When the door swung open, Manuel had to stifle a scream of rage. The man who followed Renee in was not chico, who looked so much like a gringo they did not even glance at him twice at the border, it was that Americano. The one Jose and Antonio were to have taken care of last night.
Manuel kept his eye glued to the peephole, no longer concerned about Fran, who was with Pepito, a reliable man. Inside he was fuming. Where was that cabron chico?
Renee followed Alex into the room and closed and bolted the door after them.
Wordlessly, she started peeling her clothes off, running her hands over her body in a constant gesture of enticement.
I will not help him, she thought bitterly. I would have trusted him and he betrayed me. She might have cried a few days ago, but now her face was molded into a mask that refused to give way. Thanks to Manuel, she thought.
She tossed her bra on the table, and then she was swept up into Alex's arms. "Wait!" She tried to writhe away. "I'm not undressed yet." She didn't want to, but she trembled in the warm shelter of his arms, at the comforting scent of his body.
"Renee! It is you, isn't it?"
She jerked free and turned her back to him. "Get undressed," she said. Quickly, she worked her skirt over her hips. Her panties followed with the gentle sign of silk wisping over nylon. Sitting down, she rolled her stockings down her legs. Then she was ready.
Alex stood watching her. A stupid, perplexed expression on his face.
"Get undressed," she hissed. "That's what you're here for, isn't it?"
Standing, Renee began to undo his shirt. Her hands crept to his belt, unfastened the top button of his trousers, gently ran the zipper down.
She pressed her body against his and wiggled until she felt his cock rising, jabbing against her thigh. It was distant. Although she was conscious of it happening, it roused no feeling in her. She knew why she was doing this.
Not for Alex. Or Manuel. But because of what Manuel promised to do to her and Fran if she failed. Renee shivered. He had the girl brought up so they could see – the girl with the nose split with a knife so that it spread across her face, the crushed cheekbones that made her look dead and old and used. The scars on her deflated breasts!
That, Manuel said, was what would happen to them. He promised. On his mother's name he promised.
Of course, he said, they would be worth very little to him then, and he would sell them to a less gentle taskmaster who didn't worry about looks because the things he wanted done were so ugly nobody wanted to look anyway.
Manuel had leered at them, and Renee believed. There was never any doubt in her mind that he meant what he said.
Pressing against Alex, she tried to stir his passion with her hand, afraid again, after she promised herself she wouldn't be.
Flopping back on the bed, she pulled Alex after her so he lay between her sprawled legs. That should be enough, she thought, staring up at the green ceiling where she knew Manuel would be watching.
Alex's body was fevered on hers. His heat warmed her and she felt his fingers tentatively groping for her slit. Then he had her and she signed in relief that the uncertainty was gone.
His fingers forced themselves inside her roughly, straining the lips of her cunt until she had to move to try to get away from them. Her hand darted down and caught his prick and started to stroke it and cup his hairy balls.
What was she doing? It was so automatic that Renee felt sick. Worse, the desire was rising in her against her will to be used by him. As Manuel and those two strangers had used her.
She guided his prick into her, writhing in ecstasy as it pushed her cunt open, the long thickness of it sliding sensuously into her cunt. She wanted to faint when she finally felt the head nestled deep inside of her. Deep inside her soft, white belly.
She looked down at their two bodies joined together. It always amazed her that there was never any sign of that great hunk of meat stirring up a volcano in her body.
Both her hands gripped his body convulsively. "Fuck me!" she whispered. "Please, Alex! Fuck me to death!"
Tenderly his lips found hers. Then his prick pulled out and slammed back in one tremendous jolt. Renee moaned. Automatically, her legs curled around his hips driving her cunt against him even harder.
Keep looking, you bastards! she thought as she stared at the ceiling while Alex rammed into her with a rhythm that made her breath come in explosive "Ohs" that got louder and louder. Her hole was a fire. Like fire, it spread to engulf her entire body, to set the veins on fire.
Every inch of her was catching Alex's pulsating prick as it hammered into her tender lips. She urged him to renewed fury with her hands and legs, delighting in the feel of his body between her soft thighs. Faster and faster he plunged his spike into her.
She was being nailed to the bed. It was cutting through her and she could never get off and didn't care. They were both frantic with lust. Renee felt her bottom turning into a mass of bruises as Alex's hard body banged her with stinging blows. But she loved it! She wanted it to go on forever.
Her mind was a beautiful ball of shimmering flame that reached to her cunt and his cock was a huge rod of ice driving into the heart and steaming and sizzling.
She arched her hack, crying out as he pounded into her, holding as much of him inside her as she could while her runt closed down in a rigid clamp around his pole. Inside her she shuddered as he jolted to a sudden stop inside her body. The seconds lengthened. His mushroom headed prick swelled until she was crying out with the fullness. Then she grew faint as it smashed at the tender walls of her hole with a burning, searing liquid that jolted her again and again and again in quick succession. She didn't know it, but she was screaming her wordless pleasure.
Alex held her tight and she kissed him tenderly. Lovingly. She loved him. She knew it as surely as she knew that their fates were already sealed. Whatever had to be done now, she had to do for him.
His cock pulled out of her, still half-hard. She shuddered as it passed her aching cunt lips.
"Baby!" he groaned in her ear. "Why did you do that? We've got to get out of here!"
For a moment Renee didn't understand what he was saying. "What do you mean?" she asked stupidly. "Aren't you working for Manuel?"
Sitting back, he stared at her in disbelief. Cautiously he touched his side and belly and for the first time she noticed the fresh scabs on his body, broken now in a few places and bleeding slightly. "Manuel? Hell. He had me cut up last night when I was here searching for you."
Renee looked up, at the peepholes, suddenly sick to her stomach. "Alex! They're watching everything. We've got to get out of here!"
Following her gaze, Alex noticed the peepholes for the first time. And the movement behind them. Whipping his legs over the edge of the bed he yanked his pants and shoes on, pulled on a shirt without buttoning it.
Renee was struggling with her clothes, but Alex growled, "Come on!" He snatched the blanket from the bed and threw it around her shoulders and she clutched some fragments of her clothes to her body. Then he had the door open, and she was following him into chaos – bewildered but willing to follow him anywhere.