Altered Ch. 04

"I'll wait in the lobby for you ladies," and I walked out and took the elevator down to the lobby.

I was pacing down stairs, the limo already arrived when down came the most stunning visions of beauty I ever experienced in real life.

Tracy came around the corner of the elevator hallway entering the lobby as if being announced for a royal ball. She wore a slinky black backless dress that hugged all of her curves and extended down to her ankles. The dress she wore was sparkly and completely covered her breasts; it went up to her neck in an A form, exposing her sides and revealing just a hint of side-boob. She had makeup on, which was a drastic change since she normally did not wear anything; her lips were a bright ruby red, her cheeks were sharp, and her eyes seemed to be smoky and mysterious. She had her corsage on and one of the flowers she pinned on top of her right ear. She awkwardly wore 6-inch heels that shaped her calves and had her ass sticking out lustily. When I looked closer I noticed erect nipples poking through the dress -- no bra.

Robin came around the corner a few seconds later; her dress almost a mirror image of Tracy's in that she wore the same style of dress but in all white. She looked almost angelic compared to Tracy's sultry sexy dark look. Even her makeup made her look angelic, instead of dark, smoky and mysterious her makeup was bright, translucent, and inviting almost childish, like a teen wearing sparkly 'Hello Kitty' makeup. I didn't want to like the look but the contrast between the two worked unbidden fantasies into my mind.

I must have looked cartoonish with my jaw hanging open staring from one to the other back and forth rubbing my eyes in disbelief.

"Wow," was all I could manage to say before I could recover my wits.

Finally, they seemed to blush.

I didn't have on a tux but the grey suit the girls got me seemed appropriately muted when standing next to them. Tracy had a flower and pin ready and she pinned it to my lapel. I hooked my arms into theirs, escorting them to the waiting limo.

We took the scenic route to the restaurant, and right away both girls took advantage of the liquor in the back seat. If this were the States, I would be under aged but in Mexico there aren't two versions of being an adult. The champagne flowed freely and I didn't partake, mainly because it didn't do anything for me, but secondly because with their fast metabolisms it took a lot to get them drunk, so the more alcohol they could drink the merrier.

I had let the driver know to bring at least four bottles, and by the finishing of the fourth bottle the girls were acting like rowdy teenagers out on prom night. They started flashing their boobs at me and were really handsy. At one point, Tracy opened up the sunroof and both girls poked their heads out whooping and hollering.

When we finally got to the restaurant, the chauffeur helped them out one at a time without complaint and stayed really pleasant and professional -- I tipped him well.

When we entered the restaurant, we noticed they had a small bullfighting museum. Since we were there a little early, we checked it out. The girls had been living in countries where bull-fighting was sacrosanct and was like going to a hall of fame - they got a kick out of it. I was a little turned off by the whole thing, I'm not in PETA or anything but the way these bulls are tortured to death did nothing for me so I was glad to pull them away when our reservation time came up.

The wine and drinks flowed, the food was great and there were quite of few looks of jealousy and disgust as I had two hot Latinas hanging all over me. Some must have assumed them prostitutes but I ignored them. The restaurant had a bar area with a dance floor so when the girls wanted to dance we danced, and the drinking never stopped, unfortunately.

I was considering ignoring my moral dilemma and giving in to their advances, I was still horny as hell and why not take advantage of two beautiful, willing women? To hell with all the influences and abuses they been through, and the possible sadistic personality that popped up last time I had sex.

The problem was that although they did have a higher metabolism than a human, they weren't immune to the effects of alcohol and they became disgustingly drunk. After Robin flashed one of the bouncers in the bar we were asked to leave. I paid my tab and we left and I was glad they didn't get physical. While outside waiting for our driver to bring the limo around, Robin turned green and ran over to a bush and let loose. When the stench of the vomit reached Tracy, it pushed her over the edge and she quickly found a bush to defile.

