I had to go... so now I know...
I've been to other MC locations and I heard the Guadalajara location was beautiful, an upscale location, and had the prettiest girls so I had to check it out. I definitely agree it is a beautiful location. The pictures are as advertised... however, it is a bit smaller to see in person. Don't let the size of the club stop you from visiting. The location was clean and modern looking. I certainly didn't expect to be in anything so fancy in Mexico. I wasn't the only gringo in the club but I was the only one not in a suit just a nice shirt, slacks, and shoes. The suits were getting a lot of attention. Most likely spending it but were obvious drunk and getting grabby as the bouncer had to keep going over. There were maybe another 8-10 locals there at the time which ranged from cowboy boot wearing to mariachi's. It was an interesting spectacle to see the locals dancing with the girls (hand to hand and hip to hip) at their tables but from what I could tell none of them spending much money. I wouldn't care so much if they didn't seem to be more entertaining the girls. I swear, they were dancing on the stage more than the dancers. WTF!!! I didn't pay 200 pesos, or was it 400 pesos, to enter the place to see this crap. Oh wait... I didn't pay when I walked in. They said I would pay later so it was probably part of my final bill. Whatever, they have their own flow... who am I to mess that up.
There were a mixture of ladies. I found it very interesting that most of the girls were foreign. A lot of Russians, Colombians, Venezuelans, a Costa Rican chic, I believe an American, and maybe 3-4 Mexican girls. They were all fairly pretty but nothing to go nuts about. A local girl sat with me. She was new to the club. She had a nice body... she had some hips. I enjoyed our broken conversation. It appears the bouncers or waiters will call send girls over from time to time. It wasn't clear to me why she was the first to talk to me. Anyway, after a little bit of talking the waiter asks me if I plan to buy her a drink. The price I was quoted, which I suspect is the "gringo" price, was 1100 pesos (about $59 USD) for a small bottle of champagne. We were having a nice conversation so I agreed. That prompted more eyes on me as the girls fake danced for other drunks in the place. LOL. My girl was laughing and joking and showering me with compliments. Sure enough she was done with the champagne in about 20 mins. The waiter came around and offered another round. I declined and asked him about the cost of their other dances. I was quoted 1750 for 8 mins or 2500 for 15 mins .in a private area. Again, sounds like the "gringo" price but I was having fun so I said OK. I told my lady I wanted the 15 min and off we went carrying my drink along with me. The private room had another bar with bartender upstairs. They took us to a curtained off room with a comfortable leather chair, a smaller leather chair, and a small desk to place my drink. It must have been her first dance in VIP because she asked the waiter something before she got started. She came in and was stripping her clothes off slowly while I touched all over her body (except the vagina area). Her panties stayed on but she playfully pulled down the sides from time to time. For a strip club in Mexico, I was shocked that there really wasn't a lot of contact. Sure, it was sensual. Sure, she dropped her goods on my shaft a few times but really not much grinding. She kissed my neck a few times and there was plenty of nibbling on my ear and breathing softly in my ear. All in all it was a bit disappointing considering the price and location. I only did one session in favor of trying another girl with more experience just in case there was more the club offers. Anyway, my time was up and I went back down to my table. We talked a little then she excused herself to the bathroom and promised to return.
Whoosh... some old, fake booty, bad skin, lots of make-up Colombian swooped in grabbed my hand and start giving me compliments. I was trying to politely tell her I wasn't interested when another local Mexican also swooped in. She was plain looking but had a great petite body. I was interested but I wasn't done with the original girl I was with and more importantly I needed to get rid of this creepy Colombian. The Colombian kept going on and on about BS. She would not let me get in a word. So, I ignored her and explained to the local girl that I like to be with one dancer at a time and that she had just left to go to the restroom. She understood, looked up and saw her and called her back over. It appears my girl may not have been coming back. They said a few things. I didn't catch the whole conversation then the the local girl left and my original girl sat in her place. The Colombian is still at it. Yap, yap, BS, more BS. I told her one girl at a time and she began begging for a tip. I slipped $1 USD to her and she fussed about it. I should have known. LOL. That was the biggest waste of a $1 ever and I've tipped pregnant women and old wrinkly belly women in my past. Hey, if I'm drunk, sh*t happens. I should have bought McDonald's with that buck. Anyway, she finally left. Good riddance.
Here comes the waiter again. Drink for the lady??? I felt like she was one of the cutest in the club so I said sure. She moved her chair closer, scooted closer to me, grabbed my hand and wrapped it around her waist as if to claim me as her own. Again, we talked, laughed, and joked for another 40 mins. She finished her drink and tried to convince me for more back room dances but I declined and we parted ways. It was around 12:30 AM by that time and the club was dead. The drunk Mexican guys had taken over the stage dancing with (sometimes groping) the dancers. Ugh... I've had enough. I wanted to party but it was just too boring in the club for me.
As I was leaving the club, the waiter sent another girl over to me. She was just OK but I was a little fed up with the club by that point. I told her I had to work in the morning. She gave me a look as if I insulted her. It was nothing personal... I fell out of the nostalgia of being in a strip club in a foreign land. Quite frankly, based on my experience at this club, there is no place like home.
