Hong Kong Club Reports

[Uncle Al]

Went HK and tried to find the girl who gave me BBBJCIM and no luck slim pickins that nite. Only 2 hot girls and one was eating dinner so I bought the other one a drink we negioateted for hotel and she want 100 dollars I played stupid and made like I don't understand what she said, she said whatyou want to spend I was pissed that she was high balling me so I low balled her 50 dollars because she said no bbj. She no so I walked then she and the watier came after me and 60 dollars and I said I would have done that in the first place if she didn't try to rip me off so I said I was going somewhere else.

Lesson learned never pay more than 60 in hk.

[Surfnk9]

Thanks for the help guys. It was just a mere question. I like the latin girls and I have been to Tijuana a few times. Now that you guys point out the bad stuff I see that it is not a good idea. I am interested in a Latin girl but all the dating sites seem be focused on Asian and Russian brides. Where that is not my thing. I did go to Philapeans last week and I must say guys. The girls there are free but you can pay if you want it quicker. And they will leave when you want them to. If you go score at a bar on just merit and take them home they will not leave. The girls in Mexico seem to be hardened by the game and not too enthusiastic. But I will be returning to Tijuana on March 8th for fun. Me and some friends are going to Roserito for Spring Break. March 8th to 15th. IS THIS A GOOD TIME TO GO? I have never been there for spring break. Can anyone give me any pointers on spring break time? And again. Thanks for the pointers.

When returning from lower parts of Baja several years ago I passed through Roserito during spring break. Kids were out of control, drunk, rude, and obnoxious. Basically behaving in a way they could never get away with north of the border; just what locals hate (especially cops).

Using Mexico as a place to express yourself in a way you can’t at home disrespects the people. There are enough problems between the two cultures, going there and acting outrageously doesn’t help in the big picture of things, and only makes you a target on the personal level.

That being said, this was before the meth epidemic and the narco wars: so I would be even more apprehensive to encourage anyone of college age to go south of the border to party. I wouldn’t worry too much about the narco drug cartels, it’s the petty thieves and cops to watch out for. Just like in T. J.

[Efjayel]

Driving through Mexico as a tourist is not recommended. Especially not now. My sister got assaulted by the police on the road back from Rosarito. Something that happens a lot.

If you're looking for girl to start a relationship with, a hooker is the wrong place to start.

[Hans25]

Went to honk Kong this Sunday seemed to slow, couldn't find anything good, its been like that for a couple of weeks now. So went to adelitas I also no joy, almost till I saw this huge girl she was 6. 4 I guess I’m 5. 8, very nice body good curves, blonde short hair, nice tits, went to the hotel, when she took her hell of she was still so tall about 6 feet, she was huge, but nice body, service was average.

[Msaunders6969]

I will be in SD in about 2 weeks and plan to visit Tijuana for the first time. Reading some of your post I can see that GFE is available in some of the clubs, just what I am looking for after a few cold ones. How about the Alley girls that I have read about. Sounds like there are some cuties out there also. Are they the friendly type? GFE? I would like to sample as much as possible in the short time that I am there.

Thanks

[Phordphan]

Couldn't help but notice that she wanted condomless sex from you. Twice! Plus she introduced you to her daughter and her boyfriend plus took you out to dinner like a family. And also asks you about your heritage. Think of all this as what you want but it seems a bit suspicious to me.

Yes, your point is well taken. I've had the same thing happen to me in Thailand.

I think she would like to take this to a much higher level, but I'm truly not in a position to do that. It's unfortunate, too, because she is an extremely sweet lady.

[Pablito Diablito]

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.

Be aware that by going about this in the "non-traditional" way you will be putting your life and her life at risk. I second the motion to "Get bent" and take this shit somewhere else because we want nothing to do with it.

[Efjayel]

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.

Sounds like you're really lonely. Try googling, Mail order brides. lol.

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.

then she called her daughter. We were supposed to meet her for dinner, so she could thank me, in person,

told me that we were going to have dinner with her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend,

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.

...

When she’s finished, I get up to take a quick leak. She says “You need to come in me.” 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.

Couldn't help but notice that she wanted condomless sex from you. Twice! Plus she introduced you to her daughter and her boyfriend plus took you out to dinner like a family. And also asks you about your heritage. Think of all this as what you want but it seems a bit suspicious to me.

[Country John]

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.

Hello George. What you are asking is something that you would not be able to find on this board. YOu would have to physically come here, present yourself, do the legwork and then take it from there. You should also seek some legal counsel on what you are asking because merely being involved could land you behind bars. Not nice. The term is "[CodeWord908]" I believe and could land you in federal prison. THe girl gets to come back to Mexico at taxpayer expense.

Girls in Mexico might be a bit shy to the proposition of leaving immediately for the USA with someone they don't know and without paperwork etc. Only girls that actively work in the sex trade would be the best bet for finding someone quickly, and even they would have problems after a short time, these problems would become your problems and you do not need those kinds of problems.

You might consider getting a place here and a steady girl if you can afford it. It's nice to have an international boundary separating you from the girl, especially if you got something going on Stateside.

You never know who you might run into on a public board, so I guess a shot in the dark is always worth the effort if you want something bad enough. But we are about mongering, trip reports etc. While I like to help mongers out with advice about Tijuana and the girls, getting them state side without papers is not something I would even want to get involved in, and neither should you.

Be safe and be nice
Country John

[Phordphan]

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.

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!"

[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!

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.” 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.

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

[Starphucker]

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)

[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!

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.” 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.

[Country John]

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.

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

[Pablito Diablito]

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)

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.