Weekdays have many chicas and at a cheaper price. I have always love the day shift. There are fewer mongers so chicas more needy of pesos. I prefer weekday over weekends cause I am not a fan of crowds.
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Weekdays have many chicas and at a cheaper price. I have always love the day shift. There are fewer mongers so chicas more needy of pesos. I prefer weekday over weekends cause I am not a fan of crowds.
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Interesting, I've never even been past Coahuila on Revolucion since it looks like a residential area. Wonder why it's located away from everything else and why they are charging more. I always thought they where on the main tourist strip which would make sense for their price gouging.
BTW, where did you get this map and are there maps of other massage/bars?
i scraped together a few bucks and decided it was time to hit tj again. i’m gonna have to figure out the bus thing, i guess. it’s now approaching $75 for a tank of gas, which is what it takes to get there and back. which sux, big time. :(
earlier in the week i texted an old fave from cc who i hadn’t seen in months, just to see if she was still around. turns out she doesn’t work cc much anymore, as biz is too slow to justify the long shifts, and, to be honest, at 45, ms. helena is a bit past her sell-by date. but, to make up for it, she’s very loca (in a good way) and a whole lot of fun.
she had family commitments this weekend, so a tln was out. but we arranged to have dinner and some “other” activities. she said she’d pick me up at 5:00 in front of mcdonald’s.
so, about 5:45, she pulled up in a friend’s car. she was happy to see me, i was happy to sit down after standing around, looking like a lost tourist, for the better part of an hour. she explained to me how gringos are always so punctual!
she wanted to know where i wanted to eat. i just wanted something different, as long as it was good. so, she drives to chiki jai. it’s on la revu, ne corner, immediately across the street from the jai alai fronton. i don’t remember if it’s been mentioned on the board before. they specialize in spanish tapas, and the food is very good. it’s also rather expensive, by tj standards (and phord standards). we had a total of 5 dishes, and a glass of wine each. set me back just under $40 with tip. but, the service and the food were top notch. i guess it’s been there since 1947, so they must be doing something right.
she said that she wanted to eat first, as light meals were an aphrodisiac, as far as she was concerned. a little food, a little wine, etc., etc. who was i to argue? i was also entertained by her philosophy on life, love, religion and relationships. fascinating. you just can’t make this stuff up.
now it was time for the main event. she asks me if i want to go to a hotel. i said sure, where is good? she thinks, then says that a cheap hotel isn’t too safe, and that it’s going to be $25 or more. she has a friend who has a room we can rent for the princely sum of $25, and that it will really help her friend out, and that her friend told her that whenever she needed to bring somebody over, no problem. hmm. “do you trust me?” “sure, why not!” and off we went.
it turns out that ms. laura’s shop is about 3 blocks west of adelita, on coahuila. we pull up and park across the street. as we get out, a nice guy on a bike rides up. it’s one of lady h’s friends who lives around there. i’m introduced, the guy is extremely nice, she explains that she used to live in an apartment building a few doors down, etc., etc. i feel like the world’s biggest pervert. here we are in a semi-residential area of town, and she’s introducing the john-du-jour to her acquaintances. you can’t make this shit up.
ms. l looks to be around 60, average size, a bit of flab around the middle, but not fat. if you look close you can see the traces of what was probably a very attractive face. i suspected she was pretty hot in her day. she runs an extremely modest shop selling used clothing and assorted knick-knacks. the clothing is mostly second-hand “hooker wear.” shower and toilet in one corner, a bedroom in another. i quickly realize that this isn’t some spare room the lady has, but she lives here and it’s her bedroom we’re gonna use. now i really feel like the world’s biggest pervert.
i hang around and watch them, out of the corner of my eye, change the linen and make the bed. lady h comes out and tells me to wash my hands, which i do. then she hands me her toothbrush, already loaded with paste, and tells me to brush my teeth. i do so, meekly. i’m not sure, but i think i keep hearing rod serling’s voice somewhere.
