Tuesday is hopping now at Cielos

On a three day trip to Monterrey to visit some old girlfriends and make some new ones (and I did) I went by both Cielos and Matehuala on Monday night. Both places were dead with about twenty customers and same number of girls, but maybe thirty waiters. I had one 35 pesos Dos Equis at both locations and left. I noticed both of these clubs now have adjacent storefront brothels with some tired looking heavily made up thick whores standing around outside or inside. The one next to Matehuala asks 120 pesos for fifteen minutes and the girl will give you a CBJ for 200, without bothering to undress. The one next to Cielos asks 500 pesos at the door, and the girls similarly asks 200 pesos for CBJ and mish for fifteen minutes. I went back with Marisol at the first place and Coral at the second, and it was nothing special. I didn’t even come close to getting off with either girl.

I came back to Cielos on Tuesday for the three for two special they run on that day, You get three dances for 160 pesos instead of two. The club was hopping . Both stages had three girls dancing and some of them were even naked by the fifth song, a pleasant change from last May. They have even turned up the house lights a little. Ladies drinks are still eighty pesos. I spotted my old favorite Candy along the wall and we went up the stairs to privado lap dance area. I paid 320 for six dances and Candy spotted a corner booth. I stood her before me and undressed her slowly, then started sucking her marvelous titties and fingering her sweet pussy. She asked me if I wanted sexo for 500 and I said maybe later. She then asked if I wanted BBJ for 500 and again I demurred. I was happy just to kiss and fondle her, given that I had already had three escorts that day. After they called her name for time, she asked me for a 200 pesos tip. Some nerve, she was the only one who had an orgasm. But I like her and want to stay on good terms with her so I paid without complaint.

One sour note, when I left on Monday I couldn’t find my half full beer because my table had been cleared and my waiter was nowhere in sight. So I went to the bartender and told him I owed for one beer and paid the 35 pesos. When I walked in on Tuesday, my waiter came right for me at the entrance and claimed I had stiffed him the night before and I owed him fifty pesos. I explained that I paid the bar but he refused to accept that and he was not going to leave me alone until I gave him 50. He was a big guy, named Reyna, and looked both strong and mean. I won’t be intimidated and I argued the point with him, but I was at a distinct disadvantage since the entire conversation was in Spanish. It wasn’t worth the hassle to argue further so I gave him 200 and he counted out my change slowly and a bit menacingly. Just a word of caution. As I left the bar after fondling Candy, he was by the exit. We good? He asked me. Yeah, we’re good.