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  "Be good, my love, and we'll go out for lunch after church tomorrow."

  Nadia gathered her book and her pajamas and stuffed them in her backpack. She headed for the door, stopped, and rushed back to kiss me on the cheek. "I love you, Mama," she said, heading outside.

  She was the reason I worked so hard. I was going to save enough to send her off to a better life.

  I dressed quickly, arranging my wildly curly hair into what I hoped were sexy, long waves. I slicked on lipstick as red as my shirt and lined my eyes with heavy liner that made my eyes look enormous. I knew I looked good, and I hoped that the men Luis was bringing in had plenty of money and were willing to part with it. I knew that it was too much to hope for that they would be kind as well. I could stand anything, though, to take care of Nadia.

  "Very nice, Encantada," Luis said as I stepped inside Lupita's after my six block walk. "Your customers will be pleased, I think."

  I hated Luis more than words could express, but I couldn't afford to let my feelings show. "Gracias," I answered with a smile, before heading back to the kitchen to start preparing the bar for what I hoped would be a busy night.

  ""Wait," Luis said, as I turned away. "You won't be behind the bar tonight. Don Roberto has some guests who are thinking about increasing their business. They requested some special attention, and we have selected you and Fantasia to entertain them. You will be upstairs this evening, and you will do anything ... absolutely anything they require." He narrowed his eyes. "You understand, Encantada?"

  I hated the fucking name they'd given me when I'd started whoring for them, but I answered to it. They owned me, and we both knew it. "I understand. I'll take good care of them."

  I walked back toward the kitchen to collect a bottle of tequila and some glasses. Usually, tequila was what gringos wanted to drink, and if they desired anything else, I'd come back to fetch it for them. As I carried the liquor upstairs to the little bedroom where I'd spend the night, I thought about how I'd come to work for Luis and for Don Roberto. It was something that I didn't dwell on often. I'd never be able to know for sure if there had been some other way -- some way to avoid the trap that they'd set for me -- that had captured me so securely that I didn't expect that I'd ever be free -- at least not until I aged enough that I was no longer desirable.

  Quietly closing the door of the small bedroom, I looked around. It was clean and dimly lit by a pair of lamps on either side of the full-sized bed. I pulled back the sheets to make sure they were clean, and I checked to make sure there were plenty of condoms in the nightstand drawer. Tools of the trade. I picked up the glasses and wiped the mouth of them clean, knowing that the dishwashers in the kitchen didn't bother to make sure that every glass was spotless. Certain that the room was ready, I opened the door and walked back downstairs to find out when Luis expected the visitors.

  A few folks had filtered in off the street, mostly locals, and most of them men who worked for Don Roberto. I knew that they got steep discounts on their cerveza and tequila, and Don Roberto got the benefit of their muscle -- and their guns -- if there happened to be a problem. I was glad that I was too valuable a whore to have to sleep with the majority of the men in the bar. I was one of the top girls, and Luis saved me for the important customers ... and for himself.

  "When do you expect them?" I asked after I'd located Luis near the door.

  I heard the thunder of motorcycles echoing off the streets and buildings, all packed together, and as the noise became deafening as the motorcycles drew nearer, Luis looked at me.

  "They're here."

  Chapter 4

  Moses

  The three of us rolled up to Lupita's, and I was looking forward to a drink, a shower, and a fuck ... in that order. It had been a long ride, and the rain we'd hit just before the Mexican border meant that we weren't just dusty. We were filthy. As loud as our bikes were, I figured that Luis would hear us coming and be ready. I didn't really trust him, but I knew that as long as our interests coincided with Don Roberto's that we were safe.

  Luis stepped outside, and I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn't hear what he said over the rumble of three Harleys. I killed the engine and waited for Joker and Zeno to do the same.

  "Amigos!" Luis said, arms spread wide in welcome. "Bienvenidos. Welcome." He waved a couple of his men over toward where we'd parked. "My men will watch your bikes while you are our guests. They will be safe, I promise you."