now i’m told to wait in the bedroom. so, i go in and close the door. i’m staring at the blank walls, listening to the just-too-loud radio and questioning my sanity. oh, well. i kick off my shoes and relax on the bed. suddenly, ms. l comes bopping in. she’s after her lighter, and tells me to lay back down. two minutes later, she’s back and wants to know if i want any refrescos. we decided on a tecate. i start to relax some more, and begin to wonder if it’s a radio or a cd of “soft” oldies. turns out to be a cd, cuz it starts to skip. badly. i start to laugh. here i am in a strange town, in a stranger’s bedroom, getting ready to do the deed on her bed, the cd is skipping like mad, and everyone thinks this is perfectly normal. i don’t think it can get any weirder. but i’m wrong.
eventually, lady h shows up in leopard underwear, covered by a see-though negligee. nice. she starts a little bump-n-grind, starts to unbutton my shirt, etc. then ms. l comes in with the beer. lady h doesn’t drink beer, so i give one to ms. l. she then takes off her sweater, sits on the edge of the bed, opposite me, and we all begin to chat. lady h likes the music and lays on the bed and begins her “floor dance” routine. everything but the chrome pole. about half-way through the song, lady h slips the negligee down and takes off her bra. (she has rather nice, full, saline implants. as far as implants go, i like the saline a lot more than the silicone). ms. l just nods her approval. things have just gotten weirder.
by now i’ve figured out that ms. l isn’t your ordinary shopkeeper. as a joke, as lady h is finishing up her squirming, i ask her why she isn’t dancing, too. i guess my lame-ass spanish didn’t come out too well. lady h tells me that ms. l will dance with me. ms l stands up. ok. i’m game. i stand up and take her into my arms and we do a slow box-step at the end of the bed. ms l apparently likes it. she pulls closer and starts, tastefully, running her hands up and down my back. the weird-o-meter has just pegged. i’m sure i see rod serling’s ghost standing in the corner. i’m not sure what i’m gonna do if they want a three-way! :eek:
luckily, that didn’t happen and ms. l finally excused herself and went out to watch tv. now we can get down to business. lots of kissing, body-to-body massage, lots of touching. she likes this strawberry-flavored (and scented) spray, and uses it on me liberally. i wind up smelling like my sister’s strawberry shortcake dolls. she then hops up, grabs the condom and opens it. not so fast, we don’t need that yet. i flip her around and head south. she drops the condom wrapper on the floor. the food thing must work, as she’s ready. a few minutes later she has an earth-shaking orgasm.
now it’s my turn. i lay back, she goes to grab the condom and can’t find it. she gets up and turns on the light. i look for it on the floor where she dropped the wrapper. can’t find it. she opens the door and hollers for ms. l to go get us another condom! i say no, just wait a second, and i have another if necessary. i find it on the bed. lights out and back to business. man, what a buzzkill. did i mention that, during all of this, that damn cd is skipping to beat the band. it’s really hard to concentrate when you’re listening to her with one ear, and getting every fourth word of john lennon’s imagine blasted into the other.
so, more body-to-body rub, more kissing, and she loses the condom again. luckily, she finds it again. she pops it into her mouth, then proceeds to put it on and roll it down. look, ma! no hands! then it’s on to some nice cg (during which she mentions that the music is just like us, crazy), rcg, then sort of an rcg while laying on your side. then it’s up to doggie. we finally finish with mish, and i collapse, exhausted.
after clean-up, i ask what sort of work ms l did before.
“oh, she work in adelita.”
“hmm. i thought as much. that explains a lot.”
“she is a very good friend. she helped me a lot when i first moved here. she
showed me how life in tijuana worked.”
“ella tiene esposo?”
“si, dos.”
“dos?”
“one in mexico city, the other in the usa.”
“no es ilegal?”
“if it’s in the same country, you have a problem. but not in two counties!”
“oh.”
so, i tucked $100 into lady h’s bra for about 90 minutes of hard work. i gave ms. l $30 to cover the room and beer. we said our goodbyes, and lady h told me that if i was every in town, and if she wasn’t available, that ms. l would take care of me! i think she was only half joking. :)
lady h offered to drive me to la linea, but i told her i was meeting a friend in la valentina. so, she dropped me off on the corner of coahuila and constitucion. all in all, an interesting experience. as i said before, you just can’t make up shit like this, even if you try.
i’ll continue the remainder of the evening in the cc thread.
pp
Nice TR. I recall a Helena from CC with Red hair, nice large tits and about the same age. Is it the same girl? If so, she's a sweet thing and a great session. We walked to her place one night and TLN'd. If it's the same girl, she's a trooper and a veteran. Proof that the older girls can deliver the great sessions.
