Bad Loan (closed ... open for comments)

Brenda was amazed by the opulence of the resteraunt Mac was escorting her threw. It had to be the most amazing place she had ever seen. The paintings on the walls looked like they belonged in museums, not a dining room.

She had been in this position many times before and knew that she wouldn't speak until spoken to. She would be polite and responsive, the perfect hostess, since it seemed that Mac was the host of this gathering.

She stood quietly by his side as each of his associates came forward to greet him. She was quite stunned by the show of respect each man showed him, as well as the respect that was being given to her.

She couldn't help but notice how each of them looked at her. The looks were that of a man appreciating a fine piece of art. With a glance towards Mac as Paulie bent to kiss her hand, she couldn't help but notice how pleased Mac was. The smile on his face said more than words.

It was then that she noticed a slight movement on the bottom of her wrist as the softest lips touched her hand. Glancing down , she noticed the smokest eyes staring at her as the finger on her wrist lightly grazed it.

"The pleasure is certainly mine, Brenda." His smoldering voice whispered as he rose to take his seat, his eyes never leaving hers.


Cecila, the woman she was introduced to made her feel comfortable, and welcomed. She couldn't hep but notice how beautiful she was and how much Mac seemed to appreciate her.

She took her seat to the right of Mac and couldn't help but notice that with the size of the table, that everyone was able to talk to everyone else without much effort.

Slowly sipping her wine, she listened closely to the conversations around her, trying to gage why she was here. Every so often, she could feel Mac lean closer to here, reminding her she needed to eat, knowing she was nervous. She would smile demurly at him and then take a few bites of her food.

What Mac wasn't aware of, she thought, was the attraction she was feeling for the man sitting directly across from her. Each time she raised her glass to her lips, she would notice those eyes on her again. It wasn't that he was staring at her, but he was watching her. He seemed to watch every breath she took and every move she made.

She couldn't help but stare at Mac as he made his announcement and left the room. It was like a pack of vultures desending on it's prey. Everyone seemed to be talking to her at once, demanding her attention. Yet, it seemed to be Giovannni, that took control of the time that they were to have with her. His smooth, sultry voice calming everyone.

He told them that they needed to speak one at a time to her, that would be the only way that Brenda could get a full understanding of each of their businessses.

Giovanni was the first to speak, explaining the he was in the import and export buisness; that he was always looking for people to travel and find those rare and unique things that could be sold in the states. He told her enough about his business to arouse the intellectual part of her.

Yet, for some reason, she sensed a more sexual nature to the others businesses. Maybe it was the way Paulie and Marco both ogled over her, complementing her body and face. Brenda had never been very comfortable with that kind of compliment.

She smiled sweetly at them and thanked them for such wonderful comments. But as soon as Mac came back to the room, all conversations stopped.

The others returned to their seats as Mac made his way back to the head of the table.



"So ... Brenda? You've had some time to find out about each of my associate's businesses. Which one do you think you'd feel most comfortable working in? It appears as if each of them clearly has an opening immediately available for you."

Her gaze made its way around the table, hesitating slightly on Giovanni's. She couldn't help but notice the slight grin on his face as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a long pull from his glass of burbon.

" I......I am thinking that my talents might best be suited for the import/export business. I am not very comfortable with being made a public figure and well, I am not very good at networking. I think that Giovanni might be the best course for me , Mac.

It was the most she had spoken all evening at one time. She was uncomfortable being put on the spot like that, but she knew Mac woukld want her answer right then and there. There would be no thinking it over.

Slowly, she lowered her eyes to her glass, raised it to her lips and took a sip of the sweet wine, waiting for Mac's and everyone else's reaction at the table.

Mac had posed the question to Brenda, and could see the anxious faces of those around him. Surely, she'd be perfectly suited for any of the positions his associates had available for her, but when he listened to her response, he, as well as the others she had not chosen were somewhat disappointed. Mac had only assumed that she'd pick a more flamboyant opportunity, one where she could shine and lavish in the eccentricities he had recently bestowed upon her. Of course, his definition of the various business enterprises, as well as his guests, were thinly veiled, and determinedly vague.

Mac wondered, silently, if Brenda would have made a different choice if she had known more about what each business entailed. Nonetheless, she had made her choice. Mac would assure her later, that if she wanted to, he'd allow her to expand her horizons, and possibly try a different career.

Looking around the table, Mac could see the disappointed faces from those Brenda had not chosen, and although Giovanni didn't smile, it was clear he was grateful that Brenda chose to work with him. Again, Mac wondered if Brenda would have chosen to work with Giovanni, if she knew what she'd ultimately be doing?

Mac clapped his hands, as if signalling a finality to everything. "Then so be it! Giovanni, you are one lucky man! I'm sure Brenda will help your business immensely!" Mac raised a glass and saluted his associates. Everyone finished their drinks in short order, and one by one, each one left; each guest paying Mac respect with a hug, pat on the back, and a kiss! Giovanni remained behind until it was just the three of them at the table.

Mac explained the situation in vague terms to Giovanni. He told him that Brenda was eager to work in order to cover some unexpected financial issues, and that she was willing and able to begin working immediately. Mac hadn't really consulted Brenda on that issue, but the truth of the matter was, that she needed to start bringing money into the organization instead of taking it out. Giovanni's eyes seemed to come to life as he grazed over Brenda's seemingly natural beauty and charm.

Mac informed Brenda that he had some other business matters to attend to, but assured her that she was in capable hands with Giovanni now. Mac rose from the table, grasped Brenda's hand and kissed the back of it, before saying his farewell to Giovanni. He then left the two to finalize their new business arrangement. Before leaving, he reminded Brenda that he'd be in touch!

Now that there only remained two at the table, Giovanni noticed a transformation from the cool collected woman to one who appeared nervous and unsure. He closed the distance between them until he was seated at her side. He placed his hand atop hers and gently ran his fingers over her trembling fingers. "Relax! It's okay! I know you must be a little nervous, but you made a wise decision! You are too good for those other businesses. You're better than that! You stick to me, and do exactly as I say, and you'll do just fine! You'll make plenty of money to take care of all your worries!"

His efforts seemed to have calmed her, along with the delivery of some more wine, which she seemed to drown down with relative ease. "You'll be doing plenty of traveling, and get to see a lot of exotic places around the globe! Of course, we'll start more local, and get you acclimated to the business. Once you get the hang of it, you'll soon be jet-setting everywhere you go!

Giovanni's hand now slid further up along her arm, his fingers brushing along the silken smoothness of her skin. His eyes kept her gaze, never once breaking the connection he seemed to have made with her. It seemed so natural for him to run his hand along her shoulder, across the back of her neck and to the other shoulder where it came to rest, the other hand still resting atop her clasped hands. To the young waiter tending to them, it looked as if the two were a romantic pair, locked together in a sensual embrace.

He leaned in, and all that he was offered was her forehead, which he placed a gentlemanly kiss upon. He could see Brenda's face warm with the sudden flush of embarrassment. "Maybe it's best if we leave here now?"

Giovanni rose, firmly grasping Brenda's hand, helping her from her seat. He escorted her outside to a waiting limo, chauffered by Luis, an elderly gentleman with whitish hair. The inside was not as opulent as Mac's limo, nor did it have all the amenities. But it was still a pleasant ride as Giovanni slipped into the night, with Brenda by his side.

