My Ex-Wife Ch. 04byGhostwalker©
Two more months passed without a word about Anna. I had taken the video to the police and they assured me that they’d continue to work on the case. I spent hours on the “NET” talking to people about Anna and asking them for any help they might be able to give. Several said that they traveled quite a bit for their jobs and would keep an eye out, but still nothing.
Then one day I got a letter in the mail. It simply read:
IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR NED TRY A LITTLE TOWN JUST SOUTH OF LOREDO, TEXAS.
With nothing else to go on I packed and headed South that evening. Fortunately, I has born in Texas and had relatives there, as well as some of my “NET” contacts. Calling ahead I told everyone about the letter and asked for help. Offers of a place to stay, money, or even a gun where made. I asked that they meet me in Laredo and be prepared for a trip across the border.
When I arrived two days later, I found 14 people waiting at the motel I had registered at. I gave each a picture of Anna and one of Ned and watched as they disappeared to become the eyes and ears of my search.
One person stayed behind. A woman in her early thirties, named Beth, stood in the doorway. Long, sun-bleached hair, blue eyes, a deep Southern tan, but with a long sundress that revealed nothing of what might be underneath. “You know they won’t find her,” she said.
“Really? And why is that?”
“They’re all nice folks, and they mean well, but the area of town that your ‘Ex’ was probably taken too isn’t safe for their kind. They’ll either be smart enough to stay away from it or too stupid and get hurt.”
“Sounds like you know that area yourself ... ” I replied.
“Lets just say that part of my ill-begotten youth took me to the area.”
“… and you think you might know where to look?”
“Ya. I know where to look and who to talk to, but only if it’s just you and me. I don’t want anybody getting hurt. Okay?”
Some gut-instinct told me that this woman knew what she was talking about as I stretched out my hand, “Deal.”
Taking my hand, she shook it. “I’ll be back in an hour with some ‘friends’. Be ready, “ then she left.
Unsure of what the night would bring, I grabbed a quick dinner and returned to my room. I watched the clock tick slowly as an hour had passed and dreamed of Anna. A knock at the door brought me back to reality. Quickly opening the door I found a totally changed Beth and six of her “friends.”
Gone was the meek, average woman I had met earlier. Instead Beth was dressed in a red sports bra, that looked two sizes too small as her nipples pressed against the material, a pair of black hip-hugger latex pants, that appeared to have been painted on, and black heels. Her hair flowed loosely over her shoulders and she had applied just the right amount of make-up, which was topped by ruby-red lipstick. Her six “friends” were all over six-foot tall and dressed in biker clothing that was obviously their own.
Beth quietly stepped into the room, with her friends following. “I guess introductions are in order. Peter this is Roy, Guy, Hank, Phil, Matt, And Toby. These are the friends I told you about. Guys, this is Peter.” Each nodded and shook my hand as he was introduced, but never said a word. Beth continued, “The boys and I are going to check things out. I want you to stay here until we get back.”
“That wasn’t the deal. You said that you and I would be looking together.” I replied.
Taking me by the hand, Beth walked me to the back of the small room before responding, “Look, Peter. You’d stick out like a white flag in some of the places we need to check. The guys and I can move around without any problem. We’re all “upstanding citizens” now, but we’ve all had our times south of the border when we were younger. I know this is hard but you haven’t seen Anna in months, just give us a couple of hours to find her and make sure we can do it right to keep her safe. It’s nine o’clock now. We’ll be back here by twelve-thirty to let you know what we found. Okay?”
Reluctantly I agreed and stood in the doorway as they left.
Time again seemed to stand still as I waited; yet barely thirty minutes had passed before Beth returned. “I think we found her. She’s working in one of the better ‘houses’ just off the main drag. She looks a bit different, but as a whole she looks healthy. The owner of the place seems to have a soft spot for pregnant women, cuz’ she’s working the bar as a waitress instead of working on stage or in back. You’ll need to change into these and come with me to make a definite ID,” handing me a small backpack stuffed with biker leathers and colors.
Grabbing the bag I headed for the bathroom.
“Umm, Peter. Considering what might have to be done I think you should change out here and get used to people seeing you naked.”
