Monterrey

Prok has stated "it's all in fun"...so be it...I accept that. It doesn't destract me in the least from going between the posts, reading all that's here. Those who find his post distasteful can easily scroll through it. It doesn't bother me in the least. I would appreciate the postings significantly more if they were his actual experiences, and perhaps someday he will loosen up and give them up for real.

Ass whipping, no ass whipping, whatever...doesn't matter. If Prok decides to hang out some day with us he's welcome, or if he wants to post stories on here to prove a point, or if he wants to post stories to make fun, or he wants to post stories for whatever reason, it really makes no difference whatsoever.

It is all about having fun! He obviously put some work into writing the stories...I will gladly read them with interest, even if they are perhaps cartoonishly written for other, more sinister, reasons. When I read the forum, I have nothing else to do, so who cares...I suspect that he is possibly having fun on the forum for the first time in his life. Truly, I hope that is the case.

I don't need information from him, and if I did, I would simply ask for the specifics, just as I asked for specifics in the forum relative to the pricing that I can expect to pay in Monterrey next week before the holiday crunch. I know there is only one person on this board that has the insite to deliver on my inquiry, and that is Carlos, except of course, all others are invited to offer their explanations as well, and I will consider your comments with appreciation.

I will gladly consider all advice, but I also know that nobody but Carlos has responded, nor did I expect anyone else to respond, because, literally, there is nobody else that knows. Certainly, there is nobody else that's apparently choosing to contribute to this board with much in the way of reports where the same details have not already been rehashed a thousand times, or any other specific subject.

I would truly enjoy reading Prok's actual comments about his experiences, even with all the same kind of detail he has so eloquently presented, and perhaps he actually has such material locked deep inside his "devious" mind :-). Perhaps this kind of practice in writing eloquently will bring him out of his shell. It wouldn't take much to actually produce it, if in fact he decides that he is "trusting" enough to actually post his true thoughts and opionions about his experiences, whether they be mushy, logistical, emotional, contemplative, whatever...doesn't matter to me.

And, with respect to their length, or there "mushy" content, I would really like to hear the details of his actual experiences, along with his true thoughts and feelings, not a cartoonish copy of my stories, but his own thoughts and feelings about his own experiences. But, I accept them in the spirit in which he has offered them.

But, because Prok has offered the olive branch, all be it possibly tongue in cheek, and most likely with potential insincerity, I will try in every way possible to be as gracious as possible. No more harsh words from me, no criticisms...that is not me. Frankly, I welcome him to Monterrey, and would hang out with him, help him out any way I can, no problem.

If I find some more material next week when I am in Monterrey, he can look forward to a plethera of "enjoyable" reading material from me as well. :-) His posts serve to inspire me even further on, to produce even more prolifically than ever. For now, the way I see this most recent development, we are in a sort of literary competition. I feel the need to produce material with even more zeal, verdad?

I have already decided to target the street girl scene, I will produce reams of material on that study, just for all of our street girl officianados. I will try to report the cost, the names, the streets, the descriptions...I won't touch them with a ten foot pole. I will leave that to someone else. So, do not expect an "emotionally charged" assessment, other than perhaps my own comments of trepedation. But, do not expect a "heartfelt" assessment of their performance...I doubt that actually exists, but those who may know can certainly do a followup.

It is very boring during the day in Monterrey, and I will have nothing else to occupy my time. So, writing lengthy reports fills the time nicely. I will attempt to provide as many details as possible. So, the street girls are it. I will attempt to use Prok's style as a pre-requisite style for my upcoming report. I make this commitment provided I am not somehow distracted with more pressing matters, in which case a lengthy report of those escapades will most certainly follow.

See, Prok, look at the length of this post. See how you have inspired me on? There are no consequences to any of this. It is all meant in fun...who cares? I have much more important things to contemplate when I am not sitting at this keyboard than my on-line, anonymous persona on ISG, and by your recent submissions, you have apparently seen the light as well.

Actually, Prok...I have to say, I just read it again. It is actually pretty damned funny, really!!!!

[QUOTE=Wastedgman]Says what? Only fools rush in.

I'm shaking my head. I'm pulling my hair. I'm losing my mind.

I am Wasted.

