Hot Summer in Tijuana

Warning! Women are raped in this story. There are no donkeys or sex with any animals or under 18 sex in this story. If you prefer nice stories where everyone is polite and pleasant, read my story “Gorgeous Girl”.

^^^It’s eleven a.m. on a hot Saturday in June in a kidnapper’s hideout^^^

“Oh! Mmmm! Chica, you’re tight,” the bad guy hollered.

“Oh! Yes!” the stocky, brown man dressed in the style made famous by Porky Pig (he had a blue shirt on and no pants) cried out as he thrust his dick deep inside the kidnapped woman he was raping.

He jabbed his cock forcefully and repeatedly into the naked, petite woman he was fucking doggie style.

The grunting of a man and the crying of a woman woke Franklin, and he discovered he was lying on a concrete floor. He moved. His body was stiff and sore because last night, in addition to being kidnapped and locked in a cell, he was beaten.

Franklin sat up gingerly and yelled, “You filthy animal. Leave the poor woman alone.”

The rapist said in Spanish to his comrades, “Matthew, silence him. He’s disturbing my quality time with the American whore.”

“Si, Carlos,” the associate said, and he grabbed a cudgel. He stuck it through the bars and whacked the prisoner on the head, shoulders, and his arms.

Franklin cried out in pain and moved to the rear of the cell to avoid the henchman’s blows.

“Ohhhh!” the pantless man exclaimed as he climaxed and shot his load into Sybil, the unfortunate twenty-eight-year-old American who was his victim. He laughed as he pulled out, grabbed a handful of her long, honey-blond hair, and used it to clean his cock.

The young woman slumped to the ground. Her body was dirty, her hair was a matted mess, and her face looked like a raccoon’s. Tears had caused her mascara to run. She’d rubbed her eyes and now had large, black smudge marks under her baby blues.

Franklin couldn’t stop his eyes from studying her body.

She was short and slender except for her boobs. They were huge. Full and round. At first sight, you’d think a woman that slender could only have breasts that big because of implants, but Franklin had seen them bounce and sway when she was raped. Only natural breasts move like that.

“Gracias, puta!” the rapist said as he dressed. He switched to English and added, “I hope your family is slow paying your ransom, so I can fuck you again and again.”

He laughed as he used Sybil’s phone to snap a picture of the abused woman and said, “I am sending this to your mommy and daddy. This will convince them that you’ve been kidnapped, and they need to pay for your release.”

Franklin held his tongue and grimaced. He shook his head and wondered, “What’s wrong with the human race? How can people be so cruel?”

He knew the answer because, unfortunately, he’d seen worse.

In his short life, he’d had a front-row seat for some horrendous acts while fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq. He’d personally witnessed man’s tremendous capacity to inflict pain and suffering. What astonished him was those events had happened during wartime.

His next thought was, “How could a vicious kidnapping operation that focused on Americans exist thirty minutes from San Diego? Why hadn’t the US government put a stop to this?”

He stared daggers at the rapist and came to the front of the cell. If not for the steel cage, he’d have killed the man with his bare hands.

Carlos buckled his belt, turned to Franklin, and said, “Get back. Away from the door.”

Franklin moved.

The rapist unlocked the cell and pushed Sybil inside. She fell. He locked the cell, and the two Mexicans laughed and joked as they left the room.

“Are you okay?” Franklin asked as he knelt beside the abused woman. He took off his shirt and said, “My name’s Franklin. Here. Put this on.”

“I’m Sybil. I’ve had better days and, unfortunately, I’ve had worse.”

The shirt was ripped. It had no buttons. When he was roughed up by his captors, the shirt was damaged.

She put it on and adjusted the tattered shirt around her shoulders. It was too big for her, which was good because it provided some coverage for her lower body. There was a tear in the front of the dress shirt, leaving a hole that exposed one large, engorged nipple.

She sat on the floor with her legs together and pulled her knees to her chest. He sat perpendicular to her with his back leaning up against a stone wall. He couldn’t see her sex, but he did see a growing wet spot on the concrete floor which he assumed was cum leaking out of her hairless pussy.

“I’ve gotta pee,” she announced.

There was no toilet in the cell. There was nothing but iron bars, a concrete floor, and a bucket.

She got up and went to the bucker. She squatted over it, facing away from Franklin. She pulled the shirt up to her waist and put her other hand against the stone wall to steady her body as she pissed and expelled Carlos’ cum.

Franklin couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her butt was small, barely bigger than the span of one of his spread hands. While it was little, it didn’t look like a kid’s bottom. It was round, toned, and jutted out. With her legs spread, and since he was sitting on the floor, he could see the thick outer lips of her vagina.

When she finished, she dabbed her pussy with the tail of the shirt. She let the shirt drop. It covered her ass. She smoothed the shirt like she would a skirt or dress before sitting on the concrete.

Franklin had two problems: he had an erection, and an urgent need to relieve himself. He went to the bucket and, facing away from her, pulled out his dick. It pointed straight out at the wall. He had no choice but to pick up the bucket and raise it to his penis. He peed, shook his prick, and placed the bucket on the floor. Red-faced, he put his dick away and sat down.

“Were you kidnapped? I was kidnapped last night,” Sybil said.

“Yes. They got me last night.”

“They are asking my family to send $100,000. Ha! My family doesn’t have that kind of money. They kidnapped my sister too. Do you think she and your friends got away?”

“I hope so, but I have no idea. Someone hit me from behind and knocked me out.”

“My sister and I and your friends got outside. I thought we were going to get away, and then a bunch of guys drove into the compound. We scattered. I was caught. I think…I hope my sister and your friends escaped.”

She spoke while staring at the door leading out of the room. She turned her head toward her fellow captive and found him studying her face.

“You look familiar,” Franklin said. “There was a Sybil in my ninth-grade class at Eastlake High in San Diego. Are you Sybil Miller?”

“I am. You went to Eastlake?”

“Small world.”

“I was there for just one year.”

^^^The previous night, Friday, around 8 p.m.^^^

“Don’t do it!” Charlie pleaded. He was on one knee.

His hopeful expression changed to one of sadness as he saw that his words had no impact on his friend, Roger. He shook his head in disbelief and added, “I can’t believe you’re getting married.”

Franklin, the third person at the table, said, “I’m happy for you. Congratulations, Roger” He raised a tumbler of Scotch and drank to his friend’s impending nuptials.

The three twenty-eight-year-old men had known each other for a dozen years. They’d met in San Diego in the ninth grade where they were in the same homeroom and on the football team.

Charlie was the flashy touchdown-catching wide receiver. He was then and still is the life of the party.

