by Leo Barton
She walked me back to the reception area and, instead of going up the stairs as I had suspected she would, she walked past the main staircase to another set of steep narrow steps that led down to a cellar. Anna walked down first and then stood at a big wooden door. She struggled to turn the key in the lock.
Once she had eventually managed to open the door, she flicked the light switch to reveal a room almost as large as the atrium in Andrea's father's house. At the farthest end was a bank of television screens, fifteen in all, stacked in three rows, a thick partition of wood separating each layer. In front of the screens was a large black leather sofa. On the wall nearest the door through which we had entered, were three or four filing cabinets, a desk, and a large gilt-edged mirror. The only other pieces of furniture were a huge double bed, a little bedside cabinet and a commodious armchair.
But apart from the shock of seeing so many televisions, the greatest surprise was a huge collection of video cassettes lining the wall on shelves between the bed and the bank of screens. There must have been something close to five hundred.
I was amazed. The room was clean and orderly, although the weak electric light and the large space in the centre gave a dismal atmosphere to the place. It was however, compared to the humidity of the rooms in the hotel above, comfortingly cool.
'What on earth...?' I stammered in English.
'I will show you, but first you need to know history of Señor Albertini. He is not nice man. He was army officer and is a police informer. Many people suffer because of him. All you see was paid for by army during time of the junta. Albertini was given much money to provide surveillance in his hotel.'
'He was a spy?'
'He was spy for the army.'
'And who did he spy on?'
'He spy on the army. A lot of officers, usually - how you say? - lower-ranking, would stay here and Albertini would keep eye on them,' Anna said pointing to the television sets.
'You mean—?'
'Yes, of course. Every room has hidden camera, and not just one. Albertini could get to know every secret in his hotel. He was useful tool for blackmail - for everything underhand that you could imagine. Sit down.'
Anna went to the collection of videos and randomly selected one from the pile. She inserted it in a machine that rested under the wood panelling where the televisions were stacked, picked up a remote control and pressed a button.
All fifteen screens flickered into life. A shock of electronic snow suddenly turned to blue and then two people could be seen fucking on a bed: an elderly silvery-haired man and a young woman in stockings. The woman was on all fours and the old man was lunging at her from behind, occasionally smacking her plump bottom as she jerked on him. The camera must have been placed high in the room as it angled down onto the bed, but then another camera took over, showing a side perspective. You could clearly see the man's cock pounding into her.
'When all was over Albertini keep the cameras,' Anna continued, as I tried to come to terms with what I was witnessing; not just a couple fucking in front of hidden cameras, but the wider implications of this discovery. 'Now he watch for pleasure mostly. We do not often get army people here now. He like to watch, that is all, although occasionally he blackmail a man having an affair, or a lady enjoying a little naughty afternoon fun.'
On the screen, the old man and the beautiful woman with pendulous breasts had now been joined by a third woman who had climbed under him and was licking and sucking his balls as he continued shafting the kneeling woman.
'We get many whores in here. Albertini is a pimp. He nearly have me as a whore. It was three months after I arrive. I have made friends with a man I have met in the botanic gardens. A nice English man. We have become lovers. I would sneak him into my room in afternoon when I think Albertini is taking his afternoon siesta. One day Albertini invite me into his room. Wait...'
Anna switched off the video just as the silvery-haired gent was coming over the buttocks of the woman on all fours, his semen dribbling down onto the chin of the blonde who lay underneath.
Anna placed another video in the slot. Again the snow, the flash of blue, and there was Anna in a skimpy denim mini-skirt, outstretched on the bed, her skirt pulled up over her buttocks, and there was... My God! There was David, bringing his hand down to crack upon the lovely girl's bare bottom!
'So, he sit me down and show me this. What do I think I am doing letting men spank me when I should be working, and what would my family think if they ever see it? he say. And if I am not a good girl and do what he tell me, then I will be in serious trouble.'
