Chapter 9
The inside of Durango Jim's was as dark as a night in hell! Silver Sam steered me to a vacant table, then asked what I wanted. I told him, though I didn't expect to get it and I was shocked when I did!
As my eyes adjusted, I saw two rough looking cowboys standing at the stoolless bar. Silver Sam sat on my left, a vacant chair on my right, then Minnie Ha Ha, Short Brave and Four Lips, in a circle around the table. Why Short Brave did not sit next to me, I did not know until later. They knew more about this tavern than I did, as I was to learn from the owner, and to my surprise, he was not a man as the outside advertisement led one to believe.
We were drinking our drinks and laughing at a smutty joke told my Silver Sam, when a gorgeous hunk of a red headed woman, dressed enticingly in western attire, strode through the slatted, swinging half doors. Her violently green eyes surveyed the room, then as though asked, swayed over to our table and slid onto the vacant chair next to me. "Allow me to introduce myself; I'm Rebecca Valdez, owner of this hole in the wall. I know these others, but not you." She said, her voice like pure syrup.
I felt the pressure of her left leg against my right. Our skin seemed to spark as one on contact! This was the first woman that had ever affected me so! "Really? Well, I'm Kitty Coffee, and known to these people as Doctor Sexanna. You see, sex is my business." I said, smiling.
"That's what I heard."
"You heard?"
"Yes, in these vacant hills word travels fast."
"But I've not heard of you."
"Perhaps not, but it is my business to look out for women that I feel would be nice to know."
"And you think I would be?" I said as our legs tingled and rubbed against each other.
"Honey, my leg contact tells me, yes!"
"I'll admit, you have a point there!" I replied, enjoying our mutual contact also. "I am a "bi" and I suppose you are a les?"
"No, I am a "bi" too, but I happen to love women more than men."
"Your voice is bringing me up from the bottom!" I breathed, venturing a hand to her firm, nyloned thigh.
"It should, I've had a life long practice." Rebecca said softly, and reaching over my arm with her right, felt my hot, firm, naked thigh. "Nice! It feels so kissable. Your friends will have to excuse us, I have to have you."
"Where?"
"My ranch. It is only a short ride to my car, then another to the ranch."
I looked up at Sam. "Would you mind my leaving with her. Sam?"
"No, I guess not," he said in a disappointed tone.
"Here, take this twenty, and buy yourselves some drinks. Rebecca and I have some visiting to do."
"Why not? I just hope you know what you are doing."
"I do, Sam! Hell, if anyone knows that, you should."
"OK. You're your own boss, but if you ain't back in two days, I'll be on the warpath."
I laughed. I figured he was just jealous, because she had not asked him. His male ego was hurt.
Rebecca led me though the maze of boulders and shrubs to a deserted ranch. "I own this shack. I use it as a spot to park my car. There is no road but that trail we were on to my tavern. That isn't my only place of business. I have ten bars in and around this area." She said, dismounting.
Her eyes followed every movement I made. "I still don't see how you knew about me." I said, my mind still in wonderment.
"When we get home, I'll show you," she answered.
We were soon rolling down a long, dusty lane that was a two-mile road in itself. Presently, we turned off the lane onto a black-top road. "This road will take us to the Valdez spread," and as she said that she literally spread her own legs, sending chills through me. "I'm probably the only redheaded Mexican you ever saw, or will ever see. How I got that way is a long uninteresting story, so we won't go into it. Push your dress all the way up so I can feel that beautiful inverted bush!" She commanded.
'Now I was wondering. How did she know my valley was inverted? Not everybody knew it; only my friends, and I had never seen or heard of her before. "Who told you I was inverted? Sam?" I said, raising up to pull my already short skirt above my buttocks and waist.
"Nope! My that's lovely! And aren't those crotchless pants cute?"
"So, who?" I insisted, scooting over to the middle of the seat, so she could feel me better. I was really surprised at how hot I was getting from her probing finger.
"My dear, I have a movie and several still shots of you."
"Me."
"Yes, you."
"Ben!"
"No, not Ben, and not Ken, and not anyone from up here."
