Boca Chica

[GrownMan1]

We arrived in Boca Chica on the 27th. I got a car rental for $40 for day including insurance. I normally use my credit card and refuse the insurance because I'm covered under visa, however that does not cover the other passengers, and since its four of us the price was okay once we split it. Stayed in Boca Chica area of field what is normal Haitian delights. 2 of my partners decided they wanted to spend the night in the brothel. Well one decided and the other one followed. It was my partner T and his cousin Street. This was streets first time in the DR and it was T third time. They decided to pay $110 for the room in a brothel and a chica all night. I was against it however, Street and my other homie Fresh did not really get along. Fresh and I decided on a 2 bedroom apartment for $37 each Villa Capri. Tropical Gusta was totally booked and the new price was 30 dollars. Hotel Villa Capri beat the another hotels hands down. Clean, classy, AC, good security, hot tub, massage lounge, bar, balcony, Wifi, english cable and good staff. They never rush you to checkout. However, no pool and its not on the strip, its on the major highway. I asked Street not to follow T in buying the room and the girl. I try to rationalize with him and just buying the the room but T is his big cousin and he followed suit. He damn near cried when he saw our room. T's room was almost as bad as streets. He said he picked a chica who he thought lied about her age. He said she said she was 27 but really about 34. I rarely ask a chica her age as long as she looks over 21. Her mentality and body is all I need to see to know, but I do let security do their job and I'd her ass before she gets in my motel room.

Street had difficulties following T advice. His room did not have working AC. They negotiated him $5 off of his room fee. When he told me about it he was at the point of wanting his money back, however after 2 hours having the room you're not going to get your money back from a Dominican. I blame T. His room had AC, he just was thinking about fucking the chica and not his cousins well being. Street had a problem with his first girl- she was bleeding. He switched to another girl, however, Charlie (not crackhead Charlie) who they allowed to hang around them told Street that I called him on the phone and said for them to come on. They interrupted Street while he was trying to finish off his new chica. I told T not to have Charlie following them. Street thought oh well I got this chica for all night it was about 11 o'clock. He figured he could come back to her later. He only had her for about 30 minutes. I blame T again for this fiasco. He knows I would never send a message through Charlie. We went over this scenario on the plane but T had busted his nuts and was good. We met up at the Batey club. Street was killing himself when he saw the choices of other chicas he could have had instead of the ones from the brothel. Street a young 25 year old babyface looking cat, was a hot item with the chicas. There were very sexy chicas trying to leave with him for as little as 700 pesos. He was mad as hell he paid $110 for a room with no AC and a chica whom was his second choice. You know I hit him with the I told you so. The club Batey was in full swing. Nice selections of independent chicas and party girls along with the local crowd. 90 percent of the chicas in there could be yours if the price was right.

Fresh and I settled with our all night special. He got his light skin Dominican chica slim the waist and a nice bubble ass for 2000. I settled with my quote unquote novia. Note if you allow yourself to have a novia in a certain area- yes this is sex at a discount however, she cock blocks and mean mug all the chicas even think about coming your way. It was cool with me I don't give her anything until I finish my vacation and I going to Sosua tomorrow. After about 1:30 drop Street off at the brothel because T had left him. You should have saw the reaction of Fresh chica thinking that I'll motel rooms in the brothel. She said there was no what the hell she was going in there. My novia had to her calm and ensure her there was no way in hell we were staying in there. Street thought that he could find the girl that he had all night. It was about 2 o'clock in the morning. Of course they couldn't find a girl they said she was gone home. They told him if he wanted he wanted another girl it will cost him $40. He called up one of the girls he met at the Batey for the 700 peso deal. She came on a motor scooter however security will let her in. They told him he would have picked a girl from the brothel. When he told us this the next day I hit him with the I told that place was a bad idea.

[Chris Long]

Damn I have trips on both sides of your time frame in Santo Domingo area. Oh well, I hope you get some financial help. I'm just as green as you are though, these will be my first trips to the southern DR.

Make sure you both write detailed trip reports giving good usefull information for future mongers to BC.

Chris

[El Lobo Solo]

Going to be doing my first P4P to Boca Chica, Wed 11/27/13 to Sun 12/1/13. Looking for a fellow Monger or 2 to buddy up with. Was suppose to be going with 2 friends but that wimped out thinking it wasn't safe, left me holding the bag on a room I've already pre-paid for at the Bellevue Dominican Bay. Like to recoup some of my loss by sharing it. If nothing else I'd like a wingman, the Bellevue is a all inclusive and the room allows up to 3, so even if you don't want to share you could get some free grub and drinks there if you want to pretend to stay there when I check in; in return you show me the ropes in Boca Chica.