The trip wound along some unknown path for a seeming eternity as Giovanni's hands tried repeatedly to become familiar with Brenda's flesh. He'd stroke her arms and her thighs as they chatted more about her, than anything else. He didn't provide any more details on her job requirements, other than to just simply do as he said. Eventually, they made the way back to Brenda's house, where Giovanni dropped her off.

Luis had come around to escort her from the car. Just before Brenda got out, Giovanni instructed her, "Pack your bags for a three day trip. Comfortable, casual clothes would be best! Luis will pick you up at eight in the morning!"

Luis had shut the door closed before Brenda had a chance to say anything else. Only Luis could see the befuddled look on Brenda's face as he walked her towards the door. Luis also didn't understand Brenda's gasp as she saw the new ornate door that now decorated her house. He waited until she finally went inside before returning to the car. Giovanni then headed back to his manse, talking on the phone.

"... Yeah ... Amigo ... I got a new delivery girl for ya ... She'll be down tomorrow ... Yeah ... Pick her up at the airport, and send her on her way! ... Right! ... Name's Brenda ... You can't miss her ... Knockout body, blonde hair ... Hah! ... Go for it, if you think you can! ... See ya later Manuel!"

Brenda was in utter shock as Luis walked her to the newly, ornate front door that had been installed that day. She could only appreciate it for a moment as a young woman opened the door and welcomed her home.

"Good evening, Ms. Anderson. I
take it you had an enjoyable evening. My name is Cecilia, and Mr. DiOrenzio has asked that I come and stay with you for a few weeks while your husband heals. He said that you would be very busy and could use the help. I am more than happy to oblige."


Brenda could only stare at the woman as she walked into her home. It seemed that Mac had thought of everything, leaving her free to work for Giovanni in order to pay off her debt.

Glancing around the living area, she noticed that all of Mitch's things seemed to have been moved in there. The entire room had been made over to look more like a bedroom than their living room. It seemed that Cecilia had thought that Mitch would be more comfortable downstairs than up.

Brenda walked over to Mitch and noticed that he had fallen asleep with yet another game on. This time it was a relief to see him sleep. The last thing she wanted to do was to have another fight with him.

Brenda spoke with Cecilia for a few moments, before going upstairs and getting herself ready for bed. Her mind was racing a thousand miles an hour, wondering what she had really gotten herself into.

As she stripped off the dress, she watched as the check fell to the floor. Bending over to pick it up, she flt the small tear fall down her check. No!! She was not going to cry. She would handle this just like anything else, head on.

Her dreams that night, left her restless and agitated. In her mind, she replayed the evening before all over again. She had been sure that Giovanni had wanted to kiss her. Would it have been so bad if he had? In her mind, he was an attentive and giving lover. He lavished her with attention that she craved, that she needed.

Then, the dream would shift and she would see Mac in her dreams. He was an older, but just as good looking man as Giovanni. And for the time being, MAc seemed to lavish attention on her as well. Maybe Mac's intentions were not as sinister as she first thought. Maybe, just maybe, he would allow her to work and pay him off. Maybe he really did just want her around for a little eye candy for the time being? Would it really be all that bad?

Early the next morning, Brenda rose and began packing for her impending trip. Not sure where she was going, it was a little hard to plan for.

Giovanni had said casual, so she packed a few pairs of slacks, some silk blouses, and some business like skirts. She dressed comfortably for the trip in a pair of sandals, a very loose, flowing skirt and a sleevless blouse.

She had pulled her hair back into a clip at the base of her neck and awaited further instructions.

Luis pulled up to the house in the same limo that had deposited her there the night before. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently for Brenda to appear. Even though the door was new, Luis could easily hear the rather loud discussion going on, on the other side of the door. Apparently Brenda was arguing with someone on the other side. Luis wasn't totally oblvious to Brenda's situation, but he didn't have all the details either. It was clear that the gentleman on the other side, didn't want her to leave, but she was arguing her point, defiantly telling him she had to go!

The door snapped open with an exasperated huff, and Brenda did a quick double-take, recomposing heself in front of Luis, before ordering him to get her out of there! Luis promptly took her shoulder bag from her and escorted her to the waiting car, depositing her bag in the trunk. Luis climbed in without further ado, and drove straight to the local airport.

Out front, Luis parked the limo, and helped Brenda from the car, seeing the questioning look on her face. He had left the divider up during the ride to the airport, and Brenda hadn't had an opportunity to ask any questions. Luis walked with her to the back of the car, where he opened the trunk and handed her, her bag. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a rather thick envelope, handing it to Brenda.

"Here you go. Flight 43 to Mexico. Giovanni left instructions in there for you. You better hurry, your flight leaves in just a few minutes!" The polite, elderly driver, handed her the envelope and practically pushed her on her way!

Sure enough, just as Brenda walked through the doors of the airport, they were announcing last call for Flight 43 to Mexico. Before she even had a chance to comprehend what was going on, she was pinned into her seat as the plane was ascending into the air, taking her to her destination. Even she couldn't comprehend how a passport with all her information could have been enclosed in the envelope. Nor could she fathom, how she got seated in first class. Nevertheless, here she was, on her way to Mexico.

She finally opened the envelope and read the note surrounding a smaller envelope:



**** ****

Manuel, stood about six foot two, and despite his scraggly features, looked presentable, despite the sweltering heat, and the beads of sweat pouring from under his straw, wide-brimmed hat. His shirt was sticking to him, wide splotches of perspiration visible where his shirt soaked it up. He was chomping on an unlit cigar, waiting for the arrival of Flight 43.

He watched with rapt interest as the doors opened and he passengers began deboarding from the plane. He knew he didn't have to wait long, since the first class passengers got to get off first! "Good looking, knockout, blonde," he kept reminding himself. And despite the forewarnings, even he was unprepared for what he saw. There was no doubt, that the only woman among the male business passengers would be Brenda. Manuel opened his mouth to say something, but found himself staring as the salty sweat dripped along his lips.

"Brenda? I'm Manuel. I'm here to greet you, and help you get through customs. Just come with me." Other than waiting for Brenda to acknowledge who she was, Manuel wasted no time, whisking her through the airport, and past customs via a hidden hallway. Manuel had shaken the hand of a military guard of the doorway, and exchanged knowing glances before slipping Brenda down the corridor.

Somehow, they ended up outside, and Manuel urged Brenda into a waiting car. Within seconds, the airport was nothing but a fading vision in the rear view window. Manuel, sitting in the front seat, finally turned and asked Brenda for his envelope. He opened it, peeked inside, and smiled broadly, tucking it safely into his pants.

They drove for nearly three hours, leaving the city, and heading into the country, without a single word being said. Brenda tried to ask questions, but all Manuel kept saying was, "later!" Eventually, they came to an old dilapidated building, nestled under the canopy of trees and hidden from the sky by camouflaged netting. Armed military guards stood at post, waving the car inside.

