Four Days is Not Enough

HK is always a great time. Spent four days in Tijuana on this visit, Wednesday through Saturday. Spent some time in other clubs, but despite the higher expense, HK is my favorite club. Stayed at the adjacent hotel. The desk clerk recognized me from previous visits, and gave me a nice, basic room on the 5th floor.

Thursday night I was waiting upstairs for my ATF girl, surprised how much of a zoo it was at 9 pm. (I usually hang out during the day on weekdays, when things are much quieter and the girls are hungrier.) A girl approached and said, “I know you.” She was physically attractive, despite the big bolt-ons, and clearly drunk. I told her I was waiting for someone, but she was not put off. “She doesn’t like you. She likes your money,” she said as she tried to sit on my lap. Newsflash, it is a brothel. Most of the girls are 20-40 years old, hot, and wouldn’t give this 60+ monger a second look on the street. I need to feel a connection with my girls, but I am not looking for a relationship, which is why I prefer to pay-for-play. If she wasn’t offering it for free, I wasn’t interested. The Yin and Yang of reality and fantasy.

I got a little firmer about not wanting her company, but she sat next to me anyway. I ignored her. She flung a few drops of her beer on me. That of course that was a great sales pitch. I told her to stop it and moved further away from her. I looked back and she had laid on her side. Apparently another monger was waiting to pounce, as a guy in a blue shirt walked up and started fondling her. I do not understand the attraction a monger might have to a drunken puta, but I was thankful that he took her upstairs and out of my life.