Code Name Tequila Ch. 08

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Marisa and Isabella sleep together; Ria follows Carlos.
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Part 8 of the 23 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 04/29/2009
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Ria was sitting in the bar of the Ritz Carlton hotel in Las Condes, Santiago, reading an article on the Las Vegas race on the ESPN Desportes website. The article said that Carlos Sanz looked much improved over last year, and that his off season time with the sports performance experts must have helped. It ended with a short tribute to Luis Tabernas, noting that a heart attack had felled him just a week before the racing season started. The article ended with a quote from Andre Fernandez that the Cabo Blanco Racing Team's season this year would be dedicated to the memory of Luis.

Ria yawned and stretched, looking at her watch. Five in the afternoon. She had been in Santiago for seven hours now, but hadn't slept well on the plane the night before. She promised herself an early night.

She checked schedule of events that Isabella had sent via email to all the girls. The schedule was pretty light for the next few days, a few appearances at some live events and a couple TV shows, but mostly the girls had time to themselves. The Santiago race wasn't for another two weeks less a day, and most of the promotional events were packed into the eight days before the race.

Ria took a sip of her Pisco Sour, a drink the bartender had recommended as a local speciality, though when he served her, he leaned forward and told Ria, in a conspiratorial tone, that he was from Peru and in reality the Peruvians invented the drink. It wasn't a bad drink. Pisco was a strong local brandy with a bite, but it was nicely offset by the creaminess of the mix of lime juice, sugar, egg whites and bitters.

Ria scanned the wood panelled bar. There were only a few tables occupied, but Ria recognised most of the people sitting in the soft, leather chairs. One table had three mechanics from the Cabo Blanco Team. At another table, a couple Cabo Blanco public relations people were softly arguing over a stack of papers. A third table had three men who Ria was pretty sure were mechanics from the Patterson Racing Team. Finally, at the bar, sitting by herself reading a book, was Gabriela, as usual ignoring everyone around her.

There was movement by the door, and Ria looked over. Piston Clark, CEO of the racing league and Jorge Ortiz, the Advisor on Latin America entered the room. They walked over to a table a couple seats away from Ria. She nodded at them, and they nodded back. There was no hint of recognition on their faces of who Ria was. Ria was one of many beautiful women that travelled with the Racing Teams, so she wasn't surprised the men wouldn't be able to place her.

The bartender came over, and the men ordered two bottles of Cristal. Ria was impressed at the lavishness of the two executives, each ordering a bottle of top shelf Champagne. The impression was shattered when the bartender returned with two bottles of beer, and Ria realized that Cristal was the name of the local popular brew.

Piston leaned in towards Ortiz and started speaking in a low voice. Despite that, Ria could just barely make out what they were saying. Ria pretended to be working on her laptop as she eavesdropped on the men.

"Jorge, I am really concerned about what is going on. You know, I keep hearing these rumours that Luis didn't die of a heart attack, that he was killed. Gunned down in his own house," Piston said. "I've always been suspicious of the Tabernas, but I've turned a blind eye to it. Now, though, I'm worried that their activities could spill into the racing itself and taint the whole league."

Ortiz looked around the room. "Piston, watch what you say," Ortiz said in English. He then switched to German, "There are people here who shouldn't overhear what you are saying. You are comfortable to speak in German, correct?"

Piston smirked. He said in German, "You know that my mother was German and raised me to speak the language, so yes, if you want to speak German, that's fine."

No doubt the men thought they were safe speaking in German, and language unlikely to be spoken by the others in the bar. They failed to realize that German was one of the languages that Ria spoke. She continued to pretend to work on her laptop while listening to the men's conversation.

Piston continued to speak. "I know that the league was on bad footing when you arrived, and the money that the investors have brought in has been most welcome. Some of the people the investors are pushing us to get mixed up with, though, are dealing in a very murky underworld. If it came to light, the league would be ruined."

Ortiz placed hand on Piston's shoulder. "Piston, don't worry, nothing is going to taint the reputation of this league. We are very careful to protect that. You know that I have a close relationship with our investors, and I can assure you while they know some of the money we are getting is suspect, that for the for the good the league and the good of our more lofty goals, that we are willing to deal with the darkness. Sometimes you have to deal with the devil to get to the greater good."