Roger was the dashing, gun-slinging quarterback.

Franklin was the strong, steady, and reliable guy. He played guard. The trio instantly became best friends and remained close over the years.

They all knew the fiancee, Trudy. She had gone to their high school.

Franklin thought, “I wonder if it could’ve been me marrying Trudy. We all attended her ninth-grade birthday party. She had on a pretty pink dress with a large bow. She came to me, said hello, and tried to engage me in a conversation. I was so stupid and shy that I couldn’t talk or look her in the eye. She got frustrated and walked away. She went to Roger. They hit it off, and the rest is history.”

Charlie raised his glass and said, “Don’t get me wrong, Trudy’s a great girl. She’s gorgeous. Red hair, green eyes, and nice tits. Screw her for sure, but do you have to marry her? For God’s sake, you’re only twenty-eight.”

Charlie sipped the whisky and added, “This is your prime babe-banging time!” He gave his friend a bewildered look and asked, “Is she pregnant?”

Roger laughed and shook his head, “Same old Charlie. You’ve got no filter.”

“Enough, Charlie,” Franklin said. “We should all be so lucky as to marry a beautiful woman as great as Trudy.”

Charlie looked at him as if he was an alien from outer space. He said, “Scout, you continue to amaze me. You see the good in everything.”

Charlie had bestowed the nickname “Scout” on Franklin in high school because he was decent, responsible, kind, polite, and well-behaved. Like a Boy Scout.

Charlie was the wild and crazy guy of the group. Roger was the bridge that connected them. He took his studies seriously and had goals, like Franklin, and he enjoyed a good party as much as Charlie.

Roger said, “Thank you, Scout, for your kind words. And Charlie, knock it off. I’ve thought this through, and I’m marrying Trudy because I love her. Don’t start any rumors about her being pregnant, or you’ll be uninvited to the wedding.”

The three men were at dinner at a nice hotel in San Diego at Roger’s request. It had been a while since they were together. Charlie and Franklin thought it was the beginning of one of their periodic boy’s weekends consisting of drinking, golfing, and more drinking. After they had finished dinner, Roger had sprung the news that he was getting married.

Charlie inhaled his drink. He signaled the waiter to bring them another round. As the other guys talked, he drank more and worked his way through the five stages of grief. He made it to acceptance.

“Your news shocked me,” Charles said to Roger, ” but if that’s the road you’ve chosen, I’ll support you. Hey! I’m taking you south of the border. We’ll have a Tijuana bachelor party tonight! We’ll hit our old haunts!”

“I don’t know,” Franklin said. “Things usually get out of hand, and we nearly ended up in jail last time.”

“We’ve had some epic trips,” Roger said fondly as he recalled them.

“Yes!” Charlie seized on his endorsement. “Leave everything to me.” he glanced at his watch and said, “Meet me in the lobby in thirty minutes. This will be a night we never forget.” He dashed from the table.

^^^Earlier that day at 1 p.m.^^^

“Bye,” Sybil said to a group of women who fourteen months ago were strangers and now were the best of friends. She and the others had gone to a morning pray and a contemplation session. They had lunch, and now, after hugging everyone, they were leaving. She waved to the group of women with whom she’d spent five cathartic days at a religious retreat for addicts trying to stay clean.

She attended these meetings a couple of times a year. These quiet, contemplative trips helped her center herself. It was part of her ongoing therapy to stay off drugs and live the wholesome, virtuous life she truly wanted.

She climbed into her car and reached into the glove compartment to get her phone. She had been disconnected from the world for five days. No phone. No computer. A requirement of the retreat.

She powered it up and saw numerous messages from her grandmother. She called her immediately.

“Hello, Nana. What’s up?”

A frantic voice said, “Your sister’s been kidnapped. I got a phone demanding a ransom of $100,000. I’m supposed to send it to Mexico. The man has called twice. He’s very upset and didn’t believe me when I said I don’t have that kind of money. I’m afraid he’s going to hurt her! He said he would hurt her if I called the police, so I didn’t.”

“I’m coming over.”

Sybil ended the call and started driving. All the calmness she’d achieved at the retreat left her. “I bet Sabina is using again. Fuck! What’s the matter with us? Dad and Mom die of overdoses, and Sabrina and I have to fight the urge to shoot up or snort every day of our lives. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

She drove to her grandmother’s house and got the details. She hardly needed to. The story was the usual scenario.

Nana said, “According to your sister’s roommates, the three of them went out to a club on Wednesday. Sabrina met up with some of her old friends and decided to hang with them. The roommates went home. No one has heard or seen your sister since. And now, someone named Carlos is demanding money, more money than I have to free Sabrina. What should we do?”

Sybil hugged her grandmother and said, “I’ll handle it.” The old woman wiped away her tears.

As Sybil drove to her sister’s place, she wondered, “Is this even true? Or is this a scam my sister is running to get money for drugs?”

Sybil went to her sister’s place and talked to one of the roommates.

Kathy said, “She ditched us for some drug-using friends. I don’t need that in my life. Meg and I let her go her own way. I haven’t seen or heard from her since. I hope nothing bad has happened to her.”

“Who were these friends?”

“I didn’t know them. The guy struck me as a shady character. He invited everyone to his place. Meg and I turned him down, and we tried to get your sister to come home with us, but you know how she is.”

“Yes. Obstinate and prone to make bad decisions which pretty much describes everyone in my family. Thanks. Call me if you hear from her.”

The pretty roommate promised.

Sybil continued to call her sister as she searched for her. The phone went straight to voicemail. She left a few curse-filled messages. She spent the next couple of hours talking to people who knew her sister. She checked out places where a drug addict might be and tried to learn more about Wednesday’s party.

She got the name and address of a guy who had a big, drug-fueled party and drove to his home. She arrived around eight p.m. Calling it a house was an overstatement. It was a hovel. But it was secluded which made it the perfect place for drug addicts to party.

She knocked on the door and waited. She knocked again. Still no answer. She pounded on the door and yelled, “Hey! Billy!”

She continued to knock loudly and shout until the door opened. A strung-out, disheveled man wearing dirty boxers said in a cranky manner, “What?”

Sybil punched him in the chest with both hands causing him to step backward, and she shouted, “Where’s Sabrina?”

“What?” he cried out. His blood-shot eyes focused on the woman at his door. He said, “I know you. I’ve sold you drugs. Sybil, is that what you’re here for? I can fix you up…”

She punched him again and said with venom in her voice, “I’m looking for my sister, Sabrina.”

“Hey, babe. Why the attitude?”

“My sister is missing. I heard she was here using last Wednesday,” she said frantically. “No one has seen her since.”

