Chapter 4
"Your first trip to Mexico?" asked the very attractive Latin girl sitting next to Jane.
Jane had noticed the ultra-chic Dior suit when they were boarding the plane. The patent leather shoes and bag set off the pastel green silk of the suit and blended with the girl's raven black hair beautifully, Jane thought. The girl's body, not too well concealed beneath the Dior creation, was outstanding. Her large, full breasts came together and left a deep cleavage that would lure men to the ends of the earth, Jane thought. Her face, with soft, delicate features framed in an almost perfect oval, was beautiful. The high cheek bones reminded Jane of a young Ava Gardner.
"Yes," Jane replied, "and I'm so excited about it!"
"I live there. And you're right, it's an exciting city. My name is Consuela Garcia. Connie for short."
"Mine's Jane. Jane Homer, and I live in Omaha."
The two girls chatted about fashions, new hair styles, the books they had read, and even religion. Jane learned that Connie was Catholic, but she didn't hold that against her. She had some very fine friends who were Catholic. In fact, Jane didn't hold anything against Connie; she liked her very much. Within an hour it seemed like they had known each other for years. Jane felt relaxed and at ease with Connie, and she couldn't help but notice the admiring glances the male passengers gave the two of them.
Connie smoked, and even took a drink, but you couldn't hold that against her. After all, many people had no idea how much they tortured their bodies!
Noticing the plain, but very expensive jewelry Connie wore, Jane supposed that Connie was married to a very wealthy man. She guessed Connie to be in her mid to late twenties, and Jane was certain Connie was a college graduate.
"Where're you staying in Mexico City?" Connie asked.
"At the El Presidents"
"Marvelous, so am I."
"I thought you lived there."
"Oh, not in the city. I live down in Cuernavaca, but I'll spend tonight in the city. I want to do some shopping in the morning before I go down. Say, I have a marvelous idea! Why don't you come shopping with me in the morning? My uncle will have a car and driver for me, and we'll tour some of the best shops."
"I'd love it!" Jane replied enthusiastically. "All I have to do is go by the American Ebasssy and say hello to a man who's expecting to hear from me as soon as I arrive. I'll do that first thing, and then we'll hit the shops. It sounds exciting!"
Shit, Consuela thought to herself, there's a complication none of us anticipated! It'll be worth it, though. With that body of hers Jane would be a real star in the Game Room! Maybe Avillo will let me have a shot at her. I'd love to sit on that pretty face of hers and make her sink her tongue deep into my cunt! Consuela's legs felt a tight, tingling sensation when the thought of having Jane's head between her thighs came to her. She shifted in the seat to relieve the itch in her loins, remembering that the fish wasn't completely in the net yet.
"Unless it's a close friend, check in by phone. It'll save you a lot of time."
"I suppose I could do that. I don't really know the man at all. He's a friend of my doctor. Yes, I'll do that."
That wasn't as bad as it sounded, Consuela thought. She doesn't know him at all! That should be simple to handle! A phone call, a plausible story and all would be taken care of.
"Do you have other friends in Mexico?" Consuela asked, making sure all loopholes were covered.
"No, none at all. A Dr. Gorman helped me get an invitation to a meeting, but I've never met him."
You will, indeed you will, Consuela said to herself! She could remember the day not too long ago when she was as naive and enthusiastic as Jane Horner. Dr. Gorman had helped change all that. Consuela's family was poor, and she had been waiting tables in a cocktail lounge in Mexico City. Guzman and Gorman were regular customers and they talked her into coming down to Cuernavaca one weekend. Gorman had been on a hypnotism kick at the time, and through hypnosis they introduced Consuela to the pleasures of sex in the Game Room.
Consuela had had no education to speak of, but she was shrewd in the way of a peasant. Guzman's wealth was apparent, and when pleasure finally gave way to pain in sex, Consuela was receptive to a liaison proposed by Senor Guzman. She would live at the estate and be available for any type of sexual encounter. She would do exactly as she was told, giving them free reign with her body and mind. In return, Consuela would have all the money she could use, the finest wardrobe and extensive travel. She would receive instructions from a private tutor in the social graces and become the unofficial hostess at the estate.
Doubts were ever present in Consuela's mind at the beginning. The things they did to her, and the things they had her do to them, were terrible. She spent weeks sleeping on her stomach and unable to sit down, her body racked with pain as a result of the hours she spent in the Game Room. Then a transformation took place. She gave herself over to them completely, wallowing with them in the pursuit of their unusual desires. Her personality changed, and soon she became a female version of her employer.
