David loved the smell of Tijuana. Years of sordid reputations, the collapse of more than a few governments, and endless efforts to give the city a new look left it a mottled patchwork of old Mexico, skyscrapers, technology, and seedy alleys. Along with a red-light district large enough to swallow Delaware. All with a distinctive flavor that brought a hungry mixture of desire and memories swimming in David's gut.
He watched the different districts pass from the back of the taxi. The Latino citizens swirled with brilliant colors, from the painted walls to the translucent dresses draped over dark flesh. Peppering the crowds were the customary uniform of slaves: nothing. Naked flesh presented in the simmering heat to highlight dark nipples, bare pussies, and dark manes of hair.
There were also men, just as naked, but David's eyes slid over them. Most of the slaves were male and labors at that. Men of muscles and tans so dark they looked black. But, David watched more for the Latino women with the heavy collars around their neck; the collars were as blatant about their role as mere objects as the bar codes north of the border.
“Señor, you like the girls of Tijuana?”
David looked up to the grizzled old man who drive the taxi. A closely trimmed salt-and-pepper beard gave the man a wise appearances, but his dark brown eyes twinkled with some endless amusement. Hanging from the rear mirror was a cross made of leather, stained with something dark.
David grin, “I always have, I loved coming here as a teen.”
“But, not recently?”
“No, things happened and… I never came back, I guess. But, I remember getting dozen of friends, packing up the van, and heading down here Friday and coming back Monday night in time for class.”
“Ah,” chuckled the man, “high school or college?”
David shared the grin. “High school.”
“Good times. We used to get a lot of younger students. Now days, it is the tourist or slave trades, you know what I mean? So, what brings you back to Tijuana's embrace?”
David considered not answering, but the man seemed to draw more answers from him. “High school reunion.”
“For the girls?”
“No, with my old class,” David laughed.
The man favored him with a serious look, somehow steering without looking. “Where are you from, señor? If you don't mind.”
“Old San Diego.”
The driver made a face, “Rough town. Before the earthquake?”
“Yeah…”
“I'm sorry, señor. I'm glad you made Tijuana your new home, at least for this weekend.”
David smiled and gestured to the crowded streets. “How could I not?”
“Well, I don't need to tell you about all the sights Tijuana has, do I? The lovely girls with tits the size of burro, the donkey shows. Or, if you lean toward blood, we are having one of the largest slave auctions of the year?” The man's eyes narrowed, “Dollars, not blood money, will buy you a slave. Make you feel like a blooded king, know what I mean?”
David cocked his head. “Sounds interesting.”
The older man turned back to thread the taxi between a wagon and an armored van. The yellowed car bounced off the van and shot across an intersection before diving back into the streets. David saw the driver looking at him in the mirror, then a different type of smile.
“You're blooded, aren't you?”
David's eyes widened in surprise. The old man chuckled and he shook his head.
“Don't worry, señor, but people with blood money always look at the señoritas differently than us common folk. Most common folks look at girls like that,” he pointed to a busy woman wearing a sun dress that barely hid in her tits and hips, “and you can see lust. But, blooded, they look as if they are appraising.”
“I'm not really into slaves.”
“No,” grinned the man, “But you still look at them differently.”
“I guess.”
“Well, no matter. We're here.”
The taxi careened through another intersection and burst into a parking lot. The old man drove past the lines of American and Japanese cars to pull into the sweeping driveway right in front of the hotel. David grabbed his bag from the seat next to him and slid out, slamming the door twice before it latched. Walking up to the driver side, he leaned over as the old man handed him receipt terminal. At the top, David caught the man's name: Carlos Ruiz. He thumbed the transfer, only thirty thousand dollars, a pittance compared to the overpriced hotel transfer van. With an afterthought, he added a twenty percent tip before handing it back.
“Thank you, Carlos.”
The old man's eyes glittered and he smiled broadly. He took the receipt terminal and set it aside, not even looking at the amount.
“A pleasure, señor, and if you need transportation for your visit here, please call him.”
“Deal.” David offered his hand and Carlos shook it firmly. David heard a beep as Carlos contact information transferred over to his personal computer. Releasing the hand, David nodded to the taxi driver and turned to the hotel.
Forty stories tall, the towering white building looked like a giant's tooth reaching out over the ocean. Looking to the side, David caught a glimpse of the ocean and beach. The white sands looked brilliant in the sun and the tourists peppered the pristine surface with the colors of tanned flesh and sunburns. David breathed in the smells of the ocean and sand, losing himself in memories of his teenage years.
A horn beeped at him. David turned as he stepped away to see a stretched limo easing around the driveway. As the limo came to a halt, four bellhops appeared to hold open the door. Inside, two pale, naked woman stepped out and stood by the door as a man crawled out and stood up at attention. He flicked his fingers and one of the slaves jumped forward to open the trunk.
David rolled his eyes, he hated the blooded who showed off.
Hefting his duffel bag, he headed into the revolving doors. A few minutes later, he rode the elevator to the nineteenth floor and his room. The doors to the elevator opened and David started to step out but someone blocked him.