'Like what sort of trouble?' I asked, as if I didn't know.
'He go to my family and tell them all.'
As I listened to Anna my eyes remained transfixed on the screen. David had taken a long riding crop and was lashing the girl across her buttocks and the small of her back. Anna, tethered to the bed, could do nothing but flinch at every stroke of the whip. David lashed her lascivious rump and then the back of her legs, as mercilessly as I remembered him beating Marie...
'So, what exactly he want me to do? I ask him. I was so shocked, so frightened, I could not think straight. He make me go to him and lie across his lap. Then he spank me hard until my bottom is black and blue. Then he push me on the floor and hold my face near his penis. Señor Albertini is not a handsome man. I did not enjoy licking him. An old fat man is not like a good young man like you. He pull out of my mouth and come all over my face. I did not like him.
'You must remember I was new to Buenos Aires. I have no family here and no friends. I was frightened of being put onto the street. Those first few weeks after he show me the video, he did what he want to me, and I let him.
'He would come to my room at night when I am sleeping and pull the bedclothes off me and beat me with his belt. Or sometimes he pull my half-awake body over his lap and spank me on the bottom, then sneak his hand between my legs to see if I am wet. When he see how excited I am with the surprise beatings, he smack me more.
'Or sometimes when I am cleaning a room, he would barge in and lock the door and then, saying nothing, he pull out his cock, make me kneel, and push it in my mouth until he come.
'All was filmed, was always filmed. He would invite his friends to come and watch. I remember a nephew of his called Luca. He is much younger, about my age. When they are watching me, growing more excited, Albertini would call me down here. I have to stand in front of them while Albertini lift up my dress and pull down my panties, their eyes all the time staring at me. Then Albertini would push me onto the bed and make me suck Luca while he spank me with his belt.
'Maybe they make me a rude girl, but I cannot say that I did not enjoy sucking Luca while, at same time, I feel the sting of Albertini's belt on my bottom.'
Now Anna, emancipated from the leather straps, was straddling David, his prick pumping in and out of her, her face tensed in pleasure as he dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of her bottom...
'One time Luca bring a beautiful girl down to the room. I do not know where he find her. They make me watch as they undress her. Luca let his uncle cup her bosom and suck her teats, while he ease down her panties. The girl is enjoying it and seemed to have no inhibitions, until Luca drag her to the bed and tie her wrists to the bed, pulling her rump up so she lay before me. Albertini give me a cane. I know what they want me to do. It was such a surprise and such a thrill to hit the girl. I think she enjoy it because, after the first shock, her shrieks would be followed by a moaning.
'It make me so wet. It is almost a relief when Albertini push me on top of her and, tugging my panties down, fuck me from behind. I can feel the heat of the girl's bottom against my skin while Albertini have me. I come almost instantly, forgetting how disgusting the man who is screwing me is, watching Luca in the girl's mouth...
'As I said, I was frightened of Albertini, but the sex, especially when Luca was there, was good.
I was naïve girl and, no matter how horrible Albertini was, at least I discover pleasures that I never dream of. I would have continued, but Albertini want me to be his whore.
'That was last straw. I tell him that if he did not leave me alone, I will go to his wife. He is so frightened of her. She own much of the hotel. I tell him if he think about doing anything more bad to me, he should not, because I take some of the videos and give them to a friend. If anything strange happen to me then she would show them to her father, who have a high position in the government.'
On the screen Anna was now on all fours as David rode her from behind, those beautiful breasts dangling down, swaying as he screwed her as hard as he could, pinching her firm teats. between his fingers...
'He hit me. He slap me across the face. But once he do it he never dare to do it again, and he was more frightened of me than I was of him, no matter how many connections he still have with the army.'
David could wait no longer and, withdrawing from Anna's juicy quim, he shot his seed over her red bottom.
