Chapter 9: School Trip

Sandy Gibbons was a shy eighteen-year-old student at the St John’s Catholic School for Women. Life as a catholic teenage schoolgirl was, for the most part, extremely boring. When the school announced a trip to Venezuela to visit a remote Catholic School there, Sandy jumped at the chance. With help from her parents and a lot of luck, she ended being one of the ten girls selected to go on the trip. Also selected was her best friend, Janice Robbins. For both of them, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to them, ever.

The group, led by Sister Evelyn and Sister Joyce, would travel to Caracas, then by car to the church near Maracaibo. All seemed to be in order as the day approached. Of course, the secretary in the office who made the travel plans was getting pretty forgetful in her older years. They would soon find out all the little details she’d overlooked.

The flight landed in Miami, and of course the flight to Caracas had left ten minutes earlier. The twelve sat around the Miami terminal all night, eating junk food and trying to sleep. The next morning, they got on the flight to Caracas and got through customs pretty easily. Janice had hidden a joint her brother gave her, in her tampon box. Luckily, she got through with no hassles.

At the airport in Venezuela, it was HOT! The girls were all amazed at just how hot and humid it was. Luckily, they were wearing their school outfits, and the skirts helped keep things cool down below. But the vest and the heavy skirt material didn’t help at all. Sister Evelyn came back. “Well, there isn’t anyone coming. They thought we were coming yesterday. I’ll see if I can get us a taxi or something.” A few minutes later she waved at them, and all the girls came and piled into a small taxi van. With their bags on top, the small car drove away.

They bumped down highways, then backroads, then after about three hours they were even going down dirt roads. The driver seemed lost, but he kept acting like he knew where they were going. They came to a town and stopped. It was a small place. Everyone climbed out, sore and cramped from that crowded, bumpy ride. While the two sisters and the driver tried to figure out where they were, the girls looked around. Janice grabbed Sandy’s arm. “Come on! I got a surprise for you!” She pulled her down an alley, turned a corner, then another corner. She didn’t want anyone to smell the marijuana when she lit up that joint. She pulled it out, Sandy said, “Holy shit! You didn’t!” then helped her with the matches that Janice had grabbed at the airport.

They stood there, taking in big deep breaths, getting really high. At first, they couldn’t tell, so they smoked most the whole thing. Then it hit them both, and they could hardly stop laughing now.

Suddenly two men stepped around the corner behind them. Big, local men, older grown-ups. They looked very angry. Oh shoot, the girls thought. They turned to move back, but another man stepped out of a doorway behind them. They started with, “Oh, um, sorry, sorry, we’re just leaving por favor...”

The one man said in a loud, angry voice with a heavy Spanish accent, “Just what the fuck do you think you are doing in my alleyway?!” The girls didn’t move. They just kept looking around at the three men, not sure what to say. “We, um, I mean, we were just, we were just...” The man shook his head, like he was trying to decide what to do with them. “OK you two. Inside ‘till we figure out what to do about this.”

The girls argued that they needed to get back to their group, just around the corner, but the men all forced them through the door into the apartment. Janice and Sandy were both certain that they were going to get in big trouble now.

Inside, the door closed. The three men stood around, talking to each other in Spanish. Sandy knew only a little bit, having barely passed Spanish class two years ago. Two of the men moved behind Sandy and Janice. They moved in close, then they started to hold their arms behind them. They kept saying, “It ok. It ok. Shh. Ok.” Sandy suddenly was being held with her arms behind her. She couldn’t get free. She started saying, “Hey! Let go! Let go of me!” The man holding her held his other hand over her mouth so she couldn’t talk or yell! Janice was the same way she saw. Janice struggled too, but neither of them could get free. The third man came up, holding a big piece of duct tape. He pressed it over her mouth, the did the same to Janice. The two girls struggled, but the three men managed to get their wrists tied with rope behind them. Once they had them tied, one man got on an old phone and called someone.

As they talked in Spanish on the phone, the other two walked around Sandy and Janice. They kept trying to lift their skirts higher, but they kept pulling away until finally they were caught in a corner together. The man on the phone hung up. “Hold on,” he said to the other two. Sandy couldn’t hardly understand them; something about leaving now, and dinero, or money or something. The men seemed disappointed. They grabbed Sandy and Janice, led them through a couple of different doors. They came out onto a driveway, with a box truck parked there. They made them get in the back, then just closed the big door. Suddenly the truck started to move, knocking both girls right down to the floor. It was brutally hot in here. They could hardly breathe; sweat poured from them. The truck bounced and lurched in every direction, driving for a very long time.

