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There's this movie trope, where anywhere near Mexico has this orange tint. Sounds dumb but it makes sense when you're from there. It's always hot here. Blistering border sun, unforgiving and everywhere. The river under the bridge, inviting all to take a dip. And the stone buildings in that cream colored faux bricks, housing border patrol agents in their tiny air conditioned tolls.

Ace leaned her back against the metal rail, still about 20 steps away from where the awning provided some sort of reprieve from the sun. She checked her watch; 2:41pm. 103°F. Clear skies, with 0% chance of rain all week. She looked up, even behind the super dark tinted glasses, she had to squint. The culprit of her red skin just a dime shape object in the sky.Last night it was still hot. There is no escaping that around here. The cantina was busy, Friday nights always are. US tourist hopping over to enjoy cheap beer, pretty latina women, and good food. She couldn't blame them, she came here for all the same reasons. Unlike them, however, she was purchased.

When was the last time you had sex? Don't tell me, I don't care. But for most people, you can pick and choose. Of your own volition, you decide, pick your partner and have at it. Maybe a long term partner. Maybe a one night stand. Maybe a sloppy drunk call to a willing ex. Yet you choose.

"Señorita," a voice right at her ear, cutting through the loud chatter as people rooted for their soccer team of choice. "Está en el segundo piso, la llevó?" Ace finished the shot she ordered, tossed down $10 USD and nodded.The building was relatively worn, a prime spot for tourist and locals. Cracks were showing and the landlord special coating of paint covered the door that lead past the bar. Once past it and the door shut, the constant chatter was dulled. The man stood next to Ace, maybe 5'2" and looked like he just got off a job site and came here. He made a motion with his hand, showing her that she should go on ahead. She did so, 14 stair steps and then a wooden door. He opened it, keeping his eyes down. "Pasé." .

The room was no better than the rest of the building. Starting to fall apart, just in a different shade of white. A jerry-rigged canopy bed on the far end. Ace saw her legs before she saw the rest of her. Long black stockings that met red heels. Ace followed them up till she laid eyes on the client. She was a thicker woman, in a tight fitting black dress. Her hair pinned up with one of those clips. She smiled sweetly, "I hear you were pretty, I never had a white one like you," her English was pretty good, and Ace couldn't lie, she liked when they had thick accents. Ace bowed slightly, "Señorita, I'm at your service. I can speak Spanish if you like." The woman stood up, and sauntered over to Ace, putting one hand in the middle of her chest. "No no, I like you speaking English. Not like we speak it for too long." Her eyes sizing her plaything for the night. .

"NEXT." Ace snapped out of it. Front of the line. She guessed she just went into auto pilot. "Passport." The guard made no eye contact, just typed away. She placed the passport in the little dip on the counter. He took it and looked it over, finally looking up to Ace.

"Reason for travel? Business, pleasure?"

"Pleasure."

"Anything to declare?"

"No."

The guard took a few more seconds before jotting something's down. Ace looked over to the line, maybe an hour wait. The passport was put back in the dip in the counter, "Welcome back." He said dryly "NEXT."Slipping the passport away, she pulled out her phone while walking over to the concrete sitting area. "Hey. I'm back. Requesting pick up. Hidalgo - Reynosa crossing" The call ended. She sat down under a metal awning watching as people came and went. .

"You wear too much. We don't need." She tugged at Ace's shirt. She did as commanded. Taking things off slowly until she was just in her bra and boxers. "Do you have things you want me to use? Or are we just going to do this the old fashioned way?" Ace smiled to her, she had already made her way back to the bed. "I thought you bring toy?" She seemed confused. "I don't travel with my equipment, not even the things I can wear. Never know when the crossing agents want to check. Last thing they need to see is, well, sex toys." The woman giggled. "Yes very hard to explain." She smoothed out her dress. "I don't have toys. Is it problem?" Ace smirked. "No. I can improvise." She walked closer. "Just a couple of rules." She got close to the woman's face, less than an inch away from her lips. She spoke softly yet sternly. "Red is our safe word. If I do something you don't like, yell red, and I will immediately stop." Ace was now gently pushing her forehead against the woman. Slowly pushing her into the bed, Ace's hands at each side of her head. "And you don't touch me below the waist. Comprendé?" She nodded. "Good. Now, you wear too much clothes." She jokingly mocked, they both chuckled before Ace stood up, grabbing the bottom of her dress and pulling it down, slowly revealing her playmates chest.

A loud honk woke Ace out of her trance. She checked her watch; 4:18pm. She stood up, patting her pockets. Phone, passport, pack of cigarettes, and some money. Making her way to the jeep she went over what her report would say. Time entered, time ended, methods, and overall encounter status. Her clients review was already probably submitted.Mike slapped the seat as Ace opened the door. "O-La, get in, let me get you some food." He was chipper, like always. Ace got in and off they went. "Another border bunny. Man, you seem to be a hit with the ladies on the other side." He joked smiling over to his passenger. "Then again, bird of a feather am I right?" Ace dropped her head a bit to look over the rim of her sunglasses. He wore that same goofy smile. "Come on. Give me something. I would say you need to get laid, but obviously that doesn't seem to work." He quipped. Ace cracked a smile. What a stupid man and his stupid jokes. But Mike took it as a win. "Haha, knew I'd get your ass. Now what are you feeling?" He asked waiting for his turn to get on the busy 23rd Street. "Got a light?" "Nuh uh, no sir. No smoking in the car" he sliced his hand up. "Micheal. I just had to preform finger origami for four and a half hours. I had to use a rotary phone wire as a whip. I didn't even know people still had rotary phones. For the love of God, give me a light." Ace had already pulled a cigarette out and it was limply hanging out of her lips. "Nope." Mike pulled it out of her mouth and snapped it in half. "Tish will kill me if I let her prized lesbian stallion get cancer." Ace put a hand to her eyes and rubbed them. "How about a coffee and a gas station burrito?" Ace didn't move for a second. "Whatever."