Little Stars & Stripes Hood

Once upon a time—actually, just a couple years ago-- there lived a beautiful, joyful little girl. She lived in Texas, in a farm not far from San Antonio. She was loved by everyone, but especially by her father. He would have done anything to keep her safe. “I'd kill any filthy Mexican brave enough to even look at her!” was the kind of things this dedicated dad used to say while shooting his rifle. His dad loved her so much, that he went to Wal-Mart and bought her the nicest hood that was on special: it had thirteen equal horizontal stripes of red (top and bottom) alternating with white, with a blue rectangle in the canton bearing fifty small, white, five-pointed stars arranged in nine offset horizontal rows of six stars (top and bottom) alternating with rows of five stars. He also got her a small gun, y'know, to kill small animals and that
kinda stuff. Everybody in the surroundings knew her as Little Stars & Stripes Hood afterwards.

One day, her dad needed his little girl to do him a favor: He needed her to take his credit card to her grandma's, for it was Black Friday and the old woman wanted to update her smartphone. He would have done it himself, but he prefers to watch TV, and honestly, I don't blame him. After all, he may not be the best father, but he certainly is a working man, and other than going to strip-clubs three times a week and stealing staplers from the office, TV is his only pleasure in life.

So, after putting on some make up and her hood, Little Stars & Stripes Hood took her dad's credit card and started her journey. She walked to the main avenue, got in the next 141 heading south, put on her earphones and quickly fell asleep. Once again, the American Dream is not as good as it looks.

When she woke up, the bus was completely empty: even the driver was gone. She was in the middle of the desert. There was only a little construction in bricks, 100 meters away from the bus. Realizing that she f*cked up a little bit, she understood that it was up to her to solve this situation. So she walked to the humble building trying to stay calmed. When she walked in, all the Spanish talking ceased immediately. Obviously, white American girls were more than just interesting to this bunch of not-so-legal immigrants. They looked at her the way a fat American looks at a BigMc. The biggest of all these men stood up, and walking up to her with airs of confidence, he uttered some Spanglish words.

--What you doing here, chica? Don't you know we're locos?
--Yeah, guys, sorry for interrupting. I just fell asleep on the bus, silly me. Soooo, do you know how can I get back to San Antonio?

The men were deliberating in Spanish, but it could have been Hebrew for all Little Stars & Stripes Hood knew. She did not understand a single word. This did not look so well. She decided to try again.

--Hello, guys? Maybe you didn't hear me...
--Sí, sí, I heard, I heard, I was just asking my brodas if anyone here was heading back to San Toni tonight, but as it seems, this is not your lucky day, amiga. You'll have to spend the night here, at the border.

Little Stars & Stripes Hood Hood was pale as the snow she never saw. What would her dad think? How could her grandmother buy her new smartphone? Do they even have a mall at the border or what? Taking a selfie distracted her for a second, but then she came back to reality. She decided to stay with the men she found. After all, it couldn't be worse than staying by herself, could it? But then, right before she could open her mouth, the biggest of the men started talking in what it seemed to be some kind of English.

--Hey, cutie, you don't have a place to crash tonight, and I have nachos & Corona, what d'you say? Wanna learn some Spanish the good old way? Aarghh
--Mmmmmmmm, I don't know, Mister. You see? I am a believer and that sounds pretty sinful to me.
--Come on, don't play hard to get, blond girls love Mexican papacitos.


She didn't answer. The conversation was not very reassuring for the scared little girl. She turned around and walked to one lonely guy on a corner. He had a guitar and was the only one of all of them who wasn't checking her out like a piece of meat. Her hopes raised again.

--Please tell me you speak English and are not a pervert.
--I do speak English.
--The second part is rather important too, y'know?
--I guess only time will show that.
--I don't know why, but I don't feel like trusting you my safety for the night.
--Do you have any options?
--Well said.

She never was so scared in her whole life, but then she thought “Alright, if one of these guys is gonna do something weird, at least I'll choose which one will be”. This sounded better in her head than it does when one reads it. Time passed by fast and it was getting dark. Soon, it was time for everybody to go home. Everybody but Little Stars & Stripes Hood Hood, who had to stay with a completely unknown.