Once inside, Manuel helped Brenda from the car, taking her shoulder bag from her, and escorted her into a private room. There were no windows, only a steel table and a single chair, which he offered to Brenda. When Brenda took a seat in the hot box, Manuel took off his jacket, revealing his holstered 9mm handgun. He laid the jacket on the table and then opened up Brenda's bag, dumping the contents of her belongings onto the table. Brenda was about to apparently object, when Manuel barked for her to remain still, while he searched her belongings. "Got to make sure you're clean, man!"

He rifled through every single item of clothing, taking special note of her panties as he held each one up. "Nice," he commented with a sinister smile. After verifying there was nothing in her bags, he turned to Brenda! "Okay! You're turn! Time to make sure you're clean! Strip!"

Manuel was not one to take any chances. He was careful who he did business with, and he was not about to be caught in a sting operation, or have some pretty girl try and gather info on him, while being wired! If she wasn't clean by any stretch of the imagination, he wouldn't think twice about sinking a bullet between her pupils. Brenda's hesitation only irritated him, causing him to pull out his gun and click off the safety. Once again, this time with a gun pointed towards Brenda, Manuel repeated ... "STRIP! NOW!"

"Damn it! Mitch! I don't have time for this. Next time you make a bet on a game, think about what it does to me. Not that you care. You won't be alone. Cecilia is here to take care of you and I will be back in a few days." Brenda threw open the door only to find Luis standing there, staring at her.

"Just get me out of here, please!" she begged as Luis took her bag and walked her to the car.

She was almost grateful for the fact that Luis had left the divider up in the car. She quickly made a call to the one person she could trust and told them where to find the check and where to deposit it. It was a company account that Mitch had no idea about and could not get to. She left instructions to have money transfered the following day into the operating account and that she would be intouch.

As she sat on the flight to Mexico, she began wondering what she was doing. The only instuctions she had been given was to follow this Manuel's instructions to the letter and that Giovanni would see her in three days. She wondered why he hadn't come with her.

As she drove with Manuel, she tried to ask questions, but soon realized that he was not going to tell her a thing. He just kept telling her "later" everytime she tried to ask him something. Eventually, she just sat back and enjoyed the countryside around her.

When they pulled into what looked like a military compound, she became nervous. All around her were camoflauged buildings and men with heavy guns. 'What does this have to do with sending trinkets to the states to sell?' she wondered as she was lead to a small room.

She took the chair that was offered her and was a little shocked when she saw the gun strapped to Manuel's shoulder and he began going through her bag.

Yet, when he raised that gun and ordered her to strip, Brenda lost her composure. She flipped over the chair she had been sitting in as she stood and demanded to speak to Giovanni. She demanded to know why she was being treated this way. She tried to exlplain to Manuel that she was just here as a buyer for items that Giovanni could sell in the states.

As she heard the hammer cock on the gun, she realized that this was part of what Giovanni had been telling her in his instructions. To do everything Manuel said. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn't about to do anything she asked or that he didn't want to.

As she slowly began to unbutton her blouse, she wondered if he was going to rape her. She wondered if she would ever see home again. Would she just become another statistic in Mexico? Would Giovanni or even Mac care if she diden't make it back? How could Giovanni do this to her? How could Mac allow this to happen?

All these thoughts and more ran through her head as she stripped down to her lacy bra and t-back panties, as the tears ran down her face, wondering what would happen next. Trying to hold her head high, she stopped at that point. If he wouldn't accept what she had on, then she would at least die with some dignity.

"I am not sure what it is you want Manuel, but this is as far as I goIf you have any questions, I would suggest you call either Giovanni or Mr DiOrenzio". Brenda said as she stood with her head high. She hoped that this was all she needed to do.

She quietly waited for the firing of the gun and the end of her life.

Manuel looked over the dainty lady with complete disregard for her indignation. She had stripped down to her modest undergarments, now standing defiantly, apparently unwilling to go any further than that. Her golden locks fell about her shoulders, gently kissing the skin where the straps of her bra cut deeply. Manuel's eyes lingered on the way her succulent breasts threatened to spill out of the constricting garment, pushed tightly together, offering up a tantalizing tempting treat.

With his gun still pointed at her, his eyes roamed further south, taking in the way the narrow 'V' of fabric hinted of the treasure that lay beneath. Her creamy thighs only served to entice, and arous his curiosity further. His leering smile grew wider beneath his thick mustache.

Manuel needed to be extra careful when dealing with new couriers. On several occassions he had managed to uncork some plans to deride his operations. Wiretapped infiltration had been attempted on more than one occassion, and he wqasn't about to be bamboozled by some knockout blonde! There were clearly no wiretap devices hidden anywhere, but Manuel wasn't about to let the moment slip away too easily.

In his thick Mexican accent, he explained, "Just need to make sure you are clean. I run a tight ship! No cracks in the hull!"

Despite the reassurance, Manuel moved closer and closer to Brenda, bringing the barrel of the gun in contact with the creamy swells of her breasts. He liked the way her breasts swelled with the deep breath she inhaled, causing the barrel to make an indent on her soft flesh. "Oh Seniorita, I have no questions! This is how I do business ... Who you say? ... Giovanni? ... Or, Mr. DiOrenzio? ... They mean nothing to me ... I run things down here! ... I am da BOSS!" Manuel traced the outline of her bra with the barrel of the gun, moving slowly from one strap to the other, and then back again, as he spoke in an eerily calm tone. "If you gonna work for us ... you gotta learn to relax Mammacita!"

This time, wit a little more force and determination, Manuel managed to pull Brenda's bra down far enough that her trapped assets were freed from their confines, spilling out into the open. Her ripe, cherry red nipples stood proudly erect in the chilled confines of the concrete room. Surrounded by puckered circles that highlighted her nipples, Manuel began tracing circles around each nipple, teasing the sensitive flesh with the cold steel.

It appeared as if she was about to say something, and Manuel shot her a menacing look, silently commanding her to remain still and quiet.

"Your people say you volunteered for this job? You like to travel? You make good money?" All the while he was talking to her, his gun continued caressing her breasts, focusing on keeping her nipples erect. His eyes continually darted back and forth from her nipples to her eyes, gauging her reaction to his advances. It was clear that she didn't appreciate his tactics, but the inevitability of a bullet at close range, kept her in check. "They say you follow directions real good?"

With his free hand, Manuel reached out and gently placed his left palm on Brenda's right breast, his fingers lightly kneading the flesh, testing its pliability, eyes daring Brenda to even utter a sound of disapproval. "Seniorita is real pretty just like promised." Manuel drew his hand back, trapping her nipple within his fingers and thumb. He gently pinched the pink flesh and tugged, extending the pliable tip towards him until it snapped away from his grip. Her round melons were making his mouth water. He moved his hand to her shoulder and hooked his thumb under the strap, lifting it from her shoulder, and slid it down her arm.

"Seniorita! I no hurt you!" His broken English was only punctuated by the thick accent of his native tongue. Manuel eased up on his strong gun tactics and tucked the gun safely away in his holster, now freeing his other hand to fully enjoy, and feel what Brenda had to offer.

"If you gonna make it back safe, you just relax and follow directions. Right?"

Manuel's interest had risen considerably, and the bulge in his pants was concrete evidence of that fact. He wanted ... NO ... needed ... relief, immediately. With both hands fondling Brenda's breasts, his eyes pierced her green orbs ... "Seniorita? You good suck, or good fuck?"

