Trocadero Club—The Hall of Whores
When asked why I went to Lima, Peru, all I could say was, “because it was there?” In part, I was encouraged by others who had been there including a fellow monger who posted a lot of information and was highly successful. Mongering is a sport, and I am no where near in that monger’s league, so his advice was valuable, but I had some personal issues that kept me from truly enjoying the city. One of which included blowing my Friday night by getting locked out of the apartment I was renting through Air B&B. I ended up having a good time in Lima, as just exploring the city’s red-light options was great fun.
There is a website focused on Lima, www.pateron.com/home, run by Byun211 that was helpful. He posts most of his stuff on YouTube so you can see some of it for free, but I subscribed anyway. Turned out to be a good move, as the guy who runs the site was very helpful when I contacted him directly. He runs tours, but wasn’t in Lima when I was. There was another monger that I was going to connect with, but he sent me a message to say that Columbia was so great for him, he wasn’t leaving. And there was another monger tour operator, but for the $150-$300US he was asking for strip club tours, I could get a lot of action on my own for that kind of money.
Sunday came and I was flying back to the USA early Monday morning. I didn’t want to leave Lima without leaving at least one genetic deposit. Public transit is almost nonexistent. There are lots of buses, but they are all privately owned. An assistant to the driver steps out when the bus stops and shouts out where the bus is going. So if you don’t know the city, getting to your destination by bus can be challenging. There is a government-run bus system that works something like a metro system, but there is only one path and it crosses the surface streets, so it has to stop for some traffic lights. It is cheap ($1.40US one way), relatively fast compared to being in traffic, and frequent. Cabs are cheap, but you must negotiate first. Uber is cheap, but you have to deal with traffic, which is UGLY. I would not risk driving in Lima. The fact that cars there do not all look like post Demolition Derby contestants is amazing. They cut each other off, drive with their horns, and things like stoplights are merely advisory. If you are a pedestrian, DO NOT wear dark colors as your chances of being rundown go from 60 percent in daylight to 95 percent after dusk. Crosswalks are just targeting zones.
Anyway, I took a cab to Trocadero Club Sunday evening. The Web said it might be closed due to a holiday, but I figured any formal strip clubs would be closed or empty, so this was my best shot. Worst case, I take one for the team. The cab ride was about $10US from the Miraflores apartment (about seven miles?). The trip through town was interesting, as it went through both a modern section that seemed middle-of-the-road and sections that were downright scary. Of course, the way the driver was driving, anyone who got in our path would be mowed down. Initially the cab pulled into a truck repair center, so I thought we were at the wrong place, but then near the back of the lot the entrance appeared, and the driver said we were here. A few surly-looking people were sitting outside the entrance. There was also some kind of operation to the right of the entrance that I thought I would check out later, but didn’t.
The entrance fee was 17SOL ($4.25US) paid at a small window. There were a fair number of local mongers flowing in and out, so I followed the path to the lower level. There are two levels with two long hallways each. The light was low, but bright enough that the girls could be evaluated clearly. Hard to count, but there were probably 40+ mongers roaming the halls, some just standing around. Might have been that they were waiting for a favorite to finish with a client, so they could take their turn. Or maybe they were just recovering. Nobody looked particularly happy. I was dressed business casual, so I stood out compared to the locals’ daily attire and gathered a few glances. Nothing threatening. The girls stand in the doorways. I would say they invite the monger clients in, but most of them looked rather forlorn and waited to be approached.
I did a couple of laps through the hallways. At any given time, there were maybe 30+ girls available. There were letters and numbers over the doors, which I assume was for navigation purposes. Men’s rooms at the end of the halls. A few category 4s. Mostly category 5s, and actually a few 6s and 7s. I am guessing that the 6s and 7s considered themselves the 9s and 10s of the club and appeared to have a bit of an attitude. I wanted a woman who looked like she was anxious to please. Some wore masks, so I considered them for backup, but I need an attractive face.
There were lots of A-cups and I was in the mood for a puta with a little meat. Most were natural, local, and had at least some thickness. A few were clearly enhanced. I almost left without pulling the trigger, but that would not have given me the total experience and been unfair to the rest of the “team.” There were a few security people roaming around and I didn’t feel unsafe, but prospects were not great. Signs indicated no cell phone use and when I brought mine out to check the time, I got the evil look. However, there were others sitting in the halls with their cell phones in use. My minor concern was someone trying to take the phone away from me.
There was a thicker, category 5, curly-haired woman that seemed to have the right attitude. I must have passed her three or four times. She stood proud and she smiled at me every time I passed. And she was wearing puta attire, looking like she was ready for business. Some of the girls were in street clothes or ill-fitting garments. Attitude is everything, especially in this environment, so I finally inquired about her price. 40SOL (about $10US) for 30 minutes. For a $10 investment, how bad could it be?
She let me in the door of a small room with an accessory room with a sink, toilet, and shower. The queen bed took up most of the main room with hooks on the wall to hang clothes and she directed me to strip down. She seemed to be enjoying entertaining the green Gringo. The smallest bill I had was a 50SOL and she said she didn’t have change. Might have been BS, but looking around it seemed like I was her first and only customer of the day. So she got a $2.50US tip in advance. Likely I could have negotiated her down, but TJ street girls are over twice her fee and that is just their starting point. I was in the bargain basement…literally, so I wasn’t going to quibble a few bucks.
She directed me to the side room with the sink and had me hold a plastic tub under my male parts. She then gently washed me with soap and warm water, dried me, and directed me to the bed. She stripped off her one-piece, exposing her natural DDs, some minor baby damage, and a trimmed patch.
There was a clean sheet, but no pillows on the bed. I laid down. She put a condom on the bed and moved up between my legs where she stopped and started a BBBJ. I didn’t ask for a BBBJ, but it was a great start. She was aggressive, breaking to lick my balls and rub my dick between her natural DD boobs a few times. Sometimes putas are so anxious to get you to cum and move on that it is irritating. She was doing a great job, changing rhythms, doing some deep throat, and showing off her expertise. I didn’t want her to stop, and she didn’t.
I was starting to feel that the magic moment was upon us and I gave her some hints that I was going to cum soon. She didn’t stop or slow down. I thought about fucking her, but I would not have done so without a condom and her BBBJ was feeling GREAT. I thought about asking for anal, just to see if it was an option, but I was in the moment. I popped at about the 20-minute mark and she took it all in the mouth. She made sure that I was completely empty then went into the bathroom. A little later I noticed a toothbrush by the sink, so I am sure that she did not swallow, but that was no matter to me.
She came back with some paper towels and wiped me down and then directed me to the bathroom. Handed me the plastic tub and again, gently washed me down with warm water and soap. We dressed and I headed for the door. We hugged and she tried to kiss me on the lips, but I dodged her.
Having fulfilled my mission, I left the property and there were taxis waiting in the parking lot. About 10 pm I was back in the apartment, satisfied with the adventure and having a story to tell. If I wasn’t leaving the next day, I would consider going back. Maybe not to her specifically, but a BBBJCIM for $12.50? You bet.
