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Authors name: Bobfr (bobfr3@hotmail.com)
Story title : Boystown

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Boystown (MF, wife, exh, swingers)
by Bobfr (bobfr3@hotmail.com)

***

Terri and Ryan had planned for a quiet getaway at the 
beach. When they crossed the border into Mexico their 
plans were changed.

***

Chapter 1

Terri looked over her shoulder and shouted, "Last one in 
the water is a slug." Then she ran as fast as she could 
to the surf, kicking up sand all the way.

Ryan laughed to himself. He was carrying, over one 
shoulder, a heavy cooler loaded with a six-pack on ice, 
sandwiches and munchies. Over the other shoulder was 
their beach bag. He didn't even try to catch her. With 
her blonde ponytail flying in the wind she looked like a 
college cheerleader on spring break. She wasn't a college 
cheerleader but Ryan's wife of ten years and Bren and 
Paul's twenty-nine year old mom. Still, he found it 
flattering that every once in a while she was carded at a 
club or a bar. 

They had arrived at South Padre Island very late the 
previous night after driving more than eight hours from 
their home near Dallas. This was the first time since 
they had been married, other than their honeymoon, when 
they had a week all to themselves. They had never been to 
South Padre Island before and they wouldn't be there now 
if Ryan hadn't won a sales contest. 

She looked absolutely fantastic in the skimpy black 
bikini, thought Ryan. Before they left their room, they 
spent several minutes talking about the brand new tiny 
swimsuit with the thong bottom that Ryan desperately 
wanted her to wear. He persuaded her that no one she knew 
would ever see her. Also, he assured her that she didn't 
need to worry at all about her figure, she should be 
proud of it. After all, he reminded her, 5'4" and 105 
pounds was as perfect as it gets. 

Finally she relented. She did, however, need to spend a 
few minutes in the bathroom trimming so that the tiny 
bottom completely covered the dark blonde tendrils that 
grew at the juncture of her thighs and sparsely covered 
her mound.

It was a weekday -- and after spring break but before 
Memorial Day -- so the beach behind their hotel wasn't 
very crowded. He found a spot a few feet back of the 
lapping surf, extended the umbrella and spread-out their 
colorful towels on the warm sand. Terri was frolicking in 
the cool water like a teenager. "Come on in chicken," She 
shouted. 

Ryan couldn't remember a time when she seemed to be so 
alive. Things hadn't been going bad for them but most 
nights they collapsed in bed after taking care of the 
never-ending duties of family life. Ryan was trying his 
best to make it as an insurance salesman. But, after 
three years they were still struggling to make ends meet. 
Without Terri's help as a part-time cashier at Costco, it 
would have been even tougher. 

Life for them seemed to Ryan, and he guessed also to 
Terri, to be like a treadmill. Not a bad treadmill, but a 
treadmill nonetheless. They didn't seem to be going 
anywhere. Lots and lots of movement and activity but 
things were about as routine as they could be. Up early 
every weekday for work. Getting the kids ready. Cleaning 
the house, preparing meals. Four hours working at the 
store for Terri, long hard days and evenings of 
prospecting for Ryan.

Weekends were filled with catching up on the laundry for 
four people, mowing the lawn and shopping. When he added 
up the birthday parties, anniversaries, special occasions 
and holidays with family and friends there just wasn't 
anytime for them to expand their personal relationship. 
Nevertheless, they both felt blessed. They were healthy 
and better off than many people.

Secretly, he hoped that they could get a jump-start on 
their sex life on the long barrier island. They were both 
so tired most nights at home that sweet hugging seemed to 
have replaced hot sweaty sex. They were familiar, 
comfortable with each other. Once or twice a month, 
usually on weekends, they made tender love. It seldom 
lasted more than fifteen minutes. And, almost every time, 
Terri would remind him to be quiet so they didn't wake 
the children because the walls in their tract house were 
paper-thin. He desperately missed the feverish sex that 
had been a part of their lives the first few years of 
their marriage.

Ryan ran to where she stood in the surf. He was surprised 
at how cold the water felt on his legs. When she wrapped 
her wet arms around him it was chilling. She grabbed his 
hand and pulled him farther out until the water was above 
their waists. "Isn't this great?" She asked.

"It's absolutely freezing," he shuddered. 

"You'll get used to it."

When he heard those words his thoughts went back ten 
years ago. That was how much time had elapsed since he 
saw her walk down the aisle of the Methodist Church 
towards him. She was a vision of loveliness in her white 
wedding dress. On their honeymoon in the Poconos she had 
said the same thing about the temperature of the water in 
the mountain lake. "You'll get used to it." She was 
right, he did get used to it then, but now? After a few 
minutes the water of the Gulf of Mexico became . . . 
well, not warm but tolerable, she was right again.

They spent most of the day at the beach. They finished 
the beer, ate the subway sandwiches, swam and read 
pocketbooks. Being careful, they made sure that they were 
covered with heavy sun block and usually sheltered by the 
big umbrella. Later, in the afternoon they wore T-shirts. 
Nevertheless, that night they saw that every inch of skin 
that hadn't been covered by their respective swimming 
suits was bright pink. For Terri, that was a lot of pink. 
They were both uncomfortable. Thank God for Solarcaine. 

That night they dined at the sumptuous seafood buffet on 
the second floor of their hotel. After dinner they took a 
moonlit walk on the beach, around the town and then 
returned to their room. In spite of their mild sunburns, 
that night on the cool hotel bed sheets, the freedom of 
being away from home and responsibilities brought out 
feelings that had been repressed in their day-to-day 
lives for years. 

Ryan had kissed her sweet lips thousands of times before 
but, for some reason, this time seemed like the first 
time. She seemed different, more responsive, more 
sensitive. The kisses were wetter, longer and more 
intense than he remembered them ever being.

Terri too felt renewed, released. Released from what she 
wondered for a moment? God, she was wet and horny. If 
Ryan didn't put it in soon she would have to take the 
matter, or his cock, into her own hands. She broke the 
marathon kiss and said, "Oh baby fuck me, please fuck 
me."

Wow! Thought Ryan. Terri didn't usually talk like that. 
As a matter of fact he couldn't remember when she had 
begged for it. He wanted to make this special, he wanted 
to take his time. He really hoped that after a few 
minutes of moving in and out of her tight sheath he could 
prolong his climax. He wanted to drive her crazy with 
lust, to make her scream. He couldn't remember the last 
time she had clawed his back in the throes of ecstasy 
until it hurt.

"Ryan, give it to me. Fuck me now."

But he didn't. Rather, he licked her breasts, he traced 
kisses down her flat stomach. The tip of his tongue 
teased her navel. She was writhing underneath him. And 
then he was at his favorite place in the whole world. He 
kissed the trimmed pubic hair, then lowered his face to 
her mound. With his thumbs he parted the wet lips. His 
tongue explored the smooth skin. Then his lips were on 
her swollen clit. Gently he sucked. She bucked up at him. 
Then she started to pull his hair, she was experiencing 
her first climax of the night. 

Terri loved what he was doing and what she was feeling. 
Why, oh why didn't they do this every night at home? Why 
did it take a change of scenery for Ryan to become the 
hot horny man she had married? But for this moment, right 
now, she didn't care. He was doing what she really wanted 
him to do everyday. Then, she felt his tongue explore 
every part of her vagina. He stuck it in as far as 
possible and wormed it around the opening of the dark, 
wet cavity. Then he traced it down her taint. She lifted 
up to make it easier for him. He toyed with her little 
asshole and covered it with his saliva. She loved it.

Finally, neither of them could wait any longer. The 
kissing, booby sucking and oral sex had been great. Terri 
had tried to suck him but he didn't let her. He knew that 
as hot as he was it wouldn't take but a minute or two for 
him to climax. Then, it would be over for him for the 
night. That wasn't what he wanted. The foreplay had done 
its job. Terri was hot as a firecracker and begging to 
get fucked. He was stone-hard and willing, no eager, to 
accommodate her.

When he lifted up and crawled between her wide spread 
legs on his knees, she reached between them and grasped 
his hot shaft and pulled it to her wet opening. Then, as 
he had thousands of times before, he sunk into her to the 
hilt. She climaxed during the seven inch trip, and for a 
minute or two after, as he rested there deeply embedded 
while she clasped her spasming pussy around his big hard 
cock. 

This night Ryan was able to hold off, at least for 
awhile. For some reason he was able to postpone his 
release until she begged for it. "Honey, cum in me. Shoot 
inside me. I need the big one now."

Her natural blonde hair was fanned out on the hotel 
pillow. In the glow of the dim light cast by the lamp on 
the night stand he could see the beads of perspiration on 
her brow. He couldn't see her big blue eyes because they 
were covered by her eyelids which were squeezed tightly 
shut. Beautiful seemed such an insufficient word to 
describe her. 

She held on to his ass-cheeks and pulled him into her as 
deeply as possible. Her heels dug into the rumpled bottom 
sheet that had come loose from the mattress. He couldn't 
hold back a second longer. He felt his climax 
approaching. It seemed like a gallon of fluid was rushing 
under his cock racing to the opening. Then the liquid 
that had been in his body, in his prostrate and testicles 
was deeply inserted and transferred into her warm body. 
He collapsed on top of her. As familiar lovers, they 
shifted until they were laying on their sides facing each 
other. There would be no pillow talk. Almost instantly 
they drifted into dreamland with smiles on their faces. 



Chapter 2

The next morning as they began to make plans for the day, 
Ryan reflected on what his boss had told him during lunch 
the day before they left on the trip.

The trip that Ryan had won was almost a booby prize. 
Others had won trips to Europe, Hong Kong and different 
exotic locations. However, he didn't complain, he was 
grateful for this trip. His boss, JR Price--just call me 
Jay-- was somewhat of a rake. Jay knew Padre Island and 
took Ryan to lunch the day before their departure to give 
Ryan the documents for the hotel and a few tips. 
 