The girls basically passed out in the limo and when we got to the hotel, I threw Robin over my right shoulder and Tracy my left and carried them up to our room. I laid Robin out on one bed and Tracy took my bed. I sponge washed the vomit off of them with a washcloth from the bathroom. I had them lay on their sides in case they got sick again and that ended my hoped-for sex for the night. Luckily, I didn't really need to sleep so I just got a quick half-hour sleep in a chair and read my kindle the rest of the night.

The next morning the girls had hangovers which, even with their healing, took them most of the morning to recover from. They were very apologetic, and I just laughed it off chalking it up to the "prom" effect.

"Now you know what it's like to go to a prom; you got to dress up, eat, drink until you puke -- pretty much everyone's prom experience."

"Still, we weren't very attractive last night," Robin apologized. "Thanks for taking care of us," she gushed.

I went down to the bar/restaurant next to the lobby in the hotel and had the chef cook up a hangover cure, which turned out to be basically a spicy V-8. I brought it up to the girls and they drank the disgusting concoction as penance for their misdeeds.

I got a call from the lawyer I hired for George while I waited for them to recover. The man spoke English well, but we conversed in Spanish, mainly because he tended to talk faster in his native language.

[S] "Hello Mr. Thompson, I have some good news and bad news, the good news is that your friend George was being held with no pending charges. I think the authorities felt he might have had something to do with everything but had no proof so they let him go, unfortunately, they did deport him, he is on his way to the Tijuana border as we speak."

"That sounds great actually, is that the bad news?"

"No, señor -- I'm sorry to tell you this but I looked in on your grandfather as you asked and it looks like he passed away."

"What!? What happened?" I asked, turning pale and suddenly feeling knotted up.

"The hospital released him when he insisted he was ok a couple of days ago, unlike in the US they don't hold people against their will here."

"He seemed ok though, how did he die?"

"When he got home, he apparently went right back to work and got dizzy and took a fall. He died of second-impact syndrome where the brain swells rapidly after a person suffers a second concussion before symptoms from an earlier one had subsided. I'm sorry for your loss, señor."

"Thank you."

"I will be taking your deposit for payment for my time, since I did not have to actually file any paperwork I think our business is concluded."

"I appreciate your help."

He finished off letting me know that my mother had arrived yesterday to take care of things so I didn't need to handle anything on my end.

I walked into the room a few minutes later, moving on autopilot. I sat down heavily and tears fell unknowingly, I did not even consider holding them back as I did not know I was crying. Robin sat up from her hangover fetal position and saw me in tears sitting in the corner seat.

"Oh my god, Nate, what happened?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it," I said, quickly realizing my state as I started to wipe away the tear streaks.

"Don't shut us out, Nate. Tell me what happened. You don't have to bear this burden on your own."

"Grandpa died," I said solemnly.

Tracy heard the conversation and exclaimed, "Oh no! I'm so sorry."

Both girls came over to me and hugged me from both sides, they always seemed to have to do things together.

"How did it happen, I thought he was in the hospital and doing well."

I laughed bitterly, "Yeah, but good old mule-headed Grandpa, couldn't miss a day of work over a concussion and bruises. God would have a field day!"

They pulled me out of my seat and laid me down on one of the beds where both girls cradled both sides of me and I hugged them to me, suddenly this trip had real consequences, and my family was not unaffected (well what was left of my family anyway). Needless to say, that pretty much killed my mood, and for the second time in my life my sex drive seemed nonexistent.

Later, I sent George another email and I finally got a reply. He basically said he had no hard feelings over everything even though what happened sucked 'donkey balls' as he put it. He knew there wasn't anything I could really do and he thanked me for the lawyer. I could tell that he was still pissed though but the important thing was he was still talking to me. He was one of my only friends so losing him would hit me hard.

I called my mother from a cell tower relay system, it was an app that would relay a phone call through a server so that you could not tell where the call was originating from.

"Hey mom, how you holding up?"

"George!" she cried literally and figuratively. "It looks like he finally worked himself to death," she sobbed.

"I'm on the run, mom, they are after me..."

"I know, son. Don't worry about a thing, I can handle this. There is a veterans group that are going to handle transporting his body back to the States. He picked out a plot years ago so everything is taken care of."

"Are you going with him?"

