Drug Lord's Gifts

What I found instead of cause for worry, was a large, thoroughly taped up, cardboard box with no shipping label that had been delivered some time during the day. I knew I hadn't ordered anything by mail order, so it wasn't my doing. I strongly suspected Anna and Maria couldn't have ordered it either, so I doubted it was theirs. So what?

The girls swarmed around me, asking all the time what I'd ordered. So I guessed my next move was open it and see if the contents held any clue.

***

Lying atop everything else was a typed note from Mr. Espino, I suspected written by somebody else because there was no Mexican accent to it, not even the slight hint I'd heard in his voice that day out in the sagebrush.

Mr. Worden:

I thank you for saving my life and taking care of that other matter without asking questions.

I have these two girls I don't want and don't know what else to do with them. One is pretty enjoyable, the other I can't get to shut up and she drives me loco. I can beat her little more without killing her, but nothing makes much difference. So I give them to you. If they give you too much trouble, or you get tired of listening to that one talk all the time, call me and I'll have my men get rid of her. In fact, let me know and I'll get rid of either of them who does less than your wish.

They are yours to do with as you see fit, except you must not just turn them free because they owe a debt to me, and to let them go free as if they did not, that might give others who owe me money the idea they can run out on me with impunity.—Impunity? What Mexican drug lord would use that term?—Anyway, you can have more enjoyment if you keep them and don't beat them too much.

In this box I'm sending things I think you might use to increase your enjoyment. My men and I found them useful and those women learned quickly how to use them.

Thank you again for saving my life. I now give you two lives in return for you saving mine.

Carlos

So? I looked from Anna to Maria's face and back. Both women smiled. Was that a thankful smile? Or just a keep us away from Senior Espino smile?

In a moment, both were fiddling with the box's flaps, so I figured now was time to see what else Mr. Espino thought I needed for enjoying the rest of my new life.

First out of the box was an assortment of clothes that looked as if they'd fit these girls. They reacted as if they had seen most of them already. Shortly, each had a small pile next to her on the sofa.

Next came more girlie stuff, but of the scanter, wispier nature, the type one sees in Frederick's catalogs and on those websites women love to humiliate their men for looking at. So, okay, already! I'll admit I've looked. Hasn't every normal guy? Anna and Maria looked at me as if to ask if I had, and if they should put on samples. I shook my head and reached in to see what else he'd sent.

Next? A collection of dildos, some of them big enough to frighten a Clydesdale mare, and others long enough to reach clear up to tickle a woman's throat. I wondered if Anna and Maria had used something like these before, because if that's how I had to perform, they'd be sadly disappointed.

Next came a dozen or more negligees, more thongs, a couple dozen next-to-nothing bras, bikini sets, several dozen pairs of very tall, straight-ankle platform heels, and four pairs of knee-high toe boots with no heels at all.

What else? The box was empty except for a small amount of packing material. No condoms? No birth control pills? Well, never mind. I could handle that if I ran through my meager stock, and I was yet a way off from that!

I looked over at them, now, and shook my head, but Anna caught my unconscious quip about no condoms or BC pills.

"Not need, not want," she said.

"What?"

"Rubber things and píldoras."

Took me a moment to de-Spanish that.

"We good, you check. Cannot make babies. When we get big titties, doctors make other fix. Never can make babies now." She looked down; I interpreted her expression as sadness mixed with fear.

My "Oh" came slowly as they both avoided my gaze.

"We make you like Anna and Maria even if we no make babies, yes? I sorry can't make you many boy babies. So sorry. You no send us back to Senior Espino, por favor?"

What could I say to that? The thought of my high school's Lola Mitchell flitted across my mind. Something had gone wrong inside her, but after whatever the doctors did to fix that, every hormone-raging guy in my class wanted a date with her. Just a small change like that! She was such a nice girl, but how would she ever know why a particular boy wanted to date her? Companionship? Or only a safe lay?

Both Anna and Maria looked up tentatively. I gave them my best supportive expression. It got them past their revelation and what that could have meant for the three of us. Both grasped for clothes from the box, ready, it appeared, to model them for me.

***

I awoke next morning feeling drained, as if I'd been up all night having sex with Anna. Yes, I had a small supply of condoms on hand, although I don't know why.

