Jazz Hong Kong Bar


Welcome to Mexico....

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My wingman and I were head to the casino at Hipodromo to play craps, but decided to stop by Hong Kong Bar for a couple of quick drinks and check out the scenery before heading out to the casino.

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We fond a booth and had a seat, I was sipping on a beer and my wing was drinking his usual water when Jazz walked by. We made a few remarks and soon she was sitting with us, we decided we would buy her one ficha before leaving for the casino.

We sat and chatted with her for 15-20 minutes and we both agreed she had a nice ass. She was probably 23 years old and spoke perfect English with a slight chola accent. The chola accent concerned me a little, but the communication was great, which is always a plus for me since my I struggle with Spanish. She lives in Ensenada but grew up around LA. As fun as she was to talk with, when she finished her drink we stuck to our plan and said goodbye and went to the casino.

I didn't think much about it again until a couple of days later when I went back to Hong Kong, this time I was rolling solo. Literally as soon as I walked in the door I saw Jazz. She was wearing her street clothes and sitting at a table across from the bar near the main entrance with a guy that was buying her beers. We made eye contact, she recognized me and excused herself from the table and walked over to me. She asked me if I could hang out and wait for her for about 10 minutes or so, so she could get rid of the guy and we could go party. I agreed, why not?

About 10 minutes later she came back, just like she promised. She said it was her day off but she got bored and went to Hong Kong to pass the time. She said the guy was someone she met there that day and he was buying her the small ficha beers at $8 a pop. We both thought that was ridiculous since she wasn't on the clock, but that's the way Hong Kong said it had to be. She asked me if I wanted to go to another bar with her so we could have a few regular sized drinks at normal prices. I absolutely agreed.

We went to Tropical Bar across the street for the 2 for 1 beers for $4.

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We got a table (not a booth) and sat, she was on one side of the table, and I was directly across from her. We ordered (one) 2 for 1 round, but got four beers....that's Tropical Bar logic! So we are enjoying our drinks and talking when an older bar girl, probably in her forties walks up to me and asked me if I needed company, she wanted to sit with me. I said no thanks I'm just here to drink a few beers and chat with my friend. She was a little persistent like they can be at times, and again asked me if she could sit with me. Before I could say no again Jazz tells her to fuck off. She said "you're disrespecting me and disrespecting my table, he's with me so leave us alone and get the fuck away". I thought to myself the chola in her is starting to come out!

The two of them exchange unpleasantries for a couple of minutes until the manager came over. Jazz asked him to get the lady away from us, she's bothering us and we don't want her at our table. Things settled down and I told her to relax. I said I'll be the one to handle any other discrepancies that might come up for the rest of the evening not her. I made sure she was clear on that. She agreed.

I try to avoid trouble in the Zona so I knew I had to set boundaries for this girl right away before she got out of control. She said something to me that sounded a little demanding a little later, I don't remember what exactly but it doesn't matter, that was my queue. I immediately stood up and said thanks for the drinks, I'm gonna take off now. (This is me setting boundaries) She asked why, I said I just don't like the vibe I'm getting so it's best that I go ahead and leave. She apologized and said she won't let that happen again. She said she was having fun with me and wanted to hang out with me for a night of partying, and then go back to my room and spend the night. I think I got my point across, she got the idea that I'm the one in charge if she wants to hang, not her, so I agreed and we finished off our second round of 4 beers.

I felt like we were being stared down by the bar girl and suggested we go to another bar and start over, this time a bar of her choice. She chose La Perla, a seafood restaurant at the corner of Calle Coahuila and Niños Heroes.

La Perla

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That night they had a live Mexican band. We ordered another round, an entree, and listened to the band. She thought they were great, "real Mexican music" she called it. She decided this would be a good time and place to give me a lap dance. The whole night she had been focused on me and seemed to have tunnel vision, she didn't care or notice who else was around, it was just me and her. We had some fun there for a while and a couple rounds but it was still a little early and not many patrons yet, so we decided to try out Dolce y Gabana.

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Inside Dolce and Gabana is a surprisingly nice bar. There are two sections, the front with a stage, a stage near the middle, and the rear section. We sat at a table in the front section near where all the bar girls were sitting, apparently bored and waiting on more customers to come in. We ordered another round, we were talking and laughing and she gave me a couple more lap dances. Then we moved over to the middle stage and she jumped up and started dancing on the stage with her street cloths on, climbing the pole and all. She did two or three dances there, with me putting a few $1 in all the right places. Then she jumped back down for another lap dance. She was feeling no pain. The other girls were watching and seemed OK with us, but the masero was giving us the stink eye. We chatted for a while then she moves to the main stage near the front and got up on the stage again and started dancing. The masero was looking at me with a sour face. I got up and walked over to him. He straightened up a bit and I asked him if he wanted us to leave, he said well yes. I said no problem, we would be glad to spend our money at another bar. I got her off the stage and walked out the door with her with no objection from her, she understood that I was in charge of keeping us out of trouble for the night.

We took a few steps down the sidewalk when I noticed she still had a beer and was getting ready to take a drink. I took it from her, said wait here, and went back inside and sat the beer on a table and left again. No drinking in the streets. Well this girl was a lot of fun and giving me all her attention. She was doing a great job of entertaining me, but I couldn't help feeling a bit like a babysitter at this point. But since she did have such a nice ass I accepted the position.

Next stop La Maquerida on the corner of Constitution and the Calle Coahuila Alley.

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The security at La Malquerida made me feel so safe....not.

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We walked in and took a seat at the only open table I saw, on the main floor across from the bar, and next to the stage. We had a few more drinks and she gave me a few more lap dances over the course of the next hour. We were having a great night, then she knocked her drink off the table and shattered it on the ground. One of the employees just laughed and cleaned it up. (Keep in mind that we had been drinking for a few hours by now.) A few minutes later she had a drink in her hand but she was spilling it on the floor as she was talking, I decided she had enough and we should go back to the room before she dropped another one.

Back to my room on the sixth floor of Cascadas hotel above Hong Kong around 3:00am or so. We had a nice romp in la cama, any position I wanted and she performed like a champ. Afterwards I must have dozed off for a few minutes, it was about 4:30 am when she sprung up and realized she had to leave. No money was ever discussed but the girl was a great actress and showed me a very nice time, so I gave her a $100 bill, since I was all out of pesos. I'm sure she would have taken less but I didn't want to send the wrong message, this was a business transaction. We said goodbye and she left, leaving me with a nice bed all to myself, that's a good thing! I slept for a few hours of much needed, uninterrupted sleep and was ready to cross back over to the US, ending a pretty nice trip.

Bottom line....Jazz seems to me like a fun party girl, but one that could easily get you in trouble if you don't constantly keep her in check. Would I repeat? Probably so since she eventually quit trying to run the show. Sorry, no pictures of her this time.