Tetas Retorcidos

You exit the United States and pull up to Mexican customs. Before the customs agent can even speak, Tina goes into action.

She stares into his eyes. “You like us. There is no need to search our car.”

The man’s eyes go wide for a moment. Then he smiles. “Enjoy your vacation in Mexico. Buenos noches.”

As you pull away, Gwen scowls at Tina. “I could have done that.”

“Yes, but we would have ended up with a two day orgy. Hardly inconspicuous.”

Gwen gives an inhuman hiss. “Just an hour and a half to the bar.”

The tension in the car is intense. You are on the edge of your seat the entire trip. The hour and a half feels like ten.

Finally, you pull into a parking lot to the bar. Neon lights proclaim ‘Live Girls’, a decorative sign says Tetas Retorcidos. You step out with Gwen and Tina on either side of you. Gwen is licking her lips. Tina looks like a hawk seeking prey.

You enter to the song Cherry Pie playing. Naked dancers gyrate on three stages. The dancers are surprisingly hot and the place is dark, crowded, and smoky.

You take a seat near the stage. A number of people stare appreciatively at Gwen and Tina and at you with envy. If they only knew.

Gwen leans in. “My **** will be here shortly. We get to enjoy the entertainment for a bit.”

Tina eyes a girl on the second stage. She is of average height, thin, with ice cream scoop breasts. Her eyes are large, brown, and innocent. Her caramel skin is flawless and her face is that of a classic beauty.

As she steps off the stage, Tina smiles. “If we have time to kill, I’m getting a private dance.”

She glides up to the stripper and flashes a hundred dollar bill. The girl smiles showing pearly whites and motions her into the back.

You turn your attention to stage one where a Caucasian red head named Dash is strutting her stuff. You picture yourself taking her in missionary position, jamming your cock far inside her. She screams in pleasure.

You feel Gwen’s foot massaging your cock. Her toes are remarkably nimble. You turn to her.

“Stop that.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t want it. I’m so much better than that simple human bitch.”

You push her foot away, wondering how long before you give in to her advances.

Tina reappears from the back and saunters up to the table. She looks even sexier. You realize she is less pale. As she sits she caresses your hand. Her hand is warm.

A few minutes later the stripper Tina went in with emerges. She looks gorgeous. Her her falls in perfect radiant curls. Her waist is slimmer and her breasts are more like a sundae than a scoop. Her skin is pale caramel perfection. Dark eyeshadow highlights her wide eyes, which look more predatory than innocent.

She grins at you.

You love fangs, they make you hot. You love vampires. You love Tina.

You feel your cross grow hot. You push her out of you head. You hope you resisted her.

She stops a the table. “Hello, I am Pandora. I put the three of you on the VIP list, since Tina was so good to me.” She looks at you and purrs. “Is there anything you’d like to drink? Consider it on the house.”