weather isn't quite what I expected, but at least one of the natives is
very friendly indeed, blue eyes and blond hair!
Got to go he's waiting
for me!
Make what you like out of that.
Major Fairhaven, she thought.
If you
knew about this mysterious Lohaquin, you'll guess what I'm talking
about when I mention the weather.
And if you didn't, that should keep
you guessing until I find out more.
By the end of her first day on duty Jacey began to understand a great
deal more about what went on at La Primavera.
The first clue came when
she was doing her morning rounds.
She found the middle-aged and
affable Senor Valiente - who was under observation for bronchial
problems dictating letters to a startlingly attractive blonde in a very
short skirt, who looked as if she would be more at home on stage as an
exotic dancer than in an office.
The air smelled of expensive cigar
smoke.
Senor Valiente smiled at her, flashing several gold teeth.
"Just catching up with a little business, doctor.
It keeps my mind
active."
"You've been smoking," Jacey accused.
The improbable-looking secretary laughed, and crossed her long legs,
displaying dark stocking-tops and suspenders.
"He's a naughty boy," she said, in a husky voice.
When Jacey closed the door she heard them both laughing.
The woman's
giggling was abruptly silenced.
Jacey strongly suspected that if she
found an excuse to go back into the room again she would find her
patient and his so-called secretary engaged in something very far
removed from dictation.
It was Senor Valiente's body that was being
exercised and not his mind.
From then on she began to look more closely at the steady stream of
hospital visitors.
As all the rooms were private, people arrived at
any time during the day.
Many of them were obviously family members,
often with neatly dressed children obediently in tow.
Others were
young businessmen in smart suits.
But quite a few were ladies who did
not fit into any conventional category.
Immaculately dressed, they
arrived in large, chauffeur-driven cars.
They exuded sexy confidence
and seemed popular with all the staff, from the cleaning women
upwards.
That evening Jacey went to Peter Draven's office.
"Why didn't anyone tell me that this hospital also functions as a
brothel?"
Peter looked up from the report he was writing.
"Who says it does?"
"Oh, come on!"
She sat down opposite him.
"No wonder there are so many healthy-looking patients here.
They just
check in for a medical so they can fuck in comfort."
He grinned.
"Elegantly put.
But their money keeps this place running, and pays
your wages too."
He signed his report and pushed it aside.
"You're not trying to tell me you're shocked?"
"Surprised," she said.
"Why don't these men just visit the local cat-house?"
Peter shrugged.
"Because they're members of a strictly traditional society.
As long as
they behave themselves in public, everyone turns a blind eye to their
private weaknesses."
"Everyone?"
she enquired acidly.
"Including their wives?"
Peter leaned back in his chair, and smiled.
"What makes you think their wives don't know what's going on?
They
probably even know which women are servicing their husbands.
The women
who come here are some of the highest paid whores in Techtatuan.
They're discreet and they're clean.
If you were married wouldn't you
rather your husband used some one like that, instead of the local
brothel, where anything goes?"
"Is that supposed to make it acceptable?"
she enquired coolly.
"I'm cheating on you, dear, but don't worry, I won't catch anything
nasty."
He laughed.
"Do you think it's all one-sided?
Have you seen the elegant young man
who comes in to visit Senora Atriega?
The one she calls her nephew?"
Jacey nodded.
"I met him in the corridor."
Senora Atriega's nephew had given her a
soulfully lingering look as he went on his way to his aunt's room.
"At first I thought he was trying to flirt with me."
"He probably was," Peter said.
"Having you as a client would be mixing business with pleasure in a big
way."
"You mean he's a whore?"
She was genuinely startled.
"Of course he is," Peter said.
"One of the best, I'm told."
She laughed.
"Well, I suppose that's one kind of equality."
She glanced at Peter
mischievously.
"He was rather nice.
Perhaps I'll try him out."
"You wouldn't be able to afford him," Peter said.
He leant forward
conspiratorially: "And just between the two of us, I've given him a
couple of check-ups, and I can tell you that there isn't much to choose
between him and me when it comes to size."
She grinned.
"But perhaps he has better control?"
"Ouch.
I suppose you think t deserved that?"
"Yes," she said.
"Don't you?"
"Maybe," he agreed.
"But first impressions can be deceiving.
Are you going to give me a
chance to redeem myself?"
She shrugged.
"I suppose I could be persuaded."
"Tonight?"
he suggested.
"I'll take you out for a meal.
Is that a date?"
"Dates are for girlfriends," she said.
She grinned.
"This is a more of a trial run."
She smiled.
"When are you going to pick me up?"
He smiled back.
"About eight."
It had been an enjoyable meal, and Jacey was pleased when Peter hinted
that he was not going to push her into any follow-up.
I can do without
sex, she thought, but it would be pleasant to have someone to share my
off-duty time with.
Peter is good company.
I'm sure I can educate him
into being more accomplished in bed, given a little time.
It might
even be interesting.
She accepted Peter's invitation for a nightcap in his apartment.
Together they finished a bottle of wine.
When Peter planted his first
kiss on her, it soon became apparent that her services as a tutor would
not be needed.
This time he was in no hurry.
His mouth moved gently
over her face, lingering on her lips.
With the tip of his tongue he
drew patterns on her throat and neck, then moved up to circle her
ear.
His hands on her blouse were so light and gentle that she did not
realise he had unfastened the tiny buttons until the tips of his
fingers touched her nipples, pinching them gently, arousing them even
more.
She lay back and allowed him to undress her, moving languidly to help
him.
The air felt warm on her flesh.
He peeled away her blouse and
took off her flimsy bra.
She wriggled her hips as he removed her
skirt, and returned the compliment by tugging down the zip of his
trousers.
But he seemed far more interested in taking off her clothes
than having her take off his.
He laughed softly when he discovered
that she was wearing suspenders and stockings.
With his fingers he
traced the dark circle of her stocking tops, and pulled gently at the
lacy suspenders.
"I like these.
I thought all modern women wore tights."
She smiled.
"When we want to rum someone on, we try a little harder."
"You're trying to turn me on, are you?"
She reached for him.
He was already hard.
"Looks like I've succeeded," she observed.
"You didn't really have to try," he said.
"The sight of you is enough."
When she was finally naked, he pushed her back and, as she remembered
his last hurried finale, she thought, maybe that's it?
Playtime's
over?
But he knelt across her, smoothing his hands down to her thighs,
following their exploratory caresses with his mouth and tongue, until
he was nuzzling the dark red bush of her pubic hair.
He pressed his
palms against her inner thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs, and
his fingers parted her secret lips.
He bent over her, letting his
tongue find her swelling clitoris, and circled it.
She loved this most
intimate of kisses.
He licked her, gently at first, but with
increasing pressure, until she felt her whole body trembling with the
need for release.
He looked up at her.
"You're ready for me, aren't you?"
She pushed his head down again.
"Don't stop," she ordered huskily.
"Please don't stop."
Peter laughed softly, enjoying her pleasure, and went to work again,