"Ha! Now I know! Those photos I took in Mexico!"
"That's right. You see, Senor Mazatlan is my Great Uncle."
"Oh! How nice! I hope you haven't inherited any of his fiendish ways." I said, looking at her out of the corners of my eyes, while her deft fingers toyed me into a lustfulness that was quickly making me weak.
"Not I, darling! He is a fiend! I am a connoisseur of the fine female flesh of such as you have." She cooed. Her voice was as soothing as her fingers and she was gradually lulling me into a hypnotic trance. Her voice and hands were driving me crazy!
"By the way, honey," I cooed, "I thought your uncle was dead."
"No, darling, it takes a lot to do one of my kin in. He is doing just fine! Of course, your boyfriends did play a little rough."
"They had to!" I managed to get out, before I slipped further down into the seat.
Her fingers were now pulling on my clitoris, and I was spouting like a fountain! I must have passed into a swoon, for all I remember is the car stopping. I opened my eyes to find her head buried between my legs. I could feel her jabbing and licking tongue, as it darted in and out of my thoroughly wet valley.
"Mmmmm, honey, you taste sweeter than any one I've ever had! Come, let us go into the house, where we can strip and play on the bed," Rebecca said, almost lifting me up and out of the car. I don't know why I felt so weak, but I did. This hot wench was indeed a master of ecstasy! I don't believe anyone before her, man or woman, had ever made me feel quite like this!
I managed to regain some of my strength in the house and I looked around. It was done in a strictly Mexican motif, and sprawled out in all directions, or so it seemed. Rebecca skillfully guided me into her bedroom with one hand, while the other quickly undid my blouse and skirt. "That's it, love!" She cooed, as I tried to help her and together we soon bad me naked.
I lay back on the bed and watched her undress. It was like watching a slow action movie in technicolor. "Oh, Rebecca!" I gasped, on seeing her big, plump-nippled breasts! She was a big woman, but now I could really see how big. Her waist was small, and her hips flared out to smooth into a darling buttocks! Such thighs! Long and firm. Her lovely red-haired mons rounded upward like mine. I couldn't believe it! She was inverted, too! The firm, slightly pinkish lips made my mouth water to taste them!
"Ooooo, baby!" I breathed, reaching out my hands to her, my fingers quivering-I wanted her! I wanted her badly! I couldn't remember drinking anything since I'd been with her, so the idea, the urge, had to be mine, though I knew deep inside that no woman ever had driven me this mad with lust!
"Take it easy, love, I'll be with you in a moment." She cooed.
"Gimmie, gimmie!" I cried, staring at her luscious, inverted nest and wanting it as I'd never, ever wanted anything in my life.
"Yes, love. Just lay back, I'll crawl up to you." She whispered, sliding ont the bed and walking on her knees up to me and over my body.
My mind reeled! My eyes could look at nothing but that darling, pink slit! I kneaded her plush buttocks, pulling her down to me. My mouth tasted of her femaleness and I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, it was like coming out of a fog. I twisted my head and found that it was late afternoon. "Hey!" I blurted. My wrists and ankles were fastened to long chains. The chains were anchored at the four corners of the bed. My mouth tasted funny; a little like love honey and a little like whiskey, but another taste was there, too, a taste that I knew. A taste that I should never forget! A taste from only one place, a long-necked gourd. "The love potion of Senor Mazatlan! That was what had sapped my mind! Oh, God! Sam was right! I should never have come!" I said aloud.
"Ha! But you did, my sweet! My, but you have an educated tongue, and you are a very easy subject to hypnotize. You see, my darling uncle fixed you up forever. That is, to those who know the verbal key! I know it." Rebecca said, a sneer on her face.
"But you said, you were not like him!" I cried.
"Really? Do you believe every stranger you meet? You gullible little sexual pervert! This time you do not have your body guards! This time, I will make you a complete slave of Mazatlan!" she said, her hands caressing her own luscious body.
"Me perverted! Why you rotten debased whore! Nobody could be more deviated than you and your rotten spick uncle!" I spat, twisted and pulled on the chains that tied me down.
