Perfume and more of it.
It was a tit and bubble butt fest.
Most of the waitresses were imports from Venezuela and Colombia.
Modern medicine had gone a long way, I thought, as I drank a Red Bull mixed with lemonade.
The Mormon Brigade were working the room.
'Are you talking about cashed up Yanks down here for a sex holiday,' asked a middle-aged man, well dressed, with that air of Time Share about him.
Of course, I replied.
They didn't call this place the Big Tit Brigade for nothing.
Some smart cookie started recruiting cam models from Chatubate.
The star-studded selection put the current gene pool of Holly Wood porn stars to shame.
'Noted,' said Max, who was thinking of opening up a porn studio in LA. 'It would be an ideal safe house and a place where we could verify the skills of agents.'
Oral skills, you mean?
'Start getting names, flash cash and hand out our cards, I've got just the right building in LA we can rent, it's all set up, an old CIA studio that's hasn't been in use since the time of McCarthyism.'
Did I really want to go to LA?
And was making porn movies my vocation?
'You think too much,' said Bianca, who happened to overhear our conversation. 'Great work helping the Caravan to the Border, just want to thank you in a very personal way for your bravery.'
I could only imagine.
'Don't,' she said, as she used her mouth and tongue to suck out some wax in my ear.
That was totally new to me.
'And in public,' said Bianca. 'I've ear fucked many statements before, if you want a confession, then they'll give it to you after some good wax sucking.'
Eventually, you'd reach a stage when there's no more wax inside.
'That's right,' she said,' that's when I start sucking out brain cells if I feel that way inclined. They usually feel light headed and think more clearly, let's say I take out all the cluttering thoughts so that can focus on the job of satisfying me.'
I handed her a bunch of greenbacks.
'Down payment,' said Max, who patted me on the back as he looked admiringly at Bianca in a pink gown. Her boobs were floating in the ice-chilled room and her 2-inch nipples were challenging every man in the room to look at them.
Then three gorgeous girls walked up, tackled me and tried to tickle me to death.
They were dangerous,one of them was trying to suffocate me with her humongous boobs.
Bianca had to break up the fight.
I was told later that they were trying to endear themselves to me.
But I figured that out immediately.
I had already handed Bianca a grand in greenbacks, and Clara, Sheila, and Julia wanted some too when they saw me blatantly buying her off.
I said hold your tits, I meant horses, and started peeling off notes from the wad of them I had in my hand. They each received a grand and were more than keen to be recruited for the great cause of humanity, fighting evil and letting me give them banana boats when I fancied.
'Do it now,' said Sheila, and I obliged.
The Mormon Brigade watched on.
They were also peeling notes and were about to indulge in their fantasies.
Only in Honduras, you ask?
Apparently in Bolivia, too, said Max, which was where we were heading next.
It was a tit and bubble butt fest.
Most of the waitresses were imports from Venezuela and Colombia.
Modern medicine had gone a long way, I thought, as I drank a Red Bull mixed with lemonade.
The Mormon Brigade were working the room.
'Are you talking about cashed up Yanks down here for a sex holiday,' asked a middle-aged man, well dressed, with that air of Time Share about him.
Of course, I replied.
They didn't call this place the Big Tit Brigade for nothing.
Some smart cookie started recruiting cam models from Chatubate.
The star-studded selection put the current gene pool of Holly Wood porn stars to shame.
'Noted,' said Max, who was thinking of opening up a porn studio in LA. 'It would be an ideal safe house and a place where we could verify the skills of agents.'
Oral skills, you mean?
'Start getting names, flash cash and hand out our cards, I've got just the right building in LA we can rent, it's all set up, an old CIA studio that's hasn't been in use since the time of McCarthyism.'
Did I really want to go to LA?
And was making porn movies my vocation?
'You think too much,' said Bianca, who happened to overhear our conversation. 'Great work helping the Caravan to the Border, just want to thank you in a very personal way for your bravery.'
I could only imagine.
'Don't,' she said, as she used her mouth and tongue to suck out some wax in my ear.
That was totally new to me.
'And in public,' said Bianca. 'I've ear fucked many statements before, if you want a confession, then they'll give it to you after some good wax sucking.'
Eventually, you'd reach a stage when there's no more wax inside.
'That's right,' she said,' that's when I start sucking out brain cells if I feel that way inclined. They usually feel light headed and think more clearly, let's say I take out all the cluttering thoughts so that can focus on the job of satisfying me.'
I handed her a bunch of greenbacks.
'Down payment,' said Max, who patted me on the back as he looked admiringly at Bianca in a pink gown. Her boobs were floating in the ice-chilled room and her 2-inch nipples were challenging every man in the room to look at them.
Then three gorgeous girls walked up, tackled me and tried to tickle me to death.
They were dangerous,one of them was trying to suffocate me with her humongous boobs.
Bianca had to break up the fight.
I was told later that they were trying to endear themselves to me.
But I figured that out immediately.
I had already handed Bianca a grand in greenbacks, and Clara, Sheila, and Julia wanted some too when they saw me blatantly buying her off.
I said hold your tits, I meant horses, and started peeling off notes from the wad of them I had in my hand. They each received a grand and were more than keen to be recruited for the great cause of humanity, fighting evil and letting me give them banana boats when I fancied.
'Do it now,' said Sheila, and I obliged.
The Mormon Brigade watched on.
They were also peeling notes and were about to indulge in their fantasies.
Only in Honduras, you ask?
Apparently in Bolivia, too, said Max, which was where we were heading next.