Piston brushed Ortiz's hand off his shoulder. "What about you, and your reputation? You are a respected lawyer and want to become a politician. You don't think that people like the Tabernas' are going to ruin your chances at that."

Ortiz shook his head, smiling. "Far from it. The problems that South America faces - drugs, violence, rebellion - all these can't be dealt with by just ignoring them or resisting against them with ineffective military or police actions. We need to lift the entire continent, every single person, out of poverty and give them legitimate opportunities. Once that happens, the darkness will fade. I need to deal with these people now so I can make them impotent them later. In this case, the means - working with the enemy - justifies the ends - a stronger Colombia and a stronger Latin America."

Piston frowned and sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Ortiz leaned forward, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder again. "Piston, Latin American needs this Racing series," Ortiz said, switching back to English. "This league is the first of many pan-American initiatives I hope to see implemented. The full strength of this region can only be achieved if all the countries work together to overcome our problems with drugs and armed violence. This league, it gives the region a hope, a belief that we - Latin Americans - can be a strong force together. That is why I work here, and why I work so hard."

Ortiz stood up. "I know you might not care as passionately about the fate of Latin America as I do, but please keep in mind that we are running more than just a racing series here. We are building a region into a first world power." Ortiz smiled and walked out of the bar.

Piston slumped in his chair, looking dejected. Ria considered going over and joining him, so he didn't have to be alone, but before she moved Gabriela had already made her way over from the bar. "You look tense, Mr. Clark," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. She massaged his shoulders. Piston closed his eyes and slowly turned his neck in circles.

Piston opened his eyes and leaned his head back, looking up at Gabriela. "Would you like to join me? You can have Ortiz's beer. He didn't even touch it."

Gabriela said down opposite Piston, smiling. Ria closed her laptop and walked out of the bar.

* *

Ria walked out into the lobby. A number of well-dressed people were enjoying a proper English tea in the afternoon sun of the lobby lounge. Ria saw Isabella standing near the entrance of the hotel, talking to Fernandez. As usual, Carlos was not far away, leaning against the concierge desk while watching Isabella and Fernandez. Across the lobby, Emma and Marisa were chatting. Emma noticed Ria, and called out.

"Ria," Emma called out, her voice echoing throughout the staid lobby of the Ritz-Carlton. Emma didn't notice the disapproving looks from the well-dressed people enjoying high tea in the lobby. "Ria, over here," she called out again. A lady in a full length gown let out a gasp, and a man in a dinner jacket said a barely audible, "Obnoxious Americans."

Ria motioned for Emma to be quiet, and walked over to the two girls.

Emma smiled and hugged Ria, and then extended a hand out and pulled Marisa into the hug as well. "Yay! We are in Chile! How fun is this? We have lots of free time over the next few days, we should totally hang out and party, don't you think?"

Ria and Marisa looked at each other. Marisa raised an eyebrow.

Emma released the girls and pulled a brochure out of her pocket. "So, did you know the area of Santiago we are in is known as Sanhattan, because it is like Manhattan of Chile, with lots of banks and stuff? And there is a bunch of clubs and bars and restaurants just a few blocks from here? This one sounds fun to start - Pub Licity. Get it - PUB LICITY." Emma looked at the girls with wide, puppy dog eyes.

Marisa looked over towards the entrance of the hotel, where Isabella had just finished talking to Fernandez. Isabella started to walk towards the elevators. "Umm, I don't think I can," Marisa said. "I have to run. Why don't get you Carlos to take you out tonight. He seems to like you," Marisa said as she walked away, towards the elevators and Isabella.

Emma sighed, looking at Marisa as she walked away. "I would, but Carlos said he's busy tonight." Emma turned to Ria. "So, just you and me then. Pub Licity sound good to you?"

Ria was watching Carlos. He was looking at Fernandez, but also talking to the Concierge at the same time. The Concierge handed Carlos a piece of paper. Carlos signed it, and handed it back to the Concierge. Carlos walked away from the desk and made a beeline for Fernandez.

Ria continued to watch as Carlos walked across the lobby. "You know, I'd love to Emma, but I am very tired from the flight today." Ria walked away from Emma, looking over her shoulder and calling back, "maybe tomorrow."

Emma's shoulders drooped and her lips formed a pout. Just then, the three Cabo Blanco mechanics walked out from the bar. They smiled at Emma. She smiled back, and then held up her brochure. "Hey, do you boys like Irish pubs?"

