by Leo Barton
Walking out of the café, I let myself drift into a kind of reverie. I was so content to be in Buenos Aires. The hot sun beat down on the asphalt; the day was exhaustingly humid, uncomfortable, energy sapping. People strode around languorously, hoping for the clouds to break and the air to cool, cursing the weather like English people curse the rain. The pollution seemed to sit heavy in the air - cars and collectivos belched their fumes into the muggy city heat, but I was happy.
I never wanted to leave. What I wanted to do was to leap in the air with joy. I was meeting Andrea again in the afternoon. What bliss! Never in my wildest imaginings had I expected to experience what I had experienced. Fantasy had nothing on the reality of my time in Argentina.
Andrea tooted from below my room and I watched her climb out her car, wearing a tight scarlet dress, her eyes searching the window of my room for me, smiling as I waved. David must be mad, I thought, as I descended the stairs with my luggage.
Anna was waiting for me in the reception area. I kissed her goodbye on her lips, then promised to ring her once I knew exactly where I would be staying. She looked a little sad to see me leave, knowing that there would be no more flirting in room twenty-two - or at least not with me.
What a delightful feeling, going from one gorgeous woman to the next, leaving the beautifully young lusty Anna for the older, wiser, more experienced Andrea. Marie and my bloodhound loyalty now seemed even further than the temporal and spatial distance that I had put between us.
A million miles. A million light years!
Andrea leant over and kissed me firmly on the lips.
'You're looking well, Jonathan,' she said, turning an amused gaze upon Anna, who stood watching us from the porch. 'I think I can see why,' she said, before I had a chance to reply.
Chapter 10
The apartment was on the ninth floor, giving a splendid view of the city: a skyscape of towering glass, and further beyond, the silver-grey of the River Plate. There were two lavish white-walled bedrooms, a luminous living room leading off to a broad balcony, an all mod cons kitchenette, and a dining room with a huge oval oak table in the centre. I didn't know who owned this place, only that they were friends of Andrea's, but they must have been extremely rich.
Unfortunately Andrea could not stay; she had an appointment with her mother, who was in town for a couple of days.
After she had gone I made myself comfortable, familiarising myself with the house. Later, I went for a stroll around my new barrio, but not for long. The sweat dribbled down my back and my shirt clung to me. I was too debilitated by the heat. I longed for air conditioning and cold beers, and to freshen myself with a good shower.
When I returned, I called the hotel and managed to contact Stephanie. They were back! Of course, I wanted to warn both of them about the shenanigans at the hotel, but I also wanted very much to see them, especially after the performance I had witnessed on the video in Albertini's clandestine room.
Would they come and meet me in La Biela? Would they dine with me? I would pay, of course. I knew that they were a little worried about their money. I wanted to see them. I made that clear, but there was also something I needed to talk to them about that couldn't really wait. Stephanie was intrigued, but I wouldn't tell her anything more. She happily accepted my invitation.
'Remember to bring Frankie,' I said, imagining the wicked time that I hoped all three of us were going to have that evening.
It was dusk by the time the two girls arrived. Stephanie wore a simple cream dress, strapless, low-cut, and stretching across the plumpness of her breasts. Her fair wavy hair hung down to her shoulders. Frankie wore a tight black leather skirt and a white blouse tied in a knot at her midriff, her breasts heaving inside the satin material.
I kissed both of them: Stephanie first, feeling the warmth of her cheek as it rested on mine, and then Frankie, a little more perfunctorily.
'So where have you two been?' I asked, as soon as we were sitting at an outside table. The place was crowded and we were lucky to get a seat.
'To Iguazu, the waterfalls. They were fantastic!' Stephanie enthused. 'I've never seen anything quite like it. We also spent a few days in Brazil, on the beach.'
'I thought you were worried about your money.'
