Chapter 6
Cathy was awakened from a sound sleep by a knock on the door.
She had time to no more than open her eyes before she observed the solid image of Ramon opening the door and entering the room.
"Excuse me, Senorita Cathy," he bowed apologetically, "but I was told to bring you to Senor Sanchez. He wishes to entertain you as his dinner guest in the large dining room."
"When?"
"Right now, Senorita Cathy."
"But that isn't giving me any time at all to get ready. And I have no clothes. Only my bathing suit."
"That is fine. Just put on your bathing suit. Senor Sanchez knows that you have no clothes, Senorita Cathy. Just put on your bathing suit and I will take you to see him."
Cathy nodded. She could see that Senor Sanchez truly seemed to be in command of the entire operation. From what had happened thus far she would have to accord him high marks for intelligence and preparation, since everything seemed so highly organized. Not only that, but she could also see that he appeared to have secured the highest in cooperation and loyalty from those around him. She thought in particular about Dolores, who spoke proudly of the role she played in the network, at least as far as she was permitted to reveal. She got the distinct impression that Dolores was not acting one bit, and that she actually was enjoying her station in this mysterious house, eventually overcoming the fact that she had been kidnapped.
Of course, there was still the one flaw, she thought as she slipped on her bikini while Ramon stood next to the bed watching her dress. There was the chance that suspicion of some kind would be aroused by her not showing up at the hotel.
She finished slipping on the bikini and walked several steps behind Ramon out of the room. It seemed strange indeed meeting the man in charge for the first time wearing nothing but her bikini, particularly when she was about to be his guest at dinner. Then again, she thought some more, from the bizarre pattern that had been unfolding in this peculiar house thus far, it would have been altogether possible for Senor Sanchez to ask her to dinner in a state of total nudity.
At least she felt good about one thing. Cathy was getting a chance to leave the room she had been in ever since she had arrived. As she walked down a long hallway which led to a spiral staircase, which they walked down to the main floor of the house, she began to examine with awe the splendorous wonder of the house. There were antiques and artifacts all over, and by the time that they reached the ground floor and the plushly carpeted living room, she became more impressed than ever. She looked through the spacious living room window and observed the water of Acapulco Bay far below. It was starting to approach sunset. As far as she could determine, unless she had miscalculated tremendously, she had been in this house almost one full day. She had been captured by the two men not long after darkness had fallen one day earlier.
They walked through the den, where Jose was sprawled out on the sofa in the same cutaway khaki shorts watching television. Sitting next to him on the sofa was Dolores, who was now wearing a blouse and shorts. Every now and then Jose would reach over and kiss her, which would cause her to respond with laughter.
"Good evening, Cathy," Dolores said, spotting Cathy as she walked through the room behind Ramon, heading for the dining room and her meeting with Senor Sanchez.
"Cathy, my sweet," Jose immediately threw her a kiss and broke into loud laughter.
"Good evening," Cathy nodded, speaking solemnly.
Several moments later they were standing in the posh dining room, where Senor Sanchez was sitting at one end of a long table. A male servant dressed in black trousers and white waistcoat was refilling his wine glass.
When Senor Sanchez observed Cathy for the first time, he rose slowly from his chair and took her right hand, elegantly kissing it while Ramon went through an unnecessary formal introduction.
"Senor Sanchez, meet Senorita Cathy," he said.
As soon as Senor Sanchez released Cathy's hand he nodded toward Ramon.
"Ramon, my loyal friend and subordinate, you may go now," he said. "Thank you very much." Ramon nodded, bowing, then walking out of the room.
"Please sit down, charming Senorita Cathy," he gestured toward the place that had been set in front of the chair at the opposite end of the long table.
Cathy's immediate response as she sat down in the chair was to be thoroughly disarmed by Senor Sanchez. She had not expected to meet someone so elegant and gracious. The man who had apparently masterminded this whole sinister kidnapping plot was a man of tremendous charm and charisma. He was older than either Jose or Ramon, a slender, handsome man with a neatly trimmed mustache, classically sculpted cheekbones, dark expressive eyes and black hair that was slightly gray at the temples, enhancing his dignified air as a result.
The servant who had refilled Sanchez' wineglass reappeared, filling the previously empty wineglass in front of her. When the servant finished filling her glass, Senor Sanchez called out a message to him crisply in Spanish.
"St", Senor Sanchez," the servant bowed, the only part of the message that Cathy could comprehend.
