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Save two observed in the club.
I drove to the border crossing on a Sunday with the expectation that I would walk around for a bit, look in the club, see that it was dead because it was Sunday, go back across the border. Didn’t quite work out that way. I had been to this clubs once before (May 2019) and had a fairly good experience, despite there being only one do-able (which I did) girl. This time it was very different.
From the beginning, after driving down a road that doesn’t look like it is going anywhere, on the right side is a parking lot a few hundred meters from the border crossing. To park overnight is $10. Shorter times are less, but I don’t remember the prices. Plenty of space to park. About 30 other vehicles in the lot. A few people with luggage going toward the border from the lot. I was a little concerned, because my computer and other valuables were in the car, but adventure awaits and it is the only option.
Crossing the border on foot (at about 5:00 pm), there is a walkway on the right side of the traffic lane. I followed what looked like a local into the check in area. A sign on the window to my left said, “Foreigners Check In,” or something similar. I stopped. I looked. The window was open, but there was nobody in the room and nobody in the area to challenge me. There were a couple of agents out in the vehicle lanes, but they were occupied. I walked on. From across the street someone yelled at me, “Hey mister. Do you need dental work?” something that the area is famous for. The street is lined with pharmacies and dental offices. I ignored him and he chuckled.
Turning right, most of the businesses were closed. A few girls shouted at me, “Do you want a massage?” Massage were the only businesses open. I followed three rough looking guys speaking English about how they didn’t have a lot of money to spend, and so hoped to find an ATM. They were clearly Gringos and seemed to be heading for the club. I tagged along behind them, thinking that it was safter to look like I was part of their group.
One block down, and a left turn and the club is about a block down on the right side of the street. A well-lit sign makes it easy to spot. A security guard frisks each of us as we enter, asking in English, “Any knives? Any weapons?”
I was tempted to reply, “Just a friendly weapon.” But between the language barrier and the general attitude of most security people, I caught myself. No cover charge. No ID check. There was some kind of list on his stool, but I don’t know what it was for. Last time I was there, we went out the back of the bar to the private rooms, but it might have been some kind of check-out sheet.
I was shocked to see that there were about 14-20 girls/women and about 20 mongers. The stage was well lit, but the rest of the bar was very dark. There was a girl performing on stage and continuous performances while I was there. It is Sunday night for cripes sake in Los Nowheres Mexico. I was surprised that the doors were open, much less this much activity. Some of the girls had enhancements. Most of those enhancements were overdone. The putas were Latina, in case that needed clarification. However, sitting at the stage were two White girls that appeared to be flanked by their tattooed Latino Gang Banger boyfriends/husbands. They were tipping the girls on stage fairly well, dressed in civilian attire, and didn’t leave the stage tip line the entire time I was there. There were a few other Latinas in the room that looked like civilians. Most of the mongers looked like locals having a good time. The three guys I entered with disappeared in the dark. The mesero’s English skills helped put me at ease; I did not feel out-of-place.
The stage and club layout is the same as my previous visit. Bar to the left. Stage in the middle with tables to the right. Toilets in the back next to the lap dance booths. The toilets were clean and there was no troll, if that is important to you. All transactions were in dollars US.
Many of the mongers had girls dancing in their laps. Two mongers that were sitting at the stage across from me had girls “dancing” in their laps. Their girls looked so bored. They were literally resting their elbows on the stage, heads in their hands, shaken their asses for the mongers, not changing from that position. I am surprised that they were not looking at their phones. The guys looked like locals and seemed to be having a good time.
All the girls were “thick” to be kind. Personally, I like thick girls, so I was in a good place. I did see two pretty spinners, but they looked nervous and very young. (They did look to be of age, just for the record.) They spent a lot of time alone.
The mesero asked what I wanted to drink, speaking clear English. I had a mineral water. It came with lime already squeezed in it and salt on the rim ($3 plus $1 tip). I was a little concerned that it might have been spiked with something that I didn’t order, so I took a number of tiny sips and waited for a reaction. No problems. Had two more over the course of the evening and zero risk or reaction.
Mari from Guadalajara sat in the chair next to me at the stage and introduced herself. She is 37 years old, sporting small, natural C-cups, with a little in the middle, and a plump ass. Her face was okay. Curly hair, which I like. No tattoos. Most would put her in Category 5. (Picky 20-somethings who hold up their rubber women as their standard for Category 9 might rate her Category 4 or even Category 3, but she was personable and I liked her well enough.) She asked me the basic introductory questions before asking me to buy her a drink. Her drink was $10 and I tipped $1, so HK prices. (The drinks can be a good value IF the woman drinks SLOWLY and entertains during your time together.) She asked if I would like her to dance for me.
I accepted thinking we would move to a table but she moved my chair away from the stage a bit. She wiggled and shook as best she could in the limited space, guiding my hands over her body. The boobs came out and I took a long taste of her large nipples. She over-acted her pleasure a little, but at least she wasn’t checking her phone. She danced for a full song and I gave her a $1 tip.