"South Padre Island and Mexico can be a lot of fun," Jay 
had said during their lunch. "If I were you, I'd drive up 
the Island and pay a visit to the nude beach."

"Oh, Terri would never go for that."

"Nobody will be there. There are miles of sand dunes. I 
think you'd like it." He drew a crude map on the paper 
napkin, handed it to Ryan and said, "Might come in 
handy."

Later during the lunch Jay said, "Also, make sure you 
cross over the border. There's a cute little town called 
Progresso and then the bigger city of Reynosa."

"What do you do in Mexico?" Ryan asked the much older 
man.

"Good restaurants and shopping in Progresso. Reynosa, now 
that's something else," he said wistfully.

Ryan thought Jay seemed almost nostalgic when he 
mentioned Reynosa. "What about Reynosa?" Ryan asked.

"Reynosa's not for your sweet honey. At least the Reynosa 
that I know isn't. It's pretty wild. It's not for you and 
your wife, trust me on that." He took a sip of coffee and 
said, "maybe someday I'll tell you about it."

Ryan didn't press the issue but he was very intrigued by 
what Jay had said

As he watched her step into a pair of very short kaki 
shorts he was grateful that the style of women's shorts 
had changed. He hated the baggy shorts that fell to mid 
thigh or lower with huge leg holes. They made all women 
look like cows, he thought. These were cut so high that 
when she bent over the bottom of her ass cheeks peeked 
out. Over her bikini top she put on a white crop top. On 
her pretty feet were white sandals.

In the elevator he said, "Honey, Jay told me about a 
beach farther up the island. Want to give it a try?"

"Sure. My sunburn's not sore anymore. Maybe today we 
shouldn't stay out as long though."

He had been driving for ten minutes when he saw the small 
sign "beach access #6." A minute later he paid $2.00 at a 
state park booth, entered the beach and headed north. The 
packed sand provided a solid surface for the Ford 
Explorer. Several miles up the deserted beach he saw a 
huge log at the side of the road. Written on the log were 
the words "NUDE BEACH" just like Jay had said.

Terri saw the sign and asked, "Is this the beach Jay told 
you about?"

"Yes it is."

She wasn't really angry more like surprised. "You might 
have told me Ryan. On this vacation am I just to go along 
with your plans or do I have a say?"

"Don't be silly. If you don't want to stay, just say so. 
I thought it might be interesting."

Terri looked around and saw that they seemed to be alone. 
Sand dunes were on the costal waterway side of the 
island. "Let's go check it out," she said.

They drove another half mile and only passed three cars. 
Finally he pulled into a spot that seemed deserted. Like 
yesterday, he followed her carrying the cooler and beach 
bag. They chose a spot that was surrounded by dunes. It 
was, for the moment, their little sand valley.

Terri unbuttoned, unzipped and then slithered out of her 
shorts. The white crop top she was wearing was slipped 
over her head and tossed on top of the shorts. She didn't 
hesitate in unsnapping the black bikini bra. It joined 
the shorts and T shirt. Ryan nearly choked. There was his 
wife topless on a public beach. Ten seconds later she 
wasn't just topless, she was totally nude as the small 
bikini bottom joined the rest of her discarded clothes.

When Ryan slipped out of his jeans, trunks and T-shirt, 
he too was naked. 

Terri had to admit it, at least to herself, it felt 
great. The breeze, the sunshine, the freedom.

"Want a beer?" Ryan asked.

"Maybe later. I think I'm going to go exploring, care to 
join me?"

"Not now. I'm going to lay down for awhile, maybe try to 
finish my book. Have fun?" He saw her breasts standing 
proudly with the hard perky nipples crowning them. She 
walked out of their private sand valley, passed the 
Explorer and strolled toward the Gulf. He grabbed the 
binoculars from the beach bag, climbed to the top of a 
dune and peered over it following her every move.

It was as if he had never seen her ass before. Bare, out 
in the open air, each globe moving sensually with each 
long stride that she took. Fat chance I'll even crack my 
book, he thought. He watched her walk to the waters edge 
then turn north. 

She walked slowly. Every once in a while she would bend 
over and examine a seashell. She seemed to have the world 
to herself. She had never felt like this before, so 
liberated, for lack of a better word. 

Ryan heard the jeep before he saw it and he saw it before 
Terri heard it. It was a red canvas top Wrangler with the 
top down and four young men in it. He saw her quickly 
turn around and knew that she must have heard the engine. 
He wondered what she must be thinking. There was no place 
to go. Absolutely nothing with which to cover herself.

Terri heard the jeep when it was a hundred yards or so 
from where she stood. For the briefest time she thought 
of running into the gulf and submersing herself in the 
dark cold water. But she didn't. She actually knew that 
something like this was possible when she left the 
privacy of their little sand valley. What she hadn't 
counted on, however, was that anyone driving by on the 
beach would stop.

The red jeep came to halt at her side. The passenger in 
the front seat couldn't have been more than five feet 
from where she stood. If she hadn't been sunburned she 
would have turned a brighter shade of pink than she was.

"Where ya going?" Asked the young man sitting in the 
front passenger seat.

"Nowhere. Just walking." She could feel four sets of eyes 
checking her out from head to foot or was it foot to 
head?

"Can we give you a lift?"

"No thanks, my husband's over in the dunes," she said as 
she pointed beyond the Explorer.

"Well baby, have fun and don't do anything behind the 
dunes that we wouldn't do," said the man closest to her 
in the back seat. With that they all laughed and waved at 
her as the jeep traveled up the beach.

She ran back to Ryan and said, "You'll never believe what 
just happened."

He didn't have to hear it from her, he had witnessed 
everything. "So tell me, what happened?" 

"A jeep came by with four college guys, I guess they were 
college guys," she said excitedly. "Anyway, they stopped 
and talked to me. Can you believe it?"

"How do you feel about that?"

"I was so embarrassed I thought I would die." That was 
true but she was also excited. She could never imagine 
that being naked in front of other men would excite her 
but it did. She went over, plopped down next to Ryan and 
kissed him.

Oh, oh, thought Ryan. Somebody got turned on and it 
wasn't just me. He reached between her legs. Sure enough 
she was slippery wet. His finger entered her. He turned 
it up to stroke the wrinkly flesh at the top of her 
vagina, her G spot. Her gasp was muffled by the kiss 
which she broke to take a breath and make a request. 

"Oh honey fuck me."

"Right here? Right now? What if somebody comes?"

"Here and now. I don't give a shit if somebody or lots of 
somebodies come." She thought about what she had just 
said, laughed and said, "I do care if we come, I meant I 
don't care if somebody sees us."

"Hey, is this the same woman who had to be coaxed into 
wearing a bikini yesterday?" Ryan asked.

Terri didn't answer for a moment. She had to think about 
it. "No. I guess I'm not the same woman. Something has 
happened to me. I really like being here, I mean I like 
being right here without any clothes on. You were right, 
I do have a nice figure. And, now that I think about it I 
am proud of it. And, I'm sooo horny. I can't remember 
wanting it, I mean needing it, really needing it more."

Then she went back to kissing him. This time when she 
tried to take his cock in her mouth she wouldn't be 
rebuffed. And this time he couldn't hold back. Always 
before when he came in her mouth she would spit it out. 
This time she didn't. He couldn't believe it when he saw 
the movement in her throat and realized that she was 
swallowing his load. 

Ryan did his best to satisfy her with his fingers and his 
mouth. He knew that it was a substitute for what she 
really wanted and needed but try as he might he couldn't 
get hard again. They left at three o'clock. They were 
getting some good color but didn't want to overdo it.

On the way back to the hotel he asked, "how about having 
dinner in Mexico?"

"That sounds exciting. Do we need to change?"

"I don't see why," he said realizing that she hadn't put 
her bikini back on just the short shorts and white crop 
top. 

They crossed the bridge that had been rebuilt because it 
had been damaged when a barge ran into it a couple of 
years before. They followed the road signs to Progresso, 
parked the car in a lot on the U.S. side of the border 
and walked across the bridge that spanned the Rio Grande.

The little Mexican town had a charm about it even though 
it seemed dirty. They had more fun looking at merchandise 
in the stores--merchandise that had absolutely no purpose 
but to say that it was bought in Mexico. They bought 
Sombreros for the kids. Laughed and held hands. It was 
six when Ryan asked, "hungry?"

"Now that you mention it, I'm starving."

They asked around and discovered that everyone 
recommended Arturo's. Inside the air conditioned 
restaurant they were very surprised. It was clean and 
almost elegant. They could have been in Dallas. The food 
was delicious. They were sipping on Marguerites when a 
man approached their table. 

"How was everything?"

"Wonderful," said Terri. "Great," Ryan said, thinking 
that the man must be the owner or manager.

"May I sit down?" The tall Mexican asked.

"Sure. Are you the owner?" Ryan wanted to know. 

"No, no." He laughed. "I'm from Reynosa. I love Arturo's. 
I eat here at least once a week. My name is Juan," he 
said as he reached across the table to shake Ryan's hand.

"We're Terri and Ryan, from Dallas," said Ryan. He 
wondered why the Mexican asked to sit down with them if 
he wasn't associated with the restaurant.

Ryan didn't have to wonder why the Mexican approached for 
very long because Juan said, "I have a little tradition. 
Every time I come to Progresso, I invite someone, usually 
a couple, like you, to visit my club in Reynosa. It's 
very interesting to sit at my table and observe the 
diners. Then, I make a decision. It is usually based on 
the age, looks and attitude of the people. Tonight I 
selected you." He paused to gauge their reaction before 
he continued. "You seem to be having more fun than others 
who are here," he said as he swept his hand in the air 
indicating the whole dining room.

"Well, that's very nice of you," said Terri. "When should 
we come to your club?"

"Whenever you wish Terri. Tonight. Tomorrow. As my 
guests. You pay for nothing. We have a very interesting 
show. I think you will like it." He took a business card 
from his wallet and wrote something in Spanish on the 
back of the card. He turned the card over to the front 
and said to Ryan, "here is the address. The best time is 
about ten o'clock. Please come tonight or tomorrow 
night." 

