbled) at another Zona bar for an hour or two, then returned to Bar Fracaso. Found Yadira de Puebla (former SG, now 19).
Danced then went to the hotel for an hour. Acceptable, but overpriced (50). She watches the clock too closely. Nice tasting milk, though (just a few drops).

Went back to El Fracaso and met up with Sexy#2 (She has the same name as #1). She claims she doesn't go to the hotel. We danced for about an hour.

Sexy#1 was there working on the dance floor. Her best friend kept giving me a shit-eating grin, like always. #2 asked me rather pointed questions about #. I answered them all - honestly. But I didn't get any of this. We just danced.

I by-pased Leti. This was probably a mistake as she loks like a lot of fun. I didn't see Erika, but I'll look for her and "R" the next time.

I had promised a couple of things to Sexy#1. I still arguing with myself if I should fork them over (value less than 5 bucks).

So it wasn't much of a fun weekend this time. But I feel like I cut my losses short.

But, Next weekend I have so many errands (in Tijuana) that I may not have much fun. But I'll take a stab at it.

I don't even know where to begin.

Let me make it as simple as possible. No, you don't owe her anything.

You're absolutely right, but the item - "Landers" generic "Vick(s)" - would benefit her child, whom I bear no ill will.

Also, it's kind of a reminder that "You killed the goose that lays golden eggs" (albeit small ones) consistently, and lost a good customer !

It's just like "Lady LapDance" from my other thread; Every time she looks at the monster stuffed bunny that I gave her daughter, puts on one of the 14 or so bras I bought her at the dollar store (or watches her sisters do the same), looks at her daughter's collection of a couple dozen kiddie books, the dolls I gave her daughter, the bottles of bubbles (the blowing kind), the kites, watches her daughter enjoy the kiddie pool next door at her brother's place, the puzzles, etc. When her sister plays the children's stories on CD (in Spanish) frequently for her kid (they live together) - Can she really not think of me ?

She can't even throw them away, as her sister grabs them for her kid.

They may laugh at you, but they can't forget you.
And I NEVER regret giving things to a child.

No, I owe her (Sexy#1) nothing. The only thing she could do to remedy the situation is to apologize (something most chicas don't do) and get me an entire evening free (Something almost no chica will do) and I haven't told her this, on the of chance that she might do it and I might possibly be weak (she is so beautiful).

And she will probably know what's in the bag I'm bringing for Yadira (Bras from the dollar store), or whoever else.

I will miss her badly, but she'll probably just give me dirty looks anyway. I'm not changing (ficha dancer-type) bars just because of her any more than I changed (Lap-Dancer-type) bars for "Lady LapDance", who gets to watch me suck her sister's, her cousin's, or some other dancer's tits every weekend.

I refuse to let how some woman acts/thinks/feels or how much I liked her chase me out of places where I have fun. If she doesn't like it, SHE can change bars.

Pauncho

Sr. P.:

You don't get it.

When you give stuff to your #1 lady, all she can think of is some way to present it to her boyfriend, so she can make him as happy as possible.

Senor Pauncho - there's one more thing you don't seem to get. We're guys - we're easily replaced. Especially if there's pussy involved. She may think of you from time to time when she sees those things, but I doubt she'll be distressed about it, as you seem to be about everything she does/says. Sorry if I burst your bubble...

Gotta vote with the rest of the squad here, SrP.

Whenever she puts on one of the bras you bought her, or whatever, she can't help but think about you? That's crap. I can't tell the difference between the socks I bought myself and the ones my mom still gives me at Christmas.

Sure, you're giving her some stuff, and some of it's durable, and it may be around for a while. But it'll all be tagged as "Algo que un PL me do."

Dem Gnomes

D.G.
Please explain "Algo que un PL me do"
(? Something that a "Pauncho Loco" gave me ?)

Trip Report 10-05-02

"Pauncho Pokes a New Puta" (continued)

Mama cut my allowance, and I only have about $150.00 to spend each week in Tijuana. This includes mongering, works of charity, my personal projects, and everything else. So I decided not to spend the whole weekend in Tijuana. I had wanted to go to the Santee (California) swapmeet Saturday morning anyway.

Just after the swapmeet, I went home, grabbed my bags, and jumped the trolley to San Ysidro (1 & 1/2 hours transit time). Walked across, and when I approached the aduana (Mexican customs) "red light/green light" check station, I told the guy "I've got more than $50.00 worth of stuff, do I have to pay ?".

He waved me on through. ¡Que milagro! I had a DVD player and the duty is about 21 % above 50 bucks. Took a taxi downtown, checked in at Hotel Imperial, showered & shaved and walked into Bar El Fracaso searching out talent. This was about 11:30 AM, and the place was empty. So I went to revolution to check (legal) drug prices for a friend.

I couldn't find what I wanted, and turned back towards the hotel and BINGO! Walking towards me was "Lady LapDance" ("LLD" of "Off Topic/Relationships/Is my stripper "Girlfriend" a Whore ?") (walking with some guy) pointedly ignoring my presence. When I realized it was her, I looked straight ahead also, as is our custom lately.

Then curiosity got the better of me and I looked again to see what her new boyfriend looks like. Well, instead, it was her little (19 year-old) brother who was looking first at her, then at me, with a "What gives ?" look on his face. I waved to him and said "Hola". LLD continued walking without looking up. She shoulda' been in the military (Eyes FRONT !).

Walked around a while, went to club LapDance, and talked to LLD's little brother. Seems he was back in town for a while for the income (as a mesero - seasonally he works in forestry in his home state). When things pick up at home he will go back for a while.

I kidded him about; now he knows a little more about what goes on in the club. It was just a few months back, when he was newly a mesero, that he had eyes as big as saucers when his sister bared her tits on stage. I thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown when I sucked his cousin's tits at the stage, and she grabbed me by the balls and started rubbing. (Eyes glazed over, you know.)

Anyway, La Vaca was there (she's not a family member). We did a lapdance and she fed me my usual liquid lunch - damn near drowned me - all over my shirt, too.
She wanted to do a second lapdance, but I declined (out of milk).