Damn I have trips on both sides of your time frame in Santo Domingo area. Oh well, I hope you get some financial help. I'm just as green as you are though, these will be my first trips to the southern DR.

[EarlOHara]

Going to be doing my first P4P to Boca Chica, Wed 11/27/13 to Sun 12/1/13. Looking for a fellow Monger or 2 to buddy up with. Was suppose to be going with 2 friends but that wimped out thinking it wasn't safe, left me holding the bag on a room I've already pre-paid for at the Bellevue Dominican Bay. Like to recoup some of my loss by sharing it. If nothing else I'd like a wingman, the Bellevue is a all inclusive and the room allows up to 3, so even if you don't want to share you could get some free grub and drinks there if you want to pretend to stay there when I check in; in return you show me the ropes in Boca Chica.

[Frannie]

Some of the guys here are very anal or are ass holes.

Sorry my mistake.

OldFool, perhaps by the time you turn 70 you will learn how to use the quote function payaso.
Not exactly rocket science.

Like this.

[Mr Enternational]

Someone will find everything you wrote about to be of interest.

They are really no mistake to be sorry for. Enjoy yourself and don't keep all that shit bottled up for so long let's us hear about it

Grub, he didn't write anything. He is saying sorry for quoting Ron's entire post just to say good report.

OldFool, perhaps by the time you turn 70 you will learn how to use the quote function payaso.
Not exactly rocket science.

I don't get it. All you do is press the button and start typing at the end of what you are quoting.

[Buscemi]

Some of the guys here are very anal or are ass holes.

OldFool, perhaps by the time you turn 70 you will learn how to use the quote function payaso.
Not exactly rocket science.

[Grub1]

Sorry my mistake.

Someone will find everything you wrote about to be of interest.

They are really no mistake to be sorry for. Enjoy yourself and don't keep all that shit bottled up for so long let's us hear about it

[OldKool]

Some of the guys here are very anal or are ass holes.

QUOTE=Zip Head; 1482412]Sorry my mistake.[/QUOTE]

[Zip Head]

Sorry my mistake.

[Orgasmico]

Seriously, did you have to quote the ENTIRE post?

I'll never understand why people like wasting bandwidth.

[Buscemi]

Good report, RonRico!

Seriously, did you have to quote the ENTIRE post?

[Zip Head]

this is my first-post.

i had to count the stamps in my passport: i've been to dr roughly 17 times in the past year. i've 'rtff' extensively. not 100% of dr, but almost

everything relevant to my travel plans; from the beginning of time. i'm posting now because 'i owe this forum'. many thanks to jao, old kool,

orgasmico, boricoa, and many others that gave me the confidence to explore. i'm waiting for jao to provide gps coordinates i. e. go to this 8-digit

location, pesos in left hand. in other hand.

i've been reluctant to post, because i'm not a seasoned monger like most of the other guys posting here. but, i've always guessed that there were

more guys like me (lightweights) reading here than the hardcore-guys. for me, mongering is an 'interim solution' when you don't have a 'regular

girl', or a pressure-relief-valve when the regular-girl gets on your nerves, or for some crazy reason, you need 'to get strange'.

i had some personal business in southeast dr. i flew into santo domingo (cheapest flights) and rented a car and took the novia. she loves to get

out of the bario, and seems to genuinely enjoy my company. so, it was a great trip along the southcoast highway (autopista numero 3) ; fairly

modern; almost complete, bypassing the slow traffic, save la romana. all went well, except she was begging me to spend my last night with her. i

think she 'sensed' that i was putting distance between us in more ways then one. i made excuses and finally got away around 8 or 9pm.

i started the drive from northwest santo domingo to boca chica. bc is closer to the airport (next morning flight) , and i was dying to get back

there to see the freak-show, and maybe be part of it. i was coming from the north going along autopista duarte. it was dark now, and i had promised

myself to avoid driving on unfamiliar territory at night. there's a not too obvious turn that you must make to head south to get on the direct road

to the airport and bc beyond. i missed the turn (done this a couple times). this puts you over the bridge northeast to santo domingo este. i

think you can tell how much political power the people have in dr by the trash. if the people aren't important, the government doesn't bother to

collect the garbage. my favorite place is out by the national park in northern sd. people throw their trash down the side of the hill. it looks

like the government installed a metal-shoot, but it gets missed. you have a very visible hillside decorated with trashbags, etc.

