Chapter 20: Negocio Familia

“You two are lucky you can help your familia back in Mexico.” Senor Ricardo was reminding the boys of their obligation to contribute to the family business. Chico Martinez and his brother Juan lived in Los Angeles. Their uncle Ricardo, along with other members of their family, ran a very successful whorehouse in Mexico City. In Mexico, to be a success in the sex business, you needed fresh talent on a regular basis. Once a “worker” becomes well used and/or damaged goods, they get sold to a lesser whorehouse, and so on. Police make the expected arrests at the lower levels to show they are fighting sex-crimes, but those in higher government office and the wealthy know the importance of a high-end bordello. It serves not only them, but the entire community.

Chico and Juan had recently turned eighteen and nineteen, and so they were just starting out in the family business. Their job now was to bring new talent to their uncle. This meant someone new every month, with no legal issues and most importantly, no exceptions.

The best way to do that was to grab a girl on the US side of the border, then bring her over to Mexico with no ID, through a crude tunnel that went a short distance across the US-Mexico border. The delivery date was always the first of the month. Chico felt they should start looking a couple of weeks early. If they found someone early, then they could do what they wanted with her until the delivery date. They had to be careful though. No damaged goods. The girls they delivered must be pristine, though not necessarily a virgin. They’d only been doing the job a few months, but the money and perks were excellent. They’d already grabbed two girls in the past two months. Each had given oral satisfaction for a week before being cleaned up, dressed up, and then led through the tunnel and their ultimate destiny.

The Martinez boys were out cruising in their van, looking for this month’s catch. Their van was full of yard trimming gear; just what you’d expect two Mexicans to have in almost any neighborhood. Mexican girls, especially young illegal ones, were easier to get, but at the other end of the tunnel they would usually reject any Latinos. Oriental and American white girls were preferred. Black girls only on request. Still, you had to be careful. Never grab someone in the same neighborhood twice. Exactly where you grabbed someone had to be in such a way that minimized the chances of someone seeing it happen. To that end, cruising for girls could take forever. They’d see one; then never get an opportunity.

Once you had her, restraint and silence were most important. Keep your prey quiet. Don’t hurt her. To this end they had duct tape. Chico would get in back, by the side doors. When (and if) Juan said “Go!” he’d throw open the doors. The target would be standing right there. He’d grab her and pull her back in with him. The doors would help hide what they were doing. Juan would jump in back, close the doors and help tape her up quickly. They had a big, soft work cloth on the floor there, so she wouldn’t get hurt or scratched up. The boys didn’t need to wear masks. They’d never see the girls again anyway. Chico had noticed the supermarket in Danielson had some pretty good-looking cashiers. Teenagers. He suggested they wait behind the store at closing time. Their hope was to find a lone cashier walking to her car in the darkness and shadows behind the store.

They had less than a week left, and the two absolutely, positively did not want to miss the delivery date. Suddenly, the back door to the supermarket opened, by the loading dock. A single young woman emerged. She looked right. Younger, long hair, slim. Juan put down the binoculars. “Let’s check this one out,” he told Chico. Juan started the van and moved forward. He figured she was heading for that small group of cars. He timed it so as to pass just as she got near. He rolled up behind her, Chico crouched by the side door, ready to spring. Juan slowed, stopped, said, “Go! Go!” Chico threw open the doors. The girl, a young cashier, stopped suddenly, gasped, surprised. In a flash, Juan jumped out and grabbed her. She cried out, but Juan was used to this. One hand over the mouth; the other arm grabbed her around the waist, lifting her so she couldn’t run. He stepped back two steps and then climbed backward into the van, pulling the girl with him. Once inside, Chico fought to control her while Juan climbed in back and grabbed the tape. He taped her mouth first, silencing her. Then they taped her hands behind her, then her ankles. Chico held her down on the work cloth as Juan got back in the driver’s seat. Juan looked around for witnesses. None. Suddenly, the back door of the supermarket opened again. He saw in his mirror another young woman step outside. She also came towards their location. Another senorita cashier going home it looked like.

Juan turned to Chico. “Hold up! Here comes another! Let’s grab her, too! We’ll make twice as much this time!”

Chico said, “Oh yeah? No shit. Well hell yeah! Check around, man ... make sure nobody’s around.” Juan checked all around as the second girl approached. Chico crouched by the side doors again, as the girl on the floor kept moving and making noise.

“Get ready. She’s coming down your side...” Chico had the door barely open. Juan said, “Go! Go!” Chico pushed the doors open, immediately blocking her path. She stopped, surprised, Again, Chico jumped out, grabbed her up and pulled her quickly in back. Juan closed the doors and grabbed the tape. In seconds they had her taped up and secured also. They dropped her next to the first girl. Juan got back behind the wheel and drove quickly, yet carefully away.

They went to their cheap home on the southern outskirts of the city, by the border near to where the tunnel could be accessed from. It was in a remote ranch, old and unused. The leased the land to a local farmer to grow hay for his cattle. Juan drove while Chico kept an eye on the two girls, telling them over and over to keep quiet and stop moving. Still, he had his fun, feeling them up some through their clothes. Both looked like teenage cashiers alright. Juan told Chico he had an idea. “Let’s give the smaller one to Ricardo. The other one, I know a guy in Juarez who’ll pay good money for the other girl to go work in his bar. See, that way if Ricardo gets busted, we still got someone to sell to.” Chico readily agreed.

Chico pulled into the open garage. They dragged the two girls from the van and forced them inside. The two looked terrified. Taped as they were, they couldn’t do much of anything to stop the two brothers from forcing them to shuffle along, then half-carrying them down the stairs into the basement. They were bigger and stronger than either of the two girls. The girls noticed that both men were Latino; early twenties in age maybe. About their age, a little older maybe. Big, muscled. They looked like gang members, with tattoos and shaved heads. Kathy was worried, because she also noticed neither man wore a mask.

