The private lap dance room rate should be 40 dollars for one hour.
That's rate I was quoted. Hope that helps.
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The private lap dance room rate should be 40 dollars for one hour.
That's rate I was quoted. Hope that helps.
Hey there,
I'm new in this forum, im from Tijuana and my first language is spanish, so forgive me if my grammar is bad. lol
HK is my top bar, I know a considerable amount of girls working in the afternoon.
I recommend Karla from the Edecanes (the ones that have the bands over their chests). Shes a special girl, but when you get to know her after some ficha drinks she will do a great job, and shes beautiful. 18 years old.
Shes by far the greatest pussy i've ever tasted in HK
Thanks to the guys who answered my question.
Seems to me that an hour in the private booth would be a good deal if: (1) you're a horny bastard who just wants to grab and grope to tune up before banging the girl of your choice, or (2) you just want a quick pop via some yank on the crank. In either case the folks at the Hong Kong Club have you covered.
Bunky
Do the sasha girls need health cards? I took one up stairs and she was totaly unexperianced and seemed really nervous. She only wanted 50 for everything including anal. To bad I didn't have any lube.
Was enjoying the shaving cream show when the famous Salma stopped by with some napkins to help me clean up. Didn't recognize her at first, she looked a lot younger to me than the last time I saw her. Maybe a year ago. She was not sporting the big hair clip as in the past.
Not the best looking girl there by far, but the level of service is far beyond that of any other provider I've met in my long career at this hobby.
You get anything and everything you want with Salma, and with a smile and great attitude. Took a trip around the world visiting all three ports, then returned to the point of origin for a nice messy finish on her lips and tongue.
Priceless, but at the standard fare.
[QUOTE=Yoshineman]Do the sasha girls need health cards? I took one up stairs and she was totaly unexperianced and seemed really nervous. She only wanted 50 for everything including anal. To bad I didn't have any lube.[/QUOTE]I call BS!
no place will let someone go up in their rooms if they have no health cards. they can get shutdown (or in reality have to pay a high multa)
let's hear some details (names, descrription) so someone can check and confirm (so others can go where you have!!)
[QUOTE=Lulu Pussy]Was enjoying the shaving cream show when the famous Salma stopped by with some napkins to help me clean up. Didn't recognize her at first, she looked a lot younger to me than the last time I saw her. Maybe a year ago. She was not sporting the big hair clip as in the past.
Not the best looking girl there by far, but the level of service is far beyond that of any other provider I've met in my long career at this hobby.
You get anything and everything you want with Salma, and with a smile and great attitude. Took a trip around the world visiting all three ports, then returned to the point of origin for a nice messy finish on her lips and tongue.
Priceless, but at the standard fare.[/QUOTE]
Salma ("not the same as Salma Hyak!") is a very good girl with a big heart and a great attitude. Anyone familiar with my history knows I spent a lot of time with this gal, so I have a soft spot for her soft spots. She's been working out a lot. When she does that she firms up that nice form she has. I hear she's telling people that she's 28. Oh well, women always LIE about their age, but it's the service that counts.
Treat her right and if you repeat, the service get's better.
Regarding the sash girls, technically speaking they are not sex workers. I think the arrangement is that they are window dressing with a wet spot. They go up "independently," and therefore I don't think the club requires them to have a card, OR, they don't have a card for "some other reason." There is a rub to it, I need to find out what it is.
Be safe and be nice
Country John
[QUOTE=Country John]Salma ("not the same as Salma Hyak!") is a very good girl with a big heart and a great attitude. Anyone familiar with my history knows I spent a lot of time with this gal, so I have a soft spot for her soft spots. She's been working out a lot. When she does that she firms up that nice form she has. I hear she's telling people that she's 28. Oh well, women always LIE about their age, but it's the service that counts.
Treat her right and if you repeat, the service get's better.
Regarding the sash girls, technically speaking they are not sex workers. I think the arrangement is that they are window dressing with a wet spot. They go up "independently," and therefore I don't think the club requires them to have a card, OR, they don't have a card for "some other reason." There is a rub to it, I need to find out what it is.
Be safe and be nice
Country John[/QUOTE]
Hi, CJ
I'll post the results of my TLN later. But Salma says Hi, and she had loads of good comments about you. Send me those pix you promised. She really wants copies, as she lost hers in the airport. You know the story.
I wondered where she got all the money she was throwing around Saturday night. She wouldn't cop to going arriba, but now I know! :)
BTW, she says (to me, anyway) she's 37. That's probably pretty close to the truth.
