Subject: ASSC ASPT Bob Smyth post #4 Chicago Club From: nobody@REPLAY.COM (Anonymous) Date: 1998/03/08 Message-ID: <6dsp1r$6rs@basement.replay.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.prostitution.tijuana,alt.sex.strip-clubs hola, it's me again. thanks for letting me invite myself to your party. previous posts summary: bob travels from san jose to adelita; he wanders around inside a bit and then hangs around out front for a few minutes. this is post #4 (i wish I got paid by the hour for this journalistic effort). right now... i'm typing this as i sit at the computer in the back corner of chez paree in sf ca (147 mason st; if you visit; tell 'em bob sent you). it's late so i'm too tired to operate the shift key. my brain barely works due to a humungous dinner i ate at morton's steak house with bubba & sfo-leather during "free friday" night at chez paree. i recommend morton's. it is a tad bit pricey though; the total bill for the three of us was $190. morton's is about a 1 or 2 minute walk to the northwest of union square on post street. while sitting at morton's with bubba & mr sfo, i described my trip to them in it's entirety (sp). actually i did leave out the part where i noticed that the tj customers prefer to dispose of their used condoms via the toilet rather than the trash. while bubba was sinking his teeth into $30 medium rare porter house steak, mr sfo-leather wanted to know if any of the girls down there had obvious open sores. i should have explained to him that, according to the aspt ng, the sex workers at adelita & cc submit to physical exams as part of the city's attempt to regulate the business. instead, i asked bubba, "that steak rare enough for ya?" i tried to keep the conversation low because the people around us were really dressed up and older (a lot of gray hair). some of them must have been props for a cadillac commercial. we had already gathered a few dirty looks. I was in loud plaid lap shorts and two multi pocketed lap shirts and my nike lap shoes. mr leather was in... leather. bubba was sporting a spiked dog collar around his neck with a chain leash attached to it. even in normal attire, we might have gathered a few looks in this high class restaurant. in person, bubba looks like... well he doesn't look like fabio. sfo-leather looks like a reincarnation of rasputin but with eyeglasses. I look like the bald guy who is on the gold club bill boards; except i have hair and he doesn't. if you put a rug on that guy, some nerd glasses, and some plaid clothes, he'd look just like me. i'm surprised they let us in. now, i transport you back in time a few weeks to tj mexico. feb 21 (1998) about 2 or 3 am. i'm in front of the adelita. i face north. i turn to my right. i cross the street. i turn north and then cross another street. i enter the chicago club on my right. i walk down a short hall. eventually i enter a square room, smaller than the adelita room, but similar in some ways. i see a bar on the left. i see a stage with dancing couples in the center. i see rest rooms at opposite end of the room. i notice the alcove full of women on my immediate left. i see fewer places to stand than at adelita. the room seems less crowded than adelita. i do find the women's looks more to my taste. i walk all the way around the room circling the stage at the center and end up standing near where i entered. again, it seems all the women are wearing too many clothes. it makes sense though because it is kind of chilly in there. i spot a blond, a young woman in hot pants leaning against the bar. i introduce roberto smyth to her (pointing at my name tag). she barely speaks english. her teeth creep my out a little. they are rimmed in gold. i ask her price. her price is $60. i ask if $50 is enough. nope. i pout; i move on. i spot another who looks good. same interchange but i like her teeth. (i think her name was merrium, or mary, or marion.) she is slender, pretty, brunette, with a reserved air about her. she is in a tight cocktail dress. she speaks better english. same price; $60. i try an offer of $50; she says no. i pout; i move on. i spend the next 30 or 40 minutes standing around the wall near the entrance to the restrooms. i talk a little with some of the other women but none of them really seem to appeal to me. i was tired. i was not ... horny; i was a complete aspt failure. according to the aspt ng some of the guys would getting it up for a 3rd try by about now. i figured i came all the way to tj; i should get laid now. but then... i figured i should not pay for sex if i did not want any. then... i figured if i did not hit this slow softball i'd be laughed off the internet. but then... i figured if i was sleepy i should go get some sleep. so... i gave in to bob the wimp; i left cc without getting laid. i walked to my hotel, crawled into bed and thought about what a very long day it was and what I had learned: -on friday night, budget 90 minutes to get from palo alto to a gate at sjc airport -the bus stop for the bus to american plaza in san diego is a few paces to the left of the sw air area at sd airport (as you exit the sliding doors). -the trolley from american plaza to tj has tijuana written on it. don't get on it if it does not say tijuana on the front. -hold on to your transfer from the bus; it pays admission to the trolley -my analog cell phone does not work in tj -a little spanish can go a long way -revolucion is the main street and runs north-south -revolucion turns dark & dangerous on the north end of town; constitution is a better north-south travel route there. -constitution is parallel to revolucion (1 block to the east); the chicago club is on constitution; don't be lazy about consulting a map (like i was). -from adelita, the chicago club is at "2 o-clock" -if a lady says $50 she might mean $60 since they sound the same in a noisy club; verify the price with a simple "50?" written on a piece of paper. -the ladies were in no mood to bargain. i pondered my lessons; my eyes closed. i slept until.... real late the next afternoon (saturday). to be continued ... -bob "sweet dreams" smyth anon 5192 @ nyx . net www.nyx.net/~anon5192