--What's your name?
--They call me Wolfgang.
--They call me Little Stars & Stripes Hood
--Have you ever been in Tijuana?
--No, and to be honest, it doesn't quite interest me.
--Well, isn't that a pity? Off we go.

And off they were to Tijuana, where Wolfgang lived. The trip on his truck to Tijuana lasted around one hour. Little didn't stop talking for a second. Wolfgang, almost unwantedly, now knew to which school she goes to, what bars she frequents, how often she goes out, and things of the sort. Maybe someone should be more cautious...

When they got to Tijuana, they went to a bar, near the border, called “From Dusk Till Dawn”, where Wolfgang said had some business to attend. Once there, Little Stars & Stripes Hood was getting more and more nervous, she felt the danger in Wolfgang's eyes. He was looking everywhere, as if trying to find someone. He was distracted, and she took advantage of this moment to record a video of him and send it to her dad. The only bright moment of this poor girl.

--Ah! What do we have aquí?
--Gentlemen, señores! Here we have a lovely girl, starting her career here in Tijuana tonight. She comes from San Antonio and loves Mexican papacitos.
--She looks fresh.
--She is. Not even I touched her. Yet.

The men laugh. Little is so scared now that she understood what's happening that can barely react. She was being sold to the highest bidder. Unlucky her, he succeeded very quickly. She was sold to a very big, fat Mexican dude who was pretty rich, but who enjoyed cheap prostitutes. The worst period of her life just started.


After two months living in Tijuana as a property of El Señor Rodriguez, Little Stars & Stripes Hood had lost more than just her innocence: she also lost all hope. This felt like a never ending nightmare for this little girl. She thought she was stuck there for the rest of her life. But then, just when everything looked awful, she saw Wolfgang, in the same bar, with another small white girl, just like her. Little walked up to him and said:

--So, Wolfie, now that I am more experienced than ever, d'you wanna spend the night with the monster you created? I promise it's gonna be worthwhile, honey.
--Mmm, I see, I see. Let me finish off my sale and off we go, honey. I got a nice place not far from here.
--You call the shots, babe, I just wanna be yours.

And so it happened. After a while, and when El Señor Rodriguez was not looking, both Little and Wolfgang jumped into his vehicle and disappeared. Already on the truck, things were getting hot. Little's hands were all over the driver, who could barely contain himself. This girl was so hot, and she knew what she was doing so well, he almost ALMOST almost finishes. But no. Not yet. “I need to save something for Uncle Sam”, though the Mexican pimp.


They finally got to his place; it was a small one room apartment in the Mexican side of Tijuana. There was only an old TV, one mattress on the floor, and ashes everywhere. It didn't seem like anything she ever saw, and it's worth mentioning that she was a prostitute near the border against her will for two months. She started taking off his clothes before he could react. He was possessed by this girl's skills. “Mierda that they learn fast, these girls”, said to himself. When suddenly, in the heat of the moment, with a very soft and sexy voice, she convinced him of trying “something she just learned” at the bar. She proceeded to tie him up to the bed with his own clothes. It seemed as though she had a thousand hands. She managed to tie him up tightly without any complain. How? Well, she was proficient at Bj's and two-handed Hj's, basic skills for a girl in this town. After a short time, he was unable to move.

--So, Wolfie, who's the innocent victim now?
--WHAT? WHAT YOU SAY?
--It seems you're not so powerful now, eh, boy?

She tortured him a little bit. Maybe she introduced some things into some of his cavities, maybe not. We'll leave the details to the reader's imagination. Let’s just say, for the sake of the plot, that Wolfgang couldn't sit straight for a couple weeks after the incident.

Little Stars & Stripes Hood then took his truck and headed back to San Antonio. When she got there, her father was incredibly happy to see her again. He attentively heard all his daughter had to say, and then, without a doubt, called his friends, grabbed a handful of rifles, put them on the back of the stolen truck and off they were to Tijuana. Once there, not only they got the cheapest American girls, just like his daughter, and the cheapest weed money could buy, but they also found “a big ass Mexican pimp who walks kinda funny”. It wasn't Wolfgang, but they beat him up and killed him all the same, because that's what a good Murican would do to live happily ever after.