Chapter 5

We stopped on the way home and bought three vans, paying to have them delivered to the villa by this evening. We now had forty girls and Ernesto, a 100% increase in just a week, and another nine girls and three boys who would be cleared to work by this weekend. There were two messages waiting when we got home. The first was from Kasumi. She had talked with the mayor when he got back from a meeting, and he told her to go ahead and sell me the equipment. I could pick it up anytime tomorrow. She left the address and the price.

The second call was from the manager of one of the 4-star tourist hotels where our young girls usually had one or more appointments each night. He appreciated the way the girls dressed and acted when they arrived for their appointments, unlike some of the women their guests brought back to the hotel. He wanted to know if we had any connections with any of the local brothels that would be able to provide a similar service with older girls for his guests. They were tired of sluttily or half-dressed girls traipsing through the lobby and upsetting their guests. The manager was gone when we returned the call but had left word with the night manager, so I arranged an appointment for lunch tomorrow to see just what he wanted.

After dinner, the four new guys and four of the older girls each chauffeured a vehicle full of our girls to their appointments. Once again, Ernesto had three appointments scheduled. Part of the reason was because he was overwhelmed that he could earn so much money. Before, he’d only earned a dollar or two and his father had frequently sent him with five or six different men in a day. The other reason was that we got at least half a dozen calls for young boys every day and he wanted to satisfy as many potential customers as he could. He had two friends he hoped to talk into joining us, along with the three boys who had joined us today. Corrina told me that we would end up with about a third as many calls for young boys as we did for young girls once word got around that we had them available.

Once they left, Corrina and I visited the studio with Luisa and made another film with her, introducing Catalina as the neighbor girl Lupe that Celia had been whispering to. Lupe wanted to experience sex for herself. I took Luisa first to give Catalina a chance to change her mind while she could. The penetration was only slightly easier this time than last, even though Luisa had worked the six-inch dildo inside of herself completely three times every day. Her eyes bugged out when I hit her cervix, something the six-inch dildo couldn’t quite reach. I took it slow, for my sake as well as hers. I felt like my cock was encased inside of a soda straw as I slid back and forth in her recently deflowered pussy. I noticed that Luisa got a dark flush on her chest right before climaxing each time, something to remember to help me time my own climax.

Catalina was a total novice at sex. She’d had little exposure to it other than listening to other kids around her talk about it. Her stepmother basically threw her out of the house with a small bag full of her clothing after her father died. She knew that the only thing she could do to provide for herself was to work as a prostitute, and while watching some of the ladies working the streets, heard them talking about a new brothel that was hiring and that took good care of the women who worked there. She was naïve enough that she didn’t even realize she was too young to legally work as a hooker.

Her naiveté came across well on film, first as she watched Luisa getting fucked, and then during her own initiation. First, I had her lick Luisa’s cum-filled pussy and swallow everything. We stopped filming when she finished so that I could hold her and calm her down. When we started again, she put on her game face and gave it her best shot, sucking my cock clean of Luisa’s and my combined cum.

She braced herself when it was time for her deflowering, but I caught her completely off guard when I went down on her. Her inexperienced body was soon writhing and panting on the bed as I took her through a series of orgasms, worrying her hymen a little more each time she peaked. The worried look on her face when she felt the tip enter her was quickly replaced by a look of surprise when I easily (well, popping her cherry was easy, but she was still tight) tore through her weakened maidenhead and found myself halfway in her virgin slit. The look of surprise soon turned to one of lust as she reveled in the feeling of fullness between her thighs. Having experienced but a little of the pain everyone in the room expected, she quickly became an active and vocal partner, finally gasping for air as her young body went through a series of aftershocks from her jism-induced orgasm. Once again, Ana and Carlita got close-ups of the pink-tinged froth on my cock and around her pussy, and zoomed in on Luisa as she cleaned the both of us.

Afterwards, Carlita showed me the title pages she’d done up for what they’d shot so far. The ones about Luisa would be titled “Celia” and then something else. The first one would be “Celia’s Birthday Present.” The video we just shot would be “Celia and Her Friend Lupe.” The series with Monique and friends would be “Cock Teasers to Cock Pleasers.”

