For Love and Money

A sequel to ‘Past Caring’

1

Carmen Cabrera knew that she would be late getting home; that Manuel would fret, at first, and then become angrier with every minute that passed and her front door keys not to be heard.

So much had changed since a local businessman, and chancer, Pablo Mendoza, had bought their paint business and she had taken up a new role working for him. The sharp-suited man, with his appraising eyes and neatly tended stubble beard, a bushier moustache, had sought a special favour at the time and in the months that followed she had slowly, but surely, persuaded him that she managed the books of the business and he had agreed. The man, she had heard and discovered for herself on countless occasions, couldn’t keep it zipped up.

For Pablo, the best deals were often settled when a woman was on her back and he drilled her. The exchange of favours was for many the new currency; it was never devalued.

Yes, the price extorted from her was that she serviced his needs. If Manuel suspected what she had been seduced into doing, he kept very quiet on it. The money came in and, unlike their fellow countrymen and neighbours in this part of Caracas, they had some to spare. It wasn’t so wise to hold onto it as inflation ate away inexorably at the money’s buying power.

So, she transferred any surplus into a dollar bank account in the Bahamas. There really was no mystery to this, as far as the authorities there were concerned. Rumours abounded that the people at the top of government, a junta in all but name given how elections were said to be rigged, were rumoured to be at it too.

Pablo’s demands that she pleasured him grew more frequent; her compliance out of the wayward pleasure that she discovered with him and the certain knowledge that this ‘line of work’ was the only means to truly survive the continuing meltdown of the economy as an elusive Marxist Utopia was sought.

The money she and so many others earned was often thought of as confetti; all but worthless. But she had her clever ways and a firm-breasted, slim figure that bought her so much more. There really was no need to diet when there was little food to be bought at the local mercados. So, she carried it off well, what she did for Pablo, and used her womanly wiles as she garnered all the resources she could for an uncertain future.

Her fellow countrymen were in much the same predicament.

‘Do what you have to and get by…to survive.’

If it meant being tamped by the boss and that she was treated as little more his ‘totty’, or ‘cosy whore’, then so be it. She wasn’t one to endure this way of life for much longer but just where was she to go? What was she to do now that she had conceded to him and allowed herself to be compromised so many times? Pablo dicked others. She’d heard him on the phone bragging to his friends and business partners about them.

‘Fucking and fellatio, compadre…they’re the things that get things done your way, my friend.’

She knew it to be only too true; had been seduced into pleasuring him and, impossible to deny, to enjoy her concessions to him. Pablo sure knew how it went and he took her mind off so many things, if only for a while.

There continued to be times when a questing hand would be put around her waist when she was, say, on the phone having searched for some papers in the filing cabinet. It would cup her breasts, one or both, as she talked and his other hand would slowly, rhythmically press between her legs until she lost concentration and closed te call. The phones would be put to voicemail and she’d submit to him; Pablo’s impatience only too evident as he moved to stand in the doorway to the bedroom and wait for her to join him; her only real concern being how he would take her and on seeing a lascivious grin on his full-lipped mouth.

He was as horny as a stallion in a field full of mares in season.

The guy broke every convention; bought packs of rubbers as if he had a stake in the company that produced them. Time of month, the rhythm method, withdraw before you shot your load…they were not for him.

She sure was glad for that; had made a thing of drawing the thin latex rubber over his length even as she worked him with her mouth and fingers; would feel his hands grip her hair and to guide her in these ways. By then he had stripped her and put his hungry mouth to her tits; pulled and squeezed on them and treated her as his possession and to do with her as he pleased.

She was treated as a whore; she didn’t always feel like one, but a woman deploying her assets and gaining from it. In these ways she could beguile him, and he’d be distracted; pay less attention to what could be happening under his nose.

Pablo had no finesse but she’d begun to forgive him for that…and…and when he was in her: missionary or doggy…on the floor, in a chair or on his large bed, the man could be wild and on a rampage. It was at such times that her body was nothing more than a receptacle for all that would burst from him.

Her Manuel was a counterpoint to all of that. She had to take the rough with the smooth just to survive, while she made plans for her and Manuel. She was the resourceful one of the two of them. She had always been in the days when they had the family business.

Pablo could possess her body but not her mind; not the business part of her mind. In fucking with Pablo, she also had a plan.

