Chapter 7
The first thing Gogi did when they reached her temporary winter house was to telephone her brother's house in Chicago and tell the four maids who had made the trip with them to go out to the airport and wait for Greta's Lear Jet to pick them up and bring them back to Miami. That settled, she called her husband in Nassau to tell him that they had returned unexpectedly, that they had not found the U.S.A. much to their liking and had made a sudden decision to return.
The girls slept for hours and hours, when they did finally come wide awake it was near midnight. A light snack and a bottle of champagne made both of them feel better, it was the first solid food they had had in a long time. They sat out on the terrace and began to go over their recent hair raising trip to the center of the U.S.A.
"Well, we did exactly what we set out to do, Gogi. I am glad that you won't be bothered by those noisy parties anymore and I'm certain that a lot of girls will be better off without that perverted son of a bitch Sestor around anymore, I only wish my own problem was as simple as this has been," Greta said.
"Yes dear, I wish there was something you could do to yourself that would make you a normal person. It must be maddening to have the feeling that you do about sex." Gogi added as she wished she was able to help somehow.
"I've heard tell that there is voodoo practiced in this part of the world. Is there any truth to that rumor?" Greta said inquisitively.
"Well, all I know is hearsay, but there are certainly ways of finding out about the ancient art. Maybe we should make enquiry of some of the help around here, if anyone knows it will be them, or wait, how about Commodore Jordan? He seems to be up on everything," Gogi suggested.
"Wait until morning and we'll call him, you're right, he does know a lot about a lot of things," Greta replied.
Too tired to attempt any sex the girls went back to sleep and when they did wake the next day both were in a lot better spirits. The trip to Chicago already seemed like a dream to both of them, it was so fast and so furious it didn't seem real. In fact, if the papers hadn't carried a story about his death they would have forgotten it entirely.
Jordan showed up soon after they had called him and he was full of the details of Sestor's death. He thought it an interesting coincidence that he had been their main topic of conversation, but he certainly didn't relate the death to these lovely women he was talking to and drinking with, even if they had been out of town for that period.
"As a matter of fact I do know a bit about voodoo, Greta," Jordan replied to Greta's question.
"Please tell us whatever you know, it's such an intriguing subject," Gogi begged as the man seemed to drift away from conversation towards more physical activities.
"Well, first of all, voodoo originates from the jungles in Africa, but the art spread throughout the Caribbean Sea when the slaves were brought over back in the sixteenth century. The voodoo priests are active all over the Islands these days, in fact there is a lot of voodoo on the South American continent and even in Central America. Most of the voodoo has been proven to be fraudulent, although I've heard of one or two supposedly legitimate operations out of Cuba," Jordan explained to his interested audience.
"I thought Castro frowned on all religions," Gogi said.
"Yes he does and as a matter of fact he particularly frowns on voodoo, I think the famous practitioners haw fled Cuba, although I'm not at all sure of it, Jordan replied as he kept his eyes glued to the sexy looking girls who were asking such strange questions.
"We could fly to Havana and find out right from people living there. Who is the British Ambassador over there Gogi?" Greta asked of her friend.
"Lord Putt is the present one. I don't know him at all but I'm sure my husband would know him," Gogi replied as she warmed up to the idea of voodoo. She realized that maybe voodoo could exorcise Greta and free her from the awful curse that she lived under. She'd heard that voodoo cures everything.
"Let's call Lord Putt and try to arrange a meeting with him. We'll bring the Commodore with us as an expert advisor," Greta said.
"Whoa there, Greta, didn't you know that there are no diplomatic relations between my country and Cuba, I can't go with you over there," Jordan interposed with fervor at the mention of going to Cuba.
"So I do remember and it's been a pretty long time since your countries have been on good terms," Greta said as she remembered that Cuba was a communist nation. The rest of the world didn't understand America very well.
"You know that you girls have used up all my spare time today talking about voodoo. I'm sorry that I have to go home now but maybe you'll be here tomorrow. While I'm gone I'll try to get some information on the subject if you're really interested that much," Jordan said as he got up to leave.
"Are you serious about voodoo, Greta?" Gogi said after Jordan left.
"I'm serious about anything that will make me stop having these crazy dreams and that will make me a plain girl like you, Gogi. There has to be an answer for me somewhere, someplace," Greta replied with feeling.
"Then I'm going to ask my husband to make an appointment with Lord Putt over' in Havana for us. What excuse we'll use this time I don't know, but I'll make the arrangements for us as soon as possible," Gogi said as she went to the telephone to call her husband.
