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 coverup. 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.