Mexican Stripper Duo

You and your friend Steve were strolling downtown San Diego at night, bored out of your mind. It was past 3 AM and clubs were closed, but you didn't want to go back home yet, so you were searching for a place that was still opened and still served alcohol. You had quite a buzz going but Steve, on the other hand, was completely hammered, swaying as he walked and talking so loudly, he could be heard from across the street.

“Hey Karl! Check it out, there is a whore right there! Think we should ask her to join us?”

Looking where he was pointing you noticed who he was talking about. The woman was Hispanic looking, and did fit the Lady of the Night type, with a skirt so short that it would surely reveal everything underneath as soon as she bent down, heels that were clearly not made for walking, and a smoking cigarette in hand. She had obviously heard Steve talk, because he was so loud, and was now looking at the both of you.

“Fuck no Steve, I’d rather not, who knows what kind of disease she has, and I don’t want to be seen with the likes of her.”

The hooker seemed offended by that, clearly getting angry, even though you weren’t sure how exactly she had heard, as you were still a good distance away, and you weren’t loud like your friend. But Steve couldn’t help but push the issue, inebriated like he was.

“Yeah, you’re right! Fuck her, we don’t want any of that skanky Mexican whore pussy! Go back to your country you filthy immigrant whore! This is America, we don’t want the likes of you here! Go sell your ass back in your dump of a country!”

Now she seemed really angry, and was walking towards you with her heels clacking on the pavement.

“Oh yeah?? Well maybe it’s you two who should go back to Mexico and sell your body there, see how much you like it!”

And with a snap of her fingers your fate was sealed forever. You were no longer prowling the streets of San Diego. Instead, you were in a loud night club in Tijuana, on a brightly lit stage with a pole in the center. You recognized this as a stripper pole, but where was the stripper? You looked around, trying to find her when you noticed long dark hair swirling around your field of view. You started to comprehend what was happening, and tried to run off stage, but a loud tempo beat started playing, and you felt a smile spread on your face, as your body started swaying in rhythm, your new breasts jiggling and your large ass bouncing to the beat. You were the stripper, and you couldn’t help but act like her! At the end of the song, you were left wearing only your black leather stripper boots, presenting your naked body to the crowd. A large American man wearing glasses came up on stage.

“1000 pesos to fuck you and your slut friend right here on stage.”

He spoke in English, but you had a hard time understanding him. Looks like Spanish was your first language now. You desperately wanted to refuse, but looking at the money you couldn’t help but smile. You instructed him to lay down on the floor in Spanish, which he seemed to understand, and complied. Meanwhile you noticed your coworker Sofia walking up to him, lowering herself on his face, presenting her pussy to him. Wait, her name wasn’t Sofia... was it? You had trouble focusing, as your body pulled the man’s pants down, freeing his large erect cock before putting a condom on it. You might be a working girl, but you sure didn’t want to catch anything! Wait, where did that thought come from? You crouched over him, sliding your wet Mexican pussy over his dick, a feeling that was at once strange, but also oddly familiar, like you had done this hundreds of other times. Sofia was now facing you, smiling contently and adjusting her glasses.

“Holy shit Camila! This is totally the best job ever! I never want to do anything else than stripping and fucking!”

You looked at her with a smile, even as you tried regaining control and protesting, you couldn’t help but respond in Spanish

“You are so totally right! Here’s to being this country’s best Strippers and Whores!”

With that you kissed her while riding the man beneath you, an act that you would be doing a lot from now on, as a Mexican Prostitute back in San Diego laughed to herself silently in the night.