I met her in a sleazy bar in Juarez. God, the place was a dive, one of those places you only go when you’re on a major drunk-out with your posse and aren’t going to feel satisfied until you’ve hit all the seedy little back street joints that promise the hottest action and the greatest danger. The place reminded me of a 30-year old grindhouse, with the stained red velvet carpet and the dimly lit colonial style lamps above the tables along the walls. You had to be drunk to go inside in the first place, because you knew it was going to be bad energy on top of bad energy. Bolstered by excess of alcohol, you walk on in like you’re Wilder and Pryor. Mostly you’re doing it to check out the whores. Plus you know that a couple more drinks and you’re not going to get it up anyway, so there was a feeling of ‘now or never’ as we came through the door.
We caught a couple of gringo slurs from a low life or two, but on the whole it wasn’t nearly as rank as I had expected. And we had scarcely scanned the room when I saw her. My boys knew it right away too, because I’m into much bigger chicks than they are. Not that they don’t like some bodacious booty, but me, I like ‘em packing some serious meat. She honed in on me right away too, smelling perhaps a decent little payday from the way my eyes must have lit up. I ordered us drinks and spoke to her in my best broken Spanish. She got a kick out of my efforts and for my part, I found her throaty and quite genuine laughter to be an instant turn-on. She wasn’t huge, but she was definitely a plumper, probably 5’ 7” and around 195 lbs. She wore an ungodly short, tight black dress and a pair of skyscraper acrylic slip-on heels. Divine. Her legs were thick, shapely, and powerful, her ass big and bad, and her torso was solid but soft. Best of all, she smelled like a million bucks. Her perfume and whatever botanical extracted whatever-it-was flowed into my brain like some fantasy garden bouquet in the midst of this god-forsaken little cross-town landfill.
Her name was Soledad, which I always thought was a beautiful name, but took too much effort to pronounce properly. I asked her if I could just call her ‘Sol’ for short. She said that ‘Sol,’ because it was Spanish for ‘sun,’ wasn’t appropriate. She was dark, she said.
-My hair is dark, my clothes are dark, I work nights, and my life is dark. My name should belong to the night. Instead of ‘Sol,’ call me ‘Luna,’ instead. For ‘Moon.’
-Ah, I protested, but in English, ‘Sol’ is spelled S-O-U-L and would translate back into Spanish as ‘Alma.’ Wouldn’t you rather be Alma than Luna?
She eyed me curiously, with a sudden change of expression that was as sinister as it was breathtakingly beautiful.
-OK, muchacho. You can call me ‘Alma,’ but it will cost you an extra $20.00.
-That’s pretty steep, I said. It’s only a name.
She beamed celestially.
-You don’t think I’m worth it?
I looked her over again as she raised one leg up to a 45 degree angle, planting her foot against the bar behind her. Her expression was pure predator.
-Yeah, I said, I’ll bet you are worth it. But I’m just a poor American boy who believes in watching his step. So, let’s stick with Luna. And that was it. It was Luna from then on.
My bros were all over the place by now. One was already gone with one of the girls, and the other two were working swiftly in that direction. I was having a perfectly wonderful time just hanging out and drinking, but of course, if Luna was going to hang out it was going to be with her meter running. Which was fine with me, as I just happen to be the type that finds all this sexual innuendo and flirtation to be a big part of the overall experience. I told Luna to relax.
-You’re on the clock, I said. Now, let’s have another drink.
We had bourbon and beer together, and I really liked the way the girl drank. Real classy, with the cigarettes and the whole glamorous vibe. On the retro side, to be sure. We smoked and drank and talked for maybe another hour before she really started getting to me. Sensing my mood perfectly, she took my hand and led me up the dilapidated stairway.
-We get the good room tonight, she said, opening the door.
Actually, it wasn’t so bad. Smelly, for sure, with the stale residue of its own history. Who could number the legions of anxious, sex-starved bodies, the sheer tonnage of perspiring flesh that might have found refuge and solace in this room? Food for thought. There was a double bed, nicely made with a floral duvet, a chest of drawers, a small table and two small upholstered chairs. A carved,
hand-painted crucifix hung above the head of the bed.
-He ever let you down? I asked, checking out the crucifix.
-Shit, Muchacho, she laughed, I don’t need his ass to take care of me. I take care of myself.
