As I drove down the lone road leaving Mexico behind me. An odd homesickness welled-up
inside me. Even though I had never lived in Mexico leaving it left me feeling alone yet I
was happy to be in the States again.
Soon I came to a small intersection. On one corner stood a lone building, neon lights
flashed from the windows, and the huge sign over the door of the building drew my
attention. It read: Papito's Tattoos, Piercings, and Nails. Suddenly I felt myself loose
control as I swung my car into the small parking lot.
I walked into the store it was dark lit only by strings of lights along the low wood ceiling.
the store was divided into three distinct parts. The first was a tattoo parlor with a large
lounge chair and tattoo pens and ink. The second was a piercing table with line of rings
for every body part. Lastly was a manicure table with nail polish and nail care stuff.
The only worker there was a large bullish Mexican. his head had been shaved showing his
well shaped dark head. His body was large for a Mexican and imposing to my small
female form. he spoke in a broken English thick with Mexican accent. "what do you want?"
"No'ting senior." I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back "you wasted
my time puta, now pay for it."
My No longer virgin lips leapt willingly as he dropped his pants and unleashed his
manhood. He forced me out of my halter top and fondled my large breasts. My moans of
pleasure were muffled by his manhood in my mouth. Then I felt a sharp blow to the back
of my head and went out cold.