Chapter 8
The full impact of all that had happened to her did not hit Cathy squarely until she returned to her room.
Since she had been in the presence of Senor Luis Sanchez at the time and so much had been occurring, there was not sufficient time for her to reflect on the fact that the astute Sanchez had taken care of any problem that might have otherwise resulted by her not reappearing at her hotel. She had been hoping that such would lead to an investigation, but Sanchez had apparently squelched such a possibility before it could ever develop. She could not help but be reminded of that by the fact that her luggage was now sitting in a corner of the room next to a chair.
Something else also bothered her. Sanchez apparently had a strong voyeur's streak, as evidenced by enthusiasm and enjoyment he received from watching Dolores perform on Jose, and he had conceded that he had been watching her a good deal in his television monitor, having seen her in action with both Jose and Dolores. She could see that very little if anything that she would do would escape detection. That meant that she could not follow her plan of trying to systematically pump Ramon for whatever information she could receive. Of course, from the way that everything and everyone seemed to be systematically programmed, she could not help but recognize that he probably never would have given anything of significance away anyway.
It had been definitely established that Senor Luis Sanchez was looked up to as a figure of great reverence, and that everyone working for him in this bizarre compound was intensely devoted to him.
Her head was spinning in such disarray that she knew she could not sleep, despite the fact that the sex with Sanchez had left her in a tired state. She decided to pick up a book and read as a means of freeing her thoughts at least temporarily from their troubled state and eventually reaching the point where she could turn in and get some needed sleep.
As she started reading the same book to which she had been devoting her attention before this ordeal began, she was once more filled with a sense of gloom. She remembered reading the book in her hotel room under such vastly different circumstances. The problems she had faced then, which she had considered so massive, now seemed to pale into insignificance. The blonde beauty was worried about making the transition back to the ranks of a contented happy person following her break-up with John Macon. Now, in retrospect, everything was so relatively simple then. At the moment she was being held captive for a reason or reasons of which she was not able to comprehend, and matters were further compounded by the presence of the brilliant Luis Sanchez, who seemed to leave nothing to the fates. Not only was she abducted against her wishes, she thought despondently, but the whole thing had to be carried out by as clever and calculating a man as she had ever encountered.
The one possible plus to be derived from the string of unfolding events is that Luis Sanchez was apparently enamored with her. Even though she had disliked the way that he had forced himself upon her, she decided that it was better to have the ruling emperor of the household enamored with her rather than otherwise.
These and other thoughts continued to plague the beautiful blonde woman for the next few minutes, practically eliminating the concentration necessary to read and defeating the purpose for attempting to do so in the first place. Nothing at the moment was apparently going to relieve her troubled mind from the spinning flow of events.
Finally, in spite of her confusion and frustration, she was able to get to sleep, and when sleep came it was long and sound.
In the course of the next few days Cathy became further acclimated to her surroundings. Jose picked her up in her room the following morning after her sex excursion with Luis Sanchez and took her to Sanchez' private office, where the head of the operation cheerfully took her on a tour of the house and the spacious grounds.
The backyard was exceedingly spacious, holding an Olympic-sized swimming pool and some white cabanas. There was a large wall that assured privacy while enabling the premises to be shut off from the outside world.
She could see that Luis Sanchez was exceptionally proud of his lovely estate in that his eyes would light up in a smile as he showed her the premises.
The next day after being shown the premises for the first time, Dolores showed up in her room not long after Cathy had just finished consuming a large breakfast. Dolores was totally naked.
"C'mon with me, Senorita Cathy," Dolores said. "Senor Sanchez would like you to get a suntan outside at the pool. You can also swim if you desire."
"Fine. Give me time to change into my bathing suit," Cathy replied. At the moment she was attired in blouse and slacks.
"Oh, no," Dolores shook her head. "Take off everything, my dear. We are to bathe in the nude."
"You mean that Senor Sanchez' rule extends to sunbathing as well?" she replied irritably.