it's saturday night, so traffic is heavy. there are many fender-benders holding up the poorly-designed traffic patterns. finally, i'm coming up on

a shopping-mall while looking for a clearly marked major road; this is challenging in the dr. there are numerous people on the street and standing

near the bus-stops across from the mall. but, there's one that stands out: a tall nice looking babe stroking her hair; a little too much stroking.

i'm curious. i circle back and stop well beyond where she's standing. i look back. she sees me and comes over to the car. up close, not quite so

good: facial blemishes and perhaps some baby-damage (e. g. small fat-roll over tight-pants). i'm beyond spanish 101; maybe 103, but still not

conversational. i don't use it. i make a little light conversation in simple-english. she points to her ear to indicate 'no eschucha'; she doesn't

'hear' or understand what i'm saying. so, i move on. i felt it was too risky: non-tourist area, me being 'a stick-out gringo' with only crude-

spanish, chica with zero english; plus, others on this site have advised 'not to even be in this part-of-town'; although, you can say that for much

of dr, if you let it worry you. i don't, but do use some appropriate caution. i think next time i'll try my crude-spanish: 'hola preciosa, juntos

este noche? '. the training-point here is 'there are chicas everywhere' in the dr.

got to bc and checked in to the hotel garant. i've used this several times per recommendation here. i also recommend it, as it's off the main strip

and away from the really noisy parts, but still less than 2-blocks to calle duarte (ground-zero) , or the casas in the other direction; which i

haven't tried. i had no trouble getting a room without a reservation, bc has few tourists right now.

i took all my 'energy pills', got showered, 'dressed for success', and headed to 'the strip'. from hotel garant, i walk straight downhill to

duarte. in front is route-69. there are a couple tourist-types sitting talking to the girls. as i have garnered, the waitresses here are all

working-girls, but not aggressive. i think many girls new to the lifestyle start here. sometimes they score, sometimes not.

i turned right and headed down duarte towards 'el centro' i. e. piano-bar / el criolla. i approached with caution, as there was a line of around 10-12

chicas sitting at the tables, but no prospects in sight. fortunately, i had a pre-conceived excuse for 'running the gauntlet', since i was out of

pesos and was heading for the bank across from el parque. good for me, because a big-girl latched-on. i had to insist on going to the bank

'alone'.

on the way back, i walked along the curb behind the chicas, but made the mistake of turning back (i wanted to assess the offerings). one jumped up

and started her sales-spiel. she had a pretty brown face; a little cute (scale 6-7) ; never saw her body; i think she was overweight. so, i listened

as i walked. it was all standard, but then mr. happy starts waking-up. we are then joined by another pro-looking gal; more negra-looking. she's

nothing to brag about on this blog, she was so plain you'd ignore her (scale 3-4) under most circumstances; but she starts telling me how much she

likes 'chupa'. i've been rather disappointed in my novias enthusiasm for this, so i start getting interested; mostly in the form of a growing

presence by mr. happy. so, i say ok to both; after quantifying them on price. we walk up the hill to the hotel. outside, i stop outside the

front-gate and lean against the wall looking at them dead-on for the first-time, with words to the effect: you guys said 1 mil each, right? oh yes,

they nodded.

we get in the room, the 'chupa' bragger goes to the bathroom, i grab the other by the shoulders and dance her over to a chair and formally introduce

mr. happy. she goes to work with respectable zeal. ms. chupa comes out of the bathroom and starts talking to the other. this is what i don't like

about tag-team when you don't know the language well. they're interacting with each other, and you're only catching a word here or there. then the

bomb-drops: they start asking me to up-the-price; albeit using soft-sell: 'please papi. dos mil each'; but here's what's not fair: while running

'chupa' on me. so, now mr. happy goes from +10 to maybe a +3. i'm giving directions about roles, but the whole thing is awkward. ms. chupa is quite

good, but i've "lost that lovin' feeling". i need to add that i'm pretty old, so happy-endings are not easy anymore; mr. happy is a moody-bastard.

i'm pretty discouraged, so i say: 'cut', we'll fix-it in the screening-room. the girls are worried about being paid. i tell them i'm going to pay

them, even though i think they ruined it for me. i'm dressed and heading out the door in seconds. i say i'll pay them as we walk back to duarte

together. i don't want them demanding more than bargained while still in the room. i'm outside the room waving money at them: come get your money

i. e. outside the hotel. i pay them as agreed and head back to duarte via route-69. i spend some time there dancing 'teaching bachata' to one of

the waitresses / wgs. she's very interesting to me; young and cute, but bitter about her new life as a wg. i ask her why she hadn't learned to dance

bachata with a previous boyfriend; she knows every word to every bachata-song played; i enjoy listening to her sing. i didn't understand everything

she said, due to my weak spanish. i think she said that she had a boyfriend for a short-time, but she could never have a real-boyfriend again, since

she worked there now. she goes outside to talk with the other girls. i decide to move-on and pass her thanking her for the dance. she gives me a

cynical brush-off.

