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Trip Report: HK Lynn from Guadalajara

It was Sunday night (March 30th) and I had finally had my session with Marina the escort in my room at Hotel Velario. After the semi-GFE bang (see recent report), Marina mentioned her friend at HK who goes by Kendra. I got some good intel and decided to try and find her for some conversation and maybe more later that evening.

I was told Kendra's shift was from 4pm-midnight, so I stopped by HK at about 7pm to seek her out. But try as I might, no luck whatsoever. So I went out for tacos (fantastic) and tours of AB (decent talent) and BT (no talent), then resumed my search at HK again w/ no positive sightings of Kendra. There were many girls working by this time, but just not any I was really stoked about. My old favorite Desiree was gone, I couldn't find my partial Japanese MILF Nora, super fit Lulu wasn't there and no newbies were making my spidey senses tingle. It was a bit of a dud night at that point.

Alas, from a distance I thought I saw her! Kendra typically wears a short black dress and has a “Cleopatra” style hairdo -- long straight black hair with even cut bangs. This girl was sitting near the hot tub, so I approached, but as I got to w/in a few feet I realized it wasn't Kendra... this new girl looked at me though and seemed a little disappointed when I walked right by her. Well, she seemed quite cute and I thought she might suffice as a pinch hitter! This girl (22 year old Lynn from Guadalajara) eventually moved to a front stool by the main bar and looked pretty lonely for the next hour or so. I had perched myself on the second level, leaning on the rail overlooking the action around the main stage, and kept tabs on her. A couple strange looking bearded mongers sat down and lightly pawed at her (didn't see any ficha fucking) and I felt a little sorry for her and once again thought how uncomfortable these chicas must feel during most of their shifts. Anyway, Lynn glanced up a few times at me, looking a little embarrassed w/ the situation, and by the 4th glance I gave her a warm smile and wink, which was reciprocated.

I moved downstairs to a booth for about 15 minutes then just got up and walked over to her stool to say “hola” and feel the situation out -- I wasn't particularly horny, more intrigued and compelled to put a smile on this chica's face. Upon closer inspection, Lynn was actually cuter than I had surmised -- she's petite (not much more than 5 feet tall), has relatively firm B-cups, nice teeth, a slightly shy but sexy smile and a nice mix of innocence / class. She was very receptive and I was thankful my Spanish was on point that night -- lots of witty commentary flowed that was drawing her in. We had an instant chemistry that was intensifying by the minute. Naturally I bought a ficha and found myself really enjoying her company. She was drinking her beer moderately fast, but nothing that was a clear red flag, so we eventually moved to a booth and escalated the action. She was giving me lap dances and a bunch of light kisses. At one point we were just staring at each other, so I said (in Spanish):

Me: Before you didn't look very happy, but now you look much better with lots of smiles. My work is done, I think.
Her: Yes, thank you very much for making (saving?) my night, my heart is very happy with you. But your work is not done; let's go upstairs and enjoy each other more.
Me: Well, if I go upstairs with you, I think I would turn into an animal, sorry to say.
Her: Of course and that's clear. I like that, my love. We will come back down with our hair all messed up and wild (as she said this she was thrusting her hips).
Me: I see. Well, I like a girlfriend experience, with passionate kissing and lots of massaging. Do you do that?
Her: With you, of course (and she leans over and engages in LFK).

Well, I offered $60, she countered $80, and I eventually agreed to $70, which I very rarely do at HK (I normally stick to my guns). I had also bought her a total of 5 fichas, which I had never done before anywhere in the Zona (my previous record for a chica was 3 and I prefer to keep it at 1 as I'm deciding whether to bang or not). However, I can't overstate how much we were enjoying each other's company, so I was completely happy with the situation as we left the club for Cascadas. Little did I know, I should have just kept on walking...

We get to the room and we are both pretty giddy, like a couple of drunk / horny teenagers, although I was completely sober. We embrace, I throw her gently on the bed and go for the make-out session, but I'm met w/ pursed lips, no trace of a hungry tongue -- WTF? So I go for the neck biting and she gets a little squirmy on me. Then she says we both must shower first and insists on it when I try to disregard her talking. So, I suggest we both jump in to lather up, and she says no, me first and then her -- WTF? So I agree and she heads to the bathroom, but instead of simply closing the little door and sitting down on the toilet, in full view she pulls her panties partially down, straddles the toilet bowl and forcefully pisses out at least 3 of my fichas! Why? And I thought this girl had a little more class and wasn't such a seasoned pro... I guess I was wrong.

