A Tale of Four Titties

*¡Ándale! Échalé!* shouted the four chicas, clapping and laughing raucously. / Go on, send it!

Nena, her shirt open, wrapped her legs around the stripper pole in my hotel room and clambered to the top to place a hand on the ceiling of the room as quick as she could.

The chicas looked over at me to judge whether she had been better than her compañera previously. Stoned to gills and cracking up, I pleaded, *Ay, no sé chicas, lo hizo muy bien, ¿no?* / Ah, I don't know gals, she did it well, didn't she?