For now, any films of other young girls would be incorporated into the “Household Staff,” series. Since I didn’t know what the MCH stood for in MCH Productions, I asked. The three girls grinned conspiratorially, looking back and forth at each other trying to decide who got to explain.

“Never mind,” I said, “I figured out what it stands for.”

“What?” Corrina asked as the girls blushed.

“Mike and Corrina Hyatt,” I replied. Now it was Corrina’s turn to blush, quite a feat considering just how dark her tan made her already dark skin.

“Go ahead and use it,” I commented, getting stunned looks from the ladies, followed by a curious look from Corrina.

I took this moment to change the subject and ask all the ladies quietly (so that Luisa and Catalina didn’t hear) what they thought about using Cora Maresca for a snuff film. I’d made sure to let them see her taped confession of the murders of the three families and all the children. There had been no remorse in her voice, and she commented that she’d do it again without hesitation. They were livid about her getting away with it, and now I was offering them a chance to do something about it. They wanted more details, but I had no more to offer. I hadn’t watched the films we’d received yet, and wasn’t really sure how, when, or where I wanted to do it if they were willing to tape it.

“Will there be more?” Meire asked.

“There won’t be any unless everyone here agrees to do it. I don’t want anyone to agree if they don’t really want to do it. If everyone agrees, there might be more. I know of two similar situations, and will let everyone decide on those, too,” I explained.

“What if we know someone?” Meire asked nervously.

That was a surprise. “Same rule, everyone has to agree,” I told her.

“The Vagabunda?” Carlita asked. Meire nodded.

“My stepmother told me that she killed my mother to get her hands on my father and that she’d do the same thing to me if I ever gave her any trouble,” Meire explained tersely.

“If everyone agrees, we’ll invite her over for dinner and see if she really did. If so, I don’t mind helping you get back at her,” I said. The vote to do the film with Cora was unanimous, as was the vote to do the same with Meire’s stepmother if she did kill Meire’s mom. Meire gave me the address of her dad’s business. Both of them worked there and Elaine, the stepmother, worked the counter, and was always flirting with any guy she thought might be wealthy. Meire was sure I could lure her away for a quiet rendezvous if I flashed enough cash. I promised to see what I could arrange.

I also asked if any of them knew someone who could photograph about four hundred people in the next two or three days. I would need a portrait and a full-length nude shot of each of the girls and guys working for us as prostitutes, and a portrait of everyone else who worked for us. I was going to make special IDs for everyone with the equipment I was buying from the city tomorrow. The IDs would be laminated and would have a holographic image of Mariana’s rendering of Santo Diablo embedded in the plastic. The girls knew several possibilities and said that they’d talk with their friends tomorrow.

While they finished up, Corrina and I retired to the bedroom. “You’ve been awfully quiet today,” she prodded after a torrid sex session.

“Quiet? I’ve been talking to people all day,” I teased.

“You know what I mean,” she huffed.

“If you’re talking about what the Sister said today, I found it flattering that she’d think such a beautiful, intelligent, and compassionate woman would marry me. Besides, if I’d corrected her, I’d have to tell her we were living together in sin,” I teased. “As for the girls tonight,” I continued before she had a chance to gather her thoughts, “they’re your friends, and I get the feeling that they think I make you happy.”

“They’re right,” she answered sheepishly.

“That’s good, because you make me happy,” I answered, “but I thought you were going to live a long, single, accident-free life,” I reminded her.

“Maybe this last week has been the happiest week of my life and I’d rather take a chance on living a short, happy life like this than a long one like I was living before last week. Or maybe I don’t think you’d do something like that. Or perhaps I figure that you’ve fulfilled my dream and I want to help you fulfill yours,” she philosophized, adding, “besides, I’m pretty sure that you’ll have enough different women in our bed that you’ll never get bored with me, and just as sure that more than one of them will end up with us permanently.”

“Or maybe you’re just going crazy,” I teased.

Her reply was to wrap her sexy lips around my cock and get me hard for another round, one that was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door. “Is it safe to come in?” Carlita asked hesitantly.