I don't think this was meant as a report. Was it Proko?

If it is what I think it is, you two, Carlos and USb, are in for a major ass whipping.[/QUOTE]

Apologies to the management of the PDA, El Infinito or anyone else, living or dead, who may see themselves in this story. I have tried to squeeze as many inside jokes as possible into each sentence, all based upon the previous year of posts here. Happy you see the humor, USB. Of course it's loaded with sarcasm, but not meant to be cruel or insulting. It is a running gag and meant to be funny . . .

Cheers, -P

Insults?
Non taken....
Please stay in touch.

[QUOTE=Prokofiev]Apologies to the management of the PDA, El Infinito or anyone else, living or dead, who may see themselves in this story. I have tried to squeeze as many inside jokes as possible into each sentence, all based upon the previous year of posts here. Happy you see the humor, USB. Of course it's loaded with sarcasm, but not meant to be cruel or insulting. It is a running gag and meant to be funny . . .

Cheers, -P[/QUOTE]

It was funny...Really! I truly enjoyed it. At Carlos' expense, I actually found the part about the "arranged tour" to be most amusng. Of course, it is totally untrue with respect to Carlos. But, it was really quite amusing.

See, aren't you having fun!

WTF else is there to frickin' do when your stuck at home, in the wasteland of the US, wishing you were "somewhere" else, or in MTY during the daytime hours. There isn't shit to do in MTY during the day. Ask WastedG, he spent like 8-9 days there.

And, me, crap, I spend like a week at a time. Seriously, I look for shit to write about as much as possible, preferably new stuff to post, hopefully interesting, but obviously sometimes droning on to my own detriment. But, MTY can be quite boring month to month, especially during the day.

But, perhaps, daytime hours are more condusive to the massage scene. And, I have considered it, but I am an old fart, and I do not have the constitution of a young stud. So, I must conserve my energy for the club girls.

Well done, thanks for the entertainment...Now, you need to come up with a Spanish Song, or some other schtick. I already have a corner on the cookie thing, and you know, the Starburst jelly beans, and the pocket rockets, and I don't know...I am running out of ideas. To illustrate my total openess, I even invite grumpy old Milljust to the party...everybody lighten up, verdad!

Come on down, hang out with us...all of this will start to make sense...I hope :-)

[QUOTE=Prokofiev]Apologies to the management of the PDA, El Infinito or anyone else, living or dead, who may see themselves in this story. I have tried to squeeze as many inside jokes as possible into each sentence, all based upon the previous year of posts here. Happy you see the humor, USB. Of course it's loaded with sarcasm, but not meant to be cruel or insulting. It is a running gag and meant to be funny . . .

Cheers, -P[/QUOTE]

What's that old saying...uh, "Imitation is the best form of flattery." :-)

[QUOTE=Prokofiev]Apologies to the management of the PDA, El Infinito or anyone else, living or dead, who may see themselves in this story. I have tried to squeeze as many inside jokes as possible into each sentence, all based upon the previous year of posts here. Happy you see the humor, USB. Of course it's loaded with sarcasm, but not meant to be cruel or insulting. It is a running gag and meant to be funny . . .

Cheers, -P[/QUOTE]

Well USB... do not feel it was at my expense.
There is a guy a at my Monterrey Yahoo group,and this is before he realized it was me, he thought I was a taxi driver moving Wasted and Mr L around...!!!!
Wont be the first time, wont be the last time...
Turns out this guy is a very close neighbor of mine... told him later that he didn't offend me....


[QUOTE=UnospongeBob]It was funny...Really! I truly enjoyed it. At Carlos' expense, I actually found the part about the "arranged tour" to be most amusng. Of course, it is totally untrue with respect to Carlos. But, it was really quite amusing.

See, aren't you having fun!

WTF else is there to frickin' do when your stuck at home, in the wasteland of the US, wishing you were "somewhere" else, or in MTY during the daytime hours. There isn't shit to do in MTY during the day. Ask WastedG, he spent like 8-9 days there.

And, me, crap, I spend like a week at a time. Seriously, I look for shit to write about as much as possible, preferably new stuff to post, hopefully interesting, but obviously sometimes droning on to my own detriment. But, MTY can be quite boring month to month, especially during the day.

