Chapter 1: Return To LA

Overnight Sunday-Monday, July 20-21, 2008

Flying from Iquitos to LA

Drive from LA airport to Mansion

In consideration of our time, the Patron flew us on a Cessna 208 to Iquitos and chartered a jet for the flight from Iquitos to Detroit with stops in Panama (fuel only) and LA. All of us could travel comfortably together instead of anyone dealing with the ‘cattle car’ comforts, luggage adventures and the company of strangers on a commercial flight.

There are some biz jets that can make the entire trip without refueling, but those cost twice as much to rent, and for an overnight flight where we are going to sleep anyway the marginal time is no big deal. So we made the extra stop in Panama but did not get off the plane.

The biz jet was better than a commercial flight in a lot of ways, but really the seats on any business jet are made for comfort while sitting quietly working or talking about business. Even if it is dark outside, a charming attendant moves around the cabin, regularly checking on anybody with open eyes to see if they need anything. This makes privacy impossible. But sometimes both parties are exhibitionists.

Our attendant was a slim Asian named Saarika who was wearing a sari. (Why, no matter how they are wrapped, did they always look like they were ready to slip open, revealing a lovely prize?) I must say she had a very pleasant lyrical voice.

There was one double seat on the plane which could be screened for a degree of cover. Gracie dragged me there for the flight out of Iquitos. She had sin on her mind and a dress that unbuttoned down the front. When I got underneath ... well, I guess she had used all her clean underwear. When she settled, sitting across my lap, her buttons were all open so I could get to her body and she was very ready to be played with. She wanted mutual enjoyment, but the seats limited our actions. She could get on top of me, except the seat angle held my butt too far back in a sitting position. If I moved to a reclining position (there was nothing useful in between) her knees had a problem, one knee was against a hard surface and the other knee got stuck between the cushions. Plus we both agreed that she was likely to be too noisy so others would know what we were doing, they would want some of me for themselves. That meant there would be no “mile high” club tonight, unless we did it on the floor of the cabin in front of everyone.

Well, blocking the aisle would be a safety hazard.

Plus I was not up to that ... who knew what they used to clean the floor?

Still, Gracie and I had a good time with me making a happy feast of her nipples as I fingered her moist private flesh while she handled my joystick until it got messy. Gracie had no problem asking Saarika for a couple of tissues.

Saarika returned with warm towels instead. Private jets have great service.

The attendant was discrete and appreciative of the way Gracie enjoyed the flight. I was appreciative of the attendant’s unflappable discretion. Even more interesting, Saarika had a nature that invited conversation, and not just the usual superficial conversation either. Her openness invited more intimate topics, without the barriers that most people have in place naturally.

One time as I had my fingers working just right inside Gracie, Saarika looked in just after a critical moment. Gracie made a recognizable noise. I could not say anything, a nipple had my tongue and there was no hiding that. Gracie didn’t want me to stop so I carried on. Saarika was not shocked or upset, she was about to pull her head when Gracie said that she didn’t have to, she did not mind enjoying herself with company.

“Really? I find that hard to ... do you really like to be watched?”

It took a moment, Gracie was still enjoying things, but soon enough she answered. “Not exactly ‘like to be’ watched ... well maybe, I have not decided yet. But I enjoy this, and I enjoy talking, and I don’t mind doing them together. Why is sex this big secret? I mean, where do we come from?”

“You know, that is true. It is a question in my own mind. Of course, with children...”

“Well, of course. There are no children here yet ... even if I and two others of us are pregnant from this wonderful man’s jewels.”

Saarika gave me a look. “Are you a muslim to marry three women?”

I sure don’t look muslim, I still had my fingers inside Gracie. “Who said anything about being married? No wedding ring yet. The young one tricked me, she was very attractive. This charmer and other were reasonable mistakes of others, anybody can make a mistake.”

Gracie got back to being watched and enjoyment. “Right there ... higher ... that is good ... Last week there was a time when we were camping outside. We woke up and there was a woman on his magnificent horse. She was topless, we and the horse were naked, but the horse did not seem to mind either case.”

Saarika almost barked out a laugh at that, but she held most of it in.

Gracie continue. “The girl knew my guy, she got married to a friend of his last weekend. Somebody on the plane might have watched those two. But back to me. I asked this guy to tie me across the front of the jeep for, you know, to enjoy some mutual fun under the sun. What good is being in nature otherwise? So we did.”

“You wanted to be tied up? Why would you want such a thing?”

“You have never been tied up by him ... tension can add a great deal to the experience. He has this room full of machines ... Actually, that is how we met, killer sex. Anyway, we were out there, enjoying being very human together naked under the sun, when cowboys started to show up. About a dozen. The girl had called them on her walkie-talkie.”