'So, we strike a deal: he will let me work for him, he will give some money to buy a casita, and he will expect nothing from me but my work. And, in return, I will not tell his wife. So far it has worked, but I know how furious he will be with me if his secret is discovered. This is what I am frightened of.'
Anna had taken David's sated cock into her mouth and was sucking it eagerly, the expression on her face showing how desperate she was to make it hard again so he could go on fucking her...
'Basta,' Anna said, as she pressed the remote control and the screen fuzz returned. 'I have something else I would like to show you.'
Another video was inserted into the machine and there, to my astonishment, was Beatrice's creamy posterior in full view of the camera, and me pumping in and out of her back passage.
'That looks interesting,' Anna said, smirking at me as I rutted against the French beauty.
I had never watched myself performing before, but my fascination with the show was tempered by the outrage I felt, knowing somebody had secretly filmed me in such an intimate moment.
Soon fascination and outrage gave way to lust as Anna craftily lowered my zip, pulled my cock from my pants, and began to lick it reverently. I savoured the sensation and watched the elegant Frenchwoman reach back between her thighs and weigh my swinging balls as I thundered away at her tight anus. I could remember just how good it had felt, and the cheeky lips and tongue now busy in my lap were combining with the graphic memory to quickly bring me towards an orgasm.
And then the video changed. This was obviously a compilation of edited highlights as I now watched Frankie and Stephanie lying on their double bed, Stephanie lounging back in a diaphanous slip, and Frankie crouching between her thighs, licking the length of her sumptuous pussy.
'Oh, Frankie, I don't know...'
'Shush. You like it, you want it. Forget the little prick,' Frankie hissed, interrupting her slurping ministrations just long enough to silence her friend's minor rebellion.
The "little prick", I took it, referred to me. This was obviously very recent footage.
I couldn't believe it. Not that Frankie had a penchant for female flesh, but that I was watching those two adorable girls in such an intimate position. Decency and my own distaste for prurience should have made me leap to my feet and switch it off, but it was difficult to move with Anna's head bobbing up and down and her tight lips sinking to my balls and then slowly rising again to my bursting helmet. I reached across her curled-up form, wormed my hand beneath her skirt, and slipped my fingers inside the moist folds of her quim.
Stephanie was groaning with pleasure now, her face flushed, her glistening sex held before Frankie's excited eyes. Frankie had a large dildo and was teasing Stephanie with it. The whole scene was now soundtracked by Stephanie's feeble protests and Frankie's firm assertions that her friend loved every second of it.
I lifted Anna up, pulled her astride my thighs, and sat her on my twitching erection. I cupped her breasts through the thin dress and pinched her budding nipples.
The dildo was well embedded in Stephanie by now. Frankie was frigging her friend and sucking on her clitoris at the same time. Stephanie's slip had been discarded, and her perspiring breasts rippled with the pumping movement of Frankie's arm and the dildo.
Anna rode me as I watched the screen over her shoulder. I was lifting her up by her beautiful bottom and letting her slip down again onto my lap.
Frankie had another dildo. She moistened it in Stephanie's nectar, and then slowly manipulated it up Stephanie's back passage. The lovely victim was now plugged both back and front.
I could feel Anna's body tensing, her thighs tightening against my hips and her arms hugging my neck. The gorgeous girl buried her face on my shoulder and clung to me like a limpet. I slid a finger into her behind and tickled just inside her anus. She loved it, and drove down harder and harder onto me.
Stephanie was wailing. Her body suddenly jerked as she came. Frankie was relentless. She ripped off her own clothes and then planted her sex on Stephanie's face. I could just make out Stephanie licking her friend as Frankie arched her back and squeezed her own breasts in her delirium.
Anna orgasmed on top of me, but I hadn't come. She quickly climbed off me, took my cock in her hands, and masturbated me as hard as she could, her generous lips hovering just above my helmet. I looked down from the screen, from Frankie rolling her sex around on Stephanie's rigid tongue, to watch my sperm erupt powerfully into Anna's hungry mouth.
