Chapter 6

The guests were punctual again, and were escorted from their cars just like last week except that I was surprised to see Evita helping several of the men as they got quite an eyeful and handful when she helped them from the car. The mayor’s wife was a stunningly beautiful black woman, and her hand brushed the front of my thin pants as she kissed me and thanked me for inviting Amelia at the last minute. That her husband had been able to secure the invitation so rapidly had made quite an impression on Amelia. I was surprised when she gently brushed Corrina’s breast while she kissed and thanked her, too.

Dinner went well and the conversation at the table was animated. Amelia de la Monte orchestrated much of it just like a Chairman of the Board would orchestrate a business meeting, firing questions at people, especially me. Eventually, dinner was over, and it was my turn for questions and answers. With Corrina’s and Evita’s help, the drugging went faster than doing it by myself. I also showed Isabella how to do it, letting her practice on Ivan and Aneta Wiszinski. I was quite surprised to learn that they were Russian intelligence agents.

They were the Russian contacts to a Brazilian group with loose ties to the Shining Path rebels in Chile. There was a plan afoot to destabilize the government here to allow for a coup by part of the military whose officers were on the payroll of the Columbian drug lords. A very large shipment of weapons was due to arrive via cargo ship in a little over a month. The $5 billion payment was to be made via wire transfer by the Columbians as soon as the weapons had been verified and secured.

I programmed the Wiszinskis to keep me informed about the timing and other details of the delivery, as well as the wire transfer so that I had time to intervene and/or let the authorities know. They also gave me the names of several of the officers who had been bought and paid for by the Colombians. I found it quite humorous that the couple were living together as husband and wife but couldn’t stand each other. I did ease their dislike of each other enough that they wouldn’t kill or otherwise physically harm each other.

A second surprise was that Amelia de la Monte had spent a year working as a prostitute in São Paulo when she was fifteen. Using that as a starting point, I told her about what I was doing with the young boys and girls, and with the older girls. She would never tell anyone and would keep me informed of any tidbits of information that might help.

I secured the full cooperation of the chief of police, the head prosecutor, and the mayor in all of my dealings. Their secrets were the usual political drivel, who was donating money to them or bribing them and who they had information on that they could use as leverage.

Rudolf Sorenson was the aging son of a Nazi naval officer. His father had changed his name and nationality when he arrived here in 1944 with a large fortune of nearly $100 million in gold and silver ingots, diamonds, and other gems. His father had been the captain of a U-boat with orders to get the loot to Argentina where several top Nazi officers would arrive to take control of it. He managed to covertly warn the Allies about the arrival of the members of the high command, and they were captured and killed when they reached Argentina. He had poisoned the skeleton crew of the submarine while they were waiting for the pre-arranged meeting with the fishing boat from Buenos Aires.

Once all of the booty had been transferred to the fishing boat, the sub was scuttled two hundred miles offshore. The crew of the fishing boat never made it to shore, and U-boat Captain Mindelin vanished and Mr. Sorenson, fisherman, appeared, turning the boat northward to Rio. He did well, expanding quickly to own a fleet of fishing boats. Aside from some of the loot he used to buy more boats with, most of it had been left untouched, locked away in several safety deposit vaults across the city. In the next month, Rudolf would gradually bring it all to me. Once he finished, he would forget doing it and even that he ever had the loot. His fleet would also provide me with a way to smuggle things in by boat if need be.

I had been surprised to learn that Taro Yoshino was rich. He owned the gun shop I used. I guess his secondary business of selling illegal firearms was pretty lucrative. His wife, Kamiko, was still an Asian beauty, even at fifty-three. Taro’s biggest customers were the city’s gangs, although he did sell to the occasional spy who knew someone who knew him. He still didn’t know how I knew about his back-room sales. I made sure to get all the information about the agents he knew that worked in Rio and vicinity.

Ichiro and Sayuri Maritato were the biggest commercial realtors in town. I figured that they’d be a good asset for finding properties to fit special needs in the future.