What I didn't expect was to find Maria sleeping along the other side of me. I think it was Anna's hand fiddling with my groin that woke me. I kept pushing her hand away to stop that, and she did until I drifted off to sleep once again, but then began again. I guess I could have gotten up, gone out and slept on the sofa, but a real man must stand his ground, right? So I persevered.

Anna moved just a little, then stretched over and kissed me. "G'morning, Senior Worden," she whispered.

Yes, it probably would be if I just managed to rustle up the energy required. She kissed me again, and her hand came back to playing with my half-hearted erection.

"What's Maria doing in bed with us?" I said.

"Oh, I not think you no like. We always like sleep together, even when we little girls. Maybe it 'cause we think we twins it seem so nice, like we just should always together be."

What about when we make love, I wondered. She must have seen that question on my face.

"Rudy? He tell us he take us to Estados Unidos, he find good money jobs for us in California. We be twins, make much money. Men like twins."

"So you and Maria are not really twins?"

"We think so are. We always be together and look same, but not sure."

"But your parents?"

"No parents. Mother died now. Father? Who knows? Momma, she have job like we have with Rudy. But she have long time in Mexico."

"So, when did your mother die?"

"Uh, siete anos, when we doce, think. She so sick long time, then one day she dead."

Oh! So these girls had likely seen that side of life? No wonder I looked so good to them. Maria turned over and put her hand on my chest.

"Good morning, Senior Worden," she said. "You like Maria now?"

How is an ethical man to answer that, knowing what Anna had just told him? The fact she stretched up and kissed me didn't help with my dilemma.

"Maria?" Anna said. "He still mine. You wait."

"Why me wait? You just want him more time."

Anna giggled and kissed me again. "Anna sure do!"

***

I'd never liked condoms. Since I only worked four days to get in my 40 hour week (at least sometimes), I decided a Friday trip to the County Nurse for the girls and me made sense. Since Anna and I'd always used a condom, I figured I must still test negative, but fair was fair, and if I wanted my new house-mates bareback, I should get tested, too.

So, after much explanation by me, and lots of apology and tears from Anna and Maria, we all went and got tested. Other than Maria's slight infection from Mr. Espino's beatings, bruises, and abrasions—which caused lots of government questions and paperwork about abusive relationships—all three of us came out negative. What a relief! Condoms don't cover all my imagination hoped I'd enjoy doing with Anna!

If the old body-fluid-to-body-fluid guideline holds, then anything other than condomed dick work could get you infected. Try not kissing someone as inviting as Anna, or sucking her breasts! Temptation with a capital T, that described it. So now we were tested, sure, and with me keeping track of the them in my house, well, I thought we were pretty safe barebackin'. Sure would have been nice, though, if sailors and other travelers hadn't brought VD back home to Europe from the Orient during Mediaeval times.

That evening we got our results back, Anna insisted we celebrate, and I'm sure you can guess how. The following morning Maria insisted I celebrate with her, too.

Boy, did I have it made! Beautiful partners, eager partners, knowledgeable partners, and two of them! I guess I held my end up well enough, although the whole weekend we never got out of the house. I suppose come Monday morning, I looked as if I'd spent the whole weekend in bed with over-sexed women. I didn't mind. Really!

***

Monday evening when I got home, Anna cornered me

"Maria and I we play with things Senior Espino send," she said with a pronounced giggle. I figured they'd had those didos up their asses and pussies most of the day.

"I hope you washed them real good first."

"Oh no, we not put in us. We only pretend and wish. That plenty. You home so now we put you in us instead."

I shook my head, a slow shake to show it was more a case of not yet instead of not at all tonight.

"You not like Anna and Maria?"

"Trouble is I like you too much."

"Not too much for us, right, Maria?"

Maria shook her head, too, one of those slow shakes that says sooner the better rather than not at all or never or much later after we get used to the idea.

Anna turned toward me and pulled me down to her lips. The kiss she hung on me left no doubt where her preference lay.

"You like Anna while I make supper, si?" Maria said.

"Let me wait until after supper."

Anna shook her head. "Why we wait?"

"Let me rest up. I'm still tired from last night."

