Cristela was still mad when we got back to the car. She couldn't let it go that a rowdy group of middle-aged men had seen her tits. She was mad at us for not being angrier about it. She's lucky that her English wasn't good enough to understand what my cousins Ice and Eli were saying about her and her relations with middle-aged men back home in The Dominican Republic. Her home country had a reputation for being a sex tourism hotspot for guys looking for barely legal black pussy and my cousins weren't convinced Cristela hadn't worked a street corner or a bachelor party a few times to make the rent back home. She danced a lot like a girl trying to sell something.
Cristela's bitching was starting to get old. We lived in a beach town for Christ's sake. Tits were part of life. If you don't want to get treated like a whore then don't dress like a whore. Cristela's tits were half out in her little backless tie top purple halter anyway and I'm pretty sure that in her short pleated skirt most of the parade crowd knew she was wearing a thong.
I could tell my cousins were losing their patience with Cristela pretty quickly. My brother Jerry might listen to her shit but that's because she was giving up the ass on a regular basis. My cousin Ice already made a comment about stuffing a dick in her mouth to shut her up. I have to admit it was a lot to put up with for a couple of seconds of seeing her bare tits. Cristela did have nice big brown breasts capped by perfect almost black areolas but her mouth was way bigger than her tits. I was pretty sure my cousins were going to ditch us when we got to Ybor.
Sure enough, once the Knight parade started my cousins lost all interest in Cristela's prissy little ass and were out to make the box of beads they had gotten off Cristela's earlier encounter pay off. If Cristela wasn't going to show her tits there were tons of girls who would. At first, Cristela tried to keep up with my cousins but they were on a mission to proposition every girl with a c-cup or bigger for a tit flash. The fact that they were so successful was a shock to Cristela. My cousins were getting quite a few takers on their beads for boobs trade. What really shocked Cristela was that a few girls let the boys get a tit grope in and one girl even let Eli suck on her titty. The fact that she seemed to be attached to one of the guys behind her completely blew Cristela's mind. I tried to explain to her that it was harmless sexy fun and some guys liked their wives to get a little crazy but between the noise and the language barrier I don't know how much she understood.
"You think Yerry like?" She asked me.
"I think you might want to try it and see." I said with a shrug.
"You like your girlfriend show tetas?" She asked me.
"Depends on the situation?" I shrugged leaving her very confused.
"You cousins wifes show tetas?" Cristela asked.
"Not while cousins around." I answered.
"They like see tetas but no wifes?" Cristela asked.
"Yeah, is weird I guess." I said.
"You like to see tetas?" Cristela asked.
"Si!!!" I said making her laugh.
"Your Mom show the tetas?" Cristela asked.
"I no hear you, I no hear you, I no hear you," I chanted with my fingers in my ears.
"Ok, Ok, I think your dad like it" Cristela asked before I could cover my ears again.
By that point my cousins had gotten so far ahead of us that they were basically gone. Cristela was nervous it just being the two of us in a part of town she had never been in and was holding onto my arm the whole time. We had agreed to go to the Cuban Club to see Cristela's reggeaton guy so I figured it made sense to head over there and wait for Ice and Eli to eventually show up.
The two-story club was a big part of Tampa history. Back when Tampa was the cigar rolling capitol of the world the big Tobacco companies imported people to roll cigars from all over. There was a mass wave of immigrants from Cuba, Spain, Castille, and Italy that moved to the city. To preserve their heritage the immigrants built huge social clubs to hold events where young people could meet and mingle and marry within their immigrant group.
The Cuban Club while no longer exclusively for Cubans kept the historic name. The first-floor ballroom was kind of dead when Cristela and I walked in. It was very much a sausage fest as not many women could be seen. The few women I saw were paired with guys or in the back corner of the club. That seemed odd. Once inside the safety of the club Cristela no longer felt the need to cling to me for safety. My brother Jerry while muscular and fit was still a spaz who wouldn't be caught dead on a dance floor. He had excepted that marrying a girl from a dance-heavy culture like The Dominican Republic and not ever letting them dance was cruel and unreasonable so Cristela was free to dance with whoever asked.
In the mostly male shark tank of the club, Cristela was like chum in the water with her short pleated skirt and skin-baring purple halter top. She was quickly whisked off to the dancefloor. I had learned not to get upset about my sister-in-law suggestively dancing with groups of guys by my brother's nonchalant reaction to his wife's antics. Jerry was definitely a boob guy and didn't react to guys grinding on Cristela's butt or the occasional appearance of thong-clad ass cheeks.
