For a brief instant, the light blinded Renee, and then she lost interest in Fran and her Latin Romeo.
Standing in the center of the stage area was a swarthy skinned Mexican wearing a sombrero and hip-high riding boots, and nothing else. Dangling between his legs was the longest penis Renee had ever seen. She couldn't help gasping as she realized it almost reached the man's knee.
When he was sure he had everyone's attention, the Mexican raised his hands and said, "Amigas y amigos, we are about to begin the show for your edification. I wan' to tell you what it is the ladies like." His hand had crept down to his thigh and he was slowly massaging his massive cock.
Starting in the back of the room and spreading toward the front, a low snicker welled from the audience.
A pained expression showed on the Mexican's face and he waggled his hands negatively. "No, no, no. It is not what you are thinking. No! It is that the ladies they like the well-dressed man. Like me!" With his free hand he indicated his sombrero and boots.
The audience laughed, Renee hardly noticed. She wasn't able to take her eyes off that huge prick and his slowly moving hand. It was still limp. But even while she watched, she could see the blood surging into it, swelling the purplish head and giving his long prick a slight bow.
"No!" the Mexican continued. "I am just joking you. No. It is really the music the ladies like. Look, I show you. I play my flute and like a snake they come."
Through his half-closed tipsy the Mexican hummed a strange, nerve-tingling tune. His hands began to strain and tear at his dangling cock. Slowly, it filled, swelled, rose up. The foreskin pulled back from the enlarged glans, exposing it to the hot lights. It was a dark, shiny purple.
The humming became more and more intense and the audience leaned forward. Renee felt a tightening between her thighs. An aching hunger. She didn't want to feel it. But she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't take her eyes off those moving hands.
She almost sobbed out loud. She didn't want to look. It was the same as it had been earlier when she watched the movies. Her hips started sliding back and forth on the couch.
The humming stopped. Looking around the room, seeming to look directly into Renee's eyes, the Mexican said, "Aha! You thought something was going to happen, didn't you?"
A sailor gave a wolf whistle.
The Mexican wagged his finger at him. "No sweetie. Later!" He frowned and began rubbing his prick again. "This time, I play a different tune." Only he began humming the same tune as before.
Within seconds three women were on the stage, rubbing against him. They were completely naked and they straddled his thighs, rubbing their vaginas against his leg, pressing their hard nipples against his arms and his chest.
He let go of his cock, now fully erect, and began to stroke a different woman with each hand. On his right was a tall, bleached blonde. He grabbed her tit in his fist and crushed it. She squealed and jerked against him. And then she was moaning and crying as he rhythmically milked the soft globe.
His other hand stroked the slender back and buttocks of a shorter, younger girl. He jiggled the firm cheeks of her butt. His fingers probed at the juncture of her thighs.
He whispered something and she put her hands on his shoulder, leaning against him and spreading her legs wide.
While Renee watched, shocked, the Mexican's fingers burrowed into the heavy hair of the girl's crotch and forced the pink lips apart. Then his thick fingers were slowly working their way into her, disappearing from sight.
The girl groaned and gasped. She twitched her hips, but the fingers kept moving inwards. Even when she cried out, they didn't stop.
Renee wanted to stop watching. Weren't they ever going to stop? Would they go on until the whole hand followed? Her own vagina was on fire and wet with her own juices.
The third woman had been standing a little apart from the trio. Now she moved forward. Slowly, she sank to her knees in front of the man and grasped his pulsing rod in her fist. Licking the head, she worked her way back to his hairy balls where she clung for long minutes sucking them until they gleamed. She transferred her lips to the bulging head of his cock. At the same time, her fingers began to beat up and down his rigid penis.
Groaning, the Mexican began to flail his own hips back and forth, driving his cock into her sucking mouth. His own hands dug into one girl's cunt while the other strained against his squeezing hand that was leaving red marks on her breast.
His eyes crossed as he stared glazedly across the room, and then the girl was sucking noisily on his penis and Renee saw dribbles of white cream spurting from between her lips as she tried to swallow faster.