"I help you rest, si? I help you rest real good.. I help you rest so good you make Maria tired after supper."

Oh, crap!

She took my hand and tugged me toward the bedroom hall.

"Un hora," Maria said to our backs. "Un hora, en la cena, then I treat you very nice. I try treat you nice as you treat me."

We hadn't quite gotten the bedroom door closed when it cracked open again. "Here, Anna. Show him more what Senior Espino send in box, okay?"

Anna just giggled, skidded the box in, and closed the door.

So, then the style show began. Actually, it wasn't so much style show as a body show. What little she put on only emphasized what she was when naked. And talk about flirt! I may have still suffered fatigue from last night's activities, but not enough to keep me from responding.

"Ooh, look-see you!" Anna said as she turned around with a baby-doll on, that like the other stuff, hid nothing and emphasized everything. She came to me, put her arms around me, and rubbed her self—her entire self, I'd swear—against me. "Ooh, Senior Matt, you make Anna wish she be virgin for you. I bet you make Maria feel even better if she virgin, too."

"You can't be, so quit worrying about it. If you were any sexier, I couldn't stand it. Besides, you talk too much, woman! Get that stuff off and get on the bed, okay?"

"Okay Anna wear shoes? Make legs look longer and more sexier? Make Senior Matt want fuck her more better?"

What could I say to that?

She scrambled to the center of the bed, lay back, and put her legs up in the world renowned welcome, Lover, 'V' position. The smile on her face matched the one I know filled mine just as well.

"Por favor, Senoir Matt? Make Anna full with Matt. Es best, and Anna want so much she think she die if you not inside muy pronto."

Chapter 2

Anna collapsed on top of me, exhausted from forty-five minutes of pounding herself against me and driving my penis into her just as deep as she could make it reach. She gave one last groan, followed by a soft moan as she ran out of energy.

"Oh, Senior Matt," she sighed. "How one muchachita am so much lucky?"

"Not luck, you're just one fine woman who makes this man love you and want you."

"Not so much as I want you. Oooh, I want you ... always!"

I just lay there marveling that I could be so lucky, too, lucky enough I could make her want me this much.

"You are one sexy muchacha, Anna. Very sexy. Very beautiful, Very womanly."

"Not virgin, though. I wish be virgin for you. Maria wish she virgin, too."

I saw tears start in the corners of her eyes. I had to get her and her sister off this virginity preoccupation. I cared nothing at all if she was a virgin, or a baby-maker, or not. What I cared about was how good she made me feel, and how good I made her feel, and how many times in the rest of our lives we did that for each other. But her tears showed no sign of retreat, so I figured I better do something.

"I don't need virgins. Or babies."

Anna looked into my eyes now.

"I got what I need. I got what I want. I got you and Maria."

"But if we make babies for you, you want us be virgin then, yes?"

I shook my head. "After the first try, you'd no longer be virgin, anyway. Neither would Maria. A woman doesn't always make a baby the first try, you know."

"No?"

"No. And you said babies—more than one, right? So even if I made a baby in you the first try, then for your second baby, you couldn't be a virgin. Maria, neither."

That thought seemed new to her, and set her back. She scrunched her face around, trying to accept this revelation.

"So. I don't want babies, and I don't want virgins. All I want is you wrapped around my penis. And Maria, too. That make sense?"

Anna blinked a dozen times, then put some look of understanding on her face.

"It okay then? Anna and Maria not virgins? Can't make babies? You not just say so make we feel better?"

"You gotten stupid or something? How many times I gotta tell you? I—don't—want— virgins. I-don't-want-babies. Got it?" Maybe I got a bit too emphatic when I said this.

"Really? We not virgins many times, yes?"

I nodded. I figured with a guy like Rudy as their first guardian and Senior Espino's men as their later guardians, more likely a thousand times a year would be the situation. All I cared about was that they had no diseases and that whatever hangups they might have earned along the way, interfered little with my enjoyment—or theirs.

"What counts now is I like you the way you are. I like Maria the way she is. And I hope you like me the way I am. Simple? Past is past. Now is now, and tomorrow is tomorrow."

"But what about babies?"

"Maybe babies some day—if you still like me long enough, and if a doctor helps."

