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For Love and Money
A sequel to ‘Past Caring’
1
Carmen Cabrera knew that she would be late getting home; that Manuel would fret, at first, and then become angrier with every minute that passed and her front door keys not to be heard.
So much had changed since a local businessman, and chancer, Pablo Mendoza, had bought their paint business and she had taken up a new role working for him. The sharp-suited man, with his appraising eyes and neatly tended stubble beard and a bushier moustache, had sought a special favour at the time and in the months that followed she had slowly, but surely, persuaded him that she managed the books of the business and he had agreed. The man, she had heard and discovered for herself on countless occasions, couldn’t keep it zipped up.
For Pablo, the best deals were often settled when a woman was on her back and he drilled her. The exchange of favours was for many the new currency; it was never devalued.
Yes, the price extorted from her was that she serviced his needs. If Manuel suspected what she had been seduced into doing, he kept very quiet on it. The money came in and, unlike their fellow countrymen and neighbours in this part of Caracas, they had some to spare. It wasn’t so wise to hold onto it as inflation ate away inexorably at the money’s buying power.
So, she transferred any surplus into a dollar bank account in the Bahamas. There really was no mystery to this, as far as the authorities there were concerned.
Rumours abounded that the people at the top of government, a junta in all but name given how elections were said to be rigged, were rumoured to be at it too.
Pablo’s demands that she pleasured him grew more frequent; her compliance out of the wayward pleasure that she discovered with him and the certain knowledge that this ‘line of work’ was the only means to truly survive the continuing meltdown of the economy as an elusive Marxist Utopia was sought. The money she and so many others earned was often thought of as confetti; all but worthless; but she had her clever ways and a firm-breasted, lean figure that bought her so much more. There really was no need to diet when there was little food to be bought. So, so she had a slender figure and carried it well; used her womanly wiles as she garnered all the resources she could for an uncertain future.
Her fellow countrymen were in much the same predicament. ‘Do what you have to and get by…to survive.’
If it meant being tamped by the boss and that she was treated as little more than his ‘cosy whore,’ then so be it. She wasn’t one to endure this way of life for much longer but just where was she to go? What was she to do now that she had conceded to him, allowed herself to be compromised so many times? Pablo dicked others; she’d heard him on the ‘phone bragging to his friends and business partners about them.
‘Fucking and fellatio, compadre…they’re the things that get things done your way, my friend.’
She knew it to be only too true, having been seduced into pleasuring him and, impossible to deny, to enjoy her concessions to him. With his history, and continued ways, she took no risks in being ‘found’ by the man.
There continued to be times when a questing hand would be put around her waist when she was, say, on the ‘phone having searched for some papers in the filing cabinet. It would cup her breasts, one or both, as she talked and his other hand would slowly, rhythmically press between her legs until she lost concentration and closed te call. The phones would be put to voicemail and she’d submit to him, Pablo’s impatience only too evident as she moved to stand in the doorway to the bedroom and wait for her to join him, her only real concern being how he would take her and seeing a lascivious grin on his full-lipped mouth.
He was as horny as a stallion in a field full of mares in season.
The guy broke every convention, bought packs of rubbers as if he had a stake in the company that produced them. Time of month, the rhythm method, withdraw before you shot your load…they were not for him.
She sure was glad for that and had made a thing of drawing the thin latex rubber over his length even as she worked him with her mouth and fingers. It was at such times that she would feel his hands grip her hair and guide her in these ways. By then he had stripped her and put his hungry mouth to her tits, pulled and squeezed on them and treated her as his possession and to do with her as he pleased.
She was treated as a whore, only she didn’t feel like one, but a woman deploying her assets and gaining from it. In these ways she could beguile him, and he’d be distracted. Pablo would pay less attention to what could be happening under his nose.
Pablo had no finesse but she’d begun to forgive him for that…and…and when he was in her, missionary or doggy…on the floor, in a chair or on his large bed, the man could be wild. He would go on a rampage, her body but a receptacle for all that would burst from him.
Her Manuel was a counterpoint to all of besni escort that. She had to take the rough with the smooth just to survive and all the while she made plans for her and Manuel. She was the resourceful one of the two of them, as she had always been in the days when they had the family business. Pablo could possess her body but not her mind, and certainly not the business part of her mind. In fucking with Pablo, she also had a plan. But that plan did not include others he associated with.