Joao de Castilhos was the largest residential realtor in the city. His teen wife Margaux was another Brazilian beauty he was using to warm his bed until he got tired of her. I made sure that he’d never get tired of her, something that earned me brownie points with the women helping me.

Yuko Moritaka was the granddaughter of an Imperial Japanese officer who had been hunted by the Allies for war crimes. She had inherited his sadistic bent and enjoyed picking up waifs from the street and torturing them to death. Her husband, Kuro, was blissfully unaware of her hobby since he was frequently out of the country on business. It was actually him that I’d originally been interested in. He made his money manufacturing and selling high tech computers and electronic surveillance equipment. I wanted access to some of the same things I’d grown used to using in my last job. He had my shopping list when they left, one he’d actually improved with his suggestions.

With my tasks complete, we returned them to dinner. Each guest assumed that they’d had a momentary lapse when the conversation restarted. I announced dessert and had the girls rolled in on the carts. Since the mayor’s wife, Leeyah, was the most scantily clad of the guests, I awarded her first choice of dessert for her and her husband to share. She chose Ashley and everyone watched as she and her husband began eating the fruit and toppings from Ashley. Leeyah went straight for the crotch, commenting positively when she discovered that Ashley was bare down there. Each of the guests went in turn, the wife choosing the girl that would be their dessert and first playmate for the evening. Everyone stopped to watch for a few seconds when each new girl was chosen, and the couple started in on her.

Our dessert girl had on a mask and I didn’t recognize her, but did notice that she was brought out after everyone else had chosen. Corrina went right to work removing the whipped cream and caramel from her pussy and I cleaned her breasts, then worked my way south. Wet towels helped clean off the remnants from the dessert girls and then the orgy began. Grinning, Corrina stopped me from impaling our dessert girl. “Wait until later when we’re alone,” she whispered. The grinning green eyes and the sexy full lips of our dessert girl looked strangely familiar. “You were very tasty, Amanda,” I told her, squeezing a miniature version of Corrina’s ass cheek. “I can’t wait to finish dessert,” I whispered.

I shooed her out of the room before someone else grabbed her, and went to visit Leeyah. While the mayor pounded Ashley, I pounded his wife and the two females carried on a screaming duet as they each came several times. Corrina looked guiltily at me from across the room as she eyed the well-endowed chief of police. I winked and nodded at her, blowing her a kiss as I emptied myself into Leeyah. I finally paid my respects to each of the wives, as well as Isabella, enjoying watching Corrina having a good time being double-teamed by the chief and Ivan. I also noticed that Evita managed to get herself dragged into a couple of threesomes and was enjoying herself as well.

Just before everyone left, I announced Corrina’s and my engagement to the naked and well-fucked group. They cheered as Corrina stood there with cum dripping from her face, chest, pussy, and ass, showing off her huge diamond engagement ring. Once again, our guests dressed quickly and departed into the night, leaving us considerably richer, both in cash and information, than before they arrived, and with their lists of things to do or get for me.

The shower was quite full with Corrina, Evita, Carlita, and Isabella all in there with me. They all chatted happily about the evening, comparing notes on who did what with who and what they thought about each sex partner, all except Corrina. “You didn’t have a good time, love?” I asked.

“You’re not upset with me?” she asked nervously.

“I have no problem with you enjoying the company of other men at our parties while I’m with their wives. My only concern was that I didn’t want you to think that I expected you to do something you didn’t want to,” I told her.

I laughed when I got back to the bedroom. Someone had brought in a second king-sized bed and pushed it against ours. We’d need it with so many women here tonight. Poor Amanda had fallen asleep while waiting patiently for the party to end.

“Is Amanda on birth control?” I asked.

Corrina shook her head. “No, but she starts her period Sunday so she should be safe.” Sensing the question I was about to ask, she beat me to it. “And if something happens, I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful father to that child, too. I can’t imagine that you’d kick her out,” she giggled.

Amanda woke up to find my tongue buried in her pussy. She was already writhing on the bed and gave herself over to the sensations, quickly exploding in an orgasm. Carlita and Corrina were tending her already-bountiful breasts. I wasn’t really surprised that Amanda wasn’t a virgin, but had thought it a possibility considering her lament about her mother not allowing any boyfriends. Evidently, she had managed at least one.

