(I hope you don’t mind if I use frank language, since Mexican SPs are not at risk to LE like Calgary SPs).
On a recent trip to Mazatlan, Mexico, I discovered some inexpensive services from some beautiful providers. The action doesn’t start until after 10 p.m. Since I was with a business group, I was only able to get out on my own twice. I garnered most of my information from parked cab drivers. They were most happy and excited to tell me the best places in town.
The first night I went to “Tarrandas” on the corner of Mexico and Esteban Flores, a couple of blocks south of the Naked Lady Fish Monument on Paseo Claussen (the main street on the ocean near the “Centro” part of the city). This is billed as a “titty bar” or strip club, but it offers EVERYTHING. I drove myself, but cabs are relatively inexpensive (negotiate price first) and safer. I entered just after 11 p.m. The place was lively and filled with Mexican men. I was the only Anglo. I quickly made friends with some of the waiters (no waitresses here). It helps to know a minimal amount of Spanish. I was seated next to the elevated stage in the far-left corner. There were only three girls dancing on stage (6-7 rating). I ordered a locally brewed “Pacifico” beer (Corona is sold in Mazatlan, but the locals appreciate Pacifico for the jobs it has created). The cost is 20 pesos—about $1.80 US (they only speak of pesos and US dollars). Pretty soon there were about six girls on the stage—the new ones in the 8-9 range—some very young. I nursed my beer and observed the local protocol. Men signaled to their waiter and pointed out their preference. The waiter then gets the attention of the dancer and the next dance starts on the patron’s table and ends in his lap—most provocative. The dancers strip naked, lay on the table and allow DATY & digits. I asked my waiter how much for a dance—50 pesos--$4.50 US!
I ordered another Pacifico and feasted my eyes on an 18ish, 5’5”, slender dancer with a “Tyra Banks” face and radiant smile—a positive 10. I got my waiter’s attention and while pointing to her said “Quiero la chica por favor.” She displayed tremendous emotion and dance moves. She started dancing on my table in 5” glass heels, seductively stripping off one piece at a time, until completely naked. She then slithered into my lap and gyrated with the music, hands above her head. The music ended too soon. I ordered another dance. She picked up where she left of—totally connected with me. She used one hand to place my left hand on her pussy and guided me stroking her. She placed her other hand behind her and stroked my (by now) surprisingly rock hard cock. I was totally hers.
I asked her how much it would cost for her to come to my car parked outside. She knew no English, but signaled to her manager. He said $100 US. I agreed. She held my hand and led me, not to my car, but to a backroom, where a lady charged me $20 US for a room and wanted $5 US for a condom (I had my own). In the small dimly lit room was a black wavy couch and the walls were covered with mirrors. She again beautifully stripped for me, undressed me, stroked my cock, made me stand up and embrace her, and dance with her. She kissed me passionately and then guided me back to the couch, dancing on top of me—all the while smiling her beautiful smile and acting as if I was the best guy she had ever had (I am much older than she and not as attractive as my youth). She forced my head into her breasts (only an A cup, but beautiful youthful nubbins—a real turn-on for me). She then slipped my “party hat” on and sucked me until I had to push her away. She stood again, leaned against the mirror, and wanted me to suck her pussy. I fingered her instead. She then guided my cock into her and we danced to the music until I had to push her away. She dramatically turned me around, pushed me onto the couch, and then settled her pussy onto my cock, smiling and moaning, forcing my hands to clutch her breasts. She was gasping for air. I came in her and she appeared to love it—caressing me and saying dear gentle Spanish words. She waited for me to clean up and dress, took my hand, and proudly led me back into the dance area. This was one of the best SPs I have ever had. Personality/Attitude 10, Looks 10, Performance 10—Overall 10! Her name was “Nomilla,” as best as I could understand. Total cost of evening $133 US.
I had hoped to get to “La Zona Roja,” the red zone, where the “real” action is, but was unable to, since it was much farther from my hotel. It’s located on Jose Maria Pino Suarez in the southwest part of the city. The most recommended spots are across the street from each other, “El Dragon Rojo” (the red dragon) and the more expensive “Dos Gordos.” Maybe next time.
