Chapter-3: A Pledge Accepted
The weekend opened with the usual delights of city night life. Marco and his friends visited local bars, eateries and night clubs in search of entertainment, relaxation and escape. Others in the city spent time with friends or family. Still, for many, another option played out. A significant percentage of Mexico City carried on with the work week and readied to earn into the weekend.
One of these workers of the extended work week philosophy, Diego Guerrero, continued on burning the lamp oil in his office. He carried on this Friday evening preparing the contracts and letters needed for the trip to Spain. Mean while, his assistant Patricio, also a member of the extended work week crew, searched the streets of Mexico City for Marco.
Two eateries, two bars and two night clubs later, Patricio found himself at La Gata, one of Marco’s favorite establishments. A young hostess in a tight orange corset with a matching short skirt waited in the lobby. Her thigh high white stockings, orange garters and tangerine high heels stroked at Patricio’s attention. She approached him, asking,
“Hola caballero, what’s your pleasure for tonight? Do you like ‘em tall, short, thick, slim, or extra curvy? How about brown hair, black hair or rubia? Ah, maybe you want two at a time; yum … what’s your pleasure, bonbon?”
Patricio smirked and ignored the hostess. He inspected the receiving area and looked at the stair case, wondering if Marco humped above or below.
“I’m searching for Marco Riego. Is he here?”
“Riquisimo, I knew you had deviant tastes, bonbon. Such manly pleasures,” replied the hostess.
A disgusted expression smeared across Patricio’s face, and his body gagged at the jab.
“Women, I only bed women. Marco is a coworker that is needed for an assignment. Is he here or do you know of his whereabouts?”
The hostess sighed and tilted her head in a disappointed hold. “Bonbon,” she said, “our establishment honors the privacy of its clients. I can’t help you with … such, intimate information.”
Returning to her cheerful tone, the hostess continued,
“Pero, we have some gorgeous ladies that delight in eating sweet candy like you up.” A double air kiss and she winked.
Patricio rolled his eyes and shut them tight. He rubbed his temples and forced a smile before repeating his question in a hurried manner. The hostess only laughed and growled at him, extending her right hand in a clawing motion.
Through clinched teeth, Patricio coughed as he moved to the exit.
A woman called out from an adjacent room. Patricio grimaced and stopped mid stride.
“Not so fast, honey. Don’t come to an end so soon.” Stepping through a heavy curtain that covered an ornate door way, Esmehraude’s heels tapped with rhythmic precision as she entered the lobby in her tight indigo dress.
“Buenas noches, honey, you know our policy. Privacy is king here. Even so, I’ll give you a hint. Ahem, privacy is king; pero, the words released in the heat of passion, mmmm, so delicious, well, hell … that’s a different matter. Above all, words of passion are allowed to be free, to come … to come as they please, honey.”
Patricio looked up at the ceiling and felt a painful pulse in his eyes and ears. He inhaled deep.
“How much will it cost, Esmeh … how much for information on Marco’s location?”
Esmehraude licked her lips twice and laughed.
“Three times the usual fee. And, at least fifteen minutes of service, honey. That’s my final offer. Of course, a quick bath is also required. Come, I volunteer to be serviced. Oh, yes, make me believe you really want the information. Come, come, right this way … right this way, honey.” Her heels backed him up, and she puckered her lips and reached out for a tip.
A mixture of excitement and anger palpitated up Patricio’s back and he agreed: “Fine, it’s a deal.”
Smooth to respond, Esmehraude moved in with a tight hug, pressing her cleavage against his chest. In reflex, Patricio reached out and placed his arm around her waist.
She stared at him with narrowed eyes, waiting for a firm tug. He inhaled her strong jasmine perfume and remembered, lowering his hand to her plump butt. Lustful fire burned in his eyes, bright with thick bites and tugs.
Thrilled with her catch for the night, Esmehraude massaged her breasts on him some more and smiled. A mixture of wet heat and dance bloomed between them as they stepped through the heavy curtain door.
Thank you
Thank you for reading. Next Monday I will post the second part of Chapter-3: A Pledge Accepted.
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