Mexicali

[Munch Lunch]

After Norma, I wanted to see if I could find some suitable, normal, bar life. So, I drove from Bar San Diego to the Lucerma hotel and went in the La Capilla bar. There was a light rock band playing, a dozen couples on the dance floor and a group of three women sitting together at a table. They seemed unapproachable; so, I left.

However, I do think this bar holds a lot of promise. Also, I am going to look for other upscale, quiet, bars to troll in; these places are perfect for a 50-something American.

In the parking lot, I met a nice middle aged man and asked him where there were more bars like this and why was this one so dead. He said, well its not payday, so nobody is out on the town tonight. He told me there was a zone of discos and bars up off of Justo Sierra. He was quite helpful; I should have invited him for a drink to discuss strategies.

[Munch Lunch]

These clubs are located on Francisco Montejano, just south of the “Glorietta” (circular traffic intersection at the Benito Juarez Monument). That is just about three traffic lights north of the Hotel Lucerma. North of the monument the avenue is called Justo Sierra and it splits into a “y” at monument and becomes two streets to the south. Look on any map and you will see this triangle of streets; the clubs are on the west side of the triangle.

I found the place, parked on the street and within a one block zone there were about 6 clubs. They are: Rex, M2, Hijole, Deja Vue, etc. Most were really modern discos, one was a deluxe banda nortena clubs, and two were nice, but deserted sports bars. These were very nice places, with an under 35 year old crowd of wealthy patrons. These are the “beautiful people” of Mexicali. Because of my age, I could see I didn’t fit in so after walking around inside each club I didn’t stay.

[Munch Lunch]

As I walked in through one set of plastic tarp “doors” I noticed a cute little spinner walking in through the other set of “doors.” We had a quick glance, and moved on. Heading toward a table, my favorite waiter, Pedro came over, gave me a hug, and we chatted. He said, “I remember what you want – a skinny girl with a big, loving heart.” I said “Si, senor!”

In less than 60 seconds he was back at my table with the little spinner, with whom I had locked eyes with in the doorway. She was a “hottie,” about 4’ 9”, skinny body, B cups, tan not dark skin, dark eyes and long brunette hair. She looked 18, but was older, and a solid “8” in anybody’s book. Her “artistic” name was “Marie.”

Pedro explained to her that I was a regular, always looked for a good hearted woman, and that I would treat her well. I slipped him a $5 USD and he ran off to get us some drinks. A Coke for me, and a “pony’ bottle of “El Sol” for her, cost me $5 USD. We chatted for fifteen minutes and could tell she had “buena onda” (good vibes.) We started to negotiate the deal; but, she said “If you like to dance; let me show you something.”

We danced three or four dances and she was all over me. She had the moves of a stripper and was totally uninhibited. She put my hands on her breasts and ass, grabbed my hard on through my slacks, and ground her hips against me in every imaginable way. All the Mexican men who were drinking next to the dance floor kept giving me the “high sign” and were clearly enjoying the show. I was absolutely blown away.

We sat down and she asked me if I liked “reggaton” to which I responded that I was actually “Daddy Yankee” in disguise. She laughed and said “We’re out of here.” I waved to Pedro as she drug me out the door. We drove to a “reggaton” DJ dance club, probably on Mexico Avenue, near the corner where the strip clubs are. Entrance was $30 pesos a head, which included a free drink.

Upon entering I was amazed; it had a dance floor in the middle that was raised up about four foot high and had railings around it. Built into the long bar to the side, there were three poles built in for dance girls. The place was packed with a younger, Mexican middle-class crowd. Some couples were dancing, and tons of Mexican college girls were getting drunk and dancing “stripper” style for the boys who were seated surrounding the dance floor. The girls were dressed hot and they were flipping their short skirts up and the boys were sniffing. All there dance poles on the bar were constantly occupied by hot gals.

“Marie” and I stood by the bar, got our drinks and slurped. She started grinding on me with her hips, and just “snaking” her body all over me. She took my hands and slid them all over her body as we danced together. She repeated grabbed my bulging cock and several times was down low, dancing at eye level with my “package.”

She asked me to help her up on the bar; so, I picked her up and sat her on the bar. She must have danced about six dances for me while I gazed at her; she especially liked to flip up her skirt to show her panties. She had all the moves of a stripper and a small group of four or five guys gathered around to watch. They all clapped and drifted away as I helped her down from the bar.