[quote=adventur]i call bs!
no place will let someone go up in their rooms if they have no health cards. they can get shutdown (or in reality have to pay a high multa)
[/quote]
not from what i hear. although i've not been in a bar when the card inspectors come in i've heard countless stories about how they rep001ter and hide in the ladies room or slip out a fire exit when the inspectors come in. on the other hand very few street chicas that are stationed at the same spot will run as they keep theirs up to date.
[QUOTE=Adventur]I call BS!
no place will let someone go up in their rooms if they have no health cards. they can get shutdown (or in reality have to pay a high multa)[/QUOTE]At Mermaids the girls with no health cards (the non-Mexicans) are not dressed in the usual school girl uniform, but definitely go upstairs. I don't doubt that there are laws on the books that stipulate fines, but come on, this is Mexico, the government is obviously NOT in control.
[QUOTE=Phordphan]Hi, CJ
I'll post the results of my TLN later. But Salma says Hi, and she had loads of good comments about you. Send me those pix you promised. She really wants copies, as she lost hers in the airport. You know the story.
I wondered where she got all the money she was throwing around Saturday night. She wouldn't cop to going arriba, but now I know! :)
BTW, she says (to me, anyway) she's 37. That's probably pretty close to the truth.[/QUOTE]
What a sweetheart. Yeah, 37 is close enough. She told you about the other pics eh? OK, now I need to go through my pre-W-2 Divorce stuff. I'll do it.
She goes arriba faster than a home sick angel. She makes good money. Bless her. She's worth it though, every dime. I often think she'd be a great outcall, but she seems to like the express lane.
I look forward to your trip report.
Country John
After staggering down the steps of the Rio Nilo, following my session with the lovely and gracious Araceli de DF, it was time to make my way to HK.
It was just after 7 when I got to the door and they were already doing the can-o-beer cover charge. Rats! Went in looking for Salma. Did 2 or 3 complete laps of the first two floors, but no dice. I figured she was prolly upstairs. So, I picked out a spot at the end of the bar nearest Coahuila. A young lovely at the pole kept squatting and showing off a wonderful pair of pussy lips, so I got ready to make myself comfortable. I was setting down my jacket and reaching for my wad of singles when I was accosted from behind. Ahh, the Divine Ms. S. Great timing. Not!
She insisted I buy her one ficha, which she nursed for the next 30 minutes, or so. We caught up a bit, then she said she had to run off and pay a $10 debt. Seems she was fined by the mamasan for not wearing a dress on some prior evening. I proceeded to do a gynecological exam of the young lady at the pole. Ms. S returned, we schmoozed some more until just after 8. She ran off to get dressed; I ogled the new gaggle of chicas, especially one Paulina. Looong black hair and an ass you could bounce quarters off. Mmmmm, quarters! Had to fend off one Estrella, she of the aluminum smile. Seemed kinda cute.
Ms. S returned in a pretty red cocktail dress with a black belt. She looked good. She grabbed me away from Paulina and hauled my ass out the door. Some Mexican kid was watching me, nodding his head and grinning from ear to ear.
This was supposed to be my “reimbursement” for some money I had sent to her over the Christmas holidays. She ran short and needed some dough for her daughter’s quinceanera. I didn’t really expect anything in return, but who was I to argue?
So, we walk up Constitucion and cut over to Revu. Bunches of cop trucks and zillions of cops doing something on Articulo 123. Up Revu and she asks me where I’m from. I told her the city and state where I was born. She said no, where is your blood? Oh, my ancestry. They’re all from Ireland. It was rather tough sledding, off and on all night, trying to explain where Ireland is located.
“So you’re not French?”
“No, not French.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, pretty sure.”
“Not Italian?”
“No, almost all Irish.”
“I used to know a French man.”
“Oh, Country John?”
“Yes, Country John….”
Then she paused, did a sort of double-take.
“How do you know Country John?”
“Oh, I’ve known him for a long time. He told me all about you. He told me to tell you hello.”
Well, that certainly shocked the snot out of her.
“Man, everybody knows about me!”
She then regaled me, for the rest of the evening, with tales of the Exploits of Country John and His Faithful Sidekick, Mr. Blue! :D
We got to the Espana and dumped the 50 lbs. of crap she hauls with her everywhere, and then she called her daughter. We were supposed to meet her for dinner, so she could thank me, in person, for the stuff I supposedly paid for. While we were waiting, Ms. S showed me the cute thong underwear she was almost wearing, and a freshly barbered panocha.
Then we went outside, over to Constitucion and to a nearby pharmacia to wait for her daughter. Ms. S told me that we were going to have dinner with her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend, but that she (Salma) was paying for the kids. OK by me.