'Well, I got a little windfall. Daddy sent me a bundle of money in the post, and we've also both landed jobs at the British Consul. We've been ever so lucky.' Stephanie spoke as if everything in her world was rosy - had always been rosy. There was something rather unnaturally undamaged about the girl, something so perfect about her inhabited world of niceness and decency that made me think she longed for some kind of severe chastisement, if only to give her life some balance.
Over our aperitivos, Stephanie continued to enthuse about her travels, the sunny Brazilian beaches, the magnificent power of nature she had witnessed amongst the waterfalls, and the fortune of having obtained a job at the British Consul. Frankie sat silently, staring at me and her friend with a slight whimsical smile on her face, that intimated more boredom than mirth.
I knew I had to be careful. Having my wicked way with Stephanie might not have been so difficult, but getting Frankie in on the act might be very hard. I wanted her, too. I wanted her tight body; those achingly adorable breasts. I did not need Andrea's help this time: even without the consolidating evidence of the video, it was so obvious that the girl was a dominatrix. I didn't yet know, however, whether she had any interest in me at all. She certainly didn't seem to find me very attractive.
I made plans in my head, thought about lines I might drop into the conversation, and dismissed tactics as soon as they appeared in my consciousness. I had to be careful. I had to be clever.
Over dinner I attempted to talk to Frankie, to get her to open up to me. I asked her the usual generalities; about her family, what she had studied, where she had travelled to - but her answers were always brusque, to the point of being rude.
'So what was all this urgency about wanting to see us?' she asked, when she had become tired of my attempt at friendly interrogation.
'I think it would be a good idea if you left the hotel.'
'Oh, yes? And why is that?'
'Look, I found some things out about the place - some bad things.'
'Really?' Stephanie gave a little gasp of surprise.
'What things?' Frankie sounded dismissively suspicious of me.
'I can't really say. I promised not to tell. All you need to know is that Albertini, the man who runs the hotel, is not a good man.'
'No, he's a fat sexist bastard - but then again, you can't go running away every time you meet one of them,' Frankie said, a smug grin forming on her face.
'There's a bit more to it than that. He spies on people.'
'Is that so? And how do you know all of this stuff?'
'Look, I was told—'
'Told by whom?' There was an aggressive look to Frankie's face as she spoke, her antipathy to me fuelled by wine and the preceding couple of Martinis she had gulped down.
'Listen, Frankie,' Stephanie interrupted, 'if Jonathan says we should move, I mean if he really knows something and he can't tell, then we should take his word.'
'I'm taking the word of no one,' her friend said calmly, swigging back her wine.
'The man is a pervert. He has cameras in the rooms. I know: I've seen them.' I was getting a little angry at Frankie's attitude towards me - understandable though it might have been, considering that she was jealous of Stephanie's attraction to me.
A brief silence followed. The atmosphere was heavy; there was a game going on between Frankie and me. We were competing - or rather, she was competing. I wanted the entertainment to be all-inclusive.
'I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me.' Stephanie got up to leave the table, casting an angry glance at Frankie, clearly annoyed at the irritating behaviour of her friend.
I was glad
when she had gone so I could tell Frankie the whole truth. She would have to believe me.
'Listen, Frankie. I know what I'm talking about. The chambermaid showed me this little room downstairs when Albertini was away. I wanted to warn you that he has videos, lots of videos. I've watched them. There are cameras hidden everywhere. I checked myself. They're in the light fitting, the air vent; tiny things designed for military surveillance...'
She only looked half-convinced.
'I've seen you,' I said, carefully, still not sure of how she would react. 'I watched you and Stephanie. I saw everything. "Forget about the prick."' I mimicked her accent. 'Do you want all the details? I am only trying to protect you both, that's all.'
'And did you have a good view?' Frankie retorted, trying to give an impression of nonchalant dismissiveness. 'Maybe it's you who's been spying on us.'
'I didn't have to tell you. I didn't have to say anything at all. I just wanted to warn you, that's all. What you do is up to you.'
'You know what I suspect?'
'What?'