Suddenly, it stopped. The door was opened and they were dragged out, sweating profusely. Two new men stood there with the first three. They looked the girls over. The whole time they’d been in the truck, Sandy just knew they were being kidnaped, maybe sex slaves or something worse. When the new man handed the three an envelope, she knew it had just happened. They were taken inside. She heard the truck drive way.

Where Sandy and Janice were was in a very exclusive club. This part of the country did a lot of drug trade. It brought excellent revenue, so the local officials didn’t mind; just part of their tax economy. This club was for certain plantation owners, a men’s club. Here they could drink and be entertained by local girls dancing on the stages. These girls ranged in age from twelve to twenty. If one wanted, he could select a dancer to be his waitress. She’d come over for a lap dance, and for a very hefty tip he could take her in back to one of the small rooms they had for this sort of business.

Carmen Sanchez ran the Bingo Club. When his brother had called about the two white girls, he’d immediately started his plan in motion. See, he’d told the men in his family that if they ever grabbed a white tourist, they should call him. He’d pay good money to see she gets safely home. Safely home of course being his auction table. It had been several months now since their last auction. That had been some white French lady in her forties. She looked good and sold for a good price.

Now Carmen was looking at two pristine dream girls. Teenage Catholic schoolgirls, in school dress, both blonde, both Americans. This was going to make him big, big bucks. First thing he did was get Maria to take them upstairs and clean them up for auction. Maria came down with a few of her assistants. They led the two girls upstairs. Maria and Toni both spoke English. They told the two girls they had been grabbed by mistake. Now they had to clean them up so they could go back. There were rich men downstairs with money and jets. They wanted to take them home. “So, you must look your best, little ones!”

They made the two Americans get undressed and take a shower. After that long, hot ride, it was a welcome relief. Maria looked at their skirts and blouses, went in back and came out with replacements. Same color and pattern, the skirts were just much shorter. The blouses were plain white like the first ones, but they were two sizes too small. She told the others to throw away the old clothing. She didn’t bother keeping the vests, underwear or knee socks. She had special lingerie for them here.

Maria walked into the room where the girls were drying off from taking the shower. They were still unsure of everything, still asking a lot of questions. Maria told them to put on these clean clothes. “You will go home soon, very soon. While we wait, let us fix your make-up some.” They had chairs and equipment just like a hair salon and spa. Though still scared, the girls sat down and tried to relax. The lady seemed sincere. She hoped they were going home soon. All these ladies kept gabbing away in Spanish, doing her nails, brushing her hair, as Sandy tried to stay calm.

About an hour and a half later, two men came in. They grabbed the girls from the chairs, pushed and shoved them down a stairway to the main floor. They came out behind the bar area. Curtains led to a walkway, the very long bar counter that wound it’s way around the room and came back through curtains at the other end of the bar. A man dressed in white stood by the curtain. With a big cigar in his mouth, he spoke to her in a heavy accent. He held the curtain back some. “Look, you see? That bar is your walkway. You walk down that wooden walkway, all the way, without stopping, until you get to the end, over here.” He made sure they both understood. They kept asking why, when were they going home. The man in white got very angry. “You go home when I say you go home! Until then, you work for me! You do what I tell you to do!”

He grabbed Sandy by her hair. “You! You take the walk now. You walk slowly. When you walk, you move those hips of yours around a lot. Keep your hands on your hips, and shake that little ass of yours! You don’t, we hurt you bad after.” The man undid her blouse completely, pulled it out so it hung open, exposing her chest and a lot of her boobs. One thing Sandy had was some rather excellent breasts. I mean outstanding knockers. The short skirt already showed most of her legs. She was wearing this very sexy-looking bra and panties. Very see-through. He shoved her towards the entrance. “Now move!”

Sandy didn’t know what to do. She looked at Janice, who looked just as baffled as she was. She could hear all these men out there, carrying on. She saw a young Latino girl come through the curtain after taking “the walk”. God, she was young. Sandy felt like she was being put into some kind of stripper show, yet she still had on her school outfit, sort of. The man grabbed Janice, nodded for her to get moving. Sandy did, slowly opening the curtain and going through. Just once around this wooden bar, right? Oh crap! The walkway looked much longer now. In wound all over before coming back. She saw a Latino girl about halfway around. Men were all grabbing at her! Sandy was almost hyperventilating. She pressed her lips together and started to walk. The closest group of men stopped, staring at her as she moved by. The next group did too, whistling. All the way down this runway men were standing quiet, staring at her as she walked by with her hands on her hips. Some tried reaching out to her leg. She’d move to the side, trying not to knock anyone’s drink over. She was in her bare feet, and the bar was wet and slippery. She was scared to death she’d slip and fall into one of these degenerates’ arms. She somehow managed to keep her balance, avoiding getting grabbed and making it all the way around, crying in fear the whole time. In back again, crying in tears, she saw Janice get pushed through the curtain to start her turn. The men outside stared cheering again. Apparently, her and Janice were a big hit.

