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Chapter 2
La Chaba was the newest and most unique nightclub in Juarez, Mexico. It had been open for less than a year, but its success was unquestioned. It occupied a nondescript two story building that sat on the corner of ordinary streets just off the edge of an abandoned industrial area. The innocent looking structure appeared to be a deserted factory. The outside veneer was a combination of brick over cinder block, and the new owner had done no renovation. The graffiti had been left unwashed, unpainted, untouched. For the most part nothing had been done to change the building’s appearance. It had been bought “as is” and had been left “as is.” People often passed the unremarkable entrance with its double metal doors still covered in colorful spray painted images. They passed without noticing that behind these doors was an erotic experience few could imagine. There were some subtle changes to the exterior windows, but these were easy to overlook. The first floor windows were neatly boarded up with plywood painted a flat black. New wrought iron bars, which prevented any kind of access from the outside or exit from the inside, had also been installed. The second floor windows had the same new wrought iron bars, but instead of boarding, the glass panes were thickly lacquered in black to prevent any light from entering or leaving the club unless they happened to be open. Evidence that this was a club at all involved two large men wearing stylish black suits with crisp white shirts and black bow ties who stood like old fashioned butlers just outside the doors. As customers approached, these men greeted them with less than sincere smiles, vice like grips for handshakes, and the occasional search for weapons or other contraband. Their size alone warned those who entered La Chaba did so at their own peril. This did not seem to discourage the throng of men and women who flocked there, night after night. Word of mouth had spread. Erotic pleasures beyond description, beyond the imagination, were available at La Chaba. It was clear that many people, both young and old, wanted to experience these pleasures. The owner of La Chaba was a former prostitute named Margaret, pronounced as if she were from France, with emphasis on a long “e.” But she was not French. Although born and raised in Mexico, she refused to reveal the exact origin of her heritage, and her European looks aided the ruse that she was indeed from France. Her legendary buttery smooth skin was ivory white with not even the hint of a sun-washed tan. Her natural hair color was auburn, not the usual ebony black of most Hispanic men and women, and even her emerald green eyes which had melted the resolve of many men suggested she was of European descent. Her major financial supporter, a man known as El Jefe conjectured that Margaret was the daughter of a Mexican prostitute and that her father was a white American, but, in fact, it didn’t matter to him where Margaret was from. He knew her to be both cunning and beautiful and believed she would make an exceptional business partner. Investing in a brothel with her as the Madam was tantamount to investing in her. La Chaba had turned out to be a shrewd and hugely successful business proposition, just as he had predicted. Margaret had designed her club to be more than just a mimic of an ordinary Juarez brothel. The décor of La Chaba rivaled even the expensive resorts that dotted the coastline of the popular Mexican Riviera. Incredible original artwork was tastefully sprinkled on the walls. Talavera pottery and hand painted urns and vases also enhanced the elegance of the club’s interior. The low barrel chairs, conversation tables, lounge divans, and bistro tables and stools were all handcrafted and very comfortable. Brass and crystal chandeliers were creatively hung throughout the room, with matching sconces along the walls that added enough additional light so that a customer could bask in the warmth of their glow. No matter where a person stood or sat, there were no shadows to darken the mood. A massive beautifully carved wooden bar stretched across the back of the first floor ballroom. The intricately etched wood, though mostly oak and mahogany, included parquet designs of mesquite and cedar carvings and moldings. It rivaled the beautiful prostitutes and waitresses for attention. A majestic forty-foot smoked mirror filled the center of the bar. It was tilted at just enough of an angle to downwardly reflect the light. It maintained the ambience of the room so well that not many people suspected that behind the mirror sat men armed with semi-automatic weapons, able to see the entire room, ready to respond to any trouble. Even with dozens of light bulbs illuminating the large room, the atmosphere remained subdued, and the noise level remained only slightly louder than hushed library quiet. The floor was covered with thick red carpeting that perfectly matched the red and gold wallpaper. Both provided excellent sound absorption, so extraneous noise quickly dissipated. Customers knew their conversations and negotiations with any of the exquisite prostitutes remained private and secure. The walls never talked. While the bartenders wore crisp white tuxedo shirts and black bow ties, the waitresses were adorned with only black bow ties and shiny black stilettos. All the girls were young, lovely, sexy and completely topless. Their skin varied in color from cocoa brown to light tan, dark ebony to milky ivory, but all possessed skin as smooth as alabaster. There were no visible tan lines, and there was not a single tattoo among them. Some of the waitresses wore satin black bikini panties, but most proudly displayed a smoothly shaved vulva or a very small patch or a thin line of dark pubic hair. Though these girls were virtually completely nude, they did not preen themselves in any way that seemed vulgar but went about their jobs tastefully and efficiently. Like the superb artwork, their nimble nude bodies were only there for customers to view and appreciate. The available prostitutes, all in luxurious sheer black lingerie that barely hid their supple bodies, roamed about the room. They greeted guests with practiced grace, informed visitors of the house rules, and pointed out the unique features of La Chaba. They were also trained and adept at determining which customers should be monitored. They had been instructed to inform any one of the half dozen white-shirted bow-tied bouncers which of the patrons might pose potential trouble. In the middle of the room was a round couch that had recently been upholstered with dyed red leather. If a scantily clad prostitute were not otherwise engaged in a conversation with a customer or a potential customer, she could be found resting on “The Round,” as it was called. She could be seen easily from anywhere in the room. The standard unwritten rule of all Juarez brothels was observed here; any girl sitting on the round red couch was available. With just a look or a hand signal, a man or a woman could request any of these prostitutes. The girl would then accompany the requesting customer to the bar or to one of the other sitting areas where drinks were ordered. Afterwards negotiations could begin. If a satisfactory agreement were reached, the customer and the prostitute would head for the stairs on the right hand side of the room where two large men were positioned. They were easily recognized by their dark suits, white shirts and, of course, black bow ties. They were there to collect the house fee before customers were permitted to accompany their chosen young ladies to a bedroom on the second floor. This fee could range from twenty dollars to fifty dollars or even up to one hundred dollars, depending on the customer’s sexual desires and the necessary length of time to fulfill those desires. With incredible accuracy an experienced prostitute could tell within minutes of meeting a customer the maximum fee that he or she would be willing to pay. But mostly the price depended on the age and beauty of the girl. Young, sensual girls were in great demand and could command very high fees for their services, and all of Margaret’s girls were, indeed, young and beautiful. For this reason alone, the prices at Margaret’s club tended to be higher than those of other brothels, but for customers, especially the many regulars, the exorbitant charges were never too high and the girls worth every penny. At the top of the stairs leading to the bedrooms were several women inspectors, usually older prostitutes who no longer serviced customers, whose job it was to inspect the men before they went any further. It was a house rule that clients were required to undress in front of an inspector. Their genitalia were examined for evidence of disease, and the customers were also examined for concealed weapons. The fee for the inspector was a non-negotiable five dollars, which included a condom at no extra charge, since this assured yet another house rule. Prophylactics were required. When services had been rendered and the guest had been completely satisfied, the prostitute would politely leave the bedroom to shower and to douche, but the customer was not ignored or abandoned. Two or three inspectors/housekeepers would enter the bedroom, gently wash and assist the customer in redressing, and then escort him to a private exit at the rear of the club or back to the main room on the first floor. The bedroom was swiftly cleaned, the bed changed with fresh linens, and the air sanitized to remove unwanted smells of smoke and body odors. ************************* Margaret’s night club had many of the same features that could more or less be...
