TJ trip report August 2021 Day 3
How was I to know?
So. I've come to the conclusion that it is difficult not to red line in TJ. I've had that issue on both visits, maybe it's still the novelty of it all. Or maybe this trip it was because I pined to return for so long. In any event, I don't remember getting much sleep Tuesday night Wednesday morning, but neither do I remember feeling tired or drained when I was on my way down to the buffet. This time I just focused on coffee, fruit and a slice of toast. When I was hanging with my TJ amigo the day prior he had mentioned how much he enjoyed the TJ baseball team's playoff game he had attended (he's a sportsbook guy) and had suggested we go Wednesday, but I was already feeling the squeeze of my impending departure. I wasn't wanting to repeat at the beach again either, I was wanting to stay in the Zona. A few weeks before my trip I had posted on the board that I would be in the Zona, and invited anyone that may be in the neighborhood to reach out if they wanted to meet up. As it happens, I had received a pm from a dude Tuesday wanting to meet up Wednesday late afternoon. We exchanged digits etc, I told him to just reach out when he was settled in to Cascadas. Day two had pretty much been a slam dunk for me, so any trouble I could get myself into on day three was just going to be icing on the cake as far as I was concerned. I was really wanting to make it about the meet up. I remember how grateful I was for my guide my first trip and I was excited to pay it forward if applicable, otherwise to just enjoy good company if the guy was already savvy regarding the Zona. Not that I'm "savvy" by any means when it comes to TJ, but I could show him what little I know. There were a few items that I wanted to address for myself on my last day though. I wanted to hit the farmacia by the wax museum, I wanted another paradita experience (had a good one my first trip), and I wanted to try to hook up with the "newbie" if possible. Shouldn't prove too difficult of an agenda.
While I was having coffee, toast, and fruit (I refuse to refer to it as breakfast) my TJ amigo had text me wondering if I wanted to meet up again, possibly for some sushi this time. I text him my plans, and suggest we meet up at the sportsbook or sushi one once I finish my errands. I showered and wanted to look for a street girl before I bought some vitamins for the road. I made my way down to the "track" for lack of a better word, and made a lazy deliberate lap. I did see a few lookers, younger girls that looked club quality, but only a few. One of them got snagged while I was lapping, so I was thinking of approaching another one that I had passed before I even got to the main loop. As I was climbing back up the hill I saw a chica spinner that was a bit petite for my taste, looked well seasoned, and not a knockout by any stretch of the imagination; but she was cute enough and certainly had the best smile of anyone I had seen by a country mile. Most of the girls had not even looked up from their phones as I walked past them. I remembered on my last trip most of the girls would "ch ch ch" at me as I walked by, but barely any had done that this stay. Knowing hardly any spanish, approaching a paradita is much more difficult for me than interacting in the clubs; frankly due to the pronounced language barrier when on the street. I had walked by the chica spinner and was at the top of the hill looking east at the arch trying to decide if I wanted to cross the intersection and approach the first hot young girl that had caught my eye. For some reason I glanced back towards the spinner. She was looking back over her shoulder at me beaming that same inviting smile. It was the push I needed to overcome my inhibition so I made an approach. Stumbling over my broken spanish I ask her how much for everything. I hope I had at least the decency to open the dialogue with an ola, but I can't remember anything other than concentrating hard on what I needed to say. When she asked $40 I was once again surprised, just like I was in Chicago on my first night. I'm almost positive the paradita I was with on my first trip only asked $20. I make sure we are talking all positions with no clothes. I remembered at least that much. I was already not thrilled with the ask, I wasn't wanting any upsell bullshit once we made it to short time. Did I mention I really liked her smile? I reminded myself that a really great smile is a trait that all liars share.
She leads me a short way back down the hill to whichever hotel we ended up in. I had some pesos left over from my TJ amigo's share of our dinner the other night, and the 90 peso room was a convenient way for me to ditch that 100 peso bill that had been burning a hole in my wallet. The short time looked like it was worth about the $5 I was charged, and it was humid up there. I was looking forward to working up a good cleansing sweat. She told me she calls herself "Zoe". We got off to a bumpy start because despite my generous offer, she was balking at the CBJ and had the gall to ask $20 more for oral. I just stared at her and eventually countered with "todo para $40" then she started giving me this bullshit sob story about her daughter and asked for $10. I stuck to my guns and played stupid gringo and she finally got on with the show. The hummer was decent, but the sex was spectacular and erased the annoyance from the upsell bullshit. She had taken off her long sleeved top for the sex and I tried not to look at the extensive bruising on her right shoulder and left forearm. After I got up off her, I threw her another $20 for the great fuck. While I was getting dressed she pointed to the marks (as if anyone with functional eyesight would not notice them) and tried to pull at my heart strings, referencing "the bad man" in a pathetic attempt for a sympathy tip which ironically caused me to regret the gratuity I had just given her. You have to take the bad with the good I suppose, but no repeat ever as she left a bad taste in my mouth.
