Chapter One: The ladies
It was the monthly gathering of "Ladies Who Lunch," three women from the same small town in Ohio who had been friends since the first day of high school. Sherri was the only unmarried woman and had developed a taste for nightlife that occasionally scandalized her friends. Maria had gone on to a junior college, got married, dropped out, had two kids and was now a full time soccer mom.
Sandra was the object of discussion today. She had been married to her high school sweetheart since the day after graduation, almost 12 years of 'wedded bliss' as she called it, sometimes with just a hint of sarcasm. She announced as the first Cosmos were delivered to the table that she and Will had decided it was time to have children. As of today, she was going off the pill and she hoped to have a baby within the year.
"A toast!" said Sherri, "And you must come with us to Cabo San Lucas for a week of sun and fun before you do that whole maternity thing. It might be the last free week you'll have for at least 20 years."
"Us?" Said Maria. "Who is us?"
"The three of us, of course. Three hot babes on the cusp of 30 with one last chance to sow some wild oats before we're all old and over the hill."
"I have no wild oats," said Sandra. "I'm an old married woman about to start making babies."
"And I've already made some babies. I can't just pick up and party, anymore," said Maria.
"Look, dears, all it will cost is a plane ticket and food. My boyfriend owns a condo down there and I'm sure we can find a few gentlemen more than willing to buy our drinks."
It took a few more minutes of coaxing but when Sherri opened her iPad and showed them how cheap the rates were from Cincinnati to Cabo, the discussion was over. Plans were made right there at the table.
Chapter two: The gentlemen
Four compadres were sitting at table at Cabo Wabo, discussing the deeds and misdeeds of their youth. The only player still in the group was Ricardo. The others were married. Being citizens of one of the finest resorts on the western edge of the continent, all of them indulged in a little sport fucking from time-to-time but only as time and opportunity permitted.
Ricardo made chasing gringo skirt a hobby, some would even call it his profession. He was a large man, Six and a half feet tall with an impressive physique so few would dare call him a gigolo or a man whore. But he was what he was; he lived for the chase and the conquest.
"Still getting them suburban wives to drop to their knees?" asked Felipe. Ricardo just smiled.
"Most of them are spinners," laughed Jose. "Pequenitos - their faces and his cojones are on the same level."
Ricardo adjusted himself, taking great care to act as though he was hefting some major wood. "Those senoritas need some of this," he said. "I am but supplying an important service to brighten their lives. After all, many of them come to Cabo to play."
"And you like to convince them that you are the best ride in all of Disneyland. You're gonna wear that thing out," said Jaime. Make sure you keep putting a coat on it or your gonna end up with a teeny weeny and a dose of the clap."
"I must remind you of a few things. Suburban house wives don't bring STD's with them. Most of my amigas haven't fucked anyone but their husbands in years. And I don't wear a coat in bed. I want to feel every inch of their sweet little pussies."
"You're betting they're on the pill?"
"It's their choice, he said as he waved in hand in a non-committal way. "If they are, we can enjoy some nice sport fucking. If they're not, they can take my bambinos home with them."
The men at the table howled and ordered more beers.
Jaime watched the waitress walk away from the table, appreciating the suggestive sway of her hips as well as Cabo Wabo's wait staff dress code. He turned to Ricardo and asked, "You make many American babies?"
"Mmmmm, many I think" said Ricardo with a satisfied smile on this face. "Maybe I send two or three women home with a little Ricardo in their bellies every year."
"I'm throwing the bull shit flag on that," said Jaime.
"You doubt my word!" said Ricardo, feigning rage at his friend's disbelief.
Jamie pulled out his wallet and slapped a hundred dollar bill on the table. "It's yours if you can fuck one of the ladies at that table by the window – and deliver photographic proof. "
Ricardo checked the table by the window – He saw Maria, Sandra and Sherri, just off the plane from Cincinnati and grabbing the first of too many drinks before they went to their condo. He pointed at Sherri and said, "That one?"
"No, she looks a little too easy. No ring on her finger. Try the other blond." He pointed at Sandra. She was the most conservatively dressed of the three and seemed a little nervous.
"You've given me a challenge. I'll take the bet only if they're here for a week. If they're just weekenders, not enough time." He dropped his own hundred dollar bill on top of Jaime's and covered it with his beer mug. Felipe picked up both bills and pocketed them.
"I'll be the banker," he said knowing that in a few weeks the money would bankroll a night on the town for the three of them, regardless of the outcome of the bet.
Ricardo excused himself from the table and walked over to the ladies and introduced himself. Sherri was intrigued. Sandra was wary of this very handsome Latino.
Chapter 3: The introduction
"My name is Ricardo and you three are obviously turistas," he said with a smile. "You must allow me to escort you around my city."
"We would love it," said a smitten Sherri.
"Wait a minute," said Sandra. "Wasn't this supposed to be a girls only week at the beach?" Maria just gawked at the handsome stranger.
"Ahhh, the beach!" said Ricardo. "I will pick the three of you up in an hour. Go to your hotel and put on your tiniest bikinis and I will take you to the nicest beach –no tourists, no crowds, just a place where us locals hang out."
Maria was wary. "You expect us to go off with a stranger?"
"My apologies," said Ricardo. "Here is my card. I operate a tourist service her in Cabo. If you wish to find your own way, the direciones are on the back of my card. Be there in an hour or I will be so disappointed to not spend the afternoon in the accompaniment of three such beautiful ladies." He smiled again, bowed and walked away from the table.
When he was out of ear shot, all three ladies burst into school girl giggles. "Should we do it?" said Maria.
"Absolutely, he's such a hunk," said Sherri.
A hesitant Sandra waited a few seconds as both her friends waited for her opinion. "OK, if we make our way there by ourselves, we're safe and he's a tour guide so we can probably ask him about the best places to go."