Ria undid a button on her top and put on a bright smile as she approached the Concierge desk. The Concierge looked up at her, and Ria saw his eyes head directly to Ria's cleavage.

"Hello there," Ria said. "How are you today?"

The Concierge, his eyes glued to Ria's bosom, mumbled, "fine, thank you."

Ria leaned forward over the Concierge desk and pulled her arms tight against her body, pushing her bosom up and together. The Concierge whimpered.

"Can you answer me a question," Ria asked.

"Of course," the Concierge replied, his voice cracking.

"My co-worker, Carlos, was just over here. Was he asking for restaurant recommendations?" Ria asked.

The Concierge shook his head without his eyes moving their gaze from Ria's chest. "No, he was renting a car," the Concierge said.

"Ah, he's off doing some site seeing then. Is he off to see the wineries, or maybe the mountains?" Ria asked, leaning closer to the Concierge.

"No, he didn't say where he was going, specifically. He did ask the fastest way to the airport, though."

Ria stood up. "Thanks, that'll be all." she said, walking away. She took four steps and then turned around. She walked back to the Concierge's desk and put her elbows down on his desk. He rested her head on her hands, her bosom stuck between her two arms, almost bursting out from her shirt. A big smile came across her face. "Actually, on second thought, I think I need to discretely follow my co-worker. Do you know someone who could drive me?"

The Concierge's lip quivered, and he managed to squeak out the word, "yes."

Ria smiled and looked at the Concierge's name tag. "And tell me, Pepe, would you be the one driving me?"

The Concierge, eyes wide, swallowed and nodded.

* *

As the tongue flicked on Isabella's clitoris, Isabella lost control of her legs. Just for a moment, but long enough that they both gave an involuntary kick into the air. Isabella leaned back, arching her back. Her small breasts, topped by erect nipples, rose up into the air, like rounded mountains rising from the sea crested by red peaks. Isabella let out a long, low moan, and reached down at the head between her legs. Isabella grabbed the thick black hair, and pushed Marisa's face down into her groin, grinding her hips against the soft lips and strong tongue of Marisa.

Marisa's lips wrapped around Isabella's engorged clit, sucking on it like a sweet candy treat. Marisa slid her right arm up towards Isabella's pussy. She ran her fingers along Isabella's lips. The were slick with Isabella's juice, parted open. Marisa slid two fingers into Isabella. Isabella's hips bucked upwards, pushing against Marisa's face. Marisa flicked Isabella's clit with her tongue, and then took it between her lips again. Marisa's fingers worked in and out of Isabella's slick vagina.

Marisa was on all fours on the bed, and she had shoved a pillow between her legs, allowing to rub her pussy and clit against the pillow while she sucked on Isabella's twat. Marisa could feel the edge of the pillow where she was rubbing getting increasingly wet as her pussy became increasingly excited and started to seep.

Isabella called out, "deeper." Marisa pushed her fingers as far as she could into Isabella, burying herself up to the knuckles. Isabella pushed her hips up and against Marisa's hand, wanting more insider her. She held her hips in the air, and started to rotate her hips, causing Marisa's fingers to circle the walls of Isabella's pussy.

Marisa pulled her fingers out of Isabella, and then moved in with her tongue, plunging herself as deep as she could into Isabella. Marisa's tongue soaked up the juice from Isabella's pussy. She tasted creamy with a tang, like butter mixed with lemon. Isabella's hand reached down to her crotch, and she started to finger her clit as Marisa's tongue pushed deep into her.

Marisa's hips were working back and forth on the pillow between her legs with long, slow strokes. The seam of the pillow had worked perfectly in between Marisa's lips, making solid contact with her clit. Each thrust back and forth with her hips gave Marisa a jolt of pleasure as the cotton pillow rubbed along her clit.

Isabella grabbed Marisa's head and pulled it off her crotch. "God, My pussy needs a good, hard, deep fucking," Isabella said.

Marisa lifted herself off the pillow, and stroked her pussy lips. Isabella looked at Marisa's mostly shaved crotch, just a patch of hair atop the pussy, her lips spread wide and clitoris visible, hard and swollen. Marisa smiled. "I can give your beautiful pussy a good and hard licking and fucking with my lips, tongue and fingers, baby, but I'm not sure I have the right equipment for a deep fucking."

