Posted many years on RD. Time to relive it.
Cindy and Stephanie were best friends. Both taught at the same Middle School. Stephanie, being 32, was the younger of the two, while Cindy was 9 and still resembled a woman in the mid to late 20’s. Cindy is easy on the eyes. She is 5′ 5″ blonde with 36C breasts, hypnotic green eyes, a perfectly shaped ass, and an above average pair of kissable legs. Her school day skirts and pumps highlighted her figure. Cindy’s soft blonde hair was cut straight and fell to just above her curved shoulders.
Cindy’s friend, Stephanie, is a little taller at 5′ 7″. Her brown hair is short with tints of blonde. It is cut above her ears but thicker on top, with attractive long bangs. The bangs hang down above her black framed glasses. The glasses and her large brown eyes give her that cute, virginal librarian look. Her breasts seem small in her work attire, but are actually a pert 32 or 33 Her ass is large for her frame, but very inviting. It fits well with her near perfect legs. Stephanie is very athletic, her legs and calves are muscular and lean. Her teacher skirts and high heels showcased these treasured limbs quite well.
The women giggled over an interoffice memo. There was an international teacher’s conference coming up. It was to be held in Cancun no less, just a short drive from the beach.
“Five days it says”, Cindy told her friend.
“You think our husbands would let us go,” Stephanie asked.
“Who cares,” Cindy replied, “we’ll tell them that it’s for work, we were chosen to represent our district and we have to go. He can watch your kids for five days can’t he?”
“Well he won’t like it, but I won’t give him a choice,” Stephanie laughed.
“Then pack your swimsuit Girlfriend, and I’ll put in our names”
“I think I’ll wear my sexy red bikini. My husband doesn’t let me wear it much, says it makes him jealous,” Stephanie stated.
Cindy laughed, “You go Girl. What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun.”
Three weeks later the two were sitting in the hotel bar waiting on their cab. Since they had both arrived early there were no workshops to attend until the next day. Their cab was not scheduled to arrive for another hour, so they spent the time working up a buzz. Cindy had talked her friend into a few shots of tequila for starters, then they nursed a few margaritas.
“Since we’re in Mexico,” Cindy said.
Two Mexican men sat watching the girls from across the bar, listening intently to their conversation. They lustfully eyed the women up and down.
The blonde wore a black one piece suit with a halter tie, a white wrap around cover up, and flip-flops. Her friend was wearing a red bikini. It’s top had long halter ties. The bikini bottom, from what they could tell, was skimpy, with sides of slim string tying together at the hips. It left little to the imagination, even beneath the almost see through pink pull over dress. The stretchy pink dress ended just above her knees. Below those erotically crossed legs she wore white flat sandals with several straps across the top of the foot. Their bags sat beneath the two bar stools.
The men’s cocks stirred as they pictured unveiling the two packages. They spent a lot of time frequenting the beach areas. It was a prime place to pick up fresh American and European meat. Whenever they wearied of their prey the scraps could be tossed, for a modest fee, to the Cartels up north. The larger man, Carlos, whispered to his friend, then they slipped from the hotel.
The hotel had a long narrow road that meandered through a thick strand of manicured jungle. The two men walked down the road a ways and waited. They didn’t have to wait too long, maybe 20 minutes or so. Through the trees came a blue and black taxi. One of the men stepped into the road and waved for it to stop. In Spanish the driver explained how he already had a fare. He was picking up two women for the beach.
“If you’re still here I can get you when I get back. How’s that?” he asked.
To his horror the driver found his answer in the cold barrel of a revolver.
“Not good enough Senor. Get out,” the man ordered.
The taxi was still running as the driver exited the door. His captor motioned him to the edge of the jungle.
“Turn around,” the man ordered.
With a vicious blow to the back of the head the driver collapsed into the foliage.
“You wait here, Carlos. I’ll be back with our guests.”
Cindy looked up from her half empty glass,
“Oh look, our cabs here.”
The two women polished off their margaritas, grabbed their beach bags, and headed to the door. Their laughter carried through the lobby.
“Their already loopy”, the faux driver smiled. “Makes this even easier.”
The women pleasantly smiled at the short but stocky taxi driver with the dark mustache.
“You understand English?” Stephanie asked.
“Oh, yes Mame,” he replied.
“Six dollars apiece to the beach?” she inquired.
“For you beautiful girls I’ll take four,” he replied with his best innocent local boy grin.
They giggled, handing the man eight dollars before he ushered them into the back. The taxi rumbled off down the road. Before exiting the main street the taxi stopped and picked up another passenger. This man wasn’t going to the beach, but somewhere in between. He turned and tipped his cap to the women in the back.
For some reason his looks made the girls edgy, but they laughed it off to foreign country jitters.
The taxi drove for some time, causing the girls to become a little wary. The section of town they were driving through was cluttered with fallen down, almost abandoned, buildings.
“I’ll be glad when we get through here,” naive little Stephanie said, “This place is creeping me out. Guess it’s a shortcut to the beach.”
Cindy was worried. She tapped the driver on the shoulder.
“Hey, how long to the beach?” she asked.
About that time the taxi drove up to a run down building with boarded windows. A broken neon sign was perched atop a dilapidated overhand. The sign read “Playa Concha”. A silhouette of a nude woman reclined under the latters.
Stephanie glanced up at the building, “Holy shit, that’s an abandoned strip club Cindy.”
Cindy didn’t answer. She was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. The tips of the large rounds were clearly visible through the cylinder’s holes.
“We are here,” the driver answered.
Stephanie turned, her mouth opened in a pre-scream. The man with the gun spoke in perfect English, “Don’t you dare do that, girlie” He cocked the hammer back to make his point.