On my next to the last night I was able to get back to “Tarrandas,” and hoped to get an even better deal. I ordered a Pacifico and picked out a 5’7”, thin, small-titted, rock-solid dancer with a beautiful thin pointed face. She appeared psychologically “distant” on the stage, and I should have known better, but her sculptured “six-pack” fascinated me. I had never been with a woman so well defined before. While pointing to her, I asked the waiter how much (Cuanto cuesta?) for her in the back room. He responded 150 pesos ($13.60 US)—too good to believe—and it was. Once we were in the room (no room charge this time), she stripped for me, undressed me, and danced with me. She then guided me onto the couch, and while sitting on top of me stroked my cock (but without much emotion). I was fingering her wet pussy, but she still did not show much emotion. I handed her a condom, but she looked startled and pushed it away. I was not going to copulate with her without a condom. So she continued to stroke me and I continued to grasp her small firm breasts—but no kissing with this chica. I finally came, spurting like “Old Faithful” (heavy on the “old”). She immediately knocked on the door, and the matron handed her a wad of toilet paper for both of us. Personality/Attitude 6.5, Looks 9, Performance 6.5 (she got the job done), Overall 7.3
Although it was time for me to head back to my hotel, I was not satisfied, so I had another two Pacificos and enjoyed the dancers’ beauty. Finally a dramatic-looking, 5’9”, long black-haired, black-eyed, beautiful 40DD curvaceous dancer caught my eye. I pointed her out to my waiter and he had her leading me to the back room in no time. As she passed my waiter, he smiled and put out his hands in a squeezing motion signaling “what melons.” She asked for 200 pesos once inside the room. I asked for full-service and she declined, but asked for 100 more pesos for oral. I agreed. Inside the room she undressed me, slipped off her black panties, but would not take off her bustier, however, she exposed her fantastic firm natural breasts and encouraged me to caress them. She then slipped on a free “party hat” and proceeded to suck me every which way for at least three more dances. I was slow coming a second time, until she turned and put her pulsating wet pussy right in my face. I was done in no time. But then she pulled my “party hat” off and licked me clean. Unbelievable! I should note that both nights I was there were not weekends, and I was likely the most affluent customer, so I may have received VIP treatment. For good service I always tip generously in a country that is striving to earn a living wage. Personality/Attitude 7, Looks 9.2, Performance 8.5 (Only rated down because not FS. This is the best oral sex ever), Overall 8.2.
The cost of three beers, watching free dancing for 2+ hours, a skin-to-skin dance and hand job, and the best oral I have ever had $46.40 US. I am anxious to try other Mexican destinations—some beautiful and fulfilling women. Muchas Gracias!
On a recent trip to Mazatlan, Mexico, I discovered some inexpensive services from some beautiful providers. The action doesn’t start until after 10 p.m. Since I was with a business group, I was only able to get out on my own twice. I garnered most of my information from parked cab drivers. They were most happy and excited to tell me the best places in town.
The first night I went to “Tarrandas” on the corner of Mexico and Esteban Flores, a couple of blocks south of the Naked Lady Fish Monument on Paseo Claussen (the main street on the ocean near the “Centro” part of the city). This is billed as a “titty bar” or strip club, but it offers EVERYTHING. I drove myself, but cabs are relatively inexpensive (negotiate price first) and safer. I entered just after 11 p.m. The place was lively and filled with Mexican men. I was the only Anglo. I quickly made friends with some of the waiters (no waitresses here). It helps to know a minimal amount of Spanish. I was seated next to the elevated stage in the far-left corner. There were only three girls dancing on stage (6-7 rating). I ordered a locally brewed “Pacifico” beer (Corona is sold in Mazatlan, but the locals appreciate Pacifico for the jobs it has created). The cost is 20 pesos—about $1.80 US (they only speak of pesos and US dollars). Pretty soon there were about six girls on the stage—the new ones in the 8-9 range—some very young. I nursed my beer and observed the local protocol. Men signaled to their waiter and pointed out their preference. The waiter then gets the attention of the dancer and the next dance starts on the patron’s table and ends in his lap—most provocative. The dancers strip naked, lay on the table and allow DATY & digits. I asked my waiter how much for a dance—50 pesos--$4.50 US!
I ordered another Pacifico and feasted my eyes on an 18ish, 5’5”, slender dancer with a “Tyra Banks” face and radiant smile—a positive 10. I got my waiter’s attention and while pointing to her said “Quiero la chica por favor.” She displayed tremendous emotion and dance moves. She started dancing on my table in 5” glass heels, seductively stripping off one piece at a time, until completely naked. She then slithered into my lap and gyrated with the music, hands above her head. The music ended too soon. I ordered another dance. She picked up where she left of—totally connected with me. She used one hand to place my left hand on her pussy and guided me stroking her. She placed her other hand behind her and stroked my (by now) surprisingly rock hard cock. I was totally hers.