Billy smiled and said, “I remember the party.” He reached out, stroked her arm, and said, “You missed a good one.”

Sybil violently slapped his hand away and said, “Don’t touch me!”

Instantly his face changed from confused druggie to enraged madman. He said, “Bitch, what’s your problem? It wasn’t so long ago that you were begging me to let you suck my dick in exchange for meth.”

She recoiled as if he’d hit her. What he said was true, but more importantly, she realized that she had let her emotions get the better of her. She needed his help. She took a deep breath and said nicely, “Billy, I’m sorry I screamed at you. I’m worried about my sister.”

He wasn’t appeased by her change in tone. He was still pissed and said, “It’s a little late to. You yell at me, hit me, and then want me to do you a favor. Get the fuck out of here!”

“Do you know where she might be?” she pleaded.

“Oh, are we friends again?”

“Please help me.”

“Maybe you can convince me,” he said, giving her a wicked smile. “Try being more like the old Sybil. That girl was fun. Show me your tits, and maybe I’ll help you.”

Sybil realized she didn’t have a choice and did it. She pulled up her top and bra and bare her Double D’s.

He stared at them appreciatively. They were a fine pair. Colossal. Perfectly shaped. He whistled. “Wow! They’re as great as I remember.” He reached out, caressed her boobs, and tweaked a stiff, brown nipple. She stood still and silent while he groped her full, natural breasts.

He said, “After partying here, some went south of the border to party more. I was so strung out I stayed here. Your sister went with Bonnie and Stewart. They said they were going to meet up with Clive Davidson in Tijuana. Clive likes to hang out at Kinkle’s bar.”

Sybil said grimly, “Thank you.”

She dressed and left.

She drove to the border parking lot, parked, and walked across the border. She went to the taxi station and took a cab to downtown Tijuana.

^^^ Friday around 10 p.m.^^^

Roger, Charlie, and Franklin took a cab from the hotel to the border. They walked into Mexico, grabbed a cab, and got dropped off in the red light district. Zona Norte is home to Tijuana’s largest collection of strip clubs and brothels.

Charlie announced, “You guys are in for a treat tonight. We have a reservation at the Hong Kong Gentlemen’s Club. This is a full-service establishment if you catch my drift.”

Roger smiled broadly and said, “All right. All right. All right!” Franklin asked, “Does that mean we might catch an STD?”

Charlie laughed, punched him on the arm, and said, “It’s just like you to worry about that!”

They entered the club. Charlie explained to the hostess that they had a reservation in the VIP section. On the way to their table, they saw women giving guys handjobs and blowjobs out in the open.

Some of the women were dressed provocatively. Others were completely naked.

Roger was impressed. Scout was astonished. Charlie smiled and laughed.

They were led to an alcove overlooking the stage, which had three small, two-seater sofas. A nearly naked woman came to get their drink order. She said, “Hello, gentleman. Is this your first visit with us?”

“No,” Roger said and smiled, “but, it’s been a while.”

“Then you know this is a place where all your fantasies come true. Drink, enjoy the shows, and have a good time with our very beautiful, very friendly girls.” She smiled brightly and added, “We have a special deal tonight on threesomes. Imagine having sex with two hot women all night long. Interested?”

“Maybe later,” Charlie answered. “We’re a bit parched.”

“What can I get you to drink?”

They placed their order. When the woman returned with their drinks, three young, curvaceous women were with her. The hostess put the drinks on a low coffee table in front of them. She bent at the hip, her low-cut top fell away, and exposed her breasts. She purposely stayed down and let them have an eyeful. The guys took in the view.

When she stood tall in her six-inch-high, clear plastic, high heels. she said, “This is Brandy, Dallas, and Crystal.”

The new women smiled, said hello, and climbed on their laps. The hostess said, “Do you want to buy them a drink or a lap dance or more?”

The women were not beautiful, but they were decent looking, scantily clad, and, as advertised, very friendly. Their hands were rubbing each guy’s crotch.

Charlie’s girl was a tall, slim brunette with small, natural breasts. Her legs went on forever. Roger’s new friend was a Mexican woman with dark skin who’d dyed her hair red. She had huge breasts that were obviously fake.

The third prostitute had bleached blonde hair and a round, womanly body. She was a little heavy, but the extra weight was in her ass and breasts. It added to her attractiveness and sex appeal.

“Bring them a drink and let’s start the evening with a lap dance,” Charlie said.

“Good choice,” the hostess answered.

The women stood and stripped. Completely. They danced naked for and on the guys.

Charlie’s eyes kept drifting to the redhead and her large breasts. He asked, “Ladies, how much for three blowjobs?”

The brunette leaned over and whispered in his ear. Charlie nodded, He counted out the amount and laid it on the table. He said, “BJ’s for my friends and me.”

The brunette scooped up the cash and put it in her purse. The working girls freed the men’s penises’ and sucked them then and there. The guys groaned and expressed their approval.

Franklin heard Charlie’s girl gagging. She was struggling and had to pull off him. She sat on her heels and rested. Roger said, “Charlie, you need to pay her extra for having to deal with your horse dick.”

They all laughed. Charlie laughed the loudest, and he waved his dick about. It was something to be proud of at seven inches and thicker than average. The other girls made a fuss over it. Then, returned to their partners.

The guys came, the women swallowed, and everyone had a drink. The women remained naked and didn’t object to being touched anywhere.

A few minutes later, Charlie said, “How much to go upstairs and fuck?”

His lady again whispered a number into his ear. He said, “That’s very reasonable.” He counted out the money into three piles. The women scooped it up.

Roger said, “You don’t have to pay for everything.” He reached for his wallet.

“Put your money away. This is our treat. Scout and I are paying for your bachelor party. I’m carrying the cash because Scout is deferring to my greater knowledge and experience dealing with whores.”

Charlie and Roger laughed, knowing that, unlike them, Franklin didn’t frequent prostitutes.

The brunette stood and grabbed Charlie’s hand to take him upstairs.

“Wait a second,” he said. The girl he was with wasn’t his type. He preferred flashy, trashy, fuller figure women. He said, “Roger, you’ve decided to limit yourself to loving only Trudy until death do you part, right?”

His friend nodded.

“Do you want your last chance to sow some wild oats to be with a redhead? You’ll be pulling ginger pubes out of your teeth for the rest of your life. Perhaps you want to swap and have a brunette?”

“If I had the option,” Roger said. “I would switch. Your girl’s light on top, but I love those long legs.”

“Say no more. She’s yours.”

Charlie took his whore’s hand and gave it to the bridegroom. She smiled, stood, and Roger led her away.