After everybody showed up, Ms. S bundled us into a taxi and took us to La Fogata, which I think is near Plaza Rio. This place was fairly pricey, IMHO. Everything was $10 - $20. It was also the absolute worst food I can remember eating in years. The chiles rellenos were completely tasteless and the steaks made shoe leather seem appetizing. I wouldn’t recommend this place to anybody. :( I figured I was going to run short of money sometime soon, so I handed Ms. S what I had in my pocket, which was $30 US and about $300p, and told her that I was now, officially, broke and she was responsible for any and all monetary expenditures from this point forward. Or words to that effect.
After dinner we cabbed it back to Las Pulgas. The kids split for home and we went inside. What a mob. Danced for a couple of hours, had a cerveza or two. She doesn’t drink outside of work, BTW. Earlier she had insisted I wear my shit-kickers (cowboy boots to those of you in San Ysidro). I hadn’t worn them in many years, and my feet were hurting. So, instead of tripping the light fantastic until dawn we called it quits about 1:30am. That was OK with her, as her normal bedtime is supposedly 11pm.
We walked back to the Espana, and, wonder of wonders, the entire boulevard was lit up like a Christmas tree. Nice change from several months ago when it was as black as Pelosi’s heart. No ratero policia lurking in the shadows this night.
Once in the room the fun finally began. Ms. S is really a nympho, once you get her started. But first we had to make the bed with the additional blanket she’d brought, so she wouldn’t get cold. Seriously. Then everybody into the shower.
Ms. S dearly loves to have her pussy eaten while she twiddles with her nips. I mean she is really into it. So, she straddles my face and we get busy. After a few minutes she’s moaning softly, then louder and more often. Her face and shoulder are braced against the wall for support, leaving her hands free to caress her nipples. After about 20 minutes, or so, she really lets loose and has finally had enough. After a quick breather she starts in on some mighty fine BBBJ. Very nice and very relaxing. After 10 or 15 minutes of this, I make her stop and flip her onto her back. However, she’s ready to go again. She keeps telling me it’s my fault she’s so horny. OK. I’ll wait. I dive in and start the clit massage all over again.
After her second round, she’s finally finished and begins more BBBJ. We then switch to mish, and she wants to do BBFS. I’m not so sure. Then we decide on the back door, so BB is not an option. I finally finish and collapse in a heap. After a quick cleanup, it’s time to sleep.
Ms. S comes out of the bathroom and bundles up in her parka. WTF? She says she didn’t bring her jammies, and she’ll get cold. You gotta be kidding. But she hops in bed with it. I lie down and wonder what it’s going to be like cuddling with a nylon parka. After 2 minutes she decides that it was a bad idea, way too uncomfortable, and takes it off.
Sleeping with Ms. S is very difficult. The beds at the Espana are a little small, and she tends to toss a lot. She is an extremely light sleeper. To make matters worse she had a cough. So, between the small bed, the tossing, the coughing and her occasional snoring, nobody got much sleep. :(
At around 8am they start running these damned laundry carts up and down the halls, so it’s impossible to stay asleep. We lie there for a long time, dozing. As she wakes up more she begins to chat more. I’m not a chatty guy in the morning! :)
After she fully wakes up, the hormones start raging and she’s ready for round 3. Ding-ding. So, after plenty of hugs and kisses she sits on my face and goes to town.
When she’s finished, I get up to take a quick leak. She says “You need to come in me.” :eek: Lucky for both of us that, in addition to not being very chatty in the morning, I really don’t like sex in the morning. Everything works, but the desire isn’t really there. It’s always been that way. She’s very persuasive, but I have real mixed feelings about sexo sin condon with working girls.
We finally get our shit together and vacate the room by about 11:30. She needs to get home to relieve the babysitter and I have to get home to change out a fuel pump and watch the Super Bowl. She offered to pay the cab and give me some money, but I’d saved some cab fare and had stashed some money in the car. So, we kissed good-bye, I put her into a cab, then I caught the next one.
In retrospect, a good time was had by all. But it’s not all skittles and beer. I think one needs the patience of a saint to hang with Ms. S for any length of time. She has very mercurial moods, for which she takes medication. They range from talkative in the extreme, to crying jags, to extremely loving, to horny nympho. Mind you, I’m not complaining or criticizing. It’s fun to be along for the ride, and she’s a fascinating woman. She has a great personality and a heart as big as all outdoors. If you meet her in HK, treat her right. Buy her a ficha or tip her a few bux at the least. She’s worth it.
If you want a good BBBJCIM, RIM, Greek then I would suggest Jennifer. Not the best looking but 10+ service. She works days and saturdays.
