Mexican Hospitality

Another story written by myself and Fantasia Wild.

Action won't begin until a few chapters into the story, probably after chapter 3, but then this is the romance and not the erotica section :)

Please review, I need the feedback.


Analiza woke up and stared her ceiling and frowned, "Damn asses," she muttered as she rolled out of bed and picked up a broom. She then began slamming the broom against the wall, "¡Cierre para arriba allá! ¡I'm que intenta dormir!" she yelled. They had been playing music until so late the night before that her head had pounded to each beat. Then this was her wake up call, "¡Bastardos desconsiderad!" She dropped the broom and ran her hand through her long black hair before hauling her tired body over to the coffee maker and flipped the switch. She stared at it until it began leaking dark hot liquid into the coffee pot. She smiled.


Jordan Davis drove the small rental car down the dirt road. The ‘82 Datsun truck complained about the trip the entire way. Jordan was annoyed that it was all the rental company, if that's you could call it, had. He paid good money to get to this town, and it grated on him that he had to end it in a jalopy.

His first order of business was finding a place to stay. The clerk pointed him to what he said was the only motel in town. As he drove up, he assumed it must have been, as it was one of the better buildings in town. The truck rolled into the dirt driveway and it came to a stop in front of a faded sign that appeared to be Spanish for office. Unfortunately, Jordan never learned much Spanish.


Analiza pulled up around back of the "aficionado" motel and got out of her small Honda civic. Her lazy ass ex-husband had left it to her. Rather he was ordered to give her the motel and the car. Lot of good it was. The place needed everything repaired in it. She walked in and opened the window's office and sat down at the desk to check for messages and to see if the wake up calls were made. Noting that they were, she went for the messages. Same old crap. People trying to get her to sell the joint, telemarketers asking if she needed another credit card upon the eight she already had. She then went to the computer and booted that up. She opened her email and laughed bitterly at the "Enlarge your penis" emails. She then forwarded them to her ex-husband and went to check the financial status from the previous night.

Jordan pushed open the door and got out of the truck. As always, he gazed around, studying the faces of everyone in the area. It was his habit ever since his wife had taken his daughter, Angela, from him during a custody battle and left Ohio six months ago. For weeks, he thought he saw his daughter in every young face that he saw. Ever since wae was taken, he had been searching for her, finally tracking her credit card to a store in this town.

Grabbing his bag out of the bed of the truck, he rubbed the back of his neck and walked into the office. The weather was oppressive outside and he hoped at least that they would have air conditioning inside.

Analiza stood over the far wall and smacked the thermometer. Soon she heard the buzz of it coming on. The rooms would be cool in no time. She smiled at her negotiation skills and was about to walk back to the desk when she heard the door. She looked up to see a white man walking in. ~Perfecto Un hombre blanco~ she thought. "Hola, bienvenue a la aficionado. ¿Cómo puedo Ayudarle hoy?" she asked. She watched his eyes. Without smiling she stood and waited for his answer."

~Well, they don't have air here yet~ he thought as he walked up to the desk. The nice looking clerk at the desk rattled something off in Spanish. "No hablo espanol. Tu hablas englas?" Ok, he knew a little Spanish, but that was about the extent of it; learned some in high school a lifetime ago.

Analiza watched him for a second until she saw panic in his eyes before she spoke, "Yes actually," she said, "I speak English very well. What can I do for you today?"

He let out a sigh, "Gracias, I'm looking for a room for an indefinite stay, probably about a week. Just a single room please."

Analiza looked at the computer screen then nodded, "Ok," she said, "We have breakfast every morning at eight, we serve lunch and dinner." she handed him a key, "Room 503," she told him, "I don’t want the room thrashed."

He stared at her eyes for a moment before taking the key. They were very beautiful and he found her Latin features awfully pleasing to the eyes. Running a hand through his sandy brown hair, he looked at the clerk. "How much is the room per night, seniorita?"

"Seventy five dollars," she told him as she pulled up the high chair and sat down in front of the computer, "Name please?"

~Seventy-five dollars,~ he thought, ~that's highway robbery for this place.~ Well, he could certainly afford it, but it still annoyed him. "Jordan Davis."

She typed it in then looked at him, "Do you smoke?"

The comment brought a smirk to his face. "Only when set a fire." the look on her face told him she didn't appear to enjoy his stab at humour. "No Miss, I do not smoke."

She typed, "Kids or visitors?"

The smirk fell from his face. No, there weren’t any kids staying with him, yet. "I hope at some point, but none right now."

"Ok," she said, "Are you a vegetarian?"

Jordan wasn't sure what being a vegetarian had to do with anything, but he smiled. "Um... no, not a vegetarian."