“Scout, are you happy with the blonde, or do you want to swap?” Charlie asked.

Franklin spoke softly and said, “She’s fine.”

Charlie leaned in as if he was listening to a long explanation, He took the opportunity to tease and embarrass his friend. He said in a loud voice, “What do you mean you want to do the redhead because she reminds you of Trudy, and you always had a thing for her?”

“I didn’t say that!” Franklin objected. His face turned crimson.

“Stick with the blonde, Scout,” Charlie said. “I’ll take the redhead and have no qualms screaming out Trudy’s name as I bang her.” He laughed.

The guys went upstairs. Charlie and Roger fucked their girls in every way imaginable. Franklin wore a condom and treated the big-assed, blonde kindly and with respect, like all the women he’d been with.

She was thrilled since most men she had sex with were inconsiderate assholes. She was warm and kind to him in return. She didn’t make a fuss when he kissed her. He sucked her big, soft tits and came, taking her from behind and slamming into her big, pillow-like bottom.

Franklin came downstairs and found his friends. They drank and caught some of the shows. Around 1:30 a.m., they left the club arguing which performance was more entertaining.

“The power-tool dildo show was the best,” Franklin said.

“No,” Roger disagreed. “It was definitely the shaving cream wrestling matches.”

The guys were happy, drunk, and sexually sated. Charlie said, “You know what would top off this night?”

“Sleeping in our beds in San Diego?” Franklin answered seriously.

Charlie ignored him and said, “We have to catch one more show. The ultimate Tijuana experience, seeing a woman having sex with a donkey.”

“Yeah,” Roger said. “I’ve heard stories about the famous Tijuana donkey sex show all my life. Honestly, I’m intrigued.”

Charlie buttonholed the doorman and asked, “Where can we see a woman having sex with a donkey?”

“Sir, that is a myth. It doesn’t happen. Good night. Please visit us again.”

The men headed to the nearby taxi stand. A short Mexican approached them and said, “Senor, he didn’t tell you the truth. The story about the donkey is real. I can take you there in my cab. It’s not far.”

“Guys, we’ve had a great time. Let’s call it a night,” Franklin advised.

“Of course, you’d say that, Scout,” Charlie sneered. “We have to make one more stop. He says it nearby. This will make tonight’s bachelor party legendary. Take us to the show, my man!”

The men got into a rickety cab. The driver took them out of the downtown area to a seedy part of town. He pulled into a small courtyard, honked the horn, and flashed his lights. He said, “The act is illegal and only done in secret, private clubs like this one. Step out, gentleman. You will be escorted in.”

They all exited the vehicle. Two men approached. The driver spoke to them in Spanish. “Hello, I have three Americans who would like to see a whore have sex with a donkey.”

“Yes,” the taller man addressed the guys in English. “You are just in time. The show will be starting soon, Follow me,” he said graciously.

“All right!” Charlie said excitedly. He rubbed his hands together.

The tall man asked, “Are you armed? Guns are not allowed in the club. Gunshots spook the donkey, and that can be dangerous for the girl.”

Charlie answered for everyone. “No. We don’t have any guns.”

“I have to check. Do you mind?” their host asked.

“No. Go ahead,” Charlie said.

The two men quickly frisked the Americans. Then they were led inside. The tall man locked the outside door. He called out in Spanish, “Juan, the chickens are in the coop.”

A man with a gun entered the room.

“Shit,” Charlie said. “There isn’t going to be a donkey show, is there?”

“Hey, we don’t want any trouble,” Roger said as he raised his hands.

“Neither do we, senor,” said the tall man. “No one has to get hurt. We only want money.”

“You can have everything in our wallets,” Roger said.

“Thank you. We will take it and more. Call your families. Tell them you’ve been kidnapped. No police! They need to pay me $100,000 for each of you, and we will release you unharmed.”

“Okay,” Franklin said. He moved slowly toward the gunman as he removed his watch and got out his wallet. He offered both to the man with a gun. The gunman reached out for them, and Franklin quickly grabbed for the gun.

They wrestled for control. Franklin was bigger, stronger, and more skilled. His intensive army training and three years of combat experience allowed him to quickly subdue the street hoodlum. He got the gun and knocked the thug to the ground.

He grabbed his stuff, shoved it in his pocket, and said to the two other Mexicans, “Don’t move. We’re leaving. Roger, get the door.”

“Help! Help us!”

The pleading cry came from a woman in the next room.

^^^Earlier on Friday night around 9:45 p.m.^^^

The cab pulled to a stop in front of Kinkle’s. Sybil paid her fare and got out. She marched into the establishment and went straight to the bar.

“What can I get you, sweet thing,” said the tall man wearing expertly applied makeup, a long-haired blue wig, and painted acrylic fingernails.

Sybil smiled and said, “You’re a prettier woman than I am.”

“Thank you,” he replied. “This bar is famous for being fun and fabulous with an anything-goes attitude. What can I get you?”

Sybil smiled and said. “I’m looking for a friend, Clive Davidson.”

“You’re in luck. He’s at the table over there.” He pointed to a table against the wall.

“Thanks.”

She walked over to the table where six people were sitting. She waited quietly until they noticed her. A black man wearing a saucy hat and an elegant evening gown said pleasantly, “Hello, my name is Raven. What can we do for you, short stuff.”

Sybil was slim and busty and only 5′ 2″ tall. She was used to being teased about her height, and she didn’t take offense. She smiled and said, “I’m looking for Clive Davidson. My name is Sybil. I’m Sabrina Miller’s sister. I was told that she, Bonnie, and Stewart came to Tijuana on Wednesday night to meet you. I need to find her.”

A man in a bowler hat said, “I’m Clive. I don’t know where your sister is. We didn’t meet. I only got back in town earlier today.”

“Oh,” Sybil responded. Her body sagged, and a look of disappointment covered her face.

Raven, the big, black man in the lovely white frock slid out of his seat and said, “Sit. I have Stewart’s number. I’ll give him a call. Maybe he knows” He walked to a quieter spot by the bathrooms where he could have a conversation.

“Thank you.” Sybil sat. “It feels good to get off my feet. I’ve been running around all day searching for my sister.” Those at the table commiserate with her.

Raven returned, looking distraught, and said, “Honey, I’m afraid I have bad news. Your sister got in an argument with Bonnie and Stewart soon after arriving in Tijuana. She told them to ‘Fuck off’ and stormed off. They don’t know where she is.”

“Oh no! Where was the last place they saw her?”

“They were on Calle Coahuila near the alley of prostitutes. She was asking everyone there where she could score some drugs. Her friends worried they’d all get arrested. She wouldn’t stop, so they left her. As they walked away, they saw her talking to Carlos Rodriguez, a well-known criminal.”