"He would like for all of the girls to get an even tan," she explained. "As you will notice, I am tanned evenly."
"Yes, you are."
"Well, I can tell you that Senor Sanchez is very concerned about the girls all looking like a sun goddess. He says that that is what is expected in Acapulco with our bright sunshine."
"He insists on uniform tans from the girls because of the fact that Acapulco has a good deal of sunshine?" she looked at the beautiful Mexican woman incredulously.
"That is only a part of his thinking," Dolores explained further. "There is more. But it remains for him to explain it. It will be revealed to you in time."
"It isn't the first time I've heard that," Cathy nodded.
"I know," Dolores laughed sympathetically. "I was always hearing the same thing myself just after I arrived here. But in time I was satisfied. My curiosity was put to rest."
Cathy promptly removed her clothes. All the while
Dolores watched approvingly, her eyes sparkling as she took in the captivating beauty of Cathy's nudity.
"You are a lovely specimen of womanhood," Dolores told her. "You are incredibly stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Your body is absolutely perfect. There are no flaws."
"You are so sweet. Thank you, Dolores," she replied.
At one time Cathy would have been upset over another woman, even somebody of Dolores' beauty, gushing over her in such a manner, but now she could not help but feel a swelling measure of pride sweep through her body. It was making"her feel good to hear this lovely Mexican woman heap such compliments on her. Just being around the atmosphere of Senor Sanchez' peculiar state was making her body-conscious as well and, as much as she hated to admit it, she was starting to look admiringly at the lovely Dolores, and she could not help but inwardly chastise herself at the same time for what she was doing. It bothered her to think of herself as becoming jaded, but the longer she remained in this tropical setting, where everyone was seemingly preoccupied over matters of the flesh, a tropical setting apparently removed from the rest of mankind, the easier she was finding it to fall into the pattern of thinking in that manner.
They walked into the backyard and began lounging at poolside in light blue, comfortable lounging chairs. After they had been lying there for a few minutes the servant Miguel approached. At first Cathy felt self-conscious over revealing herself in the nude to him for the first time, but she noticed that his nonchalant expression was not changing in the slightest, and soon enough her embarrassment vanished.
"Would either of you ladies care for anything to drink?" he asked.
"I think I'd like a beer, but hold off for a few minutes," Dolores immediately responded. "I'm going for a swim first, Miguel dear. How about you, Cathy dear?"
"Maybe I could use a Coke."
"Fine, Senorita Cathy," he bowed courteously.
Cathy lay stretched out on the lounging chair as Dolores excused herself. In a matter of moments Cathy was watching Dolores skillfully maneuver her stunning form through the clear blue waters of the Olympic-sized swimming pool as she promptly executed several laps.
Miguel quickly served Cathy her Coke, which she sipped while she watched Dolores swim.
While Dolores was getting her exercise, Cathy observed a tanned young woman with light brown hair and a magnificent body which was evenly tanned to a coppery glow come walking with nonchalant grace out of the house and into the backyard.
As she moved into closer range, she waved at Dolores, who promptly waved back, then walked up to Cathy and smiled, pulling a lounging chair up next to her and sitting down.
"Hi there, you must be Cathy," she bubbled, smiling broadly as she eased her perfectly proportioned body into the chair.
Immediately Cathy was intrigued. This was an American young woman, the first American she had encountered since arriving at the estate of Luis Sanchez.
"Yes, that's right," Cathy nodded.
"I've been hearing about you from both Senor Sanchez and Dolores. They both feel that you'll fit in here very well, even though you're a little timid and uptight right now. Senor Sanchez said that you're a little too much of a prude, but that that will change."
"Really. What else did he say?"
"That's about it," the beautiful American girl smiled. "By the way, my name's Mary."
"How do you do, Mary. You know, I've never heard one person except for Senor Luis Sanchez ever mention a last name since I've been here."
