I was a freshman in college in Austin and for some reason I decided to go to Nuevo Laredo with my roommate and his fraternity for the night. Only now, nearly twenty years later, am I coming to terms with what went down that night. I never talk about it. After the long drive straight down I we hit the border. We park the car and walk across.
The frat and I go straight for the bar, the first one we can find. The boys make a decision to meet back at the van at 4am. There are crumbled shacks lining both sides; they are all bars or rooms for the whores.
I tell her No and she moves down the bar to the next guy. One of the guys tells the brother he had her last year and she was amazing. A couple of other guys are drafted for venereal duty as the rest of us go to another bar. I ask the guy standing next to it if I can take its picture.
He says I can do whatever I want to with the donkey. We go in and see a nude girl dancing around. She takes a banana, peels it, and sticks it half way up her vagina. One of the lowly frat geeks dives down and does the deed. He had to ward off a couple of his brothers. What a sad sad sight. Then the announcer requests money for a special show. If we all chip in, the lady will pick up a full two liter bottle of Coke with her vaginal muscles.
Yeah yeah, big deal, of course everyone pays and cheers and gives high fives. This is what the place is famous for. Everyone puts in and they lead the donkey inside. Two guys lay the poor creature down on its back and hold its legs, one standing near the head and the other by the tail. The donkey barely struggles; it must have been drugged. The girl plays with its penis for a few minutes and it gets hard.
She then sucks on it for effect. The crowd is on the edge of their seats. The brothers know I have a camera and try to make me take pictures.
I pass, but give them the camera. Poor donkey, poor girl. She mechanically sits on its erect mule cock and starts bouncing. The crowd goes wild. I walk outside and watch the street. The boys stumble out, raving about the show. We hit another bar; I need another drink after that. That must have worked them up; they all sit at the bar, face the room, and wait for the girls. I bet those girls fuck about fifteen guys a night. I turn to my buddy Owen, my savior on this excursion, but there he goes too, with a real ugly one.
I think he was trying to sneak out without me noticing. I sit and drink alone, constantly telling the cycle of girls to leave me alone. After awhile they all get the message and quit bothering me. At 4am I head for the van and meet half the guys, the other half are still out. Two other guys leave to find him. Shortly after the original straggler shows up. Another guy volunteers to go find them, but nobody lets him leave.
Apparently they found a good pharmacia that opened at 7am, so they waited for it to open. Waited, I should say, with two more whores. Since I was the most sober, stone cold sober I might add, I drove the deviants home. They tried to give me directions, but I know how to drive in a fucking straight line, thank you very much brothers. I had half a mind to bypass the frat house and take them straight to the clinic for testing.
I think the humor of that would be lost of them though. We finally get home and I sleep for days. I still have that roll of film documenting everything.