Chapter 162

After Wendy left the elevator, and I made the call to Swamp Dog, I settled down in the lobby. Now ordinarily we would just watch the elevator and stairwell, but Karl had bribed a Mexican security officer of the hotel for access to the surveillance equipment. In other words my smart phone could tap into their cameras. I found the one for The professor's floor. I couldn't control the camera from the Phone just monitor it.

If Wendy were to move, I would have to go to the security office to manipulate the tapes. Of course Wendy waited a few minutes until she though I was asleep, before she exited the room. "Son of a bitch," I whispered before I called The Brit.

"The bitch is on the move," I said to the half asleep Brit. As I spoke I headed for the security office.

"Which Bitch?" he asked.

"The baby bitch," by that time I had reached the security office.

"Where is she headed?" he asked.

"I'm in the lobby Brit, I can't cover all the exits. I'm at the door to the security office now. You might want to come help me here." I said it in a whisper. I quickly when through the unlocked door. The place was empty. I had no idea how to run the equipment. Fortunately there was one monitor per camera. Each floor had a camera over the elevator and there were also cameras over the exits. In other words I could see them all at once. My girl got off the elevator on a different floor. "Come on Brit," I said under my breath as she went into a room after knocking.

I heard The Brit enter the room. "Where is she?" he said.

"She just went into a room here," I said. Then I explained what had been happening all evening with her.

"So you think the boyfriend is in that room?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't know if he is a simple pervert, or one who is trying to blackmail mom, or worse," I said.

"Did you send his name to Swamp Dog?" he asked.

"I did but it is the middle of the night," I replied.

"There are people in the field, so there should be operators standing by to take our orders," The Brit said smiling.

"Well they haven't delivered yet," I suggested.

"Let me call to check on our order," he replied. Then The Brit stepped out so I could monitor the situation.

Five minutes had passed before he returned. "Word is go break up the party. We need to do it quiet though," he said. I called Karl he is bringing a master door key. He will meet us on the floor now.

I took a deep breath and followed The Brit out. I fingered the tiny pistol in the pocket of my cargo pants. It was a much smaller pistol than I was used to carrying. For some reason Swamp Dog had decided for this mission I needed a .22 Magnum Derringer. It was small and highly concealable, but most likely not a real 'put 'em down' kind of weapon. Since it was the only thing I had that could reach out and touch someone, I kept my hand on it.

Karl met us at the door to the room. "You sure she is in there?" he whispered. I just gave him a dirty look. He held up his hand then swiped his card. We pushed out way inside quietly. He was sitting on the sofa in the tiny sitting room area of the suite.

His pants were down and Wendy was on her knees with his cock in her mouth. They didn't even know we were in the room. That's how involved they were with what was going on. I took a couple of low quality picture with my company smart phone, then I set if for flash and got one really good close of her face and his cock. The flash alerted them to our presence.

"Wendy, you really should have honored our bargain. Because now your boyfriend is going to end up in a Mexican jail. I hear those are most unpleasant." I said.

"What the hell are you doing," she demanded angrily.

"Now little girl, you just shut the fuck up and listen to me," I said. Yes I knew Kart was mission commander, but I had rapport with the little slut. "You are fifteen years old and this really nice young man is 27years old. He is going to jail for ten years in fucking Mexico, if I call the cops. Er if we call the cops. So you just shut up while they take Mr Perv into the bedroom for a talk."

I just knew The Brit was dieing to use his pliers on this guy's balls. The Brit lifted him, then he and the asshole went into the bedroom. Wendy sat on the sofa with a defiant look on her face. "You know that 'I don't give a shit' look would work better, if you wiped the cum off you chin," I said.

When The Brit came out, he went to a painting over the sofa looking down on Wendy's little show. From it he removed a button cam attached to the frame. Then he went to a drawer in a small table. From that drawer he remove the receiver. "Damn I bet that is going to make a hell of a TV show. The real teeny sluts of Mexico city," I said.

"Just shut the fuck up, I get it." She said. "Just show mama the film and lets get it over with."

"Actually we work for the university, and I think it would be in their best interest to show it to the cops." I said to her. Yeah it was a bluff, but I figured she might not care if her mother was pissed at her, but she just might not want to see her 'friend' in jail in Mexico for ten years.

"You think I care what you do?" she asked.

"I have no idea. That wasn't an offer because sweet heart I can tie you up here as a witness for months. Trust me you wouldn't have a lot of fun in a Mexican jail either. You see the Mexican government is used to dealing with teenage hookers. It's a national disgrace here."

"You won't do that," she said.

"Like I said bitch, I work for the university and so does the guy you were with. I tell the cops we were checking on him, and found him with a teenage girl. Then we just leave it to them to straighten out." I suggested. I could tell Karl was nervous with that prospect. Hell I didn't much want to do it either and likely wouldn't.