The bar man was cool and didn’t even make us buy more drinks. After about 40 minutes she grabbed my hand and said “Let’s go to your hotel.” When we parked at the hotel, I walked her around the pool area, which was romantically lighted and suggested that next time she bring her swimsuit.

In the room, she switched on the TV to some music video channel and asked for some food and drink. I got out my box of snacks and offered her bottles of margaritas, juices, and whisky. She chose an “airline” size bottle of Jack Daniels it. She said “This is great; I want to lose my inhibitions with you.” I frankly had not noticed she was timid.

I lighted a candle, we undressed, and I noticed she had a perfect “cheerleader” body. Without my asking, she dropped to her knees and started giving me a frenzied BBBJ. I leaned back against the wall and was moving my hips to the music and she was devouring my erect “verga.” I had never seen a woman’s head move in perfect time with the music like that, as she bobbed up and down on my tool. Here lips were sucking and slathering up every inch.

Her sensual, stripper-like movements were even evident in the way she eagerly blew me; clearly in every way she was a “pole” dancer. With my hips gyrating in a circle eight and with her head bouncing to the beat, we made memorable music together. She kept looking up at me, grinning, and saying “This is great, this is great!”

I finally pulled her off me and we got in the shower. She loved it as I lathered up her lovely body with a bath sponge and scented liquid soap. Then, she did the same for me and started licking my balls and perennial area; which was fantastic. After rinsing and drying off, she stood beside the edge of the bed, bent over, placed her hands on the bed, and began wagging her butt in time to the music. She said “Come here guy, and take me.” I slipped on a condom and effortlessly entered her as her sweet tunnel of love, which was already wet.

We went at it for the longest time. Sometimes, I would bang her and other times she would bang me. Much of the time I leaned back against the wall and she danced her hips melodically against me and we gyrated together. I have never had that powerful combination of music and sex in just the right combination; she was amazing.

Then I flipped her on her back and threw her into the middle of the bed. I mounted her in mish and just began pounding. Once in a while she would take my hand, rub her crotch with it, and then stick two or three of my fingers in her mouth. She sucked and chewed on them when she came.

Like the energizer bunny, she would finish one orgasm and just keep on fucking. She was contorting her face, grabbing the bedspread, and chewing on it from excitement. Finally, I gave her a pillow and she stuck the edge of it in her mouth, chewed on it hard, screamed, moaned, and came again.

It was easily one of the more athletic fucks I have had in a while. She didn’t even give a damn if I was satisfied or if I came; she just keep screaming “Ay, Papi; no te pares, no te pares.” (Ay, Daddy, don’t stop now!) I kept a towel handy and kept wiping the sweat off my body as I labored over this sex kitten, who was purring along. Finally, she grimaced, shrieked, and shivered with one final, long orgasm and we stopped.

We just lay there in bed gazing at each other and then began talking for the longest time. Finally, she got up, called her favorite taxi driver, Luis, and started dressing. I looked at the clock and it was 4:30 AM; we had been going at it in the room for two hours. I gave her $600 pesos and $75 pesos for the taxi. We agreed that she would come back the next day around 4:00 PM and charge me $400 pesos then. I got dressed and walked her to the front where her taxi was waiting. I shook hands with Luis, told him to drive her safe, opened the door and she sat down. Away she went.

[Munch Lunch]

SATURDAY PM: (MARIE) MY HOTEL: She called and said she was a little hung over from the whisky and wanted to come at 6:30 instead of 4:00; I said “No problem.” Then promptly at 6:30 I got her call. I walked to the front driveway of the hotel, where she and a different taxista were waiting. She said the bill was $130 pesos and I said “Wow, you must live a long way away.” She said, “Yah, I live out on the road that goes to TJ.” I gave the taxista $110 pesos and he left. She said, “I couldn’t get a hold of Luis, so I had to pay full price; sorry.” I felt a little bit ripped off, but let it drop; sensing she would make it worth my while.

We stripped, showered up, sat up in bed cuddling, and watched an old romantic, black and white Mexican movie. It was that famous old one about the horse race in Agua Prieta. She was in a cuddly, little girl mood and it was nice.

Then we started fondling each other and she said “I’m still a little hung over; I need a beer buzz. Could you order me a beer from room service?” When it was delivered, we snacked on some crackers and she guzzled the beer. She said “Oh, yah; now I feel good again” as she started sucking my cock, again with no condom. Then, after a while she mounted and screwed me in CG and RCG. I loved that. Because it was now lighter in the room, I really enjoyed seeing her lovely body. Then, we flipped and I did her in “doggie” and we finished in mish.

