Total Consciousness

Chapter-3: A Pledge Accepted

     Patricio looked up at the ceiling and felt a painful pulse in his eyes and ears. He inhaled deep, and asked: “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 as she puckered her lips and reached out for a tip.

     A mixture of excitement and anger palpitated up Patricio’s back and core. He agreed: “Fine, it’s a deal.”   

     Smoothly, 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 half closed eyes, waiting for a firm grip.

     Patricio 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 as he gripped her massive cheeks.

     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.  

     Forty-five minutes later, Patricio left La Gata with the information he needed. He extended his arm and hailed a horse and buggy. He climbed up and settled in, and he read the note in his hand and smiled with pride. Esmehraude wrote this note for him as he took her from behind—pounding shock wave, after shock wave, through her smooth cheeks and up her spine.

     Marco planned to spend the rest of his night in an upper-class nightclub, Azul Celeste. Hopeful, Patricio believed his search for Marco would soon come to an end.

     The burning light from the streetlamps flickered in and out as the small carriage hurried on. Patricio relaxed as he rode along, listening to the rhythm of the evening. All around him, Mexico City breathed music, motion and desires of night. And, just as he relaxed to drift into the magic of the night, his ride ended. 

     Patricio felt betrayed as he looked at the supposed nightclub. He stood in front of a simple building: two floors, rusty red brick factory, and no windows. A closer look and he found a small, faded sign above a solid steel door: Heavenly Blue. To his surprise, the massive door opened smoothly, without any noise.

     Once inside, Patricio hesitated for several odd breaths. A strange grey waiting room greeted him. To his immediate left, behind a counter, an attendant looked up and gave a perfunctory smile.

     Patricio rushed forward: “I’m on urgent business. Is Marco Riego here; or do you know of his whereabouts?” He frowned and judged the room with contempt: plain gray walls, three gray seats, gray floor tiles, one gray door and two plain oil lamps on gray trays.

     The attendant, in his plain gray suit, smirked and coughed twice. “Greetings, señor,” he said. “I am not at liberty to divulge any information about this establishment.” The attendant gave a quick fake smile and waited for a response.

     Patricio bit his tongue and glared at the attendant: “I have a vague description of a counter to your statement. My instructions are to say ….” He looked over his note. “Ah, yes, I request entry by A Triple or The Triple. Does that mean anything to you?”

     The attendant’s smile opened, and his eyes sparkled with a perverse glow. He said, “If the gentleman wishes to enter by way of The Triple, then I may take a message of three words and search inside. Here sir, you may write your message on this paper with this graphite.”

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.