Jackquontee's Return to Acapulco

[griersetrorry]

ttt, jackquontee great thread. I will be returning to Aca in a couple months and I will heed your advice and appreciate your input.


I visited once before and visited both the strip clubs and the brothels on seperate nights.


Strip clubs:
As far as the strip clubs, I do not remember which one was which, (I was pretty intoxicated the whole trip), however I do recall that I liked most of them, and some of them had good looking girls, not great, but good (4-8's). The night I visited the strip clubs I was alone, (except my taxi driver).

At the first small strip club, (sort of a dive type bar if you ask me) you entered near the end of an alley way, and all the lights were red inside, the girls were sort of used and abused looking so I just sat and had some beers and never negotiated for a lap dance or anything else. Although the dancer who came and sat next to me did allow to me to play and enter her with my fingers as she was stroking me beneath my pants as we sat at the table. All for no tip, so I believed it to be a good deal and a great night starter.

The next couple of strip clubs I don't remember much, just they were about the same as the first. I wasn't 100% impressed and I thought "what if the clubs don't get any better?" (as far as women and atmosphere), so I gave in and picked one of the best looking girls (after a couple more years under my belt I now know that the better looking the girl does not always the mean the most fun) I could find and negotiated for sex. I was escorted to a back room where we had sex for approximately 45 minutes, I am pretty sure I paid 100US$.

Then towards the end of the evening I asked the taxi driver (I paid him a couple extra bucks and he stuck with me through the whole night and spoke spanish for me when I needed him to as the strip clubs do not charge you for your driver's entrance so he came in and sat at all the tables with me) to take me to the last strip bar he knew about, I think I recall him saying it was a newer establishment, but I am not sure on that one.

This last place was by far the largest club and probably the best, bright neon lights outside and you could hear music from a block away as we were parking. As I got up to the door to pay my entrance fee, security patted me down and found a small digital camera on my persons and told me I would not be able to enter with my camera, so I had the cabi run it back and put it in his cab. Then I paid my money and we entered. The atmoshpere followed from outside to in with bright neon lights and the music was blaring, I mean extremely loud. I ordered a bucket of beers for me and my cabi, (yes I had been buying him beers to drink even though he was driving me since it's always more fun to drink with someone haha), I recall drinking this incredible MX domestic beer named "Indio", oh it was good. Quickly two girls were in our large half round booth. A young and very attractive girl sitting next to me. I enjoyed her company as I ordered the girls drinks and we sat and drank and had a good time. After a while she finally convinced me to go to a back room for a dance or whatever I negotiated with her. We passed regular small booths or rooms for dances and entered a small hallway with about 4-6 doors in it if I remember right. We entered the last room. The room was very small and plain or bare, it had a bed and a bathroom in the corner. I negotiated for the full service experience, (I believe it was 100US$). We proceeded to have sex for approximately 1 hour.


Both times, the girls allowed allowed pretty much anything you wanted, ie: kissing, touching, feeling, but did require a condom. I did not negoitate or ask for a BJ, just because I was really in the mood for sex, but I am sure they would have commited to that act just as easily.




Brothels:
The very next night I was on a mission to find a brothel. This night I had a friend with me as well. I recall asking the taxi driver (a different driver) to take me to a brothel or house of ill repute. He acknowleged and exclaimed he would in his broken English accent. As he drove around trying to remember where they were and phoning other people to ask where to go, he finally found one. The establishment looked like a run down residence, with a large fence surrounding the house, a bit too shady in my personal opinion, so I asked him if there were others we could go to instead. He acknowledged and made more phone calls.

He found what he thought to be a second brothel and then a third, both with similarites as the first which deturred me away. Upon thinking about telling him to just take me to strip club instead, he had remembered one more place.

Now I do not recall the name, but by blaccjacc's description I believe it to be the same Casa Rosa. It appeared as single story old ex-hotel in my personal opinion, with a large patio or veranda as blaccjacc described. With several sets of lounge chairs and tables on one half (with no one in them) and a small outdoor bar on the other side. The bar had no lights on or above it, with no one behind it beside it either. So I just followed and set with my taxi driver and friend at one of the lounge tables and chair sets.