“Chica Bonita (Spanish for pretty girl),” Clive warned, “he is a dangerous man involved in drugs, kidnapping, and murder.”

“What are you going to do?” Raven asked. “I doubt the police will help if all you can say is someone saw my sister talking to a criminal.”

“I have to talk to Carlos. She’s my sister. I need to find her.” Sybil stood and walked out the door. She paused and looked around when she got outside. She wasn’t sure what to do or where to go.

A man who had followed her came up beside her and said, “Pardon me, madam. I overheard your conversation. If you want to talk to Senor Rodriguez, I can take you to him.”

Sybil looked at the stranger and said, “Thank you. I’m desperate to find my sister. I want to meet him.”

The man hailed a cab, and they climbed in. He gave the cabbie an address, and the cab took them to a dingy part of town. The vehicle pulled into a small courtyard. The man told the cab driver to wait, and he and Sybil disembarked.

They walked to a front door. The man rang the bell. When the door opened, he said, “We are here to see Carlos.”

The man who answered the door nodded, shared a knowing look with the man from the club, and held the door open. Sybil and her new companion walked into a good-size, sparsely furnished room.

“Wait here,” the guy who let them in said, and he left the room.

They stood in silence. A powerfully built man entered the room, walking briskly. He said, “Thank you, Pablo. Leave us.” He handed the man a wad of bills. The man stuffed them in his pocket, bowed, and quickly exited the building.

The big man addressed Sybil and said, “I am Carlos Rodriguez. I understand you want to speak to me.”

“Yes. I’m looking for my sister, Sabrina. Sabrina Miller.”

He didn’t react, so she gave him more information. She said, “You met her on Calle Coahuila near the alley of prostitutes on Wednesday night. She wanted drugs.”

He did not speak and gave her a blank look.

“She’s not short like me. She’s six inches taller. We have the same long, honey-colored, blonde hair.” Sybil pulled up her picture on her phone and showed it to the man,

A look of recognition crossed his face. He smiled wickedly, reached out, groped her big tits, and said, “I may have seen her. She is less developed than you.”

Sybil looked at him wide-eyed and said, “How dare you grab my breasts!” She knocked his hands off her boobs and stepped back to get away from him.

He laughed heartily and said, “Do you want to say hello to your sister? She’s down the hall. The first room on the right.”

Sybil hesitated and then ran from the room. She went to the first room and threw open the door. She saw her sister lying naked on the bed. A naked man was fucking her. She was startled by the sight and by the forceful thrusts of the brown man. She looked at her sister’s face and knew she was on drugs.

The man slammed into her violently and cried out as he came, “Ahh! Ohh!”

Her sister laughed heartily.

The man got off Sabrina, grabbed his clothes, and walked naked out of the room. Sybil went to her sister and said, “Sabrina! It’s me, Sybil.” She knelt beside the cot and looked at her, hoping for a sign that her sister recognized her. Sabrina continued to laugh and did not attempt to cover her naked body.

Carlos came up behind Sybil and said, “Your sister is quite the party girl, and foolish, making her an easy catch. I kidnapped her and called your grandmother demanding $100,000. She said she couldn’t pay. I called a second time, and she gave me the same answer.

“What am I supposed to do? I can’t let her go. Your sister offered sex in exchange for drugs. She’s a good fuck. I’ve had her twice. Once in her pussy and once in her ass. She’s had sex with more than a dozen guys and still looks ready to do it again.”

Sybil looked at her sister’s naked body and saw that her shaved sex was swollen and inflamed. Cum leaked from her ass and pussy, her nipples were hard, and there were bite marks on her neck, breasts, and thighs.

Carlos grabbed Sabrina, stood her up, and raked a hand across her breasts. She tried to get away, but couldn’t. He was too strong.

Carlos said, “It’s a shame your sister has those small, bite-size breasts instead of big, soft tits like you. If she did, I might keep her. Instead, I’m selling her to a brothel.”

He harshly squeezed one of Sabrina’s breasts and caused her to cry out in pain.

He said menacingly, “Look at her! That could be your fate. Call your family now. Tell them the two of you have been kidnapped by some very dangerous men. I will accept $100,000 for both of you.”

“We don’t have that kind of money. Our parents are dead. It’s just the two of us and our grandmother. Please let us go!”

Carlos reached into Sybil’s purse and got her cell phone. He pushed her toward her sister.

“Go! Sit beside your sister.”

Sybil did as she was ordered. She grabbed a sheet and covered her sister’s naked body.

“No. Leave her exposed.”

Sybil pulled the sheet off her sister.

Carlos took a photo and handed the phone to her. He said, “Call your family! Send them the picture. You’d be surprised what motivated people can accomplish. Tell them your safety is in their hands. I’ll call them tomorrow afternoon and give them details about how to pay me, or both of you will be working as prostitutes tomorrow night!”

Sybil was scared. She rang her grandmother and explained the situation. By the end of the call, both women were crying.

Carlos took her purse and phone and locked her in the room with her sister.

^^^Saturday around 2 a.m. in the same compound.^^^

Franklin had the gun and was in control of the situation. The three Mexicans had their hands in the air. Scout and his friends were about to leave, having thwarted their kidnapping, when they heard a woman cry out for help.

“Let’s go!” Charlie said. “This is our chance to get away!”

Franklin ignored him. He pointed the gun at the tall man and asked, “Who was that?”

“There are two American women in the next room.” He pointed to the right.

“Hombres, en el suelo. Manos a la espalda,” Franklin said.

The Mexican lay facedown on the floor and put their hands behind their backs.

Franklin grabbed the cords holding back the curtains and tossed them to his friends, and said, “Tie them up, and check their pockets for weapons.”

“This one has a knife,: Roger said.

“Use it to cut his shirt, and stuff it into their mouths to gag them.”

This was quickly done.

“Roger, Charlie, look after these guys. I’m going to get the women, and we’ll leave.”

Franklin stepped into the hall. He looked to the left and right and saw no one.

He went down the hall to the next room and found a large deadbolt on the outside of the door. He unlatched it and opened the door. Cowering in the far corner were Sabrina and Sybil. Sabrina was wearing a sheet like a toga.

“Do you want to get out of here? My friends and I are returning to the United States,” Franklin said.

“Yes! We’ve been kidnapped,” Sybil said. She and her sister followed him out into the hall and to the room where his friends were.

“Roger, Charlie, bring those guys. We’ll lock them in the other room.”

The Americans grabbed the Mexicans and led them down the hall.

Suddenly, three other gang members appeared in the hall. All parties froze and took in the situation.