Truth was, this bar rarely saw anything except poor local girls forced to dance, strip and have sex. The girls never saw any money; they just had to do it. Now the club had two white American teenagers, blonde too. The bar would be packed for nights as they danced and stripped. But management made it clear- these two Americanos weren’t to be touched. They would go by auction to the highest bidder, and the price wasn’t cheap. The two highest bidders would get the girls.

Janice and Sandy were forced to change clothes every so often. They were always walking the bars. There were actually two bars, one here and one in another large room behind them. They were forced to walk both. They were all the same. Drunk, grabby men calling to them in Spanish, trying to touch them all the time. A bouncer told Janice that every third time around from now on, she had to stop at each brass pole. She had to hold it, bend way over and shake her behind at the customers. He watched her do it the first few times, telling her how to do it right. He said “Don’t forget. Every third time.” Sandy was forced to do the same. Their skimpy clothing hid nothing. Seeing these young, American teenagers doing this was driving the men crazy.

The men loved that the white teens were scared to death and always crying. It was so much fun trying to touch a leg or a thigh or even a breast. They had to do this every night from 4pm to 3am. On the third day, Janice was forced to go by the brass pole, then take off the bikini she was wearing. They made her move her body around as she did. Men cheered everywhere. The bouncer, satisfied, sent her walking the rest of the way around, still nude, holding her bikini high up. Then it was Sandy’s turn.

Business at the bar boomed. After a week of this, Janice and Sandy were certain that forced prostitution was next. They had to walk, dance provocatively, even strip partially or completely nude. They were both terrified together, eating any scrap of food that came their way. They were treated well, though. Their off-duty room was plain but clean. They had to take a shower and get their make-up done before every shift. There was a rack of clothing. When you were next, you simply took the next thing on the rack and put it on. It didn’t matter if it was too big or even way too small; you had to wear it. She’d been given these high heels to wear. Now her butt always stuck out more. For a week they walked, danced and stripped at the club. Then one night, half the club was closed. Instead of the usual customers, a smaller group of men were sitting at the bar, each small group separated by a few chairs. Every girl there walked by first, the Latino girls first. They had to walk in high heels while completely nude. They all went out, walked by the five small groups, turned around and paraded back inside. A few of the younger ones were led away.

Sandy and Janice now had to do this. Both wore bikinis that barely hid anything. They were told to walk by once, being sure to walk in a very sexy way if they ever wanted to leave this place. At the end, the were to remove the bikinis, then walk one foot in front of the other, hands behind them, making their boobs sway as their chests pushed forward. Out they went. The room was very quiet compared to regular nights. Some men talked to each other. Sandy led, making her hips move left and right as she walked with her hands on her hips, like she did any other time. Except nobody tried to reach out and grab either girl. Sandy wore a black bikini. Janice had a white bikini. At the end, they both turned and removed their bikinis by simply undoing the strings. Holding the bikinis behind them, they walked again like before, completely nude, in front of the same men again.

When they were done, they asked the woman in charge what did this mean? Were they going home soon? Janice had to put her bikini bottoms on and walk out again. Then Sandy had to do the same thing. At one point, the bouncer made Sandy come out and sit down on the edge of the bar, her legs spread apart. A man came up, took his finger and pressed it to her vagina. She jumped at first, but knew she could do nothing to stop him. He felt inside her a little, then came out and said “Ella es virgen.” She was told to go in back. They checked Janice next, same result.

Back stage, the two talked briefly. Janice told her they had made her sit down too, and the same guy had done the same thing to her. The man in the white coat came over eventually. He stood in front of them.

“Listen to me very carefully. These men are bidding on the right to take you home. You are both very beautiful, and very expensive. When we announce the winner, you will step forward and go with him. He will take you home. You may or may not go together. You do exactly what I say, or you won’t ever leave my club, you hear me?!”

They both nodded. They were still confused. Janice said, “Wait! Do you mean our home? They’ll take us to where we live?”

The man turned, grinning. “No, pequeno. You will go to his home. There, he will make you into a real woman. Don’t you worry, though. Once they’re through with you, you will come back here to me. Hehehehe...”