"We'll talk about it," said Ryan.

Juan didn't seem to pay any attention to what Ryan had 
just said. "When you come, park your car on the U.S. side 
and walk across the bridge. Don't take a taxi across. On 
the Mexican side give the card to any taxi driver and 
they will drive you to the club." He reached into his 
pocket, peeled a twenty dollar bill from a thick roll and 
handed it to Ryan.

"What's this for?" Ryan asked.

"For the cab fare. It's about $8 U.S. each way."

"I can't take it." Protested Ryan.

"But of course you can senor. I insist. You are in my 
country," he said smiling.

Then, he stood, bowed, took Terri's hand, kissed it, 
turned and walked away as abruptly as he had arrived. As 
Juan walked away he was sure that he wouldn't see them 
that night but he thought the odds were good that they 
would show up the next night. He sure hoped they would. 
He had that special feeling about the beautiful blonde 
and he was seldom wrong.

"Now that was very interesting," Terri said as Juan 
disappeared through the entrance arch.

Ryan thought about what Jay had told him, or actually 
hadn't told him, about Reynosa. All he had said was, "it 
wasn't for them." Now Ryan had an invitation that had 
been extended by the owner of a club in that very city. 
He looked at the card. All he could determine was that 
the name of the club was the "Starlight."

"Should we go over there tonight?" Asked Terri.

"Ryan looked at his watch, saw that it was after eight 
and said, "how about tomorrow?"

"Suits me," said Terri.

The drive back to the hotel took forty five minutes. If 
they were to be in Reynosa by ten tomorrow evening he 
realized they would have to leave South Padre by nine.

Terri was in her own world as they drove back to the 
island. She loved the nude beach. She even found it 
exciting to stand naked within a few feet of strangers. 
She was thrilled when Ryan came in her mouth. Progresso 
was the quaint village she had hoped to discover in 
Mexico. The food at Arturo's was as good, or better, than 
any Mexican food she had eaten anywhere.

And Juan, what an interesting man. Even though she 
doubted that Ryan had noticed, she saw him check her out 
even before he approached their table. As he sat there he 
boldly looked at her nipples and swollen breasts. He 
gazed into her eyes. I wonder what he really wants? She 
asked herself. Then, she thought that the big Mexican, 
who was probably as old as her dad, was just being nice.

That night Ryan did not deposit his semen in her throat. 
This time he deposited it where it really belonged. After 
he came, with her head nestled in the crook of his 
shoulder, they both were wide awake. There would be 
pillow talk.

"You're really something Terri."

"And, why do you say that my darling?"

"You just are. I thought for sure you would dash for the 
water when the jeep came up to you."

"Ah, ah. So you were watching. You were spying on me."

"You got me Sherlock. I was watching and I liked what I 
saw."

This was getting interesting thought Terri. "Did it turn 
you on to have those guys look at your naked wife."

"You know it?"

"Would you have saved me if they attacked me?" She asked 
playfully.

"Would you have wanted me to rescue you?"

"Maybe." She teased. Then she changed the subject. 
"Should we go back to the nude beach tomorrow?"

"I would like to if you want to," he said.

"I'd like that." Then as she turned over to go to sleep 
she said, "I'd also like to spend some time shopping for 
a dress for tomorrow night."

"Terri?"

"What honey?"

"I would have liked it if they had attacked you?"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"You would really like to watch someone fuck me?" She 
asked as she propped her head on her hand and looked at 
him.

"I really would." She didn't react. "I've been thinking 
about it for a long time. Think you could ever do that 
for me?"

"What if I wanted to watch you fuck another woman?" She 
asked without directly answering his question. "Do you 
think you could do that for me?"

"That isn't something I've been fantasizing about."

"Well Ryan, it's something I've fantasized about. Ladies 
first as the saying goes. After I watch you with another 
woman, then we can talk about me with another man."

She rolled over, scooted her ass back against him and 
pulled up the sheet. Now that was a surprise, she 
thought. She knew he liked to show her off but to watch 
her fuck another man? Who would have ever thought?



Chapter 3

The nude beach was much more crowded than it had been the 
day before. They had to walk farther to find a private 
sand valley. The one they chose didn't stay private for 
very long. After they had been there for an hour or so 
two other couples arrived and set up in the same area. At 
first it seemed like an intrusion to Terri and Ryan. 
After an hour or so they found themselves involved in 
conversations with their new naked neighbors.

The sunburn concern was behind them. They had solid bases 
and Terri, especially, was turning a golden brown. The 
bikini lines were nearly invisible, another day and they 
would be erased entirely. At three o'clock they said 
goodbye to their new friends and promised to return the 
next day. 

Back at the hotel, Terri went directly to the gift shop 
hoping to find a dress. She was in luck. They had a 
bright yellow dress that was really designed for the 
beach as a cover-up. It had a zipper all the way down the 
front of the dress. There were just narrow straps at the 
shoulders with a scooped neck that was cut low enough to 
bare the tops and sides of her breasts. Terri tried it 
on. "What do you think?" She asked Ryan.

The simple frock was mid-thigh in length, hugged her body 
in all the right places and was sexy beyond words. "Would 
you wear that in public?" He asked.

"Why not? Does anything show?" She asked as she looked 
down her body and over her shoulder.

"No, nothing shows. I think it's very sexy."

Before they left, she bought a pair of high heel sandals 
that nearly matched the color of the dress. Back in the 
room, they took afternoon naps and awakened at eight. By 
eight-thirty they were ready. Terri looked like a million 
bucks, thought Ryan. 

The drive to Reynosa took a little longer than the drive 
to Progresso because Ryan made a wrong turn near the 
McAllen Airport. Finally, they parked on the U.S. side as 
Juan had advised. 

There was nothing charming about this city. It was big, 
loud, smelly and dirty. There were several taxi cabs 
waiting for passengers on the Mexican side. Ryan handed 
the card to a driver who read it and seemed very 
surprised. In broken English he asked, "You both want to 
go there?"

"Yes we want to go to that club. Do you know where it 
is?"

"Sure amigo. Everyone knows where it is. But... but it's 
in boystown."

"So?"

"Is she your wife?" The driver asked pointing to Terri.

"Yes she is. So what?" 

"I've never taken a man and his wife to boystown before." 
Then the conversation came to an end. If the crazy 
gringos wanted to go to boystown, better for him to get 
the fare than for another driver. He opened the rear door 
and said, "Get in." As Terri climbed in the dusty taxi 
the driver couldn't politely look away, he was drawn to 
this lovely creature. He had never seen better legs in 
his life and she was showing a lot of leg.

It didn't take long to drive to their destination. As the 
taxi pulled up in front of a large compound, away from 
town and surrounded by nothing by the bleak Mexican 
landscape, Terri was beginning to have second thoughts 
about their adventure .

"The Starlight is beyond the wall and the second club on 
your left. You can't miss it. Good luck Amigos." The taxi 
disappeared in a cloud of dust.

They were standing hand-in-hand before the walled 
compound. As Ryan reflected on Jay's attitude about 
Reynosa, he remembered the ominous warning. "That place 
isn't for you."

Terri squeezed his hand and said, "Ryan, maybe this isn't 
where Juan's club is located. Maybe the driver made a 
mistake." She was expecting a disco or night club 
downtown.

They walked to the arched entrance to the compound but 
were stopped by a fat, sweating Mexican policeman who had 
been leaning against the wall. Ryan handed him Juan's 
card. The policeman turned it over and read what had been 
written in Spanish. Instantly he broke into a big smile 
revealing a solid gold front tooth and said, "Welcome, I 
take you to Club Starlight."

They followed him through the entrance and found 
themselves in a strange, almost surreal, place. The 
compound appeared to consist of square blocks divided by 
two streets. They saw neon signs over the entrances to 
other clubs. "Lipstick," "Pussycat." The policeman turned 
a corner and after a few paces they were in front of the 
"Starlight." The policeman handed the card to a tall, 
young Mexican then turned to Ryan and Terri, took off his 
hat, bowed at the waist and said, "Adios amigos. Maybe I 
will see you later."

"Welcome, welcome to the Starlight my friends. Juan isn't 
here yet but let me find you a nice table. You are here 
as his special guests. You pay for nothing. Anything you 
see or want, just ask for it. Anything. My name is Raul."

Then he led them into the club that was really a large 
bar with round tables scattered about. Terri noticed that 
on one wall were small cubicles or alcoves. On the other 
wall there was a small empty stage. Adjacent to the bar 
were stairs leading to a second floor landing. There were 
several men at the bar and others seated at the tables. 
Some of the men were accompanied by pretty, young Mexican 
women.

And the women? There must have been more than twenty of 
them. They were leaning against the walls, sitting by 
themselves at tables or on barstools. All of them were 
pretty.

To Ryan, Jay's warning was beginning to make sense. He 
saw a couple descending from the second floor. The man 
exited and the woman took a seat at the bar. Another 
couple left a table, climbed the stairs and disappeared 
on the landing. We're right in the middle of a Mexican 
whorehouse, he realized. 

Music began to play and a man stepped to the center of 
the stage and spoke in Spanish. When he left the stage an 
attractive, tall Mexican girl walked through the curtains 
and began to dance to the music. The crowd cheered her 
on. She was wearing a blue, floor-length evening gown 
that was slit to her hip. She didn't wear the gown for 
long. Before the first song ended she deftly unzipped and 
unsnapped the garment which was soon laying at her feet. 
She wasn't wearing a bra, pasties or a g-string. She 
wasn't wearing anything but shoes. 

Ryan had been to a few gentlemen's clubs in Dallas. 
Usually, in Dallas, it took two or three songs before the 
dancers were naked. Here, this dancer got right to the 
point. He wondered what she would do during the following 
songs.

Terri gasped. She didn't know exactly what to expect but 
it wasn't this. Several men moved from the tables to the 
edge of the small stage to get a closer look. The second 
song seemed louder than the first. She danced faster with 
the men encouraging her. Then, she sat down on the edge 
of the stage and spread her legs.

