Camila - 1

"¡Coño!"

I heard the moan of the bastard push into my ears as he sent his Shaft pommeling in and out of me.

The intrusion was slow, gentle, and soon enough, it came accompanied with multiple thrusts, and while his figure juddered atop mine, here I laid, praying that I wouldn't be caught in a situation where this man had a heart attack while having sex with me.

How did I end up like this?

Well, dear reader, do permit me to take you back on how it all started.

It was another boisterous night on the streets of Monterrey, Mexico, and I, being a worker at Esperanza's one of the famous brothels in the city, didn't have me looking forward to anything exciting to sum up the day.

I had met the miser lingering outside Esperanza's, a few hours after I signed out of the brothel making my way home, only to be barricaded by a man with a number of figures who acted as his escorts.

In his words, he hoped to change my life for good.

Now, I couldn't tell how this sixty-year old man aimed to do that, with that stout figure he carried about, and a pot-belly which would grumble about every minute he made an utterance, yet for some reason, I stopped to listen to whatever words the idiot sought to spew.

Perhaps, it was of the fact that he appeared all too important being surrounded by a group of men who walked around him wherever he went.

Usually, I wouldn't have paused for whatever nonsense the fella had to say.

For as much as I knew, I was done for the day, and I never carried business outside Esperanza's.

There was a boundary to it, yet for some reason I found myself following this fellow to his hotel room in the metropolitan city of Monterrey, and whiling the night with him all for a thousand pesos, and a promise to change my life for good.

Now submerged under his buff form I was, legs spread apart while he rammed his massive guts up and down my figure.

His belly gave little to no view to the dingle which hung between his balls as a penis, and while I tried so hard to fake a moan, hoping it would do so much appeasing the fellow, and perhaps earn me double of the pay, Yet, all I could feel down there was the slap of his belly fat ramming into my crotch.

This stranger went on trailing my skin with kisses, those rough kisses which came from lips so chapped and unkempt, and all the while he latched onto my neck, demanding I screamed his name, I laid here wondering how I could put an act, fake a moan, and hope that would be enough to draw the curtains.

Yet, all through the time I tried focusing on the push of his member inside of me, he was the one screaming my name, body trembling in jolts.

"Camila" He gasped. "serás mi muerte"

(You'll be the death of me, Camila"

"¡Mierda! eres hermosa" He moaned.

(Fuck, you're beautiful!)

"Cásate conmigo, Camila. Por favor cásate conmigo"

(Marry me, Camila. Please, marry me!)

Perhaps it was true what they said, that men only reasoned with their balls, and never their brains, for tell me why a sixty-something year old man would go asking a lady who he met on the streets of Mexico to be his wife.

But, however much I thought it to be a joke, it didn't seem so, when Gustavo fixed his gaze in mine, words pouring out in moans.

"Tell me what you want, and I'll be sure to give it to you"

"Can you give me a life that would stop me from engaging in such God-forsaken job?" I questioned the fella.

He only stifled in response.

"Si no puedes, entonces, hagamos esto y yo podría seguir mi camino"

(If you can't, then, let's just get this done, and I could go my way) I uttered at once.

"No quiero que te vayas"

(I don't want you to leave) He called at once, pulling me back into his arms.

"¿Eres mia, ¿no te lo dije?"

(You're mine, haven't I told you?)

Who the fuck was this bastard? And how ballsy was it of him to claim me.

And with that, I pushed his form off of me, about fetching my things, but he had grabbed me in an instant, slamming me hard onto the bed.

"¿A dónde crees que vas?"

(Where do you think you're going" He growled.

"¡Suéltame, cabrón!"

(Let go of me, you fucker!)

I struggled under his grip, hoping to break through, but the lad was ten time my size and managed to have his way with me.

He laid me roughly onto the plush mattress, coming atop of me in such hurry, and in those eyes which he gazed at me with, I saw a rush of desire, every delight which screamed danger, beckoning onto me.

His figure drew closer, eyes all the while laden in mine, and with hands now reaching to pry open my legs, the door to the room burst open.

"Señor!" It was one of his guards who had come in.

"¡está aquí!"

(They are here!), Came the announcement, and in that instant, I saw Gustavo leap off my form even faster than he reached his climax earlier while he engaged with me on this bed.

He carried his naked body around the room, fetching something off the drawers, and the instant I saw that transparent bag secured in his hands, reality struck me.

Dealers.

A hard drug dealer was whom I had come into a hotel with.

So help me I don't get caught in this room, in the company of Gustavo.

I watched the idiot fetch his hat off the drawer, alongside a few of his things, and soon come, he was already throwing on his clothes.

"Hey!" I lunged to my feet, now hurrying into my dress,

"¿Qué pasa con mi dinero"

(what about my money?)

He made no utterance, barely sparing me a glance, only resuming gathering his things together.

"Didn't you hear a word I just said?" I bellowed. You promised to pay me, you fucker!"

And the moment I advanced him, he had snatched a glock which I hadn't come to notice not until now, and with the weapon aimed my way, his words followed;

"If you value your life, you would keep your mouth-hole shut, and break out of here now"

And with eyes gone heinous, he grabbed his things at once, tossing it over to the man waiting at the entrance of the room, and soon come, they were making out of there, hurrying off, but only a feet away from the door, he spun around at once, eyes intent in mine.