Franklin put the gun to the head of the tall Mexican and said in Spanish, “Everyone into the room. Quickly!”

The ones who were tied up went into the room. Franklin waved the gun, signaling that the others from the hallway should follow. He said in English, “Roger, Charlie, take the women outside. I’ll be out in a second.”

His friends went to the women, and the other three Mexican slowly walked toward the room.

Another member of the gang exited the kitchen, eating a chicken leg. He stepped into the hall behind Franklin and saw his comrades being held at gunpoint. He pulled his gun out, snuck up behind Franklin, and thumped him on the back of the head.

Franklin lost consciousness.

Roger, Charlie, and the two women were outside, waiting for Franklin. Suddenly, a van with more gang members pulled into the courtyard. They were drunk and loud and stumbled as they piled out. One of them recognized Sabrina and shouted in Spanish, “Grab them!”

The Americans ran, scattering in all directions. The Mexicans gave chase.

It looked like an old Keystone Cops video. Everyone was running in different directions and crashing into each other.

One of the criminals caught hold of Sabrina’s sheet. He tugged and pulled it off her. Naked, she screamed and ran away. Roger was near her. He grabbed her hand, they ran and got away. Charlie escaped running in the opposite direction. He had to outrun three pursuers.

Sybil was captured.

Carlos stepped into the courtyard. He was followed by the tall man and other gang members. Two of which were carrying Franklin. “Put him and the American woman in the van!” he yelled. “Mateo, Juan, Pablo, get in the van. You are coming with me. The rest of you capture the three that got away!”

His men followed his orders. Carlos got behind the wheel as they left, he said, “If the Americans escape, they will soon be talking to the police and could lead them here. We’ll lay low for a couple of days in our place off Avenida Juárez.”

He drove them to another safe house. The underlings lugged Franklin inside and threw him into a cell. He was bleeding from the head wound and lay unconscious on the floor. Some of the men beat and kicked him even though he was knocked out.

Carlos grabbed Sybil and dragged her inside. He shook her and shouted, “You, puta! You have cost me money. You will pay! Starting right now. Strip and suck my dick! If you do anything funny, I will kill you!”

Sybil’s body trembled. She’d been around men like this during her drug-using days. She knew he was trouble and wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her. She’d learned the hard way it was best to do as these rough men said.

She undressed completely. He smiled, seeing her obey and upon seeing her naked.

She was short, had a pretty face, and beautiful long, honey blonde hair. She was slender with a tapered waist, slim hips, and fabulous breasts. They were full and round. They looked unbelievably big on her small frame. He pawed them. They were soft and wobbled when he touched them.

“Suck my dick, puta,” he ordered harshly.

She sank to her knees, unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled down his jeans and underwear, and quickly engulfed his cock. He grew big and hard in her mouth. He was not overly endowed, but average was big to this petite woman. She had trouble sucking him.

“Watch the teeth, bitch!” he warned her.

“You’re so big,” she explained. She tried to be more careful, but he was a challenge for her small mouth; especially when he fucked her face.

He held her head and pistoned in and out of her mouth. Something got in the way and hurt his cock. “Ouch! What the fuck!” he cried.

He pulled out, cuffed her, and demanded, “What did you do?”

She spat out her lower denture and took out the upper one. She said, “I wear dentures. Your thrusting knocked them out of place. I’m sorry I hurt you.” She cowered, afraid he was going to beat her.

He laughed and said, “What a sorry cunt you are. In your twenties, and you’ve lost all your teeth? Hah.”

“Yes. I was a big meth user, and it destroyed my teeth.”

He grabbed her arm and ran his fingers along her scarred veins and pointed to the needle marks. He castigated her. “You’re a junky who used so long you’ve disfigured your body and lost all your teeth. Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe now you can accommodate my dick and suck me properly.”

He laughed and pressed his dick against her lips.

She gave him a blowjob, and it was better this time. There was room for her tongue to maneuver and caress his dick. And, of course, no teeth to injure him.

“Ahh!” he sighed, “That is much better.”

While she blew him, she licked her fingers and touched herself. He saw it and said, “What a whore you are! You enjoy sucking my dick some much that you have to play with yourself.” He laughed raucously

The truth was as a drug user, she’d met many bad men. She knew Carlos was going to rape her, and for her protection, she wanted to be as wet as possible. The only way her pussy was going to lubricate was if she fingered herself.

“Chica, are you ready for me? On your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you like the dog you are!”

Sybil spun about and presented her ass to Carlos. He slapped it and thrust his cock into her vagina. As she expected, he went in roughly and with no regard for her safety. Luckily, she’d prepared herself enough that while it was unwanted, uncomfortable, and unpleasant, he didn’t injury her.

He groped her tits, slapped her firm ass, and fucked her pussy with gusto. He moaned and groaned loudly, while she sobbed quietly.

The noise they made woke Franklin. He sat up and caught Sybil’s eye. She raised a finger to her mouth, signaling that he should be quiet. He couldn’t. He was outraged and shouted, “You filthy animal. Leave that poor woman alone.”

Carlos paused and had an associate beat Franklin. He resumed raping Sybil and announced his climax with a loud cry. While his dick pulsed inside her and he enjoyed his orgasm, Sybil collapsed and put her head on the floor.

She took a deep breath and slipped her dentures back in.

Carlos slapped her ass, used her long hair to clean his cock, and got dressed.

He unlocked the cell and shoved Sybil inside with Franklin. He didn’t give her any clothes. He and his friend laughed and discussed Sybil’s body as they left.

“Are you okay?” Franklin asked as he knelt beside the abused woman. He took off his shirt and said, “My name’s Franklin. Here. Put this on.”

“I’m Sybil. I’ve had better days and, unfortunately, I’ve had worse.”

They both noticed his erection pressing against his trousers. He blushed. She didn’t comment about it. She thanked him for the shirt and put it on. It hung on her petite body like an adult’s poncho would fit a child. It helped but didn’t give her a complete sense of privacy because it was torn and had no buttons. The center of her body was exposed, and one of her nipples poked out a hole in the shirt.

They sat on the concrete floor. Cum leaked out of her hairless pussy. She asked, “Were you kidnapped?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think the others escaped?”

“I don’t know. Someone hit me from behind, and the next thing I know, I woke up here.”

“My sister and I and your friends made it out of the house. Before we could escape, a carload of gangsters pulled into the courtyard. It was pandemonium.

“My sister and your friends ran. I was captured. You and I were thrown in the back of a van and brought here.”

“You look familiar,” Franklin said. “There was a Sybil in my ninth-grade class in San Diego. Are you Sybil Miller?”

