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Stolen Election: A Moral(es) Tale
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
ledoux
Governor
And exactly how much acting do you think this will require?
Everybody down! Incoming demerits!!!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
ledoux
Governor
You guys don't understand. I'm a collector. My current record for one post is ten.I take cover too!
I doubt this post will beat that, but I'm hoping for at least five.
Oh well, if you want them, they might not come at all. Okay, everyone, as you were. Back to whatever you were doing. Someone put the kettle on for a brew up.
“Cuntry”????
MSTGMA
Magistrate
Mendoza is a REALLY common name in spanish, but for some reason it's the go-to name for english-speaking writers needing a hispanic villain
.(The Mendotza were an already massive medieval basque clan that spread pretty much everywhere the spanish empire went during the age of exploration and colonialization. Many modern-day Mendozas can still trace their descent to that one specific region in basque country.)
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Good point. I think it’s because to the English-speaker’s ear it has just the right menacing sound. At least to mine it does.Mendoza is a REALLY common name in spanish, but for some reason it's the go-to name for english-speaking writers needing a hispanic villain
4.
Burdel Rosa Rojas, Wednesday, February 19, 5:02 am
The room was small. A musky, sweet odor of sex permeated the air. Its furnishings were limited to a small bed, a battered bedside table and a small table lamp with a tattered red shade.
Jack tested the bed, setting himself down on it, and giving it a small bounce.
Satisfied, he turned towards Bárbara and grinned, “You heard the lady. Strip!”
At first, she did nothing but stare at him.
“Sounds as though Madame Rojas is admitting the police downstairs, best we get a move in it!” he said, stripping away his black tee.
She turned her back on him and removed her vest, stopping to fold it neatly in half before tossing it on the floor.
“Faster! They’ll be here in no time!”
Her hands went, in cross-over fashion, to the lower hem of her tee to pull it off up and over head.
He paused, his pants half down, to take in the sensuous curve of her back along with a fleeting glimpse of one side of a bared breast.
“Faster!” he repeated.
She dropped her denim jeans, stepping free of them one foot at a time, and showing herself completely to him as she bent to pick them up and cast them aside. He noted that she’d been wearing no underwear.
She seemed uneasy at first, uncomfortable with the situation. But then … as the police could, by that time, be heard ascending the steps … she turned to murmur, “Kindly move aside, please.”
The shy politeness of the request struck him as ludicrous given their plight. The police were already outside in the hallway. Fortunately they seemed to be starting their search on the opposite side, a stroke of luck that might gain Bárbara and Jack a few precious moments.
She mounted the small bed, and shifting herself to the center, stretched out on her back … the soft red light of the small tabletop lamp accenting the alluring contours of her nude body.
He thought her breasts, neither too large nor small, with crinkly pebbled aureoles encircling aroused and hardened nipples, all but irresistible. He’d by then grown hard and stiff, and wondered whether she’d noticed.
“I’m going to lay on top of you now,” he informed her, both unnecessarily and self-consciously. “And I’m going to tuck my Glock 23 semi-automatic beneath the pillow behind your head.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Spread your legs a little, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
He eased himself into position. Not wanting to crush her, he held his upper torso slightly up and away from her chest by resting his weight on his elbows, although still close enough to feel the tips of her hardened nipples against his chest. The patch of neatly trimmed hair on her mound brushed against and tickled his abdomen.
Outside in the hallway cries of surprise and consternation could be heard as Gonzales and his men barged their way into room after room, systematically working their way down the far side of the hallway before making a u-turn and starting back up the nearside.
He felt her hands caress his flanks as she murmured, “I suppose we’d better set about faking it now. They’ll be here soon. Don’t you think it might be a good idea to pull the bed linens up over us?”
“Yeah. Good idea.” He shifted slightly off to one side to allow himself to grab the bedsheet and flip it over his backside. “And also a good idea, I think, for you to turn your head away from them as much as possible. Remember, it’s you they’re looking for.”
“Right!” she murmured, mimicking the answer she’d heard his operatives use so often to respond to his orders.
By that time Gonzales and company had reached the room next to theirs. And from the sound of it, they’d managed to blunder into a hornets’ nest. Voices were raised. Gonzales seemed to be on the receiving end of both a good tongue lashing and a direct threat to any upward trajectory to his career.