The only thorn in her life was Dr. Carl Gorman. He said he was from Austria, but Consuela was certain there was more to his story than he was willing to tell. Under his benign facade, he was capable of almost inhuman cruelty. She was almost positive that Senor Guzman felt the same way about Gorman. The trust he placed in the doctor had definite limits.
Jane broke the silence with a flood of questions about Mexico City. Consuela answered, her mind snapping back to the immediate task before her. They chatted, and when the plane landed they were the closest of friends.
The two girls walked out of customs and immigrations together, arm in arm and laughing at how skillfully Consuela had handled the customs inspector. Paco was waiting for them near the airline counter, his deformed body standing out in the crowded corridor. He was dressed in a suit and tie, which accentuated rather than concealed his grotesque body. Consuela took Jane's arm and guided her through the crowd to where Paco was standing. Jane shuddered when she saw the misshapen body and the ugly face, and Paco didn't miss the momentary shiver running through her.
"Hola, Paco!" Consuela said. "With this crowd, I'm certainly glad my uncle sent you to meet us! Paco, this is Jane Horner, a friend of mine."
Paco smiled and nodded his head in a slight bow. Jane was thankful he didn't attempt to shake her hand. He was so repulsive to her, the very thought of having him touch her was more than she could bear. And the man smelled. He really did. Jane hadn't been certain at first with so many people around, but there was a definite odor coming from him, a very unpleasant odor. A mixture of cologne and dirt, or cologne and sweat. Her nostrils quivered at the foul scent, but Jane controlled herself lest she offend him.
The porter brought their luggage and the trio headed for the main entrance where Paco had the car waiting with the engine running. They had to thread their way through the crowded lobby, and at one point Paco put his arm around Jane's waist and applied gentle pressure to guide her around a knot of people. Jane's body shuddered when she felt his unwelcome touch, causing her to give an involuntary jerk forward. She escaped from his grasp and moved straight forward through the crowd, tossing a "I think I can manage, thank you," over her shoulder at him.
"You stinking gringo bitch," Paco murmured under his breath. "You'll be singing a different tune before long." He watched Jane's buttocks sway as she moved ahead of him, grinning inwardly as he thought of running his cock up that tight little ass. When he got through with her, she'd be begging him to use her blonde cunt!
The ride into town was dull. Passing through one of the industrial districts, Jane watched the gray, dirty, uninteresting factories pass in an unending stream one after the other. Traffic, among the heaviest in the world, pressed bumper to bumper four lanes abreast. They were in the last hour of daylight and Jane noticed a heavy, black, oppressive haze hanging over the city.
"What's that black smoke coming from?" she asked.
"That's not smoke, dear," Consuela replied, "it's smog. It's become so bad in the past three years the government has passed a number of laws against air polution. The same problem some of your cities are having, only there it's worse, much worse!"
Paco wound the car skillfully down San Juan de Letran and Isabel la Catolica, heading for the central part of the city. Using several side streets, he pulled onto Juarez one block before it became Paseo de la Reforma. He cursed under his breath as he saw the heavy traffic ahead on La Reforma. He wouldn't have come this way, but Consuela wanted to show the gringo cunt the tree-lined avenue with its many statues and fountains. It would take them better than thirty minutes to get to El Presidente this way. He settled back in the seat, giving his leg a rest, and gripped the wheel with a fierce determination. In the mirror he watched the blonde's tits heaving and jiggling as she and Consuela talked.
"Say, I have a great idea!" Consuela said. "Why not have dinner with me tonight? We'll go over to La Jena and feast on some real French food. I'm famished, how about you?"
"I'd like to take a raincheck on that Connie. To be perfectly honest, I'm pooped! I thought I'd just grab a bite at the hotel, take a good hot bath and hit the hay. It sounds like tomorrow will be a full day, and I think I'd better rest up for it. Maybe tomorrow night, or next week...."
"I know how you feel, Jane. Traveling always tires me, too. I really should visit my cousin, but I just thought it would be pleasant to have dinner together. You're right about tomorrow. If we're going shopping, we'll be on our feet a lot. What do you say we have breakfast early? Eight-thirty all right with you?"
"Fine. I'll meet you in the lobby."
"Meet by the swimming pool. That's where we'll have breakfast. The pool is right in the lobby."