Almost instantly one of the men leaned over and began to 
kiss her thighs. He quickly worked his way up her thighs 
to her pussy and began to eat her. She leaned back on her 
elbows, put her feet on the edge of the stage to make it 
easier for him, and gyrated against his mouth.

Ryan leaned over and asked, "honey, do you think we 
should leave?" 

"I guess we should," she said. "Juan should have told us 
what kind of a place this was."

At that moment Juan arrived at their table. Behind him 
was the man who had seated them. He was carrying an ice 
bucket with a bottle of champagne and three champagne 
glasses.

"Welcome, welcome my American friends. I am so sorry that 
I was not here to greet you when you arrived." He looked 
at Terri and said, "You are more beautiful than I 
remembered. I love your amarillo... your yellow dress." 
Then he sat down next to Terri and said, "May I pour you 
a glass of champagne? I assure you it is not what the 
customers or the girls drink, it is my own private stock, 
it is French champagne."

"We were just talking about leaving. We seem sort of out 
of place here," Ryan said.

"You don't like my club? It is, how do you say, not good 
for you?" Juan acted very surprised and disappointed, 
maybe even a little insulted.

Terri went to his rescue. "It's not that Juan. It seems 
very nice. It's me, I feel out of place. Your club seems 
like a place for men, not for women."

"But Terri, there are many other women here don't you 
see?"

"Yes, but they're... you know... they're professionals."

Just then they heard a cry from the stage. They hadn't 
been paying any attention to what the dancer was doing 
since Juan joined them. Now all three looked. Actually, 
Juan glanced at what was happening while Terri and Ryan 
gawked with open mouths. The dancer had scooted back from 
the edge of the stage.

She was still laying on her back but she wasn't being 
eaten she was being fucked. A black man had joined her 
and was thrusting between her legs. The deep strokes 
indicated that he was hung even though from where they 
were sitting they couldn't see his penis.

Juan turned back to Terri without missing a beat in the 
conversation and said, "Yes my dear they are 
professionals. Does that make them bad people?"

"I was taught not to be judgmental. It's not for me to 
say. I've never been around anything like this, that's 
all."

"Won't you at least join me in a glass of champagne?" 
Juan asked.

Ryan said, "that can't hurt, I guess, just one." 

Juan poured each of them a glass, then he reached out to 
touch their glasses with his in a toast. "To my new 
American amigos. May your time at my club tonight be 
memorable. Cheers."

During the next half hour Juan learned as much as he 
could about his guests. Also, he was generous in sharing 
information about the club, Reynosa and himself. He was 
married, but his wife lived in Pharr, a border town on 
the United States side and he saw her only on weekends. 
They had several grown children. Several times he placed 
his hand on Terri's arm in a familiar way. She never 
moved it out of his reach. This was not lost on Ryan who 
had mixed feelings about what he was seeing.

Two more dancers had performed. Neither of them to the 
degree that the first dancer did, however. After three 
glasses of champagne, the club didn't seem as frightening 
as it had earlier. Most of the conversation was between 
Terri and Juan. That gave Ryan the opportunity to watch 
the action in the club that wasn't on the stage.

He saw that some couples went into the alcoves. Most of 
them closed the drapes but one wasn't very careful and he 
could see that the woman stripped and then sat on the 
man's lap. Well she didn't just sit on the man's lap, at 
least she didn't just sit still on his lap, she rubbed 
her ass against his groin.

He also noticed that there seemed to be a never ending 
parade of couples ascending and descending the staircase 
against the far wall. They had been there long enough for 
him to realize that the visits upstairs lasted from 
fifteen minutes to more than half an hour. He was 
fascinated with what he saw.

Terri had to admit that she was having fun. The champagne 
was good, though she wasn't an expert on champagne by any 
means. It was fun being in this naughty place. More than 
once she felt Juan press his hip against hers. It could 
have been an accident, though she doubted it. It couldn't 
have been an accident when his ankle came in contact with 
hers and didn't move but pressed against her ankle until 
she moved her leg out of the way.

Juan saw that Ryan was interested in everything that was 
taking place around them. "The girls each have their own 
room upstairs," He explained. "What happens behind the 
closed doors is none of my business. Well it is my 
business because they have to give me half but I don't 
care what they do."

"What do they do?" Asked Terri with real interest.

"Oh, my dear. You know what they do. They do what men and 
women are supposed to do to each other." He paused, took 
a sip, smiled and said, "they make love, they have 
intercourse they perform fellatio and cunnilingus," then 
he coarsened his vocabulary, "they fuck, they suck, they 
eat each other. Very healthy don't you think?"

"You don't need to be crude." Terri said.

"Ya, Juan, we get the picture," said Ryan rushing to her 
defense.
 
"I didn't mean to offend. Call me a direct man, a very 
direct man." He glanced at his watch and said, "I need to 
check on something in the office. Will you wait here for 
me?"

Terri looked at Ryan but didn't get a reaction, then 
said, "we'll wait a few minutes for you."

Juan stood up, turned to Ryan and said, "If you see 
anything you like, anything at all, be my guest. Remember 
what I told you, everything is on the house."

No sooner had he left than a new ice bucket with another 
bottle of champagne was brought to the table. Terri was 
already feeling a nice glow. She realized she better be 
careful and nurse her drinks from now on.

"What do you think of this place?" Ryan asked.

"I'm not sure. I guess it's just about the most wicked 
place in the whole world. I never thought I would ever be 
in such a place. What do you think?"

"Same thing. Jay had actually warned me about Reynosa."

"You didn't say anything to me about that. Why didn't you 
say something?"

He didn't have a chance to answer because a tall very 
striking brunette came to their table. Ryan hadn't seen 
her before as he had monitored the activities of everyone 
within his sight. If he had seen her he would surely have 
remembered because she was so stunning and very different 
than any other woman he had seen there. She was already 
lowering herself to the empty chair next to Ryan when she 
asked, "mind if I join you?" 

Before either Terri or Ryan could say a word she 
introduced herself. "I'm Pat."

"But you're not . . . you're not." Terri was stumbling 
over her words.

Pat laughed, "No, I'm not Mexican. Like you, I'm an 
American, true and blue. I live in Corpus Christi and 
work here when I want to. There are three or four of us 
here that are pretty much in the same boat."

"What boat is that?" Asked Terri with real interest. She 
was oblivious to what was happening on the stage or 
anyplace else in the club. She was now riveted on every 
word that Pat spoke.

Pat laughed. "I guess the boat of life. I'm married, have 
been for nearly twenty years. We have three children. 
I've been coming here for five years. My husband lost his 
virtue in one of the rooms upstairs during a spring break 
his senior year in high school. He suggested that I get a 
job like this to keep me happy and help with the family 
budget." She lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply then said, 
"It's a long, long story. I won't bore you with the 
details."

Terri thought that Pat was very beautiful. She was 
wearing a black silk, slip dress and black heels. She 
wondered how Pat could possibly have been married for 
twenty years. "If you've been married for twenty years, 
you must be . . ."

"I'll be forty-one in September and I'm proud of it. I 
didn't catch your names by the way."

Ryan said, "We're Ryan and Terri. We ran into Juan in 
Progresso. He invited us over."

Pat chuckled. "He does that every time he goes over 
there. Sometimes the people show up, most of the time 
they don't. What do you think of the place?"

"I'm not sure," answered Terri. "This whole area is so 
strange."

"That's boystown for you. But, you're right it is 
strange. Most border cities have a boystown. The locals 
call it the red zone, the zona rosa. There are several 
clubs like this one. Men can come here, have a drink or 
two, watch the dancers, have a lap dance or, if they 
want, they can go upstairs with a lady. By they way, in 
case you hadn't noticed, the majority of the men here are 
American. I would bet that a third of our patrons are 
military. During spring break we get a lot of college 
men, as you might imagine. Then there are locals from the 
Rio Grande valley, they're usually straying husbands. The 
rest are Mexicans who can afford to come here."

She took another deep drag and continued, "In addition to 
clubs like this one, there are single cribs lining both 
sides of each street. The men go there for one purpose 
only and they don't stay very long. I would say that the 
cribs are a step down from clubs like this and they are 
less expensive. 
 
Then Pat turned her attention to Ryan. "Ryan, you've been 
very quiet. What do you think of this place?" She turned 
on a twenty-four carat smile.

"It's different that's for sure. The first dancer that we 
saw really got into it. The others seemed a little 
bored."

"You can never tell how the night will be. It depends on 
the audience."

"Do you dance?" Terri wanted to know.

"Sometimes. It all depends. Juan is very nice to the 
American girls, we can pretty much do whatever we want. 
Every club here has one or two Americans but this place 
has the most. Word gets around." 

"Are you going to dance tonight?" Asked Ryan. No sooner 
had he asked the question than he felt Terri's swift kick 
to his shin. He didn't know if she was jealous or she 
thought his question was inappropriate.

"Do you want me too?" She smiled again at Ryan and in a 
flirty way, thought Terri.

Ryan didn't want to get kicked again. "I was just 
curious, that's all.

"May I have a glass of champagne. I hardly ever drink 
champagne here because usually it's rot- gut. You must be 
very special, that bottle is from Juan's private stock," 
she said while pointing to the bottle chilling in the ice 
bucket. "I happen to know he pays more than $100 a bottle 
for it."

"Of course you can have a glass. I'm sorry for not 
offering when you first sat down," said Ryan 
apologetically.

Pat looked toward the bar, raised her hand and almost 
instantly the man who had seated them was at the table 
with a clean glass for Pat. He poured each of them a 
glass including the empty glass in front of the chair 
that Juan had been sitting in.

"So Pat, I've been thinking," said Terri. "I wonder why 
Juan invited us here tonight and why he's wasting $200 
worth of champagne on total strangers?"