i walk towards 'el centro' again; ever-so-slowly. as i cross the barrier (street closure) where the motoconchos hang-out, i get the typical hustle

trying to steer me to one of the casas i. e. casa iraisa. this guy looks like such a pimp because he's wearing a hat that looks sleezy. i go to a

spot i've found along the wall just short of the danger-zone. i'm strong enough to boost myself up and sit on top looking about. normally, this is

a good vantage point to view the action and survey the area for worthwhile targets. however, i'm the only tourist of any kind around, so i don't

fade in the background as i wanted. the hat-hustler comes over again and starts in with the casa iraisa spiel "check it out. beautiful girls", etc.

he then starts trying to introduce me to the duarte street-girls that are moving along. i've been oriented to the 'chico' street-hustle, so i don't

want anything where he can ask for a commission. it's very difficult for me, but i have to learn to 'just be rude' to these guys. once you say

'one word' to them, an acknowledgement of any kind, and they are all over you trying to get a 'finder's fee' for what you do. so, i blow-off a cute

chica (a little budgy, but typical for dr girls) because the hat-pimp tried to get 'in the middle'. he eventually leaves me alone.

a negra comes by; tall and slim; not pretty, but kind of cute (scale 5-6). she has a nice personality and is working hard to 'make a sale'. she's

promising me everything and bidding low: 500 for a hotel on the strip. 200 at my hotel. i can't believe how cheap and wonder if i should have 'any

kind of contact' with someone willing to go that low. anyway, i figure she'll ask for more later. i like her and decide to see if she delivers as

promised. we walk up the street to the hotel. since she has dark-skin and her first-name is 'luciene', i ask her if she is from port-au-prince.

she says 'yes'. i again wonder about demographics and probabilities. i never saw her without her clothes, but was amazed that she had no apparent

baby-damage. i asked her how many kids and she said: '3'. i guess they know how to dress to show off what looks good and hide what doesn't.

anyway, luciane delivers with 'well acted' enthusiasm. i request a massage with oral back and front. she goes down on me, all the way, as i tug

mr. happy into 'givin' up the leche'. she takes it in her mouth, but quickly transfers it to her 'cupped hand', then springs for the bathroom.

after we dress, i give her one 500 pesos note, she pleads for a second, which i quickly give-up; as i wanted to give it to her anyway. she expresses

joy that 'now her kids can eat, etc. etc. ' as we ready to leave, she runs 'bus-fare game' on me. i'm happy, because i want an excuse to give her

more. she 'gives praise to jesus' after i give her $12 american that is loose in my pocket.

i'm guilty of over-paying on a few occasions, and falling prey to sympathy-game on other occasions; so, i've gotten tougher with money, but on

this occasion, i was happy to give 'more than agreed' and was thankful she gave me what i needed to 'get over the top'. she was worth more, but

had to 'compete on price', due to 'what she is' and the 'buyer's market' now in bc.

i walked with luciene down the hill and said goodbye as she headed for 'el centro' where she met me, while i went back to route-69 to socialize with

the young wg i had been dancing with earlier. the place 'is dead' at this point, as all action is moving to the discotecas at 12pm. i find her in

the back playing pool (slop-ball) with one of the other cuties that 'work' there. i like 'chiquitas', so i'm eyeing the other cutie as well.

there's a big, healthy looking gal that has been there all night. she looks like she could give a wild-ride. she looks good in her cling-on club-

dress. the other little cuties look like they're too new to know how to 'dress to kill'. i watch them play slop-ball for a few minutes. the girl

i'm interested in conspicuously ignores me. i knew she was bitter, but simple good-manners are 'always in fashion'. the amazon asks me if i'm

there for 'a chica'. i tell her who i'm interested in. she calls to her. the call is ignored. she goes over to talk to her and she says she has

someone interested on facebook. i'm not sure what is going-on, but i've invested enough for this trip; on to the discoteca.

discoteca batey is on the second floor of a building just before the first street-barricade at the east-end; lots of motoconchos there and other

numerous hang-outs. i go up the stairs to the open-air club; it's just starting to 'fill up'; and 'fill up' it does; very little dancing room.