Country John
[QUOTE=Country John]Nice TR. I recall a Helena from CC with Red hair, nice large tits and about the same age. Is it the same girl? If so, she's a sweet thing and a great session. We walked to her place one night and TLN'd. If it's the same girl, she's a trooper and a veteran. Proof that the older girls can deliver the great sessions.
Country John[/QUOTE]
As they say in Thailand, same-same.
P
Nice Story FjordFan. That sucks though, I try being friendly with a lot of the chicas so I can try to get them to go eat with me or something. Basically so I can see them outside of the Zona but none ever budge. One that I frequent, I convinced her to give me her phone number so that we can arrange to spend some time together on one of her days off, but anytime I call her, she seems distracted and looking for anyway to cut the conversation short. Then when I see her at the bar, she's like "Why don't you call or text me?" Of course I text'd her once but she never replied. And when I bring up that she doesn't want to talk when on the phone, she denies it. When I do ask her about spending some time together on one of her days off she just tells me she's busy and that If I want to see her, I should just see her at the bar. Next time I see her, I'll tell her I'm not going to bother calling her anymore.
There was also this other girl who lives in So Cal but works in AB. She stays in TJ for a few months, works then returns to So Cal and remains for a few months, then repeats. I told her we should spend some time together when she returns since she was mentioning how she has no one back in the states and how she's usually bored. I told her I wasn't looking to hook up for sex or for any kind of commitment but just so we could hang out together. She wanted to but said that if we do get together, that it should be so we can become boyfriend/girlfriend. I was like, "Yeah, sure okay." I gave her my phone number and told her to call me when she returns to L.A. She promised that she would but never did. She lied so I plan to tell her off next time I see her.
Why give the chicas the satisfaction of allowing them to know you noticed. Since you both know you called or text ,when they ask the lie " why did you not call" just say you have been busy. You both know the truth. Why have they not called or text you? Price is same. Do not be lured and baited.
The girls have been told so many times by so many guys how lovely they are that now they feel it's just a mind fuck and 80% of the time they are right. Put yourself in their panties for a minute. They are doing whatever works to get by from one week to the next and they probably have more baggage than a Japanese tour bus because of the bullshit they beleived from guys in the past.
Many guys make sincere efforts to reach them and every so often, maybe once in a blue moon, the warm and tender hand of love reaches blindly out to find them. Unfortunately it seldom works out and a lot of otherwise good people are left to the only means they know to get by, the 'hustle" in an industry with a slimy underbelly.
Mongers, for the most part, have really no idea of just how tough some of these people got it. No sense in dragging it out here, but I encourage mongers to be nice to the girls and that's why. Most of 'em got it pretty tough.
Helena stikes me as the kind of girl that would love to be grabbed by a guy with a good heart and good intentions. She likes to smoke weed, but no hard drugs. She had a mini fitness center in her tiny place when I TLN'd her, her body as in remarkable shape for a girl her age.
Everyone that crosses the border and goes to the Zona is looking for one thing and that ain't an enduring relationship and the girls know it. They have you sized up as soon as you part the curtains and anything beyond a session upstairs will be a hard sell for anything more than a free meal, or maybe a free night off property.
Discouraging I know but always worth the try for the right girl.
Be safe and be nice.
Country John
Efjayel, who is the chick that you know? Any pic or can you describe what she looks like? Pm me if you want.
[QUOTE=Efjayel]Nice Story FjordFan. That sucks though, I try being friendly with a lot of the chicas so I can try to get them to go eat with me or something. Basically so I can see them outside of the Zona but none ever budge. One that I frequent, I convinced her to give me her phone number so that we can arrange to spend some time together on one of her days off, but anytime I call her, she seems distracted and looking for anyway to cut the conversation short. Then when I see her at the bar, she's like "Why don't you call or text me?" Of course I text'd her once but she never replied. And when I bring up that she doesn't want to talk when on the phone, she denies it. When I do ask her about spending some time together on one of her days off she just tells me she's busy and that If I want to see her, I should just see her at the bar. Next time I see her, I'll tell her I'm not going to bother calling her anymore.