“Oh, you poor girl! Did they do things? Were you harmed?”

“None of the above, they were all his friends. I was glad to meet them, no need to change what we were doing. They formed two lines and, one at a time, they came up and, well ... I couldn’t shake hands, because I was tied ... so they each gave a tender shake to one of the girls...” She shook a breast with her hand. Saarika was surprised but understood. “It was very nice, friendly and you know what, they will remember that meeting for a long time. So will I. Would you like to remember me...?” She held up a boob.

“I shouldn’t, I’m on duty. That is quite a story. Is it really true?”

“Yes, every word. Sure you wouldn’t like a shake?”

Saarika bit her lip with indecision. “I should not, it seems to be wrong ... but on the other hand I am curious, and would not want to be unfriendly.”

“Then please, use the other hand. It would be my pleasure,” Gracie said. “It is a story I will tell my kids someday.”

Finally Saarika put a hand out and gently weighed one of Gracie’s breasts. “Ohmygoodness Krishna,” she said quietly. “That is so nice. I never realized ... you know I never have before ... except my own of course. It is not the same.”

Gracie talked about that. “My mother ... she did not trust boys so ... squeeze a little harder please ... she made sure I had girls to play with. Now I like both, but this one is best.” I smiled on cue while adding a twist with my fingers. Gracie was distracted for a moment. “Ummm ... good move ... of course, girls can bring their own baggage, some are damaged. So either way you have to be careful.”

“Thank you both,” Saarika said. “It was very nice to meet ... make that very very soft and warm and nice to meet you,” Saarika said. “Your mother? Really? bought you girls? What an interesting idea.”

“It is legal to marry now, in some places in the US.”

The concept had never occurred to the Asian girl, in her country there was great condemnation of such ideas. Saarika had to ask, “Would you really? I mean, what about children?” She was raised all her life to make grandchildren for her parents to spoil, and the idea was hard to let go of.

“I am not saying I am planning to go that way ... but my mother would not have been opposed to the idea, She was controlling so if it happened I am sure she would have wanted something ‘artificial’ for me, like a turkey baster but much more expensive and with an MD and nurses and ... Yuck. But a woman can usually find a volunteer. Plus, many times a female has male relatives that can help out ... brothers, cousins, even fathers. Women have options.”

“You have given much food for thought. Thank you.” With that Saarika straightened up to leave and we got back to the job of making Gracie very happy.

Gracie said Saarika was welcome to look in and watch at any time, but she declined. Her job was very important to her and she strived to stay professional, despite temptation. “Once is a new experience learned, but twice is across the line ... or something like that.”

I think she was paraphrasing something said to De Sade after an S&M orgy, back when they were real S&M orgies.

Saarika moved to the others on the flight. Along the line Resha invited Saarika to sit down and they had a short chat in their language. Saarika gave a brief history of how she got here. Six months ago Saarika graduated from college (chemistry) then left New Delhi on an around-the-world cruise with her parents and brother. It was a smaller cruise ship with an all-Indonesian crew and 200 cabins. The ship included several pools and an unusual number of exercise facilities, showers, steam rooms, etc. The voyage would be long with many stops. Her parents had talked about this “family dream cruise” since her childhood. Her brother (two years older - a screwup) even postponed graduation for it.

What Saarika discovered once they left Chennai was that this was a match-making cruise. All the passengers were of the same caste (Kshatriyasm - second highest). The wealthy parents all brought one or two marriage-age children along, and spent time seeking matches. Some children were active in the search. A few, including Saarika, were upset with the trap. They were basically stuck on a ship at sea with their match-making parents who worked diligently at setting them up.

Family financials and backgrounds were on the ship’s computer network, along with professionally-taken pictures of the children at family events. Saarika’s pictures included some from her trip to the Maldives when she was 18 and in the best shape of her life, her mother had insisted in bringing these really skimpy swimsuits and would pout if Saarika did not wear them. She did not realize her mother had employed professional photographers. Saarika’s swimsuit shots were rated in the top 5% in terms of beauty so she had a waiting list of scheduled “meetings” for men with their parents were present.

Saarika was 100% not interested, but a sea, where could she run to? Her only privacy was her tiny cabin (they were designed that way), plus she had to eat all meals with her parents and whatever “new friends” they arranged - by design there were no options. She was quite miserable. Her salvation was that she had dual passports from her time at university, and she kept one hidden away. Long story short, during an excursion while transiting the Panama Canal she jumped ship, sold some of her gold and gems for support, and started to contact HR departments. Her beauty, manners and solid passport (British) gave her choices. Over the next few weeks she considering several options and finally took the job with the charter airline.

