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I was on vacation with my best friend Jamie in Mexico, she wanted to buy a necklace but couldn’t afford it. I could hear her haggling with the shopkeeper, but I do not speak Spanish, so I could not understand a word of it. I could see the man appraise me, and she kept pointing at me. The necklace was very pretty, and expensive. It must have been worth well over a thousand dollars. It was gold, with sapphires and diamonds. It was quite captivating.
Apparently so are the Mexicans, because at that moment, two guards grabbed Jamie and me, and promptly handcuffed us both.
We were moved out the back door and into a van. I didn’t know where I was headed, and got very nervous. The drive lasted forever, and Jamie was in tears the whole way there, she kept saying it was her fault.
They took us to a large city, probably Mexico City, where we were put in a lightless basement. I had no idea where I was, why, or for how long. After countless hours the light came on and a pretty Mexican woman was standing in front of me dressed in a very provocative teddy. She yelled something up the steps in Spanish, and gave me a glance of approval. I still had no idea what was going on.
She looked at Jamie, who is extremely attractive, and much larger breast wise. She mumbled something in Spanish, and I looked to Jamie for translation.
“She said that the men will love us” she said, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. “And that we will get used to it here, and love them too.”
I still had no real idea of what she was saying, although I vaguely understood.
She untied me, and walked me up the stairs. I was in a rather large house, and there were men dancing with scantily clad women everywhere, I was snuck upstairs in a hurry. The lady, who identified herself as Marie, put me into a bedroom and shut and locked the door.
A few women came in and introduced themselves, there was Renee, an American, Dominique, from France, and Sidney who was from England. They talked a lot about how I would like it here but didn’t actually tell me what here was. I asked when I could leave, but they avoided an answer. I was so frustrated that I started screaming,
“Where am I, why am I here, when can I go home!” I was yelling. I was frustrated and crying. I felt vulnerable because Jamie was still in the basement last I knew.
At that point Marie came in and slapped me, answering my questions in Spanish. Finally Renee explained it to me. I was in Mexico City, in a brothel in the red light district. I could go home once I had earned an equivalent of $5,000. Until then I couldn’t leave the house.
I was in total shock. How could this be? I am in a whorehouse? Why us? What did Jamie say to get this to happen? My mind was racing, and I had tuned out the three girls.
They explained that there were fifteen girls, and we had to mingle and dance with “Guests” until they took one of us to the rooms. We had to do everything they wanted, complaints meant we had to earn an extra $1,000.
We earn $50 for every guy we take to a room. That means we have to please 100 guys to leave. I was in tears. I went on vacation and became a prostitute.
They undressed me and gave me a thong twopiece bikini to wear. They did my hair, makeup, and gave me a pair of 5″ stiletto heels. I was then escorted downstairs and told to mingle.
I just got here not five hours ago and I was already soliciting my body. What did I do to deserve this?
I was in a daze. As I walked through the crowd, guys would make remarks in Spanish which were apparently lewd. Men would grab my breasts, ass, kiss me, and pull my top up over my nipples.
I must have been a sight. If my friends could only see me now! That same girl who was a 3.8 GPA student was now a whore.
The heels made my hips sway much more than I would have wanted. They also made my chest and ass stick out further. I was degraded. My lipstick shined like cum left on my lips, my hair done like a bimbo, and that damn bikini, too small to really conceal, but that thong was very annoying.
Still, I kind of liked the feeling I had. Dressed as an object more than a person, and not allowed to refuse anyone. I wondered if Jamie was feeling as I did?
A man grabbed my arm and started to dance. We danced for ten minutes maybe, to the technodance music playing, then he started to pull me by my arm towards the stairs.
“I guess this is it.” I thought, “sink or swim.”
We went up the long staircase, and the man paid Marie at the top. She laughed as she watched the man drag me into the room. He pointed to the bed, and I sat down.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down. I knew what was coming. He walked towards me, pulled down his underwear, snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.
I got on my knees, closed my eyes, and took his rather large cock in my hands. I tried not to focus on sucking him, instead thought of earning my money and getting out of there. I parted my lips and took his cock into my mouth. Careful not to let my teeth touch it. I had to be perfect, or else he might complain. He was very long, and it was hard not to gag.
I played around with his cock, sucking it hard, in deep strokes, then letting up, and just licking the tip. I was actually enjoying myself. I massaged his balls, and sucked harder. I could taste my lipstick with every thrust. He began bucking harder, ramming his cock down my throat.
I opened my eyes and looked to my side. I could see myself in a fulllength mirror. I looked so hot, on my knees, blowing this Mexican. I felt like I was in a porno or something. My thong was getting a little wet from my thoughts. I took my left hand and started to rub my nipples.
He exploded, and what felt like a gallon of hot, sticky, goo shot down my throat. I swallowed what I could, letting some run down my chin. I licked my lips, tasting the hot salty cum.
He got up, walked to the door, and left a $5 American bill on the dresser, and said “Tip.” In his heavy Spanish accent.
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