LLD's sister wheedled me out of a double-dip ice cream, and then we did a lapdance, too. (It was her turn, the cousins will just have to wait.) I couldn't even muster a hard-on for her. It was then time for another errand.

One of my personal projects includes a bilingual education segment. I went to a (female) friend's house and set up the DVD player, instructed the baby sitter & the 5 year-old daughter in how to select languages (English/Spanish/French). (The friend was at work - exotic dancer). The idea is, kids like to watch the same movie umpteen times, so why not let them watch it in Spanish one time, English the next, etc.

As my friend is already paying to send her daughter to bilingual pre-school, she's hot on the idea. As she is not a "girlfriend" (She constantly reminds me of this, just in case I forget...), but romance gone sour could screw up the project. Anyway, this blew 3 hours of my weekend (She lives in the sticks).

Returned to centro, went to club LapDance and had a drink (¡ Nada mas que agua mineral !), shot the shit with the family (of LLD, but not with her).

Went back to El Fracaso, ran into Sarah-#1. Said "Hi" but passed her by (see previous posts). I saw Mayra. I was just in town for the dancing this weekend, as I've been lacking a hard-on lately. I thought I was suffering from impotence or something, but W. C. Fields was right, you're only as old as the woman you feel ! I danced two or three with her (nibbling her ear, grabbing her hard and pushing her [admitedly small] tits up against me) and had a world-class hard-on in nothing flat.

Well, I whispered sweet nothings in her ear ("30 minutes in hotel, 20 dollars, OK?"). (We had done this before, last week.) We left the dance floor. We passed Sarah-#1 and "R" who both gave me a funny look. We went and in the room, she queried "¿ Fuiste con otras ?" ("Have you gone with others ?"). I could not tell a lie ! I answered "Today, NO. In my life, YES."

I will warn you that this question is now in my book to indicate something's about to happen. I will spare you the details, but this girl is hot ! (I still feel like a 20 year-old stud, rather than a man in his late 50's that is morbidly obese. It will probably wear off before next weekend) When we finally got to the point of insertion she asked "¿ Me amas ?" ("Do you love me ?" - using the more serious verb "Amar". What can you answer at time like that ?) I said "Te amo." ("I love you.") and told her that I had thought of her all week. (well, off & on...)

When I asked her, she claimed she came twice - who knows. Either she liked it or she's a world-class actress (But she didn't call me "Papacito"). We continued for an entire hour, then she shot up like a jack-in-the-box and started dressing. I tipped her with six two-dollar bills. I offered her more money for more time. Hell, at that point, I would have paid 40 bucks for an hour of just cuddling. She declined.

We went back to the bar and danced a few. I held her close and rubbed up against her. I slipped my hands inside the waistband of her skirt and played with her cheeks. (The bar wasn't crowded and this was a lot more visible that it would have been at another hour). Then I guided her hand to my balls and she rubbed me a bit.

Then, all of a sudden one of her girlfriends motioned to her, and she wanted to quit. We went over to the friend who bawled her out (or maybe teased her - I couldn't tell) for giving me a mamada in public). I looked at her quizzically, and she grabbed me by the balls in explanation.

(WOW, a free spanish lesson. I always thought that a "mamada" was a blow job. But, context dependent, I guess it can mean local massage, too.)

After that, Maira totally ignored me and shortly thereafter went to the hotel with another client. (I guess it wasn't true love after all.) I looked around, saw nobody I knew (from the list of women that I KNOW I want to dance with), and left. (I'm too cheap to drop a buck dancing with just any ole girl.)

It was about 9 PM so I went down to the NW corner of Constitución & the "alley" (Callejon Coahuila). There I treated two starving (because I was an hour late) street girls (two "Lauras", "Viki" had gone home already) to ham tortas and juice (as it is my frequent custom to dine with them).

Twisted Pauncho charity, I guess. They probably make more than I do, but they are always wailing "No hay trabajo". I did one of the "Lauras" (the one previously known as "Fernanda") about a year ago, and I'm considering doing "Viki" - someday.

After Dinner, I returned to Club LapDance and had another drink, looked for Melisa and/or Berenice, and couldn't find them. I left and returned to El Fracaso.

Got in a conversation with the security guard. Started asking him questions about my historical favorita who disappeared in February. I gave him about ten bucks, wrote down her working name and her true name and told him to let me know when he sees her. With this guy two bucks goes a long ways, ten bucks probably further. (He's also a pretty nice guy.)

He also warned me that Sarah-#1 is VERY jealous (economic jealousy). As I no longer spend time with her, I guess she's gonna' be pissed a lot. Anyway, I saw (& ignored) Sarah-#1, walked around the bar. Sarah-#2 (while dancing with someone) smiled and waved "Hi", and motioned "just a minute". "R" (the one so beautiful that is was two weeks before I got a look at her body - stunning face !) was busy too. And I couldn't find Leti. So I got a drink. And waited maybe 15 minutes.

Sarah-#2 kept giving me the "just a minute" sign. Finally "R" left the floor and I asked her if she wanted to dance. She said that she anted to comb her hair (powder her nose ?) and would be back. A few minutes later, she reappeared, and we approached the dance floor with my standard disclaimer "I got two left feet and I'm only here to dance and may be wasting your time" (Officially, she doesn't go to the room, although I've seen her leave with a client).

We danced and talked and I enjoyed the slow burn of heat that a mature woman can give you. (She's 40.) Come to find out, she was born and raised about 20 miles from "LLD" in a rural area. A little close for comfort. I guess Tijuana is a smaller town than I thought. We danced 39 songs/dollars worth (until about 2 AM - her "go home" time). I paid her, told her I'd see her next week, hugged her and went to my hotel to sleep.

Somewhere in this story - I'm not sure where - I went to the hotel with Elisa (near Hotel Diamonte - See SG reviews) for 15 minutes. We mostly talked.

The next morning I returned to scenic Santee (in San Diego County) and resumed my other life. Two of my scheduled errands remained undone.

Pauncho

"WOW, a free spanish lesson. I always thought that a "mamada" was a blow job. But, context dependent, I guess it can mean local massage, too."