So while slightly shaking my head in mild disbelief, I strip off my clothes, grab one of the towels and am about to jump in the shower, when Lynn grabs the only other towel and throws it on the floor as a mat. Fine, so I say we can share a towel to dry off, but she insists on me getting another towel from the cum boy… I say fuck that, I'm nude and not talking to any cum boy at this stage. Well, by this time she's nude also, and simply opens the door walks out into the hallway and yells for the little dude to bring us another towel. Whatever. So I quickly wash my already impeccably clean cock and jump out to dry myself while Lynn is complimenting my body and trying to restore some chemistry. I lay on the bed and have to wait an inordinate amount of time while she showers and dries -- by this time I've gone half limp and am starting to turn sour, which is no small feat because I had popped a 50mg Maxifort about 45 minutes prior.

To be completely honest, it was the first time in my life I was not anxious about being slightly limp. Instead, I wanted her to see that I had lost my mojo w/ her and she needed to get to work and quit fucking around. So she comes to the bed and instantly grabs a generic condom. I say no, and point to my special order Crown condom, so she grabs it and tries to put it on immediately. Whoa girl! Give me a little stroking first, turn me into an oak branch and show me your Latina passion, I was thinking -- but no, she slips the rubber on and mounted me ¾ hard and commenced w/ a pretty lame cow girl -- WTF? I was trying to tell her put some lube on me and give me a nice rub before the pounding, but she thought I meant for her pussy and said, yes, we must use some. Problem was she didn't have any in the room! So she says I have to pay the cum boy $1 for the lube. I say fuck that, I don't NEED any lube to pound, I just would have liked some cock tugging first, but she jumps up, runs into the hallway again and yells for some lube...

As I lay there, I was fuming and considering just walking out, which would have been a first. We had truly top shelf chemistry in the club, but now it had turned beyond lame. How could have that possibly happened? I was perplexed, but also pissed, because I wasn't getting as much GFE in bed NAKED, as I was fully clothed in the club. Ironic and maddening at the same time. I was looking at her in the hallway, noticing that she was a little flabby in the mid-section (which likely explains why she wears a dress in the club) -- she definitely is not a chica who goes to the gym or does any crunches. Her tits are average and she has a medium-sized tattoo on her left shoulder blade that read “Daphne” (her daughter's name). She was about a 7 in reality, but I had thought she had a really cute face and that electric chemistry pretty much evaporated all her physical faults when we were down in the club. Now I was more critical / analytical and decided all she deserved was a selfish / indifferent pump and dump, alpha-male style. So I willed my cock-o-saurus to full attention and yelled at her to get her ass back in bed w/ or w/out the lube, I didn't give a shit.

The next 10 minutes was pure aggressive pounding, mostly doggie, but some mish. I didn't say a word, didn't make eye contact, no affection of any kind. I made sure she was grimacing with each long stroke, but nothing too off leash. I can't say I was enjoying it, but it was something I felt I had to do to restore the natural order of things. As such, I couldn't cum in her, so I faked it w/out too much fanfare then immediately pulled out and walked to the vanity to clean myself up. Not a fucking word. When she asked if I was OK and if it or she was good, I shrugged. We got dressed in silence, walked out a few feet apart, and once on the street I gave her fake kiss on the cheek and said goodbye. But fuck, was I steaming mad for about 15 minutes. It took a nice carne quesadilla w/ guacamole and a spirited chat w/ a TJ Amigo to finally calm me down and get me laughing again.

In retrospect, I can understand putas running their restrictive programs w/ every monger, regardless of any “connection,” but the contrast between upstairs / downstairs was so dramatic in this case that I was literally flabbergasted by it. Fair enough, live and learn, and all that jazz. Would I repeat? Don't be fucking retarded gents, of course not. But I wonder how she'll react next time I walk by her at HK? Did she feel badly about what transpired between us? Oh well, plenty of fish in the sea as they say... wait, does that make me a fish monger or a whore monger???