She giggled. “Probably stumbled onto one of Presidente Mendoza’s Ministers in bed with his whore.”
“Shhhhh! Get ready, we’re next.”
He slid his hands under her shoulders and lowered his chest against hers, embracing her.
Face-to-face, their lips touched. They kissed. Lightly at first, but then harder and more fully.
She moved her hips, he felt her hands on his back, then on his buttocks, and was conscious of her spreading her legs wider.
“Whatever happened to faking?” he hissed.
“Shut up, and do it!”
“He repositioned himself a bit lower, and tentatively pushed the tip of his erection against her slit. To which she immediately responded by grasping and pulling on his hips with both hands, guiding him into the eager embrace of the wet warm sheath of her sex.
By the time Gonzales had gotten around to banging on their door with his fist, Jake was thrusting rhythmically with long smooth strokes. Her fingernails were digging into his back, and she’d begun to gasp and moan. The bedsheet he’d half covered them with had fallen completely away.
The door flew open and Gonzales barged in, shouting, “Police!”
They didn’t respond.
Instead she wrapped her legs around behind Jake’s and began to shout loudly and repeatedly, “Más duro, más rápido! Más duro, más rápido!”
Gonzales gaped.
The other four officers managed to squeeze in alongside him just as Bárbara stiffened and orgasmed … and as Jake, rolling off to one side, managed to retrieve his Glock and empty its 10-cartridge clip into the intruders.
Bárbara screamed.
Abruptly, she sat up, hand over her mouth and eyes widened at the sight of the heap of uniformed bodies piled upon one another and half blocking the open doorway.
Pandemonium reigned out in the hallway as Madame Rojas’ girls and their clients either spilled out of the rooms or peered out of open doorways.
“Get your clothes on and follow me,” growled Jake, who was already throwing on his own. “We need to get the hell out of here fast!”
She simply stared at the carnage, backing by then into the furthest corner of the bed, frozen in place, legs drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her knees.
“Now! I mean now!” he hissed as he scooped up her jeans and tee from the floor and tossed them at her.
**********
Presidente Mendoza was reclining against the headboard of the outsized bed that graced the Presidential bedroom suite, smoking a Cuban cigar. Next to him dozed the buxom girl he’d requisitioned for the night from the palace secretarial pool. She was both naked and snoring loudly, her head on his lap.
The intercom on the nightstand buzzed.
He reached over to turn it to speaker.
“What is it?”
“Sorry to disturb you, your Excellency.” said the metallic disembodied voice of ‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez.
“Quite alright. What’s going on?”
“Well, there seemed to have been a troubling development in the Barrio Rojo operation. Details are sketchy. But apparently a firefight broke out not too long ago in a brothel there. I’m on the scene now, standing outside the aforementioned establishment. it appears that some of ours may have gotten the worst of it.”
“Appears?”
“Well, yes. I‘be been told that a certain Primer Official Pedro Gonzales was in charge of the operation here, and had gone inside along with four of his men. I tried just now to contact him using my wire, and a man answered in English.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said, ‘fuck you!’”
“Sounds as though we’ve located Bárbara Morales!” Surround the place, and storm it if necessary. And remember, I want her taken alive!”
“Yessir!”
TBC
Burdel Rosa Rojas, Wednesday, February 19, 5:02 am
The room was small. A musky, sweet odor of sex permeated the air. Its furnishings were limited to a small bed, a battered bedside table and a small table lamp with a tattered red shade.
Jack tested the bed, setting himself down on it, and giving it a small bounce.
Satisfied, he turned towards Bárbara and grinned, “You heard the lady. Strip!”
At first, she did nothing but stare at him.
“Sounds as though Madame Rojas is admitting the police downstairs, best we get a move in it!” he said, stripping away his black tee.
She turned her back on him and removed her vest, stopping to fold it neatly in half before tossing it on the floor.
“Faster! They’ll be here in no time!”
Her hands went, in cross-over fashion, to the lower hem of her tee to pull it off up and over head.
He paused, his pants half down, to take in the sensuous curve of her back along with a fleeting glimpse of one side of a bared breast.
“Faster!” he repeated.