"No, I am on the run myself, they blame me -- I can't return home. I'll be in touch when I figure something out," and abruptly ended the call.

I wasn't sure if she lost connection, or something happened to her or she was pissed but when I tried to call her back, it just went to voicemail.

A few days later I got a call from El Lobo saying my IDs arrived. We setup a meeting with a Mr. Lieberman at 5pm. El Lobo met us at a McDonald's once again, and he drove us to a seedy hotel where what looked like a Hasidic Jewish man met us at the door ushering us in quickly.

"First things first, the money," Mr. Lieberman declared.

I handed him a sack full of wrapped money, there were 15 stacks of $10,000 which he quickly transferred to a briefcase two stacks of which he handed off to El Lobo -- his cut. He gave me a passport, Texas ID, birth certificate and social security card for a Mr. John Daniel Williams. Also, was included a brief history of Mr. Williams, including any warrants or past criminal record that I might need to know about. He did look a lot like me.

"What's his story?"

"It's all in the file Mr. Thompson..."

"No, I mean, how was this ID procured, are there anyone whom I might run into that would know him?"

"Ah, well Mr. Williams was a mentally unstable homeless man that died a few months back. The coroner tried to find any relatives and apparently, he had none. He does have some misdemeanors for some of the things he did while mentally ill, almost all charges were dropped expect one stint he had in a mental hospital."

"OK what about the American women?"

"Well you weren't very specific as to what they should look like so I brought 6 sets for you to look over."

The girls looked through the IDs and found a couple they liked and excitedly showed them to me. It must have been fate because one of the IDs was for a 'Robin Louise Clark' and the other was for a 'Tracy Rose Davis' both had first names matching the names I had picked out for them.

"It must be destiny!" I exclaimed.

It didn't hurt that both of these women had very pretty faces, although we couldn't see their bodies we could see by their weight that they must have been in great shape. They were also white to the girl's light brown, so it would be a change for them to resemble them.

"I know, right?" Tracy squealed.

"What's the story with these?"

"Those two women had no family and were bought and sold into prostitution after they became addicted to heroin and racked up a huge debt they couldn't pay. They now work the streets for a pimp in Kazakhstan -- and before you get all weepy and indignant about it there are literally millions of prostitutes around the world with their same story."

"We will take them."

"But you look nothing like them," Lieberman claimed.

"That's true but we still think they are perfect!"

"Not if your stupidity comes back to bite me."

"No worries, Lieberman," I cooed, "I can keep my mouth shut and so will they."

He didn't look very convinced so I called over El Lobo, "Hit me!"

He gave me a quizzical look like he was thinking 'did I hear him right?'

"You heard me, hit me," and quickly he punched my face. "Don't be a pussy, hit me, if you have to hit me many times, DO IT!"

El Lobo didn't like his manhood being questioned and his strikes became blurs of anger. They hurt like fuck, and at one point he broke my nose. When he thought I had enough, he stopped.

I turned to Lieberman and said, "They won't get shit from me!"

I walked out the door and the girls quickly followed. After a few minutes, El Lobo must have concluded his business with Lieberman and walked towards his car. I got into the back seat to hide the fact that my face was healed already, I kept my face covered as if I was in pain.

"I don't know what that was all about, but Lieberman seemed happy. If you are ready to go I will take you to the tunnels," he said as he kept rubbing his raw knuckles.

We had packed our things back at the motel so I said, "We just need to pick up our things and check out."

After we picked up our things, we silently drove towards the border. I was reading a strange vibe from El Lobo and when he got on the phone he spoke in Russian, not knowing that it was one of the many languages I spoke fluently.

[Russian] "Be ready, Sergei, I don't want you damaging their IDs but if you get a clear shot at them, take them out."

I feigned ignorance of his call but had a choice to make, to I take him out right here before I got to his hideout or wait until I got there. Option 1 was the safer bet but I'd lose my way across the border since I didn't know where his crossing was. I took a chance and let him drive on.

We reached a warehouse that was about 100 yards from the border fence. El Lobo honked his horn and flashed his lights in a predetermined pattern. A minute later a loading door open up in the side of the building through which he quickly drove into.

