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.