Nothing dresses up a sleazy Juarez hotel room like a bottle of tequila and a dame who's desperate.
I wasn't sure if it was the fly on my nose or the mariachi music from the cheap radio in the next room that woke me up, but it didn't matter, I needed to piss anyway. When it was done, I grabbed the bottle of tequila, sat in the filthy chair at the end of the bed and contemplated the situation. I also started playing with my dick. I like to play with my dick when I'm thinking.
Her name was Pricilla, said her daddy had named her, which made me wonder about the old boy. With a name like that you better have something going for you or you weren't going to have a chance. Judging by the fact that her handbag cost more than my car, I knew this Pricilla had everything going for her...until now.
I hadn't been surprised when I'd gotten the note with the five hundred bucks, people do that all the time, but I was a little surprised at the venue. It wasn't that hard to figure though. She was in deep shit and she wanted to know if I had the guts to work my way through the stinking back streets of Juarez. The role in the hay was just for extra incentive. It was a bonehead play. It just proved how desperate she was and besides, I like Juarez. It's my kind of town, dirty, low down, and mean...like me. Dirty Dick Green, that's what they call me, not very imaginative, but apropos, and there is something else they always say about me; I'm the best P.I. in El Paso.
The sex wasn't all that great depending on how you like it. If you like the kind of girls that point their heels at the ceiling and take whatever you dish out while screaming to God, it was great. I can deal with that, she was, after all, only nineteen, but she would have to do better. Watching her snooze, I was reminded how even a beautiful woman didn't look all that graceful spread eagle with her mouth open. She was a looker alright though, big tits, long legs and ruby lips, not that I really gave a shit. Something about ugly girls I like better.
I took another swig of tequila and thought about banging on the chair with the bottle to wake her up, but I didn't have to. Raising up and sitting up on the edge of the bed, she looked over at me with carefully disguised disgust when she saw me playing with my dick. She tried to play it cool as she fumbled around for a cigarette, but I could tell by the look on her face she wanted to cover herself. What she wanted even more though was to show she me how worldly she was
"You play with your dick a lot?" she asked derisively, playing her hand.
Knowing this was one of several moments of truth we were going to have to go through, I stared at her for a moment and then let her have it. Springing from my chair, I quickly covered the distance between us, slapped the cigarette out her mouth and took her by the hair of the head making her look me in the eyes.
"Watch your mouth Missy," I said menacingly.
I waited for a moment till she looked down in submission, then let her go and got on with it.
"Now, here's the deal Missy," I said coldly, "I don't know what kind of trouble you're in and right now I don't give a fuck. The fact is you're in over your head and I'm the only one who can fix it. That is what you want me to do isn't it?"
Without saying anything she simply looked at the floor and nodded .
"Then here's what you are going to do," I snarled, "We're going to spend the rest of the day here and you are going to make me very happy. You are going to suck my dick, long and hard and just the way I like it. Then you are going to serve me up a better than nice piece of tail. I'm going to fuck you every which way from Sunday and you are going to fuck me back every which way from Monday. When we get done, were going to do it again and then again until you can't do it any more and when you can't do it any more we're going to keep doing it, over and over again, sucking and fucking and fucking and sucking till my dick gets tired. You got that?"
Still looking at the floor she again nodded.
"Say it," I ordered.