But that plan did not include others he associated with.

So, it was in some dismay that, as she was dressing after a tempestuous rut that had her kneeling on the hard slabs of his echoing bathroom, she heard Pablo mention Carlos Molina. It was with some dismay that she heard Pablo suggest that she spent some time with the man.

‘And if I don’t…I’m not a whore for you to order about!’

‘Calma te, cariña…calma te,’ Pablo soothed. His fingers gripped her chin and he made her look his way. ‘He has property ambitions and needs a clever woman to help him…accompany him on viewings. There are coastal properties that will earn us all a bundle…’

‘That includes me, does it?’ she asked, in an icy voice.

‘Yes, it does…because you’ve really helped me. Do the same for Carlos and you won’t regret it. Just remember that I have first call on you, Carmen.’

He had kissed her into silence; was unaware that she clenched her fist behind his back as Pablo held her to him.

 

2

I’m being used as business pawn, a sexual slave, she thought as the car sped down the expressway. It pursued its winding course through the mountain range that separated the city from the coast.

Carlos was charming and urbane, the complete opposite of Pablo; but he had been told the story and her role in Pablo’s business set up; a ‘companionable arrangement’ he had called it after they set off from his luxurious home, the gardens laid out as if replicating the Venezuelan jungle. She’d been paid for the taxi ride there. Manuel knew nothing of what her day would again have in store, Pablo suggesting what she should wear.

‘Tease him…show the guy what you can bring.’

She suppressed a sigh and smoothed the chosen dress over her thighs as she did so. She sensed that Carlos was looking at her through the corner of his eye. She’d chosen a strappy number that shaped her, along with a short, bullfighter’s styled jacket as cover for the hint of her cleavage. The frilly hem of her dress finished just above the knee. For a change, her long dark hair was braided and tied at her neck. A string of glittery bangles would draw the eye to her slender face and rouged lips, the colour matching the varnish on her fingernails.

‘I’m introducing you as my assistant. Just take notes and gather what info they tell us and write it down. We’re looking at a portfolio of ten properties, where the owners of each have traded them to a buy-out company. We’re cleaning them out…the company…and we turn the properties and make our money.’

‘And I get my cut…paid in dollars.’

To his credit, Carlos didn’t veer off the road. He gave her an appraising glance. ‘Hot and clever. Pablo should have warned me…’

She smiled at him and brazenly reached across to smooth her hand over his thigh. ‘Pablo has his deal with me. I have my own with you…one favour in exchange for another.’

‘And my wife…you saw her photos in the hallway. What about her?’

‘What is business stays business. You look as though you can handle it…’

‘We’ll have to see, won’t we…when the meeting’s through? I have the keys to the pick of them…the best house.’

‘The favours come with a dollar tag, Carlos…’

The traffic had slowed to a stop at the turnpike’s toll. Carlos offered a fingertip caress to her thigh. She managed to stop him before they brushed the cotton of her panties. The man was spoiling it, the fun of the chase. He made it only too obvious that there was to be two parts to their day together.

‘I’ll pay it…and so much more besides,’ he murmured.

Carmen did not move away as he kissed her. She breathed in his expensive after-shave. Perfume had been lightly sprayed where she knew a man, like him, might soon wish to be. A rich and handsome man would be worked and her dollar account topped up some more.

3

He whooped in delight as the car was slewed to a stop. Carlos had taken off his tie and hung his jacket on the hook behind the driver’s seat. Now, they were outside the pick of the bunch of properties a deal had been struck on.

‘Your idea of offshoring just blew them away!’ Carlos grinned.

‘And now I get my reward…the other one.’ She said it on a coquettish tilt of her head and shifted in her seat so that he could see her dress slide up her thighs. He pressed fingers to her skin. ‘I’ll know if the money hasn’t been transferred, Carlos…believe me.’

‘Trust me, will you?’

‘Deeds are better than words, as I’ll soon show you.’ She could scarcely believe what she was saying or how she was behaving.

Carlos’s throbbing cock, and the sight of this woman beside him, could no longer be ignored. His groin seemed to be urging him on; also, the thought that she just might disclose their clever ruse on what was to be paid for the portfolio. Her cut was eyewatering, but the turn on the investment would be repaid handsomely. ‘Go for it you stupid bastard…she’s throwing herself at you…the clever bitch. You’ll never get an offer like this again.’