She took a spray-bottle of perfume from the chest of drawers, and sprayed it a few times around the room. Then, catlike, she shed her skirt in seconds and stood before me in a thong pantie bottom, her tight black top, and those powerhouse high heels.
-Sit down, she said, pointing to one of the chairs, and tell Mama what you want.
I couldn’t believe her body. I mean, I thought I had pretty much foreseen how she’d look naked, seeing as that black skirt was already obscenely short, but I was totally unprepared for how fabulous she looked once she removed it. Her big, bouncing ass was phenomenal! And it segued into her plump, delicious legs so seamlessly and perfectly…God, she was a work of art. I recoiled slightly, in shock at how pudgy and hot this woman really was. In fact, I was rendered nearly speechless.
-You like the big girls, no? she laughed. Mmmm, we’re going to get along just fine. So, how much you want to spend?
The concept of money had just lost all meaning for me. All I could think about was how unreal that body was.
-I don’t know, I stammered. How about I pay as we go?
-No chance. You already got an hour downstairs. You owe me $20.00 for that. So, give me $40.00 to keep going or the $20.00 and we call it a night.
I reached into my pocket, my eyes fixed on Luna’s legs and ass. Then, forcing my gaze away from her, I flipped through my small bankroll, now crippled from the evening’s expenditures. There were six 20’s and a few smaller bills, maybe $130-$140 total. I peeled off three 20’s and handed them to her.
-Here’s $60.00. What’ll that get me?
Luna took the money and walked over to the chest of drawers, her ungodly body swirling and twisting indescribably as she moved. She placed the money in a jewelry box and walked back toward me. Her movements alone were worth more than I’d paid. I was getting seriously hard just looking at her, and inwardly my desire for her was over-the-edge. She stood directly in front of me, flashing those amazing, fat thighs in my face.
-I know what you want, little man, she said. You don’t have to say anything more. You just let Mama do her thing.
With those fateful words, everything changed. Luna changed, I changed, my life changed. She changed the way the people change in horror movies, instantly switching from sympathetic to terrifying. She had certainly exuded nothing if not confidence thus far in our encounter, but that confidence morphed now into a completely alternate and distinct personality, something wicked, dark, satanic. Her entire demeanor took on the characteristics of a witch; an imperious, callous, exceedingly gorgeous witch. She sat down slowly, sensually in the chair and crossed her big legs with consummate artistry. My heart skipped and my cock launched into major-league throb-mode. She stared me down and dangled that acrylic heel seductively off of her deliciously curled toes.
-Look at my legs, she said sternly.
I already was, in a big way. A cold shiver shot through my entire being, causing me to shudder noticeably. Luna whispered a little throaty, knowing laugh.
-Look at them closer, puerco, she said. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here like the pig that you are.
I felt so strange; so excited and yet anxious and agitated at the same time. I know that sounds like a normal feeling under the circumstances, but the anxiety and agitation were different. They didn’t feel like the normal kind of jitters one often gets in the throes of intense sexual stimulation. It was dark, as if something terrible was in the air. I crawled obediently to her and stared at the killing flesh of those legs, which began to bring tears to my eyes. I had never been so completely possessed, so quickly, by a woman’s body in my life.
-Keep looking, she said, and keep your mouth shut. I don’t want to hear a fucking peep out of you. You got that?
I nodded. Luna began to shift slightly in her seat, adjusting those fine legs a little this way, and a little that way, and with each slight movement as I sat directly next to her, it was all I could do to keep from howling like a rabid dog. God, she was Hot! I immediately felt sure there was no way I was going to remain mute in the face of her spectacular leg show.
Then, with her legs still crossed so fucking alluringly, she reached down with her elegant, long-nailed finger and pointed to a spot just above the knee on the supporting leg.
-Closer, pig! She demanded softly. Put your nose up to me, but don’t touch, and don’t smell. Just look.
I moved my nose to within an inch of her glorious leg. It was as if the whole world disappeared. There was only this one, incomparably delicious offering of divine, feminine flesh and me. That was the world, the universe. I couldn’t believe what a supreme test of will it was for me to simply remain still there, focused on her leg without breaking. Actually, it was sheer torture. Again she would move slightly and the impossible rippling of her body fat would bring me to the very edge of collapsing into hysteria. Next she pointed to a spot higher up, in the middle area of her inner thigh where it started to flare toward its largest expanse.
-Here, she said softly. Just look.