I asked her how much it would cost for her to come to my car parked outside. She knew no English, but signaled to her manager. He said $100 US. I agreed. She held my hand and led me, not to my car, but to a backroom, where a lady charged me $20 US for a room and wanted $5 US for a condom (I had my own). In the small dimly lit room was a black wavy couch and the walls were covered with mirrors. She again beautifully stripped for me, undressed me, stroked my cock, made me stand up and embrace her, and dance with her. She kissed me passionately and then guided me back to the couch, dancing on top of me—all the while smiling her beautiful smile and acting as if I was the best guy she had ever had (I am much older than she and not as attractive as my youth). She forced my head into her breasts (only an A cup, but beautiful youthful nubbins—a real turn-on for me). She then slipped my “party hat” on and sucked me until I had to push her away. She stood again, leaned against the mirror, and wanted me to suck her pussy. I fingered her instead. She then guided my cock into her and we danced to the music until I had to push her away. She dramatically turned me around, pushed me onto the couch, and then settled her pussy onto my cock, smiling and moaning, forcing my hands to clutch her breasts. She was gasping for air. I came in her and she appeared to love it—caressing me and saying dear gentle Spanish words. She waited for me to clean up and dress, took my hand, and proudly led me back into the dance area. This was one of the best SPs I have ever had. Personality/Attitude 10, Looks 10, Performance 10—Overall 10! Her name was “Nomilla,” as best as I could understand. Total cost of evening $133 US.
I had hoped to get to “La Zona Roja,” the red zone, where the “real” action is, but was unable to, since it was much farther from my hotel. It’s located on Jose Maria Pino Suarez in the southwest part of the city. The most recommended spots are across the street from each other, “El Dragon Rojo” (the red dragon) and the more expensive “Dos Gordos.” Maybe next time.
On my next to the last night I was able to get back to “Tarrandas,” and hoped to get an even better deal. I ordered a Pacifico and picked out a 5’7”, thin, small-titted, rock-solid dancer with a beautiful thin pointed face. She appeared psychologically “distant” on the stage, and I should have known better, but her sculptured “six-pack” fascinated me. I had never been with a woman so well defined before. While pointing to her, I asked the waiter how much (Cuanto cuesta?) for her in the back room. He responded 150 pesos ($13.60 US)—too good to believe—and it was. Once we were in the room (no room charge this time), she stripped for me, undressed me, and danced with me. She then guided me onto the couch, and while sitting on top of me stroked my cock (but without much emotion). I was fingering her wet pussy, but she still did not show much emotion. I handed her a condom, but she looked startled and pushed it away. I was not going to copulate with her without a condom. So she continued to stroke me and I continued to grasp her small firm breasts—but no kissing with this chica. I finally came, spurting like “Old Faithful” (heavy on the “old”). She immediately knocked on the door, and the matron handed her a wad of toilet paper for both of us. Personality/Attitude 6.5, Looks 9, Performance 6.5 (she got the job done), Overall 7.3
Although it was time for me to head back to my hotel, I was not satisfied, so I had another two Pacificos and enjoyed the dancers’ beauty. Finally a dramatic-looking, 5’9”, long black-haired, black-eyed, beautiful 40DD curvaceous dancer caught my eye. I pointed her out to my waiter and he had her leading me to the back room in no time. As she passed my waiter, he smiled and put out his hands in a squeezing motion signaling “what melons.” She asked for 200 pesos once inside the room. I asked for full-service and she declined, but asked for 100 more pesos for oral. I agreed. Inside the room she undressed me, slipped off her black panties, but would not take off her bustier, however, she exposed her fantastic firm natural breasts and encouraged me to caress them. She then slipped on a free “party hat” and proceeded to suck me every which way for at least three more dances. I was slow coming a second time, until she turned and put her pulsating wet pussy right in my face. I was done in no time. But then she pulled my “party hat” off and licked me clean. Unbelievable! I should note that both nights I was there were not weekends, and I was likely the most affluent customer, so I may have received VIP treatment. For good service I always tip generously in a country that is striving to earn a living wage. Personality/Attitude 7, Looks 9.2, Performance 8.5 (Only rated down because not FS. This is the best oral sex ever), Overall 8.2.
The cost of three beers, watching free dancing for 2+ hours, a skin-to-skin dance and hand job, and the best oral I have ever had $46.40 US. I am anxious to try other Mexican destinations—some beautiful and fulfilling women. Muchas Gracias!