The man approached her. He only had a hundred pesos in his pocket.
The woman looked at him. She was wearing a blue flowered dress, had a purse in her hand and wore jackal earrings.
-How much to go to that alley? -asked the man.
She did not respond.
-To that alley," he pointed, scratching his bald head. Bitch! Are you deaf or what?
She said nothing.
He looked at her from the bottom up. He scratched his cheek.
-So? I'm going to pay you well -he took her hand, she did nothing-, I'm going to pay you for the job -he took off his jacket and offered it to her as a guarantee.
She looked down both sides of the street. No one was coming in the distance. She picked up the sack.
The man reached into his pockets for something. Nothing. He searched desperately. Nothing.
She took a cigarette out of her purse and offered it to him. She pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette.
-So? -he insisted again, dropping his cigarette.
She said nothing.
-That's the way I like it," he said, rubbing his crotch.
The woman smoothed her dress and took him by the hand. Then she led him into the alley.
She pointed to the floor, he seemed to understand: he pulled down his pants and lay down.
The woman lifted up her dress to dazzle the man with her naked sex. Hairy, yes, slimy. A fleshy line.
-Start. Begin. Begin," ordered the man.
The woman knelt on her legs, grabbed the man's flesh and looked him in the eyes. Her mouth began to open, her cheeks tore down to her ears: the yellow teeth began to grow longer and longer and longer.
The woman bent down and began to devour the man's sex.
The next morning a boy found a hundred pesos lying on the floor. He picked them up and put them in his pocket.
Photography by Trang Doan
Mexican writer and editor (1997). Editor of Revista Tlacuache.