"Seniorita? You good suck, or good fuck?"


Brenda couldn't beleive what she was hearing or what she was feeling. It was bad enough that she was now standing almost completely naked in front of this man, but now it seemed he wanted more.


She couldn't beleive how this had changed so fast in her life. Because of Mitch and hisw gambling, it seemed that Brenda was now to become a whore for more than just one person.


Her first instinct when Manuel walked up to her wasw to tell him to go to hell, that she was no one's whore, yet, the feel of the cold steel against her skin made her think twice.

Looking into his eyes, she could tell that he would have no problem or remorse at pulling the trigger.

And here she thought she was just going to go and pick up some little trinkets or merchandise that could be sold in the states. Had she chosen the wrong person to work for? Had Mac meant for her to be a whore, and not just a little piece of eye candy?

She had been suspicious of what Mac did and it seemed that things were starting to be confirmed. At first she thought that all Mac wanted from her was a little piece of eye candy to show off around town. She thought that the offer of a "real" job was to help pay off Mitch's debt to him. But now, she wasn't so sure.

She knew she was suppose to just follow directions, but this went beyond her expectations. If she failed to comply, woulkd she even make it out of here? Would she ever see her home and family again?

She began to question everything she knew and everything she heard up to this point as she felt Manuel toying with her breasts. With tears forming in her eyes, she made her choice. No matter what happened, she had to make it home. She had to get back to Mac and get answers.


" That is a question I can not answer. Do what you must. Brenda said very softly as the tears slowly left her eyes, trailing down her face.

Manuel looked at the lovely lady, waiting her answer, but as the tears began to fall, staining her pristine face, he softened from his roughshod approach. Gently lifting a hand to her face, he cupped her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away the tears, along with the makeup that had been smeared. With both hands steadying her, he waited until she managed to stop the tears.

"Senorita! No cry! You must be strong! But I no think you work out! You go back home! You tell your boss, next time, no waste my time! I need courier who won't cry! I know he think, a woman is better than a man, but this proves he is wrong!"

Manuel needed a strong figure that could endure the rigors of the job. Surely, a woman would be less likely to be intercepted, their beauty and charm a natural distraction. But it was their fragile emotions that would make them seem like wounded pigeons to the enemy.

"You tell him I say you cannot do the job! You tell him you cannot follow orders! Next time, send a man to do a man's job!"

Manuel stepped away, grabbed his jacket and draped it over his arm. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket, bit the end off, and spit it at Brenda's feet. He pulled out a matchbook from his pants pocket and lit a match, puffing mightily as the tobacco caught the flame. The red embers sparkled on the end of the stogie as huge plumes of smoke billowed from his mouth, filling the small concrete room with a distinctive odor.

Manuel turned and began walking away. When he reached the steel door, he turned and faced Brenda, a certain scowl on his face. He took the cigar out of his mouth, and with the same hand pointed at Brenda, causing the ashes to fall from the cigar, onto the floor at his feet. "You just like the others! Get dressed! Get out! And go home!"

Manuel had grown tired and was done with her. He figured if she was so stubborn, that she'd find her own way out of the compound, through the countryside, and back to the airport, and back home! And if she was lucky, she'd make it back without coming across any guerillas, without encountering any gangs, managing to avoid the escaped convicts that lingered in the area, and possibly explaining her purpose in Mexico to the police, if they came across her wandering on the side of a lonely road! Brenda was as good as dead to him at this point!

He reached for the door, and gripped the handle, giving her one last chance to reconsider her options ...

"Senorita! No cry! You must be strong! But I no think you work out! You go back home! You tell your boss, next time, no waste my time! I need courier who won't cry! I know he think, a woman is better than a man, but this proves he is wrong! You tell him I say you cannot do the job! You tell him you cannot follow orders! Next time, send a man to do a man's job! You just like the others! Get dressed! Get out! And go home!"


Brenda's first reaction was to tell him off. To inform him that she was just as good as any man, but knew that would be her downfall. She could tell by his statements that he had no intention of helping her get home, that she would be totally on her own and in a country filled with fighting. She would never make it back on her own.

She knew she had to comply. She knew she would have to do what ever she must to get home safely. She would do this job for Giovanni and then sort things out later with him. She just hoped that she could do what must be done.

She slowly walked over to the door, just as Manuel reached to open it, placing her hand on his shoulder to gain his attention. He turned his face towards her as he glanced down at the small, dainty hand resting on his shoulder.

I am sorry you saw me like this, Manuel. I am usually a strong person and can handle anything. I guess having that gun pointed at me just startled me. Maybe we should try this again?" She said rather sweetly.

"I beleive you asked me a question? Would you like to repeat it? I will do my best to answer it truthfully."

She ran her hand down his shoulder and over his chest as he turned to face her once more.

Manuel hesitated, just long enough, giving the senorita every opportunity to reconsider. Sure enough, she had crossed the small room, and halted his departure. A soft hand on his shoulder, was what he was waiting for.

Surely she had realized the dire situation of her circumstances, and reevaluated her options. Manuel was grateful for that, as he turned his eyes perused her face, noting the tear-stained makeup that he had wiped away with his thumb. Her eyes no longer contained the tears, but held a determined resolve.

"I am sorry you saw me like this, Manuel. I am usually a strong person and can handle anything. I guess having that gun pointed at me just startled me. Maybe we should try this again? ... I beleive you asked me a question? Would you like to repeat it? I will do my best to answer it truthfully."

Manuel didn't waste any more time. If this woman was going to follow directions, he'd find out now! With his free hand, he immediately resumed fondling her exposed breasts, still trapped between the straps of her bra, which had been pushed under the creamy swells. His eyes lowered in menacing fashion, focusing on Brenda's ripe melons as a slow leering smile formed on his lips.

Things were slightly different now.

Brenda, despite still seeming apprehensive, didn't show signs of the stubborn fight, she had originally displayed. Even though she flinched at his contact, she steeled herself against his mauling hand, not backing away.

His eyes glanced momentarily towards her face, finding her biting her lip as her eyes fluttered. Manuel knew she didn't like what was happening, but she was enduring it. The situation only served to boost his feeling of power and confidence, stirring the blood in his cock as his eyes refocused on her puckered nipples.

"I say Senorita ... Are you a good suck? Or, are you a good fuck?"

Manuel pinched a nipple he was rolling after asking the question. He tugged slightly on the turgid tip as his eyes returned to Brenda's face, impatiently awaiting her response.

Brenda was a little ashamed of her behavior as she felt Manuel's hands on her body. She could'nt help her bodies response to the stimulous. It had been so long since she had been aroused in such a way.

Maybe it was the adreneline she was feeling, but there was no backing down now. She had to follow through.


"I say Senorita ... Are you a good suck? Or, are you a good fuck?"

Without any hesitation or thought, Brenda moved her body so that she was standing directly in front of Him.

"Maybe I will let you decided." She purred as her hands found their way to his belt.

Slowly, she undid his pants as she sank to her knees. She fished his semi hard cock out of his pants and slowly, drew it deep into her mouth. She was surprised by his rather large size, but felt she could give him exactly what he wanted.