She dropped her denim jeans, stepping free of them one foot at a time, and showing herself completely to him as she bent to pick them up and cast them aside. He noted that she’d been wearing no underwear.
She seemed uneasy at first, uncomfortable with the situation. But then … as the police could, by that time, be heard ascending the steps … she turned to murmur, “Kindly move aside, please.”
The shy politeness of the request struck him as ludicrous given their plight. The police were already outside in the hallway. Fortunately they seemed to be starting their search on the opposite side, a stroke of luck that might gain Bárbara and Jack a few precious moments.
She mounted the small bed, and shifting herself to the center, stretched out on her back … the soft red light of the small tabletop lamp accenting the alluring contours of her nude body.
He thought her breasts, neither too large nor small, with crinkly pebbled aureoles encircling aroused and hardened nipples, all but irresistible. He’d by then grown hard and stiff, and wondered whether she’d noticed.
“I’m going to lay on top of you now,” he informed her, both unnecessarily and self-consciously. “And I’m going to tuck my Glock 23 semi-automatic beneath the pillow behind your head.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Spread your legs a little, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
He eased himself into position. Not wanting to crush her, he held his upper torso slightly up and away from her chest by resting his weight on his elbows, although still close enough to feel the tips of her hardened nipples against his chest. The patch of neatly trimmed hair on her mound brushed against and tickled his abdomen.
Outside in the hallway cries of surprise and consternation could be heard as Gonzales and his men barged their way into room after room, systematically working their way down the far side of the hallway before making a u-turn and starting back up the nearside.
He felt her hands caress his flanks as she murmured, “I suppose we’d better set about faking it now. They’ll be here soon. Don’t you think it might be a good idea to pull the bed linens up over us?”
“Yeah. Good idea.” He shifted slightly off to one side to allow himself to grab the bedsheet and flip it over his backside. “And also a good idea, I think, for you to turn your head away from them as much as possible. Remember, it’s you they’re looking for.”
“Right!” she murmured, mimicking the answer she’d heard his operatives use so often to respond to his orders.
By that time Gonzales and company had reached the room next to theirs. And from the sound of it, they’d managed to blunder into a hornets’ nest. Voices were raised. Gonzales seemed to be on the receiving end of both a good tongue lashing and a direct threat to any upward trajectory to his career.
She giggled. “Probably stumbled onto one of Presidente Mendoza’s Ministers in bed with his whore.”
“Shhhhh! Get ready, we’re next.”
He slid his hands under her shoulders and lowered his chest against hers, embracing her.
Face-to-face, their lips touched. They kissed. Lightly at first, but then harder and more fully.
She moved her hips, he felt her hands on his back, then on his buttocks, and was conscious of her spreading her legs wider.
“Whatever happened to faking?” he hissed.
“Shut up, and do it!”
“He repositioned himself a bit lower, and tentatively pushed the tip of his erection against her slit. To which she immediately responded by grasping and pulling on his hips with both hands, guiding him into the eager embrace of the wet warm sheath of her sex.
By the time Gonzales had gotten around to banging on their door with his fist, Jake was thrusting rhythmically with long smooth strokes. Her fingernails were digging into his back, and she’d begun to gasp and moan. The bedsheet he’d half covered them with had fallen completely away.
The door flew open and Gonzales barged in, shouting, “Police!”
They didn’t respond.
Instead she wrapped her legs around behind Jake’s and began to shout loudly and repeatedly, “Más duro, más rápido! Más duro, más rápido!”
Gonzales gaped.
The other four officers managed to squeeze in alongside him just as Bárbara stiffened and orgasmed … and as Jake, rolling off to one side, managed to retrieve his Glock and empty its 10-cartridge clip into the intruders.
Bárbara screamed.
Abruptly, she sat up, hand over her mouth and eyes widened at the sight of the heap of uniformed bodies piled upon one another and half blocking the open doorway.
Pandemonium reigned out in the hallway as Madame Rojas’ girls and their clients either spilled out of the rooms or peered out of open doorways.
“Get your clothes on and follow me,” growled Jake, who was already throwing on his own. “We need to get the hell out of here fast!”
She simply stared at the carnage, backing by then into the furthest corner of the bed, frozen in place, legs drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her knees.