A teenage girl, maybe eighteen, with light brown curly hair. She stood half a foot shorter than David and he let his eyes drop down to her roundish face. Then, without realizing it, his eyes continued further down her high, perky breasts covered by two pieces of fabric that barely covered her nipples. He found himself appreciating her teenage body and let his eyes drift even further down to the matching strip of fabric that covered her sex.
Then, he realized he wasn't moving and yanked his eyes up. The girl frowned at him, obviously seeing David as an older, lustful man. David felt a strange twisting sensation in his gut. He took a step to the side. “Excuse me.”
She frowned but paced back enough to let him pass. She clutched a small purse to her side, covering over the bow of her bikini bottom, as if David would go for it. She spoke with a States accent, probably Midwestern from David's guess. “Sorry.”
David bowed and headed down the hall, taking all his effort not to turn around and watch her through the closing elevator door. He could imagine her ass, rounded and straining underneath the thread-like strap of her bottom. He groaned and his manhood twitched at the thought.
When he heard the door close, he let out a sigh of relief and finally glanced down the hall. Not seeing the girl, he returned his attention to the numbers until he found his room.
Reaching down for the door, he felt the computer identify him and the deadbolt unlocking the door. He cracked open the door, then paused. Frowning himself, he looked down the hall back at the elevator.
“Where have I seen her before?”
He couldn't imagine how he knew a girl so young, but something about her hair and frown reminded him of someone. Pushing it aside, he slipped into his room and locked the door behind him.
The room didn't look remarkable. Like middle priced rooms in most hotels, it consisted of a single bed on one wall, a desk, and a recliner. A balcony right outside the window indicated the only amenities that David really wanted. Dropping his bag by the door, he padded over to the sliding door and opened it.
Warm, salty air blasted him and David moaned with pleasure. Stepping outside, he leaned on the railing and looked down. From his vantage point, the beach looked like a brilliant white crescent stretching along the entire bay. Blue and white waves crashed into the beach endlessly, washing over the darker dots that made up the people spreading out to cover every surface.
David nodded in approval. “Good plan, David.”
Returning to his room, he switched into a swim suit and grabbed a towel. He considered bringing something else, but changed his mind. Alone, he slipped out of his room and headed to the elevator.
“Oh my god! Is that you, David?”
The voice sounded familiar, but David couldn't identify it until he turned around. Coming out of the room next to his, he saw an older woman, in her forties. She had long, dark brown hair and steel-blue eyes with just a hint of wrinkles around the edges. Her smile stretched across her face and memories slammed into him.
“Mrs. Timber!”
She surprised him by rushing up and pulling him into a hug. Her soft body rubbed against him and he couldn't help feeling her large breasts grinding to his chest. Unsure of the proper response, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight until she pulled away.
“You've grown up so much!” She smiled and brushed some of the hair around her ear, just like she did when she taught him in AP History during the last year of high school. David gulped, remembering more than a few fantasies he had for her.
“How have you been, Mrs. Timber?”
“Call me Deb, David, we aren't in school anymore.”
“Okay, um, Deb, how have you been?”
She gestured toward the elevator, “Very good, actually. Heading down to the beach? I'm looking for my two daughters, Olivia and Lauren.”
David looked at her outfit. She wore a pair of dark blue shorts that stopped right at the middle of her tanned thighs. Above, she had a white tank-top that barely held in her large breasts. In the light of the room, David could see just a hint of her nipples peaking through the fabric. Underneath her outfit, she wore a navy once piece swimsuit with a keyhole opening right above her deep cleavage.
He grunted. “I figured we have a bit of time before any parties and I miss the beach.”
They walked toward the elevator. Deborah spoke cheerfully. “You were so into surfing, I couldn't imagine you ever leaving the beach.”
David smiled, but he didn't feel it, “Things happened and I had to get away.”
“Oh,” she came to a stop. Looking up, David could see the sorrow in her eyes, “I forgot about your sisters. I'm sorry.”
David shrugged and jammed the down button on the elevator. “Thank you. It hurt a lot, but I've… managed to work past it.”
The doors opened to the elevator. Together, they stepped in and leaned on the back wall. As the door closed, Deb moved to the side wall and looked him over.
“You seem happier. I remember you were such a bitter young man.”
David chuckled, “I seem to recall being rather angry at you. You did fail me a week before graduation.”
“You took summer school, but then… your sisters…”
“They died on that trip to Germany,” David felt his good mood dissipating, “the trip I was going to take when I graduated.”
“I'm sorry,” she said.
He shrugged, “Water under the bridge.”
The elevators opened again on the bottom floor. A pack of children ran into the lift screaming and David and Deborah slipped out. They walked next to each other out the back entrance of the hotel, toward the beach. David led the way, walking along a sandy trail toward the glistening beach. His bare feet stung on the sands but he could easily follow the well-traveled path.
Right at the edge of the beach, he spotted a sign written in Spanish on the left side, English on the right. The first brought a smile to his face, “Nude Beach. No Public Sex.” Below were warnings against glass, pets, and even motor vehicles. But, the last drew David's attention.
