C J Holliday
Her animal act
CHAPTER ONE
Right at my pussy, Paula thought, squirming uneasily. He's staring right at my pussy!
The shabby Mexican boy was about Paula's age, fourteen, kneeling at her feet, holding and applying polish to her loafer with little slaps and rubs, the Juarez sun beating down very hot on them that summer afternoon.
Paula regretted having stepped outside the leather-goods shop in which her parents were still browsing. She also regretted having worn her new short skirt. With her leg hiked up and the boy kneeling before her, she realized he could see everything! Of course she had panties on, and he couldn't actually see her blonde mound, but his hot gaze and amused grin unnerved her just the same. The dirty boy was seeing more of her than she'd ever shown her boy friend back home!
"Watch it!" she snapped. "You're getting polish on my ankle!"
He said he was sorry, but Paula doubted it from the way he chuckled. She wished she hadn't let him talk her into a shine, even though she did need one badly. What I don't need, she thought, is his big, brown eyes eating me up like they're doing! For a second she allowed herself the knowledge that the Mexican boy was darkly handsome, and during that second his gaze caressed her crotch quite pleasantly, actually starting her cunt on its automatic response and making it juice slightly.
But she stopped that nonsense by shutting her eyes and raising her pretty face so she wouldn't have to look at him. Tossing her long, blonde hair, Paula opened her eyes and glanced inside the shop. Her parents were dickering over price, the salesman talking fast as he pointed out the quality of the hand-tooled leather purse her mother wanted.
The sidewalk was teeming with other vacationing Americans. From three doors up music blared in spurts each time anyone entered or left the night club which seemed to be going full steam even though it was only the middle of the afternoon.
Shops and bars, thought Paula. That's all Juarez is.
She didn't like the border city. There was something about the looseness of both residents and visitors which threatened her. She couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was that made her uneasy, but it did affect her. She would be glad to leave in the morning and get back home to Tulsa.
"Senorita?"