After about 3 hours of the movie, cuddling and screwing we decided to go out to eat. As we were getting dressed her phone rang. She said “Uh, oh; I got baby sitter problems and have to go home for about an hour, feed the kids and get the other baby sitter on task.” She started to call a taxi and I said “Let me drive you.” I was curious to get to know her and also wanted to see if she was trying to ditch me. She was very happy with my offer; so, off we went; it must have been around 9:30 by then.

We stopped at a McDonalds where I bought three “Happy Meals”; two for her kids and one for the baby sitter, and some combos for us. I watched, fascinated as she transformed herself, during this 25 minute trip, from a sex goddess into a dignified mom. Without a word, I morphed from a client into a friend.

We drove and drove; it was a very poor neighborhood, but no graffiti or rough edges to it. The paved streets were potholed, and the housing was becoming more and more dilapidated. She said that her house was just one room, with a small kitchen attached and a bathroom out back. Entering the house, we unwrapped our burgers and began to eat. We chatted for a bit and all of them accepted my presence there in that squalid little house.

Then, it was time to go; so, she went to another neighbor’s house and recruited two chubby, dark eyed teenaged girls to stay with the kids. We went back to the hotel, swam and screwed until 3:30 or so. The, I drove her home.

[Munch Lunch]

She came as planned and we spent a very lovely two hours together just like Friday night.

[Munch Lunch]

Later, I decided to hit some shopping malls and then go to the El Establo or Bar San Diego brothels. I got directions to Mexicali’s new indoor mall from the hotel front desk.
The mall was fairly small but nice; it is located just a few kilometers east of El Establo.

I started checking out a clerk at one of the stores. She was a really cute, 33-year old, skinny, tall girl. We began to chat; I kept her laughing and I could see she enjoyed me. She wrote down her name and phone number. I gave her my e-mail address and we agreed to keep in touch. We have talked several times by phone since then. She is likely GF material.

[Munch Lunch]

I parked walked into the bar and immediately spied Gabbie, who gave me a great smile. I coolly kept walking toward the bar as I surveyed the available talent. No one else looked cuter or friendlier; so, I ask her if I could set down at her booth.

We chatted a bit; so, we started negotiating. She quoted me a price of $50 USD + $20 USD = $70 for one-half hour. This is the standard price and package for the girls inside the bar and the money is to be paid upfront to the bar man.

Also, I asked her how much two hours would cost. I laughed and said “Only those 20-something guys can get it done in 30 minutes. An old guy like me needs more time!” She laughed and placed her hand on my thigh. She said $200 USD plus $20 for each half hour period for the room; total $280. I suggested that at those room prices, it would be better to just go to my hotel. She said the “salida” (bar fine) for two hours would be $30. I said in my hotel we would have a bubble bath, romantic candles, a margarita, cool AC, and a California king sized bed. She smiled and said “Yes, that would be great.”

So then we began a process of good natured haggling. I got her down fairly easily to $175 and then $150 for two hours (the two hours would begin once we walked in the door of my hotel room). But, then I was shooting for $100 saying she needed to discount the fee for the privilege of sleeping with a Brad Pittt look-a-like. She laughed and said “No way.” I said, “Look I have my car and will drive you there and back; so, you have no taxi expenses.”

“However, the only problem you might be afraid of me because I’m rich, young, good looking and famous!” She laughed and said “You’re a gifted liar too.” I totally agreed with her, but rebutted with “The one thing I would never lie about is that you are beautiful, smart, and fun to be with. We will have a good time together.”

I countered with $120 USD for two hours and I noticed a look of pain on her face. I knew I had arrived at the lowest price for which she might come. In every girl’s mind she is thinking: “This guy is clean, bright, courteous, fun, and is probably not a dangerous psyco or a carrier of sexual diseases. Should I go with him now for a lower fee, for a long block of time with him? Or, sit here wasting my time until another client comes along who might offer me the same deal? Or, just stay here and wait for the smelly, cruel, and selfish Mexicans to come in one after another and pay me $50 per 30 minutes to humiliate me?

She was sweating the decision; so, I looked her in the eye, reached out, gently stroked her lovely cheek and said “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you like “pareja” (girlfriend) I have no strange sexual perversions; only an intense desire to share my love with you.” She nodded yes.