"Oh that's no mystery. Juan has an eye for the ladies. He 
loves to have beauties like you sitting at his tables, 
even if they're not available to his customers. Eye 
candy, so to speak. If they are available. Then that's a 
bonus. That's why you're here tonight and not allowed to 
pay for anything." She turned her attention to Ryan and 
asked, "Do you understand what I mean by anything?"

Ryan thought that he knew. Juan had said the same thing 
several times. "You tell me," he said.

"Well what is it we sell here?" Then she answered the 
rhetorical question. "We sell booze. You're not to pay 
for booze. We sell food, though it's not really very 
good. Tortilla chips and salsa is about all I can 
recommend. You're not to pay for food. And, we sell 
entertainment, the dances and the shows. You're not to 
pay for the entertainment, no cover charge for you. Let's 
see, oh yes, we also sell lap dances in the alcoves. 
You're not to pay for lap dances. But, I guess what we 
mostly sell here are services, intimate services that are 
provided upstairs. Ryan you're not to pay for any of our 
services if you decide to go upstairs."

Terri had sensed that this was coming. It seemed obvious 
to her that Pat was there for Ryan. That she had been 
sent to their table by Juan. She wondered if they gave 
off some sort of vibes at Arturo's. Did he get the idea 
that they were swingers or something? What made him think 
that they would come to his club? That Ryan would go 
upstairs with one of the women?

And what was Juan thinking about her? Did he want her for 
himself? Did he think she would take his customers 
upstairs and as Pat put it, "provide intimate services?" 
Or as Juan himself had put it crudely, "suck, fuck and 
eat his customers."

She also thought of the conversation she and Ryan had in 
bed. He said he wanted to watch her fuck someone. She 
didn't have a clue how to react to his outrageous 
suggestion so she bluffed him. She said before that could 
even be discussed she would have to watch him with a 
woman. Was she serious? Could she watch him with another 
woman and not get jealous or angry? Could she watch him 
with Pat? If Ryan did walk up the stairs, avail himself 
of Pat's intimate services, then could she be with a man, 
a man who wasn't her husband? Could she take the hand of 
one of the men here and lead them up the stairs. She 
never imagined that anything like that was possible. Now, 
she wasn't so sure.

Ryan felt totally out of control. His wife was sitting on 
one side of him, a beautiful prostitute was seated on the 
other side. The whore was holding her champagne glass in 
one hand while her other hand was under the table on his 
thigh. He didn't have time to think about it though 
because Juan had returned.

"So I see you have met lovely Patricia," he said as he 
sat down next to Terri. "Did Pat tell you that it was 
five years ago that I met her and her husband at 
Arturo's?"

"No she didn't. She told us that her husband suggested 
she work here," said Terri. She saw that Pat had looked 
away as they talked about her.

"True, true enough," said Juan. "But it was after they 
spent a night here with us. Do you remember dear?" He 
asked Pat.

"I remember." She answered softly.

Terri turned to Pat and said, "I thought you said your 
husband lost his virginity up those stairs."

It wasn't Pat but Juan who explained. "That's true he 
did. It was before I owned the club though and it had a 
different name then. A coincidence, or maybe it was fate 
that I spotted them in Arturo's. Anyway, I think it was 
about two weeks after that night that Pat came here by 
herself and went to work. I wasn't surprised when she 
showed up. I have a thing about women, a special feeling 
about certain women," he said as he turned and stared 
into Terri's eyes. "Instinctively, I just know the ones 
who are hot. The ones who love sex. The women who have 
potential. The ones who like a place like this place." 

Juan turned to Pat. "The night that you and your husband 
came the first time. Do you remember how many tricks you 
turned?"

Pat didn't have to think about it for a second. "Seven."

My God, thought Terri, when Juan talked about 
understanding women was he talking about her? Does he 
know me better than I know myself? she wondered. She was 
feeling more relaxed. Partly due to the champagne but 
also because she was getting used to this place. Also, 
Pat made her feel less threatened than she had before Pat 
joined them. However, she was also feeling flushed and 
excited. Her heart was pounding, it was harder to 
breathe.

Juan leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You look very 
lovely tonight my dear."

"Thank you."

Ryan couldn't hear what Juan whispered. While he and 
Terri were sitting next to each other they were leaning 
slightly away towards Pat for him and towards Juan for 
Terri. Anyone who saw the four people at the table would 
think that Pat was with Ryan and Juan and Terri were a 
couple.

Again, Juan leaned over to Terri, placed his lips near 
her ear and asked, "are you wearing anything under your 
dress?"

Terri knew that she should have been offended. She knew 
that she should lean back and exclaim, "That's none of 
your business." But she didn't. She knew that she 
shouldn't have had the last glass of champagne. What she 
did was place her mouth near the older Mexican's ear and 
say, "no, I'm not wearing anything under my dress."

Pat turned to Ryan and asked, "does it bother you to have 
Juan hit on your wife?"

"She's a big girl. She can do anything she wants."

Pat continued, "Are you swingers?"

Ryan couldn't help it, he laughed at the question before 
he said, "Us? Far from it. No this is about as different 
from our life in Dallas as anything could be."

The club was filling up. However, only two women were 
sitting at the tables with men, Pat and Terri. None were 
leaning against the walls or sitting on bar stools as 
they had been when Ryan and Terri arrived. Except for the 
dancer and Pat and Terri all of the others must be either 
upstairs or in the alcoves thought Terri. The music was 
louder and the crowd more raucous than it had been.

Juan glanced at his Gold Rolex wristwatch and saw that it 
was 11:30. It was the moment of truth. Time to get this 
show on the road. "Pat, why don't you show Ryan around?"

Pat stood up and extended her hand to Ryan who hadn't 
budged. He didn't know what to do or say. He looked at 
Terri who seemed to be frowning slightly. He said, "I'm 
fine right here."

He could have been knocked off his chair when Terri 
leaned over and whispered so that neither Juan or Pat 
could hear, "do you remember what we talked about? Do you 
remember your fantasy?"

"Of course I do," he whispered back to her.

"Do you also remember my condition? You don't need to 
answer, I know you do. Go have fun with Pat."

"What about you? I can't leave you here. My God, Terri 
remember where you are."

"I'll be just fine. I can take care of myself. You go 
on."

There didn't seem to be much else to say. Ryan stood up, 
took Pat's hand and let her lead the way.

Terri wasn't surprised when they walked to the stairway 
and climbed it. Then, they were gone from her sight.



Chapter 4

Juan was very pleased. It looked like he may have lured 
another couple into his trap. This time, however, it was 
obviously the woman who encouraged her man go upstairs. 
That had never happened before. Now it was all up to 
Juan. He knew that he would have an hour or so to work 
his magic. Pat would keep Ryan busy for at least that 
long.

He knew that while Ryan and Pat were together in her 
room, Ryan wouldn't have time to think about his pretty 
wife or what she might be doing. He also knew from 
personal experience that Pat could drive any man crazy. 
He had never met anyone quite like her. Never, until 
perhaps now, he thought. The gorgeous blonde sitting next 
to him was the only woman he had ever met that turned him 
on as much as Pat did. He was anxious to test her limits.

While Terri had acted brave for Ryan, she sure didn't 
feel brave now that he was gone. She thought she would be 
okay with whatever Ryan and Pat did. She didn't think it 
would affect their marriage. After all, it had been a 
shared fantasy. And, she had heard that the human brain 
was the largest and most powerful sex organ. If they had 
both thought about something like this, was it really so 
different from actually doing it? She rationalized.

"Let's move closer to the stage," said Juan.

She didn't protest when he stood up and offered her his 
hand. They walked to the only empty table. As she sat 
down, she noticed the "reserved" sign on the table. Their 
glasses and the bucket of champagne were brought to the 
new location. The crowd was even bigger than the last 
time she looked around the busy room.

Now that Pat was gone, she and the dancer on the stage 
were the only women she could see. There must have been a 
hundred anxious men in the club with her vision. The 
naked dancer was listless as she moved around the stage. 
Her breasts were very large and not as firm as most of 
the other dancer's that Terri had seen. The crowd wasn't 
paying much attention to the dancer. 

Juan said a few words in Spanish, loud enough for the 
dancer and the MC to hear him. The dancer stopped 
dancing, picked up her dress and left the stage. The 
music stopped. The MC announced a new dancer. The rhythms 
were pounding. After a minute or so the room became 
quieter. Every eye was looking at the curtain. Then it 
opened and a woman Terri had not seen before glided 
across the stage and moved to the beat of the music. She 
was beautiful. A blonde. And, thought Terri, she appeared 
to also be an American.

Juan confirmed her suspicion. "She is from your country. 
Her name is Carol and she's been with me about two years 
now. She's a friend of Pat's, her husband's in the Navy." 

Like the other dancers, it didn't take long for Carol to 
shed her dress. She was truly beautiful. She must have 
been a trained dancer as she gracefully moved over the 
small stage. Before the first song had ended she cupped 
her breasts, tweaked her nipples, dipped a finger between 
her legs and then sucked it. The crowd was going wild.

When the second song began she dropped to the floor like 
the other dancers had. She too scooted to the edge of the 
small stage with her legs parted and dangling to the 
floor. She didn't need to invite anyone to join her 
because three black men that had been seated at a nearby 
tabled swarmed all over her. One was between her legs, 
one jumped up on the stage and began to kiss her and the 
third began to play with her breasts.

Terri knew that her cheeks were red and her breathing 
ragged. She thought she was losing control. She wished 
that Ryan were here with her but he wasn't because she 
had sent him away with Pat.

Pat and Ryan walked to the end of the hall at the top of 
the landing. Pat put a key in the lock, turned it and 
opened the door. "Come on in, sit down and make yourself 
comfortable."

Ryan didn't need to be told where to sit because there 
was only one place, the small bed. 

Pat had one job to do and that was to take Ryan's mind 
off his wife for the next hour. To do that she needed to 
get his attention and keep it. She lifted the hem of her 
slip dress up over her thighs, her pussy and then over 
her head. She wasn't wearing underwear. She turned for 
him, smiled and asked, "Do you like it?"