'I suspect that you are every bit as big a bastard as Albertini is.'
When Stephanie came back the conversation reverted to England. We talked of what we missed about our homeland. In truth, I had to exaggerate, because there wasn't anything that I really yearned for. I already had more than enough of what I wanted here and, being a greedy man, I still hoped for more.
Being placed in the far corner of a room with blaring tango music blanking out any external sound, we hadn't noticed that, outside, the heavens had opened. As we left, the rain was crashing down on the parched pavement, cooling the muggy air.
What a blessing this was! I had been trying to get the girls to come back to my place for a night-cap and, although Stephanie had been more than keen, Frankie in her dour manner had wanted to take a taxi home. But with the rain lashing down, and a distinct absence of taxis, it made my borrowed apartment seem a much more logical alternative.
And this rain was no ordinary rain: this was torrential. Thunder roared above our heads and fork lightning dramatically illuminated the night sky. Even though the apartment was only two blocks away, by the time we reached it, we were all drenched.
On the way up, Frankie even managed to smile a little at her discomfort, while Stephanie laughed heartily at the state she was in, although I found it very enticing. Her dress clung to the contours of her body and the sumptuous curves of her breasts were clearly delineated through the cotton. Her lovely blonde hair was sopping wet, the rainwater dripping down from her forehead to her nose, her face hued with the green and black of running mascara.
And Frankie was no less alluring. The wetness of the rain had made her nipples erect through her blouse and her midriff was covered with a sheen of water.
Once in the apartment I went to get towels so the girls could dry their hair, and then drinks to warm their shivering bodies. The rain lashed against the windows and thunder rumbled in the distance. I intentionally left the lights off, and the orange glow filtering through the windows from the deserted street and the occasional clap of thunder created just the atmosphere I wanted. The rain poured down the glass and cast a continually moving shadow on the interior wall opposite.
'I'm soaked through,' Frankie moaned.
'Look, why don't you take a shower?' She looked at me suspiciously but relented under Stephanie's encouraging gaze. I went into another of the bedrooms and fetched her a silk dressing gown, which probably belonged to the lady of the house.
As the bathroom door closed behind Frankie, I began to undress excitedly.
'You don't mind, do you?' I said to Stephanie as she dried her hair with the towel. I was pulling off my slacks, making no attempt to hide the bulge in my briefs.
'No... I...' Stephanie stammered, a little nonplussed: amazed, perhaps, that a man should be blatantly showing off his semi-erection to her.
When I was down to only my underwear, I walked over to her. 'You should take off your clothes as well.'
She stood, fixed to the spot, staring up into my eyes. At that moment there was a deep roll of thunder and a splinter of lightening which, added to the tension in the room, made her flinch.
'Here, I'll help you,' I said, putting my hands under her dress and pulling her skimpy panties down to the knee with one quick tug. However amazed she was at my audacity, she didn't resist and, when her little white panties lay at her ankles, she accommodatingly stepped out of them.
'Jonathan?'
My hand slid under her dress and felt her hot quim. The tips of my fingers probed her moist lips.
'You like this, Stephanie. Let's not pretend,' I cajoled the surprised girl, slipping the tips of my fingers further into her. 'You want this just as much as I do, don't you?'
'But, Frankie...'
'What about Frankie?' I stroked her and gently kissed her lips. I felt her knees weaken.
'Oh, Jonathan,' she moaned.
Suddenly and forcefully, I pressed down on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees. I liberated my hard penis from my briefs. It speared up, twitching before her spellbound eyes. I watched triumphantly as her moist lips peeled ever so slightly apart.
'Suck me,' I urged. She was clearly reluctant, probably surprised by the breakneck speed of events, and unsettled by the insistent nature of my actions and the pressure of my fingers on her shoulders. I repeated my injunction. She obeyed, and I luxuriated in the feel of her tentative lips closing over my helmet. I touched the back of her head and guided her further onto me. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and enjoyed... If only Frankie could see us now. That would teach her a lesson for the way she spoke to me earlier.