As I sat there, about 12-15 (guessing) different ladies walked from the back and out in front of the chairs we sat in. All stood in a line side by side. All the ladies were attractive, and in multiple varieties. Some tall some medium height, some dark hair some light hair, some lighter skinned some darker skinned, but I believed all of them to be of Mexican decent. I would venture to say all of the ladies were in the 5-8 range on a 1-10 scale.This was my first visit to an actual brothel so I was a bit nervous. The staff asked which lady do you like, and I was a bit embarrassed to choose, because I feel bad for the girls you do not choose, it must make them feel bad about themselves. So I told my taxi cab driver which girl I thought was the best looking in my opinion (my only description was "the one in the black bikini), and he spoke in Spanish telling them which lady I chose. Now the problem was there were two girls in black bikinis and they both stepped forward out of the line, so i had to man up and point and say "her" as I pointed my finger towards the second to last girl in line. My friend then made his choice.

Both ladies walked from the line and sat next to each of there persepctive dates, me and my friend. Everyone introduced themelves and then began to make small talk. Within 5 minutes or less my lady was trying to negotiate a price with me for one hour of time and sex in a room. My friend was to pay, so he spoke to the cab driver and made a deal of $180US for both girls for one hour, they agreed. My lady grabbed my hand and asked me to follow her to a room, I grinningly did. A staff person met her at the door and handed her a couple towels, a bar of soap, and some condoms.

I walked in the room and sat on the edge of the bed looking around the room, (it was a fairly large sized room with a bathroom and it was well lit, clean as it could be for the rooms concern I suppose) happily waiting for some directions. She asked me to stand up and take off my clothes, I was very happy to oblige her of this request. I ripped my clothes off pretty quickly as she was doing the same. She asked me to follow in suit to the shower, and she asked if I minded her soaping or lathering me up while we walked in the warm streaming water. I said I did not mind at all and she lathered my entire body as I became extremely aroused. She acknowledged this and spent an extra minute on that region caressing and lathering. It was oh so great so far. During this time I grabbed a second small bar of soap she had, and lathered her entire body, spending extra time on her breasts, butt, vaginal region. After we rinsed thouroughly and then stepped next tot he sink and dry off with the clean towels. She then escorted me to the bed where she began to perform oral sex on me, with a condom. Then laid on the bed and pulled me on top as I started to penetrate her. We continued to have sex for a good amount of time, probably about 35 minutes and since I had still not finished she asked me if I could perform masturbation so I would finish. I sat up and masturbated right above/in front of her, while I was fondling her breasts and vagina. I also proceeded to kiss and suck on her breasts. After a bit of time I finally finished and released my fluids all over her stomach and breasts, she was ok with this. She was smiling and acting like she enjoyed it, (whether she really did or not I will never know haha). Then she asked me to accompany her to the shower again, so I did. Again she lathered me and I lathered her, which made me extremely aroused again. So much that I excitedly stated "I still have some more time" and I jumped over to the bathroom counter and grabbed the other packaged condom and slipped it on. I then proceeded to have sex with her standing in the shower for the rest of the time, it was really enjoyable. Afterwards we rinsed off, dred off, clothed ourselves, and she gave me a kiss good bye and thanked me. As we walked out of the room I tipped the staff however much they requested, (I think it was only a couple dollars?). I proceeded back tot he patio and greeted by my friend who had already taken care of the money portion beforehand and he was waiting on me. He asked if I enjoyed it and if I was satisfied with my time spent their. I excliamed I was very much so and he said ok lets go somewhere else. I agreed and off we went.

The last place of that evening we stopped by was a very large club with huge panaramic windows that over look all of the Aca bay, it was located on a large hillside just SouthEast of the bay. This was neither a strip club nor a brothel, just a dance club. This place was a semi-fancy place, it did require collared shirts and no tennis shoes if I recall correctly. We walked inside after paying a $40 per person cover fee, eek! The place was packed, from wall to wall, all the seats and booths, the entire dance floor, all tourist from one place or another. I met many girls there all from somewhere different. Canada, Australia, Europe, the list goes on and on. I was able to talk my way into sitting in one of the prime booths with three young very gorgeous ladies. My friend purchased a bottle of Dom Perignon for all of us, (he likes to spend). After a few dances and talking some I had two girls all over me. Back at the booth they were making out or DFK with me, one and then the other, then back to the first one again. I knew this was going to be good. We spent the rest of our night at this club until it was closing down, (I don't recall what time). I asked if I could escort the ladies back to where ever they were staying, (I was staying with family so I could not bring them back to my place) however for some reason they did not like that idea. So the night ended earlier then I wanted, but still was very good.

So all in all I was very pleased with Aca and I hope I enjoy it just as much this next go round.

 

[Mimi resurrected]

“What’s the Spanish for ‘how much?’” he asked.

“Cuanto.”

“Cuanto?” said Cliff to the girl. He was grinning like a clown.