there are many local hombres just standing near the dance-floor watching. there are many chicas; typically in groups of 2, or more; looking un-

loved. as i entered, i stood between the entrance and the dance-floor gazing around trying to get a feel for the atmosphere. i had been there

early in the evening for a quick drink, but now the dynamic is different and rapidly changing. i stand and enjoy the music. i've been 'trying to

learn latin dance', so with much effort, can do the basic steps and simple turns for salsa and bachata. i'm enjoying the music and dancing a little

with myself. two 'chicas' next to me indicate their interest, so i begin a chat and a little joking; although it's mostly body-language. the two

are very average dominicanas (scale 3-4) , one a negra and the other morena; but i'm having fun being near them as i try to understand the place. i

scan for knockouts. there are none, although i see a gal that rated 7-8. she's a rubia with the classic spanish-beauty looks e. g. long straight

black hair. she's with a friend and they look at me and joke about something. hard to say what. i'm still trying to get a feel for the place, so

i don't make a move; mistake. a few minutes later i look over again and she's gone. i don't know where. the place was so crowded by then, she may

have still been close, but not visible. here's the part i'm still trying to figure out: the girls seem to do a walkaround like they're looking or

advertising, or maybe just returning from 'taking a [CodeWord134]'. i wonder if i can just reach out and grab one; like i did at the disco in sd; but, since

they are all locals and i'm not sure of the ground-rules, i hesitate. i go to the boys-room and see the wg from down the street that i broke-off

talking to due to the hat-pimp. she gives me a look like 'we know what we're both here for'. i pass her up, but wonder. i can't figure out what

the 'terms & conditions' are here: mostly regular local girls, mostly pros / semis? ; or, is it as the impression that i'm getting that this way of

viewing dr women is just too simple. anyway, by now i'm getting tired and don't care. except one of the girls that i was hang'in with is rubbing

my arms offering me 'a masaje' at my hotel-room; so, i think i answered part of the question. finally, i say i'm going for my hotel. she asks if

she's coming. i say yes. she smiles. she gives me a fairly decent message as she watches television and i fall asleep. in the morning we wake-up,

she gives some mediocre oral and i pull-out the only two condoms i have. she wraps me and gets on while i hide my sore-eyes under my tee-shirt. we

hear a pop as the condom breaks. i get up and wipe off and get the other 'trojan ultra thin'. i pull her up for 'perro'. she leans on the side of

the bed while i go to work. after a while i'm feeling it building-fast. i think: this feels too good. sure enough, the condom has disintegrated.

as i pull the remains off, i get a whiff of her fluid; a little 'too rich' smelling. i immediately go for a shower, get out and put on my pants.

all i want now is a cup of coffee. she makes the play for money: 'give me what you want' is what i interpret. since i've heard this before, i start

low and wait for the complaint. she complains at 1 mil. i increase the bid with another 500 pesos note. she says give me 2 mil total. that's the

magic-number. not that great of an experience, but not her fault; i was tired and those condoms are unreliable. i've been told by 'the pros' to

add extra lube. they say a well-lubed condom will not break, while a dry-one, of any kind, will. i'll put that to the test!

that was all 'the action' for that trip, since i was on the airplane by 1pm. i hope you enjoyed my mis-adventures. i have a few other stories, if

you guys are interested; many providing the 'gringo experience'.

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good report, ronrico!

[RonRico2013]

this is my first-post.

i had to count the stamps in my passport: i've been to dr roughly 17 times in the past year. i've 'rtff' extensively. not 100% of dr, but almost

everything relevant to my travel plans; from the beginning of time. i'm posting now because 'i owe this forum'. many thanks to jao, old kool,

orgasmico, boricoa, and many others that gave me the confidence to explore. i'm waiting for jao to provide gps coordinates i. e. go to this 8-digit

location, pesos in left hand. in other hand.

i've been reluctant to post, because i'm not a seasoned monger like most of the other guys posting here. but, i've always guessed that there were

more guys like me (lightweights) reading here than the hardcore-guys. for me, mongering is an 'interim solution' when you don't have a 'regular

girl', or a pressure-relief-valve when the regular-girl gets on your nerves, or for some crazy reason, you need 'to get strange'.

i had some personal business in southeast dr. i flew into santo domingo (cheapest flights) and rented a car and took the novia. she loves to get

out of the bario, and seems to genuinely enjoy my company. so, it was a great trip along the southcoast highway (autopista numero 3) ; fairly

modern; almost complete, bypassing the slow traffic, save la romana. all went well, except she was begging me to spend my last night with her. i

think she 'sensed' that i was putting distance between us in more ways then one. i made excuses and finally got away around 8 or 9pm.