So, it was in some dismay that, as she was dressing after a tempestuous rut that had her kneeling on the hard slabs of his echoing bathroom, she heard Pablo mention Carlos Molina. It was with some dismay that she heard Pablo suggest that she spent some time with the man.
‘And if I don’t…I’m not a whore for you to order about!’
‘Calma te, cariña…’ Pablo soothed. His fingers gripped her chin and he made her look his way. ‘He has property ambitions and needs a clever woman to help him…accompany him on viewings. There are coastal properties that will earn us all a bundle…’
‘That includes me, does it?’ she asked, in an icy voice.
‘Yes, it does…you’ve helped me. Do the same for Carlos. You won’t regret it. Just remember that I have first call on you, Carmen.’
He had kissed her into silence and was unaware that she clenched her fist behind his back as Pablo held her to him.
2
I’m being used as business pawn, a sexual slave, she thought as the car sped down the expressway; pursued its winding course through the mountain range that separated the city from the coast.
Carlos was charming and urbane, the complete opposite of Pablo, but he had been told the story and of her role in Pablo’s business set up. It was a ‘companionable arrangement’ he had called it after they set off from his luxurious home, the gardens laid out as if replicating the Venezuelan jungle. She’d been paid for the taxi ride there. Manuel knew nothing of what her day would again have in store and with Pablo suggesting what she should wear.
‘Tease him…show the guy what you can bring.’
She suppressed a sigh as she smoothed the chosen dress over her thighs as she did so, sensed that Carlos was looking at her through the corner of his eye. She’d chosen a strappy number that shaped her, a short, bullfighter’s styled jacket a cover, for the hint of her cleavage and her bare arms, the frilly hem of her dress just above the knee. For a change, her long dark hair was braided and tied at her neck. A string of glittery bangles would draw the eye to her slender face, rouged lips and any movement of her hands to perfectly varnished nails.
‘I’m introducing you as my assistant. Just take notes and gather what info they tell us and write it down. We’re looking at a portfolio of ten properties where the owners of each have traded them to a buy-out company. We’re cleaning them out…the company…and we turn the properties and make our money.’
‘And I get my cut…paid in dollars.’
To his credit, Carlos didn’t veer off the road. He gave her an appraising glance. ‘Hot and clever. Pablo should have warned me…of who you really are.’
‘Someone looking after herself…’She smiled at him, brazenly reached across to smooth her hand over his thigh. ‘Pablo has his deal with me. I have my own with you…one favour in exchange for another.’
‘And my wife…you saw her photos in the hallway…back at home.’
‘What is business stays as business. You look as though you can handle it…’
‘We’ll have to see, won’t we…when the meeting’s through? I have the keys to the pick of them…’
‘The favours come with a dollar tag, Carlos…remember that, won’t you?’
The traffic had slowed to a stop at the turnpike’s toll. Carlos offered a fingertip caress to her thigh. She managed to stop him before they brushed the cotton of her panties. The man was spoiling it, the fun of the chase and made it only too obvious that there was to be two parts to their day.
‘I’ll pay it…and so much more besides,’ he murmured.
Carmen did not move away as he kissed her. She breathed in his expensive after-shave. Perfume had been lightly sprayed where she knew a man, like him, might soon wish to be. A rich and handsome man would be worked and her dollar account topped up. Everything was going surprisingly well.
Men can be such fools.
3
He whooped in delight as the car was slewed to a stop. Carlos had taken off his tie and hung his jacket on the hook behind the driver’s seat. Now, they were outside the pick of the bunch of properties a deal had been struck on
‘Your idea of offshoring just blew them away!’ Carlos grinned.
‘And now I get my reward…the other one.’ She said it on a coquettish tilt of her head, shifted in her seat so that he could see her dress slide up her smooth skinned thighs. He pressed fingers to her skin. ‘I’ll know if the money hasn’t been transferred, Carlos…’
‘Trust me, will you?’
‘Deeds are better than words, as beykoz escort I’ll soon show you.’ She could scarcely believe what she was saying, nor how she was behaving.