He wasn't exactly sure if "it" was her entire body, her 
shaven pussy, or her pretty ass. He was pretty sure that 
it wasn't her boobs or legs because if it was she would 
have asked, "do you like them?" Nevertheless, he 
answered, "you're very beautiful Pat. I like it very 
much."

"Good," she said as she kicked off her heels and joined 
him on the small bed. She pushed him down and lowered her 
lips to his. He didn't expect romance in a Mexican 
brothel but that's exactly what he got from the pretty 
American whore. She played him like an instrument. Juan 
needn't have worried about Ryan being occupied for at 
least an hour.

What was happening on the stage was getting to Terri. 
Juan had explained to her that the three black men were 
regulars. They were American sailors who drove down to 
Reynosa every payday and left much of their earnings 
behind at his club. They knew the routine and when Carol 
danced--which wasn't very often--they and nearly every 
other man there fought to be with her. They didn't pay 
for a piece of ass on the stage but they were, in effect, 
unpaid performers for Juan.

Juan found that when there was a hot show the activities 
upstairs, where the real money was, increased. And the 
hotter the men were the quicker they finished. The 
quicker they finished the sooner the girls could be 
available again, or back in inventory. 

Juan put his arm over her bare shoulders, drew her 
towards him and said, "do you like the show my dear?"

"It's different, I'll say that. Are there shows like this 
at the other clubs?" She asked.

"Similar. Of course, you would expect me to say that ours 
is the best. But it really is. Certainly my women are the 
prettiest. Would you like to dance like that Terri?"

"Oh, no. I'm not much of a dancer." By then Carol was 
fucking one of the men, sucking another with the third 
standing naked behind the man fucking her waiting for his 
turn. Terri had never seen anything like it.

Juan said, "As the saying goes, try it, you might like 
it." Then, he leaned closer and said, "Do you know how 
much I want to fuck you?"

Terri wasn't surprised by what he said. "Now, now Juan. 
Play nice, okay?"

"Terri, by now Pat has gotten your husband hard and has 
his cock in her mouth, or perhaps her cunt or her ass. 
You and I are sitting here watching Carol get her brains 
fucked out. Doesn't the thought of your husband with Pat 
and what you're seeing get to you?"

"Of course it does, I'm a human being. It's just... it's 
just that..."

"Tell me my dear, you can tell me."

"I've never been with another man. I've thought about it 
a lot, of course. But I could never have imagined that 
when, or if, it were to happen it would be in a place 
this. I always thought that it would be with someone I 
was very attracted to." Immediately she knew she had said 
the wrong thing.

Juan said, "am I too old for you? Am I not handsome 
enough for you?"

"Oh no, Juan, it's not that. It didn't come out right. 
What I meant to say was that I always imagined that if I 
were ever to be with someone, other than Ryan, I would 
have to have feelings for that man. The feelings would 
have to have grown on me, over time, until I had no 
choice but to succumb. I would have to want to give 
myself to that person." She realized that she sounded 
kind of silly considering that she had just pushed her 
husband off on a women he hadn't known for even an hour.

Juan said, "my dear, I think I can make you find me 
attractive and I'm sure that I can bring out feelings in 
you that you never imagined." Then, he took her hand and 
drew it to his lap.

Terri couldn't believe what she was feeling. She stopped 
watching the performance and looked at Juan who was 
smiling at her. Beneath her hand was something that was 
moving, something alive, something enormous. He still 
held her wrist and guided her hand up and down his 
throbbing shaft that was trapped in his pants and seemed 
to be trying to escape.

Terri didn't believe that they came in such a gargantuan 
size. The sailor that was fucking Carol on the stage was 
much bigger than Ryan but what was confined in Juan's 
pants had to be even bigger than the cock that was 
plunging in and out of Carol.

"That's very impressive but I was taught to save it for 
my husband, which I did, and then remain faithful to him 
for the rest of my life."

"What about your husband? Don't the same rules apply to 
him?"

"You know men. I don't think that Ryan has ever cheated 
on me but he is a man. Someday he most certainly would. I 
guess I don't think the same rules apply to him. If a man 
fools around he's a stud. If a woman does the same thing 
then she's a slut, a whore a tramp."

"You're very smart Terri. But, you're thinking too much 
with your brain," he said as he touched her temple with 
his forefinger. "Just for tonight try thinking with your 
sweet cunt." Then, he reached between her legs and 
pressed the cloth of the yellow dress into her crotch.

For Terri his touch and his words were like an electric 
shock. "Where would we go?" She asked him softly. 

"Not to worry my dear. We can either go upstairs or to my 
office, the decision is yours."

What now she thought? She knew that Ryan wanted this to 
happen. She was the one who had placed the condition of 
his doing it first. That condition had been, or soon 
would be, satisfied. There didn't seem to be much more to 
think about or to say.

Maybe Juan was right. Maybe, just for tonight she should 
stop analyzing and start feeling. "No, Juan the decision 
is yours. I don't know this place. I'm not even sure that 
I can go through with this," she paused then said, "but I 
can try. You decide where we will go."

Victory, thought the Mexican. She really had no decision. 
If she had chosen his office he would have said upstairs 
would be better for her. He stood, took her hand and 
walked to the staircase. Every eye in the room was on 
them as the older fat club owner led the beautiful blonde 
American up the stairs. Every man there knew what 
happened up those stairs. Also, they knew what kind of 
women went up those stairs. For those who doubted that 
the new woman might be available their doubts were 
squelched. 

At the top of the landing Juan led Terri down the narrow 
hall. All of the doors were closed but one toward the end 
of the hall stood open. In the small room was a single 
bed covered with a white bottom sheet. The bed was pushed 
against the far wall and into the corner. On the other 
side of the wall was another bed. The beds were separated 
by two thin sheets of sheet rock with no insulation 
between them.

It hadn't taken long for Pat to help Ryan take off his 
clothes. Magically this had happened without a break in 
their kissing. She was stroking is throbbing erection and 
cooing as they kissed. They heard the door to the next 
room close. But they couldn't clearly hear what was being 
said.

After closing the door behind them and locking it, Juan 
walked over to the bed and sat on its edge. Terri 
remained standing, leaned back against the door, folded 
her arms across her chest, crossed her legs at the ankles 
and asked, "what now?"

Juan smiled at her. "That is entirely up to you my dear. 
We can just talk or we can have fun." He kicked off his 
loafers and lay down on the bed. "The next step is yours 
to take."

"I feel like I'm being auditioned," Terri said.

"Do you want to be auditioned?"

She didn't answer because she was listening to the 
muffled ohhs and ahhs coming from a man in the next room. 
The sounds of love making, she realized, were the same in 
any language. They were neither Spanish or English, just 
universal. Someone's having fun in there, thought Terri.

The moans and groans were not coming from Pat because her 
mouth was busy. Ryan was gasping for breath as Pat ran 
her tongue around the glans of his cock and teased the 
oozing hole at the very tip with the very tip of her 
tongue. She carefully licked from his balls to the tip of 
his penis. 

Then, she placed his cock in her warm mouth. Terri 
usually took four or five inches before his throbbing 
shaft hit the back of her throat. This time, however, 
when it hit the back of Pat's throat, she didn't stop and 
withdraw then go back down on him as he expected her to. 
She somehow opened her throat wide, resisted the gag 
reflex and swallowed. Every inch was absorbed. Her nose 
was nestled in his black curly pubic hair and his balls 
were against her chin. She didn't lift her head but 
seemed to be massaging his cock with the muscles in her 
throat.

He felt her caress, then cup his scrotum with one hand, 
while the index finger of the other wormed its way 
between his ass cheeks, came in contact with his anus and 
gently pushed until it was inside an inch or two. His 
mind wasn't on his wife, or anything for that matter, but 
the intense feelings that this remarkable woman was 
evoking. 

Ryan reached down and touched her hair, her shoulders. 
She seemed to understand what his touches were saying. 
Without withdrawing even an inch she shifted around so 
that he had access to her. He touched her full breasts. 
Then, tentatively, he reached between her legs. Her pubis 
was completed devoid of hair. It was smooth as silk. Her 
thick lips were wet. He bet that they were always wet. 
Not only was Pat indescribably talented, she also seemed 
to really love her work.

Terri didn't know what to do. She knew what she wanted to 
do. Juan had his hands behind his head. His expensive 
trousers were tented and Terri thought that she saw a wet 
spot or two on them. The sight of the Mexican with the 
huge hard-on--even though it was covered from her view by 
cloth-- laying on a bed in front of her, coupled with: 
the sounds from the room next door, the performances she 
had seen and even the two days at the nude beach 
emboldened her.

Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined her hand 
finding the zipper tab at the top of her yellow dress. 
But it did. Prior to this moment, it seemed an 
impossibility that Bren and Paul's mom would pull the tab 
down a few inches revealing the flesh on the insides of 
her tan breasts. But she did. The odds were too great to 
have calculated, before now, that Ryan's wife would have 
continued to unzip the tight dress. But she did. It was 
at her waist and then it was completely unzipped.

Her nipples were still covered but her navel and neatly 
trimmed pubic hair had been slowly revealed to Juan's 
dark brown eyes. As he starred at this beautiful woman 
she slipped the dress off each shoulder and let it fall 
behind to the wooden floor. She started to remove a shoe 
when he said, "leave them on. Not only are women's legs 
much sexier in high heels, they are a good weapon."

"Do I need to defend myself against you?" She asked.

"Of course not my dear. It's just a good habit to get 
into. Keep your shoes on and come over here."

Pat wanted to make sure that Ryan came twice before they 
left the room. Her throat muscles and the gentle up and 
down movement were doing the trick for his first climax. 
He was tossing his head from side to side, moaning and 
thrusting at her face. Her finger found his prostrate and 
massaged it for about ten seconds before he shuddered. 

Terri walked to the edge of the bed and stopped. Juan 
reached out with his brown hand and rubbed her calf, then 
the back of her knee. He leaned towards her and kissed 
her knee then trailed little wet kisses up her leg. He 
didn't intend to be romantic. He moved to the edge of the 
bed sat down and positioned himself between her legs. He 
grabbed the cheeks of her ass and then buried his face in 
her crotch.

