Total Consciousness

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 nightclubs in search of entertainment and relaxation. Others in the city gathered 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 burning the lamp oil in his office. He carried on this Friday evening preparing the contracts and letters needed for the trip to Spain. Meanwhile, 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 nightclubs 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 mid-thigh white stockings, orange garters and tangerine high heels stroked Patricio’s attention. She approached him, and asked,

     “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 ignored the hostess. He inspected the receiving area and looked at the staircase, wondering if Marco humped above or below. He asked, “I’m searching for Marco Riego. Is he here?”

     “Riquisimo,” replied the hostess, “I knew you had deviant tastes, bonbon. Such manly pleasures.”

     A disgusted expression smeared across Patricio’s face, and his body gagged at the jab. Quickly he replied, “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 replied with a playful disappointed tone. “Bonbon,” she said, “our establishment honors the privacy of its clients. I can’t help you with … such, intimate information.”

     Patricio nodded his head, and said, “of course there’s a price.”

     The hostess returned to her cheerful voice, and continued, “Pero, we have some gorgeous ladies that delight in eating sweet candy like you up.” She double air kissed at him 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.

     Patricio coughed as he moved to the exit. A woman called out from an adjacent room, forcing him to stop mid stride.

     “Not so fast, honey. Don’t come to an end so soon.” Through a heavy curtain that covered a gothic doorway, Esmehraude’s heels tapped with rhythmic precision as she entered the lobby in her tight indigo dress.

     “Buenas noches, honey,” said Esmehraude, “you know our policy. Privacy is king here. Still, I’ll give you a hint. Ahem, privacy is king; pero, the words released in the heat of passion, ahhh, so delicious, well, hell … that’s a different matter. Above all, the wet words of passion are allowed to be free, to come … to come as they please, honey.”

Thank you

     I appreciate your time in reading this blog post. Next Saturday I will upload the next part of Chapter Three: A Pledge Accepted, from my first novel: Guerrero of Passions.