"Right," she said, "Allergies?"

"Only one to penicillin but then I don't supposed anyone is going to sneak into my room to give me a shot of it."

Analiza shook his head, "I don’t suppose so," she said, "We are having a fiesta here tomorrow night, should we make you a dinner?"

"A fiesta in town, or here in the motel?" He didn't know, maybe they had like a fiesta night like some restaurants in the states have riblet Tuesdays.

He saw here face light up a little as she said it, the small smile giving her a much younger, more innocent look. He smiled at her, "in that case, I'll attend the fiesta." If there was a Dios, he would find Angie before the party started so she could go with him. She was five years old and any chance to have a party would make her happy.

Ana ticked off attending fiesta beside his name, "Ok your credit card please."

Pulling out his wallet, he handed over his Amex card. "Here you go."

"Gracias," she said thegan gan transferring the information that she needed from his card to her computer. When she was through she handed him the card. "It's ten o'clock now. Have you eaten?"

A growl from his stomach answered his question before it even got out of her mouth. "No, not yet. I don't know where anything is in town."

"I was just on my way to make myself thinthing in the kitchen," she said, "you are welcome to tag along." she didn’t know why she felt it was necessary to feed him, "Of courou dou don’t have to come."

Well, there was a good chance that home cooked food would be better on his stomach than something cooked in a restaurant. He knew he should be out looking for his daughter, but until he got some more info on the town and its people, he would just be flailing around. As such, he decided to take her up on her offer. "That would be great, if it is not an imposition."

"Not a problem," she told him. She leant out the window behind her, "Hey Ricardo! Come take over!" she yelled in Spanish. As a large dark skinned guy walked in the door Ana turned to Jordan, "Follow me."

He picked up his bag and turned to follow the clerk. He had heard about Latin hospitality, but this seemed a little above and beyond for a motel.

Reaching the kitchen Ana motioned for him to sit. She opened the fridge and pulled out a tray, a large piece of ham, and some green peppers. She closed the fridge and placed her prizes on the centre table. She then grabbed a cutting board, "Can you cut these up?" she asked motioning to the peppers, "But wash your hands first. I want to make some omelettes."

Jordan walked over to the sink and washed hands. As he was scrubbing he thought that he should ask Ana about the store where the credit card charge was made from and where it was. Afterward he sat down and cut up the pepper for her. "What kind of peppers are these?"

"We called them sweet peppers," she said, "They are used for spices and colouring not hotness." she cut a piece off and put in her mouth and chewed. She then cut another piece and offered it to him.

His hands were wet from pepper juice so he stuck out his lips and took the piece of pepper from her, as he brought his lips together, they caught the tip of one of her fingers. He chewed the pepper as he pulled away and looked at her. They were a le spe spicy, but nothing bad. "Tastes good."

"Told yah," she said as she ignored the short shock that went through her from the touch of his lips. She began cracking eggs in a glass bowl what had milk, powdered pepper and salt in it.

The rest of the peppers went quickly. He pushed the cutting board over to her and he washed his hands at the sink again.

Ana placed a large non-stick frying pot on the stove and turned it on. She poured just a tip of canola oil in it and lifted the pot. Tilting it to spread the oil she placed it back for it to get hot. When it was she poured some of the mixture in it, "Turn that coffee maker on for me?" she asked him. She then added the peppers and the ham then waited for the omelette to set.

The coffee maker was of a type he hadn't seen before and it took a second to find the power switch. Finally he turned it on and it started brewing. The aroma reached his nostrils immediately and it was enjoyable. Leaning against the corner, he watched Ana make the food.

"Here you go," she told him, "Bread's in that cupboard behind you, forks in that little drawer beside you."

After rounding up the equipment he sat down and took a bite. "Mmm... good. What about yours?"

"It’s almost done," she said. She flipped it then after a few seconds pulled it out. She brought her plate to the table and sat down. She poured some coffee in her mug and grabbed some bread. She then got up to grab her fork and came back.

Jordan looked up as he worked on his omelette. Being from out of town he didn't know what to say to Ana, ‘How's the weather’ just seems too lame.

Ana chewed and swallowed, "what brings you to Mexico," she asked pronouncing Mexico, Mehico.

Jordan didn't know whether he should say something about why he was here. Perhaps if she knew she would scare away his damn wife, but then she might have some good information. "I'm looking for my daughter. She was kidnapped six months ago. I tracked her here, well in the area at least."

Ana's fork fell from her grasp in surprise, "Your d-daughter was kidnapped?" she asked, "You're being funny!"

