The Madame and my guide shooed the girls off me finally and we went inside through about six layers of draperies and came to a big square room with a round bed in the middle and the usual mirrors all over the walls and ceiling. There were about ten or twelve guys sitting around the bed, stateside tourist types. One of them even had brought his wife along with him. She was too prim and plain-looking to be anything but a wife.

The show had already started, but I hadn't missed anything. This was only a preliminary act – warm-up for the main event. Two naked girls were going at it on the red satin bedspread, one of them was fucking the other man-style with a huge artificial prick fastened onto her lower belly by straps. I'd seen this kind of shit before and it didn't do a hell of a lot for me. The room temperature was about a hundred-and-nine degrees – they didn't have air conditioning in the brothels in those days and the tourists were all panting and sweating beads with the heat and the excitement. I pulled up a chair in the second row, away from all those steaming bodies. I figured I'd save my sweat for the donkey act.

Meanwhile the artificial cock was pounding in and out and the fat little broad that was getting it was thrashing all over the bedspread, pretending to have fantastic orgasms. I got more fun though out of watching the tourist's wife, who was sweating worse than any of the men and looked very uncomfortable. She kept one hand up to her face at all times as if she was afraid somebody from back home was going to walk in all of a sudden and recognize her.

The girls quit their dildo fuck abruptly and broke off connections to move into a new position, but just then the Madame popped in clapping her hands and sang out, "End of act one," or Spanish words to that effect.