I think you may have flunked the lesson. I'm almost certain they were saying 'agasajada' which you heard as mamada. Still a great trip report!

Reytj

Sr. P.,

PL = Pathetic Loser

It's a term of art from the strip club scene meaning devotees of the ladies.

Dem Gnomes

De Gnomes,

OOh, that hurts (I can not give plausible denial..)

But I have a little fun from time to time.

"W. C. Fields was right, you're only as old as the woman you feel !" LOL now that's a funny quote - thanks for the laugh!

Is it me, or is someone editing my posts?

Dem Gnomes

SenorPauncho:

What can I say?...You're the King of Articulo 123...

You are working El Fracaso like no other Monger-- err, Hombre-- I have ever known...

And the Hotel Imperial has got to be one of those places where its, like, not a question of "when" you'll wake up, but "if" you'll wake up...

Great stuff, as usual...

YoungBrig

I played hooky Thursday (Oct 10) (I was supposed to work on my year CY 2001 taxes, but...) and went to Tijuana.

I was working on my charity errand (building an emergency structure [10' x 10' room] for a pregnant indian woman who is sleeping outside under a tarp - I hope to finish Saturday morning.

I had a car problem (loose belt). When I stopped my car and opened the hood, out of nowhere appeared a guy with a back-pack & tools, adjusted the belt and was happy to receive five bucks for his trouble. Of Course I got grease on my hands.

I returned to centro. Not having taken a hotel room, and having worked in the dirt, I was dirty, greasy, and smelly.

About 2:30 PM I went to club LapDance to watch 'em flop (In my youth we sometimes referred to breasts as "Floppers").

Melisa, the guera from Uruguay, showed up in civilian attire. Turns out she's pregnant and is a mesera now, no more dancing !

I offered her a choice from my selection of "I bought 'em at the 99 Cent store" Tangas (thong underware).

She made her selection, thanked me with muchos besos (many on the mouth !) saying "Do I owe you ONE kiss for each one, or TWO, or THREE...?" I could see where this was going, so (dumb-ass gentlemen that I am) I said "ZERO !", "Just one big hug" - which I then collected.

Well, I left and went to Bar El Fracaso and spotted Maira. We danced a few and she repeatedly said something about "Cachetes" and "Besos". I finally decided she was trying to tell me she wanted to blow me or something.

Duhhhh! "Cachetes" are cheeks and she was commenting about the several big smooches of lipstick on my face.

I told her that I sold underware and one customer was real thankful. (Neither she nor I believed this.) But I told her that she was special (she IS the only woman that I've told "Te Amo" - using the more serious verb Amar ["to love"], because she wouldn't let me put it in one day until I said it.)

Anyway, "you're special, and you don't have to pay" (for the tangas) - hey, maybe she take an idea and stop charging me. She took 3 or 4 pair and wanted me to give one to her "Morena" friend.
This took the form of me stuffing it down her bra - we had just met a minute before, but I am starting to specialize in outrageous behavior in this bar.

I took her morena friend for an african-american from the states, but she is a mexican. Big boobs, I'll say.

I looked over in the corner and Sarah-#1 was glaring at me.

Anyway, between the lipstick and the underware - clearly visible because the bar had few customers - the other girls were a hootin' & a hollerin' a bit. Maira was clearly embarassed.

She wanted to go to the room (I was broke) and I told her I'd return saturday, wanting a blow job. She said sure, if I would eat her, too. I'm gonna' take a vibrator.

When she heard that I had brought my truck, she asked me to take her and her three kids to the beach Sunday. I declined due to prior commitments (a 5-year-old's birthday), so we're going to the movies the following Sunday - if it comes off...

She did ask me a lot of questions about my ex-wife, like "Was it a civil or a religious marraige ?", etc.

All in all, not a bad day (although absent sex).

Pauncho

You keep on truckin', Pauncho. I'm rootin' for ya'!

Sr P. pokes an new puta (with a toothbrush ???)

Goodness, am I confused, or what ?

I arrived in Tijuana about 11:00 AM and checked in at my hotel, showered and went over to Bar El Fracaso to find Maira. She hadn't showed up, so I wrapped the birthday present intended for my 5-year-old friend's party on Sunday evening.

Just as I finished, there was a knock. It was Maira (probably the best piece of ass I've had in 5 years) with "that" look on her face. She came in, I paid her 40 (for 1 hour), and she started to jump out of her clothes.

(All of this was in Spanish..) I said "Wait a minute, Let's talk some". It was definitely a case of "right now". Then it was:
x "I want a blow job."
x "I don't do that."
x "Then NO DATY."
x "OK, I'll do that."
then:
x "It's a funny color"
x "It's a white man's cock,
x That's its normal color."
x "Here, let me show you my health card."

Thereupon, I extracted my written results from the San Diego County Health Department ($15.00 for the test, $5.00 for written, mailed results, only at the Rosecrans location) and she relented. She was at least average, but I soon got thinking about how to improve the situation. Can you imagine a puta that doesn't know what 69 is ? Anyway we did that for a while, and finally went to just DATY.

(As an aside, about 6 months ago in a 99 cent store, I saw an electric toothbrush. I thought it couldn't be much for 99 cents, but I bought one. It wasn't worth a damn for a toothbrush, it just sat there and vibrated a little - Hmmm, vibrates! I wacked off the end, filed it down smooth and kept it around, remembering that about a year and a half ago the SG Marta [Rosa Maria's protoge] had asked for a vibrator.)

Anyway I brought it out and Maira wanted to alternate; tongue, vibrator, tongue, vibrator, etc. She referred to it as "la machina". She spent some time riding my face, then cowgirl. She damn near ripped out my root for about 15 minutes. Finally I finished in missionary.

All this took about 2 hours. She whined for another 100 pesos so I gave it to her. We went back to Bar El Fracaso and danced a little. I ended up buying her and her Veracruzana friend a couple of "full-sized" beers each. (I paid them their "commissions" directly.) This ended up costing me another 20 bucks that I didn't really want to spend. She and I agreed to meet the next day to discuss our planned "date with the kids" (movies) for the following weekend.