‘In a moment,’ she murmured as they walked to the front door, Carlos standing close beside her and his hand kneading the hollow of her hip through the thin dress. Her jacket had been left in the car. Her hair had been loosened and it caught the breeze. ‘What we now share is for us to keep. No one else is to know…not even Pablo.’

‘I hear you, belleza…’

The door shut quietly behind them and locked automatically. Carlos pushed on a control button and the blinds on every window closed silently. Dim sunlight still bathed the room in a softer glow.

‘I love the feel of leather on skin…don’t you?’ she smiled and began to undress but pushed his hands away. ‘Keep up with me…’

‘Jeez…you’re beautiful…and you spoil Pablo…so I hear.’

He has his uses even if he’s not discreet or a gentleman. But, he; has brought me to you, Carmen kept from saying. ‘But I think you’ll go one better…in love and money.’

‘Be still…be still on that now.’

His trembling prick arced from his belly and a mat of hair. He gave her a hooded stare; she saw his slender face and sunken cheeks, the raw vitality in him as he moved to throw aside the cushions and pull a rug onto the banque.

‘No, not that,’ she told him and dragging it away. ‘Leather on skin…our skins on skin…I told you!’

Along with her ways of asking how it was to go, she had the most beautiful body he’d ever seen. Her tits were natural but perky and topped with nipples just waiting to be sucked upon. Her legs were long and slender, culminating in a neatly trimmed pussy. How he wanted to bury his face between her legs and kiss, lick and flick his tongue into that place.

‘Is it okay…do you like what you see?’ she asked coyly, brushing her fingers over her cleft and soon took hold of his hand and had him finger her as they stood kissing hungrily.

‘Leather…you said?’ Carlos grinned.

She lay down and stretched out as if to make the letter X; waited for him to smooth a condom over that swollen length of flesh. Carmen reached out to him. ‘I could have done that…’

Carlos slowly lowered himself beside her and made for those large erect nipples; found her wet folds and caressed her tender lips before parting them and slowly pushing two fingers into her body. He fingered, sucked, licked and he stroked.

‘Share it all with me…also give something back,’ he demanded. She nodded and was soon heard to whimper as his touches found her and his bent, caressing, fingers were slowly withdrawn. Who he was, and what he did, tipped her over the edge of any remaining control over what was happening with him.

‘Hombre! How you find me!’

Carmen shuddered and arched her back. She reached out to draw him into deepening, snorted kisses and to feed her wanton passion. His fingers had brought her to a shattering orgasm and she knew that this was only the beginning. She would have to give of herself all over again and to another man of some influence.

Carlos delighted in her as he; felt Carmen’s fingers stroke his prick as it pressed against her hip. He pushed from his mind that, perhaps, it was all an act. Pablo had disclosed how good she had become in pleasuring him; that she did so and not have him thinking that it was a part of her job. She would gush and share in the heat of an orgasm that a man aroused in his particular ways.

‘You’re making this one hell of a day to remember…’

‘We both win…don’t we?’ she answered, squirming as he buries his face between her breasts; clamped them and caressed his face with them; heard her deepening gasps as he took their hard nipples in his mouth. ‘Bring…bring…bring it to me!

‘Soon…I want this time with you to last…be the first of many.’

He slipped down the leather cushions, felt their coolness against his enervated skin and buried his face between her legs. Once his tongue flicked the lips of her scented spot she began to shake and when he teased them apart, mimicked what he would soon bring to her, and began to slick from the bottom to the top, over and over again. Carmen grabbed his hair and shuddered; bucked her hips and clawed at the cushions; scrabbled her feet in her efforts to meet his ravening claims.

‘Oh…oh! Not…not another!’ she groaned as her body was overwhelmed by another shattering orgasm. ‘You’ll waste me before I have you!’ Carmen pushed him away. ‘Lie back!

She took his trembling prick in one hand and cupped his sac with the other slid those long teasing painted fingers up and down his shaft a few times before leaning over and wrapping her lips, in a sucking motion, around the head then lower. She eased on feeling him shudder, then resumed working on him.

