When working as a bar back I once watched a girl being gang raped. It wasn’t an actual raping of course, but it may as well have been in my eyes. It was disgusting. I worked at a tejano bar with a ghetto rap music bar connected. Being a red haired freckle faced surfer – I didn’t belong. But the money was good and the other bar backs were super cool, a close friend being one of them who got me the job. I hated when having to work on the ghetto rap side because making your way through the crowd was like committing suicide. One night one of the other bar backs was stabbed in the face with a broken glass. It was insane. I remember standing outside looking at him while waiting for an ambulance and thinking to myself, “Oh, so that’s what the inside of your face looks like.”
Surely if I saw this dude today his face would be severely scarred. After that happened I was like okay, the hell with this place, I need to find a new job. These guys were all Mexican and I’m the only white dude. If I was to get in a fight I’d surely be killed. I can’t die in a bar that reeks of vomit with a Big Pun song playing through the speakers.
I’m not a player, I just crush a lot!
Fuck that. No.
I never met any girls or really talked to any of the customers because they couldn’t figure out why the hell I worked there. Who the fuck was this Ginger? One side was tejano music filled with Mexicans dressed as cowboys and the other straight gangster hood. I enjoyed watching the ghetto Mexican girls dance and shake their fat asses to rap beats, but for the most part I didn’t exist to the people around me. Gangster dudes all faded on Hennessy would constantly stare me down. Every now and then one of their girlfriends would stare and talk to me like I was some kind of novelty. It was like a black kid seeing a white person for the first time. This only enraged their boyfriends/ baby daddy’s/ drug dealers/ murderers even more. If one of these girls started talking to me I would instantly turn around and walk away. This only made them want to talk to me more and just to be clear - these girls weren’t attractive or anything. Super, super, ghetto and trashy wearing twenty dollar black dresses and clear heels. Going to work was like entering a new world.
One night two attractive white girls must have gotten lost and ended up partying in the tejano side. I happened to be working this side and come closing time one of these white girls was completely smashed out of her mind. She was drunk, wanting dick and that’s exactly what she got. One by one I watched almost everyone who worked there go in the bathroom and fuck her for a few minutes. Apparently she was sprawled out on the counter top and these dudes ran a train on her. The other girl was just standing around waiting and wanting nothing to do with it. Each time a different dude would walk out of the bathroom and zip up his pants she would only shake her head in amazement over what was happening. Her friend was seriously whoring it out. I remember one of the doormen partaking in the fun. He was this super tall Mexican guy who always wore ironed blue Wrangler jeans and a black cowboy hat. Probably in his late 40’s. He came out of the bathroom and screamed in amusement like he’d just roped himself a calf. I preyed no one would ask if I wanted a turn (not that they would.) This was their thing, not mine. I would have said no of course and it would have turned into that kind of situation where it’s like, “No, you’re going to do this or we’re gonna kick your ass.”
I had absolutely zero interest in discovering what this poor girl looked like on the counter top with her thighs spread apart. I pictured her by the sink with maybe an arm in it. Nightclub bathrooms are typically disgusting and the counter tops are always wet and shit. Barf. It’s here this woman chose to be fucked by 8 different Mexican men who probably wouldn’t piss on her if she was on fire.
Eventually the last dude blew his load (probably inside her) and she came stumbling out and giggling to herself out of embarrassment from her friend. I would see this girl at other 18 & up clubs with my friends and it was like seeing a walking talking pile of shit. She was so disgusting in my eyes. I couldn’t even stand near her. She was a very pretty girl, too. Probably married today and little does Daddy know his wife once let a dozen different dudes stretch her out. I realize this story isn’t funny, but it’s true and that makes it worth telling. This chick can take on the different dicks better than I could surf in a contest. If this were a contest of who can make me vomit the quickest, she wins. Hands down.
Unbelievable.
And I’m not being sexist. I believe a woman should have just as much sex as the next guy, but you don’t see me allowing eighteen different housekeepers run a train on me. Thinking back, if I would have walked into that bathroom and attempted to have sex with her she’d probably be like,
“Ew, you’re not Mexican! You’re probably not even going to spit in my face after and call me a white bitch.”
Not that’s how Mexican dudes have sex with white chicks – I’m just saying. Or then again, maybe she was too drunk to really understand what was happening. All she knew was it felt really, really, good and no one would ever find out.
Uh huh, right.
Like her best friend watching didn’t tell everyone she knew. I’m pretty solid when it comes to keeping important secrets and even this would be tough for me. You know that bitch begged her friend to keep quiet the entire drive home. She probably also called her a bitch for not joining in.
“Girl, you need to open up that pussy and let the world in!”
Or I don’t know, is that how girls talk to each other? Do women talk about their pussies together? I imagine that conversation being pretty fucking disgusting because this would probably only go down when something was wrong with it. Like a god awful yeast infection or weird colored secretions. I’m serious. Google the words “weird colored secretions” and I guarantee every topic will be vagina related. Pussies are super gnarly and capable of some nasty shit. I’m amazed I’m still in love with them.
Or at least I used to be. After watching this poor girl being gang banged I had to take a step back and question my girlfriend at great lengths about her sexual past.
“You can tell me, seriously. I’m not going to think any differently of you. Honest.”
Uh, huh.