Isabella smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Don't be so sure," she said, jumping up from the bed and running over to a suitcase laid out on a stand near the closet. "I brought something that I think will give both of us a good, hard AND DEEP fucking."

Isabella reached into the bag, and then pulled out a massive, black rubber double-headed dildo. Marisa laughed, and lay back on the bed.

Isabella walked slowly over to the bed, seductively stroking the big dildo. Marisa looked at the woman walking towards her. Tall and thin, not an ounce of fat on her with small, perfectly shaped breasts and a smooth, shaved pussy. Her face, stoic and uninviting when at work, softened when they were alone, becoming very expressive, and the emotion most often expressed seemed to be lust.

Isabella similarly examined the girl on her bed. She was small and compact, only a few inches over five feet, with a strong and flexible body with slight curve at her hips and a little flesh on her butt. Her chest billowed out into a large pair of tits, only B cups but on the small girl they looked bigger. Marisa's face was cute, the stereotypical girl next door, but Isabella knew those innocent looks hid well a kinky and sexually expressive girl.

Isabella knelt between Marisa's open legs, and ran on head of the double-headed dildo along Marisa's wet pussy lips. Marisa trembled and moaned, her hips subconsciously rising in the air and pressing closer to the tip of the dildo. Isabella leaned over and kissed Marisa's mouth, their lips parted and tongues grappling. Marisa felt Isabella push the tip of the dildo into her. Marisa gasped as a spasm shook her body. The large dildo slowly worked deeper inside her. Marisa reached out and grasped Isabella, digging her nails into the woman's back.

Isabella put her thumb on Marisa's clit and started to massage it while she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy. Marisa started to push herself up and down on the dildo, and Isabella knew it was time to join Marisa.

Isabella broke off the kiss. She lay on her back and pulled her pussy close to the dildo. Isabella held the double headed dildo in the center and pushed herself down on the second head. She gasped as the large black rubber head squeezed itself into her, and she clawed at the bed spread with her free hand. "Oh God, it's big," Isabella cried out. She rested for a moment, and then she lifted herself off the bed and pressed down onto the double-headed dick. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she cried out as the dildo pressed into her. Isabella pressed herself down until her pussy pressed against her hand holding the black rubber cock.

The two women now shifted around to find a comfortable position, intertwining their spread legs and propping themselves up on their upper backs and elbows to get their hips slightly off the bed and give themselves a little more free movement. Once comfortable, the two women started to thrust themselves up and down on the black rubber of the double-header.

Marisa reached down and placed her fingers on top Isabella's clit, rubbing in synchronously with each thrust of the dildo in and out of Isabella's pussy. Isabella's hand found Marisa's clit, and the two women played with each other as they pressed the dildo in and out of their pussies.

Marisa's left hand reached out, blindly grasping Isabella's leg. Isabella felt the nails on Marisa's left hand dig into the skin of her leg, and the fingers over her clit start trembling. Isabella started to push herself harder and deeper onto the dildo, and pressed her hips up in the air to increase the pressure on her clit from Marisa's hand.

The women exploded in long, simultaneous orgasms. Eyes rolled back in their heads as they were gripped by a feverish ecstasy, conscious control of their bodies handed over to the subconscious, mind passing control to groin. Their legs flailed and kicked helplessly. Their hips ground in a frenzy against each other and the dildo. Their hands blindly and furiously stroking and slapping the other woman's clit. From their mouths, screamed exclamations to God and moaned growls, loud and low.

Slowly, the orgasms which controlled their bodies started to fade, and the women regained control. Panting, sweating, limbs drained of power, the women slowly pulled themselves off the dildo. Marisa crawled up, and lay herself on Isabella's chest. Marisa felt the rise and fall of Isabella's breathing, and her body matched it. As the minutes passed, their synchronized breathing slowed until it returned to normal.

The room was silent except for the woman's soft breathing. Isabella stroked Marisa's hair, kissing the top of her head. Marisa slowly ran her hand up and down Isabella's side, resting her head against her breast and listening to the woman's heart beat. "I could stay like this forever," Isabella said. Marisa responded by giving Isabella's right arm a soft, tender squeeze. The room returned to silence.

The silence was broken by the mechanical buzz of a mobile phone. Isabella reached over to the bedside table, and picked up her phone. She flipped it open, looked at it, and closed it. Isabella kissed Marisa on the head, and Marisa felt Isabella slowly start to rise.