Carlos’s throbbing cock, and the sight of this woman beside him, could no longer be ignored. His groin seemed to be urging him on. Also, the thought that she just might disclose their clever ruse on what was to be paid for the portfolio. Her cut was eyewatering, but the turn on the investment would see that repaid handsomely. ‘Go for it you stupid bastard…she’s throwing herself at you…the clever bitch. You’ll never get an offer like this again.’
‘In a moment,’ she murmured as they walked to the front door, Carlos close beside her, his hand kneading the hollow of her hip through the thin dress, Carmen’s jacket left in the car. Her braided hair was now loosened and caught on the breeze. ‘What we now share is for us to keep. No one else is to know…not even Pablo.’
‘I hear you, belleza…’
The door shut quietly behind them and locked automatically. Carlos pushed on a control button and the blinds on every window closed silently. Dim sunlight still bathed the room in a softer glow.
‘I love the feel of leather on skin…don’t you?’ she smiled and began to undress; pushed his questing hands away. ‘Keep up with me…’
‘Jeez…you’re beautiful…spoil Pablo…and now me.’
‘He has his uses and has brought me to you,’ Carmen kept from saying. ‘But I think you’ll go one better…in love and money.’
‘Be still…be still on that now.’
His trembling prick arced from his belly and a mat of hair. He gave her a hooded stare. Carmen saw his slender face and sunken cheeks, the raw vitality in him as he moved to throw aside the cushions and pull a rug onto the banque.
‘No, not that,’ she told him and dragging it away. ‘Leather on skin…our skins on skin…I told you!’
Along with her ways of asking how it was to go, she had the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. Her tits were natural but perky and topped with nipples just waiting to be sucked upon. Her legs were long and slender, culminating in neatly trimmed bush, a thin strip of hair covering her slit. How he wanted to bury his face between her legs and kiss, lick and flick his tongue into that place.
‘Is it okay…do you like what you see?’ she asked coyly, brushing her fingers over her cleft and taking hold of his hand. She leant back against him and had Carlos finger her as they stood, twisting to kiss him hungrily, or to feel his lips press against her throat.
‘Leather…you said?’ Carlos murmured.
She lay down and stretched out as if to make the letter X, waited for him to smooth a condom over that swollen length of flesh. Carmen reached out to him. ‘I could have done that…’
Carlos slowly lowered himself beside her and made for those large erect nipples, found her wet folds and caressed her tender lips before parting them and slowly pushing two fingers into her body. He fingered, sucked, licked and he stroked, felt the rush of her wetness.
‘Share it all with me…also give something back,’ he demanded. She nodded; was soon heard to whimper as his touches found her, as bent fingers were slowly withdrawn, these questing moves tipping her over the edge of control and its suddenness surprising her. She felt the rush of her approaching orgasm, the tightening in her belly.
‘Hombre! How you find me!’
‘I’ve only just started,’ he snorted before pressing his lips and flickering tongue to her.
Carmen shuddered and arched her back; reached out to draw him into deepening kisses and urging him to continue in sharing their wanton passion. His fingers and tongue had brought her to a shattering orgasm and she knew that this was only the beginning. She would have to give of herself all over again and to another man of some influence.
Carlos delighted in her yet pushed from his mind that, perhaps, it was all an act. Pablo had disclosed how good she had become in pleasuring him, that she did so willingly and not have him think it was a part of her job. She would gush; share in the heat of an orgasm that a man aroused in his particular ways.
‘You’re making this one hell of a day to remember…’
‘We both win…’ she answered, squirming as he buries his face between her breasts, clamped them and caressed his face with them, heard her deepening gasps as he took their hard nipples in his mouth and nibbled kisses upon them. ‘Bring…bring…bring it to me!
‘Soon…I want this time with you to last…want it to be the first of many.’
He slipped down the leather cushions, felt their coolness against his enervated skin and buried his face between her legs once more. His long tongue flicked the lips of her scented spot and she began to shake once more and when he teased them apart, mimicked what he would soon bring to her, and began to slick from the bottom to the top, over and over again, she grabbed on to his hair and shuddered; bucked her hips and clawed at the cushions; scrabbled her feet in beylikdüzü escort her efforts to meet his ravening claims.
‘Oh…oh! Not…not another!’ she groaned as her body was overwhelmed by another shattering orgasm. ‘You’ll waste me before I have you!’ Carmen pushed him away.
‘Lie back!
