"Now," Alex said, "I want to hear the truth."
"Que?" The girl paused. She was sliding her bra down her arms. Her breasts were soft and round under it, the nipples large brown caps with nubbins that stuck straight out.
"What happened to the two women I was with?"
She shrugged and dropped the black foundation garment on the dresser. Squirming her hips slightly, she began to run her panties over her legs.
"Stop that!" Alex grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. "You know what I mean. What happened to them, to me?"
"Let go. You hurt me." Gloria tried to twist out of Alex's grasp but he clamped his fingers tighter.
"I'm not playing!"
The girl finally pulled her arm free and hurried to the door. "Go away," she said, turning the knob. "I don't want you here no more."
Alex gave her a pained expression as he stepped to the door. "I guess I'll have to tell that cop to arrest you after all."
Gloria's eyes flicked wider at the thought of jail. It didn't require clairvoyance to see she wasn't liking the idea worth a damn.
Stepping past her, Alex caught the doorknob and started to go out in the hall.
She put her hand over his and said, "Wait!"
"For what?"
"Wait. I tell you." She walked back across the room and sat down hard on the bed. The springs protested, rocking her slightly and making her breasts jiggle enticingly. Taking cigarettes from the table, she lit one and then flopped back on the bed, blowing smoke at the ceiling.
Alex followed her and sat down on the bed. "What will you tell me?"
"What you desire to know." Gloria breathed out and twin jets of bluish smoke squirted out of her nose to join the already stale air in the room. "But you must not tell anyone it is me who says this thing, entiende?"
"I understand."
"It is that pig Manuel. He tell me, keep you in my bed all night. When you wake up, tell you your friends themselves are tired of waiting for you. That they leave. Maybe… how you say, enojado?"
"Angry?"
"Si, that is it. Angry. That is the thing Manuel tell me to do. But you didn't?"
The girl tried to shrug lying down. The movement rippled through her breasts, quivering them like jello. "No."
"Why not?"
She looked at Alex disdainfully. "What good you to me? You sleep all time. So I put you in street."
"After taking my money and my wallet and jewelry."
She shrugged again, with the same phenomenal results as previously.
"Who is this Manuel?"
"Manuel Ramos. He is, how you say, pimp. He gets girls, makes them work for him." She shivered. "He is very mean, hard man."
"How do I find him?"
"Ask the taxista to take you to La Casa de Los Angeles – house of the angels. Maybe Manuel there."
"Thanks." Alex stood to go.
Grabbing him, the girl tried to pull him down on the bed. "Don't go yet. Not enough time. Maybe Manuel find out you here and he come here to kill me, he think maybe I tell you something."
"All right. I'll wait a bit."
The girl squirmed over on the bed to let him sit more comfortable. "What you do when you find Manuel?"
"What I can!"
"Bad?"
"Maybe."
"Good." The girl blew a smoke ring into the air. "This Manuel, he is no good!"
"How do you know?"
The girl rolled over on her stomach and pulled her panties down over the soft globes of her buttocks. Each cheek was dappled with round, white spots that stood out against the darker olive of her skin.
"My God! What caused that?"
"Manuel," the girl said simply. "He take cigarillo, you know, and 'ssst'!"
Wonderingly Alex reached down to touch the smooth, brown flank and run his fingertips over the white spots. The girl shivered under the cool touch of his fingertips but Alex couldn't feel any scar tissue.
"They aren't new," he said.
"No," Gloria agreed. "This is from a long time ago, when Manuel owned me. He was very cruel."
Alex continued to run his hand over the girl's marred butt, thinking of Renee in the Mexican's hands. "Owned?"
"Si! Manuel, he is a dealer in putas. He buys them, sells them. Breaks them not to run away. He is very clever."
Alex stopped moving his hand and leaned over the girl. "What will he do with my friends?"
"Don't stop. That feels so good." The girl lay with her cheek on her hands and wiggled her butt. "Quien sabe what he will do? Maybe he sell them in some other country."
Leaning his weight onto his hands as his fingers dug deep into her flesh, massaging her, Alex decided the girl was exaggerating. This was the twentieth century, after all. And there was no way in the world to keep a slave from running away when freedom was just around the corner.
Something wetted Alex's finger and the girl sighed. Unconsciously his hand had slid between the girl's thighs and manipulated the gently contracting cunt that lay open and waiting. It was her juice that flowed onto him.