“I am. You went to Eastlake?”

“Small world.”

“I was there for just one year.”

Franklin and Sybil sat in the cell and looked at each other. She asked, “Were you the one they called Scout? You played football, right?”

“Yes. We were in the same homeroom in ninth grade. I remember your blonde hair. Do you remember Trudy’s birthday party?”

“The pretty redhead? I do. I don’t know why I was invited.”

“You got in the same way I did. Her mother invited the whole class. We talked. You were nice. I wanted to ask you out. I thought we could go to a movie. The next week at school, I tried to talk to you….”

“And I blew you off.”

She put a hand on his arm as tears ran down her face. She said, “At that time, my life was a mess. A living hell. My parents were drug addicts who were always being fired from their jobs for stealing or not showing up.

“We were evicted frequently, and often there’d be no food in the apartment. Anything of value was sold to get money for drugs. I’d come home from school, and the television, the couch, the necklace Grandma gave me for my birthday would be gone.

“My parents would do anything to get drugs. My father was a thief, and my mother was a whore.”

She sobbed. He scooted closer to her and put an arm around her. She cried on his shoulder and said, “My life was a nightmare. I dreamed of a normal life where I had a cute boyfriend, and I went on dates to the movies, the mall, or out to eat at The Olive Garden and The Cheesecake Factory.

“The thought that my date would see how I lived made me push all boys away. I knew my dad would ask him for money or my mom would come out of her bedroom naked after having had sex with some scary dude. I’d have killed myself if you or my classmates knew how I lived.”

She went silent and cried more.

After sobbing, she wrinkled her nose, sniffled, and said, “My life was horrible. I escaped by doing drugs.

“I ran with the wrong crowd, and I sold my body to pay for my habit. My parents died of drug overdoses, and I didn’t stop. It was only after my younger sister got into drugs that I got clean, went back to school, and became a contributing member of society.”

There was a lull in their conversation.

“Ninth grade was a long time ago,” Sybil said. She smiled. “My hair was shorter. It barely reached my shoulders, and I was barely a B cup.” She thrust out her chest and said playfully, “A year later, my boobs grew like crazy, and I ended up with these humongous things.”

She adopted a more serious tone and said, “You look the same, only better.”

Franklin smiled.

“You probably thought I was a bitch.”

“I did.”

Sybil chuckled and said, “We have some time on our hands while we wait to be rescued, ransomed, or killed. Why don’t we catch up?”

“Okay.”

“After graduation, you went to college, right?”

“Yes, I went to San Diego State. I was there for two years, then 9/11 happened. I dropped out of school and joined the army. I fought in Afghanistan and Iraq. After four years, I came home, finished college, and graduated with a degree in accounting. I work for a company in San Diego.”

“Married? Kids?” she asked.

“No to both.”

“Me neither. How did you end up in this mess?”

“Do you remember Roger Trevose and Charlie Shay? They went to Eastlake. We’re friends, and we get together periodically. Friday, we met for dinner, and Roger announced that he and Trudy Hoover are getting married.

“Charlie insisted we have an impromptu bachelor party in Tijuana. We were having a nice time, and then Charlie got a bug up his butt about seeing….” Franklin stopped talking and blushed.

Sybil looked at him and said, “Why are you embarrassed? A bachelor’s party in Tijuana would naturally include drinking to excess and naked women.” She studied his face and raised her finger to her lips while she thought. Suddenly she blurted out, “Did you guys go looking for the donkey sex show?”

His red face got redder as he nodded sheepishly. She laughed and said, “Don’t you know that’s a myth?”

“Real or not. I didn’t want to go. I was outvoted.” He shrugged his shoulders and continued his story. “A cabbie said he could take us to one. Instead, he took us to Carlos, who announced we would be held for ransom.”

She commiserated with him and said, “One misstep can lead to so much trouble. That’s the story of my life.

“I didn’t know that my mother and father were druggies when I was a kid. Maybe it got worse or I just noticed things as I got older. By the time I was in high school, they were out of control. That’s why I brushed you off and didn’t date anyone.

“I never knew what they would say or do. I couldn’t risk a boy picking me up for a date or have a friend come over to our house. My mother might be naked in the living room, giving her dealer a blowjob. My dad could be passed out on the driveway.

“Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my parents died of an overdose. I was a wreck. I barely managed to graduate high school, and then I did the thing I’d promised myself I’d never do. I started to use drugs to dull my pain.

“Soon I was a hardcore drug user and a prostitute.”

She frowned and showed him the track marks on her arms. “I used heroin.” She opened her mouth wide and said, “These are dentures. I used so much meth, my teeth rotted. I was lost in a drug-induced haze for four years.

“Finally, I had had enough. I went for treatment. It took me a year to get clean. Then, I went to community college and became a licensed practical nurse. I’m twenty-eight, sober, and employed.

“My grandmother called me on Friday and told me my sister, who also is a recovering drug user, was missing. We suspected that she was using again. I tracked her down here. Someone told me they saw her with Carlos. I went to him, hoping to rescue my sister, and ended up his prisoner.

“That’s how I ended up here with you, naked, raped, and praying to be rescued.”

Franklin gave her a compassionate look and said, “No one’s going to hurt you anymore. And when we are back in San Diego, I’m going to take you out to dinner, and a movie liked I wanted to in the ninth grade. This time, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Her eyes welled up with tears, she turned to him and hugged him tightly. He scooped her up, sat the little woman on his lap, and held her close. She fell asleep. They both did and they lay on the bare concrete.

Sybil woke and saw a young Mexican sitting in a chair on the other side of the bars. She said, “Guard, I need to use the bathroom.”

“Use the bucket, puta!”

“Rats.” she thought. “I’d hoped to trick him into unlocking the door.” She relieved herself in the bucket.

The guard stared at her, ogling her body. She saw a key hanging on his belt.

She went to the front of the cell and asked, “Can I have some water?” There was a bottle on the floor beside the guard’s wooden chair. He didn’t respond. She took off the tattered shirt and showed him her magnificent breasts, and licked her lips enticingly.

“Give me the water, and I’ll do something nice for you.”

“I can’t let you out.”

“I understand. Give me the bottle, and you can touch my boobs, or I’ll suck your dick.”

“How do I know you won’t try something? Maybe you bite me.”

“How could little old me overpower a big, strong man like you?” she said with a laugh. “But I get your point, and I’m really thirsty. How about this?”

She turned around, grabbed her ankles, and pressed her ass up against the bars. “There are no teeth in my pussy. I’ll let you fuck me in exchange for the water.”

He approached her cautiously. He glanced at Franklin, who was asleep on the other side of the cell. He warned her, “No sudden moves. Sex first. Then I give you the water.”