"That's done by design," she smiled. "We're all supposed to drop our last names in time and just blend in. You're probably wondering a lot of things right now, and probably thinking that we're all very crazy. I know I was thinking those things right after I got here. But in time it all seemed to make sense to me, particularly after things were explained to me, and you'll get clued in a little bit at a time. Senor Sanchez has a prescribed way of doing things."
"That I have noticed. May I ask you how you arrived here without forcing you to give away any secrets?"
"Certainly. I came here from Los Angeles. I was fresh from a divorce from a small-time movie director who was a prize heel. He convinced me into thinking he was bigger than he actually was and I figured he could make me into a star. All he ever did was exploit my body both on and off the screen."
"He did?"
"Absolutely. I wanted to develop my acting talents, but he never gave me the chance. The only stuff he could ever get to work on was second rate films where my body would be exposed. And when he wasn't laying me, and he did that often, he was coaxing me into letting myself get shopped around to some of the bigger producers, figuring that he could make deals so he could land some top directing assignments."
"Did it work?"
"Hell no. I got laid plenty of times, but these guys would never give him any jobs. They'd think about it, then after they'd seen some of his previous work they'd tell him that he didn't have any talent. Some of them felt guilty over laying his wife and not giving anything in return so they'd pay him money. It came in handy to live on. At any rate I finally got sick of it and got a divorce. When it was final I thought I'd come to Acapulco to forget."
"I see."
"Then it happened," her eyes twinkled merrily. "I was on Caleta Beach a couple of days after I got here and I met Jose. He was so handsome elegant and I was ready for an affair with a nice hot Latin I figured I could relate to."
"So what finally happened?" Cathy asked as she took one final sip from her Coke.
"He seduced me right there on an isolated strip of beach. It was already pretty well along into the evening and he had gotten me pretty well soused on tequila. So he pulled off my bikini right there on the beach. Oh, I wrestled around in the sand and told him he was being crazy doing what he was."
"But I get the feeling you weren't against it at all."
"You bet I wasn't," she chuckled. "I was just going through the pretenses of opposition. When he got my bathing suit off he proved to me just how good a cocksman he was. He'd slam that sturdy peter of his deep inside my pussy, and I'd tighten the muscles to give him the tightest possible access. He kept yelling and panting about how much he loved the way that I was wiggling my ass, and I've got to admit that I do know how to wiggle it. It's a great looking ass and I know that one of the best ways to tempt the men is by wiggling it just the right way. Well, you'll see what I mean in time. So my dear lover Jose kept on ramming that stiff pecker of his into me until finally he couldn't take it anymore. The thundering juices started to pour like fire from the end of his stiff pole, and as the hot white stuff was spraying like volcanic lava his whole body shook and he let out loud sighs. It was absolutely beautiful."
"So what happened after that?"
"After that it all became kind of blurry. Finally I was knocked out. Jose put something into the tequila. All of a sudden I woke up not in my hotel room, but here."
"I also got kidnapped on the beach. By Jose and Ramon. They threw a handkerchief over my mouth and that was it. They must have chloroformed it."
"Well, I squawked a lot at first, and I called Jose every name I could think of for doing that to me, but Senor Sanchez finally calmed me down. He asked me what I had to look forward to back in Los Angeles. I told him not a damned thing. He said I oughta stay here and just consider it one big vacation. He said every need or luxury I could ever really want would be taken care of."
"So is that what happened?"
"Oh, yes. Definitely," she smiled.
Dolores made her exit from the pool at that point. She dried herself off thoroughly with a white towel, then eased her body downward onto her lounging chair.
"I'm glad to see you girls are getting acquainted," Dolores said to both girls.
"Yes. Cathy's a nice gal. I think before long she's gonna be one of us. The fears will all be gone."
"I think so, too," Dolores nodded.
Mary suddenly shifted her attention toward the house. She waved and smiled. Cathy and Dolores turned, observing Senor Sanchez strolling toward them. He was naked, sporting the same kind of even tan that he required of the girls.
