Ellie's Mexican Vacation
(All characters are 18+)
Tourists flock to the tropics to escape the icy winter months of the north, finding solace in the sun. There are plenty of hot spots in the south to choose from: the Bahamas, Jamaica, Bermuda, the Caribbean Islands, the Mexican Gulf Coast, and the Pacific Coast to name just a few.
If you follow the highway from La Peñita to Boca de Tomatlan as it winds its way through the hills and valleys along the Pacific, you'll see quaint little fishing villages, and extravagant resorts along the way. Eventually, you'll pass through Puerto Vallarta which was made famous by the movie, Night of the Iguana and infamous by movies like Predator.
Puerto Vallarta presents itself with a pleasing mixture of old and new. Paseo de las Palmas, Walk of the Palms, is the main road through the city and it is lined with hotels, restaurants, gift shops, and bars while narrow cobblestone alleyways wind their way up the hillside and fade into the Sierra Madres.
However, behind the Picture Post Card facade, there lies a seedy underbelly, lurking in the darkness, waiting to consume the careless and naive.
It all started for Ellie one warm tropical evening in the Hotel Zone. The moon was full and a cool breeze drifted across Banderas Bay, rustling the fronds of the palm trees that lined the boulevard. Ellie strolled down Francisco Medina Ascencio, walking back to her Resort after an evening at the Monkey Business Bar.
Ellie was mesmerized by the ambiance of paradise, taking in the beauty of the night, the moonlight along the bay, and the fresh air. She walked barefoot, sandals under her arm, a solitary figure on the boulevard except for the occasional taxi, driving by to end their shift. It was only 15 minutes on foot to the hotel and the night air was a refreshing relief from the crushing heat of the day and the suffocating atmosphere of the bar.
The Municipal Patrol were making their rounds and rolled slowly by in their military-style pick-up truck. The Policia turned their attention to the lone pedestrian on the walkway in the white sundress. Ellie watched them out of the corner of her eye, until their faces disappeared into the darkness as they made a U-turn. They circled the median and pulled up to the curb behind her.
The headlights of the truck shone through her loose-fitting cotton dress. The bright lights traced an outline of her slender figure against the black sky, creating a silhouette of luminal art. Because of her red hair and freckled face, Ellie was used to turning the heads of Mexican men. She stood out among the tourists and even more so among the locals. She was like a beacon in the night, a white marble in the dark sand, sometimes attracting more attention than she wanted.
She ignored the Policía for a time until she couldn't hear the crackle of their tires on the road debris and the headlights of the pickup remained stationary. She turned around slowly and shaded her eyes against the glare. The doors of the truck slammed shut and two Municipal Police approached with deliberate purpose. A young man trailed behind a chubby little man dressed in a blue uniform with his police cap strategically dipped below one eye.
"Buenas noches, señorita," the older officer spoke with some authority.
"Buenas noches."
"Cómo estáis esta noche?"
"Sorry... I..." She hesitated.
"Lo siento, no hablo español," she blurted out, her tongue barely forming anything that resembled Spanish.
"Ahhh, sí... Where are you coming from, senorita?"
"From the bar, just over there, Monkey Business," she said as she pointed down the street.
"You are a guest at one of our Resorts?" He asked when he noticed her wristband.
He approached and slid her shoulder bag off of her arm without hesitation.
"Yes," she said as her eyes watched her bag being claimed by the officer.
The police always made her nervous, even more so now because she wasn't sure of what to expect in a foreign country.
"How long have you been in Mexico?"
"Seven days, we're here for ten days and we'll be going home Sunday."
"... and who are you staying with?"
He opened her bag and fumbled through the contents, his young partner flanked Ellie cutting off any retreat, which seemed a bit absurd to her because she wasn't about to bolt down the street barefoot, in her short sundress. He found a cigarette package and tucked her bag under his arm. He pulled a poorly rolled cigarette from the package and passed it under his nose.
"I'm here with my friend... my boyfriend. He's back at the Resort. He's not feeling well so I went out... by myself... I'm just heading back now," she said, her eyes nervously watching the old officer.
"Narcótico!" He said as he took her by the arm and escorted her to the side of the truck.
He emptied the essentials from her purse on the hood: keys, cosmetics, wallet, gum, sunglasses... A tube of lip gloss rolled across the hood and clicked against the pavement. The young officer knelt behind her to scoop up the container. Not wishing to miss an opportunity, his eyes followed the curves of her bare thighs up her short dress. He only caught a glimpse of her white cotton panties before Ellie noticed the leering gaze out the corner of her eye as much as she felt it. She dipped her hip, putting her knees together, and stood on one foot.
"I only have one," she said in an attempt to explain the joint while she ignored the young man's lechery.
"No problem, senorita, no problem."
The young officer stood up as his partner put his palm against the small of Ellie's back and pushed her against the fender.
"Palms on the hood señorita. What else do you have?"
"Nothing else. That's it. Everything is in my bag!"
"Everyone only has the one that I have found," he chuckled.
He combed his finger through her long red hair, behind her ears, and then he fluffed her hair over her shoulders. His chubby hand followed her neckline, over her shoulders, under her arms, and then cupped her small breasts, giving them a firm squeeze.
"Hey! I'm not hiding anything," she said as she clenched her arms over his wrists in subtle protest.
"Sin sujetador, senorita... no bra!"
"No hay problema," he said as he pushed her arms back up and pinched the seam of the bustline, feeling for any concealed contraband.
