"Vivian Long, you have a visitor."
The words woke Vivian from a light slumber. It was her fourth day in the Carcel Preventiva, and already she was used to the do-nothing passing of each moment. There had been no word from the Embassy or her father, and she found herself using orgasms and sleep the way a drug addict uses dope. She was convinced that her father would hold her predicament as ignominious to his political image and future and abandon her. Still, a visitor, she thought as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sprang from her bunk. Could it be help?
"Move your little ass!" boomed a burly matron as she unlocked the sliding bars. "If you want this visit, you'll be quick."
Vivian didn't take another second to think. She instantly slipped on her thongs and crossed into the cellblock. She didn't want to miss a visit with anyone.
She followed the matron out of the cellblock and down the corridors to the main desk and across to the section of offices where she had been searched upon her arrival and later fucked by the doctor.
She stood behind the matron as she bent and opened the door to the visiting room with her ring of keys. She passed into the room as the burly woman pushed open the door, and stood alone as the door was shut and locked behind her.
The room was the nicest of any she had seen so far in the prison. It was long and wide and admitted daylight through an open skylight. The only furnishings were a long table and four chairs that fit around it. The walls were painted a bright white, and there were several mounted photos of lovely Mexican scenery hanging from them. At the far end of the room was a barred window, the only reminder that the room was part of a prison.
Vivian walked over to the window and gazed out. It was the first window she had seen in almost a week. She was amazed at the brilliance of the day and the balmy weather. Tears began to well in her big green eyes as the longing to be free became stronger than ever.
She walked back to the table and assumed a seat. She found herself hopeful that it was someone from the Embassy who would be sane enough to believe her story.
The soft cushion of the seat was the most luxurious comfort that Vivian had experienced since her arrival in Mexico. She was aware that she was horny again. Not even the prospects of a visit were enough to ease the constant itch in her twat. Sex had become her total panacea when she was awake. There was never a problem in the cellblock finding someone to ease her need. It seemed almost all of the women were into lesbian love on one level or another.
I wonder how I look? she suddenly thought. She was still dressed in the same shabby outfit she had been given on her arrival, and it had been two days since her last shower. The fastidiousness of her past life was nothing more than a bitter memory of closets full of new clothing, hot baths, good food, and enough money to break the boredom of school whenever she felt the need to do so. Still, it was her father who provided these things for her and now she was no longer willing to accept anything from the man. Her own treatment was enough to show her that the altruistic gospel that her father preached for his constituents and his family was a lie. He would willingly use and abuse anyone to maintain his rank and privilege.
Vivian's thoughts about her lover Max were much the same. She was sure that if his love for her were true, he would have gone to her father before she left for Bogota and asked to marry her. Her multiple experiences with sex since her arrest had also left her with the feeling that the austere relationship with her big cowboy would never be enough to satisfy her newly awakened sexuality.
Vivian's mind returned to Rosita, her cellmate. The darling Mexican woman was her teacher and lover, keeping her out of trouble with the other prisoners and the matrons. The thought of the woman with her pert tits and pouting pussy made the girl shiver. Her own cunt was on fire.
"Ohhh…" she moaned as she allowed her hands to trail down the rough fibers of her clothing and fondle her pussy through the fabric of her jeans. Her own wantonness was more demanding than anything had ever been during her entire life. She was at the point of an orgasm constantly, and the fact that she was in the visiting room did little to relieve the demands her body was making.
Vivian rocked back and forth in the chair, her hands hidden from view under the table as she caressed her swollen cuntlips. For the moment her sexual drive allowed her to forget everything.
The touch of her fingers was so consuming that Vivian didn't even notice when the door to the room opened and a tall, good-looking Mexican entered. The man was dressed in a very expensive suit and stood over six feet tall. He stayed quietly in the doorway and watched the girl as she slowly twisted her way toward a climax, her eyes closed as she moved rhythmically in her seat, her pussy pressing against the flat of her hands.
Vivian gasped as she opened her eyes and saw the man in the doorway.
"How long have you been spying on me?" she asked reluctantly, removing her hands from her burning crotch.
"Only long enough to see the real temperature of your desires," he answered as he shifted his weight and jingled the change in his pockets.
"Who are you and why have you come to visit me?" Vivian asked, hoping the man with the piercing brown eyes was from the Embassy and had come to help her.
"My name is Jose and I'm a lawyer," he said as he walked over to the table and sat in one of the empty seats close to the girl. "You might say we have a mutual friend who told me about your problem."
A lawyer! Vivian thought, forgetting for a moment that she was horny. "Who is our friend?" she asked jubilantly, hoping that maybe Max or one of her friends in El Paso had found out about her problem.
"Tony Coin," Jose answered as he took a very expensive cigar from the inside pocket of his jacket and lit it.
The sound of the name "Coin" sent a tremble sweeping across Vivian's skin. She knew Maria Coin was the woman her father had jailed to advance his own political future. She also understood that Juan Maximillian was the girl's father, leaving Tony Coin to be her husband. She was certain he had been the one with the cattle prod during her rape at the Procuraduria.
"What else could that man want of me?" she asked after a long pause. "Hasn't he caused me enough suffering and humiliation already?"
The tall handsome lawyer just smiled at the girl's questions. He looked into her deep green eyes with his own piercing brown ones. He knew the effect of not speaking was often greater than all the epigrams in the world.