“Now! I mean now!” he hissed as he scooped up her jeans and tee from the floor and tossed them at her.
**********
Presidente Mendoza was reclining against the headboard of the outsized bed that graced the Presidential bedroom suite, smoking a Cuban cigar. Next to him dozed the buxom girl he’d requisitioned for the night from the palace secretarial pool. She was both naked and snoring loudly, her head on his lap.
The intercom on the nightstand buzzed.
He reached over to turn it to speaker.
“What is it?”
“Sorry to disturb you, your Excellency.” said the metallic disembodied voice of ‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez.
“Quite alright. What’s going on?”
“Well, there seemed to have been a troubling development in the Barrio Rojo operation. Details are sketchy. But apparently a firefight broke out not too long ago in a brothel there. I’m on the scene now, standing outside the aforementioned establishment. it appears that some of ours may have gotten the worst of it.”
“Appears?”
“Well, yes. I‘be been told that a certain Primer Official Pedro Gonzales was in charge of the operation here, and had gone inside along with four of his men. I tried just now to contact him using my wire, and a man answered in English.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said, ‘fuck you!’”
“Sounds as though we’ve located Bárbara Morales!” Surround the place, and storm it if necessary. And remember, I want her taken alive!”
“Yessir!”
TBC
Well, that was sexy and exciting. 
I feel obliged, and privileged, to be the first to say that this really ended with a bang.
Poor old Perez, eh? Just a lot of trouble for him.
Not to mention too few tight littles… an opportunity missed by Jack?Alright Barb, given what's going on here, I think you've shorted us at least two "tumescents," maybe three.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Damn Barb! The way the scene morphed from 'faking' to 'fucking' was very hot. And I'm very impressed that Smith, erection still bobbing and dripping copious amount of his early ejaculate, was able to pull out of Barb's warm sheath while she was wracked with orgasmic aftershocks and fire his Glock with so much damn precision! Kudos all round!
5.
Palacio Presidencial, Wednesday, February 19, 6:18 am
Juan Cabrera, Head of the Republic’s Ministerio de Justicia, hastened up the steps leading to the Palacio Presidencial. He’d been summoned there on very short notice for the purpose of meeting with Presidente Mendoza on a ‘grave matter’ … or so he’d been informed by his personal secretary, who’d phoned him at home … so early in the morning that he was still in his pajamas.
Sweating profusely from exertion, he willed his portly figure up the last few steps, paused momentarily to catch his breath, and then proceeded on to the office of Mendoza’s private secretary.
“Good! You’re here at last,” she said. “The Presidente has been waiting impatiently. He’s in his office. I’ve been instructed to send you in as soon as you’ve arrived.”
He nodded, and followed as she rose from her desk to open the double door leading to Mendoza’s inner sanctum.
“Ah, Cabrera! You’re here at last. I’ve been waiting for you!”
“Yes, sorry your excellency. It was rather short notice. I came as quickly as I could.”
“Well, yes. Sit down Cabrera, can I get you anything? A cigar? A drink?”
Seating himself, he wiped his brow with a handkerchief and replied, “Just a glass of water, if you please.”
“Of course. Señorita Valdez, would you mind getting Señor Cabrera a glass of water?
She nodded affirmatively and set off on her errand as both men’s gaze lingered on the tantalizing movements of her hips and ass beneath her short tight skirt.
“Now, what was it you wanted to see me about so urgently, your excellency?”
“I’ve good news. Excellent news, in fact. Seems our security people this morning believe they have located Bárbara Morales!”
“Really? Where?”
“They believe she may be holed up in a brothel, an establishment known as Burdel Rosa Rojas. Assuming that she is, we intend to take her alive. And that’s where you and your Ministry come in. Once we have her, and she’s been fully interrogated and her spirit broken. I want you to stage a ‘show trial’ … to prove to the nation … how criminal she is … that she’s nothing more than a cheap American whore-puppet!”
“I see,” he said, turning in his chair to accept the glass of water offered to him on a silver tray by Señorita Valdez who, leaning forward, treated his weary eyes to a stimulating down-blouse view.
“So, you’ll start immediately then to build a case against her and make the necessary arrangements for a nationally televised prime time show trial?”