i started the drive from northwest santo domingo to boca chica. bc is closer to the airport (next morning flight) , and i was dying to get back

there to see the freak-show, and maybe be part of it. i was coming from the north going along autopista duarte. it was dark now, and i had promised

myself to avoid driving on unfamiliar territory at night. there's a not too obvious turn that you must make to head south to get on the direct road

to the airport and bc beyond. i missed the turn (done this a couple times). this puts you over the bridge northeast to santo domingo este. i

think you can tell how much political power the people have in dr by the trash. if the people aren't important, the government doesn't bother to

collect the garbage. my favorite place is out by the national park in northern sd. people throw their trash down the side of the hill. it looks

like the government installed a metal-shoot, but it gets missed. you have a very visible hillside decorated with trashbags, etc.

it's saturday night, so traffic is heavy. there are many fender-benders holding up the poorly-designed traffic patterns. finally, i'm coming up on

a shopping-mall while looking for a clearly marked major road; this is challenging in the dr. there are numerous people on the street and standing

near the bus-stops across from the mall. but, there's one that stands out: a tall nice looking babe stroking her hair; a little too much stroking.

i'm curious. i circle back and stop well beyond where she's standing. i look back. she sees me and comes over to the car. up close, not quite so

good: facial blemishes and perhaps some baby-damage (e. g. small fat-roll over tight-pants). i'm beyond spanish 101; maybe 103, but still not

conversational. i don't use it. i make a little light conversation in simple-english. she points to her ear to indicate 'no eschucha'; she doesn't

'hear' or understand what i'm saying. so, i move on. i felt it was too risky: non-tourist area, me being 'a stick-out gringo' with only crude-

spanish, chica with zero english; plus, others on this site have advised 'not to even be in this part-of-town'; although, you can say that for much

of dr, if you let it worry you. i don't, but do use some appropriate caution. i think next time i'll try my crude-spanish: 'hola preciosa, juntos

este noche? '. the training-point here is 'there are chicas everywhere' in the dr.

got to bc and checked in to the hotel garant. i've used this several times per recommendation here. i also recommend it, as it's off the main strip

and away from the really noisy parts, but still less than 2-blocks to calle duarte (ground-zero) , or the casas in the other direction; which i

haven't tried. i had no trouble getting a room without a reservation, bc has few tourists right now.

i took all my 'energy pills', got showered, 'dressed for success', and headed to 'the strip'. from hotel garant, i walk straight downhill to

duarte. in front is route-69. there are a couple tourist-types sitting talking to the girls. as i have garnered, the waitresses here are all

working-girls, but not aggressive. i think many girls new to the lifestyle start here. sometimes they score, sometimes not.

i turned right and headed down duarte towards 'el centro' i. e. piano-bar / el criolla. i approached with caution, as there was a line of around 10-12

chicas sitting at the tables, but no prospects in sight. fortunately, i had a pre-conceived excuse for 'running the gauntlet', since i was out of

pesos and was heading for the bank across from el parque. good for me, because a big-girl latched-on. i had to insist on going to the bank

'alone'.

on the way back, i walked along the curb behind the chicas, but made the mistake of turning back (i wanted to assess the offerings). one jumped up

and started her sales-spiel. she had a pretty brown face; a little cute (scale 6-7) ; never saw her body; i think she was overweight. so, i listened

as i walked. it was all standard, but then mr. happy starts waking-up. we are then joined by another pro-looking gal; more negra-looking. she's

nothing to brag about on this blog, she was so plain you'd ignore her (scale 3-4) under most circumstances; but she starts telling me how much she

likes 'chupa'. i've been rather disappointed in my novias enthusiasm for this, so i start getting interested; mostly in the form of a growing

presence by mr. happy. so, i say ok to both; after quantifying them on price. we walk up the hill to the hotel. outside, i stop outside the

front-gate and lean against the wall looking at them dead-on for the first-time, with words to the effect: you guys said 1 mil each, right? oh yes,

they nodded.

we get in the room, the 'chupa' bragger goes to the bathroom, i grab the other by the shoulders and dance her over to a chair and formally introduce

mr. happy. she goes to work with respectable zeal. ms. chupa comes out of the bathroom and starts talking to the other. this is what i don't like

about tag-team when you don't know the language well. they're interacting with each other, and you're only catching a word here or there. then the

bomb-drops: they start asking me to up-the-price; albeit using soft-sell: 'please papi. dos mil each'; but here's what's not fair: while running

'chupa' on me. so, now mr. happy goes from +10 to maybe a +3. i'm giving directions about roles, but the whole thing is awkward. ms. chupa is quite

good, but i've "lost that lovin' feeling". i need to add that i'm pretty old, so happy-endings are not easy anymore; mr. happy is a moody-bastard.

