plenty of condoms in the nightstand drawer. Tools of the trade. I picked up the glasses and wiped the mouth of them clean, knowing that the dishwashers in the kitchen didn't bother to make sure that every glass was spotless. Certain that the room was ready, I opened the door and walked back downstairs to find out when Luis expected the visitors.
A few folks had filtered in off the street, mostly locals, and most of them men who worked for Don Roberto. I knew that they got steep discounts on their cerveza and tequila, and Don Roberto got the benefit of their muscle -- and their guns -- if there happened to be a problem. I was glad that I was too valuable a whore to have to sleep with the majority of the men in the bar. I was one of the top girls, and Luis saved me for the important customers ... and for himself.
"When do you expect them?" I asked after I'd located Luis near the door.
I heard the thunder of motorcycles echoing off the streets and buildings, all packed together, and as the noise became deafening as the motorcycles drew nearer, Luis looked at me.
"They're here."
Chapter 4
Moses
T he three of us rolled up to Lupita's, and I was looking forward to a drink, a shower, and a fuck ... in that order. It had been a long ride, and the rain we'd hit just before the Mexican border meant that we weren't just dusty. We were filthy. As loud as our bikes were, I figured that Luis would hear us coming and be ready. I didn't really trust him, but I knew that as long as our interests coincided with Don Roberto's that we were safe.
Luis stepped outside, and I could see his mouth moving, but I couldn't hear what he said over the rumble of three Harleys. I killed the engine and waited for Joker and Zeno to do the same.
"Amigos!" Luis said, arms spread wide in welcome. "Bienvenidos. Welcome." He waved a couple of his men over toward where we'd parked. "My men will watch your bikes while you are our guests. They will be safe, I promise you."
We'd stayed at Lupita's a few times before, and I knew we could trust that our stuff would be safe. No one in this neighborhood would dare cross Don Roberto. Even though I'd hoped for an invitation to the mythical hacienda that Don Roberto inhabited, I knew that upstairs would be a quiet, clean room, a shower, and a woman willing to satisfy my needs.
Joker approached our host, and they hugged one another, clapping each other on the back with great gusto.
"We're thirsty, hungry, tired, dirty, and fuckin' horny, amigo," Joker said to Luis. "Can you help us out?"
"On all counts, my friend. You know that Don Roberto takes good care of his guests."
We walked inside. The place was filling up, with several of the tables full and people waiting for drinks at the bar on the far side of the room. I saw several women I recognized, and I wondered if Luis had someone in particular lined up for me or if I would have my pick of the room. I turned to ask Luis when I heard a woman's deep and sensual voice behind me.
"Hola, senor. Welcome to Lupita's."
I turned and managed to catch myself just before my mouth fell open and made me look like a complete fuckin' idiot. Holy shit, she was gorgeous. I hoped she'd be mine for the night. She was dark-skinned, darker even than the other Mexican women I'd seen, and she wore a bright red shirt that didn't hide the skimpy black bra she wore beneath. She had full, luscious tits, and the jeans she wore didn't conceal a thing. Bright red lips and masses of dark, curly hair made her easily the most exotic woman in the place. I wanted her immediately.
"Cat playing with your tongue, señor?" she asked with a coy smile, messing up the American idiom a bit.
"Sorry," I said, shaking my head and hoping like hell that she was the one Luis had picked out for me. "It's been a long day, and I could use a drink."
"It will be my pleasure to get you anything you require. Luis has instructed me that I am to take care of you for the entire evening, if you like."
"Oh,