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Juarez
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From : Shotgun 22 Apr 95
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If Betsy isn't willing then Carmelita and Amelia are. They are waiting for
you in Juarez.
Amelia Maria Gonzales sat up in her bed, rubbed her eyes and looked at the
clock on the dresser. Almost 6:00 PM. Time to get up and go to work. She
crawled out of the old four-poster bed and went into the bathroom, which
consisted of a shower only because the commode and sink were both broken.
Squatting over the shower drain, she relieved herself. It felt good. She
remembered the "gringo" who had approached her last night, asking her to pee
for him. "No way", she had said. But after he left she had had second
thoughts. Something different, she thought. And I COULD use the money. She
turned on the shower and soaped herself down with the cold water. She rinsed
herself quickly and dried her body with an old towel. She opened the dresser
drawer and selected a new pair of sexy panties. She decided not to wear a bra
tonight. She moved to the closet and pulled out a red dress with sequins.
It fit her curves good. It was slit up the side clear to her thigh.
She stepped into the matching high-heeled shoes by the bed. "Maybe he will
be there tonight", she thought. She sprayed on a generous amount of perfume
and examined her hair in the broken dresser mirror. She brushed it up all
around and applied the perfumed hair spray. "Que bueno", she thought. She
looked at the clock again. Almost 7:30. She grabbed her purse and opened
the door. She looked out at the dusty dirt street. She saw a light on
accross the way. She closed the door and crossed the street. She knocked on
the door and shouted "Carmelita, ya vamonos". A second later, the door opened
and another girl about her own age joined her. Carmelita was a little taller
but just as pretty as Amelia. She was dressed in a mini-skirt and blouse.
her skirt was just 2 inches below her panties. "Vamonos", she said. They
walked 3 blocks down the dirt street until they reached the paved main street.
They turned the corner and kept on walking. Ahead they could see the lights
of the "zona" Other girls were arriving also. Amelia and Carmelita went into
one of the joints that lined both sides of the street. Behind each joint,
there were rooms. The bouncer gave Carmelita and Amelia each a key. "Damn"
said Amelia, looking at the key number. "Number 13 again, bad luck". But
maybe not, she thought. There were a few gringos in the club. She looked
around, then she saw him. In spite of her occupation, she felt herself
lubricate when she saw him. He was tall and blonde with blue eyes. She
walked over to the table where he was sitting. "Remember me?", she asked.
"Oh yeah", he said and pointed to a chair. She sat down at the table
and rubbed his leg with her hand. "Did you decide to pee for me tonight?",
he asked. "I think about it", she said. "You buy me drink?" The gringo
ordered drinks for both and then pulled her closer to him. She closed her
eyes and allowed him to kiss her. He rubbed her breasts through the dress.
She sipped the drink and thought about what he had asked her to do. He
ordered more drinks and the booze was beginning to get to her a little. She
felt the need to pee. "OK, lets go", she said. "Go where?", he asked. "You
say you wanna me pee", she said. "All right!!" he said. "Lets go to your
room". She flashed a sign to the bouncer and led him to the back door. He
followed her up the stairs to room number 13. She opened the door and he
followed her inside. She closed the door and locked it. "Now what you wanna
do?", she asked. In answer, he gathered up some newspapers and spread them
on the floor. Then he stepped out of his jeans and shorts and shirt. His
huge dick was at attention. He lay back on the newspapers and pointed to
the head of his dick. "I want you to pee here", he said. Amelia reached
around behind her and slipped down the zipper to her dress. She stepped out
of her shoes and then stepped out of the dress. He feasted his eyes on her
bare breasts. She stepped out of her panties. Then she approached him. She
squatted over him. He placed his hands on her hips. She closed her eyes and
let it go. The pee poured out of her. He steadied her hips with his hands
and directed her stream onto his dick. She relaxed and let it keep flowing.
She heard him sigh, "that's what I wanted". Soon, her flow subsided and she
finished. She started to get up, but he held her. he quickly moved down
until he could touch the lips of her cunt with his piss-soaked dick. She
smiled and adjusted her position and allowed his dick to slip into her cunt.
She clamped and released her muscles rythmically, and he soon exploded inside
her. She gave his dick one more squeeze, then stood up. His dick slipped
out of her with a wet sound. She brought the pan of water and cleaned him up.
Then she rummaged in the dresser drawer and found a douche bag. Filling it
with water, she inserted it into her cunt and squeezed the bag. By the time
she finished, he was dressed. As she was stepping into the red dress, she
watched him lay five twenty-dollar bills on the dresser.
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