The secret life of Dora the Explorer (NOT SMUT) (ON HOLD)

Cuatro

Guys I am so so sorry for not updating in forever. I am gonna be straight with y'all. I completely procrastinated so much on this story that I forgot all about it. I even lost interest. I wasn't really checking in on wattpad that much either so I didn't know that this book had so many views. 1k might not seem like a lot to some people but it is to me. Anyway, let me stop wasting your time. Sorry again for the super long wait. Enjoy!
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Diego POV

"Alicia, what in the world are you doing working here?!" I ask. She saunters over to my stool and slides me a Bacanora ( Mexican alcoholic drink).

"Shut up and just let loose lil bro. " She purrs in my ear while smiling at her boyfriend, Swiper. He is also her boss. The only reason she gets paid extra is because they're dating. She is a horrible bartender. One time I heard she "accidentally" poured arsenic into a chick's cup because she had overhead the girl talking about how smexy she thought Swiper was.

Thankfully a fellow bartender handled it all before it got even uglier. The whole time this was all going on, he was in the back room playing Minecraft. I've never liked Swiper. All he ever does is yell at my sister and fart while playing minecraft. He's cunning just like a fox. I have no idea what she sees in him.

"Sis, you know I can't drink this. I am only 18 years old!" I push the drink away eyeing it in disgust. She slides it back to me.

"So what? I am only 19 and look at how much money I make with the job I have. Plus, don't you wanna make a move on Dora?" Quirking her eyebrows upwards she grabs my stool and turns me in Dora's direction.

Dora is doing the most proactive dance I've ever seen her do. I lick my lips and watch her every single move like a hawk. The way her hips dip down and how her butt moves just like jell-o. I envy the dude she is dancing on right now. I've never wanted to be someone else so bad. Well, except for that one time I wanted to be like Magic Mike. Since he got all the hoes.

That's besides the point. The point is I want Dora to give me a lap dance. Right now. I'm just not sure how I should go about this. Should I walk up and demand her give me a dance? Or perhaps I should sneak up on her while she is doing another costumer and switch the costumer out with me. She'd probably kill me. Never mind. There isn't a probably. She would kill me. No doubt about it.

"I need your help Alicia. How can I gain the confidence to ask Dora to dance?" I sigh and turn back around facing the bar. Alicia goes back around the table and pours me another Bacanora.

"They say alcohol is the best confidence booster. You should give it a try. I guarantee if you drink these two, you'll have Dora dancing on you in no time." She grabs a clean glass and washes it over again. See what I mean? Just horrible. She's a train wreck when it comes to this job. But you didn't hear it from me.

"No way Alicia. There's no way I could do that!" I vehemently shake my head. I hear her set down the glass and walk back over to me. I put my head between my hands and close my eyes.

I feel her fingers grip my chin and force my mouth open. She pours one glass of the Bacanora in my mouth and I gulp it all down so I won't choke. The liquid burns my throat so bad it is like someone threw a lit match down my throat and also decided to add a bit of acid to spice it up. With a hint of lemon juice.

I wheeze and cough so hard I launch myself out of my stool and onto the floor. Alicia picks me up and sets me back on my stool. She starts to hum twinkle twinkle little star and rub my back.

"There there little bro. Big sissy's got your back. Your throat must be burning right now, huh?" She pouts her lips and says all of this in a baby voice. I hate her so much. She always does this to me when she does something horrible to me. Last time she cut my finger with a razor and comforted me just so I wouldn't go and tell mom.

"Now listen carefully because soon you'll be drunk off your a**. This particular drink has a high alcohol percentage. It is so high, it's illegal in some countries. Just like this one. But that isn't important right now. What's important is that you must remember that you want to dance with Dora. Or else this whole plan will be for nothing. Got it?" She looks me in my eyes waiting for me to answer her back. I nod my head. She nudges me off the stool and pushes me towards Dora's dressing room.

On a real level of complete honesty, the only thing I heard coming from her mouth was "¥£¥¢¥¢¥¢¥¢¥¥¢¥¢¥¢¥¢¥¥€•••••¢^¢¥¢¥¥¢¥¢¥¢¥¢¥¢√√√√√√√••|||¢^¢¥¢¥¢¥'''~¥¢¥¢. " I am pretty sure that isn't even a language. Oh well. What she probably said wasn't even that important anyway. I am just gonna focus on the one thing I want.

Dora.