The Fly in the Ointment
La Mosca VIP Table Dance Mexicali (The Fly in the Ointment)
I wrote this up in May of last year. However, it wasn’t until now that the club was added to TUSCL. I am sure that the information is still relevant.
Third time in Mexicali. The first time I was with a local girl that I did a TLN with. The second time it was a Saturday night and I was exploring clubs on my own and spent almost all of my time at La Mosca. The third time it was a Thursday night and I was again on my own to start. I spent some time in Miau Miau and El Guau Guau. Reports on Miau Miau and El Guau Guau to follow if they get listed.
I parked at AA Parking. $6 for 24 hours. (Very cheap compared to San Ysidro that cost me $72 for a little over two days the last time I visited Tijuana. (Tried the San Ysidro lot behind Jack-in-the-Box and had my car cover stolen. Reported it. They couldn’t care less.) The first time at AA Parking I had to wait about an hour to get into the lot. These last two times, there was no wait. You describe your vehicle (make, model, and year) to the attendant and he returns a ticket to exit, with the advice, “Don’t lose it.” This time I had to follow someone who was leaving to find a good parking space. It is a dirt lot with little in the way of markings, so you have to find a “space” that suits your vehicle. The lot seems to be secure with lots of cameras. (On the second visit, I returned about 3:00 am and the lot was brightly lit.)
Note that as I was leaving the parking lot, I made a right turn and there were two parking lots, one with a huge new sign that indicated that parking was $5 (I assume for a 24-hour period) and another for Colorado Parking. I knew Colorado Parking was there, but according to the internet, you must leave your keys, which wasn’t my first choice. However, the benefit is that you cannot lose your keys on the other side of the border.
Walking from the AA parking lot, you turn left and a few blocks down you can look to your right and see the pedestrian border crossing. There is some new construction that looks to be a new border crossing point is in the works. (FYI, there is a bank of Bank of America ATMs about a block down toward the border.)
Crossing the border, I went through a couple sets of turnstiles. In a large room there was an Xray belt on the left and a group of military personnel manning a steel inspection table with little to do except chat with each other. The second visit I didn’t bring any luggage, so I walked in without a challenge. The third visit, the X-ray was not operational. Every visit I had a FFM from my trips to Tijuana and was prepared to show it, but it appears that they don’t issue or require FFMs to cross at Mexicali. Indeed, the only place that has required this form is Tijuana, and then not always.
It was about 4:00 and the weather was mild, so the second visit I walked about a mile to the cluster of clubs that included Miau Miau, Porky’s (a gay bar), and La Mosca VIP Table Dance. Miau Miau is the first to open at 5:00, so I went looking for a hotel room nearby. Most hotels in the immediate area looked like scary movie places. Hotel la Chinesca is a short walk from the clubs in an active (apparently safe) area.
It was $350MX for the room with a $120MX deposit, and the clerk kept my passport, which I wasn’t happy about, but it got worse. The room is very basic. A bed, a working TV, and a ¾ bath. Also, the AC worked very well. Considering that it was under $20US and I didn’t expect to spend much time there, I thought WTF I will keep it and walked back to the clubs.
Porky’s doesn’t open until 9:00 (and I wasn’t interested anyway, but I mention it here in case a reader wants to avoid it or goes both ways). I looked in Miau Miau and there appeared to be little activity other than a few girls sitting with the three clients and a few solo girls. It was pointed out to me that one of those clients was a Gringo, who was sitting with two girls. Hard to judge the attractiveness of the girls, as it is rather dark and everyone, save the meseros, was sitting down.
I went to La Mosca, where there was about 12 women, 10 clients when I entered, and a dancer on stage. Looked like a good place to hang out at least for a short time. (Although, I have to question why anybody would name a bar after an annoying house fly.)