The feel of her soft twat awakened the sex urge in Alex. Awkwardly he continued massaging her ass, working his fingers in her slot as he struggled out of his own clothes. The girl just lay flopped on her face, sighing blissfully as his hands did their work.
Gently he lay on top of her, his cock nestling in the crack of her ass. His hands crept under her to cup her tits, to squeeze and stroke them until he felt the nipples projecting out like nails.
The girl was stifling moans, now. She twisted her head and began kissing the hand squeezing her breast in time to a slow, silent rhythm. She added her hips to the beat and Alex's cock started sinking between the cheeks of her ass.
He thrilled to the feel of his cock poking against the tight opening. Gloria mewed and bucked.
Slowly her butt was forced open. Slowly his prick pushed the circular walls wide and sank into her.
She moaned and sucked on his knuckles, sometimes catching her own tit in her mouth as she attacked his hands. Her hips were pounding in and out, driving the fleshy spike all the way into her ass until it wouldn't go any further.
"More," she cried. "More!"
Alex braced his knees on the bed and drove into her, pounding her butt against his body as he lurched into her. She cried out and drove back. Her hands reached back and dug into her ass trying to pull it wider to help Alex drive in. They were both panting. Alex was pulling his cock almost all the way out and plunging back in with a resounding "slap!" Her huge, soft breasts filled his hands and he gripped them so tightly she moaned with passion.
He slammed into her, panting for breath. The bed springs creaked as he drove his shaft in to the hilt.
"Uh!" she cried as he pounded into her. "Uh, uh, uh, aaaaah."
The ring of flesh convulsed around his penis, grabbing it like a fist jerking it in hot agony. And then he was flooding her depths with his cream and she moaned in ecstasy as the hot liquid warmed and filled her.
For a long time they were silent as she held him to her, his prick plunged into her aching bottom.
Softly she humped away from him, dragging his half-hard meat out of her ass. But her hands held him between her legs when he tried to get up.
"The other hole!" she said. "Please. The other hole now."
"I've got to go!"
Gloria rose up on her knees and felt between her legs for his prick. Tenderly she began to stroke its limp length with her hands. When it was hard and straight, she held it between her thighs and heaved her hips back and forth in short, controlled grins. Her cunt split over it, soaking it in her juice. Her hair tickled against it.
Alex wrapped his arms around her again. Catching her distended nipples in his fingers, he pinched down hard and clamped his fingers into the flesh of her tits. She mewed and swayed faster until the liquid was soaking Alex's cock.
He lay against her, pushing her down onto the bed. Gloria writhed under his weight. Frantically, she split her legs as far as she could, her cunt begging him to attack.
Alex couldn't resist any longer. The soft, pink flesh was too much temptation. He rammed all the way in to Gloria's insides, impaling her on one stroke. She shrieked and then was pounding and fighting him even harder than when his prick was in her ass.
With trembling fingers she took the cigarette off the table and dragged on it even while he was jazzing her on the end of his stick. She handed it to him.
"Use it," she sobbed. "Use it on my butt!"
Alex held the cigarette, horrified. "No!"
"Use it," she cried again. "I need it. No comprende? You must!"
She slammed back against him driving his cock deeper into the sloppy hole. With her own hand she guided his to her ass, forcing him to press the glowing red tip against her flesh. There was a long "sssst" and the pungent odor of burning flesh. The girl cried out and her twat enfolded Alex's cock like a glove, increasing the friction a dozen times.
"Again," she demanded. "Again!" She was using her hands to drive her ass back to impale herself on his rod.
Mechanically, he pushed the cigarette into the rounded softness of her butt. She screamed with joy, redoubling the ferocity of her attack. Once more and her cunt lips tightened in a strangle hold on his cock, holding his burning semen in him until he thought he would burst, then sucking the surging stream of white with greedy intensity as it purged her passage.
She lay there, shivering, as Alex dressed. "Thank you," she mumbled.
Alex didn't say anything. He was drained and shocked. He had enjoyed it. It terrified him that the cruelty left him filled, not with shame, but with relief and pleasure. Almost as if he looked forward to doing it again.
Something, he vowed to himself, that would never happen again.
"He made me like this," the girl said. "Manuel. He did this to me."
Hesitantly, Alex touched one of the fresh burns on her ass. She flinched, but didn't try to move away. His fingers riffled the hair between her legs and gently stroked the swollen lips of her vagina.
The girl shivered, stretched her legs rigid. "Can't you stay just a little longer?" she pleaded. "Por favor!"
"No," Alex said. "No." And he whirled and fled the room before he gave in to his weakness and said yes.