Moments later the servant appeared again. Cathy's heart sank as she observed him holding her luggage.
"I just wanted to assure you, lovely senorita, that we have your belongings," Senor Sanchez smiled. "Now you will have your clothes to wear and even the books you brought along to read. I will have Miguel put your things in your room right now."
As she continued to sit in stunned silence, Senor Sanchez conveyed a message to Miguel, who bowed and left the room.
It thoroughly demoralized Cathy to see that Senor Sanchez always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone else, including her, when it came to meticulous planning.
"Sip your wine, my dear," he told her soothingly.
As she forced the glass to her lips and took her first sip, the smiling Senor Sanchez began to speak.
"I am certain that you are wondering just how I managed to come into possession of your things. Isn't that so?"
"Yes. As a matter-of-fact it is. You seem to be able to do everything, including read minds," the words came out more candidly than Cathy had intended.
"You flatter me, lovely senorita," her host and captor chuckled. "Actually I did not have to read your mind in this instance. It was obvious from the expression on your face, which gave away your inner feelings, that you were wondering just how I managed to secure your belongings. Well, I will tell you."
"I can't help but wonder about a lot of things around here," Cathy exclaimed, giving vent to her frustration by hurling some terse barbs at the elegant Senor Sanchez.
"I am sure, young lady, very sure. But you are used to being around clever people. After all, you are a legal secretary in Chicago. For a very fine firm at that."
"Don't tell me you know my employers."
"No. Nothing like that," Senor Sanchez laughed. "I just had you checked out thoroughly. I have contacts throughout the world so I can tell immediately about a person. Rest assured of that."
"I would be the last person to shed any doubt on your abilities after what I have seen," she said with a measure of gloom.
"Don't be so sad," he reprimanded her soothingly after taking a sip from his glass. "But I was about to tell you how we got your things. What I did was to send Jose to the hotel where you were staying, the Imperial, with cash to take care of the next two days. That was all we needed to pay for in that they had someone to take the room after that. That meant that there were no problems."
"But didn't they ask some questions at the hotel?"
"Oh, yes, but we took care of that," Senor Sanchez smiled. "You see. Jose said that he was an employee of another hotel, and the person working at the desk at the Imperial verified by calling the other hotel. We have a contact there, a very old and loyal friend, and he covered for us completely. So there were no dangling ends left at the Imperial Hotel. My friend will also take care of things if anyone should attempt to reach you at the other hotel. There is a girl we know who does perfect imitations. All she needs to do is hear the person's voice. We recorded some of your conversations in your room and she will be able to imitate you perfectly. We have made all kinds of calculations in advance to cover every contingency from short to long range."
"But what if somebody should come here to visit me?"
Senor Sanchez' hands made an expansive gesture.
"They would be told at the hotel where we have our contact that you had checked out a day or two earlier and that we have no knowledge of where you might have gone," he related.
"You were right. You have thought about every contingency. Or any that I could conceive of. You are clever, Senor Sanchez. Fiendishly clever."
Sanchez burst into loud laughter.
"Perhaps I should feel insulted by your last comment, but I assure you that I am not. I understand your wrath. There are still so many unanswered questions and you think that I'm a terrible person. This is all very understandable. The funny thing is that, no matter how hard you try to sound nasty, you come across as extremely charming. Now, my dear, we will have dinner."
Sanchez called out in a crisp voice to Miguel, who materialized moments later along with a female servant, a white-haired, graciously smiling Mexican woman. Together they served a sumptuous three course dinner. Cathy had to admit that the food was some of the most delicious that she ever tasted.
Once that they had finished the dinner plus an after dinner drink, Senor Sanchez rose slowly from the table patting his stomach to indicate the satisfaction he felt.
"That lobster was fixed to perfection," he smiled. "Don't you agree, my dear."
"Yes. It was delicious."
"I also thought that the Caesar salad was superb. I presume you feel the same way."
"Yes I do."
"Very good. Then come with me, beautiful Senorita Cathy. We will have an opportunity to get acquainted further."
She got up and followed him out of the sumptuous dining room. As they walked past the den she observed that the television set was no longer on.
Jose and Dolores had found more direct means of amusing themselves. Jose was sprawled out naked on the sofa, legs extended. The equally naked Dolores was on her knees on the carpet, her fingers clutching at the lust-bloated testicles of Jose as her tongue slid up and down against the turgid length of his electrified cock.