  We'd stayed at Lupita's a few times before, and I knew we could trust that our stuff would be safe. No one in this neighborhood would dare cross Don Roberto. Even though I'd hoped for an invitation to the mythical hacienda that Don Roberto inhabited, I knew that upstairs would be a quiet, clean room, a shower, and a woman willing to satisfy my needs.

  Joker approached our host, and they hugged one another, clapping each other on the back with great gusto.

  "We're thirsty, hungry, tired, dirty, and fuckin' horny, amigo," Joker said to Luis. "Can you help us out?"

  "On all counts, my friend. You know that Don Roberto takes good care of his guests."

  We walked inside. The place was filling up, with several of the tables full and people waiting for drinks at the bar on the far side of the room. I saw several women I recognized, and I wondered if Luis had someone in particular lined up for me or if I would have my pick of the room. I turned to ask Luis when I heard a woman's deep and sensual voice behind me.

  "Hola, senor. Welcome to Lupita's."

  I turned and managed to catch myself just before my mouth fell open and made me look like a complete fuckin' idiot. Holy shit, she was gorgeous. I hoped she'd be mine for the night. She was dark-skinned, darker even than the other Mexican women I'd seen, and she wore a bright red shirt that didn't hide the skimpy black bra she wore beneath. She had full, luscious tits, and the jeans she wore didn't conceal a thing. Bright red lips and masses of dark, curly hair made her easily the most exotic woman in the place. I wanted her immediately.

  "Cat playing with your tongue, señor?" she asked with a coy smile, messing up the American idiom a bit.

  "Sorry," I said, shaking my head and hoping like hell that she was the one Luis had picked out for me. "It's been a long day, and I could use a drink."

  "It will be my pleasure to get you anything you require. Luis has instructed me that I am to take care of you for the entire evening, if you like."

  "Oh, I like," I said, letting my eyes wander over her curves. "I like very much."

  She smiled at me, and put a cold Corona in my hand. "To refresh you after your journey."

  I took the beer and drained it in no time. It made me realize that I was starving, and also that I was still filthy.

  "I need a shower, first, and then I want some dinner. Can you take care of that..." I paused. "What's your name?"

  "You may call me Encantada," she answered, with an odd little smile that didn't look entirely happy.

  "Encantada." I liked the sound of the name. "Encantada, can you take care of getting me a shower and something to eat?"

  "Of course I can. Is that all you'll require for the evening?" she asked, with a smile that told me she knew my answer.

  "We'll see," I said, letting my gaze linger on her tits. "There might be another thing or two you can do for me."

  "With pleasure. Follow me."

  She led me around the edge of the room to the staircase that led to the bedrooms. Even though I was tired and hungry, the thought of Encantada in a bedroom gave me the beginnings of a hard-on. I watched with great pleasure as she started up the steps ahead of me, realizing that I hadn't realized how magnificent her ass was until I saw it in front of me on the stairs. I was sure that her hips swung back and forth deliberately, and I started to think about skipping the shower and taking her right away. Jesus, was this señorita hot.

  Encantada got to the top of the steps and she led me down the hallway to a bedroom with an open door. I realized that I had no idea where Joker or Zeno had gone, and I hoped for their sake t
hat they had a whore as hot as mine. I stepped into the room, dropped my bag on the floor and looked around. It wasn't large, but it was comfortable, and spotless. I saw a bottle of tequila and two glasses.

  "Would you like a drink?"

  I could have listened to her forever -- her sultry voice just oozing sex.

  "Yeah," I answered, entranced by the swing of her hips as she crossed the room, poured me a drink, and handed me the glass. I took the shot glass and downed the tequila, handing it back to her. "Thanks."

  "You are welcome," she answered, with a knowing and very sexy little smile. "Would you like a shower, or would you like me to assist you in a bath?"

  I nearly groaned aloud, as I thought about Encantada's wet, soapy hands on my body.

  "Bath," I answered, figuring that I really should get cleaned up before doing anything else.

  I turned to my bag to get some clean clothes and I felt Encantada's hand on my arm.