I could have remained all night with that beautiful girl kneeling submissively before me with my cock lodged firmly in her mouth, but I had other plans. The presentation had to be perfect if my little project was going to be successful. Frankie was still in the shower; but for how much longer?
I roughly pulled Stephanie off me, her suppliant eyes looking up. She started to protest at her harsh treatment. 'Jonathan, what's wrong? What are you doing?'
I instantly thought of David and how authoritative he could be; persuading a woman into submission. 'Stephanie, you must do what I tell you. You know it's what you want.'
'Jonathan, I'm not so sure that you—'
'Stephanie, be quiet,' I demanded. She obeyed immediately, pouting in a childish sulk.
I raised her up by her elbows and guided her to the sofa. I pushed her down into the softness of the upholstery and sat beside her, placing my hands on her shoulders and pushing her down so she lay on her back looking up at me.
'Jonathan...' she beseeched softly.
She was going through a charade, because she could have walked out of the apartment at any time. Or she could have screamed for Frankie to come, but she did neither of those things. She preferred this simpering, pleading performance, precisely because she knew I was going to be ruthless with her. It was the rule of the game; her own meagre self-justification for wanting to be disciplined.
I knelt astride her soft breasts, and cradling her head in my hands, I watched her lips part to accept my cock into her mouth again. I thrust my hips towards her face and watched my cock slide further inside. Her hands came up and pressed unconvincingly against my stomach, in a vague display of resistance.
'You will do it, Stephanie, because you want to do it.'
Her hands flopped down again onto my thighs, and she began to massage them in time with the milking motion of her mouth.
I gently touched her flushed face, and could feel my helmet prodding her stretched cheeks from within. With wide twinkling eyes she stared up at me, clearly amazed as she was at last following her natural submissive instincts. With increasing confidence she gradually sucked me with more gusto; without any hesitation or regret.
I heard the shower fall silent, but I sus
pect Stephanie did not. Judging by her increasing enthusiasm for her task, she was unaware that Frankie was probably dry by now and in all likelihood slipping into the silk dressing gown.
It was time for the next stage of my plan.
I quickly, and to Stephanie's obvious surprise, disengaged my cock from her extremely talented mouth, climbed off her, and before she could protest I sat down, hoisted her over my knee, and pulled her dress up to expose her lovely bottom.
My timing was perfect, for the door opened and Frankie, dressed in the silk gown, walked in, and stared in amazement at the scene that greeted her.
I looked at Frankie's shadow, just as the thunder rumbled again and silvery light flared on her profile, and then I smacked her friend's fleshy buttocks with the palm of my hand. Stephanie flinched at the strike and rolled nicely on my erection. I repeated the action, this time slapping her much harder, and all the time staring into Frankie's transfixed eyes, gauging her reaction.
Frankie, who wore her youthful world-weariness heavily on her sleeve, could not believe what she saw. Nor did she quite know how to react. I hoped she would do exactly what I encouraged her to do.
'Look, Frankie. Look at Stephanie. Isn't she beautiful?' I struck the perfectly positioned bottom again. 'She's for you, Frankie. This beautiful creature is waiting for you.'
I suspected she wanted to fight against the lust that was obviously sweeping through her body. I am sure that part of her did not want to weaken, that there was an angry bitterness in the core of her soul because I had stolen Stephanie from her. I was sure this was the battle raging within, as I spanked Stephanie again.
'Frankie. Look, she's waiting. She's waiting for you.'
Frankie's eyes were glued to Stephanie's blushed bottom.
'Come on, Frankie... enjoy yourself!'
It was all working like clockwork. As if entranced, Frankie walked to the sofa, close enough for me to reach out and grab her by the wrist. 'She's very beautiful. Look at her bottom.' I let go of Frankie's wrist and tanned her friend again. 'Let's have her, Frankie. Let's take her, you and me. Let's punish Stephanie.'