Stunned I stopped in my tracks. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well, if it is Anna, there are only two ways of getting her out of there. The first is a major fight, probably including guns that could get her hurt. The other is to pay for her. The catch is that you can’t pay the money, it has to come from the people in the audience. You and her will have to go up on stage and fuck.”
“You’re telling me that Anna and I will have to make love in front of the people in the bar and hope we do good enough to get the money to pay for her freedom?”
“No and yes. You’re not going to ‘make love’ to her. You’re going to have to fuck her hard and get her screaming, get her begging for you to fuck her harder and to make her cum. When she’s hot and has the audience turned on, pull out of her and tell them if they want to see more they will have to pay. Make them toss the money up on the stage for you to see. Don’t start again until you have at least half of what you need to buy Anna. Then fuck her as hard and long as you can. Have her squirt tit-milk over some of the guys in the front row to turn them on more. These are usually the ‘regulars’ and are hardened to the routines. Finally, when you do cum you’ll need to pull out and cum on her. Doesn’t matter if it’s on her ass, her face, her tits, or all over her pussy. They just need to see the cum. That is what impresses this type of guy. You got all of that?”
“Ya, I guess so.”
“Okay then strip. Lets see what we have to work with.”
Grabbing my shirt I pulled it over my head and threw it on the bed. Beth’s description of what was going to be needed had given me a huge hard on that was tenting the front of my pants as I reached for the zipper and pulled it down.
Beth’s eyes followed my every move.
Unbuttoning my pants I pushed them down along with my underwear. My cock sprang from its confines, pointing directly at Beth.
“Verrryyyy niicceeeeee. Good length. Plenty of thickness and hard enough to break a board form the looks of it. Anna’s getting a good deal by being with you. Then only problem is that if you go in like that you won’t last a minute and then forget about getting the money and Anna. I guess I’ll just need to help with this situation … “ Beth purred as she knelt in front of me, “… let me do that for you."
She took my hard cock in her hand, and started stroking me expertly, as though she had performed this task a thousand and one times. I started to protest, but the words wouldn't come. The warmth of her hand, the slow, steady rhythm she was using to pump my hard shaft stifled them in my throat. Our eyes met and locked in the mirror. Was that a hint of a smile on her lips?
Releasing my cock Beth removed her top revealing her tits. Average in size and shape they stuck out from her chest without any sag. They were capped with light brown aerola and nipples that were hard from her excitement. A small snake tattoo on her right tit drew attention to her cleavage.
Following me stare, she lightly touched the tattoo. “You like my little reminder? It is a present from when I was down south. It was originally the letter “S”, but I had it changed. All working women are branded like this, including Anna. It stands for “slut”. Which is exactly what I was and am. But now I belong to the guys, more or less. They are the ones that came and got me from a ‘house’ just like Anna is at … … and paid for me exactly the same way you and Anna will pay. All six of them fucked me that night to earn the money. In fact, there was enough left over to set ourselves up here in town and start new lives. As soon as we crossed the border they released me from my contract and set me free. Now we’re all friends, though I sometime do perform special ‘favors’ for them.”
Reaching out Beth took my cock and began to stroke it again. It didn't take long for the soft, rhythmic strokes to overwhelm me, for the pressure to build. It didn't take long for my eyes to clamp shut, for my body to stiffen. And it didn't take long for the powerful spurts of my thick, white cum to explode from my cock and onto her tits.
Beth kept stroking me as I came. She milked me dry with her fingers, squeezing the last, sluggish drops of cum out of my withering prick. My legs were shaking from the intensity of the orgasm and I dropped onto the bed.
When she was satisfied that I was done, she looked down at a thick smear of my cum in the palm of her hand, raised it to her mouth, and licked it off the way you might lick the blood from a small cut. "Mmmm," she moaned huskily, "that's too good to waste."
She crawled towards me on hands and knees until she was between my legs and took my balls in her hands and my softening cock in her mouth.
"Beth?" I asked stupidly. "What are you doing?"
She didn't answer. Her lips slid back and forth on the shaft of my cock a few times, then I felt her tongue wiping the residue of cum off my swollen cock. Amazingly, my cock started to stiffen again in the insistent warmth and wetness of her mouth.