Her parents were in the Atlantic, on the way to Puerto Rico before they realized their daughter was not in the same time zone anymore. The ship was not turning around. Plus, their son was a harder sale, so they had to stay “in the market” with him.

Somebody would be sent to fetch her, so Saarika was always looking over her shoulder. But airports are pretty safe these days and with the charter job she was always on the move. Resha told Saarika that she was very clever, but it was really only a temporary solution. Saarika needed more education to land a career, she was keeping her eye open. She just didn’t know what to look for.

When Saarika asked, Resha said that she was a mother who worked as a mouth whore while her child’s two grandmothers cared for the baby. Saarika could see that Resha had a very different perspective. She agreed that, in her own way, Resha had an ideal job. Saarika did not have the skills, but she would consider that path, it was a much shorter learning curve than a masters in chemical engineering. Also, Resha said she had the body for it, that was essential. They both made people happy, which had to count for some karma.

They also talked about girls-with-girls. Resha said that such things were common enough in LA, she looked around the plane and smiled, Saarika got the message. Besides her job she was seeing me, as others were, and often there was “just not enough of him to go around.” When that happened Resha explained that the girls “licked each other. Actually, with him I met a woman in Peru I could see a future with ... we shared ... but it probably won’t happen.”

“Are you also pregnant? I was told that three...”

“No, I have to take precautions, with my job. I only do oral sex, but my employer requires some stupid medical things. The three are Gracie, Cynthia, and Belen ... before you ask, I have not been with Belen ... yet.” She made a point of licking her lips.

Saarika had seen the passports, she was a quick study.

“But, Belen is old, the mother of Cynthia, and married! How can that be?”

“Girlfriend,” Resha smiled as she made the word seem almost indecent, “it works the same way, there ain’t no age requirement, or ring-thing required. He really is a very friendly, broad minded guy. Plus, for a time the couple was into wife-swapping. Another thing common enough in LA, in fact it is a job requirement for all men where we work. Anyways, Belen had this naughty fantasy, her husband got something good out of it, they swapped, and everybody was happy with the results. I admit, I find it hard to understand, but I know that is just the way people are raised. He was raised different, with a broader mind. I mean, liking that very rich white girl Gracie and a poor dark-skinned whore like me ... how many guys do that openly? Older guys can like younger girls ... he just turned that around. In fact, I know she is not his only older lady.”

Resha was glad to just chat in her mother tongue and it gave Saarika a lot of ideas she had never thought of before. They exchanged digits and would talk again. Saarika found herself in LA every week or three.

The most unusual thing was how Saarika felt when Resha addressed her as “girlfriend.” She thought that it meant nothing special, it was just an expression, except maybe it did. So she felt kind of uncomfortable in a good way. A half hour later she noticed that she was still walking with a bit of happy swish and swagger that was not typical.

After Panama I let Cynthia and Gracie share the double seat for the leg to LA. They were pleased, and very thankful to me, for a last chance to cuddle with some privacy and some personal thrills while other people slept.

Saarika noticed that they were two women. She asked why I did not use the shared the seat with on the next leg, she figured out that I was an item with several of the girls, including both of them. I mentioned that those two were pregnant by me, had grown close, and might not see each other for a time, so they really needed it more. She was plainly amazed at the answer, it raised so many questions in her own mind. Mostly about men she knew, who would never pass up a chance to play. “They could never set ... urges ... aside when they didn’t have to.”

Saarika talked to me before she checked in on Cynthia and Gracie, who were arranged much like Gracie and I had been. Gracie was so open about what they did, when Saarika “knocked” to check on them Gracie’s dress was open and Cynthia was teasing a nipple with her lips. Cynthia was less open, but she smiled and was friendly nonetheless. She showed no sign of being guilty as being seen with Gracie’s nipple in her lips.

The sight gave Saarika a thrill.

Gracie invited Saarika to sit for a minute, but she would only stay for a moment to serve refreshments. The cabin air was dry so they accepted some flavored sparkling water.

That was when Saarika noticed that nobody was drinking the free booze. That never happened.

Most people slept for the rest of the flight but I wanted to talk to Irene about the Five, going over the plan and the people selected for each job. Capturing targets was much harder, and more dangerous for our people, than killing them all.

Irene stopped me cold when she showed me a picture she had drawn on a napkin. It was a crude stick-figure picture that was worth a thousand words conveying a powerful idea. The picture showed a guy in an FBI vest yelling into a megaphone, “we have an warrant for Park, the Asian bomber. Exit the house or the military will destroy the house.” It seemed kind of silly except there was an M-113 with a grenade launcher and the letters “FBI” on the side. A troop of Peruvian military were also lined up with an officer watching from a tripod-mounted recoilless rifle aimed at the house.