While Cristela had fun on the dance floor I made my way to the corner where all the women were gathered. I figured the ladies room was back there or something. I ran into the Cuban guy from before who had given us the VIP passes. He remembered me from before and I got to talking to him and learned his name was Marco. He explained the grouping of women in the corner.
The Go Wild Girls DVD series was shooting in the club that night. Girls who were willing to flash their breasts for the Go Wild cameras were given tank tops and granted access to the VIP area upstairs. This was where the Reageton guy Cristela was so excited to see was going to be. I realized that while me and my cousins had passes to go upstairs Cristela wasn't getting up without a tank top. I asked Marco if there's any way to get Cristela up without a tank top and he shook his head. As a promoter for the club, he had a few VIP passes for guys but the Go Wild company had all the shirts.
"Cristela is going to be pretty upset." I told Marco.
"I know but I just don't have access to any of the shirts. There's only one way to get a shirt." Marco said.
"Cristela is going to say she already flashed her tits." I explained.
"I know but that was for us, not the Go Wild guys." Marco explained.
"You're really going to ruin her night." I told him.
"Bring her over here and I'll explain it to her maybe get her passes to something else in the future." Marco said.
I found Cristela dancing with a couple of Hispanic guys. They were grinding pretty heavy on her sides and all three of them were really sweaty. I don't know why my brother let her act like that. I couldn't believe she made such a big deal about her tits being out at Gasparilla while letting these lowlifes grind their little boners into her ass. I just don't get Latin culture I guess.
I tried to explain the tank top VIP access situation to Cristela but the club was loud and her English really sucked. Again I didn't know how my brother dealt with her. It would drive me nuts trying to explain everything to her. Jerry did speak a lot better Spanish than I did though. We eventually made our way over to Marco who explained the situation to Cristela in Spanish. As I predicted she was very upset. I could tell she was yelling at Marco about already showing her tits even if I didn't speak Spanish.
Marco was surprisingly able to calm her down. I would have given anything to learn the trick to calming her manic Latina energy the way Marco did. It was like he flipped switch and the crazy temper just vanished. I was even more surprised when Marco pulled her to the front of the line to sign the waiver to appear on The Go Wild DVDs.
"What are you doing?" I asked before Marco and Cristela stepped into a curtained-off section in the back.
"Cristela is about to Go Wild." Marco said.
"Go Wild." Cristela repeated.
"Dude, that's my brother's wife." I tried to argue.
"Well, sucks for him if he doesn't want his wife's tits seen. He has about thirty seconds to stop it. Otherwise, it's titty time." Marco explained.
"Cristela," I pleaded.
She said the name of the reggeaton guy and Gasparilla before closing the curtain. They were back there for almost ten minutes. I could hear Cristela giggling and yelling 'Go Wild' behind the curtain. I wondered what Jerry was going to do when he found out I let his wife pose for Go Wild Girls with her tits out.
Cristela came out wearing the tight little go wild tank top. Marco had a huge erection when he stepped out behind her. I haven't seen my brother naked since we took baths together as kids but based on him having the same genetics I got, I doubted Jerry was packing like Marco. I got a pretty solid stiffy from looking at Cristela's dark nipples poking through the thin material.
Cristela tapped my chin to tell me to lift my gaze off her chest and flashed a wicked smile. She took my hand and led me to the stairs that led us up to the VIP party upstairs. It was like a whole different world upstairs. The place was packed with hot Latin girls excited to party with the reggeaton guy. It was a sea of white tank tops. I thought about all the mad Latin boyfriends and dads who were going to see the commercials for this on late-night TV. Part of me hoped Cristela would end up on the commercial. I was figuring there was a pretty good chance she would with her amazing rack.
The lack of guys to dance with didn't bother Cristela at all as she disappeared into the dance floor with the crowd of sexy college girls. I was getting my ass groped too much on the outside edges of the dancefloor to go after her.
Cristela was having a great time. You could tell she was in her element. Jerry was such a boring guy all he did was work and go to the gym. Cristela was young and wanted to have fun. I felt bad for her always stuck in the house, afraid to go out because she didn't speak the language. Here in a club full of Latin girls she was really letting loose.
It dawned on me that this was a pretty wild crowd all the girls in here needing to flash for the Go Wild cameras to get in. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Marco grinning at me.
"it's way better up here huh bro?" Ge said to me.
"That's an understatement." I said.
"Your girl looks like she's having fun too." Marco commented.
"She better for what she had to do to get up here." I replied.
"Bro it's only a big deal if you make it into one." He said.
"I'm not sure her husband is gonna see it that way." I replied.
"You don't got to tell him." Marco said.
"I do if she ends up in one of the commercials." I said.
"That's probably not going to happen." Marco said.
"Some girls end up in the commercial. Why not Cristela?" I said.