There was also this other girl who lives in So Cal but works in AB. She stays in TJ for a few months, works then returns to So Cal and remains for a few months, then repeats. I told her we should spend some time together when she returns since she was mentioning how she has no one back in the states and how she's usually bored. I told her I wasn't looking to hook up for sex or for any kind of commitment but just so we could hang out together. She wanted to but said that if we do get together, that it should be so we can become boyfriend/girlfriend. I was like, "Yeah, sure okay." I gave her my phone number and told her to call me when she returns to L.A. She promised that she would but never did. She lied so I plan to tell her off next time I see her.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, hooking up outside the bars seems to be a real hit-or-miss proposition.
I've had more luck with the "older" girls, as they probably don't get as much business and are happy for a few extra bucks and the attention. But, your personalities have to mesh a bit. And the older ones often aren't looking for Prince Charming any more, but are satisfied with more of a "friendship." At least in my limited experience.
If they're younger it's a lot more difficult, especially if you're older. Like more that 10 years apart. And if they live with kids or other family, forget it. You're either way at the bottom of their list or they don't want to be dragging some gringo around, making what they do painfully obvious to everyone.
Keep plugging away. You're bound to connect eventually. :)
PP
[QUOTE=Country John]
Helena stikes me as the kind of girl that would love to be grabbed by a guy with a good heart and good intentions. She likes to smoke weed, but no hard drugs. She had a mini fitness center in her tiny place when I TLN'd her, her body as in remarkable shape for a girl her age.
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That's pretty accurate. She's told me the equivalent on a number of occasions. She excercises regularly, and has a gym membership (she showed me) and claims she uses it regularly to play racquetball. She's a very interesting lady, and would probably make some "rich gringo" (her words) a great wife. That may never happen, but I hope, for her sake, that it does.
PP
Maybe it could be you, PP?
[QUOTE=Country John]The girls have been told so many times by so many guys how lovely they are that now they feel it's just a mind fuck and 80% of the time they are right. Put yourself in their panties for a minute. They are doing whatever works to get by from one week to the next and they probably have more baggage than a Japanese tour bus because of the bullshit they beleived from guys in the past.
Many guys make sincere efforts to reach them and every so often, maybe once in a blue moon, the warm and tender hand of love reaches blindly out to find them. Unfortunately it seldom works out and a lot of otherwise good people are left to the only means they know to get by, the 'hustle" in an industry with a slimy underbelly.
Be safe and be nice.
Country John[/QUOTE]
I'm not looking to hook up with them other than a friendship. I've told that to both of them. And actually the first girl, who I texted and talked to over the phone, I've told her that I understand if she doesn't want to talk or whatever cause outside the bar, it's her personal life away from all the crap of the prostitute life and there is no need to involve her personal life with her work life. So next time I see her I'll tell her I won't call her anymore. As for the second girl, I'm still gonna tell her off for lying to me about calling me but like always, I'm not going to be serious about it. If anything I'll say it like i'm kidding. Basically I just want to see what she'll say.
[QUOTE=Tjmee]Efjayel, who is the chick that you know? Any pic or can you describe what she looks like? Pm me if you want.[/QUOTE]
I'm your typical guy cause I don't like the idea of this girl being with anyone else but me. I know that's stupid being that she's a prostitute and all. But luckily in the bar I've never seen her being picked up by another guy. Although I did see her interact with a group of guys with her friend. I felt jealous. And again I know that's stupid but that's just me. She knows this too so she makes me want to sleep with her first before any other customers by saying, "I just came into work and you'll be my first today." Which I usually do.
So don't expect me to give out her name. I'll give out a few details though. She's short or a spinner as people like to say around here. Has dark hair, not too long. She isn't beautiful but more of that girl next door look. Has two kids. She's in her mid twenties I believe. And she has one of the greatest asses I have ever seen. A little shy when it comes to going upstairs cause she'll talk normally the whole time but when she asks if I want to go upstairs she'll bow her head a bit and whisper it. Although she's a GFE experience from the bar to the bed, really nice. I've been thinking about her all week actually. Man, I really need to go back so I can see her. Maybe some of you already know who she is. Just don't mention that you've been with her or else I might get jealous. lol
Efjayel LOL. I will go with you down there if you want. So you can point her out to me. Hahah