"Oh, we like plenty long enough! Every day and every night and ever all time we like you."

I shook my head, and it wasn't one of those soft, slow shakes of indecision or semi-agreement.

Just then the bedroom door latch clicked and its hinges creaked. "Supper es ready," Maria said softly through the door's opening. "He like you real good. Anna? Anna like you muy bueno, Senior?"

I nodded against Anna's face.

"Come on, Azucar Matt," Anna said. "I give you quick shower. Maria, we cinco minutes. You like?" I wasn't so sure I liked the thought of a shower that short, but Anna gave me a kiss which changed my mind. The fact that Maria followed us into the bathroom and fondled me as Anna adjusted the shower temperature helped, too.

***

I usually tried to keep an hour free after supper before my second woman of the evening led me off to bed. Of course that wasn't easy because at least one, and usually both, dressed in their most fetching outfits, tried to distract me with a brief show of female form, and then one or both cozied up to me where I sat. A few moments of that was more than my body could ignore, particularly with kisses and fondling of my sensitive me in sensitive places.

I'd push their hands away, but it's tough to push a kiss away.

"You not want Maria?" she asked.

"Give me a minute, okay?"

"Maybe you want Anna instead."

"What I want is a rest."

The Oh that came from both of them said, We're not getting anywhere with him. Both pulled back just enough I wondered what they'd try next.

"Maybe you like Anna and Maria better if we more smarting ... like you?" Maria said.

Where the hell was she going with this?

"Anna wish she more smarting, all the time."

"You're plenty smart."

"We just know how to like you. Now we want know ever'ting else. Todo!"

"And talk good Inglace, like you, too," Maria chimed in.

"My English isn't very proper."

"Better than our speak. Too much you make questions back say you not understand what we just say."

I shrugged. "Okay, I'll try to improve your English. That what you want?"

"We want." She gave a firm nod; so did her sister, so I nodded, too.

"We want learn numbers, too," Anna said, her gaze finding my eyes and firmly planting in them.

"We want to learn numbers, too," I said, figuring if I was to correct their English, now was as good a time as any to start.

"We want to learn numbers, too. You teach us?"

"Will you teach us would sound better, but it's common to leave the will out, now a-days."

"Will you teach us?"

"Certainly."

"Now? Yes?"

They both pulled back slightly as if looking for confirmation. So I put on just a hint of a smile. Anything to reduce the immediacy of what else I figured they'd add to the mix as soon as they figured I'd recovered enough.

Anna moved in, though, and kissed me on the cheek. When that woman kissed you, it was like her whole body moved against you, so my senses spun back into Never-Never-Landagain.

"And you teach us read English, too?"

"And I will teach you to read English, too."

"And you will teach us to read."

"Yes."

"And read Spanish, too?"

"I promise I will teach you as much Spanish as I know, but don't get your hopes up too high, on that. Okay?"

"Oh, Senior Matt, we love you so much! You so nice treat us. That is way to say?"

"I love you, too. You treat me so nice. That is the way I'd say it.

For that I got two more body kisses, and found I had recovered, somewhat.

***

As I lay there with my partial recovery spent for the second time that morning, It dawned on me that what these women really needed was school—to go to school. But how? An adult education and GED program? Maybe at the junior college or at some of the slum area high schools? I'd heard some had GED programs.

But no way that could happen. Anything involving the school system required they have social security numbers, which they didn't have, and I suspected they couldn't get without endangering the fact they were here and likely were illegal aliens. No, I sure as hell didn't want to risk that—not to mention risk losing the two best examples of womanhood any man ever had in his bed.

What else? I stewed over that for the rest of the week before aiming my thinking toward something over the internet that might work. But could Anna and Maria read and speak enough English to even get started doing that? How about numbers and arithmetic? Well, I could coach them enough to get them started ... if I could keep us out of bed long enough!

But then I had another brainstorm. These women had almost nothing to do from the time I left for work until I returned, right? Could I find them some sort of gratis job in a private kindergarten? Maybe that way they could earn what they learned without leaving traces back to the government. How about that? What about that pre-school I saw the sign for hanging on one of the Catholic churches I drove past most days on my way to work? Sure, my girls were no more Catholic than anything else—in fact none at all. But maybe?