I gave her the $30 bar fine which she paid, she went to change, and grab her bag. I went outside to bring my car around to the door of the bar. In just five minutes she immerged from the bar, with small carry-on style bag. (I love seeing beautiful young girls with these bags; it means someone is going to be very happy tonight.).

She got in the car and off we went. She said one of her work colleagues in the changing room told her she was lucky to be going with me. Because, I was the guy that took out a girl a few nights ago to the Lucerma hotel and was so happy that he gave her US $500. But, that she would still honor our contract at $120.

I quickly told her that I was indeed at Bar San Diego Friday night, but did not take carry out, was not staying at the Lucerma, and didn’t hand out five hundred dollar bills. She was fine with that and said that her friend must have gotten me confused with some other guy, who also had a shaved head.

She told me that she liked gringos because they were always so clean and treated the girls so well. She said she hated Mexicans, because they were so macho, only interested in their own satisfaction, and just used her like she was a slave.

We got into the room, dropped her bag, and then I showed her the pool and garden area, which she liked. I asked her if she had her swimsuit but she didn’t. So, then back in the room and the clock started. I gave her the $120 for two hours. I also gave her the little Walmart, bath gift basket and she was delighted. I gave her a bottled Margarita and started filling the bathtub. We both agreed that silence was preferable to the noise and distraction of the TV. I lighted the candle and we stripped.

I was delighted to see her nude: a perfect, slender, dark skinned body, with B cups, and she was about 5’ 5’’tall. Her long, dark, black hair framed a cute face. I remarked about how beautiful she was and she said her father was Spanish and her mother was Mexican. She was a “9”.

After the bath we then rinsed and dried off. She gave me a loving but fairly unprofessional massage. Then she licked my balls and stroked me few times to make me hard. On went the condom and she gave me a hard working, but fairly toothy BJ, which was not that good. Rather than scold her, I asked her to mount me slowly; that it was time for her to ride a horse. She laughed and said “My pleasure.”. She pulled off the barrette, which she had used to tie her hair up in the shower and let her hair flow down her shoulders and back. He pert breasts undulated slightly with her rhythm.

Then I got on top of her in “doggie” and started pounding her. She moved her hips to synchronize with me and slowly but surely let her hips descend toward almost lying down position, on the bed. I hit upon doing her with short, quick, penetrations and she said “Aye, papi, asi, asi.” (That’s it Daddy, that’s it.) She put one hand completely under her hips and started masturbating. She was moaning, losing control, and eventually had a small orgasm.

Then, we flipped her over and I penetrated her in missionary till I came. We hugged and talked for a while and then got up and she showered, while I dressed to drive her back to the bar. She gathered up her skirt and other clothes which she had tossed on the vanity, rolled them up and put them in the bag; while pulling out a new blouse and jeans. When she was dressed, I remarked about how good the jeans looked on her and that she had the perfect butt.

Driving toward the bar, she said “I don’t want to go back tonight. Would you just drive me home?” I said “Sure” and off we went. We sat on the patio of her house, talked, and snacked for several hours.

We exchanged phone numbers, hugged, and she went in the house. I drove back to the hotel; it must have been two in the morning. I awoke at 5:00, quickly snacked, packed up the car and headed for the downtown border crossing. It was slow at 6:00 AM after a holiday weekend and took me 45 minutes to cross. Next time, I’ll go to the east border crossing.

[Munch Lunch]

This is my second visit to Mexicali and it was even more fun this time than the first. In both visits I got a chance to talk with Mexican mongers and we traded stories. La Zona is working class, and if you are willing to put the time into it and are a regular, there are some real bargains to be had.

Also, unlike a lot of places in Latin America the streets are safe and the people are honest. I parked my expensive European car all over Mexicali and never had it stolen or vandalized. You can walk anywhere in La Zona without fear.

However, the bars in La Zona are cheap and mostly run down, the music is loud Norteno, which I hate, and the talent can be hit or miss. I’m not in Mexicali for an evening out on the town; I’m there to get laid, preferable by a beauty model, in a nice brothel or in my own motel. La Zona is not my cup of tea.

Bar San Diego and El Establo have excellent talent, are clean, neat, businesslike and you don’t have to spend a lot of time to get laid; however, they are expensive when compared to La Zona. I had a chance to discuss my pricing and services received with a few Mexican mongers at these places. I did not over pay; however, these are businessmen prices and not working class prices. If you want this kind of treatment and facilities you are going to pay for it.

However, I now have a nice black book list of working girls phone numbers. They will give me preferential rates, come to my hotel for paid sex, and go out to dinner or the theatre, etc., with me for free.