This is one slight problem - after 9 months of not seeing hide nor hair of her, my historical favorita who disappeared in February (I had fucked her for 2 hours a day, Saturday AND Sunday) for two years) showed up, looking for me. I just said "HI, How are you ?" and left.

The next day I ran into my historical favorita again, who asked me to go to the room with her. I refused. She accused me of being mean and hard for refusing.

We just stared at each other. She reminded me that I had promised to wait for her (but she was supposed to be gone only two weeks).

We ended up in the room for a 20 dollar "short time" (which stretched to about 3 hours, mostly arguing, talking, negotiating, etc. Well, as it ended up, some of the original feelings returned, and I ended up agreeing to:

(Yes, I think the operative phrase is DUMB FUCK !)

She won't work any more and she will only fuck me.
(She is sensitive to cold and cigarette smoke and is in her early 40's,
and nearing the end of her "career effectiveness").

I'll only fuck her (and I'll stay out of that bar ?)

We'll do "normal life" type stuff, like movies and lunch
(which she previously refused), spending all of Saturday & Sunday
together, from 10-12 in the morning to 6 or 7 at night

I'll provide financial support in the grand amount of
ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS PER WEEK, more when I can (want to).
As I used to pay her 80 bucks for two hours, I find this very interesting.

As I was broke, she waited while I went to the ATM and got her money.

This sounds like total crap, except that in January, she had gone from "totally professional" ("your two hours are up in about 5 minutes" and sometimes chewing gum during those soft moans) to giving me an extra hour or two, quiet shouts of "Oh, papacito", and (obstensively) enjoying a few things that she never used to let me do.

I do wonder what happened to Maira - she knew what room I was in. Did she come to the door and hear our activities. Is she going to kill me ?

Anyway, we left, went our own ways, and I went to the 5-year-old's birthday party. Curiously my "Historical Favorita" wanted to come with me. I demurred because I wasn't sure who would be there. But I told her to put a hickey (Instant Spanish lesson; hickey = "chupaton") on my neck so the girls would know I was taken. She did. (You may remember about the lipstick, above, and know what's coming next)

I showed up on time for the party, nobody showed up for about an hour, and the party started 30 minutes later. I was greeted warmly (jumped into my arms and a big kiss) by the birthday girl and a big hug from her 3-year-old brother.

x Enter Lady LapDance ("LLD")

Well, I was kinda' bored, but then heard familiar voices - the 5-year-old's mom's cousins (and their kids) began to arrive. Of course, that meant "LLD" and her brothers & sisters. In fact, it seems that a few more of them came to town. Her younger (19) brother mentioned earlier, had a new wife in tow as well.

"LLD's" 3 year-old daughter ("L" whom I really miss) ran towards me shouting "Pauncho, Pauncho". Of course, I picked her up and hugged her. "L's" 8 year-old girl cousin gave me about the same treatment, asking how come I hadn't been up to the house recently. I replied "It's a long story", rather than my standard "I do NOT go to the house of "LLD".

I don't miss "LLD". But I am angry that she didn't want to stay friends because I miss the kid - terribly. The truth is that the kid & I had more quality time together than "LLD" & I did. And she was a lot more fun.

"LLD" actually said "Hi, How are you" (as did I) and we shook hands (but no kis on the cheek, but we avoided each other, as we always do. Her daughter asked me for more books and a ball. If I knew of a way to give them to her without pissing off "LLD", I would do it, even though she already has enough books to open her own library.

Two of "LLD's" brothers and a waiter from Club LapDance razzed me about my hickey, and I told them "I fell down in the street". (This is "Yo Caye' in la calle" [a small play on words] in Spanish and is a little bit funny.) I included the story about the lipstick from Melisa's kisses because they work with her and know her.

The party was rather boring for me because my Spanish is nowhere near up to snuff. I ended up in Centro at about 8:30 pm Sunday night

Although the night was young, that's almost my bedtime, but hells bells, you gotta' live. So I went to Bar El Fracaso and danced 20 songs with Sarah-#1. She was as nice as could be. I guess that she misses the income. We used to spend a lot of time in the room. As always, I could get lost in her hair, it's always clean and smells so good.

Afterwards, I returned to my room and slept, leaving Tijuana the next (Monday) morning about 10 AM.

My historical favorita - Well, she's got me roped in real tight. I've promised not to fuck anyone else, but already she's working again.

All I get out of this was the 10 hours we spent together - and she wanted to spend all of it in the room !

She declined to go to the movies with me, but wants to go to "Club LapDance" and meet all of my friends. (and we will do this after I brief her on the "Lady LapDance" story, so she won't get any surprises)

I told some of the girls at the club, and they are wringing their hands in glee. This may get REALLY interesting. But I am secure in the knowledge that Tijuana does NOT lack beautiful women (in case I need a replacement in a hurry).

Of course I am no longer allowed to suck tits anywhere... so sad.

And this costs me (judging by this weekend) 100 bucks for 10 hours. That's more than minimum wage ! Damn ! Como me duelle el codo ! Of course she made me kinda' promise to marry her, if I pass probation.

Senor Pauncho, based on your experiences at El Fracaso, I'm going to give the place a try this weekend. I usually dance at Miami or Las Chavelas, but your account of this place has piqued my interest. What do they charge for a beer here? Do they have any 2x1 promotional specials?

I don't drink beer, but ficha beers are 35 pesos, I think. Yours would be cheaper.

The girls would rather dance than drink, because they earn money faster. Those that go to the hotel would rather "provide" than dance, same reason.

Spanish only. I actually saw one other North American (Courtesy phrase for "gringo") there last Saturday.

A good screening question is "What is your goal in coming to Tijuana ?". If the answer is "To buy a lot, build a house with a store in the front..." then she is a provider.

Those that "just dance" don't make enough money to buy a house back home.

Try Sarah-#1(long black hair, slightly oriental appearance, works til midnight) or Erika (slightly long dark hair, starts at 11 AM, spends most of her time in the hotel).