“Okay. Spit on your hand and wet your cock before you slip it in me.” She said it louder than she needed to. She licked her fingers and rubbed her vagina.

Franklin woke, and he took in the scene. The guard didn’t notice because he was staring at the beautiful woman fingering herself. Sybil looked at Franklin and brought a finger to her lips, signaling that he should be quiet.

The guard dropped his pants and underwear to his knees and shuffled over to Sybil. He wet his dick, stroked it to full hardness, and slid it into the American woman.

“Oh!” she moaned with false passion.

“Oh! Mi Dios!” he cried out as he penetrated her.

He fucked her. As he thrust into her, Sybil moaned and moved as if in the throes of passion. She let go of her ankles, reached back between her legs, and grabbed his pants. Franklin saw this.

She shouted, “Franklin, push him. Quickly!”

Franklin jumped up, ran over, and pushed the chest of the young man. The teenager saw him coming, tried to back away, but he lost his balance when his feet didn’t move because Sybil was holding them. He fell.

Franklin grabbed the feet of the flailing man.

Sybil turned around and got the keys. The young man started shouting.

Franklin got the guard’s feet lined up with the spaces between the bars. He pulled violently. His feet, knees, and skinny legs slid between the bars. His balls didn’t. The young man screamed loudly.

Sybil’s hands shook as she unlocked the door. Franklin quickly ran out of the cell and throttled the young man, silencing his cries.

They heard men running and shouting and shots being fired. Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and Carlos stood there with a gun. He pointed it at them.

Carlos didn’t speak. He stepped forward. One of his hands was pressed against his stomach. He pulled it away, and they saw blood.

Another shot was fired. It struck Carlos in the head. Blood and brains went everywhere, and he fell to the floor. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Franklin went to Sybil and said, “Get behind me.” She did, and they stared at the doorway.

Mexican policemen ran into the room carrying guns. One of them, an officer, asked, “Are you Franklin Steel and Sybil Miller?”

“Yes,” Franklin answered cautiously.

“Good. We are here to rescue you. These men will take you outside. Your family and friends are waiting for you at the station.”

“Oh, thank God!” Sybil hugged Franklin.

An ambulance was outside, Sybil and Franklin were examined and treated. Sybil was given something to cover her nakedness. They were taken to the police station and shown into the Captain’s office. He asked, “Were you kidnapped and held prisoner by Carlos Rodriguez and his gang?”

“Yes,” they both said.

“I’m sorry about your ordeal. You are free to go.”

“When do you think the trial will be?” Franklin asked.

“There will be no trial. Carlos Rodriguez and all the members of his kidnapping gang are dead.”

The door opened, and Charlie and Roger walked in. They smiled. Roger hugged Franklin and said, “Man, I’m glad you are all right.”

While Charlie was hugging Franklin, Roger turned to Sybil and said, “Your sister is okay. She’s in a hospital in San Diego. We will take you to her.”

“Thank you!” she gushed.

Charlie shouted, “We’re going home!”

^^^The following Friday night^^^

Franklin rang the bell to Sybil’s apartment. He was well dressed and carrying flowers.

She opened the door and exclaimed, “Hello! Those are beautiful! Come in, let me get them into water.” She took the flowers, gave him a big welcoming kiss, turned, and went into the kitchen. Franklin got an eyeful of legs.

She was wearing a very short schoolgirl skirt. It had a bright yellow plaid print that matched the jacket she was wearing. Under the jacket, she had on a matching yellow sweater over a white top. On her feet, she wore clunky black shoes and white knee socks.

Franklin followed her. While she dealt with the flowers, she said, “Please read the letter on the counter.”

Franklin picked up a piece of paper and read it. It was a medical report. She said, “I thought you might want to know. I went to my doctor. I’m not pregnant, and I don’t have any STDs.

“Oh, that’s good.” He was embarrassed.

She turned to him quickly, causing her braless breasts to jiggled and swayed like water balloons. She said, “You saw me having unprotected sex with a kidnapper. I don’t want you to worry that you might catch something if we are intimate.

“Just as I might have concerns if I’d heard that you had sex with a working girl at an out-of-control bachelor party in Tijuana.”

“Err… Ah,” he stammered. “I wore a condom at the gentleman club.”

“Good to know,” she said and smiled. “I hope you’re open to a change of plans. Instead of going out to dinner and a movie, can we stay in? I’ve cooked a roast, and I have a movie.”

“Sure. So you cook. Great.”

“My mother wasn’t much of a cook. I was surprised to discover I enjoy it. It’s a good creative outlet, and you get to eat what you make.”

They shared a laugh. She said, “Since we almost went out in 1995, I thought we could watch a movie from that year.”

She twirled, her yellow plaid skirt flew up, and he saw the bottom of her ass. She asked, “Can you guess which movie I picked?”

He furrowed his brow and said, “There were so many good movies that year. Braveheart, Casino, GoldenEye, Apollo 13, Crimson Tide, and Toy Story.” I like James Bond movies, and who doesn’t love Woody. I hope it’s not Showgirls. That movie was so bad I was embarrassed for Elizabeth Berkley.”

“Clueless was released that year,” she said.

Franklin slapped his forehead and said, “Of course, you’re dressed like Alicia Silverstone’s character.”

Sybil jumped with joy and shouted, “Yeah! You worked it out.” He stared at her unrestrained bouncing boobs. She noticed and jumped a few more times. He ogled her. He raised his eyes and saw her watching him. He blushed and said, “Sorry for staring.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I wanted you to look. I have big boobs, and I didn’t wear a bra tonight. I wanted you to notice my feminine charms because, honestly, I liked you in ninth grade, and I like now.”

She stepped to him and kissed him. He kissed her back. She pulled him in tight and crushed her breasts against him. He loved it. He led her to the sofa; they sat and made out. He moved a hand to her tits, rubbed her large mounds, and she moaned her approval.

“Mmmm.”

He laughed gently. “I also believe that honesty is the best policy. If I’m honest with you, I have to ask you to remove your top and let me have unfettered access to your big, soft, bouncy breasts.”

She giggled and said, “I like our honesty policy. It saves everyone time.”

She shrugged off her jacket and pulled her sweater and top off over her head. Her pendulous breasts plopped into view. Her dark brown nipples were hard.

“God! Your breasts are fabulous. How big are they?” he asked, sounding like an excited teenager. “Oh God!” he groaned. “Forget I asked. That was so inappropriate.”

“No offense taken.” She giggled and said, “I know guys like boobs, and I purposely did a boob drop to impress you. They’re double D’s.” She shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to jiggle and shake.