“Tres mil,” said the girl. I had 200 pesos on me. I don’t think Cliff had even that much.

He turned to me. “How much did she say?” I didn’t answer. I was out of my depth and scared — scared of the girls, of the sex, of being found to have so little money on me, of the pimps who had to be nearby. I tensed my shoulders, bunched my courage and left. I expected something to happen. It didn’t. I expected Cliff to follow. He didn’t.

Outside, the commissionaire bore down on me. He was sorry the girls had not been to my liking. Could he recommend the Casa Quinta? I ran fast through the warm night to my hotel.

[How stupid. You know, it's not the first time I've had to suffer through one of these "all the details of the brothel except sex" so-called first hand accounts. And I do mean "first hand," like the writer must have a date with his palm that very night]

 

[Niko171]

Confessions of a tourist: Going loco in seedy Acapulco
Too many beers and an errant Canadian led Joe Bennett into exotic trouble

I WENT to a brothel in Acapulco. I hadn’t meant to. I blame the Canadian.
I was a teacher then, in my early twenties, and had taken a party of kids to Mexico to drink cheap cocktails and tramp over ruins and have their pockets picked. By and large, the evenings were my own.

The Canadian latched onto me in a bar. I was drunkish. He was drunk. I wouldn’t recognise him if I met him today unless I saw him eat cashew nuts. He chewed with his mouth open. The nuts turned into paste. I’ll call him Cliff.

When Cliff discovered that I spoke Spanish, he asked me to take him to a brothel. I got in the front seat of a taxi, Cliff in the back.

“Adonde?” said the driver. He had a crucifix dangling from the rear-view mirror.

“Go on,” said Cliff. “Ask him.”

I told the taxi driver that my friend would like to go to a house of ill repute. The driver turned to face me full on. I reached for the door handle. The driver switched on a full-beam smile, a slice of joy.

“So,” he said, “how does your friend like his ladies? Big, or young, or Chinese...”

“What’s he saying?” asked Cliff. He was gurgling with excitement.

“Okay,” I said, “he said it’s okay.”

The Casa Rosa had a gravel car park. A commissionaire opened the door of the taxi and bowed from the hips. He ushered us onto a sort of veranda, then disappeared.

There were no other men there and perhaps 20 young women on loungers — all wearing bikinis. All were pretty. A few were beautiful. It was about midnight and as warm as a bath.

The veranda gave onto a small open-sided room that served as a bar. I scuttled there. Cliff followed, as did two of the girls. Two small bottles of beer cost me half the money I had.

My girl, self-appointed, was dainty and dark-skinned and she had long hair. I made desultory, embarrassed conversation with her, but I was paying more attention to Cliff’s girl — tall and wearing a bikini of synthetic leopardskin.

I watched her snuggle a knee against Cliff’s thigh. She stroked his forearm and peeled some sunburnt skin from it. Then she took a grape from the bar top and laid it in the palm of her right hand and swirled it around. As it spun, the grape stood up on end. Cliff was entranced, gone.

 

[enrodude]

Anyhow, although I had a hell of a time, I realized after leaving that I was actually burnt out on the place. I’ve been there 4-5 times over the past 18 months or so, and now it just feels like it’s time to move on. I’ve got a couple of trips to DR coming up and RIO at the end of the year, so I think I’m going to concentrate on RIO, Central America, and SEA for the next couple of years. So, this will be the last Aca report you’ll see from me for a while. Some final pictures. Hope all enjoyed.

 

[gateman]

After several hours of drinking, the only thing I recall next was having 2 hotel workers enter my room on what I thought was the next morning. They woke me up and asked me what room I was in. I told them 1233. They said great. The problem, however, was that at that moment I was in room 1433, and it was 3:00pm. Son of a bitch!! I asked them through a fog and haze how in hell I got there. They said that someone had called and said that there was some guy asleep outside of the room, and they came along and put me to bed. Great guys. In all honesty, I have no recollection whatsoever of the previous evening after about 2am. I promised the guys I wouldn’t have any more Don Julio (a promise I was not to keep, and one I suspected they knew was a lie as they laughed) and headed off to my room to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

Now, fellas, before I headed off to Aca, I promised myself I was going to do a detailed report when I returned. In fact, I had intended to carry a notepad with me and take notes. One of the things I have always admired are the detailed reports provided by others. Not so much for the entertainment they provide, but also for the specific information that can be gleaned from them. I lied again. I was getting into so much shit (having fun), the report was the last thing on my mind.