She spread her legs to accommodate him. His grey mustache 
felt funny and different. His tongue, however, felt like 
Ryan's as it eagerly probed until her lips parted. Then, 
with more enthusiasm than she could have ever imagined he 
licked and sucked her pussy until she was about to fall 
over because she couldn't stand anymore. He brought her 
to an incredible orgasm in record time.

They shifted around and in the process he stripped off 
his white silk, shirt, slacks and briefs. Terri noticed 
that he didn't remove his black socks. However, his socks 
didn't seem very important at that moment. He was between 
her legs. She was on her back with her long tan legs 
spread as far as anatomically possible. She was touching 
the impossibly large penis.

"Put it in." It wasn't a suggestion.

She did. It took her breath away. There was no finesse, 
no tenderness. Not on his part but also not on Terri's 
part either. It hurt but the pain was quickly replaced 
with a full intensely pleasurable feeling. She was 
soaking and ready, otherwise she could never have taken 
him. He didn't wait for her to adjust to his abnormal 
size. He began to fuck her with pounding strokes.

Ryan sat up when he heard to noise from the next room. He 
heard bed springs being tested to their limits. The bed 
opposite the wall was pounding into the wall at its head. 
The woman was moaning and sighing while her partner was 
grunting. He wondered how long they could go on at that 
pace?
 
Terri had never felt anything like what she was feeling. 
This wasn't love-making it was pure power fucking. 
Nonetheless, she was coming non-stop. What Juan lacked in 
finesse, he more than made up for in size and enthusiasm. 
She thought he was acting like he was in a race.

She wasn't too far off. He knew, he just knew she would 
be hot. He had underestimated her. He wanted to finish as 
soon as possible while her husband was still occupied 
with Pat. He had other plans for this beauty and didn't 
want her old man to interfere with them. She had taken 
every inch of his cock within a minute. Not many women 
could do that. Her snatch was a snapper, as he called 
them. Not many were, most were clams.

She was squeezing and milking his big brown cock. He felt 
his climax coming and screamed out, "Si, oh si" as he 
emptied his hot load in her welcoming cavity. She bit 
into his shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of 
her lungs. Amazingly, he hadn't been in her for even ten 
minutes, maybe only five minutes.

"Wow! Said Ryan to Pat. Have you every heard anything 
like that in your life? She must really be something."

"Not very often. They sure seemed to have had a good 
time. Didn't take very long but I'd wager they are both 
smiling." She replied.

And they were smiling as they were entwined while still 
in the afterglow. However, within a few minutes, Juan sat 
up dressed and handed her the dress. Then he showed her 
where the bathroom was. "I'll meet you downstairs after 
you've freshened up," he said.

When she descended, tightly holding onto the handrail 
because her legs were still shaking, every eye in the 
room was watching her. There were even more men in the 
club than when she had climbed the stairs a half hour 
before. She looked all over the room for Ryan but 
couldn't find him. Juan was waiting for her at the bottom 
of the stairs with a glass of Champagne. "How do you feel 
my dear?"

"I'm fine. I don't see Ryan, though," she said as she 
took a sip of the golden bubbling liquid.

"I imagine he's still with Pat. She can never get 
enough." Juan also took a sip. "May I ask you something 
Terri?"

"Of course," she said smiling.

"Are you finished for the night?"

Terri thought that he might be ready to go again. "What 
do you have in mind? Are you ready for more."

Juan laughed. "Ready for more. No, no. Not me. You would 
kill me. What you can do to a man in incredible. I'm 
sorry, I'm finished for the night." He laughed some more. 
"Hell, maybe I'm finished for the week."

"If Ryan is with Pat and your finished, I'm not sure what 
you mean?"

"Look around you Terri. There must be a hundred men here. 
A hundred horny men. You could take your pick. Not one of 
them would choose another woman if they thought you were 
available. All you have to do is take a seat at the bar. 
Within a minute someone will approach you and ask you to 
take them upstairs. If you were to do that, you'd take 
them to the room that we were in."

"I could never do that."

Juan laughed again. "Terri, you don't know me at all. You 
said earlier that you really didn't find me attractive. 
Well I guess you changed your mind after you felt my 
cock. But, I knew what you meant and I don't blame you. 
You're very beautiful, I'm not handsome. You're much 
younger than I am. Also you don't have any feelings for 
me. But I have never been fucked like you fucked me. I 
wanted to have you suck me too but I was too excited for 
your pussy." He took another sip of champagne then said, 
"If you can climb the stair with me and fuck me, you can 
climb the stairs with any man here and fuck them too."

"Juan, stop it. You're embarrassing me.

"If your little pussy is aching for more... If it hurts 
because it is empty... If it is leaking right now, then 
just walk over to the bar and sit on a stool. Relief will 
be on its way very soon. That I promise." With that he 
turned and walked toward the rear of the club.
 


Chapter 5

Ryan couldn't believe what was happening to him. Somehow, 
someway Pat had brought him to another erection. She knew 
that she had to keep him in the room for another twenty 
minutes or so, therefore, she didn't let him put it in. 
"Take your time sweetheart. We're not in a hurry. Let's 
make it last."

Terri was alone at the foot of the stairs watching Juan 
walk away. The tables were all occupied. Another dancer 
was strutting her stuff on the small stage, though she 
was certainly no Carol. Slowly, Terri walked towards an 
empty barstool, she was drawn to the empty bar stool like 
a moth to a flame. When she sat down she didn't know that 
nearly every man in the room took that as a signal. A 
signal that she could be approached. 

No sooner had she sat down on the barstool than one of 
the blacks that had been ravishing Carol when she and 
Juan went upstairs came over to her. "Haven't seen you 
here before. I'm Mike. I'm stationed at the Naval Air 
Station."

"I'm Terri. We've never been here before."

"I think you're about the most gorgeous gal I've ever 
seen here. I really like Carol and Pat's, well Pat's, 
pardon the expression, about the best fuck on the planet. 
Neither of them hold a candle to you though."

"Thanks Mike. I think I know where Pat is but where's 
Carol?"

"She's upstairs with my two buddies. They wanted me to 
join them but I was waiting for you?"

"Sorry to disappoint you but I think you may have the 
wrong idea."

"Oh, Terri, I don't think I do. Didn't you go upstairs 
with Juan?"

"Yes I did." She admitted.

"Well, didn't he fuck you?"

"That's none of your business." She tried to sound a 
little indignant, but failed.

"Honey, you sure weren't gone very long." He stepped 
closer to her, pressed his side against her arm, put his 
hand on her thigh and whispered, "I just can't imagine 
that somebody that looks like you could be satisfied in 
twenty minutes or half an hour. If we go upstairs, you 
sure won't come back down in thirty minutes. That I can 
guarantee. Please come with me," he pleaded.

Mike was right she wasn't satisfied, she was still 
aroused. That's putting it mildly she thought, she was 
beyond aroused, she was in heat. Her clit was swollen and 
throbbing. The mouth of her vagina was begging for 
attention. It was impossible to sit still. Juan was big 
and intense but he didn't last nearly long enough to 
really get her off. Ryan could last longer than Juan. But 
Ryan wasn't here with her either, he was still upstairs.

Upstairs where this young black man wanted her to take 
him. Juan had told her that the room they had been in was 
available for her. She had no idea what possessed her to 
do it but she slid off the stool, took his hand and led 
him to the stairway aching for satisfaction. That it 
would come from a black sailor who she didn't know all 
didn't matter.

Before they could take a step up the stairs, however, the 
bartender approached Mike and whispered something to him. 
Terri saw Mike shake his head. They talked some more. 
Then Mike reached into his back pocket, took out his 
wallet and handed the bartender some bills.

Juan was standing in a dark corner watching with a smile 
on his face. 

Ryan and Pat heard the door to the adjacent room close 
once again. Ryan was desperate to stick his dick inside 
Pat. She was playfully resisting. If he didn't know 
better he would have thought she was stalling for time.

When the door closed behind her Terri didn't pretend to 
be coy. She unzipped the yellow dress in a single motion, 
shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the 
floor. She remember what Juan had said about the shoes, 
she kept them on. She took charge. "Take your clothes 
off."

Mike did and she was pleased when he took off his socks 
too. He stood and they kissed standing at the bedside. 
Then they tumbled onto the bed. She expected him to be 
erect and want to enter her moist, receptive body almost 
instantly. She was surprised to discover, when they broke 
their kiss and she reached between his legs, that he 
wasn't hard.

"Sorry Terri, Carol made me come so hard I'll need some 
help," he explained.

Terri knew what kind of assistance she would have to 
render. She kissed his chest. Nipped at his nipples, 
which he seemed to like, and worked her way down his 
body. His cock, in its flaccid state wasn't as long or as 
thick as Juan's was after he came, but maybe nobody's 
was, she thought. It was, however, by any other standard 
a very nice size. It became even more impressive as she 
stroked it with her hand and it slowly began to fill with 
blood.

What struck her was how black it was. Her white hand 
contrasted with the blue black skin. She leaned over and 
kissed his cock head. She hoped that he had washed it off 
after Carol. Then she began to suck him. It didn't take 
very long for him to become erect. Then she heard sounds 
from the next room. The sounds that come from a bed when 
a couple is moving in unison on its surface. Those sounds 
were accompanied by a woman saying, "oh yes, that's it, 
fuck me, fuck me." It had to be Carol with the two 
blacks, Mike's friends, or it had to Pat. 

Ryan was balls deep in the hot wet pussy that he had 
wanted to enter for that last several minutes. It was 
wonderful. Her oral talents were not her only talents he 
soon discovered. Pat was on her hands and knees. He knelt 
behind her and fucked her doggy style. Their movements 
were perfectly matched to keep just the head of his penis 
inside with each out stroke. As she rammed her ass back 
and plunged forward they were joined as tightly as 
possible. It was exquisite for him. 