"You know what?" I heard the words which followed from him.

"Why don't you do something for me?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? Fuck off!" I blared at the miser, but he was just in time to hold me back in place.

One minute, he was digging his hands into his pockets, and the next, he had pulled out an item wrapped in a polythene bag, and the next thing I knew, he stuffed it into my palms.

"All eyes would be me..." he began, trailing a finger from my jaw all the way down to my cleavage, "...but no one would suspect a lonely dame, stepping out of the building in no company"

With that, he shoved my forward, causing me to stagger on my feet, and with his figure now positioned behind mine, I heard the words leave his lips; "Run!" He barked.

"What is this?" I sought to enquire but decided otherwise when Gustavo pulled out a gun, waving it in my face.

I fetched my things off the bed, and with one hand holding onto the polythene bag, I ran as fast as I could.

I tore off down the hallways, bustling into the elevator, and the minute I stepped out, walking out of the building, I came bumping into two men with build enough to have me withered on my ground.

"Hey!" The one with a scarred face spoke. "Watch where you're going!" He spat, pushing me out of the way.

Only left to fetch myself off the floor where I had gone splat, and move away, I heard the men mutter.

"You know, huncho would be mad at us—" That voice was most distinct, but I caught every sound that came with it.

"We missed a wrap of the goods"

"But it's only a mere wrap" the other drawled.

"A mere wrap you say? Need I tell you that such mere wrap as you term it, could cost you your life"

Here I was, eavesdropping on the men, rather than taking off like Gustavo advised me to, but then I thought, of what use would it be, following the words of a man like Gustavo, who used his balls as brains.

I was only trying to pull my things together and wave a taxi down when my own feet failed me, and I broke my fall.

The polythene-wrapped item fell out of my hands, spreading across the area, soon revealing its content.

I only watched with confused eyes, examining the white substance while the attention of the men behind me had seemingly been gathered.

They came forward, reaching to grab a handful their eyes, all the while sneaking glances my way, and it wasn't until one of them reached to sniff it did I realize what was happening.

Cocaine.

I didn't wait for that voice in my head blaring, I grabbed what was left of the polythene bag, and ran down the street.

Cars missed me by a few, passers-by spewing curses my way as I hurried along, but all through the time, I knew well not to stop, for those men behind had now embarked on a chase after me, tearing bullets my way.

I hurried down a tunnel,  desolate, staggering on my feet, hoping the night wouldn't happen to be the day quietus came to claim me.

For as much as I knew, I was barely living, and it was only a matter of time before death stopped by.

Another sin yet relived, in a choice I settled on, a decision I chose to follow from the very first day I ran out of home.

How long would it take me to finally get my life together?

When would I put a halt to such a misery of a life, and start living my dreams.

The sound of footsteps got me to a jolt, but I couldn't move. My legs begged to be spared.

And perhaps, just as they say, miracles do happen, for in that night, when I treaded down the tunnel off the streets of Monterrey, I met my helper.

She was a lady in her mid forties, who so happened to be a regular at the establishment.

She had stumbled upon me in such despair, and her first words were; "don't tell me you got yourself in the net of Gustavo"

I snapped my head up at the sound of her voice, after having slumped next to a wall for the past half-hour only to be met with a figure of a lady looking down on me, a wide smile beautifying that face of hers, eyes intent on my profile, with dark brunette hair bouncing here to there, at every little movement she made.

She was clad in a black dress which swept the floors where she walked, and although I couldn't see her feet, I could tell she had some killer six-inch stilettos on, judging from the wobble in her steps, and the sound of her feet.

"Excuse me?" I uttered.

"Gustavo" She spoke. "Don't tell me he used you as yet another pawn"

"What pawn?"

"Oh, he does that to every girl he brings in here. His guard barges into the room after a while of him being locked in there for hours with whichever whore he managed to pick for the night, having every pleasure, and then they would bail, leaving you to their dirty work"

"You've been conned, Camila"

I froze, staring at the lady wide-eyed.

"Who the hell are you, and how do you my name?"

"Huncho will hunt you" Those were the words which left her lips. "And I'm afraid he isn't a man to back down especially when you have what is his"

"What?" I stared wide-eyed, completely lost on whatever it was she spoke of.

"Huncho is the man whom you just stole from love" She uttered.

"Oh... no no" I sought to clarify the situation, pulling out the polythene bag. "This was given to me by Gustavo" I testified. "He asked me to bail with it"

"Of course, he did" the lady only emitted a scoff.

"Who are you by the way?" I enquired of her.

"Oh, dear" Chuckled the lady. "I think the question you meant to ask was how I can help you" Came her words.

"I'm Marta Frederigo, the wife of the man who you just slept with in that hotel room, and however uncanny the situation is, I'm the only one who can help you out of this wretch of a life you live"

And however puzzling it may seem, I tell you, dear reader, that was how I met the woman who so happened to my helper, and the only one who changed the course of my life, running from Huncho. Or so, I thought.