Now that the needy bastard between my legs had been fed breakfast, I headed over to farmacia. I was a little thrown by the yellow police tape at the entrance and exit. Since it was early afternoon I though perhaps they were on lunch break, but I finally noticed the little doorbell / buzzers. I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, it takes me a minute. Once that was squared away I walked back to Ticuan for another shower. As I approach my room, I notice housekeeping is just finishing up. I drink a little bit of water and check my phone while I wait. My TJ amigo is watching the last bit of baseball while planning his books and still wants to meet up for sushi. He invites me to his place to watch the last innings of the game, I tell him I'll head down after my shower. Once the housekeeping finishes, I walk into the room and go to grab another bottle of water, but the lady had neglected to leave any. I walked back out to the hallway to catch her before she gets away and she is kind enough to hand me 2 bottles. Regrettably, I had to soap up one of the hand towels to wash my ass once in the shower, because the maid must keep the clean wash cloths next to the water.
I made it back down to my buddy's place just in time to see the last three outs of the game. He was not happy, he had lost his bet or parlay perhaps. We make a quick stop at the Caliente sportsbook in the alley before we stop for sushi. Sushi one is still on point and REALLY hit the spot. A few women that looked like off-shift bar girls and a masero from AB stop by while we dined. This dude that owns the Sushi place has the right idea, I bet he is making a killing and the scenery can't be beat. While we are finishing up I receive a text from the dude from the board that wanted to meet up; he's checking in to Cascadas. I let him know my TJ Amigo and I are headed to the sportsbook to have a quiet beer, and suggest he call me when he is settled in. Not long after, we are drinking at Caliente and I get a call from dude. He is down with grabbing a beer at the sportsbook, but he is not familiar so I tell him to just wait for me outside of Cascadas and I'll head over.
We ended up having some beer while we all got acquainted. It seems my new TJ amigo is very well traveled and calm with a good sense of humor. We swap some stories. I am curious about SE Asia so I am paying close attention when he chooses to share some of his experiences from that particular heaven on earth. A cheerful fellow, I was very glad to have made his acquaintance. My sports-betting buddy dips out and my new amigo wants to have a look about. We make a lazy lap and take a look at the paraditas while on our way to the farmacia. My new partner in crime grabs what I assume must be blues while I wait in front of the wax museum, and I start to get exited because he's ready to go to HK. On our way over I message the newbie to see what time she starts. She gets back to me right away and tells me she's already there. From the pics she sent it looks like she is eating at Azul. My new amigo and I pull up at the HK front bar and order some drinks. Out of the blue this hag in black lace with jacked teeth walks up smiling. She pulls out her tit while I'm trying to waive her off and to my horror tries to rub it on me while squeezing her lactating nipple to expel some leche. I was thinking to myself "how in the fuck did SHE get in here? A glitch in the matrix. Obviously. I shake that abomination out of my mind, and we are all smiles from here on out. I'm trying to reign in my obnoxiousness, but I'm getting super amped and the talent is on point. I have to give my new amigo some credit here. While we were at the sportsbook he said something I considered very profound in it's conciseness. We were talking about all things HK and the stupid-hot level of talent in particular. I told him how I try to describe it to my boys that haven't been down, and he said something to the effect of "I don't even try to describe HK anymore. It just comes off as an exaggeration". Props bro if you are reading this. Very well said. While we are oogling I asked my buddy periodically if he's seen anything he likes enough to make his move. He's playing it cool and taking his time. I get a message from the newbie telling me she's on her way down in 10 minutes or so. Now I notice a chica dancing in the middle that had caught my eye one of the nights prior. A tall slender girl with glasses and a bit of a homely face relatively speaking. I point her out to my newfound wingman, and advise that I have her in mind as backup if for whatever reason the newbie flakes or gets snagged before she gets to me. I boast that I have a natural gift for being able to peg girls with great pussies and tell him: "you know, I bet she has a phenomenal pussy". The girl with the glasses finishes dancing and heads straight to me. Her curiosity perhaps got the best of her as she is wanting to know what we were carrying on about while we were watching her dance. I do my best to explain that I saw her the other night yada yada. I left out the part about my pussy hypothesis. Then as if by rote, she starts grinding her ass on me. I must say, she has a very nice one, and very soft skin. I'm getting a little tingly as I write this. Though in truth, I was not the biggest fan of the red fishnet catsuit. I really hate fishnet. Anyway, I tell her I'm waiting on someone and ask her how late she's on duty. I'm thinking of maybe making a double play, depending. She gracefully exits, but not before (and I swear I'm not making this up) pulling down her panties and for the briefest of moments exposing the front of her pussy. My new amigo gets excited and exclaims "you called it!, you called it!" as we share a fist bump.