La Mosca is very clean and reasonably large size. My mesero, Alex, spoke enough English to easily communicate and was a decent, young guy. Found out later that few of the meseros speak English and Alex gets most of the business from non-Spanish speakers as a result. It helps that he is a cool guy and a good mesero. Most of the meseros were dressed in white shirts and black pants. I had mineral water ($4US). Alex checked on me, but was not aggressive. Other meseros tried to serve me, but Alex shooed them away. Apparently, there is respect among the meseros for each other’s clients. Alex was impressed by my tiny bit of conversational Spanish. I told him that I was learning, in part to show respect for Mexico. Their country. Their language. I always act like a respectful guest and I am treated well.
I watched the stage and the crowd for a while. Most of the women had hourglass figures (enhanced tops and big bottoms that might have been enhanced). I suspect that liposuction and tummy tucks are popular seeing some scars and tattoos along the lower abdomen. There were a few others that might be classified as “spinners.” I like thick women and most were 6+. There were a few stunners that scored in the 8+ range. During course of the night, the crowd grew to about 40 clients and 40+ “entertainers.” Drinks/fichas for the women are $13US each. The girls get $100MX for each drink they sell and the meseros get $10MX (plus tips) per drink sold.
A square stage is ringed by tables and booths along each wall. The booths are semicircular and wrap around a tiny platform. The girls will dance on the platform for $10/song; however, there wasn’t a lot of dancing at the tables, as there is a continuous stage show that offers a similar experience and high personal contact in the booths in exchange for fichas. Most clients were sitting at the tables or booths chatting and sharing drinks with the women. On the right-side wall (from point of view of the entrance) are some booths with poles. Occasionally I would see a girl dancing on those poles for a client. The bathrooms are at the back of the club complete with a toilet troll. A large TV screen on the right side of the back wall announces the name of the dancer on stage. The music ranged from classic rock-and-roll to hip hop to Mexican rock and it was loud, but not so loud that it completely impaired a conversation.
I was approached by Viola (I think) who introduced herself. She is built like most of the others. Big boobs, small waist, and big ass. She is probably in her early 30s, pretty, and spoke a little English. We chatted briefly and she asked to sit with me, but I told her that I wasn’t ready for company. When I felt ready, she was occupied with another client.
Estrella, 24 years old and similarly built with big, fake boobs, approached and was very personable. Zero English, but she is a master with Google Translate. (Viloa left her client and every once in a while she would shoot me the stink eye as she walked around looking for new meat.)
I found out through Alex that Al Capone used to distill his liquor in Mexicali, where he was considered a legitimate business man. (My trivia lesson for the evening.) And there used to be a substantial Chinese population that waxed and waned with the US political atmosphere.
In the booth I did an inventory of Estrella’s girl parts over-and-over. She wouldn’t kiss on the lips, but she did a lot of kissing on the cheeks and neck. She offered easy access to her most intimate girl parts, but then after a moment would pull away. A few minutes later, she would offer them again. Lots of teasing. (She had to change her panties a few times.)
She consumed about five short beers an hour and at the end of our time together (about 12:00 midnight) she confessed to being fairly drunk. Apparently, each time she took a bathroom break, she also had a few shots of tequila in the back.
I said goodbye to Estrella and Alex. Estrella seemed to be happy to have the funds they give her for selling her drinks. I was going to tip her, but I was so bleary that I walked out in a bit of a daze and didn’t do so.
I walked to the hotel. There were a few homeless on the street, but everywhere the streets were well lit, no one approached me, and no one begged. The streets are clean, and many of the businesses, such as the OXXOs and pharmacies are open 24/7. I stood in front of the hotel and contemplated crashing there. While standing outside, I did a little research on hotel vermin and there was a risk of bringing home some bed bugs, a nasty critter that is very difficult to exterminate. Instead, I walked back across the border, crossed, and napped in my car. Asked why I was in Mexicali, I replied, “Drinking in the bars,” and I was waived through. I thought that I would get an early start, then remembered that the hotel had kept my passport. (Got across to the USA with my Global Entry.) Back across the border unchallenged, I took a taxi to the hotel, retrieved my passport and $150MX deposit, and walked back to the border crossing. The crossing to return to the USA is next to the crossing from the USA. There was a line of about 10 people the second time I crossed at about 11:00 am. I have Sentri, but there was no Sentri line/agent, so I had to wait about 15 minutes to get across through the All Travelers lines.
