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As promised, I returned to the HK Club in Tijuana (TJ) this past weekend and am happy to report my experiences. I drove up through Northern Mexico, crossed over in Mexicali, continued on to San Diego by car, parked on the American side and then walked across into TJ with an overnight duffle bag. I arrived at about 8pm on a Sunday night and checked into Las Cascadas Hotel (I made the reservation online), which is directly above the HK Club.

Cascadas is where you take the chicas from the HK Club (and other clubs) to experience deeper carnal knowledge -- it's essentially the brothel part of the experience. I had requested a renovated room and was given one on the 4th floor near the back part of the hotel where there is still some dry wall and such laying around. The little room was fairly decent (dare I say even stylish in some regards) and I was surprised that I couldn't hear the music from the club below -- guess I didn't need those earplugs after all! Cost was $50 plus deposits for the key, TV remote and AC remote, which totaled another $30, although I got the money back the next morning without issue and was told I would receive discounted rates on rooms in the future. My only complaints about the room: the bedding was very cheap and not particularly clean and there was no hair dryer, but otherwise very convenient if you intend on sampling chicas. The TV has about a dozen or so channels, including some porn, action movies and Mexican variety shows. My bed was very firm and the glass door shower was great -- all in all, better than I had expected. I unpacked my bag, cleaned up, put my passport in the little safe next to the bed and headed down to the action outside.

As I noted in my original article, lots going on outside the clubs -- many dozens of street girls (SGs), lots of mongers walking about and great variety / quality of street food. I slowly walked around the block, smiling at all the girls and who do I come across standing in exactly the same spot as before? Claudia, the cute SG who I had met the month prior. We spoke in Spanish:

Me: Hey, I remember you…
Her: Yes, me too. You're the guy who ate 3 hotdogs across the street.
Me: I'm sure it was only 2 (grinning).
Her: No, it was 3 and you waved at me and then came over to talk.
Me: Yes and your name is Claudia, right?
Her: Yes, that's right! When did you get here? Did you come from Canada?
Me: I just arrived and you really have a good memory.
Her: Sure, but are we going to go to the hotel this time?
Me: Well, let me get some food and I'll come back. It's a little cold now, so can I bring you a coffee or something?
Her: No, caffeine makes me jittery, but thank you.
Me: Well, maybe I'll make you warm in other ways later… (winking).

As I walked away from Claudia, I was a little bit in shock about her recall. We had only talked for a few minutes about 5-6 weeks prior and I didn't take it beyond that. Did I make that much of a positive impression or are these gals that sharp? I came to learn it was a combo of both.

After I finished my loop around the block, I headed to the HK Club, got a little pat down and walked in without paying any cover charge. As usual, babes galore all shaking their money makers. I walked to the back stage and ran into my main mesero from before (Armundo), and sure enough, dude instantly recognizes me. I order drinks from him just before he finishes his shift (using my 2-for-1 coupon) and grab a little booth along the sidewall. Truth be told, I was not feeling 100% on this night; bit of a sore throat, mild headache and tired from a long day of driving, but I was trying to let the club quickly rejuvenate me. After a few minutes, 2 chicas invaded my booth and started gossiping while shooting me side glances and seductive smiles. Solid 7.5s, but not really my types and I was just trying to hydrate and get my wits about me, so I wasn't feeling too chatty yet. Despite my lack of invitation or receptive vibes, one of the girls leans over and says in really good English:

Her: You obviously don't speak much Spanish, otherwise you'd be laughing at what we're talking about.
Me: Don't be too sure. You two are bitching about your clients.
Her: Oh, you're right! Did you understand everything?
Me: No, but I try not to listen too closely when girls bitch and vent. It gives me a headache.
Her: Well, what all the guys want now is anal sex, barebacked blow jobs and cumming in my face; it's just ridiculous, especially without protection.
Her friend: Yeah, lots of germs, it's dangerous and gross.
Her: It's like my tits and pussy aren't enough for these fucking idiots.
Me: Well, I'm from Canada; we don't do anal sex unless the pussy is frozen shut (smiling).
Her: Very funny, but we have a tough job, don't you think?
Me: Hey, I'll pay you $20 right now if you knock that fucker out for me (pointing to an irritating little fuck offering tequila shots from his bottle while constantly blowing a whistle).
Her: OK (and she turns around and gives a surprisingly realistic overhead right that intentionally misses the little ponce by only a few inches -- which kind of shocks the fucker into silence). How about buying us drinks instead?
Me: Later maybe, I'm not too talkative right now, but thanks for shutting that little prick up.
Her: So Canadians don't like anal sex and they are all too poor to buy drinks (smiling)?
Me: Hey, you're too cheeky for your own good. I'll need more time and energy before I can deal with you (winking).