"Good afternoon, lovely ladies," he bowed.
"Hello," they said.
Cathy watched curiously as Senor Sanchez picked up padding from two of the lounging chairs, holding one set of padding in each hand. He walked over toward an area of concrete not far from where the women were stretched out and set down the lounging pads, one next to the other. He then sprawled out on the padding, extending his legs as he sat on his haunches, ultimately reaching out and grabbing hold of his long, hard cock. He looked over at Mary and smiled as she nodded knowingly, watching with approval as his fingers worked up and down against the bulging length of his steaming pole.
"Well, if you girls will excuse me," Mary abruptly rose from her lounging chair.
"Have a good time, dear," Dolores grinned.
"Oh, I will. Nice meeting you, Cathy."
"Yeah. Same here," Cathy replied.
Cathy watched the naked, confident brown-haired beauty stroll over toward where Senor Sanchez was assertively grinding his fingers up and down along the full length of his hard, aroused man meat. Cathy could not help but notice the suggestive manner in which the young woman's coppery-toned, magnificently rounded, firm ass cheeks swayed with pendulous lasciviousness as she moved closer to Sanchez.
"Mary really has the equipment," Dolores said with admiration. "I also enjoy rubbing her down, just as I enjoy it with you."
"I figured you would."
"Yes. I guess you can tell just how firm she is."
"She does have a beautiful body," Cathy exclaimed, surprising herself over the candid manner in which she had made her disclosure.
"Very much so. And she is very passionate. Just watch. Senor Sanchez is very happy. You can see it all over his face. He is looking forward with such great anxiety to having sex with Mary today. He told me this morning that he could hardly sleep last night just thinking about it. With his opportunities you might not think that he would get that excited about it, but he lives for this kind of contact. And Mary is so passionate that he takes a keen interest in every sex bout that he has with her. She is so beautiful and so uninhibited. Of course, she had had sex with a few women in Hollywood before she came here, so it was very easy for her to get excited in my presence. We turned on each other very quickly and it was all uphill after that."
"Do you have sex with her often?" Cathy asked, conjuring up images in her mind of the two tanned, beautiful bodies panting and rolling around on a bed, their tongues busily at work. She tried to tell herself that she was not getting excited just imagining such an event, although she realized down deep that she was.
"As often as I can," Dolores laughed. "When we get started we wind up doing everything, enjoying every delicious type of bodily contact that two women can encounter and enjoy. It is truly an exalting experience, just as it was with you when we had sex."
The conversation between Dolores and Cathy abruptly terminated at that point as the action grew hot and heavy between Luis Sanchez and Mary a few feet away.
Mary sprawled out on the padding, and immediately Sanchez removed his fingers from his rock hard cock. He threw his arms around Mary and immediately forced his hungry, slightly quivering tongue inside the mouth of the shapely brunette.
Tongue spiritedly clashed with tongue as the sensual pyrotechnics were underway like a fleeting streak of light across a cloudless sky. Cathy could hear the loud panting sounds emanating from the aroused lovers as tongue fervently connected with tongue, and while Sanchez thoroughly enjoyed the devastating tongue contact he reached down and let his fingers go to work with assertive determination against the pendulously swaying breasts of the shapely woman.
The faster that he spiritedly manipulated his tongue inside the mouth of Mary, the more sharply that his superbly connecting fingers ground against the succulent warmth of her coppery, succulent breasts.
Finally Sanchez removed his tongue from the brown-haired woman's mouth and his fingers from her firm, ripe breasts. He sprawled out suddenly on his back and pointed downward immediately to his rock hard organ.
All he had to do was gesture. The skilled fingers of Mary took over after that, reaching down and gliding with solid assertiveness as they propelled with frenzied desire up and down the full length of his lust-bloated tool.