  "Let me," she said, picking the bag up and moving it over to a chair. She bent over slightly as she unzipped the bag, and I could practically feel her ass in my hands. I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to fuck her right away. I looked at the clean bedspread and the folded down corners of the clean sheets and knew that I shouldn't mess them up, but the pressure of my erection in my jeans was becoming painful, and what was this woman here for, if not for my pleasure?

  "Stop," I said, swinging the door closed.

  She turned back to face me, and I saw her gaze drop to my obvious hard-on.

  "Oh," she said. "I see you have more pressing needs." Encantada crossed the room toward me, placed her hands on my chest, and the slid her hands to the buckle of my belt.

  I nearly held my breath as she unbuckled it, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and pulled my cock out. I saw her eyes widen as she saw the size of it, and I could feel it harden even more as I thought about ramming it inside her until she cried out in a combination of pain and ecstasy. She wrapped her hand around my cock, gently stroking it as she eased my jeans down over my hips with her other hand. She looked up at me, and I thought for a moment that she was going to kiss me -- something that would have surprised me -- but she simply smiled and knelt on the floor.

  Oh. My. God.

  She licked the head of my cock, and rather than taking me in her mouth right away, she ran her tongue all the way down the shaft and back up again. She used her hands as well, as she very slowly opened her lips and slid just the head inside. She looked up at me while she took me in her mouth, and I reached down to pull her hair back from her face. I wanted to watch. The sight of her lips stretched wide to accommodate my cock nearly made me cum right away. She began to move her head up and down the length of me, and her hand moved up to gently brush up against my balls. I could feel them tighten as she worked me, taking all of my length into her mouth, forcing the head deep into her throat. I could feel my orgasm getting closer, much quicker than I'd expected. I thrust into her, making her take even more of me into her mouth. She took it all, and as I realized that I was about to lose control, I felt the gentle, steady pressure of her finger behind my balls.

  I exploded into her mouth.

  She kept moving, milking every drop from my cock, and she pulled me out in time to let my hot cum land on her face, the creamy white a stark contrast to her dark skin. She looked up at me, my load on her face, and I could feel my cock getting stiff again as I watched her use a finger to smear the cum from her cheek to her mouth. Jesus, I didn't plan on getting a moment's sleep that night. I had big plans for Encantada.

  I pulled my jeans up and realized that not only was I filthy, but I also didn't smell so great. And I was hungry ... starving, in fact. My plans for Encantada could wait until after I'd had some dinner. She stood up, used a tissue from the nightstand to wipe her face clean, and returned to rummaging through my bag. She pulled out a clean Red Sea t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some low-rise boxer briefs.

  "This okay?" she asked, holding up the clothes.

  "Fine. Thanks," I said, as she led me out into the hallway and into a bathroom that was larger than I'd expected. In previous visits, I'd used the bathroom at the other end of the hallway, which held a toilet, sink, and a shower. This one contained a huge, claw-foot tub.

  Encantada lit a few candles and turned out the lights before turning on the water and turning to face me. She led me to a chair and sat me down, before bending to unlace and remove my boots and socks. I stood up, and she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans again and held them while I stepped out of them. I had to admit that I was enjoying being waited on hand and foot. The tub filled quickly, and she tested the water temperature before pouring some scented oil into the water. I was glad that it didn't smell like a hooker.

  Taking my hand, she led me to the tub and waited while I stepped in and sat down. The water was just shy of too hot, and it felt amazing on my road-tired muscles. Encantada took a sea sponge and scrubbed me from head to toe, taking her time and using just the right amount of pressure. She lingered over my chest, and I thought I caught just a hint of interest in her eyes. I knew she was a whore, and I was gonna fuck her whether she enjoyed it or not, but I smiled to myself as I realized that it would be a lot more fun if she did enjoy it. I had a flash of a mental picture -- Encantada on top of me, riding me with her head thrown back in genuine ecstasy as she had a real -- rather than a fake -- orgasm. I decided that I might try to see if I could get her turned on for real.