She looked up at him, over the cock deep in her throat, trying to gage his reaction.

Manuel was somewhat taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor as the young woman sank to her knees in front of him, and quickly, efficiently fished out his cock, and engulfed it into her warm, wet mouth! All he could do, at first, was let out a pleasant sigh, as the electrical sensations rippled throughout his body. His cock was swelling quickly as she took it into her mouth, her hands holding his sword steady.

Manuel lowered his eyes, to see her staring back up at him. The mere sight of this beautiful woman beneath him, with his cock in her mouth, her eyes searching his, was enough to cause his blood to boil, and his eyes to flutter. Manuel dropped the jacket from his shoulder, allowing it to fall to his feet.

His hands drifted to the sides of the senorita's head, clasping it lightly as her tongue swirled around his enflamed tip. Manuel's mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Giovanni, asking him if she put out? "Hah! Go for it if you can ..." was Giovanni's response!

Manuel took that as a personal challenge, and now given Brenda's actions, Manuel chalked this conquest as a personal victory! If she could use her personal talents, combined with her natural beauty, she would indeed be a valuable asset! Surely no one would resist her charms if she were to offer incentives to the deals!

As she continued bobbing her head along his shaft, obviously having submitted to his threats, Manuel wondered how far she'd be willing to go? She was definitely a good suck, and he'd gladly reward her with his manly seed, but didn't want to waste it.

Weaving his hands into her hair, he fisted his hold on her and thrust his hips with slightly more urgency. "Mmmmm, Senorita is a good suck," he cooed as his eyes moved upwards to note the table against the wall, scattered with her belongings. His urgency was growing, and he knew what he wanted to do!

He roughly pulled the woman off his cock, revealing his glistening length, slick and coated with her saliva. His freed cock bounced and waved wildly in front of her face before Manuel coaxed her to her feet, pulling her up by his grip of her hair. He quickly spun her around and marched her to the table, where he pressed her thighs against the steel edge before pressing on her back, pushing her face first into her pile of scattered clothing. Her pillowy breasts were mashed into the table as he pushed firmly against the small of her back.

Manuel moved his free hand over her hips, and the globes of her ass before grabbing hold of the only modesty Brenda had managed to keep. He pulled roughly on the elastic, threatening to rip it from her before lowering it to her thighs, where it eventually fell to entangle amongst her ankles.

Manuel stepped on the panties, wedging himself between Brenda's legs, forcing her to step out of the panties as she made room for Manuel to press forward. With his upright sword pressed between the cheeks of her ass, Manuel caressed her hips and ass once more.

"Mmmm. Yessss ... Senorita is a fine lady!"

Grinding his hips lewdly, wedging his full length even tighter between her firm bottoms, Manuel grunted. "Senorita? Ready to find out if you're a good fuck?"

Brenda still couldn't believe what she was dong as she continued to suckle the strange cock in front of her. She knew that what she was doing was her only way of surviving this nightmare she found herself in.

She could feel Manuel behind her, his hard shaft nestled between her ass. She had to wonder where he was going to place the rod as he moved his hips in a rather seductive way.


She felt a little more in control, knowing that she had at least pleased him a little. She had been told by Mitch that she had a great body and that he loved fucking her. At least he had at one time.

She found herself wondering what Manuel would think. Brenda knew that all men liked nice bodies and a tight hole to slide themselves into.

As discreetly and sensually as she could, Brenda moved her hips so that the head of his shaft was against her wet pussy.

Looking over her should at him, she told him to find out wheither she was any good or not.

"You tell me Manuel. You felt my mouth, now you can tell me if this pussy is just as good, if not better."

Manuel was a bit taken by the apparent change in demeanor from the lovely courier. She only served to fuel his ego as she looked over her shoulder and gave him an open invitation to fuck her. It almost sounded as a challenge, coming from the raspy voice, filled with want and need, her eyes now beholding an evil lust.

Whatever her reasons for the change, Manuel didn't care. He was about to notch another credit in his list of conquests. This one was especially sweet, given the fact that Giovanni made it seem like she was beyond reproach.

"Si, Si, Senorita," Manuel mumbled as he drew his hips back slightly, before lunging forward and punching a hole in the tight opening. "Mmmm Mamacita ...", he groaned as the tight velvety grip surrounded his cock. His initial thrust was enough to push her thighs against the edge of the table. With his hand still fisted in her hair, Manuel managed to draw back again, only to push forward again, going slightly deeper with an audible grunt. Several punctuated thrusts later, Manuel was sawing his entire length in and out of this lovely woman's pussy, pounding into with such force that the table was knocking against the wall it was jammed against.

Manuel grunted with each thrust, burying his full length on each stroke. With one hand he kept her chest pinned to the table, and the other, wrapped in her hair, pulled her head up so he could hear the grunts he was eliciting from her. Few audible words escaped Manuel as he concentrated all his eforts into taking all his previous frustrations out on Brenda, who could do little more than just merely take what he had to offer.

All the frustrations he had dealt with Brenda prior to this moment, came bursting forth as he punished her, with what he felt like, was a brutal, fucking. There was no foreplay, no sensual caress, no gentle touchings. This was merely fucking, for the sole purpose of fucking, and relieving tension!

It continued for an inordinate amount of time, the heat in the room, quickly becoming stifling. Beads of perspiration covered both their bodies, providing lubrication for his cock as he pummeled away. Every breath each one took, seemed to take away from what little air was left in the room.

It was only at that point, where it became difficult to breathe, that manuel felt the stirrings of an impending climax. He redoubled his efforts and pounded into Brenda with renewed energy, surely bruising her thighs as he banged away. He had no regard for her well being, only concerned with reaching the climax he had yearned for; concerned with claiming her as a trophy conquest!

He drew in one last painful breath before allowing his body to open the flood gates and release his pent up energy. He thrust himself deep and lodged his lance as it swelled and throbbed. The jet propulsions kicked in and sent his hot seed shooting deep into the clutching confines of her pussy.

Manuel loosened his grip on Brenda's hair as the energy shot out the tip of his cock. He collapsed atop of the beauty and merely lay there, breathing heavily, with his cock still imbedded in her flooded cavern. Neither one moved, until Manuel's cock began to deflate, their combined fluids, beginning to seep from their juncture.

Manuel stepped back, and with the kerchief used to wipe the perspiration from his brow, he cleaned the sluice from his cock. "Si, Senorita! You are good fuck!" He tossed the stained kerchief next to Brenda as an offering of sorts. He redressed, leaving Brenda naked and limp, still bent over the table.

"You clean up and get dressed. Come out and we go over everything!"

Manuel opened the door, and despite the heat outside, was grateful for the seemingly fresh air that he was able to breathe. He informed the guard standing at the door with an automatic rifle in hand, to escort Brenda to him when she came out. He then made his way across the camouflaged courtyard to a small clearing, where a picnic table was set.

He sat down and had another soldier bring him a bottle of tequila as he unrolled a large map and traced his finger over the lines drawn on the map. He patiently awaited Brenda's return, and was glad to see her. He couldn't read the expression on her face, but it mattered little to him. He offered her the bottle to help quench the dryness.

