Chapter 15

“There’s a cult in southern India where they still practice snake worship. Andy showed me this video of a bunch of Hindu types chanting and dancing as they handle King Cobras. Bastards got guts. I’ll give them that. The cobras represent the snake God Naga who serves Vishnu whoever the fuck that is. Man I wouldn’t go near a King Cobra but these priestesses dance and the fucking snakes imitate their movement,” said Dougie reading from the notes that he took when Andy was explaining what he wanted in the porn video.

“They actually worship snakes?” asked Katie who over the last few minutes under Beth Anne’s guidance had become comfortable in the presence of the reptiles. There was a reticulated python sitting in her naked lap and a smaller snake crawling over her chest.

“See they won’t bite you. They love the feel of warm human skin,” said Beth Anne to her mother.

“In Mexico, the girls stick them in their pussies to entertain the gringos,” said Jose. “These snakes are not for worship. They are to stick in the pussy.”

“It is sacrilege to worship las serpeintes,” said Maria crossing herself. “But these putas already belong to Satanas.”

“Keep in mind, Jose and you too Maria, that it is Senor Andrew Fastow that pays the bills and he’s calling the shots,” said Dougie feeling the need to assert his authority.

“Pardon, Senor Dougie, but I was only saying that we do not worship snakes in Mexico. We kill them. We eat them. And some of our whores entertain the NorteAmericano by letting them crawl into their holes,” said Jose.

“Understood, now this is to be the dance floor so we need to move the couch and table back. Get up for a minute, girls,” said Dougie grabbing one end of the couch while Martine took the other. They relocated it about six feet.

“Consuela, have you got the CD that Andy selected?” asked Dougie.

“Si,” said Consuela walking to the other side of the room to extract a disc from a leather satchel.

“Now, listen up, putas, this is how it is going to work. Consuela will be off camera here facing you two. She will dance and you imitate her. First we will go through the dance a few times without the snakes so you’re comfortable with the steps. Then we’ll rehearse with snakes. Once you got the steps down, we’ll turn on the cameras. Let’s try to get it right so we can get out of here before midnight. Cause we’re not done after this, you two got to make love with Jose’s mutts. I guess we are ready,” said Dougie.

“No, the make up and body paint, Senor Dougie. We need to paint the whore’s bodies with the image of the serpent and Senor Fastow gave us jewelry for them to wear,” said Maria.

“Shit, I almost forgot. Andy would have been highly pissed. You two go with Maria. She’s going to jazz up your appearance. Make you look reptilian,” said Dougie

“You’re really very talented, Maria. You are too, Consuela,” said Katie admiring her appearance in the mirror. She and Beth Anne had been sitting in the make-up chairs for almost an hour. Maria and Consuela had been working on their makeup and body paint. The overall effect made Katie and Beth Anne look like the brothel girls who performed with snakes in the Mexican border towns. A vivid green and gold snake was painted coiled around the bicep of their left arm. The head of a boa constrictor covered the area between their breasts. Their breasts featured a snake’s head covering each areola. A smaller snake image appeared to be slithering out of their vagina to coil on their pubic mound. Faux snake scales had been applied to their eye makeup and there was a long trail of scales trailing out of the side of their eyes. Anklets, bracelets, a necklace, and earrings each covered with designs of serpents adorned their body. Katie noted that Mexican, Inca, Aztec, and Hindu motifs were mixed in a totally irrational fashion but decided to keep her mouth shut. Ignoring the lack of a consistent design seemed far superior to taking another ride on the Spanish Donkey

“Keep your whore’s complements to yourself,” said Maria.

“Mother, quit being such a bitch,” said Consuela.

“You call your own mother a bitch. You are nothing better than these gringa sluts who will suck a dog’s dick for drugs,” said Maria finishing the elaborate snake design that she was painting on Beth Anne’s chest.

Katie and Beth Anne’s hair was pulled straight back heavily coated with mousse. Their eye makeup succeeded in giving them a very exotic look.

“Did I hear someone mention drugs?” said Dougie walking into the room as he opened a zippered leather case. Dougie sat down at the make-up tables between Katie and Beth Anne and arranged several lines of cocaine on the glass tabletop.