“No slaves,” he said in shock.
“Good,” snapped Deb, “I hate the blooded.”
David looked at her and saw a frown furrowing her brow. With a start, he realized he knew one of her daughters, the teenage girl at the elevator. The same frown graced both of their faces.
“Why?”
“Why!?” She turned on him, “How can you not hate them? They killed your sisters. Every time one of my girls goes out, I worry that I'm never going to see them again.”
“It doesn't happen that often.”
Deborah let out an angry growl. “Often enough that I worry.”
David kept his own emotions under wraps. “But, most of them come from the hunting grounds. That's consensual.”
“It isn't consensual! They pay teenagers a lot of money to risk their lives. Teenagers who don't know better or cherish what they have. It kills me to see their faces on the slave rolls.”
David shrugged, “At least they won't be here.”
She took a deep breath before answering. “Sorry, teaching history shows me that we are doomed to repeat it.”
“And where did we have people willing becoming slaves?”
She glared at him, “You should know that, it was your final paper. Coal mining, migrant labor.”
David chuckled, then gestured to the beach. “No coal mining here, why don't we just enjoy the sun?”
Her frown faded and she put on a smile. “I would like that. You are a good kid, David.”
“I try, Mrs. Timber.”
“Call me Deb,” she reminded him.
They walked even closer to each other as they walked the last bit of the path. Coming around the dune, David saw the beach spreading out in both directions. Sunbathers, naked and clothes, stretched out just as far, peppering the brilliant sand with their bodies. David saw more than a few attractive members just as many that weren't quite as good-looking at popular media insisted.
Deb looked around, then pointed to a bar down the beach. “Olivia said she would meet me there.”
At the bar, they didn't see her daughters. Deb circled around with a worried look on her face. David felt guilty as he looked at her face and the way she peered through the crowds. Obviously, their discussion of slavery remained in her thoughts. When she spotted a hunter, someone with blood money and a bright orange armband on her arm, she let out a gasp of fear. David followed her gaze, seeing the attractive older woman with a very large clearing around her in the sand. No one wanted to attract her attention.
“Oh god, do you think they are okay?”
David shook his head and patted her arm. Deb surprised him by grabbing his hand with her own, holding it tightly. David felt a surge of excitement rising inside him and tried not to think about anything outside of comfort.
Looking away, he spotted curly brown hair on a slender teenager. At first, he thought it was the girl he spotted at the elevator, but then he realized it was a different girl, but still one of Deborah's daughters. She had the same curly brown hair, but she stood taller than her sister. She was also skinnier with more angular cheekbones, but just as gorgeous. She wore a one-piece outfit with an exposed belly and two large rings that exposed her sweeping hips.
David cleared his throat, “She one of yours?”
Deb looked, then squeezed his hand. “Oh, thank god, that's Olivia.”
She called out to her daughter and they joined in the middle of the sand. Olivia looked David over, then at her mother with a grin.
“Looking for a young replacement already, mom?”
Deborah looked down at their hands and snatched it away. David grinned as Olivia's mother stammered, “No, not like that. It was crowded and he was one of my students.”
“Right,” drawled the girl.
Deb cleared her throat, “Anyways! Olivia, this is David, David this is my youngest daughter, Olivia. David was one of my brighter students but he…” her voice trailed off as she looked over at the hunter, “um, something happened.”
David spotted her other daughter thirty meters away, chatting with a naked man posing dramatically. He was Latino and obviously interesting in seeing her as naked as possible. David noticed that Lauren's ass did look as lovely as he imagined, with the thong of her bikini nestled between the smooth orbs of her buttocks. He chuckled to cover his interest and pointed so Deb and Olivia noticed. Next to him, his former teacher let out a long sigh of relief. Olivia ran over, dragging Lauren away from the guy.
“The beach is terrifying,” whispered Deb.
David looked over at her and gave a reassuring smile. “It really isn't that bad.”
She sighed and gave him a hesitant smile. “Easy for you to say, you don't have girls.”
“I had,” he empathized the word as he caught her gaze, “sisters.”
“Oh,” Deb gulped, “I'm sorry.”
David smiled, “Just… don't worry about it. There are thousands of teenagers out here and, even if yours got your good looks, there are just as many who still risk it to enjoy themselves.”
Deborah stared at him, her mouth half opened, then she smiled broadly. “My good looks? You think I look good?”
David blushed, “Sorry, I didn't mean like that.”
Deb stepped up to him, “Oh? I seem to recall you squirming in the back of my class.”
His blush got hotter as he remembered trying to discretely masturbate in the back of the class. “Yeah.”
She licked her lips. “You know, I'm not your teacher anymore.”
David was distinctly aware of that. He gulped and clasped his hands together, partially to obscure his growing hardness. Deb gestured to the sun. “There aren't any reunion things going on tonight, interested in dinner with us?”
He looked at the two teenage girls walking up, then to their mother. He smiled but kept his hands over his crotch.
“I would love to.”