He sat her next to him and showed Brenda the map. Retracing his finger over the drawn lines, he informed her that she needed to follow this map exactly! He tried repeatedly to stress the importance of following the map exactly! "You take the car over there, and you drive. Follow these roads and you go to here!" Manuel banged his finger repeatedly at a specific spot on the map.

The spot indicated was a border crossing from Mexico, back into the United States. "You get there tomorrow night, exactly at two in morning! You no be late!" Manuel then pointed to a car, that was being guarded by armed military as large sealed brown bags were being loaded into the trunk, weighing it down considerably so. "Your car is being loaded. You best get some rest before you go. You can sleep in my tent if you wish!"

Manuel pointed to the tent and showed Brenda a cot located inside. He took the map and put it inside the car, leaving Brenda at the table with the bottle of tequila. Manuel then disappeared with a satisfied smile on his face!

Brenda couldn't help but be aroused by the man pounding himself deep into her body. It had been so long since she had been truly fucked. Mitch didn't seem to care about sex all that much and it had caused an even bigger rift in their marriage.

But, she also couldn't help feeling used as she felt Manuel explode deep inside her body. This was just a release for him, nothing more. She could tell he didn't care wheither she was enjoying it or not. He just wanted his own release.

She looked down at the kerchief he had carelessly thrown down on the table and was thankful that she was able to hold back her tears until she heard the door close behind him.

Letting herself cry for just a minute, she quickly began putting her things back into her bag and cleaning herself up as much as she could. She found some cleasing wipes among her makeup things and used them to clean the evidence of Manuel from her body.

She grabbed fresh underwear from her things and dressed in shorts and t-shirt in deference to the heat outside.

Picking up her bag, she walked out of the door and was escorted to a small table where Manuel was sitting looking at a map.

She listened closly to his instructions and was a little thankful when he left her sitting at the table alone. She glanced at the bottle of tequila in front of her and took a big pull from it, coughing as she set it back down. Normally, she didn't drink anything as strong as tequila, but this surely wasn't a normal day.

As she made her way to the tent that was offered to her, she wondered if Manuel would leave her alone for the night, or come back for more of what she had to offer.

She laid down on the cot, and tried to let sleep take over as listened closely to the sounds around her.

Manuel

Manuel continued on with his normal routine, after having not only cleared the fact that Brenda was not a secret agent, but also notching a conquest. After Brenda had accepted the offer of his tent and cot, Manuel moved to the car to ensure that it was fully loaded, and that the inventory was fully accounted for. He was glad that Brenda did not ask what was being loaded into the car, because it was clear to him, that the courier was new, and she might get panicked if she knew she were carrying a car loaded to the hilt with pure cocaine.

If she were to make the destination on time, she'd need to leave in the middle of the night. Any later than that, and she'd have to race across the back roads, which would only make her vulnerable to getting stopped and checked by the Federales! There'd be hell to pay if this deal went awry.

Manuel peeked into the tent at one point, and saw that Brenda had fallen asleep, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, allowed him to see the tiny beads of perspiration that clung to her neck. She looked delectable and so vulnerable, resting there, unaware of his presence.

Manuel left her for the time being, taking care of other pressing matters as the day wore on. As evening fell upon the camp, Manuel waited until about two hours before it was time for Brenda to get going. Finishing the bottle of tequila that had remained on the table, Manuel eased himself into his tent, where Brenda continued to sleep.

The heat and perspiration had caused her thin top to become transparent, and her breasts were plainly visible to Manuel's leering eyes. The temptation was too intense, and with time to kill, Manuel made up his mind, to enjoy the fruits Brenda had to offer, one last time.

This time, however, Manuel was not abrasive or crude in his maneuverings. Instead, he gently sat at the edge of the cot and with a soft hand plucked a few strands of hair that had matted to her face, and moved them away. Brenda had not stirred. Emboldened by Brenda's deep sleep, Manuel's carresses became slightly more tactile, running his fingertips over her cheeks.

Manuel held still when Brenda shifted slightly. However, when Manuel was able to see a hint of a smile on her face, he continued with the gentle touch, now trailing his fingertips along her neck. He moved the beads of sweat as his gentle manipulations seemed to be welcomed by Brenda, whose body seemed to search for contact with his fingers. Every time Brenda squirmed on the cot, she made herself more available for Manuel's fingers, which were now dancing lightly in the valley between the mountains of her breasts.

As Manuel's feathery touch played across her flesh, Brenda let out a contented sigh, which stopped his advances momentarily. He searched her eyes, yet she was still asleep, and it fueled him further. Ever so carefully he peeled the tank top tee from one tit, freeing the flesh to the open air. Her nipple responded delightfully. His finger traced circles around the taut tip, feeling its rubbery consistency. He then freed the second tit, both her breasts, now openly exposed to him once again, her tank top bunched under her breasts, as he treated the second nipple the same way.

Brenda was stirring a bit more now, and Manuel was certain, she'd wake soon. He also knew, he couldn't proceed much further without certainly waking her, nor did he want to wait any longer either.

With Brenda lying there, as she was, Manuel simply lowered his mouth over the nearest melon, and latched onto the treat offered to him, as his other hand, softly carressed and fondled the other tit. His teeth grazed over one nipple as his fingers rolled the other. His tongue lashed at the rubbery tip as his fingernail scraped over the other tip.

Manuel couldn't see, but a much louder moan escaped Brenda's lungs as he felt her shudder beneath him. But with his weight and strength, he kept her pinned to the cot. The question for Manuel now was if Brenda was going to cooperate, or continue to fight?

This was one erotic dream Brenda didn't want to wake up from. She could feel the warmth of his breath and the heat of his mouth against her flesh. It had been so long since a man, any man had been so gentle and arousing with her.

In her mind, she couldn't see his face, but she had a feeling she knew who it was, as she felt the material of her clothing fall a way from her body.

With a hand in his hair, pushing him deeper onto her breast, she took her other hand and layed it over his, as she helped him massage and caress her breasts.

She could see and feel the way her lower body was responding to him. She felt the moisture building between her legs and let out a deep sigh.


She slide her hand down the side of his body and began to undo the pants he was wearing, wanting to feel him grow and harden in her hand as she stroked him.

"Please, oh please, Giovanni." she purred as she felt the hard, thickness of his cock in her hand, "Make love to me."

It was only then that she opened her eyes and realized she wasn't dreaming! It was Manuel that was arousing her, again. She wasn't back in her bed or even in Giovanni's. She was in a tent, in the middle of Mexico, with the man that had all but raped her earlier and she was begging him. Begging him to fuck her as he had before.

As aroused as she was, she knew there was no turning back. She just wondered if he was going to be mad or upset that she had called him by another's name. Fear began to course through her, only enhancing her arousal as she continued to stroke his growing cock, hoping he would forget about what she had said, hoping she coiuld arouse him to the point of no return.

Manuel

Manuel was so engrossed in the pleasure being reciprocated by Brenda, that he barely heard her encouragement. Her hand in his hair, guiding his head, mashing it into her tit, the other hand, controlling his other hand as it massaged and kneaded the other breast, had him more than aroused. However, when she fished her hand into his trousers and pulled out his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, Manuel was more than pleased!