I looked down at her, but all I could see was the top of her head, and, even as I watched, her head pushed forward again until the entire length of my thick rod was crammed into her mouth, touching the back of her throat. And the power her mouth had over me was unimaginable.
The tingly sensation seemed to start at the head of my cock and spread throughout the rest of my body; a fog of lust clouding my brain, and the only thing I was aware of were those marvelous lips sliding smoothly back and forth along my hard length; the only thing I could hear were the slurpy noises coming from her mouth.
I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back and forth on my cock, and felt the pressure building in my groin again. I felt my cock swell even further in her mouth, and, with a low groan that I couldn't control, “Beth, I’m gonna cum in your mouth if you don’t stop. Oh shit. I’m cummmiiinnnggg.”
Beth groaned too, “Mmmmmmmmmm,” and I could feel her tongue squishing my cum against the roof of her mouth, savoring the taste of it before she swallowed. And she swallowed rapidly. Surge after surge of the thick, white cum spurt into her hungry mouth, and she chewed lightly on my rock hard cock as the cum gradually diminished.
She used her lips to milk the last drops from my softening cock, and then licked the cream from my cock shaft and her hand. Her eyes were shining brightly when she finally stood up. She leaned forward then, smiling, and kissed me fully on the lips. "God, that was good!" she purred, looking squarely into my eyes. "I haven't had a load like that for a long, long time … and it should give you enough staying power to put on a good show for everyone."
Dressing quickly we left the motel and drove the few blocks needed to cross the border and reach the ‘house’ that Anna was working at. The outside looked like many of the local hangouts; slightly run-down with a neon sign advertising public and private dance shows. Beth hopped from the Jeep and casually walked past the two bouncers standing at the door and into the building. Paying more attention to the size of the bouncers, I was surprised by the drastic difference from the outside to the inside of the building.
The inside was lit and decorated like the inside of an exclusive New York City Men’s Club. The bar appeared to be at least 50 feet in length and was covered with marble; the sides made of a beautifully stained wood. The tables were scattered around the room to offer the best view of the stages and each had a deep red tablecloth on it. Spot lights immediately drew your attention to the shows on three separate stages, while the rest of the audience was lit by just enough light of keep from tripping over something.
On the right stage was a tall, full-bodied brunette swaying and twisting to the sound of a popular R&B tone as she slowly removed her clothing. On the left stage, a willowy blonde was sitting on the edge and was in the process of an intense orgasm from the dildo buried in her cunt. Two of the men from the audience were assisting her by keeping her legs spread wide open for all to see. On the center stage, a young man was aggressively ass fucking a woman twice his age. She moaned and begged for more with each thrust, but her eyes were dull and bored. Watching the shows were people from all walks of life: businessmen, bikers, yuppies, a smattering of the local population, and almost a dozen women. Circulating among them were several women in various stages of undress, serving drinks or offering other “services,” but no Anna.
Walking to the bar, I took a seat next to Beth and whispered in a depressed voice, “I thought you said that Anna might be here. I don’t see anyone that looks even close to her. We may as well leave.”
“Shhhhhhhh. She might be in back getting something. The woman I saw earlier isn’t here right now and it’s way too early for her to leave for the night, so just sit down and keep your eyes open.” She then signed the bartender who brought us two German Import beers and placed them in front of us.
“Hey, Chica. Long time no see. What you doin’ here. You looking for work. We got plenty work to go around. Especially for an experienced woman like you.”
“No thanks, Tomas. Just brought a friend to see the old life. He’s never been to a working ‘house’ before,” Beth/Chica smiled as she replied.
“That’s too bad. You used to have a pretty big audience here, but we got plenty new girls to help your friend.”
“Really? How many new girls you got working here?”
Lifting his hand, Tomas began to count them off. “We got Carmen, and Carmella, and Mona … that’s her up on the center stage … and Gracie, and Tory. Tory is a big hit. She does this act with a remote controlled vibrator and the highest bidder gets to use the remote control on her. Iiiieeeee … not ever she knows when the bidder is going to hit the button.”
“Any of them blonde? My friend here has a thing for blonde women.”