I followed her finger with my nose. At this stopping point her thigh-flesh was so thick and luscious that she had barely pulled her finger away when I started to tremble badly, my mind now at war with itself fighting every impulse toward the natural reaction of screaming or crying, but also all the more turned on by this immaculate and uncompromising control Luna had so instantaneously manifested over me. Glaring at that exquisite body fat—and here the crossing leg also met with the supporting leg so that her other thigh came slightly into view to threaten me, as it were, from the side—I was so helpless, so subjugated, so nearly mad with desire that I could literally feel the sound moving from my chest toward my vocal chords. And again, it wasn’t just the visual aspect that was so overpowering. It was also the intoxicating fragrance of her skin, her delicate perfume, and, this close now, the faint mix of her cunt’s heated aroma, all of which blended into the most heavenly bouquet I had ever experienced. I was inflamed with desire.
-Be still, she said calmly as she watched me starting to shake even harder.
Her voice was so soft now, so calculating, so authoritative. I continued to shake, calling upon every ounce of reserve to keep from crying. As if sensing my breaking point, she shifted ever so slightly in the chair, and set a wave of little flesh quivers in motion. That was it.
I held back the vast majority of the outburst that was pressing up from my throat toward my gaping mouth, but somehow a whimper managed to get through. It was only a slight one, but Luna heard it.
-Tsk, tsk, tsk. She clicked her tongue and shook her head. That’s a shame. Back up, puerco. But stay down on your hands and knees.
She stood up from the chair and began to walk around the room, snaking sensually to and fro like a giant panther circling its prey. Watching her surreal body in motion was killing me She lit a cigarette and opened the top drawer of the bureau, pulling out a bottle of bourbon. . Then she looked down at me, steely-eyed, and told me to take off my clothes.
-Don’t get up, she said. Just take them off right there. And keep looking at me while you do it.
I remember thinking how evil her beautiful eyes looked at that moment. She took a couple of big hits from the bottle, and a deep, sexy drag off the cigarette. The way she hit a cigarette was to die for. I watched her, intoxicated, as she shifted her divine weight back and forth from one gorgeous leg to another, taking a couple more shots from the bottle, and finishing her cigarette. By then, I sat before her completely nude, trembling worse than ever, my cock overflowing with streams of pre-cum. Luna came closer.
-What’s that? She smiled.
Now keep in mind that at this point I am in an uncharted interior state. Yes, I’ve always loved big, dominant girls, and yes, I’ve played the submissive’s role many times. But I had never had this kind of anxious, unsettling feeling—this primal FEAR—that a woman was literally taking possession of my soul. That’s what I was feeling now, along with more than a little embarrassment, as she asked the question. Finding some small stash of most welcome inner reserve, I answered,
-It’s for you.
-Ah, for me. Mmmm. And what if I don’t want it?
She eyeballed me, serious as cancer, and I was at a total loss. I just sort of shook my head in confusion.
-There will be plenty more of that, she said. You can clean it all up later. Right now, I want you to take your pants, reach into your pocket and give me the rest of your money.
-My money? I thought—“
-I know. Give it to me right now.
Her voice remained so low-key and soft. She knew I was completely under her spell and she was oh-so-right. Knowing that I was being completely irrational, and having no idea what to even really expect from this enigmatic powerhouse of a woman, I reached for my pants, took the last of my cash out of the pocket, and handed it up toward her.
-In your mouth, she said, like a cash machine.
I placed the bills longways in my mouth and she swung her mighty hips around toward my face lifting up the side string of her thong bottom. I placed the money underneath it, stripper-style, and she let the string snap back. Being this close to her beautiful ass caused me to whine slightly again. She made those same clicking noises with her tongue.
-Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Smiling to herself, she then turned her back to me, flaunting her incomparable ass in my face. She took a couple of wicked steps in place to make everything shake. Un-handle-able.
-Careful, she said, you’re a man under orders.
I summoned every last fiber of willpower that was in me, but she was much too much. That ass and those remarkable, thick thighs broke me. I didn’t cry out, but rather began sobbing, quietly at first, and then progressively louder. Luna began to laugh softly, strangely, almost demonically.
She continued to taunt me for a while longer, jiggling her ass and legs, and causing my crying to erupt into serious hysteria. I had never even touched her, and I was reduced to a lump of mush; mind gone, no real clue what was happening to me as I became one with the bizarre moment.
-Smell my ass, she said. As close as you can, but don’t touch.