“Yes, of course. It will be a pleasure, your excellency!” he declared, hastily diverting his eyes back to his boss.
************
“What now?” Bárbara demanded of Jack.
They’d gathered in the downstairs red-floral wallpapered parlor of Burdel Rosa Rojas … she, Jack, Madame Rojas and her girls, along with their clients, one of whom turned out, as it happened, to be Mendoza’s Minister of Commerce, Felix Gomez.
Before Jack could respond to Bárbara, Gomez intervened, irritably. “You’ll give yourselves up! That’s what you’ll do. Anything else endangers everyone gathered here. You’ve just slaughtered five police officers. I can assure you the authorities are not going to take this lying down!”
Jack surveyed the gathering.
Huddled together and looking scared as hell were Madame Rojas’ girls, dressed as their profession would have it in a variety of negligees and accessories designed to flaunt their charms. Beside them, were their “Juans”, looking nervous and deflated, that is with the exception of the Minister of Commerce.
Madame Rojas, herself, still wearing the red satin dressing gown in which she had met Jack and Bárbara at the door of her brothel scarcely two hours earlier, seemed nonplussed … her attention focused on zipping up the back of the slinky black dress she’d rustled up for Bárbara to wear, along with a black beret. Also included was a sparkly silvery thong to wear underneath, donated by one of Madame’s girls along with a matching pair of silver high heeled shoes. All to take the place of the jeans outfit that had gotten soaked with the blood of the slaughtered policemen still lying in a heap upstairs.
“If we give ourselves up,” Jack said slowly and evenly, his eyes fixed on Bárbara, “do you know what that means? I’ll tell you! It will be ugly. It means hours and days, possibly weeks of interrogations, beatings, torture … horrors beyond imagination. They’ll break you, extract confessions from you to crimes you didn’t commit … all leading most probably to a show trial, followed by an elaborately staged public execution. All of that for you, Bárbara! And for me, just a bullet in the head and a common grave. The Commerce Minister is right, when he says that Mendoza and company are not going to take this lying down!”
“But … listen to me Jake … I started a movement here in Nueva Valencia, a popular democratic movement, a movement that caught fire … people here, weary of Mendoza and his brutal and corrupt regime, bought into it … the rest of the world took notice … both I and the movement gained notoriety and popularity here and abroad … everyone knows what happened … everyone the world over, as well as here in Nueva Valencia, knows that Mendoza had to have stolen the election. Yes, he may imprison me … and you … and yes, we may be badly roughed up by his goons … and that will be dreadful … I’m not a fool. and have no delusions. But the world will be watching, perhaps inspired by my … by our bravery … and good things may well happen. Imprisoning me or, heaven forbid, threatening to execute me may well be Mendoza’s undoing! I say we bring this all out in the open by giving ourselves up! Moreover, given the chance … any chance … I’ll want to make a statement … a statement designed to bring public attention to my arrest!”
Jack looked as though he might argue, but didn’t. Instead he took some time before answering.
“Okay, you’re the boss. I hope it all turns out as you’re imagining it will.”
“Not a resounding endorsement, that!”
“Best I can do. Madame Rojas. Can you think of some way to let those guys outside know, before they do something rash, that Bárbara Morales will be coming out momentarily to give herself up? No! Wait! Hold off on that a bit. It’s just occurred to me that if Bárbara is given the opportunity to make a statement, it needs to be heard. If only I had a way to get word out to a friend of mine in the States who works for the New York Times.”
Madame Roja smiled, turned around, walked over to a small desk, reached into a drawer, pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to Jack.
***********
The communication console on the Presidente’s desk began buzzing insistingly,
“I’m sorry my dear, but this looks urgent,” sighed Mendoza, noting the origin of the call on the console screen. “You’d best come out from under there for now. Go back out to your office and come back with a box of tissues, please.”
He sat, waiting patiently for Señorita Valdez, naked save for her hose and shoes, to emerge from under the desk … a gob of cum hanging pregnantly from her chin. He watched the sway of her bare ass as she retreated to her outer office and the ripple of her thighs and the bounce and sway of her breasts as she returned with a box of Kleenex in hand.
“You can get back under there with the tissues, and …uh …. tidy me up, if you don’t mind, while I take this call.”
