Authors: Bonnie S. Mata
He looked at her with his dark eyes. “I wanted to let you know where you and I stand.” He motioned his hand in the air, pointing to her then to him. “Pancho, you know the guy you talked to last night? Well, he will be doing some work for me, and when he's done, you're free to leave. But if he doesn't come through...” He took a deep breath, “You will stay here until I decide you can leave.”
“Why would you want me here?” She stared back at him heavily.
“Oh, my sweet girl, do you want for me to tell you what you can do for me?” A big smile came across his face and a sharp laugh left his throat. “Please, you are a grown woman to know,
how useful you can be around here. For starters, you will be my very own personal sex slave. At any moment, when I want it, and need it. You will fulfill and satisfy my every desire.
AND
let me tell you, I like fucking every day and more than four times or so, when I am here, so be prepared for long exhausting days. If you give me resistance, I will put you out to market, where you will be fucked by anyone willing to pay the price I set.” His muscular arms rested on his chair.
Celina swallowed hard, while her heart picked up speed, watching his cleft chin as he spoke. She turned her head when someone knocked on the door.
Chuy
walked over, opened the door, and in came two women.
“You see, my morning fuck is here already.” He looked at her, gloating. Looking at
Chuy
he said, “Take her to my back room.”
The woman walked by, wearing a pair of white short-shorts, and a hot pink tank top flashing her midriff, looking Celina over.
Standing next to Celina was a woman in her mid-forties, with a bad haircut, wearing a red, faded sundress. Her eyes were dead. They were lifeless. There was no emotion in them. It’s as if the woman was dead inside.
“This here is Carmela. She is in charge of the girls and will give you a tour, and explain how things are done here, just in case Pancho doesn't come through.” He winked with a smirk at the thought and left his office.
Chapter
23
Tour and food privileges
Celina
followed Carmela out of the office, and into a long hallway. They passed the room in which she had stayed, and the further they went, the noisier it became. It was still mid-morning, and yet the music was playing loud.
Carmela noticed Celina’s expression. “Yes, in this business, there is never a closed sign on our doors. It’s a twenty-four hour operation. So what's your name?” asked Carmela, in well-spoken English, leading the way to the area, where the working girls called home.
“Celina,” she replied. “Where are you from?” she asked, with curiosity. It was obvious that she wasn't from Mexico.
“I’m from Brownsville,” she said, with no feeling.
“How long have you been here?” Celina's heart rate picked up again. She was looking for answers, looking for hope.
“Oh, this is my seventh year.”
Celina sighed and looked at Carmela's eyes when she spoke. There was still no expression on her face. She was dead inside, so it looked.
“Oh, my gosh. Please tell me how you got here?” Celina had many questions swarming in her head. Finally-- someone who could relate to her situation.
“I was kidnapped by,
El Cartel del
Golfo
. All of this area, down to Brownsville, and up to Laredo is their territory. My family paid the ransom, but they, the cartel, decided to keep me, to work me here. At the time, they were short on women for the men that worked here, and for the paying customers,” she said dryly.
Celina's eyes rounded. “I don't get it? You mean the men who work here get a free fuck?” Her head cocked to the side, and her eyebrow lifted.
“Yes, the top ones do, and the ones just joining and the lower rank ones, have to pay.” There was frustration in her voice.
Celina lowered her head, as they continued to walk down the hall, with dirty, smudge-stained walls painted a lime green color.
I can't go through this again. There's no way
that
I will be subject to this cruelty
,
again
,
she
thought, as she glanced up to see pictures of nude women hanging along the walls.
“I don't work as much as I used to, only if I'm requested.” She exchanged a quick look at Celina's six-inch high heels.
Celina felt Carmela's eyes scanning over her shoes, and looking at her fresh pedicure with flower decals. “So what do you do?”
Carmela's eyes shifted to meet Celina's. “I oversee that the girls get what they need, like Kotex pads, clothes, direct them with the customers, and monitor their work.”
“What do you mean
monitor
?” she asked, with a frantic look in her eyes.
“Peek in on the sex rooms, to make sure the men don't get too rough,” she explained.
“You mean, you actually watch? How embarrassing! It’s bad enough that you are doing it with someone you don’t want to be with, then for everyone to watch.” The words slipped past her lips without control. Her cheeks flushed with color afterwards.
She ignored her remark. “The boss told me to show you around and explain to you what is to be expected, when your time comes. I’m sorry Celina, but we are
all
in the same boat. We are all unhappy and so miserable here, but what can we do?” She lifted her shoulders.
Celina sighed as they came to a door. Carmela opened it and motioned Celina to follow her. “These are the sex rooms,
and they are also where the girls sleep, too.”
Talk about invasion of privacy.
They fuck you forcibly and in your own little space.
Celina released a sigh.
A long corridor extended, with windows looking into each tiny room. There was a girl in every room, of all shapes and ages, and not one room was empty.
Celina swallowed hard, and her eyes opened wide. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, sex slavery in living color. “Good God! Can they see us?” She pulled away from the glass.
“Oh, no, it’s a two-way mirror.”
“How many rooms are there here?”
“Fifty. Twenty-five on each side to be exact.”
They continued walking, and up ahead in the corridor, they stopped to peek. In one room there was one girl with three men. She was straddled over a guy, lowering herself onto his cock, while another guy stood behind her. It seemed that he was waiting for her to finish positioning her knees on the bed.