Gogi returned to say that they could go over anytime, Lord Putt was a wonderful man and he was Very cooperative with British citizens at all times. The girls planned to leave the next day as soon as they had finished talking to Commodore Jordan. The trip to Cuba seemed a pleasant expedition after their most horrible trip to Chicago. At least Cuba was a civilized nation. There was something about the U.S.A. that frightened those girls, it was an undercurrent of evil that seemed to run through every act of the country from the heads of state all the way down the line. Perhaps the- U.S.A. carried capitalism too far for their liking, money seemed to be everything to the Yanks, money and power that is.
Jordan arrived the next day full of information and also full of pep to make love with. The girls sensed his anticipation along the lines of sex and had prepared to greet him in a way that would assure them of getting the information they wanted from him without too much trouble. They greeted him at the front door completely naked.
"Come right in, Honey, we're both dying to make up for yesterday," Gogi said to the astonished young man.
The three sat down for a drink and the girls removed Jordan's clothes piece by piece until he was naked as they were. His big prick was as stiff as a ramrod and he looked good to the girls who hadn't seen a decent cock since they'd been with him. After three rounds of drinks the girls eased him into the bedroom where they went to work on him as though they were professional whores, only they enjoyed their work with this handsome young man.
After only a little- foreplay they formed a daisy chain and sucked each other for all they were worth. Jordan was anxious to stick his prick in Greta's cunt but of course he was not admitted. He settled for Gogi and there were worse fates to befall a man, as when he- was fucking Gogi he had Greta eating them both simultaneously. After three terrific comes Jordan at last relaxed and they got down to discussing voodoo seriously.
"It seems the most famous voodoo man "alive today is a white man. He was raised in a savage tribal atmosphere in the heart of the jungles of Africa and he was adopted by a man from England when he was about fifteen years old. The Englishman sent him to schools in England and he became a religious scholar of quite some note and fame. After receiving as many degrees as possible in College-he returned to the jungles and applied his vast spiritual knowledge to voodoo.
The result of his combined teachings was for him to quickly attain the reputation of the world's leading 'witch-doctor'. He practiced in Cuba until Castro took over and since then he has been holding court in Mexico City. I have his name and address over there if you want it, perhaps he is your best bet if you want to study voodoo," Jordan at last finished saying.
"This seems to be exactly what we're looking for."
"We can't thank you enough, commodore, you're the greatest in every department, we'd be lost without you," Greta said thankfully.
"Well, if you decided to go to Mexico City I think you'll be astounded at this man. He is the only man alive who is a qualified physician as well as a mystic of the black art of voodoo. They say hi- has worked miracles for those who needed miracles," Jordan continued as he- began to leave the house.
As soon as Jordan had gone the girls went back into another huddle to discuss the possibility of going to Mexico or Cuba. Jordan had left the name and address of the witch doctor with Gogi, his name was Dr. William Green and his address was 132 Morales Street, Mexico City, Mexico.
"I say let's forget about Cuba and go straight to Mexico," Greta suggested as she went over Jordan's words in her mind.
"I agree, we're off whenever you say. My husband is still very busy in Nassau and this is a perfect time for me to travel," Gogi stated urgently.
"God, if I thought he could do something for me I'd call Bob Jones right now and tell him to meet me there," Greta said in great eagerness.
"Who is Bob Jones, pray tell?" Gogi asked in bewilderment.
"Bob is a man I truly love and I've never mentioned him to a soul except you, Gogi. In fact, no one really knows about my impairment except you. Bob has no idea what's wrong with me, all he knows is that I won't lay him and of course he wonders why. I'd marry him in a minute if I knew that I was going to be all right," Greta replied in a most confidential tone of voice,
"Well, voodoo is mostly about the devil isn't it?" Gogi asked.
"Yes it is and that's what I think is wrong with me," Greta said.
"Then it's settled, we're off to sunny Mexico, let's get going, I can't wait to get there," Gogi said as she rang for the maids to start packing.
The Lear-Jet made fast work of the two thousand miles from Miami to Mexico City. The flight was uneventful for the girls but inside Greta was praying to all the saints that this might be her salvation. Just the thought of being to have a normal intercourse made her huge cunt twitch with desire for a cock, a cock for her very own, one she could love forever.
Mexico is a city of nine million people, located in the- crater of an extinct volcano and well over a mile high in the sky. The plane landed smoothly and a huge black limousine with a chauffeur and footman picked the girls up and drove slowly toward the downtown area, the girls talking a mile a minute in the depths of the back seat.
"You realize that we have no place to stay here in case we have to remain overnight to sec- this Doctor Green?" Greta said.
"I haven't even thought of it. First though let's go to the address we have and see the Doctor, maybe he won't even see it," Gogi suggested.
They arrived in the 'Zona-Rosa', a most exclusive section of the city and soon were parked in front of the address of the famous man. His house was huge and beautiful on the outside, it had been constructed many years ago by the French, who had occupied Mexico before the revolution. The girls got out of the car and rang the bell which was placed on the huge front gate of the wall which ran all around the lavish house and grounds.