But, perhaps, daytime hours are more condusive to the massage scene. And, I have considered it, but I am an old fart, and I do not have the constitution of a young stud. So, I must conserve my energy for the club girls.

Well done, thanks for the entertainment...Now, you need to come up with a Spanish Song, or some other schtick. I already have a corner on the cookie thing, and you know, the Starburst jelly beans, and the pocket rockets, and I don't know...I am running out of ideas. To illustrate my total openess, I even invite grumpy old Milljust to the party...everybody lighten up, verdad!

Come on down, hang out with us...all of this will start to make sense...I hope :-)[/QUOTE]

I used to travel a lot to the USA during the 90's.
Went to the Los Angeles, Ca area for business at least once a month (sometimes up to 4 times a month) and 4 times a year to NYC
Always stayed at the BH Four Seasons at Doheny and Burton Way... and always expected nothing in the sense of action at that place, although the bar at the FS was hot, but action that went way over my head (it is still hot, I still go there every each other year).
The only time I got action was once and that's it.
I was seating at the bar nursing a tequila shot with a beer chaser, talking nonsense with a couple of guys and a hot shot gal from Oregon or Washington State (don't remember)... talk goes on and on and we start paying rounds, making fun of the Valley Girls that go to the FS, see if they get picked up by an exec of who-knows what company, etc, etc.
Well the Oregon/Washington gal suddenly leans over one of the guys and says: "wanna a quickie???"... well cornered that way I say yes. The guy he went over winks at me and says "lucky bastard... thought she had the hots for me".
Asides from a brief act of stupidity on the part of the FS security team that blocked our way on my room floor (which she took care of going ballistic telling them that if they thought she was a f****ing hooker and that she was also a guest there), I had my quickie.
After finishing and pay attention boys, she says "I knew you were and oral sex guy" (OK, I confess, tongue gave me out), mounts me, and on top of me cums again for a 2nd time... and she ends her orgasm asking me "OK, do I pay the next round or is it one of the guys at the bar????"
This, guys, is one of the COLDEST things I ever felt.
She was using me as a dildo (not the first time, though, had it with other girls too) and she just didn't care what ever my feelings were... you know, just like a regular cold hearted US SW.
Thought cross my mind: I never looked for it in the USA cause I knew it would be cold and impersonal... now I had my comfirmation.
Never looked for it again....
Though I was corraled by a lady psychiatrist at an elevator in San Francisco in December of 99... caught the flu in Frisco and I only wanted to go to bed.
You should have seen the look on her face.... mine too, she was a nice 40 year old doctor and she had the "look".
It was not to be.....












[QUOTE=Wastedgman]On the US side, yes, I was invited and I was very careful paying attention to everything while enjoying all at the same time. At no point did I leave my self open to any possibilities whatsoever. Although I was in the company of pros, I made sure, just in case, I could always bail. Trust me, I know.

On the MTY side, I always made friends with the locals as well. You know how social I am. On the other hand, I still make it clear that those girls are with me and they are not to be messed around with. I am as possessive as any other man, if not more. There was one time that one of the girls was talking to a male dancer, a big muscle man. I stepped in and he apologized and started to walk away. Keep in mind that the girl, X, is the one who start the conversation. But then I pulled him back and gave him permission to talk. Then laughed it off saying I was just joking.

Maybe not being a blond-haired blue-eyed white man helps a little. Many assume I am a local as well. In all the times I've been to those places, I have not seen anything threatening. I felt extremely comfortable and totally enjoyed myself.

Still, I always keep my eyes open … Until I get Wasted.

Wasted[/QUOTE]

There exists a profound cultural difference between, specifically, the girls of Mexico, not to mention Asia, South America, and Central America versus the US. I think the cultural differences are profound, and across the board. For example...

US girls identify with what they perceive will isolate them from even the next closest generation. Sociologically, I do not sense a desire by the girls of Mexico, or the other venues, to isolate themselve from the other generations to nearly the same degree.

That is why we have such a superior potential for ultimate satisfaction in Mexico, and the other venues, versus the US. Money is not the determining factor because the girls of the other venues are earning the same as the girls in the US, or much more, in comparison to the norm in their other respective economies. It is entirely a cultural difference that determines superior performance and not money.