“Carmela, what is that guy going to do? Three men?” Celina got closer to the window.
“He's waiting to fuck her.” Carmela turned and gave her a serious look.
“Uh, where?
Isn't she already fucking one guy, the one underneath her?” She shook her head and said, “Oh, I get it… he's waiting his turn.”
“Yes and no. Actually, this guy here,” she pointed, “is going to fuck her in the ass, while she is getting fucked in the pussy by the guy under her.”
“Oh my God, is that possible? You're joking?” Her mouth dropped open.
“Of course, and no, I'm not joking. We don't joke about anything around here. In this world it’s all about staying alive,” she replied dryly as they stood watching.
When the girl was ready, the big guy stopped masturbating his large penis, and placed his hands on her butt cheeks. He pulled her butt checks apart, placed his penis at the entrance of her butthole and pushed in.
Celina's eyes widened and her eyes shifted to see the girls face. The girl then released a loud scream, opening her mouth wide, and then shut her eyes closed. She gritted her teeth for a while, and then let out another scream, when he gave her another hard thrust from behind. The third guy who was standing, and watching, then placed his erect penis in the girl’s mouth, for her to suck on it. He didn't even give her a chance to catch her breath.
“Oh my God, I can't believe what I'm seeing. Shit, I've heard of ass fucking and that some women enjoy it, but not being fucked at the same time in different holes. It looks like it hurts.” She shook her head, revealing her agony.
“Yes, at first it does, but then after
awhile
, it doesn't anymore, only when you get a big guy like that one. We have been through so much here,” she took a deep breath, pausing for a moment,” but if you see on the little table there, you should see a jar of Vaseline. This guy here, fucking her in the ass, should have put some on--they must. That is the rule, especially guys with big dicks like this one here.” She pointed to him. “He fucked me once,
a long time
ago, but in the pussy, and man, he likes it rough. He fucked me two times that night,” she held two fingers in the air. “Yes, he did me. He came, and did me again, and he took forever the second time. And the second time is the one that killed me, because he couldn't come, so he kept pumping me hard every which way. He refused to stop until he did. I mean hard, until he finally came. This guy likes rough sex.”
Silence descended as the girls stood watching the big guy thrusting hard, in and out of the girl’s ass. They watched her face turn red, as she sucked the other guy’s penis relentlessly. The guy’s butt cheeks contracted, every time he slammed deep inside of the girl that he was fucking in the ass. He rotated his hips every now and then, while he held her from her waist. From where they stood, they could see the entire picture, and it was an unusual sight to see, three penises inside of a woman. The guy showed no mercy the moment he entered her. There were no baby steps. He went all the way in and out, hard and fast, pleasing only himself. The other guy, getting a blow job, seemed to have a look of great expectations to be sucked hard. He kept his hands on her head, and yanked her hair when she would slow down.
“This girl's name is
Cari
, and she will eat a good meal tonight.” She said, with a smile.
“I don’t get it.”
What the hell is there to smile about
, she thought to herself.
“Yes, because she did a four-some, she gets to eat steak and cheesecake. This is how we eat, how we stay alive, based on what work you do. You don't fuck, you don't eat.”
Celina bounced her head in front of Carmela. “Are you serious?” She couldn’t image what it would be like not to eat for a day, much less days. Celina thought she had nerves of steel, until Homer had taken her, and broken her down. Now she could feel the weariness moving through her as she saw the reality of the situation she was in.
“Very serious. For five blowjobs, you get beans and one tortilla for one meal. For three pussy fucks, you get to eat
fideo
with rice, beans, and two tortillas, and for a
four
some, well I told you already. This is how you stay alive, Celina, so you must do what you have to. You get it?” Her brow arched up high.
“You would think that since you are here against your will, that they could at least feed you.” She shrugged.
“Yes, but then they wouldn't be able to get you to do what they want you to. Hunger moves mountains. But don't despair. You can collect many jobs to trade for a big one.” Her look softened.
“What? I don't get it?” Her voice was almost a whisper as she expressed her darkest fears.
“For example, you can work and save fifteen sex jobs to equal a foursome and eat steak and cheesecake or trade thirty blowjobs for steak and cheesecake. Fifteen blowjobs can get you the sex meal of
fideo
.”
“Wow, how exciting, Carmela.” She said in sarcasm.
“Just don’t get hooked on the drugs, because then you'll sell yourself to the devil to get that fix that you'll need, for the rest of your life, and when you get too old, no man will want to fuck you, or want them to be touched by you, and then you're doomed. The only way out is dead.” There was no hesitation in her voice or her attitude.
Celina turned back to the window, where the sex act was being performed. “Carmela, that tattoo that the guy has on his
back.
”
“What about it?” She raised an eyebrow.
“It's the same, as the statue that was in the boss's office, isn't it?” Her frown deepened.
“Yes, that's the
Santísima
Muerte
.” A wide smile creased her lips.
Celina looked at her
,
waiting for her to explain some more.
“
People confuse her
,
and think that she is the grim
reaper
, but she's not. She's a
goddess named
Mictecacihuatl
,
wife of
Mictlantecuhtli
,
the God of Death
,
from back in Aztec times. She was believed to be a protector of souls
,
residing in the dark underworld
,
and legend says she caught her husband cheating on her, so she killed him.
”
“
How do you say her name?
”