Letting go of the other two, he grabbed her head and shoved her away so she fell over backwards and lay sprawled on the cold floor, her legs spread and her knees up in the air.
Looking down at her, he rested the pointed tip of his boot against her exposed crack and began to dig in it, working it around against her vagina.
Renee gasped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The girl just lay on her back while it was happening.
Watching was doing something to Renee. Something she wanted to stop. A warm glow was spreading through her body from her own slit. And she wanted it to stop. It was dirty. It shouldn't affect her that way. But it did and she practically held her breath as she watched.
The girl groaned and spread her legs wider, beckoning the man to dig deeper into her. The pale white of the insides of her thighs stood out in sharp contrast to the blackness of her assailant's boot.
The pointed tip of the boot was actually going in. Renee could see the point disappearing between the blood-filled lips of the girl's crack, spreading them painfully.
Throughout the room there was a deathly stillness as every ear strained to hear the girl's moans which had grown louder and louder. She was humping her hips now. Throwing them clear off the ground against the grinding boot toe.
Then the toe wasn't grinding. It was swinging an inch to ram the delicate swat. Then two inches. The girl groaned, cried out. She drove her hips to meet the lashing foot.
She was screaming as the Mexican took his foot back and slammed it again and again into her open crotch.
Saliva ran from the girl's mouth. She was crying and wailing endlessly and heaving her ass off the ground to drive it against the battering foot. Each time she quivered and writhed as it connected. Then she was twisting and screaming and writhing with her legs wrapped around the Mexican's legs as her hips and butt pounded a last, desperate tempo on the floor.
When her orgasm passed, she sprawled back on the floor moaning softly and holding her crotch with her hands while she took deep, shuddering breaths.
Renee looked toward Fran. She wanted to say, let's get out of here. Let's go back to Eureka. But Fran sat hunched forward, her eyes glazed, staring at the spectacle in the center of the room.
The Mexican had caught his breath and he snapped his fingers, bringing his audience out of its unconscious trance. "Intermission," he said.
Moving through the thick tangle of chairs were the whores that regularly worked in the place. They were without a stitch of clothes and were serving drinks and collecting money and goosing in about equal quantities.
One of the women edged past Renee carrying a tray loaded with glasses and bottles of beer. Renee couldn't help seeing that the whore's pendulous breasts rested on the glasses, that her swaying, bouncing nipples actually dipped into the chilled drinks.
Suddenly her own breasts felt chilled. Her tits hurt from being squeezed by her bra. The nipples were raw. Every breath was an agony as it moved the material against her.
Alex turned toward her. His arm accidentally brushed against her tit and she had to grit her teeth to keep from screaming out loud.
"Do you want a drink?"
"No!"
"Are you sure? You look like you need one." Alex's voice was concerned, solicitous. Renee felt foolish. She felt like crawling into his arms and sobbing like a baby. But she couldn't do it. What for? Nobody had even touched her. If she had any problems, they were all in her imagination.
"You're sure?" Alex sounded more concerned.
"Yes… no." Renee shook her head. "I don't know. Yes. Get me a beer, will you."
"Of course." Alex waved to a waitress. "Dos cervezas," he said.
"In the bottle, please, Alex." Renee shuddered at the thought of the waitress bringing her a glass with her nipple dangling in it.
Alex nodded, added a phrase and turned back to Renee. "It would be better if you went home, you know. This is no place for you."
"I know. But…" Renee looked across Alex at Fran. Her Mexican Casanova was gone for the moment. But her schoolteacher friend's ecstasy was reflected in her face as she watched the men probing at the whores' inviting crotches and breasts. "I can't leave Fran here. You understand, don't you, Alex?"
"Yes!" He nodded. "I still think you should get out of here."
"Don't be silly." Renee tried to laugh and at least didn't gag. "I'd never feel right about leaving you to suffer through all this by yourself. Particularly after I dragged you out of that nice, cozy bar."
"All right." He touched her knee gently and Renee didn't mind. It wasn't sexual. It was just comforting. "I'll look out for you until you're ready to go."