i'm pretty discouraged, so i say: 'cut', we'll fix-it in the screening-room. the girls are worried about being paid. i tell them i'm going to pay

them, even though i think they ruined it for me. i'm dressed and heading out the door in seconds. i say i'll pay them as we walk back to duarte

together. i don't want them demanding more than bargained while still in the room. i'm outside the room waving money at them: come get your money

i. e. outside the hotel. i pay them as agreed and head back to duarte via route-69. i spend some time there dancing 'teaching bachata' to one of

the waitresses / wgs. she's very interesting to me; young and cute, but bitter about her new life as a wg. i ask her why she hadn't learned to dance

bachata with a previous boyfriend; she knows every word to every bachata-song played; i enjoy listening to her sing. i didn't understand everything

she said, due to my weak spanish. i think she said that she had a boyfriend for a short-time, but she could never have a real-boyfriend again, since

she worked there now. she goes outside to talk with the other girls. i decide to move-on and pass her thanking her for the dance. she gives me a

cynical brush-off.

i walk towards 'el centro' again; ever-so-slowly. as i cross the barrier (street closure) where the motoconchos hang-out, i get the typical hustle

trying to steer me to one of the casas i. e. casa iraisa. this guy looks like such a pimp because he's wearing a hat that looks sleezy. i go to a

spot i've found along the wall just short of the danger-zone. i'm strong enough to boost myself up and sit on top looking about. normally, this is

a good vantage point to view the action and survey the area for worthwhile targets. however, i'm the only tourist of any kind around, so i don't

fade in the background as i wanted. the hat-hustler comes over again and starts in with the casa iraisa spiel "check it out. beautiful girls", etc.

he then starts trying to introduce me to the duarte street-girls that are moving along. i've been oriented to the 'chico' street-hustle, so i don't

want anything where he can ask for a commission. it's very difficult for me, but i have to learn to 'just be rude' to these guys. once you say

'one word' to them, an acknowledgement of any kind, and they are all over you trying to get a 'finder's fee' for what you do. so, i blow-off a cute

chica (a little budgy, but typical for dr girls) because the hat-pimp tried to get 'in the middle'. he eventually leaves me alone.

a negra comes by; tall and slim; not pretty, but kind of cute (scale 5-6). she has a nice personality and is working hard to 'make a sale'. she's

promising me everything and bidding low: 500 for a hotel on the strip. 200 at my hotel. i can't believe how cheap and wonder if i should have 'any

kind of contact' with someone willing to go that low. anyway, i figure she'll ask for more later. i like her and decide to see if she delivers as

promised. we walk up the street to the hotel. since she has dark-skin and her first-name is 'luciene', i ask her if she is from port-au-prince.

she says 'yes'. i again wonder about demographics and probabilities. i never saw her without her clothes, but was amazed that she had no apparent

baby-damage. i asked her how many kids and she said: '3'. i guess they know how to dress to show off what looks good and hide what doesn't.

anyway, luciane delivers with 'well acted' enthusiasm. i request a massage with oral back and front. she goes down on me, all the way, as i tug

mr. happy into 'givin' up the leche'. she takes it in her mouth, but quickly transfers it to her 'cupped hand', then springs for the bathroom.

after we dress, i give her one 500 pesos note, she pleads for a second, which i quickly give-up; as i wanted to give it to her anyway. she expresses

joy that 'now her kids can eat, etc. etc. ' as we ready to leave, she runs 'bus-fare game' on me. i'm happy, because i want an excuse to give her

more. she 'gives praise to jesus' after i give her $12 american that is loose in my pocket.

i'm guilty of over-paying on a few occasions, and falling prey to sympathy-game on other occasions; so, i've gotten tougher with money, but on

this occasion, i was happy to give 'more than agreed' and was thankful she gave me what i needed to 'get over the top'. she was worth more, but

had to 'compete on price', due to 'what she is' and the 'buyer's market' now in bc.

i walked with luciene down the hill and said goodbye as she headed for 'el centro' where she met me, while i went back to route-69 to socialize with

the young wg i had been dancing with earlier. the place 'is dead' at this point, as all action is moving to the discotecas at 12pm. i find her in

the back playing pool (slop-ball) with one of the other cuties that 'work' there. i like 'chiquitas', so i'm eyeing the other cutie as well.

there's a big, healthy looking gal that has been there all night. she looks like she could give a wild-ride. she looks good in her cling-on club-

dress. the other little cuties look like they're too new to know how to 'dress to kill'. i watch them play slop-ball for a few minutes. the girl

i'm interested in conspicuously ignores me. i knew she was bitter, but simple good-manners are 'always in fashion'. the amazon asks me if i'm

there for 'a chica'. i tell her who i'm interested in. she calls to her. the call is ignored. she goes over to talk to her and she says she has

someone interested on facebook. i'm not sure what is going-on, but i've invested enough for this trip; on to the discoteca.