The second night of the trip my buddy and I decided to hit some of the other spots. We started our night at Mango’s (non p4p scene) just to get some drinks in us that weren’t going to cost an arm and a leg. After that we hit Tabares (I wanted to check this place out as I had not been there since I was told there wasn’t any p4p about 18 months ago). I still was not impressed with it. I wish they would get rid of the circus atmosphere.
From here we move on to Las Chicas. There were a couple of girls who IMO were about a 7, but nothing for me to get excited over, so we moved on.
We decided to head on over to El Sombrero, which I fondly remembered from a previous trip. I’ll be damned if the place wasn’t closed down. There was another place called El Sombrero II that was located about a couple of doors down from the old ES, but it was a shell of what the other place used to be.
We decided to make one final stop for the night at a place across from Mango’s called Samantha’s. Another disappointment. All of these places seem to be imitations of what one would expect (or hope for?) in an establishment. The girls are anywhere from 4-7's, and management seems to be a bunch of rookies, begging for your business, rather than luring you in.

So, the remainder of the trip was spent at Foxy’s. I just love the atmosphere as well as the selection of girls.

Now, I didn’t stop to think about the difficulty I might have in playing around while my novia was working. On a couple of occasions she spotted me looking at the various girls and would put her hand over my eyes. At first I thought it was a little cute. But then I started to realize that if that shit kept up, I was going to find myself paying a pretty penny for an actual vacation, which is not what I was there for. So, at one point when she went off to serve drinks, I grabbed a couple of girls and took them to the back room. An hour later I returned and she was pissed. Evidently she had gone looking for me and was told by my taxi driver where I was. At this point I had to tell her that although we have a friendship, I don’t recall there being any committed relationship and, that, in fact, when I first met her, she had a boyfriend. And for all I knew, she still did. This seemed to cool things down a bit.

On another night I had the pleasure of catching what turned out to be the biggest freak I had come across in ACA. This girl did it all. I took her back to the hotel and was caught by security and had to pay what I believe (the brain was a little foggy here after many Sol’s and Don Julio’s) was US$60 to check her in. But, it was well worth it IMO. See for yourself.

 

[caring carer]

However, my buddy was a bit more fortunate than I was on the first night. They have rooms onsite that can be used, and they don’t charge extra. While I was busy with my novia, my buddy had “negotiated” a deal for US$150. After he returned I read him the riot act because I told him before we arrived not to go for anything more than US$100. However, I had to remember my first few times out as well. Here’s a few pic’s.

 

[secretly submissive]

This will have to be done in pieces in order to accommodate the corresponding pic's.

The last time I was in Acapulco I told my novia I would come back to visit her during her birthday. I kept good on my word. The lat time I went I recall arriving in Mexico City and passing through Immigration, picking up my luggage, going through Customs, and then re-checking my baggage and checking in for the remainder of the flight to Acapulco. That was not the case on this trip. My buddy and I arrived in Mexico City and went to baggage claim to claim our luggage. We waited and waited and waited. I tried to get some help from some bitch with a nasty attitude who finally informed me that she did not work for Delta, the airline I was flying. When it finally became apparent that we were going to miss our flight to Aca, we went to the Delta desk and had to be rescheduled on a later flight. We were assured that our luggage would be waiting in Aca when we arrived. It felt like I was being told “I love you” by some whore. Sure enough, when we arrived in Aca, we were told that the plane that we were originally supposed to take off on from Mexico City never departed because of mechanical problems. So, our luggage would have to be brought to our hotel the next day. Son of a bitch!! We had to go shopping now, and I ended up dropping several hundred dollars within the first couple of hours of arriving in Aca. There’s a particular type of clothing brand that I like called Tommy Bahama’s, hence the cost. Our luggage did arrive the next day with, of course, a few items missing and the suitcase opened and taped together.

In any event, we settled in at the Fiesta Americana, located in the Playa Condesa area, got showered and dressed, and headed off to Foxy’s. It had been a while, and I couldn’t wait. Upon arriving at Foxy’s we were greeted by some old acquaintances and shown to our seats. All of a sudden, my novia came from out of nowhere and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. Apparently, even though I had told her I would be returning to celebrate her birthday, she wasn’t sure. I imagine most of you know how it is when you have a novia in a certain place, there won’t be much p4p going on outside of the novia action. So, because my novia works as a cocktail server in the place, my first night was limited to knocking back some Sol’s and Don Julio’s. I was to find that outside of the whores and the novia, Don Julio was to become my best friend on this trip. Here’s a few pic’s of the novia.