Cathy turned her head away, preferring not to watch what she considered to be a disgusting spectacle, but Senor Sanchez stopped suddenly in his tracks, observing the action with a smile and looking at Cathy.
"Take a look," he grinned. "That Jose can never get enough head. You don't have to look so embarrassed. For a very beautiful girl I get the feeling you are very inexperienced in the ways of the world. I watched the sex you had with Jose on the television in my office. It really got me excited. This is exciting as well. Let us watch them finish this. Just look at Dolores. She puts so much passion into what she is doing. Just look at the way her head bobs up and down as she sucks Jose's cock. She has become such a passionate girl. Yes, at first she was a little awkward about performing, even though she gave every indication of having many more experiences than you. But now she has learned to thoroughly enjoy it, as you can tell."
Cathy watched as Jose's legs trembled. He heaved sigh upon sigh, an ecstatic smile playing all the while on his lips as the beautiful and uninhibited Dolores ground her tongue with lascivious anxiety up and down the entire length of his aroused man meat.
"Dolores, my darling," he gasped. "Let's make this a very good one for our distinguished friends who are watching. Show the lovely Cathy just how an uninhibited woman goes about sucking a man to a delirious climax. Yes, my darling. Keep your tongue grinding. Drive it up and down my cock."
Jose's whole body began rocking rhythmically, swaying back and forth as he continued to lie sprawled out on top of the sofa, all the while receiving the thrusting tongue stabs of Dolores.
As the astute Dolores began realizing just how close her lover was to the pinnacle of orgasm, she decided to supply him with additional thrills as her fingers astutely tugged against the resilient flesh of his testicles. All the while he was being propelled ever closer to the ecstatic moment when the stirring white juices would explode with torpedo-like impact from the torrid tip of his organ and into Dolores' mouth.
Her burning, impassioned tongue swooped up and down against his rock hard member several more times with rapidly pistoning impact as he came even closer to the soaring moment of truth when the stirring white juices would spill from the end of his stiff organ.
"Get it off, get it off," Jose gasped. "Drive those juices out of my prick. Yes, my darling. Suck me off. Oh, yes, Dolores, really drive your tongue."
Jose reached down and let his trembling fingers slide down the small of his lover's back as he was propelled ever nearer to the thundering moment of triumphant completion.
"Oh, I'm so close, so very close," he gasped, his tone becoming more desperate and his body rocking with greater frenzy. "Get it all, my beautiful darling. It's all gonna spill out of me. Oh, I love it, I really love it."
Her fingers cradled his bloated testicles as her surging tongue drove with soaring dynamism up and down against the fervent tool of Jose, and finally he could no longer hold back the stirring juices that inevitably had to gush from the end of his tormented tool.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH, SSSSUUUUCCCCKKKK!" he gasped. "SUCK, SUCK, SUCK, MY DEAR!"
His fingers clutched tightly against the small of her back as he cushioned himself for the deluge that was ready to take place. The spurting juices began to spray from the end of his fluid-filled pole, engulfing the mouth of Dolores.
"Oh, how exquisite," Senor Sanchez smiled, looking over at Cathy momentarily and winking. "This is so wonderful. Just look at Dolores, Senorita Cathy. There is a woman who genuinely appreciates passion. Just look at the way she guides her tongue. Even though she is eager to devour every drop of Jose's sperm she knows better than to rush things. If she becomes panicky then she will lose some of the precious juice, which she does not want to do. You see, in this household we look upon lovemaking in an idealized way. Oh, yes, this is so wonderful, just look at the way that her tongue is going after every drop of Jose's juice."
The stirring liquid continued to bolt from the seething tip of Jose's electrified cock as he heaved a fresh gasp and watched the thick white liquid disappear down the throat of his hotly slurping lover, who was seeking to enjoy every precious moment of the act.
"OOOOOHHHHH, GET IT ALL!" he exclaimed passionately.
A few strokes later Dolores gulped down the last few drops of cock juice from her lover's penis. After that he promptly withdrew his penis from her mouth.
"Bravo, what an act of inspiring beauty!" Senor Sanchez smiled graciously at Dolores and Jose.
"Glad you appreciated it," Jose smiled.
"I always appreciate highly erotic sex, Jose. You know that."
"Indeed I do, Senor Sanchez."
"That was a most pleasurable diversion, my dear," Sanchez patted Cathy's shoulder. "Now come with me."
She followed Senor Sanchez past the living room and down a hallway. Finally he opened a door and graciously gestured for her to enter.