‘Don’t ruin it by coming…not yet,’ she kissed, a teasing smile on her lips as she groped him; yanked and eased. ‘We seal the deal in this wonderful way…on the leather…in a rich man’s pad!’

‘A poor one now!’ Carlos yelled out as she worked him and he felt a tightening in his balls as the pressure to lose it rose. He felt on fire and wanted this woman…would fuck her rather than the other way about. He wasn’t about to concede control to this woman, good as she was in every respect; in work and in play. ‘Lie back…’

‘Lie back…please,’ she smiled. ‘I’m a lover and businesswoman, not a whore…whatever you may have been told.’

But she acted that very part; lay back and raised her legs almost to her breasts; exposed herself and her pink folds to his gaze. She gripped his shoulders as Carlos leant forward, his head bent to look at where he would be taken and before he slammed in; moved in one long sinuous slip and heard her gasp; felt this woman’s strength as she gripped on him and worked as if to break it off him.

‘I’m settling this…I am!’ he growled, clutching her legs fiercely, in the crook of his arms, to keep her to him.

Soon he was pounding her pussy as she called out expletives in her encouragement. As he increased the pace Carmen pulled on his hair, dug her nails into his back and desperately tried to kiss him. She yelled out encouragement and fucked him with no respite.

Carlos knew that she’d milk his length until there was nothing left to expel. ‘You’re…you’re something else…a wonder…a…’

‘A woman who gets her way!’

He silenced her again with his kisses; clamped his hands to her breasts as if intent on tearing them from her body. She yelled out in pain but it only urged him on. Carlos tamped and wrenched faster and faster; heard her entreaties to finish it echo in his ears. They exchanged snorted kisses and sucks on skin.

‘As I do…as I get my way!’

Their fevered rutting brought them to the edge of the banque; her head fell back and she gasped; writhed and caressed his body with her legs as he slammed into her. She rose and clung to him, her arms about his neck and shuddered on feeling him shoot his load into her. Carmen’s eyes widened and she gave him a wild-eyed look and drew in her breaths on deepening gasps.

‘Oh fuck…this is unreal!’ she yelled and shuddered violently, wrapping her arms and legs around him as she worked his prick rhythmically. ‘You’ll…you’ll burst the condom!’

‘I’ve not used one,’ he grinned and saw her look back in fear and startled amazement. ‘You…you couldn’t wait, remember…and I’ve enjoyed a fuck like no other.’

‘That’ll be another ten thousand…dollars,’ she retorted, smiling mirthlessly as she pushed him from her, shivering as that wand of his caressed enervated skin. ‘It’s that or the news will get out…to important others in your life, Carlos. I’m here because Pablo said it would be good for business…for all of us.’

He did not detain her as she moved to sit on the edge of the banque. He simply took in her loveliness and the languid tumble of her breasts, those slender thighs and full hips. The woman had been wild and she had expertly pleasured him beyond expectation.

Carmen looked back at him for only a moment before she gathered up her scattered clothes and rushed into the cloakroom. She hurriedly cleaned herself out as best as she could. She gave thanks for having had a knowledgeable friend fit a coil, no questions asked, but on an understanding word. Still, after all that she’d known of that man, how he’d found her with that arcing rod of flesh, she was taking no chances.

♥

They talked happily enough during the drive back to Caracas; they understood each other now in the ways of it, what each would seek from a repeat of what had been discovered on that ‘leather banque’.

‘I’m not playing the whore, whatever you may think of me…Pablo too for that matter.’

She didn’t move his hand as it stroked her thigh. Carmen met his soft smile and appraising look upon her once more. They were again slowed in their progress by the toll queues.

‘You’re clever and beautiful,’ he answered, his voice low and persuasive. ‘It was special for me and you brought so much to the day that this won’t be the only time if you agree. Pablo’s and my business are not so different…but we each work hard to make our money in these crazy times, just as you do, Carmen. I’ll pay for your business ways…each time…then we unwind like you showed me.’

‘We’ll have to see,’ she pouted, disconcerted by the ringing of her mobile phone. It was Manuel. ‘Once I know the money’s been paid…the amount…we can talk again…plan the next time.’ She pressed the answer button and raised the phone gracefully to her ear. She felt Carlos squeeze on her thigh and saw his nod of acknowledgment to what she had told him. ‘Hola…querido!’