[QUOTE=Carlos Perez]I used to travel a lot to the USA during the 90's.
Went to the Los Angeles, Ca area for business at least once a month (sometimes up to 4 times a month) and 4 times a year to NYC
Always stayed at the BH Four Seasons at Doheny and Burton Way... and always expected nothing in the sense of action at that place, although the bar at the FS was hot, but action that went way over my head (it is still hot, I still go there every each other year).
The only time I got action was once and that's it.
I was seating at the bar nursing a tequila shot with a beer chaser, talking nonsense with a couple of guys and a hot shot gal from Oregon or Washington State (don't remember)... talk goes on and on and we start paying rounds, making fun of the Valley Girls that go to the FS, see if they get picked up by an exec of who-knows what company, etc, etc.
Well the Oregon/Washington gal suddenly leans over one of the guys and says: "wanna a quickie???"... well cornered that way I say yes. The guy he went over winks at me and says "lucky bastard... thought she had the hots for me".
Asides from a brief act of stupidity on the part of the FS security team that blocked our way on my room floor (which she took care of going ballistic telling them that if they thought she was a f****ing hooker and that she was also a guest there), I had my quickie.
After finishing and pay attention boys, she says "I knew you were and oral sex guy" (OK, I confess, tongue gave me out), mounts me, and on top of me cums again for a 2nd time... and she ends her orgasm asking me "OK, do I pay the next round or is it one of the guys at the bar????"
This, guys, is one of the COLDEST things I ever felt.
She was using me as a dildo (not the first time, though, had it with other girls too) and she just didn't care what ever my feelings were... you know, just like a regular cold hearted US SW.
Thought cross my mind: I never looked for it in the USA cause I knew it would be cold and impersonal... now I had my comfirmation.
Never looked for it again....
Though I was corraled by a lady psychiatrist at an elevator in San Francisco in December of 99... caught the flu in Frisco and I only wanted to go to bed.
You should have seen the look on her face.... mine too, she was a nice 40 year old doctor and she had the "look".
It was not to be.....[/QUOTE]

Actually, this is not called a taste of your own medicine. This is called "Plagiarism." I knew I should have submitted it to the US Copywrite Department. Maybe I will do that, but then I can't really reach him in Morelia unless I send DOG the bounty hunter down there to bring him back alive :-) SHIT, the safe zone between Mexico and the US rares it's ugly head, but in reverse.

And to think I would have actually read his report had I not quickly first realized that MJ discoverd how to use the cut and past button early on in his esay. Much of what was posted eminates from my own postings, word for word, almost five years ago. I would have at least expected him to have the creativity that Prok displayed.

And, as you pointed out, most of the supposed "valuable information" in some spots, in spots where he used his own imagination as to what MTY is really like, such as the reference to Infinito being a "high end" club, is not accurate, not even with respect to logistics. That's really helpful to the newbies coming to MTY that we are all so concerned about "helping."

Frankly, I am fine with Prok's pokes at fun. I think his postings were made with sincerity, in fun, and in a conciliatory spirit. But, in this instance, it merely fuels the fire. I will have to contemplate my future writings when I finallly get into Monterrey. For now, I haven't any decent material to submit from the Wasteland. Let the games begin!!! But, unfortunately, since I am on MJ's "doube secret probabation" he can not read my challenges. But, somehow...I don't know...I kind of have this feeling that he reads every word.

Peace :-)


[QUOTE=Wastedgman]For heaven's sake... One USb is enough :-) now two?

Is this what they call a taste of your own medicine?

Mill - the "I" place aint got no couches. They got chairs with wrinkled cushions that'll make your ass sore. And neither do the girls go to the backroom. Their dressing rooms are upstairs.

And to think that I actually read the entire post. What was I thinking?

Welcome back Mill. I always loved your posts. Although your comments were funnier. I would rather see you make sarcastic remarks and call us names than this. Your comments have always been cool.

Hey USb, you know I love you man.

Carlos, here's a challenge for you: Get Mill, Proko and USb to come down together and I will come down for a final trip. I want to hang out with these two guys. I think we'll have the craziest time of our lives. I'll even bring Mr. "L" to seal the deal. You will have your hands full.