“No. No, blondes. At least not … …”
“Well, we do have a blonde working here but she is not for stage work right now. She is VERY big with a baby and her titties are so full of milk that the boss, he uses her to give tit-milk drinks to the audience. He makes much money from her.”
“Mmmmmmmm, sounds delicious. Do I know her? What is her name?” Beth/Chica asked.
“No, you do not know her. She has only been here about three months. Her husband came here and sold her to the boss, said that she was a slut and a whore and that she should live as one. There she is … her name is Anna.”
Fighting to control myself I slowly turned and saw Anna enter through a side door. Her hair had grown almost to her waist and darkened from being inside so much and her tan was fading leaving creamy white skin. She was wearing a medium-length print skirt that covered her huge pregnant stomach, but her tits were totally exposed to all in the room. A tiny “S” was tattooed on her right tit just as Beth said it might be. Immediately one of the men in the front row called for her. She walked to the table as the man and the woman with him raised their glasses. Anna took a glass and placed it to her tit and squeezed. Milk flowed from her tit into the glass filling it. She then placed it on the table and took the second glass, filling it just as she had the first one. Watching her I saw that her movements were almost mechanical. She didn’t even seem to be aware of where she was.
Noticing my concern Beth grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Lets get a table. What do you think?”
“Sure. Whatever you want,” I replied.
Once seated Beth quickly explained. “Some woman have a hard time accepting what has happened to them. They withdraw into their own little world and pretend that this is all just a bad dream. That doesn’t mean that she is crazy or lost, just that she doesn’t want to admit that she is here.”
“Okay, so what do we do? Do you think she will recognize me … and do you think she’ll do what she needs to do to get out of here?”
“I don’t know. Hopefully if she recognizes you she’ll do anything you ask because she loves you and you love her. The question now is how to get her to recognize you without causing a scene. If she flips out or tries to run out of here we could have BIG trouble.”
Sitting there thinking an idea slowly began to develop in my head. If it didn’t work I knew I’d have lost Anna forever so I had to give it a try. Raising my hand and signaling to Anna, I looked at Beth and mouthed, “Wish me luck.”
Anna walked to the table and stood there. Her blue eyes dull and detached. Waiting for me to say something.
“Hello. I was wondering if I could make you a deal and get some of your mother’s milk in exchange for some cream for your coffee?” I asked.
Anna stood there for what seemed like a lifetime before she looked down at me. Life seemed to be slowly returning to her eyes as they brightened and a spark returned to them. “Peter? Is it really you? I’ve dreamed about you coming for me, but never thought it would really happen. Am I dreaming? Are you really here?”
Reaching out for her hand I gently touched Anna. “Yes, baby, it’s really me. I told you I’d always be here when you needed me. For right now though, I need you to give me a glass of your tit-milk just like anybody else. I know it’s hard but I need you to finish the night out and then I’ll find a way to get to you. Okay … can you do that?”
“For you I can do anything, honey. I told you that I was your whore. If that means you need me to do this tonight I will. I love you, Peter,” Anna smiled as she picked up my glass and filled it to the brim. “They have me living in a small room on the other side of the courtyard in back. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Then Anna turned and walked away. The mechanical movements had returned except for the small swish and sway of her ass as it passed me. Looking at Beth I asked, “Okay, we have that problem taken care of. What next?”
Looking at me seriously. “Now for the really hard part. We need to talk to Anna’s boss and see if he’ll let us buy her. Custom says that he has no choice, but he gets to name the price. Then the dickering starts. I’ll take it from there. You just sit quietly and pretend that you’re buying her for business purposes back in the States. If he has any idea that you want her for anything other than business or that you have any feelings for her he’ll set the price so fucking high you’ll never be able to get the money to buy her. Understood?”
“Ya. I understand,” I replied as she signaled one of the Security Guards placed around the room. Speaking in Spanish she quickly explained that we wanted to see the boss on a business matter. The Guard gave us the “once over” and asked what kind of business we could possibly have with the boss. Beth stood slowly and with a lightening move grabbed the Guards crotch and squeezed just enough to show that we meant business before letting go. “Just tell him we have money business to talk to him about.” The Guards eyes nearly popped from his head before she let him go and then he slowly limped to the office door.