Back to Adelita's

I was in San Diego on business and a bunch of associates who'd never been to T.J. convinced me to be their guide. We caravaned down to San Ysidro in two rental cars, parked near the Jack-in-the-Box, hiked across the border (which has changed) and piled into four cabs and got dropped off at the Adelita Bar. I planned to have us spend 90 minutes or so there and then hike down to Hong Kong but we never got that far.

I don't like Adelita as much on a Friday night. It was too crowded and too noisy and we had to throw some tip money around before they found us a place to sit. Our two Designated Drivers skipped the beers and alcohol but had a little trouble getting anything else. The tip money though got us a lot of attention from the guys who work there and they brought a nice stream of ladies to our table. I said "9" for dancer quality because there were a number of ladies there deserving of that number but the average was more like 5. I don't think there's a straight guy alive who couldn't find a couple of women there that he liked.

Several guys in our party were scared about venturing to the hotel with a lady and two of the eight never tried it at all. One had proclaimed before we got there that he was just going to watch. One of the others just chickened out. The rest of us more than made up for them. One guy went up four times in the four hours we were there. I had two ladies. One brunette reminded me way too much of a girl I once had the hots for back in school. Before we went up, she warned me that she was having her period and she couldn't do much down there but said she could make it up to me with her mouth. She was true to her word. The other lady had reddish blonde hair and even with her clothes on in the bar, you could tell she had an amazing rear end. One of the waiters told me after we got back that she was one of the busiest whores in the place because in Mexico, men are always more interested in the ass than in the tits. There's a fun fact.