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shadowcat

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It was the summer of 1961. 4 of us right out of high school piled into my '49 Chevy and drove down to TJ. No interstates back then. It was a 3 hour drive down US101 through a dozen little beach towns. We crossed the border and drove right into TJ. We gave no thought to the dangers of driving in Mexico. We didn't know any better. We arrived about 9PM and parked on a side street just off of Revolución.

As we walked along the streets we were pestered by little kids selling gum. We saw the beggars sitting on the side walks with their hands out. We saw the taco carts selling their tacos for 10 cents each. We saw tourists getting their photos taken on the donkey carts wearing big sombreros. The taxi drivers offering girls and Tijuana bibles(porno books). No one offered any donkey shows.

Then there were the hawkers. Standing out in front of every strip club. Must have been 20 or so of them with names like Pigalle, Green Door and Blue Fox. I even had a bumper sticker that read "Eat at the Blue Fox". Anyhow these hawkers would promise you that their were plenty of hot women inside just waiting for you. If you bit he would show you in. He would walk a little ahead of you and using a flashlight let everyone know customers were coming into. The band would crank up and a dancer would rush to get on stage. Then you saw the truth. Another shit hole with no customers and a couple of fat old broads.

We finally found the Blue Fox. Now this is what we had heard about and the reason we were there. The place was jumping. A brass band played bump and grind all night long. Must have been 100 customers. A lot of them sailors from San Diego. Probably 50 dancers. By my standards today, I would probably have passed on all of them. But when your a horny 18 yo and in your first strip club/whore house, they looked pretty sexy. Mostly 30-40ish and on the plump side.

If I remember correctly beer and shots of tequila were 25 cents and nobody checking ID's LOL. Lots of male waiters around to take your order. The dancers would go on stage and do a true burlesque strip till totally nude and then put on a sex show. I remember looking around for my buddy and finally noticed him on stage. A dancer was laying on her back on the low rail that ran around the stage. She had a guy sucking each tip and one brave sole had his head between her legs. My buddy was getting a mouth full of tit.

While the show was going on, on stage, the other whores would roam around the room trying to dig up business. They didn't speak much English. It was pretty much "Fucky Fucky $10". They would grab your dick and yell "look at the banana". If you turned them down they would accuse you of being queer.

Finally Chuck decided to take one of them to the back room. He gave me all of his money to hold except for the $10 he needed to pay her. 15 minutes later he comes out and asks me for another $10. She slipped his watch off while he wasn't paying attention and demanded $10 more to give it back. Chuck got his watch back. He described the room as a small cubby hole with a cot, a roll of toilet paper and a card board box for the used tissue. No condoms. Back then we only used them to keep from knocking up our girl friends. If we got lucky. LOL.

While we were walking from one club to the next Kenny needed to piss. So he stepped into an ally, pulled it out and let it go. Somebody blew a whistle and next thing we know there is a cop there shaking us down. $20 or your friend goes to jail. We paid it.
Around 6AM we had had enough and stumbled out into the bright sunshine. It was an even longer drive home.