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Tijuana: The Real Sin City 24 Hours in a Brothel for Free A couple of my friends and myself entered the strip club/brothel named Adelita Bar on a Tuesday night. Like usual, the place was filled with half-naked girls and horny gringos touching girls for a dollar. We found an empty table and proceeded to sit. A chick's ass with only a thong hovered over my shoulder, she was sitting with her back towards me on top of the booth-like seat. I smiled at my friend and gave the "EHHH" check out the nice ass behind me. My marihuana growing operation in Los Angeles had gone adrift, that I had to move with to Tijuana with my growing casting couch fake lights and a couple of ounces of premium OG Kush and Headband. I had only been living in this wild city for a week, my friends came from San Diego. Despite being the drug capital of the world, quality marihuana is hard to find. The ass that hovered over my shoulder turned around and jumped on my lap facing me. "You are a stoner baby, you have weed?" She said excitedly. My long hair, unkempt beard and my smell gave me away as the stoner that I am. I didn't have any with me, but I told her that I had the best in town. We got to talking, which meant I had to buy her a drink. Her fake name was "Amy." Great body, pretty face, natural tits, huge ass, brown skin, the girl was an 8 (out of 10). Her red-head friend was a bit hotter, but her crooked teeth were a turn-off, she sat with my friends for a drink. My friends weren't happy that they were sharing a girl, so they opted to check out the club next door, Hong Kong Club. I told them I was going to wait behind, because it was possible I was going to get this girl's number. "It's my turn to dance, but don't go anywhere, I'll give you my number," Amy told me. Amy and her red-head friend went on stage and got naked for a few dollars, then went backstage to get changed. It took for what it felt like an eternity for her to show up again. I was about to leave when I saw her coming out with a piece of paper. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and put it on my hand quickly. "I am not supposed to do this, you should go," Amy confessed. I left the place and headed to the club next door. I unfolded the paper. It had her phone number and her Facebook name. I joined my friends in the club next door, in which ironically I saw them sharing a different girl. Wasted as they were, they were both trying to get a lot of action with little money. They failed and we split ways. The next morning I woke up and looked Amy up on Facebook. "In a relationship with Charly Pérez," revealed Amy's status. I clicked on this fool's profile "2 friends in common." I asked a friend about Charly and if he knew she was dating a prostitute. "Yeah man, Charly is always fucking hookers and getting in relationships with them," said my friend. Charly also was a drug dealer. We barely exchanged messages, but I decided not to worry about it and not pursue any sort of relationship with the stripper. Fast forward to three months later. "Hi, I am all alone in La Malquerida with a bucket of beer," Amy send me a message through Facebook on a Monday night. La Malquerida is a strip club near where I met her. With almost no money, not sure what to do, I called my trusty Tijuana friend and asked him what to do in this situation. "Are you an idiot?! Go! Go right now! It's a girl that is inviting you to have beers with her." I told Amy that I had no money, she told me not to worry about it (I left my apartment with a $20). I got in a cab and headed her way. I arrived to the strip club, which is different than Adelita Bar. La Malquerida doesn't cater to Americans, instead a Mexican band was playing. Amy had drank three of the ten beers from the bucket, she was already acting drunk. It didn't take her long to get all over me. After drinking the rest of the beers, we headed to the second floor of the club to where they give private lap dances. We entered one of this tiny rooms and smoked a joint while she slow danced on top of me. Amy told me she has never been in Hong Kong (the strip club next to where she worked). We left La Malquerida and headed there. As we arrived, Amy realized she knew a lot of the girls working there. She instructed me to casting couch girls wait and told me she was going to her hotel room to get more cash. I broke my twenty to get a beer and then another. I was about to leave when Amy finally came back. Amy took out $100 and told the waiter to bring a bucket of beer and bring the change in singles. She gave me a handful of singles and told me to spend it on her friends. Because it was a Monday night, the place was practically for ourselves. Amy's friends did way more than dance for us as we threw dollars on the table. Amy decided she wanted to dance as well. Wearing jeans and a tank top, she just looked like a normal patron, not a stripper from next door. Amy started stripping. I helped her take off her jeans and started fingering her on the table. Two of her friends came over, one started making out with Amy, the other pushed my face into Amy's pussy. I never even visited a strip club in the USA, so this was more than surreal for me. The waiters of Hong Kong, thinking Amy was normal patron and not a stripper from next door, started offering us all sorts of VIP rooms. They treated us like royalty, took us around the place and told us we can have a room with girls for certain money. Amy brushed off the idea to spend money in something casting couch girls we could get for free. We stumbled outside porn casting video the club at dawn. Amy wanted tacos, at the time I was a vegetarian, so I only accompanied her. Amy was so drunk that she was eating the paper that taquerias fold their tacos in. We proceeded to go to where Amy lives. A hotel two blocks away from the strip clubs. We had drunk sloppy sex and I passed out. Amy never slept. I woke up to three girls in Amy's room giggling with her in the corner. I could hear Amy talking about my cock. One of the girls came over and lifted the sheets from the bed, revealing my nudity and flaccidity. She started rubbing my legs, I decided to just cover my face and pretend I was dreaming. Amy told the other girl to go ahead. Amy lifted the sheet to reveal my nervous red face. She thought that sitting on my face would calm me down. It must have been around 11 a.m. We proceeded to do a classic 69. The other girls did not join on the fun, I am not sure if Amy instructed them to leave, but they just told us to have fun and left the room. I barely remember the sex. The next time I woke up, I was alone in the room. A few minutes later, Amy came with juices in a bottle and some pastries from breakfast. She also brought in a male worker from the hotel because she was having trouble opening her safe. The man took his time reseting the password and finally opened the safe. I saw that she had over $3,000 in cash in there. The whole time I did not move from the bed, mostly hidden under the sheets, pretending to be asleep. Amy kept calling other female friends to come into her room and check out "the güerito" she snagged. This time, none of them touched me, but Amy continued to do so to keep me hard. It was almost like I was her prize. I don't know how many more times we had sex, or how many other the big comfy couch cast girls entered the room to check me out. I just remembered not wanting any sex anymore, it was starting to hurt (I also barely had any food). I left her hotel room a tad before midnight. I called my friend as I was walking out to tell him about the craziest night I ever had in my life. As I was on the phone, I realized I had all of her money in my pocket (around $50). Amy had given me her cash to pay for her tacos because she was too drunk to handle it. I put the cash in my pocket and that is what I had found. I headed back to the hotel, just to realize that I did not know the room I was in. The hotel was a maze and I didn't know Amy's real name. I was tired and thought it would just be best to tell her on Facebook that I had kept her cash. She replied a couple days later "Don't worry about it, just give me weed or buy me beers some other day." I never saw Amy again. MyTijuasThrowaway