Returning to Mexicali a few days later, I was again in La Mosca and it was a different story, as I didn’t spend a lot of time with one woman. Primarily I hung out by the stage and gave the girls dollars. (Even the locals trade in dollars US.) Met some very cool locals. A couple of guys asked to take a picture with me…the token Gringo. The locals that befriended me are: Roberto, Miguel, and Caesar. Very friendly people. Good times.
I spent a few hours at the stage, especially because I had some great conversations with the locals. Mostly comparing cultures and political ideas. Their English was pretty good. Some tried to give me dollars to give to the girls, but that I thought was going too far and I declined. They bought a round and I bought a round. Most of these guys were in their mid-30s, worked in the USA and lived in Mexicali.
I decided to spend some one-on-one time with one of the chicas. “Barbie” is about five-foot, C-cups, trim, pretty, glasses, no kids, no tattoos, and 20-years-old. She walked past me and I said, “Hola.” She replied, “Hola,” and kept on trucking. I asked Alex to connect me with a girl of his choice. He chose Barbie. I had a bad feeling about this but WTF, one drink and I will know. She allowed some contact, but the vibe was clear, she didn’t want to be with this old Gringo. She said no sex. We chatted a little bit, but one and done. I left to walk back to Hotel del Norte by the border. That hotel is inexpensive, fairly clean, but like many, the building is dated.
I received a modest room for $57US. My room was on the second floor (no elevator) and faced the border crossing. It wasn’t too bad, but for some reason, when the light at the intersection turns green, there is always someone who isn’t paying attention and the horns start. Also, every time a taxi passes (which is often), horns are used to attract attention. And early in the morning a train rumbled by. In total, I got about three hours of sleep.
Looking out the window of my hotel room, there was a line of about 40 people. I guessed that they were people who lived in Mexico and worked in the USA, and that the line would soon dissipate. I was wrong. To top it off, I had left my Sentri card in the car on the USA side. There is a Sentri line to the left of the main line that allows people to pass the entire line. There wasn’t a separate Sentri border agent. Also, inside the building where I had previously walked a short distance to the agent counters, there was a temporary maze with about 140 people waiting to cross. I was in line for at least 90 minutes, waiting to see an agent.
The (attractive) female border agent asked, “English or Spanish?” Clearly she wasn’t looking at me, just my passport card. During all my visits to Mexicali, I encountered few Gringos and there were few in the line as I waited. She asked the usual questions about why I was in Mexico (drinking), and if I had anything to declare (no)? She was a little bit gruff. I don’t think they expected the crowd that they got. Or she was just hating life. Or she had not been allowed to shoot anybody that week.
At least it wasn’t like Tijuana, where the regular line can be three+ hours long. I will NEVER leave my Global Access card behind again. I am guessing that because it was a Friday and after the Memorial Day holiday, the line was unusually long.
I went back to Mexicali a few weeks later and explored other clubs. My target was El Guau Guau. (Staff was great and there were some hot girls.)
As a side note, I was told that there are putas who hang out in some hotel lobbies. In my strolling around, I spotted one hotel that clearly had working women, Hotel Nuevo Pacifico. I passed it once at night and saw one woman standing outside. I also passed it late the next morning and saw two women who looked to be available. The women were dressed like and looked like civies, but one woman I overheard clearly negotiating with a potential client. They were attractive from what I could see. In good physical condition. Two looked to be in their late 20s and the third in her middle 40s.
Hotel 16 De Septiembre had two young spinners standing outside at 9:00 am that were clearly awaiting clients. Both were lean and barely of age. Not into wham bam, but if you are, this is the street action I observed.