"Keep talking, you little fool! Tell me more! Yes, yes, tell me more!" Rebecca cried. One hand flew to caress her valley, the other to knead her big, jutting breasts. Her green eyes sparkled wildly!
My mind jumped to my aid; she was a severely neurotic sadomasochistic and perhaps her deviation could save me from the one mine had gotten me into! "I'll tell you more! I'd beat your sweet ass black and blue, if I were free! I'd make it pucker with pain!" I gritted.
"Yes ... oh, yes! Keep talking! Keep talking!" She begged, her hands now working. One was fingering her and with the other she began to pinch her breasts. "And then ... and then?"
"And then I'd bite you tits and bite your clitoris, and take a poker and screw you! I'd hit you with these chains, until you came in a pool of hot love honey!"
"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, do it! Do it!" She cried, leaping to unsnap my leg chains and then my hands! Her eyes were wide with loving, lustful fear!
I leapt from the bed and commanded her in a yell. "Bend over, bitch! Bend over and take your punishment, like the red-haired whore that you are!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!" She cried, and believe you me, I did!
Only I didn't hit her to make it feel good; I cracked her a good one over her head. She passed out in a second. Now, it was my turn to do some trussing up. I hoped that the hypnotizing bit she was spouting off to me about, was only a lot of wind. She was heavy as hell, but I finally had her in the chained-up position that I had been in. I picked up my clothes and went out into the hall. I didn't want to be around if what she had said was true.
I closed the bedroom door and went in search of a phone. I found it in the kitchen, along with a refrigerator full of Coors beer. I'm not a beer drinker, but at the time I needed something, and I was sure those sealed cans were OK. The cold beer tasted good. I picked up the phone and dialed Pete's area code, then his private number. I hoped and prayed that he was not out.
It rang and rang and just as I was about to hang up, he answered. "Hello, Pete's long lost home for wayward girls!" He sang out cheerily.
"Oh, Pete!" I blurted, the compassion of hearing his voice welling up in me.
"Hey. my papoose! Where ya at, Kitten?"
"It's too long a story to tell over the phone, but how about hauling up to Placerville as fast as you can, and getting me! I've had my fill of Indians!"
"Smatter, hon, you didn't hit a snag, did you?"
"Never mind! I'll tell you when I see you, if I ever do! Look, I'm stealing a Chevy station wagon, a black one. I'll be in Placerville as soon as I find my way there."
"Check! If you gotta steal a car, you're in Dutch! I'll fly up with Mike, in his helicopter. It won't take us long. If there's a field up there you be at it. OK?"
"OK! I gotta go!" I said, and hung up. I heard a muffled yell coming from the back of my house. My trussed-up sex pot was coming to!
I knew Pete was already on his way. That was one thing about my boss, he stood behind his hired help! I grabbed my clutch purse and ran out into the yard. The keys were still in the car. I started it up and turned around, running over some iris in the process, but this was no time to worry about flowers.
I heard another muffled yell, and wondered if maybe I should go back and release her. She might starve to death, I thought. I slowed up, but then I remembered that she was not just any woman; she was a grand niece of Senor Valdez Mazatlan! My foot tromped hard on the accelerator and I left the yard in a cloud of dust!
I prayed all the way to the highway that the gasoline would hold out. The first town I came to was Caldor. I filled up the tank and hoped the guy wouldn't know that I was not the owner, but evidently Rebecca did not buy her gas there. "How far is it to Placerville?" I asked.
"Oh, 'bout thirty miles." He drawled.
"Gee, that far? I guess it'll be dark by the time I get there, huh?" I said. I noticed that he was washing a hole in my windshield. Then I remembered that I had not taken the time to put on my crotchless panties. Oh, well, either way, he was bound to see my curly, black hair.
"Uh, what?" He asked.
"Never mind. Is there a spot on my windshield that bothers you, or is it this spot?" I asked, pulling up my micro skirt about two more inches.
He gulped and his mouth fell open. "Lorda mighty, lady! You shouldn't oughta do that!"