He reached for one of his ‘Cohiba Behike 56’ Cuban cigars and pressed the button on the console to receive the incoming call.
“Good morning, your Excellency, ‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez here. I’ve an important update for you with regard to the situation here in the barrio rojo.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’ve just learned that Bárbara Morales is indeed holed up in the brothel I spoke to you about earlier, and that she’s agreed to give herself up!”
“Listen carefully, Perez! I know her. She’s going to try to make a public statement of some kind. Under no circumstances are you to allow that to happen!”
“Yes, I understand.”
“One more thing, if I may?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You should know that I received a phone call a short time ago from Elvira Gomez, the wife of your Minister of Commerce. She says he failed to return home last night.”
“He’s probably been out whoring again and will turn up soon enough. Tell her not to worry. Say that he probably had to work all night on important government business. That we’ll look into it.”
“Yessir.”
TBC
Palacio Presidencial, Wednesday, February 19, 6:18 am
Juan Cabrera, Head of the Republic’s Ministerio de Justicia, hastened up the steps leading to the Palacio Presidencial. He’d been summoned there on very short notice for the purpose of meeting with Presidente Mendoza on a ‘grave matter’ … or so he’d been informed by his personal secretary, who’d phoned him at home … so early in the morning that he was still in his pajamas.
Sweating profusely from exertion, he willed his portly figure up the last few steps, paused momentarily to catch his breath, and then proceeded on to the office of Mendoza’s private secretary.
“Good! You’re here at last,” she said. “The Presidente has been waiting impatiently. He’s in his office. I’ve been instructed to send you in as soon as you’ve arrived.”
He nodded, and followed as she rose from her desk to open the double door leading to Mendoza’s inner sanctum.
“Ah, Cabrera! You’re here at last. I’ve been waiting for you!”
“Yes, sorry your excellency. It was rather short notice. I came as quickly as I could.”
“Well, yes. Sit down Cabrera, can I get you anything? A cigar? A drink?”
Seating himself, he wiped his brow with a handkerchief and replied, “Just a glass of water, if you please.”
“Of course. Señorita Valdez, would you mind getting Señor Cabrera a glass of water?
She nodded affirmatively and set off on her errand as both men’s gaze lingered on the tantalizing movements of her hips and ass beneath her short tight skirt.
“Now, what was it you wanted to see me about so urgently, your excellency?”
“I’ve good news. Excellent news, in fact. Seems our security people this morning believe they have located Bárbara Morales!”
“Really? Where?”
“They believe she may be holed up in a brothel, an establishment known as Burdel Rosa Rojas. Assuming that she is, we intend to take her alive. And that’s where you and your Ministry come in. Once we have her, and she’s been fully interrogated and her spirit broken. I want you to stage a ‘show trial’ … to prove to the nation … how criminal she is … that she’s nothing more than a cheap American whore-puppet!”
“I see,” he said, turning in his chair to accept the glass of water offered to him on a silver tray by Señorita Valdez who, leaning forward, treated his weary eyes to a stimulating down-blouse view.
“So, you’ll start immediately then to build a case against her and make the necessary arrangements for a nationally televised prime time show trial?”
“Yes, of course. It will be a pleasure, your excellency!” he declared, hastily diverting his eyes back to his boss.
************
“What now?” Bárbara demanded of Jack.
They’d gathered in the downstairs red-floral wallpapered parlor of Burdel Rosa Rojas … she, Jack, Madame Rojas and her girls, along with their clients, one of whom turned out, as it happened, to be Mendoza’s Minister of Commerce, Felix Gomez.
Before Jack could respond to Bárbara, Gomez intervened, irritably. “You’ll give yourselves up! That’s what you’ll do. Anything else endangers everyone gathered here. You’ve just slaughtered five police officers. I can assure you the authorities are not going to take this lying down!”
Jack surveyed the gathering.
Huddled together and looking scared as hell were Madame Rojas’ girls, dressed as their profession would have it in a variety of negligees and accessories designed to flaunt their charms. Beside them, were their “Juans”, looking nervous and deflated, that is with the exception of the Minister of Commerce.