I’d gone slowly with her thinking that she might be, especially since her mother was whispering words of encouragement to her. Amanda was playing right along too, pretending that it was her first time, even gasping when I penetrated what would have been her virginity. I gave her a minute at that point until she urged me on, her eyes thanking me silently for keeping her secret. “Thank you,” she whispered quietly, snuggling against me after we climaxed together.

SATURDAY Nov. 17

Giggling girls woke us again shortly before noon. They announced that Amelia de la Monte would be here at 1:00 with a photographer to get a picture of Corrina and me for our engagement announcement in tomorrow’s paper. By the time they got here, I had been miraculously transformed into a debonair socialite. Amelia made a point of thanking us several times for inviting her, saying that she’d never had such a good time at a society function and that her column tomorrow would have everyone in Rio anxious to attend one of our soirees.

She also gave us a list of people that she suggested we invite soon, complete with notes about their dirty little secrets. She practically insisted that I invite Mr. and Mrs. Martinez explaining that Mrs. Martinez had, until very recently, been a top fashion model and would probably offer to teach the girls how to comport themselves in public and how to walk to really get guys to notice them.

Afterwards, I headed for the studio. Meire was enjoying featuring Elaine and Karen in a gangbang. Meire and Ana introduced me to their boyfriends, Vasco, and Teodoro. They had added them as helpers to assist in keeping up with all the filming they were doing. The guys were working for free just for the chance to watch. When they were done with Elaine and Karen, Monique, Suzette, and Ashley were going to be introduced to five new guys.

Jorge showed up after lunch and I could tell that he was nervous about something. “Someone stole three of our cars,” he finally admitted, waiting for me to get upset.

“Are there any gangs in the area?” I asked.

He explained that they chose this apartment building because it was in an area that hadn’t had gang activity, but apparently, the Jaguars had just decided to move into the area. I called Richard Slyman, getting one of his staff. I asked him to tell his boss that Crazy Larry was on the phone. Crazy Larry was the fake name I’d set up to use when identifying myself to the criminals I’d drugged. Richard confirmed that the Jaguars were definitely expanding their territory, and estimated that they had well over a hundred members in their gang. I thanked him for the info and went to get ready for a covert gang war. Jorge was dispatched to bring everyone back here as quickly as he could.

When the guys returned an hour later, I was ready, as were Corrina, Evita, and Neves. Two vans were loaded and ready to go. Neves used to go hunting in the jungle with her dad and knew how to handle a rifle with a scope. Since I hadn’t yet taken the time to sight in the new rifles, Neves was going to cover us with the one I used to take out Alfonso’s two goons. Everyone got a vest, a second pistol with a silencer, one of the good silencers for the gun they already had, and four extra magazines. I also handed out a headset radio to everyone, instructed them how to use it, and gave everyone four stun guns, hopefully their weapon of first choice.

The guys sketched a rough diagram of the L-shaped apartments; two entrances, one elevator, and two internal stairways, one stairway at each end of the building. A perfect rat trap. I explained what I wanted to do, warning them several times that the plans would probably change.

I found a spot on the side of a hill less than half a klick away. Leaving a thick foam pad, two blankets, some food, a large thermos of coffee, and some camouflage netting, I left Neves to get set up and Quim with a shotgun to watch over Neves while she provided oversight for us. Wearing loose-fitting shirts over their vests, three of the guys parked and went into the building, rounding up all family members of our gang. Once they were all together, Abel, Otto, and Mauricio drove up out front. While the family members were loaded into the three vans and driven to the villa and safety, I slipped into the building and set up my stuff. I installed an infrared beam inside the door of each apartment that would set off a silent alarm if the door were opened, alerting us that someone was there. Tiny hidden cameras showed each room in every apartment so that I could track their movements. One camera showed the top of each of the two stairways, one the bottom, and one the landing halfway down.

As I activated and named each camera, Corrina directed the picture to one of the many screens inside one of the vans and labeled it with the apartment number and room, or labeled it east and north staircase.