You are - of course - expected to pay the girls one dollar per dance. No bar fine that I am aware of. Many nights I don't drink a thing.

In the evenings, tip the door guard (Jose Angel) a buck and tell him you are a friend of Pauncho's. He'll keep you posted and make some recommendations. Tip him two bucks and he'll tell you ANYTHING.

Plaid shirts play well here. Ditto boots.
Don't tell the girls that you know me.
I've never encountered anti-gringo sentiment here, but somehow I've always expected it.

Let me know how it goes.

Pauncho

Pauncho, thanks for the tips. I speak fluent Spanish and usually blend right in. I like going to TJ for the whole experience and this place seems to fit the bill. I plan to be there this Friday.

Senor P you can use the proper terminoligy

"I actually saw one other North American (Courtesy phrase for "gringo") there last Saturday"

Just say Whitey ! - lol

I have never been on this bar but if i see a whitey in there i will yell Hey whitey , let me know if its you -lol


good luck
Milky

SPPANP Trip Report - Friday, October 25 through Sunday, October 27, 2002

Well, my "New-Old" historical favorita and I were supposed to meet Saturday at noon. I went to Tijuana right after work, got there about 5 pm, checked into my hotel (They had misplaced my reservation and had one shitty room available - I took it), and sorted my "Gift bags".

I had brought so much stuff that I left half in my car and crossed back to make another trip about 7 PM. The first, smaller load had more stuff of "value". I visited "Club LapDance" (see "Off Topic/Relationships/Is my stripper "Girlfriend" a Whore ?") and distributed numerous "youth and adult" sized sweaters to "Beautiful", "Sexy", (LLD's cousins), and "Sis". The previous week I had given "sexy" about a dozen "assorted child sizes"

Sis was steaming because she got last choice. I swear that if I were to give her cousins the clap, sis would want some too (and complain about not getting it first !).

I also provided a Spanish/English DVD to one of the cousins for our language project (her kids). I gave both sexy & sis another "cuento infantil" (kid's bedtime story) audio CD.

Went to the zone and looked up Susana de Tlaxcala.

Description corrections: Black hair about 3-4 inches below the shoulder. Now admits to having one son.

This time was more or less of a repeat of last time - Tit sucking, a little kissing, CBJ and 3 positions. Perhaps a little more mechanical, and it seemed that her eye was on the clock - although it could have been the porn on TV.

Gave her a kiddie story CD that had been destined for someone else. She gave me her cellular # without my asking - for positive ID it ends in "....468"

Went to Bar El Fracaso to distribute more stuff. Mayra wasn't there. I ended up dancing with Leti (with the announced intention of NOT going to my room at the hotel). She just smiled and - what do you know ? - something came up. We ended up going to the hotel. 20 dollars for 30 minutes.

We enjoyed ourselves - it was a lot longer than my standard 30 minutes. It sure is nice not having a knock. She was about to leave when I said those magic words - "Would you like to try this on ?"

I whipped out a couple of items from my selection of fine clothing. (I had gone way out on a limb and visited the TWO DOLLAR store (next to harbor freight in El Cajon). This foolish act on my part has doubled my expenditures. This place has mostly crap and seconds, but I managed to pick about 15 items that were greedily snapped up by the various fair maidens I patronize.

If I had any taste at all, I could have probably done better. I was also foolish enough to tell them how little it cost. This did not deter them one second. They kinda' smile at me funny-like (What a fuckin' idiot ?), but they keep grabbing those clothes.

I have now started telling the new ones that I sell clothes, but that because "you're special"/"I'm a slave to your sexuality"/other bullshit, they don't have to pay a dime.
(" Besides, it looks so beautiful on you....")

We finally went back to the bar. I left and went to eat. Returned to find a really short girl touting "Real good sucky-fucky 20 dollars..." and, well you probably know music to my ears when you hear it. But she was a waste of time and money.

Saturday I went to breakfast at El Norteño cafe near the southwest end of Plaza Santa Celia and had a quite large bowl of vegetable soup. WOW ! Hung around and waited for my long term favorita.

She is most unusual for Mexico. She's always right on the dot, time wise. We passed our six hours in the room, again mostly talking.

Her bedtime litany has expanded beyond "Papi", "Papicito" and "Que rico !" to include "Todo, todo es tuyo" (and she wasn't chewing gum this time, either). I am beginning to believe that she's not faking. She even had an involuntary jerk or two. But remember, these women are EXPERTS in dealing with men. And in their presence, most of us rate as mere boys. She left and returned Sunday for 2 & 1/2 hours more.

Despite all of this, I am truly fond of this woman. She has such good control of me that:

She has extracted a "I won't do others" promise from me.

When she's not with me, she has started working again (SG & ficha dancer)

I am no longer sucking every tit that presents itself.

I am no longer doing LapDances.

I gave her an extra 20 bucks.

I'm such a big woose when it comes to dealing with these girls. I figured it out and it costs me 16 dollars/hour to be with her. But I enjoy her presence, it's kinda' like a drug. Nothing matters but her - until she's gone.

Saturday night, I managed to be out and missed a fight between 2 women at Bar El Fracaso. Damn the luck !

Sunday, I went back to San Diego about 2 PM.

All in all, a decent trip.

Pauncho

Came back to Tijuana Saturday. My favorita was a whole 10 minutes late (this is rare).

We spent our usual 6 hours together (including dinner at El Norteno Restaurant - killer vegetable soup).

I felt like shit, so we both lazed around. When 6 o' clock rolled around, I walked her to her bus.

I went to Club LapDance, fought off the girls (who can't quite get over the fact that now I won't go in the back for a lapdance nor will I suck tits at the dancing stage.

I compensated by putting a dollar in their tangas and kissing their navels. I also dropped a bunch of stuff for Sexy's and Sis' kids.

Went to Bar El Fracaso and danced with "R". I rubbed her back - try it this way;

Jump up & down like the hicks from the toolies. This causes you parners tits to rub up & down on you.

Turn your body from side to side, this causes her breasts to alternately punch into your ribs.

Rub her back - not in slow rubs like I like, but in short pushes (mexican style) that cause her breasts to push against you.