With this, she leaves in search of other marks, but her friend (Mary Jane from Cabo San Lucas) stays behind and escalates the action with lots a crotch rubbing and a tit massage to my face. She eventually breaks me down and I end up buying 2 drinks for her over the course of 45 minutes, despite her not really being my type (5'7” or so, about 140 pounds, buxom, flat stomach, big natural tits, fake dirty blond hair, too much makeup). She was showing me all her pics on her iPhone and it got me thinking that although only a 7.5 in the HK Club, if I was w/ this very affectionate gal in any regular club / bar / restaurant, I would likely be the envy of the entire place. Some of her pics were model quality and she may actually rate closer to an 8.5 in a different environment, but here I was, trying to get rid of her. She was offering me the world in VIP and said I could fuck her there no problem. She even said she prefers doggy style and I could get pretty wild if I wanted. In her rough English, she kept on saying, “Come on baby, let me be your girlfriend tonight” but I was on the lookout for some of the girls whom I made a connection with from my previous visit, so I was trying to cut her loose gracefully. And sure enough, I spotted my Desiree dancing on the back stage about 20 feet away from me. In Spanglish:

Me: Yes, doggy style is my favorite position too, but I need to get some food and say hello to my friend on stage over there before you and I go to VIP.
MJ: Why? Let's fuck first and then you can eat later or just order a Redbull now. Is that girl on stage your friend (chica) or girlfriend (novia)?
Me: Well, I guess you could say she's my Hong Kong friend… (sensing a problem developing)
MJ: You know Mexican girls are possessive, right? So I want you as my boyfriend tonight. You stay with me.
Me: Yes, I like everything about Latinas, very sexy, but I will see you later and then we go to VIP and you can show me your passion. In fact, my new name for you is Novia (girlfriend), so I won't forget you.


Well, I eventually escaped from the booth and headed over to where Desiree (although she just changed her stage name to something like Kiara, but her real name is Judy...) was sitting with a chica friend. While I was cutting my stalker loose, I was glancing at Desiree's stage show over MJ's shoulder and remembered that she is one of the very few chicas that gets completely naked on stage. And once again, Desi has my perfect body type (at least a 9.5) and a cute, expressive face (about an 8). As I approached, she noticed me from 10 feet away and gets up and RUNS towards me! We embraced like long lost lovers and she was beaming. In Spanish:

Her: Oh my god, it's you! How are you?
Me: Great to see you Judy. I have good memories of you from last time.
Her: Me too. You are the Canadian doctor who massaged my feet so well!
Me: Yes, I enjoyed it and we made all the other chicas so jealous (winking).
Her: Yes, it was wonderful... (look of joy on her face). Well, let's sit down and talk.
Me: Sure, I'll buy you a drink.
Her: What? Oh, well sure if you like, thank you (seemed embarrassed that I assumed she wanted me to buy her a drink so quickly).


So we sat together and thoroughly enjoyed each other for about 45 minutes while kissing, caressing and hugging right next to the hot tub. She remembered every detail of me from 5-6 weeks prior. I told her about my stalker because I noticed that MJ had spotted us from the other side of the back stage, about 30 feet away, and it was making me a little self-conscious. In fact, this is a problem with the HK Club, in my opinion, if you tend to have a heart and give a fuck about any of these girls -- they will very likely remember you and expect your attention / money and will get bothered and maybe even a little jealous if you snog other girls in front of them. I'm sure many guys wouldn't think twice about it and don't give a shit, but I do and try to avoid any unwanted issues. For example, even a chica who I talked to for only 30 seconds last visit (and I didn't even grope her or get her name) waved me over and asked where my eye glasses were (I had worn a pair of dark horn rimmed frames the previous time, but left them in my room this time) -- WTF??? So, this little chica (about a 7 or 7.5) is giving me the puppy dog eyes while I'm getting molested by MJ and then while I'm thoroughly snogging Desiree. I don't know about you, gentle reader, but that sort of thing unnerves me, so I sought out a private booth in a corner and proceeded to really enjoy Desiree's company. Good conversation, lots of genuine laughs, and some sexy snogging. Desi was not pounding her beers back, so a further 3 drinks ($30 including tips) bought me nearly 1.5 hours of quality booth time. I then decided to escalate.

Me: I think it's time I enjoyed you without clothes.
Her: Me too.
Me: Let's start w/ a private lap dance upstairs -- last visit I remember you had some great moves.
Her: Well, I can do more right here if you like... (as she takes off her bra).