Kathy Redwood was 18 years old, a cashier at the Pixie Supermarket for the past six months. Kathy noticed when she first got hired that her creepy boss Mr. Rosewood usually hired only younger teenage girls as cashiers. Well, she didn’t mind. The pay was good and the hours reasonable. Kathy was still a junior in high school. She stood almost 5’6” tall; weighed 131 pounds. Some would say her butt was her best asset, while others felt her 34C breasts were. Kathy may have a few extra pounds, but it’s definitely in all the right places. Old guys always went to her checkout line at the store. Very cute too. She had dark blonde hair to her shoulders. She wore jeans and a polo work shirt from the store.

Tina had come outside second. Tina Shepard was only just eighteen, a new cashier at Pixie. She stood only about 5’ tall, weighed about 95 pounds. Her breasts were rather modest, a 33B, but on her small body they really could make some serious cleavage. Big nipples helped. Tina may be short, but her legs were sexy and her butt was very cute; tight, well-defined. Her red hair was a little longer than Kathy’s. Between Tina and Kathy, Mr. Rosewood thought they were his two hottest cashiers by far. He could zoom in with his security cameras to their chests all day long for some excellent down-blouse views. Though of course, Cindy was a very close third...

Both Tina and Kathy now stood in this basement. They knew each other from work; but these two men were complete strangers. They’d been grabbed in the supermarket parking lot as the store closed. Both now stood in some place who knew where. Scared, not knowing what was going on, what they wanted, why where they being brought here? They were both crying, nervously searching for any means of escape. The basement was bare concrete; a mattress and a couch seemed like the only furniture. A work bench in the corner had some power tools on it. Two sets of florescent lights lit the area. Kathy and Tina kept glancing at each other. What should they do? What should they do? Both girls were terrified; not at all sure of what was going on except that it was definitely not good.

One man walked over to the work bench, picked up a table saw and turned it on and off a couple of times. It made a very, very loud noise. Then the other man stepped up closer and pulled out a big, sharp knife. They grabbed Kathy, cut the duct tape from her hands. They took a rope from the ceiling; a clothesline. They tied her wrists together above her head; left her standing there, arms high. They turned to Tina. She tried to back up from them, but the tape kept her from doing anything except just trying to stay on her feet. They cut the tape from her hands too, then also tied them to a rope from the ceiling like Kathy. The two girls now stood there, arms high as the two men eyed them up and down, walking around them, chuckling and speaking in Spanish. Both girls pleaded through the duct tape over their mouths.

Juan thought the taller one had the better body, for sure. The other girl, being so short, looked a lot younger. She had smaller tits, but they looked OK because she was so small. He tore off the tape from their mouths, then told them angrily to keep quiet. Each got her face slapped to reinforce the order. Juan asked them their ages. Both said 18. Huh. He would have guessed younger. He spoke to Chico in Spanish.

“This one, she’s got some nice tits, but the other one isn’t so bad either.”

Chico replied. “Si, si, nice tits alright. But this one...” slapping Kathy’s butt, “We’ll fuck her but good!”

Both men high-fived each other. Chico said, “We got three days before they start asking for delivery.” He turned to the two girls, went over and stood in front of the shorter one, Tina, smiling. His face turned angry. The girl looked even more scared; cringed back some, hands still tied over her head, feet still taped together. Chico grabbed his knife, held it in front of the girl’s face, terrorizing the two even more. He grabbed her shirt, put the knife to it and cut it open, right up the front. She cringed back some, pleading for him not to. He didn’t need to save her clothing for later; they had jumpsuits for the girls to wear across the border. That was all they needed. Actually, he had no intention of cutting either one. The girls couldn’t be cut up or beat up; they had to be clean, no marks, no bruises. Pristina.

“Please, no! Don’t! Please, no, don’t!” Once her shirt was cut open, Chico cut the shoulders easily as she cried for him to be careful; don’t cut her. He wouldn’t, of course, but he did scare the hell out of her. Chico then pulled the shirt from her. Tina now stood there, a white bra with nice little titties staring right at them all.

Chico slowly closed the knife, reached down and undid the girl’s black pants. He pushed them down, taking Tina’s pink panties with them. This red-headed white girl was cute looking, even though her hair, hanging just below her shoulders, wasn’t really styled at all. Very fair skin. She pleaded, got more vocal. Juan slapped her hard. She cried out. Chico took the tape off of her ankles, then yanked her pants and underwear off. He stared at her young legs as he did; she may be short, but she had nice little girl legs. Nice red-haired bush. He stood as Juan moved behind her, undid her bra. Juan cut the two straps and just like that, she was completely naked. For an average American teenage girl, she had some pretty nice tits. Her sports bra had hidden well what she really had. Each was about a handful; and perky enough that, even with her hands still high over her head, they pushed those cherry nipples of hers outward. The last girl they’d grabbed, last month, had hardly any tits at all. This eighteen-year-old white girl had nice ones, with no tan lines and two big, pink nipples. You could tell those tits had serious cleavage potential. A small gold cross necklace hung down around her neck.

Tina was embarrassed and scared shitless. Her hands were tied above her, she stood there, completely nude, every bit of her clothing cut away or pulled off. What was she supposed to put back on? She tried crossing her legs, her small bush exposed where they could all see. The man grabbed her arms, untied her. He told her to stand there; don’t move. With the other man standing next her too, she didn’t dare. Besides, she was completely naked, trying to cover herself with her arms now.