Of course there is more to life than breasts. I alternated these activities with (using stroking motions) putting her hair back behind her ear and stroking her neck behind the ear.

Then she started rubbing my back (aiii..). We damn near fell asleep in each other's arms while dancing.

If my favorita ever leaves me, "R" looks pretty good, too.

Big news! "LLD" is about to get shacked up. As I DO NOT go to her house (and thereby can't visit her sister ("Sis"), her neice, nor her daughter - this has inconvenienced me. But when she moves, I'll be over there (possibly with my favorita in tow) playing "tosar la pelota" with the 1-year-old (LLD's neice), as "Sis" has invited me many times.

LLD's brother (who lives next door) has invited me to the birthday party of his youngest Thursday afternoon. After determining that the party would actually be at his house and not at LLD's, I accepted.

As I try not to lie to my favorita (my lousy memory is no help in lying), I finally got around to telling her the "LLD story" in pretty much full detail, and invited her to accompany me (she declined).

I guess that means she is ready to go to Club LapDance now. She wants to se it, and I didn't want her to go until she had heard the full story, as I don't want any suprises.

This girls at the club asked me how they should behave and I said "Normally, but don't grab me by the balls, please". I think a couple of them are really rooting for me.

This may turn out to be quite an adventure (o un gran fracaso). But, Tijuana does not lack beatiful women, should I have the misfortune to find myself alone once again.

Also I visited the alley and talked to Susana (de Hong Kong Dragon). If I fall off the wagon, she will be the first!

I posted under Bars-Zona Norte-El Fracaso the story WHAT DOES THIS GIRL WANT (as part of a larger posting). It probably belongs here.

SEÑOR PAUNCHO POKES A NEW PUTA - UPDATE

I have previously shared that an old LTF ("Long-Time Favorite") had come back to town in October, 2002

We have been exploring her sexuality ever since.

Background; In the past, I used to spend two hours with her on Saturday and on Sunday (in a street girl hotel), paying 80 dollars for each 2-hour session. Foolish me, I was in love with her.

It was quite a disappointment, one day, to realize that her soft moans were faked. What happened is that one day I caught her just before lunch and she was in a hurry, and didn't bother to take out her gum.

At some point, when she wouldn't go out with me, I quit seeing her for about 18 months. In January, I encountered her in Bar El Fracaso and we hooked up again - everything seemed different. She even gave me a couple of extra hours free and seemed to start really enjoying sex.

In mid-February she said she was going south for a couple of weeks, extracted a "I'll wait for you" promise from me, disappeared, and never came back until mid-October.

Current situation; We spend 8 hours (10AM to 6PM) together on Saturday, & 10 am to noon (or 1pm) on Sundays, 90 % of this time in bed (1/3 to 1/2 sleeping intertwined, some talking, lots of sex). I help her to the tune of 100 bucks a week (minimum, usually more like 150).

She knows I'd like to shack up with her but she defers me. The bullshit story she tells me is that she has three daughters - 10, 18, & 20. And that she has an agreement with the oldest that neither she ("LTF") nor her daughter will have boyfriends until her daughter finishes college (July '03).

This is the reason that I can't yet meet her family. Of course this sounds fishy as hell

BOUGHT HER A WATCH - OOPS !
After being amazed at how punctual she is, I bought her a watch. Now she's always 10-20 minutes late. I should have left well enough alone.

WORDS OF LOVE;
In the time we've been together, I graduated from hearing faked heavy breathing (the first two years) to "Papi", "Papacito", "Todo, todo is tuyo", & "Estrellas" ("Daddy", "Little Daddy", "All, all is yours", & "{I see) Stars")

IF IT'S GOT HAIR ON IT , ......
We've been steadily growing closer sexually (experimentation). I operate in the mode "Tune for maximum volume". After a good bit of DATY, I was kissing her arms and breasts, and she started getting louder as I approached her armpits.

Yeah, you guessed it - an erogenous zone. I had not previously been into armpits, but I liked the sound of her moans. (Thankfully she does not wear deodorant [tastes like hell], she had just bathed, and had shaved in the recent past, so there wasn't much hair). So I started licking and sucking her armpits and she went absolutely crazy. This earned me an utterance of "Eres El Rey" ("You're the king").

Did I feel good or what ?

It's not that this girl is so good in bed, although we are growing in this regard. It's just that "There is something about her" (we are talking ambiance here).

When we parted, she said "Behave yourself." (meaning don't screw others). I replied "I won't do anything that you don't do" (as a bar fichera/hooker). She paused at this, and I added "with what ?" as she had totally depleted me.

Of course the intellectual side of me tells me that these girls will tell you anything you want to hear, so, .....

I WANT TO BE A PRIVATE EYE, ......
After we parted Sunday, and she went to work, I approached my favorite cab driver (José) and we went looking for her house. We would never have found it but for the fact that we ran into José's cab driver friend who knew the neighborhood. Turns out that his house is for sale and,.... that he lives next door to "LTF". (I determined by his address, I didn't say anything)

I immediately got interested in buying a house in his neighborhood, and asked him about his neighbors, telling him I was interested in a place where people knew each other, and families (complete with dads) lived in harmony. He told me about the couple next door - A dad (who worked in a fabrica), a mom, & 3 daughters (2 of which are married & gone). The ages were about right for the daughters and the mom.

Gosh, as I am in love (or something), I was disappointed to hear this.
I really had thought that there was some possibility of a real relationship here

I guess these girls will tell you anything you want to hear.

They say that "You can't make a whore into a housewife", but I don't have to - she already is one.

They also say "A whore will always be a whore", and they are right.

I note that:
I'm getting more value in services than I pay for.
I'm in love with this girl.
She has most of the power in this relationship.

There is a part of me that wants to tell her to kiss my ass, but then....
If she doesn't find out that I was snooping around, can I find some way to turn this to my advantage ? Can I scam her like she has scammed me ? & do I want to ?

The truth is, I wish things were different - but they aren't. And I don't know what to do. I probably need to dump her for my sanity.

