Hookers.
by Richard F. Mann and Rae Bourbon.
"FOREWORD"
In writing this preface, it seems that I have followed the old Mexican custom of "Manana," and waited until the book was finished, before writing it, then I discovered that it was a necessity.
The characters in this story are real, live, and living people, and most of them are still in the fair city of Juarez, plying the oldest trade in the world, and were known personally by the Author, who studied them for several months in pop-eyed amazement.
All of the incidents in this story actually happened, and are taken right from the bare facts of life; in fact, the Author has had to tone down some of the descriptions of the parties herein mentioned.
The Author has not meant to be vicious in his statements of either country, but has merely stated conditions as they were found.
THE AUTHOR.
"You lousy b.a.s.t.a.r.d, don"t you ever set foot in this room again. You sure got nerve--accusing me of holding out on you--you know d.a.m.n well that guy never paid me a cent."
"Well, Pearl, how was I to know? He came down into the street, and said that he gave you two bucks."
"As long as you"ve been a Pimp, you should fall for that stuff--Screw--get out of my sight."
"O. K. Baby, but remember that if you ever need me, all you gotta do is just say the word. You know I"m all for you."
"Nuts--I"ve been in this burg a week, and all I done is turn Two Dollar tricks, and split with you, and for what? You ain"t never brought me one dime, but you sure ain"t missed any meals. I don"t need you or any other guy from now on. I got my permit today from the Chief of Police of Juarez, to hustle all I want on the Mex side, and I"m doing it, starting tonight."
One week had pa.s.sed since the person of Pearl Jones had stepped off the west-bound Texas & Pacific train in El Paso, with one thought in mind, and that to make as much money as possible in as short a time as possible, and without bother from the police if--possible, which is not POSSIBLE, even in a border town like El Paso, as Pearl had already found out.
In order for Pearl to hustle on the Mexican side of the border in the City of Juarez, it was absolutely necessary that she have a written permit from the Chief of Police, or any official whom she happened to please in the usual way that a girl of her ilk had to please one, when there wasn"t enough money in the pocket to buy the permit. Consequently, Pearl found out later she could have had a permit from the most lowly Immigration official to the Mayor himself, but in the midst of her efforts to please, the Chief of Police seemed to be the one who was affected quickest in her efforts to--please--. Hence the permit.
Juarez, Mexico, chief port of entry to Mexico, population of forty thousand souls, mostly lost ones, separated from the United States by the Rio Grande River, if it may have the luck to be called a river, which at no time is deep enough to wet the crucial spot of one"s anatomy, in case one has to run through it owing to lack of time to make the bridge, which has often been the case.
"Well, this is a night for celebration," thought Pearl, as she left her hotel to walk down to the corner of Stanton Street, to catch the Juarez car. The car was filled from door to door with old Mexican women, wrapped in black shawls, which would have been black with dirt had they been originally any other color, and loaded down with topping bags filled with the bare necessities that their own Immigration was kind enough to let them bring in, and anything else that they might hide under the numerous dirty underskirts they might happen to have on.
The car clanged, and slowly started its noisy journey toward the Stanton Street Bridge, at which it stopped from three to five minutes, for the Mexican Immigration and Customs Officials to go through the car and make a pretense at examining everything that was being brought into Mexico, as if anything on the face of G.o.d"s green earth that was brought into Mexico could hurt it.
"I wonder where I"ll get off, now that I"m over here," thought Pearl, as the car left the bridge to ramble on its way on into the heart of Juarez, which is the sixteenth of September St. "I know," she thought, "I"ll get off at the Tivoli, where all the gambling is, and see if I have any luck there."
"h.e.l.lo, Honey," came the friendly voice of a heavy-set woman of about thirty, who five years before had been the toast of the border because of her beauty, but who now had begun to show what the excess of Men, Beer and Hook Shops, too numerous to mention, can do to a woman who had sold herself to any man with the price, and had given herself just as quickly to a man whom she thought she liked. "I saw you over here last night and wondered who you were. Did you just come to town? Well, my name is Evelyn--the last name don"t matter, but better known as Bar Fly Ev. I"ll be glad to show you the ropes around here. Come on and let"s get off here at the Tivoli and s.n.a.t.c.h a couple of shots of whiskey, and see if there"s a dollar to be made here. Of course, it"s a little early just yet. The best time to pick a live guy is about an hour before the bridge closes tonight, that"s when they are looking for a girl to spend the night with, and they ain"t too particular. That"s how I manage. Of course, you won"t have to do that--you"re too fresh looking--they"ll go for you like a Texas hog goes for swill."
The Tivoli, the official gambling house of Juarez with any kind of a game you care to play, run square, but with the percentage so heavy for the house that a winning customer is a scarce thing.
"Say, Ev, did you have to get a permit when you came to this town, before you could hustle on this side?" asked Pearl.
"h.e.l.l, no, that"s a lot of dirty gippery. The only permit I"ve got is the one that every woman has. Of course, I know what you have had to go through, and it"s a d.a.m.n shame that some louse didn"t tip you off.
That"s the way them Mex"s have of getting first pop at every girl that comes down here."
"What"ll you girls have?" asked the bartender.
"Whiskey for me, Joe. What will you have, Dearie?"
"The same, and a big one," answered Pearl.
"Say, Dearie, by what name are you calling yourself?"
"Excuse me for not telling you before, but it"s Pearl--Pearl Jones--let"s have another drink on it.
"Well, that"s as good a name as any, at least, it"s good and common,"
smiled Evelyn, as she killed her second drink without a chaser.
"You know the old saying, "Common by name, common by nature.""
"I"m d.a.m.ned if you ain"t O. K., and we"ll have another drink on that one. Hey, Joe, two more drinks for two ladies."
"Say, Ev, you must have something on your mind tonight the way you are starting off. You girls have a drink on the house, will you?"
"h.e.l.l, Yes--I"ll drink on anything. You know me, Joe--Bar Fly Ev, the girl without a limit--at anything. By the way, Joe, this is Pearl. She"s a new girl in town."
"h.e.l.lo, Sister, glad to know you. Have another drink."
"I"m glad to know you, and Ev and I will have another drink, possibly several more," answered Pearl, displaying her best smile.
"Say, Sister, you"re dern good looking. I"d like to see more of you,"
said Joe, as he poured more whiskey, and leaned over the bar and patted Pearl on the arm. "I"m O. K. You ask Ev if I ain"t. How about it, Ev?"
"I"ll say you"re O. K., Joe, and you"ve spent many a dollar on me, but Jees, you"re seventy years old if you"re a day. Don"t you ever get too old for this sort of thing?"
"You"ll have to ask somebody older than I am," answered Joe.
"Don"t let her kid you, Joe," smiled Pearl, "You and I will get together real soon, how"s that?"
"Here, here, here--you two, let"s don"t have an exhibition on such short notice. We gotta be moving along. We got a lot of hard drinking to do tonight, as well as a few dollars to earn."
"Oh, Ev, don"t be in no hurry. You and Pearl have another drink on the house."
"Well--I guess we better have another little one before we go, eh, Pearl?"
"Sure, Ev. I"d as soon get lit here with Joe, as later. Makes no difference by me."