Brenda had apparently come to accept her position in this little business venture, and Manuel was thrilled to not only be the first to initiate her, but to now also be encouraged by her! The pounding in his head was deafening, and the throbbing in his groin was growing painful!

"Please, oh please, ... Make love to me."

He had been so consumed, he hadn't heard her call out another's name. It probably wouldn't have mattered, because Manuel knew he had coerced the response from her sleep. However, the mere fact that she was begging him to fuck her, was much better than the way she had done it before!

Before Brenda had a chance to reconsider her invitation, Manuel was working his trousers off and settling in between Brenda's parted thighs, aiming his cock towards her slit. Fisting his raging snake, he ran the swollen tip along her slit, gathering up some moisture on his helmet before punching a hole in the wall, settling his weight down so that he sank deliciously into her cavern.

A mutually shared sigh escaped the two as his cock settled into familiar territory for the second time today. This time was so much sweeter for Manuel, sensing and feeling Brenda's desirous need as his hips began rocking back and forth. As each thrust moved deeper and deeper, Manuel noticed how Brenda's hips were moving in syncopated rhythm, thrusting up to meet each of his humps.

Soon, the two were moving like lovers, both humping and fucking with a desperate need that grew between them. There was not fucking for the mere sake of fucking. This time, at least for Manuel, it seemed as if there was real passion between the two. The moans and groans of passion and lust filled the tent, and soon, the two were fucking in search and need of that glorious release!

Manuel couldn't hold out much longer, feeling Brenda's contractions rippling along his shaft, and finally allowed the pressure to relieve itself through his fire hose. As he did so, it seemed as if Brenda was reaching the same pinnacle he was on, her body thrashing and bucking wildly beneath him.

Manuel collapsed atop of Brenda, her arms still enveloped around him, hugging him, lightly scratching his back, one hand cradling his head, the other moving down to caress his ass, his wilting cock, still embedded in her flooded pussy.

Brenda laid there, absording the weight of Manuel's body over hers. Her hands were roaming over his body as she felt the wilting cock leave her now saited body.

It had been so long since she had orgasmed like that. Mitch hadn't even touched her in months and her body had needed the release. It had helped to clear her mind, getting her to focus on the task at hand.


Slowly, she felt Manuel rise above her and leave the cot they were laying on.


"Hurry and dress, you need to leave soon if you are to make your destination on time. There is a basin there in the corner for you to clean up. I will meet you at the table when you are ready."

As he spoke to her, he was getting himself dressed as her prepared to give her some privacy.



She still couldn't believe that she had enjoyed herself as much as she did. This was wrong! She shouldn't be having sex with anyone but her husband, right? But, then again, a woman did have needs and desires. Lately, she surely hadn't been getting it at home. And why was she having such erotic dreams about another man?

As she cleaned herself up, she thought about Giovanni and what she would do when she got home. She knew she could never tell anyone about her "adventure" here with Manuel.

Dressed and packed, she made her way out to the table for instruction.

Manuel greeted Brenda at the familiar table. The encampment was relatively quiet now, most of the guards asleep, except for a few that patroled the perimeter. He had the map out once again, showing it to Brenda, reiterating how important it was for her to make the border crossing at precisely two in the morning. If she left promptly, she'd make the day long trip without much problem. He also slammed his finger at several points along the route, telling Brenda to fuel up there, otherwise she'd be stranded in the desolate desert.

While the instructions seemed relatively simple, Manuel was quite insistent that Brenda follow every detail down to the letter. It was a well rehearsed, perfected routine, that offered little tolerance for variation. Any slight errors opened up doors for the Mexican and American officials to intervene and ruin the choreographed precision of their operations.

He escorted Brenda to the loaded car, carrying her duffel bag on his shoulder. He tossed her bag on the passenger seat and spread the map out atop the bag for her reference. "You follow everything just as I say! No problems. No rush. No speed. You get there exactly two in morning!" His broken English and thick accent were coming through again.

"You get there, you do just as guards tell you to do! Everything be just fine! Any problems, you just do whatever to get out of trouble! No let anybody look in car!" Manuel hugged Brenda tightly, and gave her a strong pat on the back, a sign of his gratitude, taking slightly longer than normal to enjoy the crush of her breasts against his chest! As he was helping her into her seat, he placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "You do good Brenda! I see you again real soon!"

Manuel stepped back as Brenda fired the old car to life on the second try, and watched as the old car kicked up a trail of dust in its wake, the red tail lights clouded by the dry ground. His eyes followed her all the way out of the compound where he hoped Brenda would have no problems. He truly did hope to see Brenda again, sometime soon! He'd have to remember to thank Giovanni for sending her, and sing her praises, so he'd send her again. If this shipment went well, there'd be bigger shipments to follow!

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{... almost 24 hours later ...}

The night air was crisp, but not cold. Juan stood guard on the southern side of the bridge spanning the deep ravine, marking the border between his land, and America, on the other side. With his AR-30 in hand, he paced back and forth across the desolate crossing, seeing his American counterparts doing the same thing on the other side. His partner, Rafael, sat in the guard shack, outfitted with a temporary holding cell. On the rare occassion they had to detain someone, they'd be kept until the authorities would come by and process them. Rafael sat at the desk, leaning back on the rotting wooden chair, he boots propped on the end of the desk as he smoked the foul smelling cigar, staring at the clock on the wall. His rifle was leaning upright, in the corner to his left.

Rafael often mused how stupid it was to have military guards on both sides of the crossing bridge, both with nearly identical accommodations, since both of them were dedicated to the same end result! However, as the minute hand drew nearer and nearer to the twelve on the clock, Rafael knew exactly why the Americans had their own patrol on the other side of the bridge! It was to prevent the drug cartel from buying out the border patrols. They had to pass through both Mexican and American checkpoints before being allowed to process.

Rafael and Juan were not bought out by the cartel ... instead, they were the buyers! They had their own network in place managing large amounts of illegal drugs, and smuggling them across the border. The pair used their knowledge of the patrol routine, and the alternate unpatroled paths that could be used by their own army of mules.

Rafael compared the time on the wall with the time on his wrist, noting that the delivery should be arriving shortly. It was imperative that the delivery arrive shortly, otherwise the mules would be spotted on the trail once daylight broke. Rafael grabbed his rifle and patted the suitcase loaded with money, laying on the floor next to the desk.

They had dealt with Manuel on many an occassion, but this was the first time, they were part of a larger operation. They were assured that there were some added benefits to the deal, but were left in the dark as to the finer points. All they knew, was that there were further instructions for the carrier inside the suitcase!

Rafael joined Juan outside the post, and offered him a cigar from his pocket. The two sat and chatted wile they looked over the black horizon, and then over their shoulders at the Americans on the other side. Time was growing increasingly thin ...

"You do good Brenda! I see you again real soon!"


Brenda heard Manuel's words echoing in her head as she headed down the long, deserted road. The air was hot and dry, causing sweat to form between her breasts and leaving her mouth dry. She wasn't sure how she felt about the comment he had made as she was leaving.