Madame Rojas, herself, still wearing the red satin dressing gown in which she had met Jack and Bárbara at the door of her brothel scarcely two hours earlier, seemed nonplussed … her attention focused on zipping up the back of the slinky black dress she’d rustled up for Bárbara to wear, along with a black beret. Also included was a sparkly silvery thong to wear underneath, donated by one of Madame’s girls along with a matching pair of silver high heeled shoes. All to take the place of the jeans outfit that had gotten soaked with the blood of the slaughtered policemen still lying in a heap upstairs.
“If we give ourselves up,” Jack said slowly and evenly, his eyes fixed on Bárbara, “do you know what that means? I’ll tell you! It will be ugly. It means hours and days, possibly weeks of interrogations, beatings, torture … horrors beyond imagination. They’ll break you, extract confessions from you to crimes you didn’t commit … all leading most probably to a show trial, followed by an elaborately staged public execution. All of that for you, Bárbara! And for me, just a bullet in the head and a common grave. The Commerce Minister is right, when he says that Mendoza and company are not going to take this lying down!”
“But … listen to me Jake … I started a movement here in Nueva Valencia, a popular democratic movement, a movement that caught fire … people here, weary of Mendoza and his brutal and corrupt regime, bought into it … the rest of the world took notice … both I and the movement gained notoriety and popularity here and abroad … everyone knows what happened … everyone the world over, as well as here in Nueva Valencia, knows that Mendoza had to have stolen the election. Yes, he may imprison me … and you … and yes, we may be badly roughed up by his goons … and that will be dreadful … I’m not a fool. and have no delusions. But the world will be watching, perhaps inspired by my … by our bravery … and good things may well happen. Imprisoning me or, heaven forbid, threatening to execute me may well be Mendoza’s undoing! I say we bring this all out in the open by giving ourselves up! Moreover, given the chance … any chance … I’ll want to make a statement … a statement designed to bring public attention to my arrest!”
Jack looked as though he might argue, but didn’t. Instead he took some time before answering.
“Okay, you’re the boss. I hope it all turns out as you’re imagining it will.”
“Not a resounding endorsement, that!”
“Best I can do. Madame Rojas. Can you think of some way to let those guys outside know, before they do something rash, that Bárbara Morales will be coming out momentarily to give herself up? No! Wait! Hold off on that a bit. It’s just occurred to me that if Bárbara is given the opportunity to make a statement, it needs to be heard. If only I had a way to get word out to a friend of mine in the States who works for the New York Times.”
Madame Roja smiled, turned around, walked over to a small desk, reached into a drawer, pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to Jack.
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The communication console on the Presidente’s desk began buzzing insistingly,
“I’m sorry my dear, but this looks urgent,” sighed Mendoza, noting the origin of the call on the console screen. “You’d best come out from under there for now. Go back out to your office and come back with a box of tissues, please.”
He sat, waiting patiently for Señorita Valdez, naked save for her hose and shoes, to emerge from under the desk … a gob of cum hanging pregnantly from her chin. He watched the sway of her bare ass as she retreated to her outer office and the ripple of her thighs and the bounce and sway of her breasts as she returned with a box of Kleenex in hand.
“You can get back under there with the tissues, and …uh …. tidy me up, if you don’t mind, while I take this call.”
He reached for one of his ‘Cohiba Behike 56’ Cuban cigars and pressed the button on the console to receive the incoming call.
“Good morning, your Excellency, ‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez here. I’ve an important update for you with regard to the situation here in the barrio rojo.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’ve just learned that Bárbara Morales is indeed holed up in the brothel I spoke to you about earlier, and that she’s agreed to give herself up!”
“Listen carefully, Perez! I know her. She’s going to try to make a public statement of some kind. Under no circumstances are you to allow that to happen!”
“Yes, I understand.”
“One more thing, if I may?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You should know that I received a phone call a short time ago from Elvira Gomez, the wife of your Minister of Commerce. She says he failed to return home last night.”
“He’s probably been out whoring again and will turn up soon enough. Tell her not to worry. Say that he probably had to work all night on important government business. That we’ll look into it.”
“Yessir.”
TBC
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How very perceptive of Jack ...
And here we have a wonderful scene that could have been from "Carry on Election" - Sid James and Barbara Windsorales
... the slinky black dress she’d rustled up for Bárbara to wear, along with a black beret ...