The warehouse seemed to be void of anything storage related, there were groups of Mexican families huddled together and under constant guard by some brutish men with automatic assault rifles. I was on edge immediately, the doors to the SUV were opened up by two guards and we were gestured to leave the vehicle with a wave as the rifles were pointed our way.

I got out about the same time that El Lobo got out; he had a superior sneer pasted on his face. Before he could go into a diabolical explanation about our fate, the way all these psychopaths do, or even give his guards orders I rushed him. My hand clasped about his throat and I raised him up over my head. He was turning purple as I was crushing his windpipe and he was kicking and squirming in the air. I turned his flailing body so that it faced the guns pointed at me in hopes they wanted to keep their boss alive.

[Russian] "You thought you'd betray me?" I boomed.

His guards were caught off guard and not sure how to react to their boss being choked out, the scene was too unbelievable to be something they were prepped for. Before they regained their wits, I crushed El Lobo's throat and threw him into the body of the guard that pulled me out of the car. I followed through with a pouncing movement that had me straddling the guard that was sprawled on the ground. I then ripped his weapon from his hand and punched him in his right temple - he stopped moving.

I flipped the selective fire on the gun to semi-automatic and stood up to fire at the remaining four guards. Two were on the other side of the car and one towards the front and one more off to the side near me. They all started spraying bullets, but I dodged around the car keeping low. The one on my side got hit by friendly fire before he could get a bead on me and the one in front of the car ran for cover before he too got caught in the crossfire. I fired blindly over the SUV roof forcing one of the guys on the other side of the car to take cover. The second guy must have been high or believed he was invincible because he circled around the car trying to get a good angle on me. I moved like a gazelle and most of the bullets seemed to be grazing me and my toughened skin seemed to keep them from penetrating. I kept their fire away from the huddled masses and dove down to the left awaiting the opportunity to return fire. I grit my teeth for the inevitable hit as he followed me around.

Finally, I took a direct hit to my left shoulder as he ran out of bullets. Although my brain was screaming at me for my injury, I was mentally prepared for it and I concentrated my efforts at rushing him. I caught him by surprise but his expression didn't even get a chance to form on his face before bullets pierced his skull.

The last two guards were on the other side of the SUV hidden behind concrete pillars, they kept randomly spraying the SUV with bullets. Although most of the bullets didn't penetrate me, the energy still caused massive internal damage and bruising; the pain was excruciating and my left shoulder hole was already closing up.

During the gun battle, Robin and Tracy had ran toward the 'hostages' or whatever they were to these creeps and had them run into a nearby office. I needed time to recover from my wounds. I had good cover and the guards would not budge from the safety of their hiding spot -- they were scared shitless.

I decided to call out to the guards that were left, [S] "Your boss is dead, no need for you to die too," I growled. They had switched to semi-automatic after the last clip change up, "You are wasting your ammo, how many clips do you have left, I'm betting that's your last one."

One of them finally saw the light and called out, [S] "What do you want?"

[S] "I want to live, just like you -- I'll give you to the count of ten to drop your weapons on the ground and walk out of here. You've seen me in action, you have no chance."

[S] "If we have no chance, why not just kill us."

[S] "I am not a monster, I don't enjoy killing. I don't want to kill you if you give me no reason to."

One of the guards dropped their gun to the floor and the other followed suit. I pointed my gun toward them and one of the first guards came out of hiding, I gestured for him to raise his hands up and turn around. I saw that he had a knife but it didn't concern me.

"Pick up your gun, take out the clip and empty the chamber."

He obeyed and I told him to take his gun and leave the clip. And he walked towards the exit, and the last 10 yards he bolted out the door. When the last guard saw that his companion escaped he finally came out of hiding too. I had him repeat the same steps. Like his friend, he walked at first but the last 50 yards he ran like his life depended on it. I was glad they ran, they would not be back.

I had to hurry up and get out of there quickly, the warehouse was probably chosen because it muffled gunfire but no one could mask the sound that the massive firefight had made. It was only a matter of time before the police came to investigate.