Alex got out of the cab in front of La Casa de Los Angeles and paid the driver a dollar for the six-block ride. It was a time-honored Tijuana price for a ride to any casa de putas in the city.
Outside it looked dark. Boards blocked the windows and only an occasional chink let light creep out into the darkness.
He walked up to the door, and, only when he was inches away and it swung open apparently of its own volition, did he realize that there was a man's dark shadow behind the screen and that he was looking into a room of almost total darkness.
Along one wall were couches. Backless beds, really, covered with nondescript flowered material that he couldn't see clearly.
On the other wall were a couple of chairs. "Pase, senor," the doorman said. He slammed the screen behind Alex.
He followed the room to its end where he pushed-aside a blanket that served as a door. The heat in the room rushed out at him and poured over his body. There was something about the heat, it came from the packed, sweaty bodies. It carried with it the hot musky odor of women and the sour, rancid smell of meets sweat and semen.
A red light bulb hung naked from the ceiling, casting a dimly weird glow over the entire room. It was early yet and a weekday night, besides. Mostly the room held women. Alex counted eight lounging around talking and laughing.
There were two sailors, nervously negotiating with a couple of old pros who had recognized their youth and inexperience when they walked in the door.
Alex knew that as soon as the prostitutes had the bell-bottoms behind closed doors they'd somehow wheedle more than the agreed price out of them.
He shrugged. It was none of his business. The kids would just have to learn the facts of life the hard way.
He turned his attention to the women scattered around the room. It took only a glance to confirm the fact that neither Fran nor Renee were here. He had that much immediate reassurance.
One of the prostitutes, a lush blonde with heavy breasts that jiggled through the thin fabric of her blouse, got up and walked over to him. "You have a cigarette."
Awkwardly, Alex dug out a pack and a match. The whore was standing so close to him, her tits were burning hot holes in his chest. He gave her the cigarette and lighted it.
"Gracias." She jerked her head, flopping her hair over her shoulder. Alex, looking closer, could see the black roots under her bleach job. "You want to go in back?" she asked.
"Sure."
"Bueno." She patted his crotch and said something in fast Spanish before turning and leading him down the hall.
She had a nice ass. Big, but artfully designed, Alex thought, walking along behind her. Her tight, red skirt that ended above the knees made it apparent she probably wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
She stopped at a grubby, windowless door with the paint starting to crack and peel, and rapped softly.
There was no answer and she said, "Okay," and pushed the door open to let Alex walk in first. She reached to one wall and flipped a switch, turning the light on.
Winking at Alex, she shut the door behind them and latched it with a five-and-dime bolt before walking across the room into a tiny bathroom and pulling the string that turned the light on. Then she turned the overhead light off.
"Bueno?" she asked.
"Good!" Alex said.
She began undressing and when she was down to her skirt, slid it down over gently swelling hips to prove Alex was right about the panties.
He gaped, though, when he saw her crotch. She was as naked as a baby girl. She knelt on the edge of the bed and put her arms around his neck. "Now you get undressed, si?"
"Yes!" Alex let his hand wander down her belly, quivering at the vast expanse of smooth skin just slightly prickly, like a beard that had a couple of hours growth.
Suddenly his fingers touched something slippery, rubbery. Different in texture from the skin. Hastily he drew his arm back, his fingers starting to feel the fire running through them.
"Why you stop?"
"Uh, I'd better get undressed, first." Alex started to unbutton his shirt. "Would you like another cigarette?"
"Ahora?"
"Why not?"
The girl looked puzzled and then laughed. "Si. There is not macho business. Porque, no?"
Alex lighted it for her and finished undressing before sitting down on the bed.
Wrapping her arms around him, the bleached blonde slid on top of him, pressing her tits against his stomach and rubbing his cock with her stomach. She put her lips against his chest and tattooed him with lipstick marks.
Alex reached down and filled his hands with her breasts. They were even bigger and more resilient than he had imagined. He began squeezing them and the girl wiggled her body against his prick. It was up straight and hard and it dug into her. She knew it was there, knew what she was doing.
Deftly she slid down and began kissing it, slobbering on it noisily. She had turned and her butt was a gleaming pair of crescents near his face.
He put his hand out and caught her thigh and gently began to draw her to him until her legs straddled his head and he was looking straight up into that beautiful pink, naked cunt.
With his tongue, Alex began to stroke her thighs, even the swell of her buttocks, dodging tantalizingly around the object of his attention. His actions caused the girl to become more demanding as she gnawed on his erect cock, stroked it with her lips, licked it with her tongue. Her cool fingers fondled his balls, stirring Alex to a frenzy.
Pressing his face into her soft crotch he seized the naked clitoris in his teeth and yanked and then sucked in, until he was collapsing her insides, taking the hot air from her passage to fill his body.
She squealed and quivered and when Alex tried to let go, her ass followed him down to the bed.
She was going wild on his cock. Alex's hips were pounding it into her mouth and she was riding his prick with her lips as if her life depended on it.
But her crotch and thighs engulfed his face and Alex felt like he was smothering. He tried to shove her off. But she wouldn't go. She kept forcing herself down on him.
In desperation, he opened his mouth and sank his teeth into her juicy cunt.
She squealed and lifted slightly. Alex thought he was getting free, and then she wiggled her cunt frantically over his mouth, kissing his lips with her wet nether lips.
