"And just where do YOU think you're going, little chica?"
Looking as I did, I'd known that I didn't have a realistic chance of slipping through without question. It wasn't just my body (which seemed slightly malnourished...dispite the wildly disproportionate size of my breasts and width of my hips), it had also been the lush, thickness of my hair and the beauty of my face.
Well...perhaps not "Beauty" as it were. I was sort of cute; with very kissible lips, a natural beauty-mark just above my upper lip and sharp cheek bones, but counterbalanced by a slightly over-large nose and smallish eyes that seemed naturally heavy-lidded...as if I were sleepy...or dumb.
No...not beauty. I guess I just looked...to girlish to convince anyone that I was a guy...let alone some Yankee Gringo detective.
"I'm jus' tryin' t' geet back to Texas, Seinor." I said in my new accent. Thank goodness I still spoke English. Even if I did now sound shockingly uneducated. Their was something very "street" about the way I now pronounced words...and I still sounded rather Mexican.
"Si..." the othe guard said "...but it look's like you're doing so in a stolen car."
I went all "Wide-eyed and Innocent" as I gasped "Aw, no Seinors. Dis ees my car."
"Uh-huh. What's your name, chica."
"Maria Garcia." I answered without pausing. It sounded common enough. Sort of the Mexican equivalent of Jane Smith.
"And this is your car?"
"Si, Seinors."
He smiled at his partner (did they exchange winks?) then looked me straight in the eyes.
"You're a very bad liar, Maria Garcia - if that is your real name. If I let you past this check-point you'll likely wind-up in an American jail with a Grand Theft Auto charge that'll get you sent straight back to Mexico...and a Mexican jail."
I started to get worried...then drew three one-hundred dollar bills from my wallet. I looked at the money...and suddenly didn't want to part with it. As long as I was trapped in this for I'd have no access to my back account, my trailer...anything. I needed to keep a tight grip of my finances.
I couldn't afford to bribe them...with money.
It felt perfectly natural to unbutton the top of my shirt, then tie the lower half beneath my breasts to make a crude halter top.
I leaned out the window and rested my heavy breasts on the door.
"Oh, Seniors...surely their ees sometheen' I could do to...convince you?"
I smiled up at them with my vapid whore's face as open yet empty as a promise.
They smiled at each other, then stepped back from my car and said "Pull over to the side of the road, Miss Garcia. I'll have to take you inside...for an inspection."
I gave them another smile, then winked in such a naturally sleazy way that I didn't even notice I'd done it. I stepped from the car and followed him into the little building, to a small room with a bed.
I turned to look at them, and all at once I realized they were taking off their clothes. For a moment I was stunned (most of my brain hadn't really believed I'd go through with this), then I smiled...and removed my clothes. Finally I stood naked before them, and asked "So...now what do we do, Seinors. How you want eet? You like eet dirty? You like nasty girls like me?"
The words that I spoke tumbled from my mouth so naturally that I was almost unaware of them. Guy's liked it when you talked dirty to them. It made them feel superior.
The bigger of the two smiled and took his cock in his hands. "Jus' come over here and suck my dick, you little puta!"
I strolled over to him, naturally rolling my hips and wiggling my butt. I sank to my knees, and took his cock into my mouth while his partner bent my ass up and slipped his penis into my butt.
And all at once...it slipped into place. My brain seemed to shut down and pure instinct took over.
I tickled the head with my tongue first, making him shudder. Then he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down...hard! His partner began to pump violently, and soon I could feel the last vestages of my resistance floating away.
I sucked him so hard I thought I'd suck it right off. Over and over I worked his dick, until he finally moaned and came, filling my mouth with his warm, salty spunk. As soon as he came, his partner did likewise, filling my ass with warmth.
Then they swapped me end for end...and started again.
Again and again we came. Each time I thought we were done, they two men would stick their dicks someplace else and I'd feel the need to start over again. When we were finished all my holes ached and I was splattered with come from head to foot. I lay on the bed, gasping for air. I'd never felt so used or so dirty. I'd never felt so satisfied or content.
I looked up at the two man, who grinned down at me with lewd smiled. "You sure one horny little puta. You ever think of doing this professionaly?"
I hobbled into the bathroom while the two men laughed at me, feeling that they knew something I didn't. Surely they didn't work for Gomez Padraza.
I went to the sink and used a wet towel to wipe the cum off my skin. As I cleaned around my mouth, I remembered how I'd been hungry before stopping...and realized that I wasn't hungry any more because I now my belly was literally full of cum.
Full of cum!
I tried to stand, but my legs went weak and I sank to the ground. I'd just fucked two greasy, Mexican border guards about a dozen times! Worse than that...I'd liked it.
No...I'd LOVED IT! The salty, thick taste of the semen on my lips was the most delicious thing I'd ever known. I loved sucking cock. For some reason, I knew that's what this talented tongue and big mouth of mine was for.
Gradualy I calmed down, wondering how I'd ever get out of this mess. Should I go back to Texas? I'd been intending to only because that's where I came from. But what would I do once I got there?
"Maria?"
"Si, Seinor?"
"We've...got something for you."
Did they sound amused? I cleaned-up and opened the door. They were standing there with a box on the floor between them They were both smiling.
"I'm afraid we've lost your clothes, chica. This is our Lost and Found box. We thought you might be able to find something inside that could fit you."
Twenty-minutes later I minced out of the rest room, dressed in clothes that actualy fit me. A faded, pink halter top decorated with red roses, a pair of black streach pants that clung to my new curves, strappy, pink sandles with three-inch heels.
I looked cheap. I looked natural.
It didn't help that the box had contained a little black purse that bulged with garish make-up. I took it eagerly, painting my lips a bright, shiney red. Heavy foundation, dark blush, blue eyeshadow and tons of mascara. I darkened my beauty mark to finish the look.
I looked like a whore.
And yet...I also looked real good. It was nice how the tiny top made my big tits look even bigger. And the pants showed off my big hips and ass. I looked pretty hot.
I shook my head (causing the big, hoop earings I'd found to jangle loudly) and looked again. Once again...I looked perfectly natural.
"Damn you, Gomez Padraza." I hissed.
I searched the box again, hoping to find something useful.
A package of filterless, Mexican cigarettes.
I was suddenly filled with a desire for them (though I'd never smoked a day in my life) and I searched for a lighter. Finding one, I slipped the cigarette between my big lips, lit the cigarette, and drew in my first, double-lungful of smoke.
It...was...heaven.
I smiled and puffed contentedly for awhile, lost in the pleasures of the pungent tobacco. It was wonderful how it seemed to take all my problems away.
I strutted from the rest room and shook my tits for the men (what were their names?) before slinking out to my car and sliding behind the wheel. Once in a familiar place I could think clearly again.
I drove off, wondering what I could do to get back to normal. I found that while I was smoking, I could focus on my propects more clearly.
I could go to Gomez Padraza and beg him. That would get me nowhere fast.
I could return home and start my life again.
Or...perhaps I should focus on Padraza's gang? Perhaps he's not the only one who knows magic? Surely they didn't call him to Texas to transform that poor boy. Someone in his gang in Texas must have similar powers!
Meanwhile, one of the guards was on the phone. "Si, Don Padraza. That girl you tell us about, we just let her pass. Si, we did as you asked. Si, we give her the clothes you want us to give her."