Chapter 9
I spent the night sleeping in Anna's youthful arms. She had sworn me to secrecy about Señor Albertini's cellar room, but she understood perfectly why I might not want to stay at the hotel any longer. Albertini was coming back that very day, and the privacy that had been afforded our own first encounter could not be guaranteed after his return. I kissed her tenderly and left her room as the sun rose in a cloudless blue sky.
The biggest surprise of the previous evening had been seeing David administering a thrashing to Anna. When I thought about it, though, it wasn't so strange: David had booked the hotel for me before his departure and, knowing David, it was not so unusual that he should be on such intimate terms with one of its personnel. I only wondered whether Andrea also knew of his penchant for whipping chambermaids.
I started speculating on the nature of David's and Andrea's relationship. They were, in the old cliché of domestic bliss, made for each other. Their powers of sexual divination, Andrea's taste for submission and his for domination showed an uncanny horse-and-carriage compatibility.
But he had shunned such sexual congruity with Marie. Something must have happened to him when he had come to Argentina. It wasn't so difficult to imagine Andrea effecting such a change, considering how she had hurricaned through my life since I had arrived here.
It was Andrea who came to the forefront of my mind as I considered where I should now go, not wanting to provide free entertainment for Señor Albertini and his cronies. After I had showered and breakfasted, I called her.
'There is no problem, Jonathan. I know a place. Another friend of mine. I was so stupid not to think of it before. She has an apartment they are not using at the moment. They are away on business. They will not be back for a couple of weeks: well, ten days. I should have offered it to you before,' Andrea said to me after I told her that I had had to leave my present domicile, although I didn't mention all the sordid details. I suspect she imagined some affair of the heart, or rather some entanglement of the loin.
'Oh, the place in Callao?'
'No, not there. Is even more central than that. Do you remember the cemeterio at Recolleta?'
'Yes, I do.'
'Is very close to there.'
'Fantastic.' It was fantastic, although one might not think that such close proximity to a cemetery would be. This was the most expensive area of the city, whe
re I had wistfully sat at La Biela in the shade of a parasol and watched an exquisite promenade of rich and beautiful women pass by. It would be perfect.
'I will pick you up at three.'
I settled my account at Albertini's and took a walk down to Plaza Italia, a bustling square close to the hotel. I found a smart confiteria in which to pass the time.
I wondered about Albertini, the voyeur extraordinaire. I imagined his beady eyes gawking at the video of me and Beatrice, and wondered how the two English girls must have thrilled him!
As I had shafted Anna, the video had stayed on until the end of the scene: Stephanie was forced to lick Frankie while Frankie sat on Stephanie's face, reaching down to stick the largest of the two rubber dildoes in her quim. I was sure they wouldn't like the idea of Albertini watching them in one of their most private moments, either.
I could have gone to the authorities but, as I said, the authorities frightened me. And Albertini, with all his connections, could create a lot of problems for some troublesome Englishman. I was sure too, that the portly owner was not averse to sharing his secrets with the local constabulary. They seemed to control most other areas of crime; why not vice?
So who else could help? I didn't know enough about the press here, or who to contact. And being a journalist, I realised that I needed some more concrete evidence than a mere accusation told to me by a chambermaid. I doubted that Anna would provide me with a tape, and I also suspected that my nationality wouldn't have been of much help to me.
And thirdly, there was, of course, Anna. I had promised that I would not disclose any of Albertini's secrets. I didn't want to cause her any trouble, after everything that had happened between us. She had, so she had said, shown me for my own benefit, although I suspect that she also got a thrill out of screwing me and watching the other two English occupants of the hotel.
The only positive thing that I thought I could do without landing myself - or her - in any kind of trouble, was to warn Stephanie and Frankie. I should try to get them to change their hotel, as I was about to do. I decided to contact them as soon as they returned.