"Why?" I asked, grinning and not bothering to put my skirt back down.
"Cause, yer makin' it hard fer me!"
"Really? How hard? Hard enough to use?" I said, smiling sweetly.
"You damn Mexican Indians has done this to me all week! I ain't hardly got no pay comin' now, from givin' out so damn much stuff on trade!" He gasped, but did not stop looking.
"Oh, really? Well, why don't you lock up anc drive me up to Placerville?"
"Why? Hell, if my old woman caught me ... I'd ... I'd..."
"Oh, come on. I'll give ya some of this and maybe the car, too! Huh? Come on, I need a good man like you!" I cooed.
"By hang, I'll do it! I can't stand that puckery thing a winkin' at me no more!" he blurted, threw down his rag and opened my door.
I smiled and slid over. I looked back as we drove off, and saw a fat woman run out, waving her fist. His wife, no doubt! "What's your name, honey? Mine's Rebecca." I said, smiling. The car's registry card had Rebecca Valdez on it, and was right on the steering post.
"Mort! Just call me Mort. All them other purty gals does! Boy, my ole' woman's gonna skin my rear like 'nanner when I get back!" He said, shaking his head but not slowing down any.
"Don't worry about her, let me see that hard you were worrying about." I said, reaching over and unzipping his tight fly. His organ popped out and into my hand. It was as hard as a brick! He looked to be about forty, but that dong of his was not of any old age. 'Course forty's not old, I guess, but it is to me, I'm not thirty yet.
"Ummmm, baby, yer hand feels nice an cool!" Mort said.
"Yeah? Good, put your right hand on me, man ... we're out of town now." I said, pulling his hand down to my pulsing slit.
"Goddamn! That's hotter than a furnace!" Mort breathed, running a finger in me. I was glad he was driving, 'cause he took those dips and curves at a breakneck speed! At that furious pace, we would soon eat up those thirty miles. "Honey, I can't keep this up an not pet any! I know a side road up here a ways how 'bout us goin' down it and gettin' some?" He asked.
"It's OK by me. but then you won't want to take me on to Placerville!" I replied.
"Oh, yes. I will! Hell we only got 'bout fifteen more miles to do ... an 'sides, I can't go back now. Not 'till dark! I gotta sneak in!"
"OK, then, let's hurry! 'Cause I'm supposed to be out to Placerville airstrip in a few minutes!" I said.
"Oh, hell that's this side of town. We're most there now!" He said, and started braking down. The sun was just starting to set. Mort pulled into a small dirt trail and stopped. "Lay back there, mamma, I'm hot!" He blurted.
I leaned back against the door, threw one leg up along the seat back, the other up on the dash, and I was spread open and ready!
"Godamighty! Even in this half-light, I can see that purty thing!" He grunted, crawling over to me. His rod was no flagpole like Ben's, but it was hard and he did know how to use it! That's what counts. "Oh. baby! Oh, mamma!" He grunted, then gritted. "Goddamn, I'm so hot I can't wait!"
I smiled, his actions had not stirred me up. But I guess it could be the left over reaction of Rebecca's violent vile loving. Anyhow, I just wasn't set off.
"Sorry, kid, I couldn't wait!" He said, pulling free.
It was a typical act of many men, so therefore not new to me. "That's OK, hon. I was so hot I came before you were even in me!" I lied.
"Well, I swan! You are a hot one!" He said, putting himself away without even bothering to wipe off.
"Now, are you still going to drive me up to the field?" I asked, not knowing what to really expect.
"Yer dang tootin'! Said I would, didn't I?" Mort said, and backed out of the side road.
In a short while, we pulled into a barren, wind swept field. A lone,' dark hanger stood to one side. "You say you are to meet someone here?" Mort asked.
"Yes, leave the lights on. They'll be here soon. Mort, you've been so nice to me, that I'm going to give you this car. You drive it back with you." I said, smiling.
I heard the chopper motor and climbed out, to stand in the car's headlights. I yelled at Mort and waved, as I ran for the open door and Pete; dust was blowing everywhere!