"In the lobby?"
"You'll see. It's beautiful."
And it was! Jane had never seen a swimming pool in a hotel lobby before. It was against the west wall, the wall itself, made of rough stone, forming one edge of the pool. Ivy climbed the stone in irregular patterns and water dripped here and there to give the effect of a waterfall. Tables and chairs were arranged on a large terrace raised slightly above the pool, and people were seated sipping coffee, watching the lovely girl in a skimpy bikini take an early dip.
Jane chose a table near the pool and sat down. The hot bath and ten full hours of sleep had done wonders for her. She felt completely relaxed and was looking forward to an exciting day of shopping. The waiter came and Jane ordered coffee while she waited for Connie. Looking at her watch, Jane noticed that it was already past eight-thirty. She smiled to herself. Mexicans are never on time!
Consuela was busy wrestling with a problem of her own, how to get Jane to Cuernavaca. She hated to drug her. It always took so long to wear off, and she had no idea of what Senor Guzman had in mind for the girl. Yet she could see no other way. Jane obviously had a mind of her own, and she would be un-likely to agree to a trip to Cuernavaca without a damned good reason. If she told Jane her uncle was ill, Jane would be sympathetic, but she'd probably insist on remaining at the hotel.
And the man at the American Embassy. That was something she had to handle before they did anything else! It wouldn't do to have anyone looking for Jane Horner! Paco wanted to hit her over the head and take her down last night, but Paco lacked a subtle mind. No, this had to be handled smoothly, and doping her was the only practical way. Consuela glanced at her watch and realized she was late.
"That was a marvelous breakfast!" Jane said, finishing the last few sips of coffee in her cup.
"You'll find the food here is excellent," Consuela replied. "Speaking of food, I suppose you've been warned about our little tourista bug down here?"
"I've heard a lot about it. Should I be careful?"
Consuela opened her purse and took out a small, red capsule. She handed it to Jane with a wide smile and a little wink.
"Take this and you won't have to worry at all. It's no fun worrying about what you can and cannot eat while you're on vacation. This is perfectly safe, and it'll kill the bug before it has a chance to get started. I'll take you by a farmacia later on and you can get a supply of your own."
Trying not to show her anxiety, Consuela watched Jane hold the capsule in her hand and weigh the decision in her mind. She wavered for a moment, opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, thought better of it and swallowed the pill with a big sip of water. Consuela relaxed, a grin momentarily crossing her lips. They had almost an hour before the pill would take effect, and there was still much to do. She signed the check and took Jane's arm, leading her outside where Paco had the car waiting.
They drove through the little section of town surrounding the hotel. Consuela explained that it was really called the Niza area because Niza Street was its central thoroughfare, but that the taxi drivers called it the "Zona Rosa," the "Pink One," because this was where all the American tourists stayed. "Prices here are almost double what they are in any other part of town," Consuela said as Paco turned off Hamburgo Street and headed for the area near Washington Square.
Consuela had him stop near the square, and she went to one of the little telephone boxes on the sidewalk. Jane waited in the car, a sudden drowsiness flowing through her body. Consuela had looked up the number of the American Embassy before she left her room, and Jane had mentioned at breakfast the name of the man she was to contact.
"Hello, Mr. Cutter? ... This is Jane Horner. I meant to come by to see you this morning, but I ran into an old friend and we're going to Veracruz togther ... Yes, last night, but I was too tired to even try to call you. You understand how those long flights on a jet are ... Thank you. And I'm looking forward to meeting you. I'll call you when I get back to Mexico City ... Oh, I don't really know. Maybe a week, maybe two weeks. I'll be back for the conference, though. Perhaps we can have lunch or dinner then ... Fine, I'll look forward to it ... 'By now."
Consuela breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to the car. Jane was breathing heavily, her eyelids almost closed. When she heard Consuela open the door, Jane looked up.
"Connie, I'm not feeling too well. I think I may be having one of my attacks again. Would you mind terribly if I went back to the hotel?"
"Fine, dear. I understand. It may be the altitude. We're over a mile in the air, you know."
Knowing Jane had no more than five minutes before she would be unconscious, Consuela motioned to Paco with her hand and the car lurched forward as he headed for Insurgentes Avenue and the Cuernavaca tollroad. Jane's last conscious memory was of a pretty fountain as Paco swung the car onto Insurgentes and headed south.