$50+13+5(tip)
[QUOTE=Phordphan]After staggering down the steps of the Rio Nilo, following my session with the lovely and gracious Araceli de DF, it was time to make my way to HK.
It was just after 7 when I got to the door and they were already doing the can-o-beer cover charge. Rats! Went in looking for Salma. Did 2 or 3 complete laps of the first two floors, but no dice. I figured she was prolly upstairs. So, I picked out a spot at the end of the bar nearest Coahuila. A young lovely at the pole kept squatting and showing off a wonderful pair of pussy lips, so I got ready to make myself comfortable. I was setting down my jacket and reaching for my wad of singles when I was accosted from behind. Ahh, the Divine Ms. S. Great timing. Not!
She insisted I buy her one ficha, which she nursed for the next 30 minutes, or so. We caught up a bit, then she said she had to run off and pay a $10 debt. Seems she was fined by the mamasan for not wearing a dress on some prior evening. I proceeded to do a gynecological exam of the young lady at the pole. Ms. S returned, we schmoozed some more until just after 8. She ran off to get dressed; I ogled the new gaggle of chicas, especially one Paulina. Looong black hair and an ass you could bounce quarters off. Mmmmm, quarters! Had to fend off one Estrella, she of the aluminum smile. Seemed kinda cute.
Ms. S returned in a pretty red cocktail dress with a black belt. She looked good. She grabbed me away from Paulina and hauled my ass out the door. Some Mexican kid was watching me, nodding his head and grinning from ear to ear.
This was supposed to be my “reimbursement” for some money I had sent to her over the Christmas holidays. She ran short and needed some dough for her daughter’s quinceanera. I didn’t really expect anything in return, but who was I to argue?
So, we walk up Constitucion and cut over to Revu. Bunches of cop trucks and zillions of cops doing something on Articulo 123. Up Revu and she asks me where I’m from. I told her the city and state where I was born. She said no, where is your blood? Oh, my ancestry. They’re all from Ireland. It was rather tough sledding, off and on all night, trying to explain where Ireland is located.
“So you’re not French?”
“No, not French.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, pretty sure.”
“Not Italian?”
“No, almost all Irish.”
“I used to know a French man.”
“Oh, Country John?”
“Yes, Country John….”
Then she paused, did a sort of double-take.
“How do you know Country John?”
“Oh, I’ve known him for a long time. He told me all about you. He told me to tell you hello.”
Well, that certainly shocked the snot out of her.
“Man, everybody knows about me!”
She then regaled me, for the rest of the evening, with tales of the Exploits of Country John and His Faithful Sidekick, Mr. Blue! :D
We got to the Espana and dumped the 50 lbs. of crap she hauls with her everywhere, and then she called her daughter. We were supposed to meet her for dinner, so she could thank me, in person, for the stuff I supposedly paid for. While we were waiting, Ms. S showed me the cute thong underwear she was almost wearing, and a freshly barbered panocha.
Then we went outside, over to Constitucion and to a nearby pharmacia to wait for her daughter. Ms. S told me that we were going to have dinner with her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend, but that she (Salma) was paying for the kids. OK by me.
After everybody showed up, Ms. S bundled us into a taxi and took us to La Fogata, which I think is near Plaza Rio. This place was fairly pricey, IMHO. Everything was $10 - $20. It was also the absolute worst food I can remember eating in years. The chiles rellenos were completely tasteless and the steaks made shoe leather seem appetizing. I wouldn’t recommend this place to anybody. :( I figured I was going to run short of money sometime soon, so I handed Ms. S what I had in my pocket, which was $30 US and about $300p, and told her that I was now, officially, broke and she was responsible for any and all monetary expenditures from this point forward. Or words to that effect.
After dinner we cabbed it back to Las Pulgas. The kids split for home and we went inside. What a mob. Danced for a couple of hours, had a cerveza or two. She doesn’t drink outside of work, BTW. Earlier she had insisted I wear my shit-kickers (cowboy boots to those of you in San Ysidro). I hadn’t worn them in many years, and my feet were hurting. So, instead of tripping the light fantastic until dawn we called it quits about 1:30am. That was OK with her, as her normal bedtime is supposedly 11pm.
We walked back to the Espana, and, wonder of wonders, the entire boulevard was lit up like a Christmas tree. Nice change from several months ago when it was as black as Pelosi’s heart. No ratero policia lurking in the shadows this night.
Once in the room the fun finally began. Ms. S is really a nympho, once you get her started. But first we had to make the bed with the additional blanket she’d brought, so she wouldn’t get cold. Seriously. Then everybody into the shower.
