“It takes a lot of money to break into the music business. My family are not in favour of my music. They want me to go into the family business. I have an education. I graduated from the University of Guadalajara in business. But I will never join the family business.”
The waiter interrupted their conversation to take their order. Omar ordered a Pacifico. Layla pulled out a cigarette and the waiter lit it for her.
“You better give up smoking or you’re going to need a facelift!” Layla threw a piece of lime at Omar. He caught it mid-air.
“Seriously, I want to play music and I will do whatever I have to do to make it happen.”
Layla sipped her white wine, thinking about Omar’s ‘whatever it takes’.
“What about you, Layla. What’s your passion? Why do you want to talk to Mexican boys who give pleasure to women for money?” He brought the lime to his full sensual lips and sucked on it.
She was momentarily taken aback. Tables turned, and a question she was not quite certain she knew the answer to.
“Hey, I’m asking the questions here,” she laughed, “and stop sucking on that lime!” He smirked.
“I need food. What are we eating?” Omar grabbed the menu.
“Whatever you want.” She smiled, then motioned to the waiter to bring chips and salsa. Omar also spoke with the waiter and then he left them alone.
“I write. That’s what I do.” She continued her X-rated thoughts, momentarily imagining those luscious lips circling her hardening nipples. “I think about life, and I write about people and their lives, and what makes them do the things they do.”
“But who wants to read about the boys in Mexico?” Omar stretched his well-developed body along the teak lounge chair, his bulge visible through his tight black jeans.
“Well, I guess I’ll find out when I finish my story.” She cleared her head and brought her mind back to why she was here.
“Antonio said you’d be okay with my questions.”
“Sure, whatever, as long as you pay for my time. Ask me anything.” Another Pacifico with tequila on the side appeared on the table.
“How about another drink, Layla? I know I work much better with tequila. Join me, Señorita, and I will tell you all my secrets.” Far too charming, far too dangerous, just the way she liked it.
“Sure, why not? I’ll have another glass of wine. So, tell me, Omar, what makes you so good at what you do?”
“Ah, how should I answer that? Let me think. I have been giving pleasure to women since I’m fourteen years old. My parents sent me to the American School in Guadalajara for high school. There was a teacher from San Francisco, an older woman about forty now and she really liked me a lot. I could tell. She used to help me with things and I would stay after school for her advice. I was always tall for my age and because I lived in the States and my family had money, I was older in my ways than other kids in my class. She was my first lover.” Omar smiled, displaying expensive dentistry.
“Did you say you were fourteen?” Layla was stunned. She had read about a woman in the States who’d had a child with a Mexican boy who was thirteen, still a child himself. She’d ended up in jail for statutory rape.
“Uh, huh. Fourteen. She taught me how to make love to a woman. And I liked her a lot. I still see her when I go home to Guadalajara. She teaches English Literature at the American School. Hey, Pablo, cómo estás?” Omar did the Mexican handshake with a friend. His friend looked Layla over. Does his friend mistake her for a client?
“Qué pasa, Omar? How come we haven’t seen you at Señor Frogs this week?” Pablo smiled at Layla, waiting for an introduction.
“Very busy. This is my friend, Layla. Layla, meet Pablo. Sometimes Pablo plays music with us.”
“Sí, you should come, Señorita, and hear us play. We’re very good! Okay, Omar. I see that you are busy. Call me. Hasta luego.”
“Where do you play, Omar?” Layla thought about her double entendre.
Omar smiled. “I play everywhere, Señorita, but when I play music it’s late at night, after hours until about six in the morning. There’s a little bar near Basilio Badillo in Old Town. Would you like to come one night? Usually I play Friday, sometimes Saturday, the days the tourists are checking in and out, so it doesn’t interfere with business.”
“Yes, that would be good. I don’t want to take too much of your time, so I will ask you a few more questions and if it is okay with you, we can get together again.”
“How do women find you, I mean, how do women who want to pay for sex find you? Do you use an agency? Or what?” Layla checked her recorder to be certain it was working properly.
“I have an agency, but I also freelance. Word of mouth.” Omar stopped and stared at her mouth, then laughed.