Vivian cringed under the man's constant gaze as the quiet grew repressive. She felt as though he were dissecting her thoughts, and it scared her.
"You might say that Mr. Coin has taken a certain amount of mercy upon you," Jose finally said, his voice rich with kindness. "After all, it is your father he really wanted to hurt and undo. It is your father who had brought grief to his proud Mexican family and put his wife behind bars."
"Yes, I k-know that," Vivian stammered. Her own newly acquired dislike for Joseph Long, her father, burned more than ever as she listened to the lawyer. She was certain that it was her father's fault that she was in a Mexican prison.
There was another long pause as the two human animals sat and looked at one another. The lawyer wondered what was the best route for the proposition he wanted to make to the girl, a direct approach to the very delicate subject, or a round-about suggestive attack. Vivian was at a total loss as to what reaction she should have to the lawyer. He represented Tony Coin, the man who had had her arrested, and instinctively she wanted to be insulting and rebellious, but he seemed to be offering her something.
"Would you like to be free?" Jose finally said, breaking the awkward silence. He had decided the direct approach was best.
"That's a silly question," Vivian replied. "Of course I want to be free. Do you think I like it here in your prison? I'm a lady of social standing and letters, a woman who values her freedom highly." Vivian felt the blood surge through her body at the mention of freedom. It was all she could do to keep from yelling the words she had just spoken. Freedom was the key to living, and she desired it more than anything in her entire life.
"Are you willing to work for your freedom?" Jose asked, knowing the girl would answer in the affirmative. Still, he had to play the game out fully. He was the owner of the largest cantina in Juarez, and wanted women of class and stature in his employ. If he could get them by helping Tony Coin with his diabolical scheme to strip a United States Senator of his office and power, he would do it.
"Of course. I'll work at anything to get my freedom!" Vivian responded instantly. She was facing up to nine years in prison and the day-to-day boredom was already having its effect on her. She was having a problem maintaining her emotions as she listened and answered this man who seemed to hold the course of her future in his hands. It could be months before her trial.
"Are you willing to work for me in my cantina?" he asked the excited girl. Tony Coin had told him of her brutal rape at the airport and the Procuraduria; the matrons at the Carcel had told him about her lesbian affairs. He was certain that she would be willing to serve him for a year as one of his whores in exchange for her freedom. Still, he had to take his time, for his desires weren't the only ones at stake. Tony Coin was counting on his persuasive abilities to complete his own plan.
"Your cantina?" Vivian said. She was confused; there was a chance for her to win her freedom, but she wasn't sure what it was that Jose was driving at.
"I own the largest cantina in all of Juarez," Jose answered proudly. "I'm in constant need of young and beautiful women with education to please the gentlemen of social standing who frequent my establishment."
For a moment, Vivian was stunned. She was being asked to become a professional whore in order to obtain her freedom. All of the experiences of the last week flashed before her mind's eye: she thought of the rape at the airport, with the two men abusing her until she willingly signed a confession to a crime she hadn't committed; the shattering effect of the orgasms she reached during the brutal assault made her body shiver. The memory of the rape by the four men at the Procuraduria and the climaxes she struggled against made her pussy drip warm love juice. Her search upon arrival at the Carcel had even turned her on. Her asshole puckered as she remembered the probing finger of the matron reaming out her cunt and asshole.
It was all Vivian could do to keep her hands still. She wanted to drop them into her lap and push her throbbing pussy hard against the flat of her palm and ease the burning she felt deep inside.
This man wants me to become a whore for him, she thought as she looked deep into his piercing brown eyes. She thought of Rosita and for a moment was consumed by the passion and love the two had shared when she first entered the cell. She wanted to cry out as the remembrance of the woman's soft, yielding lips shook her whole body.
Jose was becoming nervous as he looked at the silent woman. Did I start too fast? he asked himself as he tapped the ashes from his cigar into the ashtray on the table. He was impressed with the looks of the girl even though she was dressed in the shabby clothes of the prison and in need of a shower and coiffeur. He was certain she would be an asset to his business, and Tony Coin would owe him a large favor if he could persuade the girl to work for him of her own volition.
I've learned to enjoy sex, Vivian thought as the silence continued. Why shouldn't I use it to obtain my own freedom? That way I'll be able to earn my own way and get back at my father at the same time.
"Do you want or need more time to think about my offer?" Jose asked. "I'm a very busy man and I must leave soon."
"No, I don't need any more time," Vivian answered. She was glad the silence was broken. "I'll come to work for you. How long will it be until you obtain my release from this rat hole?"
"I'll post your bond this afternoon, and take care of all the legal problems," Jose said with a smile. He was certain that the girl would be an asset and that Tony Coin would be able to complete his revenge by getting all the photos he wanted while she sucked and fucked her way to freedom. He was glad that the girl was coming to work for him because of his own selfish motives. The shape of her mouth excited him, and he was certain that she would learn to give the best blow jobs in all of Mexico.
Vivian breathed a sigh of relief; her problems would soon be over. She could tell from the way Jose talked and acted that he was a pimp of the highest order, and that she would be treated well for as long as she was in his employ. The prospect of spending between two and nine years in a Mexican prison, with its bad food and vicious inmates made working for the man sitting across from her seem like heaven. Besides, she would be guaranteed enough cocks to ease the constant fire that was burning in her pussy now that she knew that hedonism was indeed her destiny.