And there are people walking around today that still don't believe life is a simulation. Sigh.
I'm starting to get antsy and I check my phone for any updates. Nothing. My buddy eventually asked me "so where's your girl? I shrugged my shoulders. Not too long after that, the newbie finally makes her appearance as she hops up on top of the bar. I took great delight in watching my new wingman's jaw drop. I leaned over and said "yeah, that's her" while nodding my head. She makes her way over to where I'm sitting and starts giving me a show. I encourage my amigo to feel her quads while she is squatting in front of us. She has great tone and definition that reflect her athleticism. Then I tipped her. I'm a good sport like that. She finished her little routine, turns her back to me, walks to the other end of the bar and climbs down. I have twisted flashes of deja-vu as she walks away without even glancing in my direction and heads to the back area. I give my buddy a confused look and sigh. An exasperated "******" exits my lips as I'm shaking my head and we both grin. "God, I love ******. I guess it's going to be the girl in the glasses" I say with a strained smile; but in truth it's not feeling very nice, precious. I remind myself that there is probably a rational explanation, certainly there must be assignments for the performers. I put it out of my mind and figure something good is going to happen on my last night either way, I might as well be patient and enjoy both the show and my new amigo's company. No enthusiast is ever at a loss for options at HK, unless of course he's out of dinero. We continue to observe and enjoy, I prod my buddy and ask if anything has yet caught his eye. I think to check my phone and see that Cielo has messaged me "what's the plan?" followed by " five minutes later. I'm thinking that she's probably as confused as I am and was most likely expecting me to shoot my shot while she was in front of me. I message back "my plan is you" after google translating it to espanol. I figure I should at least make an effort. Not long after that, I see her on the other side of the club making her way past where I'm sitting and head back to the little cubby on the other side of the WCs. At this point I am completely baffled.
Finally after what seems like an eternity (but in reality was only a few minutes), I see the newbie with the juicy abs calling herself Cielo headed straight for me with a big smile on her face. She practically jumps into my arms and wraps me in a big hug. I can't remember clearly if that's when the kissing started, but she definitely put me in a weird space at some point with the excessive PDA, but I'm a good sport and rolled with it. I order her a ficha and she's asking me about my new amigo, asks me if he wants a girl. I tell her I think he wants to find his own girl, but she waves over one of her friends. I came to find out later that night that she's been running around in a clique consisting of the 3 newest girls, and the one headed to my buddy is one of the 3. My new amigo has a pretty excellent poker face, but he seems to be enjoying his new found attention. Cielo definitely has mine. I start laughing uncontrollably, and exclaim to my amigo "I went from zero to horny in" and snap the fingers on my left hand for emphasis. Well, I think we all know where this story is headed. Much to my surprise, my amigo indicates he is taking Cielo's friend up to his room when I explain that I am going to break off for the arriba. All 4 of us head up to Cascadas together. I wish him luck as he and his date disappear into the dimension of primal debauchery via the elevator, and the newbie and I make our way to the short time desk. While we are in the process of everything I start wondering to myself "maybe this girl really IS new". I had noticed she is awkward in the heels here and there, and does not seem to be savvy with the ticket and drink protocol, etc. While reserving the short time. No matter. Truthfully I could care less either way, other than a point of curiosity. We get to the room, and I'm wanting to rinse off a little, just due to walking around in the humidity earlier in the day. Fortunately for me, the shower was working pretty much not at all. A pathetic little stream rivaling a 90 year old with an enlarged prostate's flow is coming out of the shower head, is slightly more than a drip, and feels ice cold. I'm fucking around with the handle thinking I've got it going the wrong way or something. No use, I just do the best I can to splash myself well enough to wash off most of the afternoon's sweat. The newbie asks me if I want to request a different room, but I'm trying not to get irritated and really excited to get on with it. She motions me over to the bed and reminds me that Cielo is not her real name and tells me to call her "Katia". I tell her that was a popular name where I stayed when I lived abroad; which is good for me because that will make it easy to remember. She had been pretty over the top in the club with her affection and very kissy, which quite frankly I'm not used to at HK or any of the clubs for that matter. Once we are alone in the room she kicked it up a notch. She was all over me and kissing me like she loved me. I tried to be cool and just focus on the sex but her latina sorcery was irresistible. Once we were finished and I had shaken off my usual post coitus fit of laughter, I started to put my clothes back on while feeling like we were coming up on the clock. She called me back down to the bed and told me how much she loves to hug and tried to teach me to say "hug" in espanol. Because I'm weak and can't say no, I succumb to her wishes and we cuddled. She whispers to me in perfect english "that was a special moment". Now I'm back in the weird space, but naturally I'm wanting to love it. The embrace was comforting but short lived and it wasn't long before the familiar knocking came.