Soon Sanchez' entire body began to glisten with a fine sheen of perspiration as he lay pantingly under the warm Acapulco sun, and as his beautiful, uninhibited lover kept grinding her fingers with assertive conviction against the full length of his steaming shaft, he reached down with his trembling fingers and let them grip tightly against the swaying buttocks of the stunning Mary.
Cathy found herself involuntarily squirming in her lounging chair as her eyes remained focused on the hotly spasming buttocks of the stunning Mary, whose perfectly proportioned ass cheeks manipulated back and forth in perfect symmetry.
"Look at that ass," Dolores exclaimed with open admiration. "Here is a young lady who has been given a perfect piece of equipment by nature, and she knows just how to put it to work to achieve just the right effect. I take my hat off to her. She knows exactly what she's doing. She is a very shrewd young lady."
Cathy hated to openly admit it, but the same swirling ass cheeks that were mesmerizing both Sanchez and Dolores were having a pronounced effect on her as well.
Sanchez' fingers clutched tightly against the warmth of her firm ass globes a few more times, after which she then released her fingers from his searing cock.
Cathy knew exactly what to do to respond to Sanchez' immediate needs as she eased herself down on her back, continuing to let her active ass cheeks skillfully gyrate as Sanchez got on his knees and eased his body between her outstretched legs.
"Now the sparks will really fly," Dolores smilingly predicted, looking over at her friend and winking. "Just watch this, my dear. You know, after you have been around here for awhile you get to where you enjoy watching sex almost as much as you do participating in it."
"From what I can gather sex is about the only thing around here of any real interest."
"You are right in one sense, my dear," Dolores laughed, "but in another sense you are wrong. There are other considerations. You will find out about them in due course."
Once again she received the standard answer, words fed to loyal subordinates by Senor Luis Sanchez, who remained firmly in control of his strange empire of sorts, looming larger than life at every conceivable turn.
She watched as the panting, perspiration-laden Sanchez reached down and let his fingers firmly cradle the pendulously swaying ass globes of Mary. She heard the loud gasping sound coming from him as he propelled his quivering, leanly muscular frame forward with athletic agility, plunging his lust-bloated manmeat into the tight, fiery well of her burning orifice.
"OOOOHHHHH, WHAT A CUNT, WHAT AN ASS!" he declared in a spirit of great celebration. "OOOOHHHHH, KEEP WIGGLING IT! KEEP WIGGLING YOUR ASS AND YOUR PUSSY! THIS IS SO GOOD. AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH, YOU ARE SO VERY TIGHT, MY DEAR! OOOOHHHHH, YOU ARE SUCH AN INCREDIBLY TIGHT PIECE OF ASS THAT YOU SHOULD HAVE BECOME THE GREATEST OF ALL FILM TALENTS IN HOLLYWOOD! YOU WERE FUCKING WITH THE WRONG MEN!"
He grunted and gasped, withdrawing his blue-veined phallic tool momentarily from the burning pit of his lover's seething pink feminine tundra, but before long he was heaving another gasp and driving his spiritedly determined organ forward once more, letting it slam with lance-like impact as it once more achieved solid impact against the pinkness of her succulent furrow as her cunt and ass cheeks wiggled at the same time, providing him with the ultimate in thrills as his fingers clutched more tightly against the flanks of her thrill-laden buttocks than before.
"This is so good," he called out enthusiastically. "I love the way those beautiful smooth ass cheeks are moving. This is so good. Oh, I love fucking you. You are so great, my dear. You are so very tight, so very good."
His burning, hammering man meat continued to drive and thrust with unabated passion as he propelled himself ever closer to the great moment of exhilaration when the stirring juices would explode from his cock.
"Oh, keep your ass wiggling," he told her. "I'm getting so close now, so very close!"
Now his piercing assault was reaching feverish heights as he continued slamming his cudgel-like organ into the searing depths of his lover's vagina.
Sanchez slapped crisply at his lover's ass globes several times as he heaved another loud gasp.