Again Alex bit into her. This time he ground his teeth into her flesh and she groaned around his meat. He shoved her over and she rolled on her back, taking him with her, still holding tightly to his cock with her mouth.
"Again, nifio!" she cried. "Do it again!" she held her legs straight up in the air so his mouth would be guided down to his target, the split of her V.
Alex was fascinated by the bald, tender swat. Before, it had been dry. But now it was a veritable well spring of love juice pouring out of her pink fountain.
He began to lap it.
"No, no!" she moaned. "Bite it, baby! Otro vez? Eat me, baby!"
Drawn by her words, yet repelled at the same time, Alex lowered his head and caught her clitoris in his teeth, pinching the tiny sprout. The girl sobbed, "Si, si!" and heaved against him. He shifted his hold, nipping the tender lips of her love nest until they were so bruised and tender his tongue just touching her brought shrieks of ecstasy.
Using his hands to spread her legs, Alex caught his fingers deep in her cunt and spread her wide open until her deepest passage was open to the air.
He nipped and chewed at her like a raging animal until the blood flowed in a dozen tiny trickles. And all the time she was screaming at him. "Si, do it, baby! Do it!"
Finally, he could barely rouse her. She lay limp, urging him on in a hoarse whisper.
He turned and spread her legs out as widely as he could manage while she responded limply.
Then he placed the tip of his cock on her bruised and bleeding box and lunged into her with all his might.
She cried and begged him to stop. He could feel her passage convulsing around his cock so tightly at times that he had to tear through it. Slowly her body responded until she was pounding against him, crying with the ecstasy of his ram smashing into her tender walls.
He lunged and she caught his legs with hers and locked him against her while his heat flowed into her cup and filled her.
Alex lighted cigarettes for both of them and they lay together quietly.
"You liked that?" Alex asked quietly.
"Si! It was wonderful, no?" The prostitute wiped a tear from her eye and looked into the cigarette smoke. "You do not understand. You think I am an animal, no? But you are wrong." She snuggled back against him and let him place his penis between the cheeks of her ass but slapped his hands away from her cunt.
"It hurts," she said simply.
"But you enjoyed it?"
"Si! Since Manuel… since I came here it is all the pleasure I have left. Thank you!" And she wiggled her ass against him, working his cock into the tight, wrinkled hole there.
"I know you did not like it," she said. "I am sorry. I do not want to be this way. It is because of… well… because, that is all."
"Because of Manuel Ramos?"
The girl stiffened, the muscles of her butt strangling the head of Alex's prick. "How you know about Manuel?"
"Oh, someone said something about him. Maybe a cab driver. I don't remember." Reassuringly, Alex put his arms around the whore and felt her luscious breasts. That was something the girl understood. She took his hands and placed them on her nipples. They were rigidly distended, like spikes.
"Long time that no happen," she said simply. "I have special feeling for you."
Alex began to rock against her, slowly working his prick into her asshole and feeling her shudder against its probing attack. His hand clamped tightly around her tits and pinched the nipples unmercifully until she was moaning again.
"Are all these girls Manuel's?" Alex asked softly.
The girl shook her head and moaned again. "No," she grunted and rammed her butt at his cock, almost crying when it missed the aching hole. "Just three. But he has two more chicas. I know. We are not enough to keep him."
And then Alex heaved and his heavy cock split the delicate tissue and ran like a spike into the girl's body.
He held her in his arms and rolled on his back and all the tune she was whimpering and wiggling on his probing tool. She sat up on him and he drove in deeper, spreading her cheeks with his fingers. Then he turned her on his spindle until she was facing him and her legs splayed out on each side of his body.
She was burning with desire. Her cunt was dripping onto his bare body like a leaky faucet. He reached out towards her and put both hands on her thighs and paused.
Grunting with pleasure, the girl was almost oblivious to him. Her ass gripped his prick like a glove and milked it with every movement. He poised his thumbs and looked her face.
Then he plunged them both in, simultaneously, into that battered and abused cunt. Letting out a stifled shriek, the girl clasped both hands to her mouth and closed her eyes.
Her ass grabbed Alex's rod and threatened to tear it apart. He groaned with agony it was so tight, and then her hips were flailing and she was bouncing up and down and crying out and his prick dug deeper and deeper and deeper into her until he was sure he had gone all the way through her body.
Semen seared and rose in him on a spire of fire. But her ass gripped him so tightly it couldn't burst free. He was in agony.
He heaved his body, driving harder into her hole and his fingers were pliers on her sloppy, dripping swat.
Her climax raced through her in waves. Hard and soft.
Alex soared with her. Her muscles constricting and loosening his cock so he spurted into her like a machine gun and the head of his prick burned from the friction.
The girl moaned and collapsed limply forward, her bleached hair making a white veil across Alex's face. Slowly, he felt his prick pulling out of her warm depths, her ass shrinking after taking the huge intruder.
For a long time, the two of them lay that way, not moving in their mutual exhaustion.
Stirring finally, the girl brushed his face with her lips. "You take me with you, no?"
"How can I?"
"Si." She was silent and she rubbed her tired cunt against his body, dragging a cool track up it. "How you know," she said, "about Manuel Ramos?"
"Because he took my…" Alex looked into the bleached blonde's eyes. Brown, murderously sharp eyes.
"Take me," she had said. And he had said, "No!" Her eyes told him that. Enough.
"Because a cab driver told me," Alex mumbled again.
When he left he overpaid her. He hoped it was enough. He hoped to God it was.