I placed my nose between her powerful ass cheeks and sniffed. Her full-throttle attack. The end for me. Her fat body, the mind-fucker scents of her ass and pussy, and that soft fragrance of her flesh itself combined to trigger a massive psychic explosion. Reality gave way altogether and I plunged down into some unknown realm where desire and terror merge into madness. Unable any longer to sit up, I slumped over on my side in the throes of some kind of seizure brought on by the sensory overload. It was as if my whole soul was some sort of dreamscape volcano, every emotion, both known and unknown, reaching unimaginable, climactic temperatures and raging with infinite force toward the surface. It began to feel like some strange form of orgasm, except that the explosion was inward rather than outward. (Actually I discovered later that it had been outward as well. Luna made me lap it all up with my tongue and swallow it.)
As I lay there convulsing, my perceptions were undergoing radical shifts. I had the realization that wherever I was going it was going to be good once I got past the terrifying moments of transition that would take me there. I saw Luna’s body standing over me in judgment, gorgeous, powerful, severe—like some sort of demoness; but all around her I beheld what appeared to be the universal energy itself, showing itself as it really was through this radical shift. Indeed, I saw the whole universe shimmering with unimaginably bright waves of different energies, all complementing each other, and all manifested in extraordinary combinations of intense, blinding color. Maybe this is death, I thought. If it is, I would recommend it to anyone. Of course, it wasn’t the experience of death, per se, but in a way it was because it was the experience of eternity, of absolute transcendence. It was an awakening, an enlightenment, a transformational mystical experience that changed my life profoundly. Through Luna, the magical, mystical, $20.00 hooker in Juarez.
When I returned to normal ‘reality,’ Luna was sitting there, still wearing her underwear and her high heels, her gorgeous legs crossed seductively.
-Well, Muchacho, you got what you came for. And you got it for cheap.
She was fanning through the bills I had given her.
-All you got here is $135.00. It doesn’t seem right. I change your whole life, and all I get is $135.00.
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what had actually happened without having some time to reflect.
-You’re unbelievable, I said. What did you do to me?
-You know what I did. It’s what you’ve been waiting for your whole life. It’s just sex. The best sex you ever had, that’s all.
-But we didn’t have sex, did we?
Call it what you want. You went places, saw things.
-But you never touched me.
-The one thing you should know now is that sex doesn’t necessarily mean intercourse. It’s personal. Look, stop trying to analyze it. It was nothing. All I did was to open the doors. You’re the one who had to walk through. Still, a man will usually go his whole life without having this door opened for him. The question is, how much is it really worth to you?
I was so out of my element, which was strange because she was exactly right. This WAS what I had been waiting for my whole life, and yet it all seemed so unfamiliar, like it wasn’t supposed to happen here, in this way.
-I don’t know, I said. If I had more, I would give it to you.
-How much more?
-I don’t know. I’m not sure what you’re driving at.
That sinister look returned to her eyes. She kicked her crossed leg up and down, smiling coyly. That dark, sinister expression rose up in her face again.
-I’ve given you everything, she said. Don’t you think that ‘turnabout is fair play?’
-Sure, but what more can I give you?
Luna broke out into a frightening, mephistophelean burst of laughter.
-Can’t you guess, you fucking simpleton? You’ll give me your life, and by extension, your soul!
-My life??
-Of course. Did you really think you’d be going home with your friends this morning? Guess again, Muchacho. You’re mine, Ese. You’re staying here…Forever!
Well, I don’t know how long I’ve been here in Juarez now, living in an upstairs supply room, and devoting myself to being Luna’s dutiful slave, but I can’t say I regret it. Luna is good to me. When she has finished fucking her Johns, she almost always flashes her ass and legs for me, which sends me into frenzied states of sexual ecstasy, the likes of which I have never known before. Her magic never wanes. I take care of everything for her. I wash, clean, cook, and run errands. I bathe her, I keep whatever room she’s turning tricks in immaculate, and I never fail to pray to her incomprehensible ass, every time she presents it to me. In all the time I’ve been here, she’s never let me touch her. But I keep hoping that someday, when I’ve proved myself, proved that I’m an infallible servant and perfect guardian of her affairs, that she may allow me to kiss her ass or her thighs. I never thought I’d spend my whole life as the servant of a call girl in Juarez, Mexico. But then again, I never thought that such a girl would show me God.