That's the great thing about this chica: no hard upsell and always willing to please. But because I wanted to get up close and personal w/ Desi's clean shaved bird, I insisted on a private lap dance. I flagged down my new mesero, gave him my lap dance coupon ($15 w/ tip) and off we went hand in hand. Once inside the lap dance closet, we tackled each other and I pulled off her panties. Like before, she stood up on the little bench so that I had full access to her bird and I went to town without a concern in the world. In fact, at one point while she had her spread ass cheeks about 1 inch from face as I'm sitting and she is bent over, I actually pondered rimming her -- that's how clean and inviting she was. The 5 minutes went by in a flash (although they do time it with a stopwatch, literally) and we both had hungry, predatorial looks upon our faces when it was over. At this stage, I wanted a little fresh air to ponder my strategy (I didn't tell Desi yet that I had a room in the hotel) and to get something to eat because my stomach was really grumbling. So I said I would be back for Round 3 and left Desi with baited breath.


Back on the street, I wondered an additional block in each direction looking for interesting food and didn't feel unsafe in the least. I settled on some bacon wrapped hotdogs on a corner behind HK Club and tipped a guy $1 to play a couple of songs on his guitar. Across the street I noticed an OXO (they are everywhere in Northern Mexico now), so I walked in and bought a small hot chocolate, which I intended to give to Claudia the SG and chat her up. However, when I walked back to her “spot” she wasn't there, so I gave the cocoa to an old street vendor who was very thankful before I walked in the back entrance of HK.


Once inside, I stood inconspicuously near the side bar and pondered my next step. From a safe distance, I saw Desi sitting by the hot tub again, MJ cruising for action (maybe even looking for me) and about a dozen girls whom I recognized from my previous visit. I didn't see Lil' Mo (the cutie w/ some Asian blood, if you recall) unfortunately, but I did spot the infamous Lulu -- and I'll be damned if she didn't look even better than I remember! Lulu has the Best Ass Ever and has to be in the Top 3 of HK Club, but she knows she's hot and doesn't give the best mileage or prices because of it. But damn, that body, perfect skin, real pretty face and long (fake)blonde hair was causing palpitations and even some mild wood from over 20 feet away. But, I had built up the sexual tension so well with Desi, I thought fuck it and decided to pass on Lulu in favor of my little chica from Monterrey. As I walked over to Desi, by strange coincidence, Robin Thicke's “Blurred Lines” was playing (see my previous article), but the video playing behind the main bar on the big screen was the topless one that we are able to see in the States / Canada, not the lame censored one we watched during my last visit to HK Club. Strange, but I took that as a good sign and tapped Desi on the shoulder. In Spanish:

Me: There's my little nurse, let's go play doctor.
Her: You came back this time!
Me: Of course, let's go upstairs (meaning the hotel), but about your price...
Her: Sure, how much did I quote you last time?
Me: Well, you said $50 last time, but that's too low I think, considering our chemistry. I will pay you $80 (the full fee), but 30 minutes is not enough.
Her: Oh, I really like you so the money is not so important...
Me: How about $80 for at least 45 minutes and we can shower after?
Her: Well sure, if that's OK with you.
Me: Perfect. And I already have a room upstairs, so let's go.


Well, we headed out, got a red satin robe ($1), an extra towel ($1) and took the elevator to the 4th floor. We were in that little room for about an hour and 15 minutes -- no rushing -- and had a real passionate session that rivaled anything I've ever experienced, with the possible exception of only 1 other past girlfriend. Not bad HK Club, not bad at all. A legitimate girlfriend experience, albeit w/ condom during penetration, and essentially no limits. No brushing hands away, no avoiding the tongue, no squirming to avoid different positions. And, perhaps best of all, I got this little chica to squirt, but didn't have a towel underneath, so she got the thread bare sheets quite saturated. Small price to pay, me thinks. She ended up leaving at around 2am, although she had to be on the floor of the club for at least another 2 hours or so -- I wondered what she was thinking for the rest of the night. Was she smiling mainly due to the money, or more about the connection we made? I decided not to head out again -- no need to really, so I watched the end of a Denzel Washington movie and then fell asleep. I woke up feeling somewhat marginal (sore throat had progressed to nasal congestion) at 7:30am and was in line at the border by 8:10. It took me 1 hour to get through immigration by foot, which wasn't horrific, but not much fun either. Sentri card holders seemed to make it through a little faster, but not much. Regardless, another tremendous experience and I found myself planning my next visit for sometime in January during my 5-hour drive home. Final costs:

$10 for parking on the U.S. side
$10 for taxi rides
$50 for hotel room
$15 on discounted drinks for me (including tips)
$70 for ladies drinks (including tips)
$15 for a discounted lap dance (including tip)
$80 for a very memorable shag
$5 for three hotdogs
For a total of $255. It was money well spent gents.