Then he heard sounds from the room on the other side of 
the thin wall as the had before. No pile driver fucking 
exactly but vigorous nonetheless. It wasn't the sound of 
the bed hitting the wall that caught his attention, 
however, it was the sound of the woman's voice. "Oh yes, 
that's it fuck me. Don't stop. Oh oh, ummmm Oh God that 
feels so good." He stopped moving. He knew that voice.

Pat looked over her shoulder at him and confirmed what he 
suspected.. "That's not Carol, you know. There's only one 
other American here. That's Terri."

The reality of the moment overwhelmed him. This is what 
he had fantasized about. Well, he thought was reality 
better than fantasy. He wasn't quite sure.

When Mike was hard, he reached for his trousers, took out 
a small foil wrapped packet and tossed it to Terri. "You 
put it on."

She took the packet, placed it between her teeth and 
tried to open it. It had been years since she and Ryan 
had to use condoms because she had her tubes tied after 
Bren was born. 

Mike saw the struggle and said, "here let me open it. I 
thought you gals were experts at this."

He opened the packet and placed the rolled up rubber over 
his glans and then skimmed it down as far as it would go. 
There were still two or three inches of flesh exposed. 
Then they were back on the bed. Terri was even hotter, 
more eager than she had been with Juan. She opened her 
legs as an invitation to the black sailor. He plunged in. 
There was no need for lubrication, artificial lubrication 
that is, because Terri was supplying all that they would 
need.

"Oh yes, that's it fuck me. Don't stop. Oh oh, ummmm Oh 
God that feels so good." And it did feel good. She pushed 
up against him with all of her might. She ran her hands 
over his broad black back. Then, she took his head 
between her hands, drew it to hers and began to kiss him. 
His strokes weren't frantic like Juan's were. Also, 
because he had been satisfied by Carol not so long 
before, it didn't seem as if he would ever stop. They 
experimented with nearly every position imaginable.

While he had a limit on climaxes, as do most men, Terri 
didn't have a limit. The first ones weren't as intense as 
those with Juan, but they seemed to build up over time 
until she was in a state of constant orgasm. She thought 
her insides would push out. 

For Mike, he was in love. He thought she may be a year or 
two older than him, maybe even twenty-five, but he didn't 
care. He had been to Juan's place nearly every two weeks 
during the year that he had been stationed at the air 
station. Before the Starlight, he had tried other clubs, 
none compared with this one. And, he had loved Juan's 
girls. They were the best, the prettiest, the best lays. 
None, however could do with there pussies, mouths and 
hands what Terri was doing. None of them were as pretty 
as she was. And, only a few were American.

When Pat told Ryan that the sounds coming from the next 
room were being emitted by his wife he instantly shot his 
second load of the night. He collapsed on Pat's back. Her 
ass cheeks were pressed into his groin. They were both 
gasping for breath. He tried to relax but the noise from 
the next room prevented it. He could clearly hear, "Mike, 
I'm I'm Oh my God, Mike, I'm coming again... Oh deeper 
push it in deeper... don't ever stop... I love your big 
black cock."

After a few minutes Pat scooted out from under him, stood 
and said, "honey, it's been great but I've got to get 
back downstairs." As she started dressing he took the 
clue and dressed too. The sounds from the room next door 
didn't stop. The words from Terri and whoever the man was 
keep coming through the thin walls. The bouncing bed that 
pounded against the wall was the percussion instrument 
for their erotic symphony.

Pat told him to go back down stairs while she went to the 
bathroom. As he passed the door of the room that Terri 
was in and heard the sounds of lovemaking, he wondered 
for a second if sharing your deepest and darkest secrets 
might sometimes be a mistake.

Juan greeted him at the bottom of the stairs. "How was 
lovely Pat, Ryan?"

"She was fine Juan. How long do you think Terri will be?"

Juan laughed and patted him on the back. "That's hard to 
say amigo, hard to say. Let me get you a Corona?" Juan 
didn't wait for a reply. He went behind the bar himself 
and returned with a cold bottle. "Ryan, your sweet Terri 
is the most incredible woman I've ever been with. You're 
a lucky man."

Ryan almost spit out his beer. "You've been with?"

"But of course. I always try out the women first."

Then Ryan knew that the first time he heard the door 
close to the room next the one he and Pat were in, it had 
closed behind Terri and Juan. It hadn't taken Juan long 
to get Terri upstairs. Or, for that matter, it hadn't 
taken him long to finish with her.

It must have been a half hour later, the longest half 
hour of Ryan's life, when he saw a smiling black man 
bounce down the stairs. Juan approached him and asked, 
"How was she Mike?"

"Juan you lucky bastard, you've got yourself a winner. I 
had already been with Carol, you know, but Terri made me 
pop two more times. Can you believe it? I'd sure like to 
see her dance."

A few minutes later Terri glided down. Even in the dim 
light of the club Ryan could see that she was flushed. 
She had a glazed look in her eye. "Are you all right 
honey?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said in sort of a dreamy way. He wondered 
if maybe she had been drugged. She had been but not by 
narcotics, by her own hormones. She was high.

Juan hugged her and said, "My dear, many of the men would 
like you to dance. Will you do that for us?"

"Juan, I told you I'm not much of a dancer. I'm sure they 
would be disappointed."

"I don't think they would be. You are very graceful. Just 
move to the music. Let nature take its course. You may 
find it very exciting. It's only one in the morning, the 
club needs a boost. Will you please do it for me?"

"What do you think Ryan?" She asked as she turned to him.

"My God, Terri. At this place it isn't dancing. It's a 
sex show."

"That's not necessarily true," said Juan. "It all depends 
on the mood, the collective mood of the audience. No 
woman who gets on my stage has to do anything she doesn't 
want to do. Come with me," he said as he took her hand 
and walked towards the back.

Terri looked over her shoulder at Ryan, shrugged, smiled 
and disappeared into the darkness. Juan hadn't returned 
nor did Ryan see Pat again. The crowd seemed restless. 
There hadn't been a dancer in ten minutes. The traffic 
going up and down the stairs seemed to be at a lull. Then 
the MC came out and spoke in Spanish. The only word that 
Ryan understood was, "Terri."

The music began. It was louder than before. The blue 
curtains parted and Terri walked through them. She was 
wearing a floor-length, strapless silver evening gown. 
Her hair had been pinned up on top of her head. Stage 
makeup had been applied. She stood in six inch silver 
platform heels. The other dancer had danced to the stage 
lights. When Terri stepped through the curtains a bright 
spot light followed her every move.

She looked down at the audience and smiled. She wasn't 
really dancing she was sort of walking to the beat of the 
music. Then, she got into it and spun around gracefully. 
The men hooted, whistled and shouted for her to "take it 
off."

Terri, was excited. She was really excited. She wanted to 
make the men hot. She loved the time with Juan and with 
Mike but this was different. She knew that every eye was 
locked onto her body like radar on a target. The zipper 
was at the side of her gown. Deftly, she pulled it down 
to the split. She had no intention of just teasing. She 
didn't hold the bodice to her bosom for even a second she 
just let the silver dress fall to the floor. Like every 
other dancer she wore no underclothes.

Ryan was stunned, however, to see that she had been 
completely shaved. The trimmed patch of dark blonde pubic 
hair was gone. She was as bare as Pat had been. The 
whistles and cat calls stopped as the members of the 
audience, collectively, caught their breath.

Like she had seen the others do, she walked to the edge 
of the small stage. She smiled again down at the crowd, 
though she could hardly see them because the light that 
followed her was so bright, then she sat down on the 
stage with her legs under her. She waited for the 
butterflies in her stomach to calm down, sat on the edge 
of the stage and dangled her legs to the floor as she had 
seen Carol do earlier. She pulled a pin from her hair and 
it cascaded down to her shoulders, a wild mane of a 
lioness. She spread the smooth bare lips and touched her 
clitoris with the tip of her crimson fingernail. The 
touch sent shock waves through her entire body.

The crowd was hushed. No hoots, cries or whistles. No 
call for her to take it off because there wasn't anything 
left to take off. Every man seemed to be hypnotized by 
what Terri was doing with her hands. Then, she brought 
herself off. She made herself climax in front of a 
hundred men in a Mexican whorehouse. The orgasm was 
shattering. As she lay there panting, half a dozen brave 
men joined her on and in front of the stage.

Ryan was surprised to see that the man who lowered his 
head between her splayed legs was the portly policeman 
with the gold tooth who had guided them to the club hours 
earlier. He was still wearing his uniform. 

For the next hour there was near pandemonium on the 
stage. There was zero activity upstairs. No one was in an 
alcove receiving a lap dance. Most of the women stood at 
the bar. None of them were smiling. The men, however, 
were all trying to get a piece of the insatiable, 
beautiful American.

Many of them were rewarded with success. Some her mouth, 
some her pussy, many her hands and two her ass. Ryan 
couldn't believe it when a man urged her to get in the 
doggy style position, on her hands and knees, then he 
unzipped his pants, spit on his hands rubbed it over his 
erection and mounted her. Fortunately he wasn't nearly as 
endowed as Juan, Mike or himself. It was obvious to Ryan 
that she came just as intensely from the anal fucking as 
she did from the vaginal. At one point he saw that she 
had a cock in her ass, up her pussy and in her mouth. 

After the impromptu orgy, in which Terri was the star, 
she cleaned up, had something to eat and rested for a 
while. Ryan wasn't surprised though when he saw her lead 
men up the stairs. Pat's initial experience at the 
Starlight five years ago paled when compared to Terri's 
first night at the notorious club.

It was nearly five in the morning when Ryan and an 
exhausted Terri finally said their goodbyes to Juan. Juan 
faced Terri took both of her hands in his and said 
earnestly, "I hope you come back my dear. You are the 
most perfect person for this work I've ever met. The 
Starlight will never be the same again without you."

"We'll talk about it," said Terri. And, they did talk 
about it on the long drive back to the Island. But, 
that's another story.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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