Want better incentives? I'll book and pay for Mill & Proko's room (1 room) at the PDA for the weekend. This is in addition to another room for you, Carlos, for 1 night to salida a special someone.

But wait; if you call now, I'll even have a group of the Infinito girls to come out with us to a dance club on Friday and/or Saturday night to make sure we get blasted. Be ready for one hell of a night.

Wasted[/QUOTE]

this is the end . . . i promise, no mas. carlos as taxi driver? no, i envision something larger in your future. it's meant as fun. enjoy -p


carlitos pulled the huge, red, white and blue, double-decker tour bus up to the club entrance. painted in large letters on each side was: “gringo express”.

“estamos aqui, senores!” he yelled as he opened the door and the large monger group began to disembark. first off were the drunken shriners - each with a free-drink coupon, their fez hats perched precariously at various angles as they wobbled towards the el infinito security checkpoint. i stayed behind. i had a plan. i knew it was dangerous, but that’s how i live. danger is my middle name! i had hoped my buddy, g-man would watch my back. but it was too late. i saw the blank, zombie-like stare in his eyes as he idly peeled off bills from his wad of 500 peso notes with a rubber-band around it. he was a goner.

as the japanese business men in front of me were removing their rolex’s for the bouncers, i saw my chance. i ran for it . . .

“no! he’s getting away!”, cried carlos and the bouncers took off after me. they were fast. but i was faster. i could feel their hot breath on the back of my neck as i tore down the street. cell phones were dialed. security from givenchy, el cielo and tanga-lay joined the chase. guys on bikes. guys with motorcycles. the guys from the taco stands! cars. dogs. i even heard a helicopter overhead. but still i didn’t stop. i thought about going to the massage parlor from last night.

“surely, my girls can help me. they can protect me. i still have my cookies.”, i thought.

but no. what could 4 burley women on a sugar-jag do against so many armed and dangerous men? there was one and only one place in all of monterrey where i would be safe. but could i make it? i had to try.

i turned down villagran. they were gaining on me. finally, after what seemed like an eternity, i arrived at the versailles cinema. i bounded into the lobby and threw my last 100 peso bill at the 2 old men playing cards by the door. i entered the pitch-black, gay movie palace and knew i had made it! the crowd of macho bouncers and security men stopped dead in their tracks outside the theater. for the macho mexican male, the versailles was like kryptonite to superman. they dare not enter! a line of monterrey’s most feared and dangerous trannies blocked the doorway. and these girls can really scratch!

i ran through the dark interior, not even stopping to check-out the film. out though the back door . . . and i was free, finally free from the tyranny of club life! i felt so liberated! so alive!

as i strolled happily through the back streets of the city, i checked my stash. i still had a crisp, us $100 bill and a full bag of my delicious cookies. i had it made. i was on a mission. nothing could stop me now.
the night was cold and dark. i strained to read house addresses in the gloom.

“650 . . . 652 . . . 654. here it is. tapia #654! the address of misses. the holy grail of mps.”

it looked like a fairly normal residence. no sign to indicate anything different. i hesitantly walked through the garage-like entrance and up a flight of stairs. was this the right place? or just someone’s house? then i saw it. a small sign next to the door bell. i read it in abject horror . . .

misses
dos mil pesos
solo en efectivo
no galletas

proko, your story went like the matrix trilogy.
the first part was incredible,
the second, long awaited, flashy but something didn't sound right.
the third, dissapointing. not on the level of the first 2. forced narrative, disjointed, the writer knows the source by heart but sold his soul to the devil instead of being loyal to originality, and literaly suddenly it just cuts to the chase and left us not gasping for air, but searching for the proverbial answer to the question "what the hell was that all about???"
another example of how the american culture of entertainment is engrained in your dna... always reach for the formula to get to the masses.

ps: there always has to be a critic that spoils everything. but not to worry, box office sales will be through the roof.





[quote=prokofiev]this is the end . . . i promise, no mas. carlos as taxi driver? no, i envision something larger in your future. it's meant as fun. enjoy -p


carlitos pulled the huge, red, white and blue, double-decker tour bus up to the club entrance. painted in large letters on each side was: “gringo express”.