She took his trembling prick in one hand and cupped his sac with the other, slid those long teasing painted finger nails up and down his shaft a few times before leaning over and wrapping her lips, in a sucking motion, around the head then lower. She eased on feeling him shake, then resumed working on him.
‘Don’t ruin it by coming…not yet,’ she kissed, a teasing smile on her lips as she groped him, yanked and eased. ‘We seal the deal in this wonderful way…on the leather…in a rich man’s pad!’
‘A poor one now!’ Carlos yelled out as she worked him and he felt a tightening in his balls as the pressure to lose it rose. He felt on fire and wanted this woman…would fuck her rather than the other way about. He wasn’t about to concede control to this woman, good as she was…in every respect in work and in play. ‘Lie back…’
‘Lie back…please,’ she smiled. ‘I’m a lover and businesswoman, not a whore…whatever you may have been told.’
But she acted that very part; lay back and raised her legs almost to her breasts and exposed herself and her pink folds to his gaze. She gripped his shoulders as Carlos leant forward, his head bent to look at where he would be taken and before he slipped into her moist heat, moved in one long sinuous slip and heard her gasp, felt this woman’s strength as she gripped on him and worked his prick as if to break it off him.
‘I’m settling this…I am!’ he growled, clutching her legs fiercely, in the crook of his arms, to keep her to him.
Soon he was pounding her pussy as she called out expletives in her encouragement. As he increased the pace Carmen pulled on his hair, dug her nails into his back and desperately tried to kiss him, yelled out encouragement and fucked him with no respite.
Carlos knew that she’d milk his length until there was nothing left to expel. ‘You’re…you’re something else…a wonder…a…’
‘A woman who gets her way!’
He silenced her again with his kisses, fiercely clamped his hands to her breasts as if intent on tearing them from her body. She yelled out in pain but it only urged him on. Carlos tamped and wrenched faster and faster, heard her entreaties to finish it.
‘As I do!’
Their fevered rutting brought them to the edge of the banque. Her head fell back and she gasped, writhed and caressed his body with her legs as he pounded into herm shuddered as he shot his load in spurting rushes that had her gasp for breath. Carmen could not keep from him the wayward, raging pleasure that she had discovered with him. She gave Carlos a wide-eyed look and shuddered violently, would discover with the mana deep sense of completion that doing ‘business’ with him had aroused. She would enjoy taking him, in this way and any others that she could encourage from him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him; clenched on his prick and rhythmically worked on it without reprieve.
‘You’ll…you’ll burst the condom!’
‘I’ve not used one,’ he grinned and saw her look back in sudden panic, fear and startled amazement. ‘You…you couldn’t wait, remember…and I enjoyed a fuck like no other.’
‘That’ll be another ten thousand…dollars,’ she retorted, smiling mirthlessly as she pushed him from her, shivered as that wand of his caressed enervated skin. ‘It’s that or the news will get out…to important others in your life, Carlos. I’m here because Pablo said it would be good for business…for all of us.’
He did not detain her as she moved to sit on the edge of the banque. He simply took in her loveliness, the lazy sag of her breasts and those slender thighs and full hips. The woman had been wild and had pleasured him beyond expectation.
Carmen looked back at him for only a moment before she gathered up her scattered clothes and rushed into the cloakroom. She hurriedly cleaned herself out as best as she could. She gave thanks for having had a knowledgeable friend fit a coil, no questions asked, but on an understanding word. Still, after all that she’d known of that man, how he’d found her with that arcing rod of flesh, she was taking no chances.
4
They talked happily enough during the drive back to Caracas. They understood each other now in the ways of it, what each of them would seek from a repeat of what had been discovered on that ‘leather banque.’
‘I’m not playing the whore, whatever you may think of me…Pablo too for that matter.’
She didn’t move his hand as it stroked her thigh and met his soft smile and appraising look upon her once more. They were again slowed in their progress by the toll queues.
‘You’re clever and beautiful,’ he answered, his voice low and persuasive. ‘It was special for me…and you brought so much to the day that this won’t be the only time…if you agree. Pablo’s and mine, our business are not so different…but we each work hard to make our money in these crazy times…just as you do, Carmen. I’ll pay for your business ways…each time…then we unwind like you showed me. It’s been too good to miss out on…’
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