  Encantada left the room so that I could dress and she could arrange for some dinner. When I opened the bathroom door -- feeling like a new man -- she was waiting outside the door. She led me further down the hallway, away from my bedroom, and into a small dining room. Joker sat at the large table in the center, cigarette lit, beer half-empty, and whore on his lap. I took one of the empty chairs and sat down, my mouth watering at the sight of the food on the table. There was fresh guacamole, chips, enchiladas, rice, and black beans -- simple Mexican fare that looked amazing.

  "Where's Zeno?" I asked as I filled a plate from the big dishes in the center of the table.

  "My guess is he's balls-deep in his whore," Joker said, yanking the woman's shirt down to expose her breast.

  I looked away, not because I was offended, but because I was hungry. "Good for him," I said, before taking my first bite of one of the best meals of my life. I think the fact that I was starving made everything taste better. After I'd shoveled in half of my plate, I realized that Encantada was still standing just inside the door, clearly waiting for my next request. "Why don't you sit down?" I said, before turning and introducing her to Joker.

  "You get tired of Moses, there, you just come on down the hall to my room, and I'll take care of you," he said, sliding his hand beneath the skirt of the woman who still covered his lap.

  Encantada simply smiled and sat down in the chair next to mine. I watched her, and I realized that her smile was simply an act. I remembered the tiny hint of desire I'd seen in her eyes as she'd bathed me, and I wanted to see more. I wondered for a second what it would be like to go to bed with Encantada as a lover, rather than as a customer.

  "Encantada has been a gracious host," I said to Joker. "I don't believe I'll be sending her away." I wasn't sure, but I thought I might have seen a hint of relief in her expression.

  Zeno finally showed up by the time I was filling my plate for a second time.

  "There you are," he said. "Everyone disappeared, and I got sidetracked by Fantasia and Nadia."

  "What the fuck?" Joker cried. "You got yourself a pair of whores. Motherfucker!"

  Zeno sat down and poured himself a shot of tequila. "Some of us need a little more to satisfy us. Fantasia was very ... accommodating."

  I shook my head. Zeno really relaxed and enjoyed himself in Mexico, and I liked to see it. He was so quiet back home that I frequently wondered what the hell was going on in his head, but never when we were south of the border. He had drinking and fucking on his mind, and he did both with great dedication.

/>   I considered a third helping of dinner, but I realized that as my stomach started to feel full, that I had far more pressing issues on my mind. I wanted to see Encantada naked, and I wanted to make her cum, repeatedly. I pushed back from the table and reached for the tequila bottle. Encantada anticipated my desire and picked up the bottle, filling the shot glass in front of me.

  "Is there anything else you would like to eat or drink?" she asked, her sexy voice making me wonder if she would cry out when she climaxed.

  "Just you, beautiful Encantada," I said, deciding that if I wanted her to cum that perhaps I should stop treating her like a whore.

  She looked at me and couldn't quite conceal her surprise at my sincere compliment. "Whatever you wish," she answered, resorting to the lines Luis would have given her.

  I wanted more from her, though, and I was determined to break through the facade that she created for her customers. I wasn't sure how I'd do it, but I was going to try.

  Joker had finish eating as well, and he smacked his whore on the ass as he sent her to get him another cold beer. She giggled and seemed to be having a good time, but who could really tell?

  "Moses, you make sure you get some sleep tonight, my boy. We have business to do tomorrow with Luis. He told me that Don Roberto is coming to meet with us and has a special proposition." Joker lit another cigarette. "I want you and Zeno to at least be conscious so that we can decide for the MC whether we want to take on whatever it is."

  I was intrigued. "Did he say what the proposition was?"

  "Nah. Don Roberto wants to present it personally. Whatever it is, I bet it's something we can make a lot of money from."

  I was apprehensive. I knew that much of Don Roberto's empire was built on selling cocaine to the U.S., and while I didn't give a shit about the junkies who'd line up to buy the stuff, I did worry about the visibility we'd have if we started bringing in huge quantities of seriously high-dollar coke. We had more money than we could spend rolling in from the meth, and I didn't see the point of taking a chance for money we didn't need. Tonight wasn't the night to get into it, though, and I decided that the discussion could wait until morning. I looked over at Encantada. Or maybe it could wait until the afternoon.