“As long as you hurry it will be. If I have to wait much longer to finish getting fucked silly it won’t be safe,” Corrina answered. Giggling, Carlita stripped and joined us, helping me drive Corrina to a mind-numbing orgasm.

While Corrina recuperated, Carlita crawled on top of me. “You sure you’re not upset about the MCH?” she asked. I pulled her face up and kissed her.

“It’s hard to be upset with a beautiful woman when she’s lying naked on top of me,” I teased.

“Will it be harder when she’s lying naked beneath you?” she challenged. It was getting harder, albeit slowly. Carlita noticed that I still wasn’t up to par. “Will it be harder, if you think about using that cock on me right after fucking Corrina with it? It’s still covered in both of your cum and I want it inside of me,” she purred.

That did the trick. I was quickly hard enough to slide into her waiting pussy, and quickly finished getting rock-hard once I got there. Carlita got a long, hard ride thanks to Corrina already making me come twice and the young girls draining me earlier. I was almost ready to call it quits when I felt the familiar tingling starting in my balls. A minute later I spewed into Carlita’s pussy and we both collapsed, exhausted.

WEDNESDAY Nov. 14

I woke up when Marta crawled into bed with us in the middle of the night. At some point, Carlita had snuggled against Corrina’s back and Corrina was laying half on top of me, Carlita’s hand gently cupping her pussy. I pulled Marta over against my free side and she snuggled against me and I went back to sleep.

Whispering and quiet giggles woke me up in the morning. I watched as two beautiful women teased and pleasured each other. Their fun was lighthearted; more of a tease than full-blown sex, but it was still beautiful to watch. I was surprised when they stopped, knowing that both of them were aroused. My surprised was greater when Carlita reached under the sheet and found my cock. “Yup, he liked the show,” she laughed as she flipped the sheet back and straddled my hips. I watched as she spread her labia with one hand and guided me home with the other, then lowered herself, burying me in her waiting pussy. She rocked and gyrated her hips while I teased her nipples and clit until she finally collapsed on top of me, spent.

Corrina pulled me on top of her to continue the sexy show they started before I awoke. She gasped and shuddered her orgasm when I filled her with my seed. Not wanting to be left out, Marta claimed me, too. Carlita’s tongue and fingers had gotten her engines revving for me while I was holding Corrina as she continued having mild aftershocks from her last orgasm.

“So, do the bridesmaids get to go on the honeymoon, too?” Carlita asked enthusiastically at breakfast.

“Who’s getting married?” Marta asked excitedly. When nobody answered, she looked up at Carlita who was grinning and looking back and forth between Corrina and me.

“Really?” Marta practically shrieked.

“Whoa, nobody’s been asked yet and nobody’s agreed yet” I reminded them.

“So ask,” Carlita suggested.

“If I ask, it’s not going to be in front of a large audience,” I chided.

I noticed six new girls and two new boys at the breakfast table. Otto had picked most of them up at Rodolfo’s last night where they’d been waiting and cared for much of the day. They’d already received their physicals and tests for drugs and STDs yesterday while they were waiting. Pato had picked up the other three at Wolf’s place, and then checked with the other brothels to make sure there weren’t any others waiting.

Carlita headed for school. I called Kasumi before we left to make sure she was there, and had the four guys follow us in one of the vans. The equipment was a lot less expensive than I had expected, mainly because the city had depreciated it over several years. The guys quickly had it loaded into the van and were on their way back to install it in my study.

We stopped by a company that sold hands-free car phones and I paid to have them installed in all eight of our vans as well as both Corrina’s and my cars. I paid for their installers to go to the villa today and install them in the vehicles while Corrina and I were out. I’d get the one for the Lamborghini installed later.

The next stop was at the jeweler’s where I had bought the bracelets. Corrina thought I was there about the bracelets and wandered off to look at engagement rings, just like I had hoped she would. I talked quietly with the jeweler, hoping the young lady who was helping Corrina look would be able to give me an idea what she liked in a ring when Corrina was done looking. He laughed, explaining that she could already tell me what she liked since the ring she was wearing now was one they bought here just over two years ago and that his wife remembered every customer and their likes and dislikes.