“estamos aqui, senores!” he yelled as he opened the door and the large monger group began to disembark. first off were the drunken shriners - each with a free-drink coupon, their fez hats perched precariously at various angles as they wobbled towards the el infinito security checkpoint. i stayed behind. i had a plan. i knew it was dangerous, but that’s how i live. danger is my middle name! i had hoped my buddy, g-man would watch my back. but it was too late. i saw the blank, zombie-like stare in his eyes as he idly peeled off bills from his wad of 500 peso notes with a rubber-band around it. he was a goner.

as the japanese business men in front of me were removing their rolex’s for the bouncers, i saw my chance. i ran for it . . .

“no! he’s getting away!”, cried carlos and the bouncers took off after me. they were fast. but i was faster. i could feel their hot breath on the back of my neck as i tore down the street. cell phones were dialed. security from givenchy, el cielo and tanga-lay joined the chase. guys on bikes. guys with motorcycles. the guys from the taco stands! cars. dogs. i even heard a helicopter overhead. but still i didn’t stop. i thought about going to the massage parlor from last night.

“surely, my girls can help me. they can protect me. i still have my cookies.”, i thought.

but no. what could 4 burley women on a sugar-jag do against so many armed and dangerous men? there was one and only one place in all of monterrey where i would be safe. but could i make it? i had to try.

i turned down villagran. they were gaining on me. finally, after what seemed like an eternity, i arrived at the versailles cinema. i bounded into the lobby and threw my last 100 peso bill at the 2 old men playing cards by the door. i entered the pitch-black, gay movie palace and knew i had made it! the crowd of macho bouncers and security men stopped dead in their tracks outside the theater. for the macho mexican male, the versailles was like kryptonite to superman. they dare not enter! a line of monterrey’s most feared and dangerous trannies blocked the doorway. and these girls can really scratch!

i ran through the dark interior, not even stopping to check-out the film. out though the back door . . . and i was free, finally free from the tyranny of club life! i felt so liberated! so alive!

as i strolled happily through the back streets of the city, i checked my stash. i still had a crisp, us $100 bill and a full bag of my delicious cookies. i had it made. i was on a mission. nothing could stop me now.
the night was cold and dark. i strained to read house addresses in the gloom.

“650 . . . 652 . . . 654. here it is. tapia #654! the address of misses. the holy grail of mps.”

it looked like a fairly normal residence. no sign to indicate anything different. i hesitantly walked through the garage-like entrance and up a flight of stairs. was this the right place? or just someone’s house? then i saw it. a small sign next to the door bell. i read it in abject horror . . .

misses
dos mil pesos
solo en efectivo
no galletas[/quote]

OK Carlos,

I promised to retire and I will keep my word. I'm clearly running out of material. But you know the part about Cinema Versailles is dead on, right? Or am I wrong?

-P

Cinema Versalles... well, to be honest, I do now thanks to you.
I never set foot in those places.
I only hear or read the urban legends.




[QUOTE=Prokofiev]OK Carlos,

I promised to retire and I will keep my word. I'm clearly running out of material. But you know the part about Cinema Versailles is dead on, right? Or am I wrong?

-P[/QUOTE]

Gentelmen,

As a many time vet of Costa Rica and other places south, I am not at all a newby to our hobby. On my other board, when newbies ask for general information, I am on board with asking them to read. Yet, I have read ten pages here and am mostly finding back and fourth grips between memmbers. No probem with me, but could anyone PM me or post some basic, organized info for me, or lead me to it? I will soon be in Montery. I speak excellent , and am very accostomed to low to mid end joints, and am a skilled negotiator for what I enjoy.

1) The low down on Mps?

2) Part timer clubs?

3) Local trip clubs and low end places?

4) The general P4P scene,and how it compares to other Latin American cities?

I am most thankful.

Hi guys, I'm in Monterrey now - I will have here only one more night I'd like to spend on some nice massage.

I'm looking for any massage salon accesible after 10pm (I don't have any time before) and located in walking distance from Crowne Plaza hotel.

As you can see it's realy urgent for me so could you pleease give me some adressess with description how to get there?

I'd be grateful for your help :)