Later on I went to the zone and tried to convince Laura-#2 to go to the hotel for 10 bucks - but she wouldn't go. I guess I'll try another.

But there is one thing I know for sure - Mexico has no lack of beautiful women !

On the way back to the states (via Mexicoach) I encountered a tall willowy blond with an infant girl and a 9-year old girl. We chatted (in Spanish). Seems like she's going through a divorce and seemed very willing to talk. A missed opportunity - I just didn't have the heart for it.

Pauncho

Dude, have fun but why put your heart into it if she doesn't respond with equal enthusiasm? Reading too much into a 'relationship' with a working chica is a sure way to fuck it up so you can't even enjoy the time you spend together. Why tell her to 'kiss your ass' if, as you say, you're getting excellent value for your money? ENJOY THE GODDAMNED RIDE!!! And consider yourself lucky that you're apparently in the front of the line.

Pauncho:

You need to go to Rio and get your head straightened out, dude.

Rule #0 (even more important than #1): Never fall in love with a WHORE.

Rule #1: 3 time rule - never do more than 3 sessions with one bitch, too much risk of fucking up your big head (let the little head do all the fucking).

Glad you got some good times from LTF, but if your getting this obsessed, RUN!!! for your own sanity. Rio, Cuba, DR, Phillipines, Thailand, whatever, go grab some strange ass for a change, it'll help you put everything in perspective - it's all pussy. Fuck it! ;-)

BS

Badseed, you do realize how retarded your '3 times' mantra is beginning to sound, don't you?

The misogyny is rather grating as well. Therapy might help. So might a lobotomy.

Misogynist? Me? and this from a fellow monger!

One of us is definitely in the wrong forum. May I suggest www.IwearPanties.com?

Oh, and please get your facts straight - the "3 times rule" was invented by Moondog and heartily endorsed by most every monger on this board. (Of course, rules are meant to be broken). And I've already had my lobotomy, thank you very much. After all it only takes half a brain to deal with the likes of you.



BS

I suppose you also speak for everyone on the board with your 'bitch' and 'whore' references. Maybe my half-brained ignorance prevents me from seeing their useful presence in posts.

Porker, the 3 * Rule is Moondog's. Badseed stole it from him.

Good for Moondog. Does he repeat it on the board 3 times daily too? Give it a rest.

After intensive therapy, as recommended by Porker, I've come to realize the error of my ways and feel I must apologize to Pancho and the other esteemed ClubHombre members for the gratutious vulgarities in my previous post. I hereby retract that post and submit the following:

Friend Pauncho:

May I suggest that you change the venue of your soliciation of paid sexual services to Rio de Janeiro? A change may do you good and refresh your spirit. If I may be so bold, might I also suggest that you refrain from romantic dalliances with sex-industry workers? I do not speak for all on the ClubHombre Forum, but many have suggested that more than three sexual encounters with the same sex-industry worker may be hazardous for your mental health. I am happy to read that you have had many good experiences with your honesty-challenged Mexican ladyfriend, but this may be a good time to take a vacation from her. Rio, Cuba, DR, Phillipines, Thailand are all good destinations for encountering new, hithertofore unfamiliar gluteal material. A fresh perspective on life may be gained: "All vaginas are created equal." If I may be so bold as to use a colloquialism - Pork 'Er!

Respectfully,

Badseed


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I hope this meets with everyone's approval. Of course, I am cognizant that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. In my defense, I can only offer that after the lobotomy suggested by Porker, I am merely a half-wit.

As for my original post, it was meant to jolt Pauncho out of the headtrip he's on. If our friend Porker would please unbunch his panties from his gluteus maximus, he may be able to yank his head out of his anal orifice (along with any assorted rubber novelty items, battery-operated appliances, and/or small furry animals) for long enough to realize that ClubHombre is for and about dicussing sex travel and prostitution, it's not a lady's tea party. As such, ClubHombre members often use language that may be offensive to others in polite society. Colorful expressions such as "Fuck you", "¡Maricón!", "¡Mama-Bicho!", and "¡Hijo de puta!" should be taken in the spirit of ribald banter, akin to men's locker room conversation (that's locker-room, not bath-house, friend Porker). In fact, the title of this discussion, as written by Pauncho, includes the word "Puta." The word certainly does not mean "lady," although Porker may have been understandably confused by the possible similarity to close female relatives of his.

Lastly, I must say that I am perplexed at Porker's vehement antagonism to the "3x rule" (borrowed, not stolen, from Moondog). I myself have not mentioned it more than 3 times on this board, but it has in fact been the subject of conversation in over 40 separate forum threads by various members of this esteemed community. Might I suggest that Porker's abhorrence of the rule may be a result of he himself being rejected by clients in La Zona Norte after three sexual encounters? Seen in this light, his repugnance is quite understandable. I know a good therapist that I can recommend...

BS

Ding! Ding! Ding!

This round goes to Badseed.

A full page reply. I'm flattered. I'd sit here and respond line by line but I'm off to fuck me some bitches.

And Mr. Bill, please refer to my response re: your Tarantino analysis.

www.Iwearpanties.com
Shit i thought i was the only member from here on that site

My rule is don't cum inside a chica more than 3 times

Senor P I enjoy your posts keep them up !!

Milky

Sorry, porker, I just call 'em like I see 'em. Badseed ripped you quite a gaping, new asshole - I'd call it 'comeback of the year' material, but I quit my day job, so I can't really say that.

PS - I'm glad you're so easily entertained by Tarantino. Ignorance is bliss, so they say.

Happpy New Year!

MrBill

Okay, I'm a lover, not a fighter - so I'm going to keep my nose away from where it doesn't belong. I just thought Badseed's comeback was quite impressive.

MrBillO^™--- ~ Piece on Earth... ~

Downgrading working girls as "bitches" is like collecting beautiful valuable postage stamps from all over the world and then making spit wads out of them. I cannot stand fucking stamp collecting. But I love women.

SrPauncho keep posting! I have read some of your entries. Badseed, you are a clever, funny hombre. But you have regularly been using using other members' posts for gunnery practice since joining up here.