We decided to return to the bar and have a few more drinks. On the way down we ran into her friend who had just spent time with my amigo. I text him to let him know we were back down in HK. He texts me back to tell me the girl wore him and out. He just wants to rest and eat; so Katia and I grab a table and a few more beers. Her friend joined us for a bit and Katia offered her a ficha from the bucket I had bought her. We all just hung out. Katia is told me that she's not really feeling the gig, doesn't think it's for her and doesn't wish to continue at HK. I do my best to reply in broken espanol "travalo difficil, comprende". The third wheel of the newbie triplets stopped by and that one definitely looked like a deer in headlights. I wondered again "could this chica REALLY be new?" It all started to seem very surreal. The PDA continued. I'm relaxed though and tried to enjoy it. In reality, I'm didn't have to try very hard. Katia used her phone to show me where she comes from and is asking me if I will come to visit, and told me she could teach me to scuba dive. I remind her "no habla" and told her she would love Vegas and should visit sometime. She said "not possible" and referenced the current visa situation. After that, the conversation lightened up a bit, we laughed and had fun. She was still very affectionate, and continued love bombing me with kisses etc, but by this time I had fully surrendered to it. She at one point asked me what I had done the day prior. I told her I fucked two girls. Ironically "Zunkey" was in view from our vantage point though her back was to us. I casually pointed her out and said "she was one of them". Then I was treated to Katia's opinion of precisely how ugly the poor girl was. I was not particularly amused, neither was I surprised. They are cute at that age. Hopefully it was just a charade, or she was just playing. I told Katia I had planned on fucking "her" tonight had we not been able to meet up, and pointed out the girl with the glasses who was standing even closer to us. Interestingly, before I had met Katia I had no idea how poor my taste was in women. I'm glad she was there to clear things up for me. I used Katia's phone and google translate to ask her why she was so hateful. Out of spite, I motioned the chica with fishnet and glasses to the table and repeatedly offered her a ficha from the bucket. Due to the expression of all the chicas at the table I'm guessing I must have committed a slight faux pas. The fishnet clad girl with the glasses looked like her eyes were going to bug out of her head. Her english was on par with my spanish but she finally made me understand that I should approach her when I was "finished with the other girls", and excused herself. Good times, I found it hilarious. I relish all things awkward and chaotic; I'm twisted like that. Anyway, I suppose I can't be taken anywhere regardless of how I'm dressed. Katia cheerfully informed me the other girl wouldn't take one because "they have my name on them". Apparently my ignorance is as vast as the Montana sky, which I've always been comfortable with. We hung out for a bit more, then to my delight it was Katia's turn to dance. She did a number in what I think of as "the soapy pit" on the alley side of the club where the girls do the shaving cream / dildo shows, pretty much right in front of our booth. She killed it. I was proud of her in a once-removed type of way. Thankfully she was in the bathroom after her performance when Christine from the other night happened by. Christine noticed me, gave me a big smile "ola baby!" , and leaned in to give me a little peck and squeeze my hand. I looked over at Katia's amiga and produced a wry grin. Once Katia came back with her tall stack, we clapped and cheered for her and she asked if her dance was good. I pointed to the stack of ones she had laid down and said "you KNOW it was good! I told her while she was gone that the second girl I fucked yesterday had stopped by. When she gave me an incredulous look I said "ask your friend". The spoke rapidly in spanish, I caught nothing of it other than the visible nodding. They were probably talking about how ugly Christine was. As the fichas in the ice bucket dwindled I was considering my exit strategy. I knew that I would need to leave Ticuan early in the morning to get back to San Diego airport in plenty of time for my 12:35 flight back to Vegas. So it finally came to that point where we broke out google translate. Katia asked me the familiar "what's the plan?" I told her I had an early flight and would need to leave soon to prepare. She asked me when would we see each other again. I typed in "I'm no prophet". I saw what looked like a brief flash of pain or disappointment cross her face, and she had tears in her eyes. "Latina sorcery" I remind myself. She typed in "I'm really glad I met you". The way she's looked at me catapulted me back into the weird space. She gave me the deep kiss goodbye, hugging me like a constrictor. Not for the first time since we came down from the room, I'm oblivious to the fact that we are in a crowded strip club. For a moment there is only the two of us. When it was over it was difficult to say goodbye.
The walk back to Ticuan was blurry and felt like heartache.
It occurred to me that every now and then someone can break through and remind you that you are still alive; and oddly it is painful.
I wondered if I'll ever stop playing with fire.
I wondered how long I would miss her.
I was on my way to work yesterday (back in the real world) when I had a clear succinct memory of her and I joking around that first night with the plane tickets and discussing a possible future arriba. I had told her (mostly with hand gestures) that I wanted her to "break me" while giving her a smart-ass smile. Be careful what you wish for.
She broke my heart in record time. For that, I will always love her.
How was I to know?