He wished he could just laugh it off as a bad joke and go on with life, but he couldn't. "No, miss. I'm not 'being funny'. Her mother took her and headed south." Fishing out his wallet, he pulled out a small piece of paper with a photocopy of a credit card receipt and handed it to Ana. "Do you know where this store is?"

"Yah," she said looking at the receipt totally forgetting her breakfast now, "Its about two miles south of here... why? What’s going on?"

A sigh escaped his lips. "That was a place where her credit card was used at a few weeks ago. After breakfast I will head down there and see if they remember her or... Well, I'll think of something if they don't recognize her."

Ana closed her eyes. She knew Marcus and if he knew that a little girl was kidnapped and in his store he would have done something about it, "Well I wish you luck."

"Thanks. I'm going to need it. " He wanted to change the subject to something a little lighter "So, do you do anything besides run a motel?"

"Don’t have time for much else," she said, "I am a flamingo dancer for the school's after school dance program. I try to teach them a little of every dance I know."


"Flamingo dancing? I don't think I've ever heard of it." Jordan wasn't much on culture, at least outside the Midwest.

"You wouldn’t," Ana muttered but caught herself. White men had given her nothing but grief, "I think you might want to get a start on your trip before the sun gets real testy today. We are expecting some rain but it’s a bitch here when the sun gets to full peak. "

"Yeah," he said between bites. His quest for his daughter had been long and hard. One more day wasn't anything to him. He knew in his heart that his wife wouldn't do anything to harm Angie, but that didn't make the hurt subside any. "Can you point me to the place? I don't read Spanish much at all. I could be driving in circles around it all day and not see it."

Analiza looked across at him, "You ever heard of a Spanish dictionary?" she asked, "Never mind, I'll take you. Finish eating and I'll clean up while you bring your things to your room."

"Yeah, I've heard of one. Thought it would be easier just to ask you." He stood up and grabbed his bag. "Thanks for breakfast, it was good. I'll meet you back in the office in, say ten minutes." He turned and walked out of the kitchenette.

The room was pretty small, but at least it was clean. Jordan tossed his bag on the bed and visited the bathroom. Afterwards he changed into a light shirt and shorts, picked up his sunglasses, and headed out to his car.

Analiza watched his back as he left. Strong shoulders, ~nice ass~ she thought as he walked out. After cleaning up she grabbed her sunglasses and rubbed some sun block on her exposed skin. Mainly a little cleavage, her arms and her bare legs. She rubbed some on her neck as well and her face. She grabbed her purse, waved to Marcus and went out to meet him.

As she came out, he noticed that she looked like she belonged here, in the hot sun. ~Of course she does, dickhead,~ he said to himself as she opened the door and sat beside him. Moving the car out of the parking lot he said, "Ok, Which way?"

"Left," she told him as she slipped on her sunglasses and ran a distracted hand through her jet black hair. She had meant to cut it a long time ago but Marcus had told her she would look like a man. She chuckled at that and fixed her eyes on the half dead tress that were whizzing by.

The simmering of the old blacktop road ahead of the car transfixed Jordan for a while and his mind wandered to his daughter. Like all the other times, he felt bad that he hadn't been able to see her in so long, but this time he felt like he had a good chance of finally finding her and that brought a tear to his eye. Running down the side of his face, he reached up and wiped it away. Coughing to cover for it, he looked out the driver's side window, but spoke to Ana. "You live here very long?"

"I was born right over there," she said pointing to a little cluster of what looked like huts, "It ain't much but its home." As she said that she stuck half her body out the window to yell something at a little girl walking on the other , "L, "Love you!"

"Who was that?"

"Oh you mean the little blonde there?" Ana asked sitting back into her seat, "That’s Angie, she came here just recently but she is such a sweet heart.. She in my classes. Her Spanish is remarkable!"

Jordan's eyes went wide and he pulled the car over to the side of the road in a cloud of dust. Before the car was stopped he reached out and took Ana's elbow. "Did you say Angie??"

"Dios mio!" Ana screamed, "Stop that. You're hurting me!" she reached into her purse, pulled out her pepper spray and sprayed him.

Jordan pulled back, the sunglasses had blocked the direct spray, but the fumes were almost as bad. Flinging them onto the dashboard, he fumbled to get the car into park and rolled out of the door. "Damnit! Fuck. What the hell was that for?"

"You were squeezing me you ass," she snapped and hopped out after him, "What was THAT for?"

He sat on the ground with his back against the frame of the small truck. "A little blonde girl that just showed up recently, me here trying to find my daughter. Didn't that strike you as a little fucking odd?!" He used his sleeve to wipe away the majority of the spray and he calmed down a little. "My daughter's name is Angela. We call her Angie."