The three time rule is bogus. I enjoy having a favorita (or twelve) that I can repeat with and socialize with on a regular basis.

The more I play the adult travel game, the more I realize that there are plenty of ways to play the game. The more time I spend at this site, the more I appreciate the seemingly tangential discussions that go beyond just boning women.

Bull Winkle,

Even Moondog, who originally posted the 3 times rule, has broken it on occasion....The underlying principle holds true, though: It is easy to forget that while chicas are human, they are also working girls....the more time you spend with a girl, the more likely you are to fall in love....and, consequently, to forget that you are both "playing the game."

Lemesee here, responding to every one:

Porker: I read somewhere or other that Internet flame wars usually end when someone brings up nazism, ridiculously comparing their petty anger to Hitler, etc. So let's end it here, I'm a nazi, so there. Enjoy fucking the byatches. BTW, over here in gritty Philly, "bitch" and "ho" are pretty much terms of endearment, so at least part of our original misunderstanding might have been an East Coast-West Coast thing. Anyway, don't take me too seriously, nobody else does...

Mr. Bill: nice Tarantino reference. I obviously had too much time on my hands yesterday when the literary bug hit me. As penance, I will now do one week of single sentence posts. [naaaaaaaaah]

Bullwinkle: Gunnery practice? So far I joined in on the chorus of disbelief at your TJ trip reports, and had this little shouting match with Porker (hopefully over with). I usually remember my flaming, since I do it so rarely - and only with big, obvious targets.

As for the three-times rule, "respect" to women, and Sr. Pauncho's predicament, we're all somewhat insane. If we "respected" women in the traditional sense, we wouldn't be on this board, and we wouldn't be paying women for sex. Within the context of "the game", I've always been a great believer that you should treat the girls as you would treat a girlfriend or lover, and have been pretty vocal in espousing and defending that view. However, you can never lose sight of the cold, hard facts of what you are doing - paying money in exchange for sex.

In the end, is it physical sex that we're really after? Masturbation is way cheaper, safer, and easier... No, it's the fantasy, it's the companionship. it's the hunt - we each are playing our own mind game. On the other hand for the women, it's very simple, it's not us they're after, it's the money. Sure it's more enjoyable for all when the experience is as pleasurable for them as for us, but it's still all about the money. The exceptions are so infinitesimally rare that they can be discounted. Ultimately, there's always a line between fantasy and reality that must be respected.

Sr. Pauncho asked for our opinion/advice, and I gave mine - he' stepped WAAAAY over the fantasy line. A married prostitute (with kids) is almost a contradiction in terms.... if nothing else, she lives such a pack of lies just to survive that lying to Pauncho is probably as natural as breathing. And I'm not judging her, I'm just telling it how I see it. Pauncho needs to wake up. I'm not there to shake him and give him a stiff drink, so I cybernetically shout: She's a WHORE! RUN! There's plenty of other women ("bitches") happy to be with you! Will it do any good? Probably not. Not knowing him, not being there physically, it's all I can do. I understand wanting to be protective and caring towards the chicas, but watching out for another poor lost bastard just like me (i.e another Hombre) is more important to me.

And of course, all rules are silly, all rules are made to be broken. But somewhere there's a point of no return in our relationships with any woman, including prostitutes. 3X? 10X? Who knows? Anyway, it's probably the times we spend outside of bed with a woman that hooks us more than the times IN bed. We just have to go into these relationships with our "eyes wide open" - way easier said than done.

Hang in there, Pauncho!

OK, enough silly philosophizing and self-justification. Fuck all of you. ;-)

Merry Xmas,

BS (now taking a vow of single-sentence replies)

wise....wise...words badseed Take it from one who knows.

Badseed, Not one incorrect statement.

Merry Christmas

Obviously you guys don't know how much I enjoy my misery. Of course my pain is real, too.

This week I think I am angry because of the fantasies that go through my head (arranged from the most violent to the least). Please note that I would NEVER harm any of these girls (I'm a fuckin' wuss).

1. Knock her out with ether, tattoo her body with 27 different words for whore in Spanish. When she's almost conscious, roll her out of the back of the truck at Plaza Rio.

2. Continue seeing her, amassing a collection of pictures, video recordings, audio recordings showing her at work. Reproduce these in mass. Insure that they are widely distributed in her neighborhood, and that of her daughters and parents, and to her husbands favorite bar buddies.

(Note: Mexico is a SHAME-based culture, not a GUILT-based culture. Consult "NTF's Dictionary of Mexican Cultural Code Words" under "vergüenza" for an explanation of this cultural feature.)

3. See her for the 8 hours on Saturday ONLY, skipping Sunday, and ratchet down the payments she receives until she barely stays. In truth, I think she's getting more pleasure out of this than I. (I live to make them moan...) The sad reality is that my pecker is a reclining resource as of late. Quit trying to ensure that she doesn't know when I go to the room with other girls from her bar. Start doing so more often.

4. Tell her that I know all ( and explain), & renegotiate for more services, less money.

5. Tel her that I am leaving her for a handsome man....

6. Go to her place of work and let her see me going to the hotel with a younger, prettier, whiter girl. (I prefer morenitas like her, but like most Mexican - she thinks white is beautiful) Pay what ever it takes to make sure the girl comes back (1 & 1/2 hour later) and says " ¡Que lengua ! & he paid me 300 dollars ! " with a gleam in her eyes.

7. Just don't even bother to look her up.

Still, like I said, this girl does so well the AMBIANCE of being together. She is no way the best ass I've ever had, other than her recent RESPONSE to sex, which is rather phenomenal.

Someone said "lying to Pauncho is probably as natural as breathing." This is a truism about all speech from these professionals.

Pauncho

As a prelude to whatever I decide to do; I am still suffering from "upset stomach" from last weekend, so for the first time in a long while, this weekend I'm not going to Tijuana.

The immediate effect will be that she misses a weeekend's worth of stipend.

The last time she saw me really pissed she sure was good the next weekend.

Senor P
I enjoy that you enjoy being in misery
Sound good ?
See you soon at Club Lapdance maybe they will really love me too

besos
Milkman