Over the course of the next hour, she had two more drinks and danced for me on average, every other song. The stage performers didn’t get any tips from me because of Mari’s performances, which I thought was a bit rude to the stage performer, but it seemed to be the norm, so I rolled with it. Never got any grief from the staff or the performer. Might be SOP for the bar.
I explained to Mari that I had considered spending the night on the Mexican side of the border, but couldn’t find any hotels on my smart phone. I asked for her suggestions. She said that I could find hotels in Yuma. After a little back-and-forth about the lack of accommodations, she asked if I would like to pay to spend the night with her in her room. Apparently the girls from out-of-town have their own rooms at the club. I didn’t ask how much, because I wasn’t interested in spending the whole night with her. (If she had been a Category 6+ and a little younger, I probably would have pursued her offer.)
She then offered private dances for $20 (no sex). I accepted, but she didn’t go anywhere. She did speak to several staff members, but no action. Finally an older guy takes my $20 and they lead me to the back of the bar where there are tiny booths with curtains. Mari makes sure that the curtain is closed by trying to hook it on the splinters on either side of the doorway. She quickly strips everything off and proceeds to wiggle, grind, and guide my hands over her body. This goes on for about three songs. I thought sure that Mari would want money for her time (as the $20 was paid to the house), but no. No request for a tip. I gave her $5 in pesos and that pleased and surprised her.
On stage there was a couple. He was a civilian that looked to be Gringo and already had his shirt off. The dancer was hanging off of him in all kinds of positions. Another stripper took off his belt and proceeded to drop his pants and beat his ass with the belt.
It is about 8:00+ at this point. The border closes at 10:00. Mari was reading my mind, because she was showing me that the border is open until 10:00, likely in an attempt to get me to stay longer. (It reopens at 6:00 am.) Then Mari offers sex for $80. I was in TJ that morning and was “serviced” by a repeat HK puta, so my interest level was low after the long drive from TJ. (It is a bitch getting old.)
I hung out at the stage with Mari for about another 30 minutes, before going to the toilet and then telling Maria that I was leaving. She was of course disappointed, but I tipped her $10 (yeah, I am a cheap shit) for the time spent with me and left the building. My biggest safety issue was the vehicles that were rolling down the street, as they didn’t seem to be paying much attention to pedestrians.
The walkway to return to the USA is on the opposite side of the street from the entry path. To walk straight across, there is a sign that says, “USA Return” with an arrow to the right and the path taped off. A line of vehicles waiting to exit was between me and the return path. I walked on the opposite side of the road, looking for someplace that indicated that I was to cross into the return path. I walked for about a hundred yards and realized that there was nothing keeping me from crossing to the return path from where I was. So found a break in the fence and I walked back toward the border crossing.
At the end of the path was a small office with a sign on the door, “One Person at a Time in the Building.” There was no one else in the line outside and no one in the room, save the two border agents. I walked in. Barely looking up, one of the agents took my passport card (didn’t seem to be any reason to give him my Global Access card) and asked what I was doing in Mexico. I replied that it had been a long time since I had been there, so I was playing tourist and looking around. I am guessing that his computer showed that I had recently crossed the border in TJ. He had me stand in front of the camera for a moment and asked where I was going. I answered and he let me continue. I am sure he hates his job.
It was a very long path to get off of the fenced pathway out of the office and back to the street on the USA side. It let out on the other side of the entry road. No one was waiting to enter Mexico by vehicle at that moment and those waiting to exit Mexico had not moved the whole time I spent exiting on foot. The vehicle exit line is single file and if a vehicle is held up for any reason, everybody waits. No special lanes for Sentri. Of note, near the club there is a lot that offers parking for $3/day, but I don’t recommend driving into Mexico at this point if you don’t need to. I didn’t see anywhere you could buy Mexican auto insurance, like there is in TJ. Everything of interest is walking distance. And although the majority of the businesses were closed and there were few people on the streets, the streets are fairly well lit.
I got back to my car. An attendant seemed to be wandering around the lot with his girlfriend. Nobody else was around that I could see and the lot was well lit. Near the entry booths I heard the girl yell at a vehicle trying to leave through the entrance booths to go the other way to exit. Finding the exit in the dark wasn’t easy, but eventually I stumbled into it and found my way back on the street. Dialed up a hotel application and got a room in Yuma. If there were rooms in Mexico, they didn’t list any. Weird that it is clearly a destination for medical, dental, and puta services, but no overnight accommodations and a fair distance back to Yuma or Winterhaven for a hotel. With the border closing at 10pm, you would have to be rather hard core to hang in the bar all night.
Would I go back? Yes, especially because I like thick girls (some of whom were very pretty) and overall people were very laid back. Two or three meseros serving in the club and no pressure. Of note, one of the bored girls that I saw at the stage earlier got up to leave her seat. She is pretty, young, with big boobs and the ugliest ass I have ever seen in my life. (I thought Cone Ass in TJ was ugly.) She must have had implants made out of rejected potatoes. There were lumps in places that made it unreasonable to think that she could sit down comfortably and it was far out of proportion. Definitely made it worth the trip for the amusement value. She set a new standard for the ugliest butt in Mexico.