"Here it comes," Dolores smiled, watching the action closely and enjoying every moment of it.
Cathy observed the spurting white drops of jetting semen exploding profusely from the nub-end of Sanchez' hard, erect cock, spraying thunderously into Mary's vagina.
"OOOOHHHHH, AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" he exclaimed, his eyes rolling and hix entire body rocking as the streaming deluge of thick white fluid was unleashed from the end of his solid organ.
The procession of juice thundered from the end of his burning spear for a few moments longer, after which he released his now satisfied cock from his lover's vagina, collapsing momentarily in a heap as he panted loudly. He lay stretched out on his back for a few moments longer, after which he caught his breath.
"You are a brilliant cocksman," Dolores called out to Sanchez, throwing him a kiss.
He threw her a kiss back in return.
"Thank you, my dear," he smiled, easing himself to his feet. "I am glad that you have such a high appreciation for the art of great sex, and it is indeed a highly cultivated art."
"You were the one who taught all of us here to appreciate that," Dolores replied, "and it will not be long before our newest member, Senorita Cathy, will also learn to appreciate it."
"You are so right," he nodded.
Cathy watched curiously as Sanchez extended his right hand downward toward Mary, who was lying on her back. She extended her hand in return and he lifted her to her feet. Mary smiled with exhilaration, obviously pleased that she had been able to provide so much in the way of pleasure to Senor Sanchez.
As soon as she reached her feet, a smiling Sanchez reached out and playfully patted her ass cheeks. When he released his fingers from her enticing buttocks flesh they began walking nonchalantly toward the pool.
Cathy continued watching with mounting curiosity as they jumped into the pool at the same moment, their bodies splashing together in the water. Before long their churning, well-coordinated nude bodies commenced churning through the clear blue waters of the swimming pool.
"Senor Sanchez follows his schedule most rigorously," Dolores told Cathy. "Once that he gets his fuck of the day he goes for a vigorous swim, usually with the woman he has just enjoyed. Yesterday I was that woman."
"He follows this same schedule every day?"
"Not every day, but quite often. And sometimes he will have sex in the evenings as well. At other times he prefers sex in the evenings and has no sex during the day. But usually he will take his swim in the afternoon in any event. You can tell by looking at Senor Sanchez that he is very fit physically."
"Yes, you can."
"You can also tell by the way that he performs sexually," she winked. "He is most vigorous."
Miguel reappeared at that moment.
"Would you care for your beer now, Senorita Dolores?" he asked.
"Yes. That would be fine, Miguel. Thank you."
"Would you care for another Coke, Senorita Cathy?"
"Thank you, Miguel."
Miguel bowed, disappearing into the house for several moments. He then reappeared once more, serving Dolores a beer and Cathy another Coke.
As Miguel moved off, Dolores looked at Cathy and smiled.
"I would have enjoyed having that beer a few minutes earlier, while all that hot sex was going on," Dolores said. "That's when I really started getting thirsty."
"Miguel was gone for awhile," Cathy said. "For a very good reason."
"Why" Cathy asked.
"Senor Sanchez has set down his rules. Just like a nightclub performer, the main performer at least, usually sets down rules about serving customers while he performs. I guess you know about that."
"Yes. They feel that it's a distraction to have people being served while they're performing. A lot of performers feel that way."
"Precisely," Dolores nodded smilingly. "It is the same way with Senor Sanchez. He attaches great significance to his sex with the girls and he does not want his concentration to be impaired in any way. That is essential to him."
"I understand."
"Even though he would not have reprimanded me if I had walked quietly into the house and gotten a beer for myself, I know that he would not have liked it, and I would never do anything that Senor Sanchez would disapprove of. I love him too much."
"He seems to have the complete devotion of all of you."
"Oh, yes," Dolores nodded vigorously. "We love him and we are very gracious for what he has done for us. He has given all of us such wonderful lives."