Chapter 11

Days passed. Jill worked very hard for about four hours each day. Julio proved to be a very good model. She found herself becoming more and more attracted to him. But she could not figure out his behavior. She had tried every tactic to win him over, and the full range of emotions she had used so successfully on Chris and the other boys she wound around her little finger, but Julio seemed immune to her charms. She knew it couldn't be so -- she drew considerable attention at La Jacaranda, where she did her portrait sketches for three hours each night. And as she guessed, Senor Valdez couldn't keep her hands off her. She was subjected to frequent ass-pats every time the slimy fat man got within an arm's reach. At one point she complained to Julio that the older man was always trying to "feel her up," but he infuriated her by suggesting that that sort of thing was no problem for a "real woman."

He never repeated his behavior in the back seat of the limousine, never made a pass at her. Nor did Don Ernesto, who, though attentive, was often away from the house for long periods of time. She was thoroughly convinced that the suave Colombian had no other interest in her other than to further her career in the art world, and she found herself feeling actually regretful.

She didn't know why, but for some reason, she sensed that something strange was going on. Sometimes Don Ernesto would go off in the middle of the night, driving his chrome yellow Lamborghini Mura down the winding driveway at dangerous speeds. At other times, Julio would chauffeur him, and she would be left alone for a couple of hours. Once she picked up the phone at three a.m. as she nervously paced in the study, unable to sleep. When she answered, there was a silence, and then a "click."

Sometimes, when she was left alone like that, she would go to her "studio" -- a glass-enclosed sun room where she kept her art materials -- and work on her self-portrait. Julio had moved a full-length mirror into the room, and she used a high work table draped with cloth as her "bed." The portrait was close to completion, and Jill felt personally that it was the best thing she had ever done.

She had met many people, she was even learning a few phrases in Spanish. Basically, she was happy. But there was something missing. She longed for Chris. Or perhaps, she longed for someone to share her experiences with, to do to her what Chris had done, and more. She was hungry for love. She needed a man. Her continued masturbation (usually on the bathroom rug, though sometimes in bed) had only made her more anxious, more desirous for a man's body next to hers. To make matters worse, Julio had taken to posing in the nude for her, and she couldn't take her eyes -- or her mind -- off his genitals.

She was feeling particularly horny one afternoon as she was doing a sketch of him. It was a wretchedly hot day, and as Julio sat in profile to her, the far leg drawn up to his chest, the other resting on the floor, she was surprised to see him getting an erection! He was perspiring, and the sun glistened on the beads of perspiration that clung like dew to his beautiful body. In frustration and in anger, she threw down her charcoal and stamped out of the room muttering, "Peon!" She went straight to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed, sobbing into the mattress.

Moments later, the bedroom door burst open and in stormed Julio. He was at her bedside before she could move. Roughly, he turned her over on her back and slapped her hard across the mouth. She kicked up at him, narrowly missing his groin with her bare foot. "Peon! Pinche! FLUNKY!" she screamed out at him through her hysterical sobs. He grabbed the top of her smock and pulled, ripping it right off her body. Jill was stark naked, except for sheer panties, which the bearded young man also yanked off of her. She screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands.

He flung her hands away and spread her legs apart, looking point blank at her pussy. "I think a peon's prick is just what you need," he said, as he reached between her legs and thrust his fingers into her soft cuntal furrow. She was already wet and sticky, and he knew that she really wanted to make love. "Or would you rather go lie down on the bathroom rug and do it to yourself?"

Jill's lovely face turned scarlet, and she gasped, covering her face with her hands. "Oh NOOOOOO!"

"You self-centered, stuck-up little bitch! Why do you think you're here? To paint pretty pictures and wear pretty clothes? To be wined and doted on? Que stupida!"

Jill lay there, shuddering in fear and humiliation. It was almost too much to bear. Worst of all, she was a raging cauldron of desire. She wanted Julio to ravish her!

"Go on, go into the bathroom and play with yourself!" he commanded her, pulling her up from the bed and shoving her toward the mirrored room. "I don't want you crying RAPE! at me. If you need me, I'll be in my room!"

He left her then, standing in the middle of the floor, her brain whirling with anger, humiliation and desire. She had never met a man who treated her so cruelly, a man she could not have kissing the ground she walked on. She felt at that moment that she was hopelessly in love with Julio. Yes, the appeal of the heel. That's what turned her on. Spoiled as she was, she was undeniably drawn to a man who would not take shit from her.

Without thinking further, she ran to his room. He lay on his bed, calmly reading a magazine. "Julio... I... I'm sorry I called you those names..." She was standing in the doorway, the sun spotlighting her glorious hair, her ripely rounded, pink- nippled breasts, her gently flaring hips and her curvaceous legs. Julio put the magazine down. His cock was still fully erect and menacingly magnificent standing up from his loins. "Come here," he told her.

As in a dream, Jill walked slowly over to the bed, her body shaking with emotion. For the first time since she had known him, Julio gave her a full and very warm smile. (She never realized he had such nice teeth.) Then he reached up and caught her hand and drew her down on top of him, kissing her lightly on the lips. He paused then, and gave her another smile. Her whole body was trembling. She kissed him, thrusting her tongue between his lips and laving his lingual member wantonly, feeling the strange caressing softness of his beard against her face.

In one graceful maneuver, he rolled her over so that he lay atop her, his elbows taking most of his weight. His enormous penis pressed into her naked flesh like a rolling pin of flesh. The great menacing weapon was already oozing its seminal fluid up into her navel as he rubbed his cock-shaft insinuatingly back and forth over the top of her cunt slit, arousing her inflamed clitoris. She found her buttocks beginning to move upward.

Julio aroused her further by licking her neck, sending goosebumps all over her body. Then he licked down her chest, across her full proud breasts to her nipples, which rose and hardened to the touch of his tongue. He licked and sucked all over her breasts, forcing gasps of pleasure from her throat. She ground her pelvis harder into his loins, aflame for more.

"You're ready for it now, aren't you, puta mia. You want it now... the full length of a peon's cock deep inside you," he whispered in her ear. He followed his words with his tongue, licking in the sensitive little channel and setting Jill on fire with craven lust. "Don't you?" he whispered again.