Ms. S dearly loves to have her pussy eaten while she twiddles with her nips. I mean she is really into it. So, she straddles my face and we get busy. After a few minutes she’s moaning softly, then louder and more often. Her face and shoulder are braced against the wall for support, leaving her hands free to caress her nipples. After about 20 minutes, or so, she really lets loose and has finally had enough. After a quick breather she starts in on some mighty fine BBBJ. Very nice and very relaxing. After 10 or 15 minutes of this, I make her stop and flip her onto her back. However, she’s ready to go again. She keeps telling me it’s my fault she’s so horny. OK. I’ll wait. I dive in and start the clit massage all over again.
After her second round, she’s finally finished and begins more BBBJ. We then switch to mish, and she wants to do BBFS. I’m not so sure. Then we decide on the back door, so BB is not an option. I finally finish and collapse in a heap. After a quick cleanup, it’s time to sleep.
Ms. S comes out of the bathroom and bundles up in her parka. WTF? She says she didn’t bring her jammies, and she’ll get cold. You gotta be kidding. But she hops in bed with it. I lie down and wonder what it’s going to be like cuddling with a nylon parka. After 2 minutes she decides that it was a bad idea, way too uncomfortable, and takes it off.
Sleeping with Ms. S is very difficult. The beds at the Espana are a little small, and she tends to toss a lot. She is an extremely light sleeper. To make matters worse she had a cough. So, between the small bed, the tossing, the coughing and her occasional snoring, nobody got much sleep. :(
At around 8am they start running these damned laundry carts up and down the halls, so it’s impossible to stay asleep. We lie there for a long time, dozing. As she wakes up more she begins to chat more. I’m not a chatty guy in the morning! :)
After she fully wakes up, the hormones start raging and she’s ready for round 3. Ding-ding. So, after plenty of hugs and kisses she sits on my face and goes to town.
When she’s finished, I get up to take a quick leak. She says “You need to come in me.” :eek: Lucky for both of us that, in addition to not being very chatty in the morning, I really don’t like sex in the morning. Everything works, but the desire isn’t really there. It’s always been that way. She’s very persuasive, but I have real mixed feelings about sexo sin condon with working girls.
We finally get our shit together and vacate the room by about 11:30. She needs to get home to relieve the babysitter and I have to get home to change out a fuel pump and watch the Super Bowl. She offered to pay the cab and give me some money, but I’d saved some cab fare and had stashed some money in the car. So, we kissed good-bye, I put her into a cab, then I caught the next one.
In retrospect, a good time was had by all. But it’s not all skittles and beer. I think one needs the patience of a saint to hang with Ms. S for any length of time. She has very mercurial moods, for which she takes medication. They range from talkative in the extreme, to crying jags, to extremely loving, to horny nympho. Mind you, I’m not complaining or criticizing. It’s fun to be along for the ride, and she’s a fascinating woman. She has a great personality and a heart as big as all outdoors. If you meet her in HK, treat her right. Buy her a ficha or tip her a few bux at the least. She’s worth it.[/QUOTE]
I'm aware that it is sometimes rude to quote an entire trip report, but I wanted to make sure you read it before reading my reply. It's a great TR. I remember her fondly. I always thought how nice it would be if my wife (who I enjoyed fucking) could be just like her. Seriousy. That huge smile, and she really puts herself out there to you. A lot of fun to have around. Imagine a lifetime of that.
But I remember at the time she would have been a big number, the kids were small and she called me many times from Michoacan asking me to send her $10.00 by Western Union. One night I got her to admit that she has a list. I laughed my ass off. Several guys would send her money so she always had access to cash.
I'm glad you enjoyed the time with her. She's probably a good taste of what a very cool Mexican girlfriend would be like. I'm also glad you treated her right. I can just see that red dress on the floor now.
"Mr. Blue" happens to be my good friend Bluenose. You newbies would have a real laugh if you rsearched some trip reports back in late '03 and '04. A very interesting time.
Salma is worth the fee. If she goes up then she likes you and you will like that.
Nice TR PhordPhan. I drive a Phord. Great car.
Country John
[QUOTE=George Sims]I am asking in the most current place. BUt here me out. I am looking to find a girl that would like to come over the boarder and come to usa with me. I would like to do this with the non-traditional way and pay someone to get her over. I am not looking for a sex slave or anything horrible. I would provide a good life. I see tons of girls over in Tijuana and they all don't seem to want to come over. THis does not have to be in Tijuana, it can be anywhere. So if anyone over there knows of a girl that want to come over please let me know. I am willing to travel anywhere.[/QUOTE]
You want help smuggling an illegal over the border so you can have a girl friend?
Well, Mr. White Knight, I think I can speak for many board members when I say "Get bent!"