I am also getting some GF leads. So, Mexicali is great. Just pick the style that is comfortable for you and go for it.

[Joe Arturo]

At this point I don't think that I will be here (I'm in Mexicali now) on Friday night. But there is a small chance that I might be. If I find out that I will be here, I'll let you know. I still need to hook up with Mexicali Jack some night. Try to set up the PM system. It is better for messages like these.

[Willy949]

Thanks for the information Joe Arturo. That helps. It looks like Siesta Royale is probably a good choice. Sorry to hear that La Capilla is not as encouraging as the previous posts lead one to believe.

I expect to be in Mexicali Friday night (June 8), probably arriving early afternoon. I don't seem to be able to PM in this system. Are you out on the prowl in Mexicali that night? Interested in meeting up for a drink?

[Joe Arturo]

The Crowne Plaza IS the best hotel in town. It is where Pavarotti and Luis Miguel stayed when they performed in Mexicali. IT IS DEFINITELY NOT CHICA FRIENDLY. Hotel Lucerna is the second best hotel in town. IT ALSO IS DEFINITELY NOT CHICA FRIENDLY. La Capilla is a place to pick up 30 to 45 year olds. It does not have putas. If you don't speak good spanish, it is tough to pick up on one of them. They are usually with girlfriends and it is hard to get one for the same night because they don't want to leave their friends. I have always made a date for the next night when I was successful there. This is true at just about all the places where you can pick up non-professionals.

Hotel Calafia, Siesta Royale, and Hotel Colonial are my favorites. If you register for two people and say your wife will meet you later and register a name for her that is spanish, like Maria, Guadalupe, etc. you will not have any trouble bringing a chica to your room.

Of course, if you want a sure thing, go to Bar San Diego or El Establo.

PM me to tell me when you are going to be in Mexicali.

[Willy949]

Thanks for the info amigo69. I was looking for a decent hotel rather than the cheapest. In doing some more searching, it seems that Siesta Royal Inn may be a good choice. Also, Calafia and Colonial are in the same category and well located. Anyone have info on these for ease of binging chicas back to the room?

The Hotel Lucerna also seems to be a nice place and has the Capilla bar on site (which was discussed in a recent post). However, other posts say that it may not be a chica friendly place. This does not seem consistent with the discussion of the Capilla. Can someone elaborate more on this? Is the Capilla a good place to search out girls for a one-night thing or is it just a hangout for the young crowd search young guys?

I hope to stop for a night in Mexicali the end of next week. Unfortunately, only for 1 night. Thought I'd do some research ahead of time. Any info and advice is welcome and appreciated.

[Amigo69]

Willey

I know where Crowne Plaza hotel is but have never stayed there. I do know it is one of the nicer hotels in Mexicali and the high end hotels tend to not be chica friendly. One of the nicer hotels that I know of which is chica friendly is hotel Posada or hotel Posada del Sol. They are both in the civic center of town. They have run me $55 to $65 per night and are very nice. They give you the key and you do not have to check with them each time you enter. The other hotel I like is hotel Samil. It is not in the civic center but it is nice and is only $29. You have to be sure they know you want it for the entire night. Sometimes they will not let you have the room for more than 6 hours so make sure they know you want it for the entire day and night. I know some other nice hotels that are clean but small. It all depends on what you are looking for. If you want you can PM me.

Take care

Amigo 69

[Willy949]

I've searched through the reports on hotels in Mexicali (in recent years) and see that some hotels are better than others for bringing chicas to the room. Does anyone know if the Crown Plaza is chica friendly? I haven't seen any recent reports on this hotel.

Willy949

[Amigo69]

Went to Algodones Friday to get teeth fixed then onto Mexicali. Got a room at hotel Casa Blanca only 500 yards from bar El Establo. Newer section added about 4 months ago. Double room very clean with refigerator and cool new AC. Payed $49. Went to bar El Establo about 6:30. There were about 8 chicas all in the 5 to 8 range. Had a couple beers then to Las Casonas. Only 5 chicas. 3 were 5's one was a 6. The other was an 8 and stuck up. That pissed me off so onto Excalibur. Entered at 10 and stayed until 3:00 At 3:00 there were about 12 ladies in the 4 to 8 range. Left with a chica who was a 6. $60 for 1 hour. Left Saturday.

The pic is in Excalibur. I like the bar the ladies are nice and not stuck up. You have a good selection. The owner is an American and his novia from Mexicali.