So many thoughts were running through her mind, that she almost missed one of her fuel stops. How had she gotten into such a situation? How could she have let a strange man have sex with her, not once, but twice? And the bad part about that was thaqt she had actually enjoyed it. She had actually liked having sex with Manuel. And what of the dreams sshe had been having lately? What did they say about her? Was she really just the slut that Mitch accussed her of being? Or, was it just the fact that she was a sexually frustrated woman? She knew she enjoyed sex, but latley, her fantasies were taking over her thoughts. Mitch wasn't that adventurous when it came to sex and recently, their sex life had been nonexistent. Maybe she was just finding a release for herself. Yeah, that was it.

As she made her way to the fuel stop, she let herself relax a little. As she fueled the car, she went into the little shop and got her a drink and paid for the gas. Thankfully, Manuel had left her money to pay for the gas needed.


She approached her final stop, and let out a sign of relief, knowing that at least this part of her journey was almost finished. Hopefully, if all went well, she would be safely home very soon.

She could see two men standing by a little shack, and knew that she was close to the border. According to the insturctions that Manuel gave her, she was to stop a little from the border and wait for the men to approach her.

When she was about 100 yards from the shack, she pulled off to the side of the road and waited for what was to come next.

The guards

Rafael nudged Juan in the ribs with his elbow as the headlights approached in the darkness. Rafael pointed the automatic rifle in the direction of the car, waiting to see what the car did. Juan looked over his shoulder briefly, ensuring that the American counterparts on the other side of the bridge were alerted also. Juan turned back towards Rafael, "Aye amigo!"

As soon as the car pulled off the road and stopped, Rafael fired off a couple of rounds, the noise crackling through the night air, bullets buzzing over the top of the car. A few more shots kicked up some dirt in front of the stopped vehicle. The two men approached, guns trained on the sole driver, Rafael moving more quickly, than Juan who was being more cautious.

They yelled out in Spanish, for the driver to turn off the engine and get out of the car. However, when they got to the car, neither Rafael, nor Juan, expected to see a beautiful blonde American woman sitting behind the wheel. The moment of realization, made Rafael wonder nervously if this was the right vehicle. He paused momentarily to verify, that indeed, this was the car that Manuel said would be arriving. Rafael, though stunned, continued with the practiced routine. He barked some instructions out, and the woman remained frozen within the car.

It wasn't until Rafael reached the door and yanked it open, that he reverted to using some broken English, telling the woman to get out. With Juan keeping a gun trained on her, Rafael yanked her forcefully from the car. Within a second he had her spun around, hands drawn behind her back, steel cuffs clamped securely around her wrists.

Rafael proceeded to perform a rather intensive search of her body for any hidden weapons, lingering as he slid his hands along her ribs, fingertips pushing into her supple breasts. His hands massaged her ass for quite some time before moving to her legs and luxuriatingly sliding down her bared flesh till he reached her ankles. He turned the apparently frightened woman around, who was objecting to the treatment, ignoring her attempts to stop the frisky search of her body. Rafael's eyes lingered on the dark stain of sweat that gathered between her breasts, and roceeded to roughly maul her tits, mashing them beneath his hands as he feigned his continued search for concealed weapons. With Juan's gun pointed directly at the woman, Rafael lowered his hands to her waist, noting how short her shorts were. She surely had a nice pair of legs, he conceded, lowering himself as his hands moved along her trembling thighs, thumbs working their way dangerously close to her sex.

He finally backed away, a deep blackness in his eyes as he bore into her green eyes. "What you have in the car? Any drugs?"

It took everything Brenda had not to start yelling at the man who was basically mauling her body. Manuel's words echoed in her head telling her to just do as the men said and that she would be fine.


It wasn't till the border guard had asked her what was in the car that she even began to think about what the cargo might have been. She was sure that she didn't want to know.


With a little of bit of a shakey voice, Brenda informed him that there were no drugs in the car, hoping that the information was correct.


With her hands still imobile behind her back, Brenda tried to lean against the car for support as she pushed her chest forward just a bit. She had notice that both guards seemed to be impressed with her body and was hoping that she could talk her way across the border without problems. She was so close to being on safe, comfortable ground and she wanted to get this over with.

Ignoring her fear, she managed to regain some calm in her voice.


As sweetly as she could, she looked at both men. "Is there anything wrong, gentlemen? Have I done something wrong?"


Not sure wheither it was a smart move or not, she took a risk. "Senor Manuel told me that I was to stop here and await instruction."

Rafael barked rather loudly, slapping the idiotic woman for mentioning Senor Manuel's name. "Idiot," he replied loud enough that the Americans across the bridge could hear him, "Senor Manuel is big drug lord!"

Juan pried the trunk open with a crowbar, revealing the trunk, fully packed with brown packaging. Rafael dragged the female courier to the back of the car, and pointed to the taped packages. "No drugs? What is this?" Rafael reached to his waist, unsheathed his combat knife and fisted the hilt. He drew it out, the moonlight reflected off the shiny, sharpened blade. With a quick downward thrust, he punctured a single package, a soft plume of white powder rising up. Drawing the blade out, the white, powdery substance could clearly be seen inside the sliced opening, as well as some adhering to the blade. He drew the knife to his face, stuck his tongue out and dabbed at the powder. He drew his tongue in and tested the narcotics.

Ever so nonchalantly, he peered above the raised trunk, noting that they had indeed garnered the attention of the American soldiers manning the other side. "WHEW! Pure cocaine! Lady, you going down!" His voice carried clearly across the ravine, for the others to hear. He slammed the trunk closed.

Rafael and Juan, each, hooked an arm under the courier's shoulders and dragged her, despite her protests and pleas to be heard, into the guard shack, where they tossed her into the tiny cell. The steel doors closed with a loud clank, and the men tumbled outside. Rafael waved off the guards at the other end of the bridge! "Caught another one trying to sneak through!"

Meanwhile, as the two walked towards the confiscated car, Juan fired up his walkie talkie. "Aye Amigo. Shipment intercepted. Prisoner being held, send the wagon"

The two men pushed the abandoned vehicle back towards the isolated building, listening to the pleas of the prisoner, slowly fade. It wasn't until she had calmed down that Rafael entered the holding area. Once again his eyes lingered on the woman pacing back and forth in the small cell like a trapped cat. She looked quite appealing, her sweat making her thin top practically transparent.

"Aye Senorita! You in big trouble, eh?"

Idiot, "Senor Manuel is big drug lord!"


She heard what the guard was saying, but the sting of the slap acrossher face was taking all of Brenda's attention.

It wasn't till she was dragged to the rear of the car, shown the drugs, and then thrown into the small cell that she finally came to her senses.

She remembered trying to plead with them to let her go, that she hadn't known what was in the trunk. Yet, neither guard seemed to either hear her pleas or to care.

Now, because she had been a fool and opened her mouth, she would probably spend the next twenty or so years in a mexican prison for this mistake. All she could hope for was maybe the chance to get a phone call.

But, then again, who could she call? She didn't have any numbers for Giovanni or Mac. She couldn't call Mitch or her family.

She paced the small cell, trying to think of a way out of this situation.

She couldn't help but notice the way the guard was watching her, watching every move she made.

Hoping she was attracting him, she placed her hands against the bars and let one slide seductively between her legs.

"Is there anything I can do to convince you to let me go?" Brenda purred, as she slide her body along the bars of her cell.

If she had to, she was willing to use sex to get herself across the border and back to her home.