discoteca batey is on the second floor of a building just before the first street-barricade at the east-end; lots of motoconchos there and other

numerous hang-outs. i go up the stairs to the open-air club; it's just starting to 'fill up'; and 'fill up' it does; very little dancing room.

there are many local hombres just standing near the dance-floor watching. there are many chicas; typically in groups of 2, or more; looking un-

loved. as i entered, i stood between the entrance and the dance-floor gazing around trying to get a feel for the atmosphere. i had been there

early in the evening for a quick drink, but now the dynamic is different and rapidly changing. i stand and enjoy the music. i've been 'trying to

learn latin dance', so with much effort, can do the basic steps and simple turns for salsa and bachata. i'm enjoying the music and dancing a little

with myself. two 'chicas' next to me indicate their interest, so i begin a chat and a little joking; although it's mostly body-language. the two

are very average dominicanas (scale 3-4) , one a negra and the other morena; but i'm having fun being near them as i try to understand the place. i

scan for knockouts. there are none, although i see a gal that rated 7-8. she's a rubia with the classic spanish-beauty looks e. g. long straight

black hair. she's with a friend and they look at me and joke about something. hard to say what. i'm still trying to get a feel for the place, so

i don't make a move; mistake. a few minutes later i look over again and she's gone. i don't know where. the place was so crowded by then, she may

have still been close, but not visible. here's the part i'm still trying to figure out: the girls seem to do a walkaround like they're looking or

advertising, or maybe just returning from 'taking a [CodeWord134]'. i wonder if i can just reach out and grab one; like i did at the disco in sd; but, since

they are all locals and i'm not sure of the ground-rules, i hesitate. i go to the boys-room and see the wg from down the street that i broke-off

talking to due to the hat-pimp. she gives me a look like 'we know what we're both here for'. i pass her up, but wonder. i can't figure out what

the 'terms & conditions' are here: mostly regular local girls, mostly pros / semis? ; or, is it as the impression that i'm getting that this way of

viewing dr women is just too simple. anyway, by now i'm getting tired and don't care. except one of the girls that i was hang'in with is rubbing

my arms offering me 'a masaje' at my hotel-room; so, i think i answered part of the question. finally, i say i'm going for my hotel. she asks if

she's coming. i say yes. she smiles. she gives me a fairly decent message as she watches television and i fall asleep. in the morning we wake-up,

she gives some mediocre oral and i pull-out the only two condoms i have. she wraps me and gets on while i hide my sore-eyes under my tee-shirt. we

hear a pop as the condom breaks. i get up and wipe off and get the other 'trojan ultra thin'. i pull her up for 'perro'. she leans on the side of

the bed while i go to work. after a while i'm feeling it building-fast. i think: this feels too good. sure enough, the condom has disintegrated.

as i pull the remains off, i get a whiff of her fluid; a little 'too rich' smelling. i immediately go for a shower, get out and put on my pants.

all i want now is a cup of coffee. she makes the play for money: 'give me what you want' is what i interpret. since i've heard this before, i start

low and wait for the complaint. she complains at 1 mil. i increase the bid with another 500 pesos note. she says give me 2 mil total. that's the

magic-number. not that great of an experience, but not her fault; i was tired and those condoms are unreliable. i've been told by 'the pros' to

add extra lube. they say a well-lubed condom will not break, while a dry-one, of any kind, will. i'll put that to the test!

that was all 'the action' for that trip, since i was on the airplane by 1pm. i hope you enjoyed my mis-adventures. i have a few other stories, if

you guys are interested; many providing the 'gringo experience'.

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[El Lobo Solo]

Someone pmed me saying that I should make clarification. If you go to one of the big fancy fuck houses like 305 then yes, they will not come much off of the price. But there are other more smaller places around where the prices are not carved in stone. They don't have names. You will know them because they have Christmas lights around the tinted glass door. Just ring the bell and someone will let you in. I never see people talking about these cheaper places on here. Why is that?

Hey Thanks guys for the info. I will also volunteer to investigate the no-name casas if I can get a little bit more help locating one or more of them. But that will have to wait until around November. I'm booked for the BB resort (okay I feel lazy so take it easy guys) in October. I've been mostly in Peru for the last few years but decided to branch out again this fall. I have very fond memories of Sosua from my one trip in 2008. But the posts from SD and Boca Chica have me interested, too.