The driver got out and opened the passenger side door. Stephanie could see another gun tucked into his waist.
“Out we go. We’re going in that building, me first, then the two of you. No sudden moves, or my friend’s gun goes off into someone’s soft skin.”
The women clutched each other in fear, slowly moving from the car to the large metal, barred doors. The other man snatched their things and followed after them, every so often thrusting the cold barrel into Cindy’s ribs.
“Did you phone the others,” the driver asked.
“Yea, while I waited in the trees,” Carlos replied.
The two wives were pushed into the dimly lit room. Old wooden chairs and tables scattered the dark tile floor. Faux leather couches and chairs lined the back walls and circled two lit stages. The poles were tarnished and smeared from years of use. Soft salsa music played in the background. Five other men of various races looked up from their beers at the girl’s entrance.
Cindy began to tremble and hug her friend tightly as they were led towards the lustful pack of men.
“Climb up on the stage girls,” Carlos ordered, as he handed their bags to another man.
The contents of their gear were dumped onto a table. The man thumbed through their stuff. The beach towels were folded to the side, suntan lotion and tanning oil stacked next to that. Each woman had packed their passports, some cash folded between the first few pages. The man pocketed the cash and picked up their passports.
“Look you’ve got our cash. Please let us go,” Stephanie pleaded.
The men ignored her. Finally the one at the table spoke as he held their passports open in each hand.
“The blonde is Cindy, 39. The other is Stephanie, 32. You girls travel together, are you lesbians?”
Cindy spoke, “Wh…What? Oh no. Hell no. We’re both married. Our husbands will be looking for us”
“I don’t think so,” he said. “I think you’re lesbians.”
“We most certainly are not!” Stephanie blurted out. She drew on courage from somewhere. “We need to go. We’re leaving,” she stated, taking Cindy’s hand and stepping from the stage.
She was met at the floor by Carlos, brandishing his revolver and a menacing stare.
“Get your ass back on that stage, bitch. You’re going to dance for us.”
“Please sir, just let…” Cindy began.
“Enough talk, slut,” another barked, “Dance!”.
Crying, they began to fake dance, really slowly.
One of the men spat at them, “Enough of this shit, just cap them Carlos. They can’t dance.”
“No…..Please, we’ll dance better. I promise,” Cindy answered in fear.
“You better,” the black man said, “I want to see your hands on each other, gyrating and erotic. It better get me hard or you’re not leaving here alive.”
That worked. The two women began dirty dancing, pulling each other close and running their hands up and down the other’s torso. The men began to whistle and call them names, edging them to do more. Stephanie’s hand held on to Cindy’s back with her leg in between, grinding her crotch into Cindy’s bare thigh. Cindy, in turn, was running her hand up Stephanie’s pink pull-over and clutching her magnificent buttocks. They tried to just listen to the music and forget about the terrible men.
Suddenly the music stopped.
“Had the men seen enough?” Cindy wondered.
The black man stood, rubbing his crotch. Cindy could tell from the shape beneath the man’s trousers that the shaft hidden beneath must be large.
“Both of you turn towards us. You,” he pointed at Cindy, “Stand behind her. Cindy, right?”
“Pull the pink dress over her head. I want to see more of her body.”
Although Cindy’s wrap had long ago fallen to the floor her friend has a little more flesh to hide.
“Please, don’t make me…”
“Look, bitch! I’ve had enough of your whining. You will both do exactly as we say. Not a word will be spoken, unless we ask. If I have to warn you one more time Jeff over there (he pointed to the skinny Mexican with dirty teeth, twirling a lengthy dagger in his bony fingers), will skin you alive and feed your flesh to the other. Any more fuck’in questions?”
“N…no, Sir,” they both answered.
Cindy dared not even say, “I’m sorry.” to her friend. She just took the pink pull-over dress and lifted it over her head.
“Whew!, Sweet!,” one of the men whistled.
Stephanie tried to cover her barely clad crotch with her hands.
“Hands down at your sides,” the black man warned. “Now, Cindy, I want you to stand close to her, slip your and under her bikini, and touch her cunt.”
Cindy had no choice.
Stephanie’s bottom lip quivered and tears of shame ran down her face. Her belly trembled as Cindy’s hand crossed its path. She jumped as womanly fingers swept under the band of the red bikini. Cindy felt the coarse hair of her friend’s neatly trimmed mound.
“Now, find her clit and rub it. Masturbate her, as you would yourself,” the man commanded.
Cindy’s finger slipped into Stephanie’s cleft and found her little button.
“Nugh,” Stephanie whimpered, pressing her sweet ass back against Cindy’s crotch, withdrawing from the digit’s invasion.
“No, don’t let her get away, Cindy. Hold her tight, and move that finger.”
Some of the men were already releasing their rods and jerking to the scene. Everyone watched the outline of Cindy’s finger moving beneath the small patch of red material. The finger moved faster, up and down Stepanie’s camel toe.
“It’s too dry,” the man said. “Take your finger out, wet it, then put it back in.”
Cindy hated the man for making her do this, still she had no options. Closing her eyes, she licked her finger, gently sucking it clean. “It wasn’t bad,” she thought, “sweet, salty, slightly different from her own.”
Stephanie groaned when the finger slipped back beneath her bottoms. Once damp, it could easily glide back and forth. Her lip quivered again, this time for slightly different reasons. Her eyes closed, her head dipped back to her friend’s shoulder. Uncontrollably, Stehpanie’s hips began to move with the finger. Her legs slightly parting. Subconsciously her mind blocked out the men.
“Look at that slut, she loves it. I knew she was a lesbian,” someone exclaimed.
“Look at me, Stephanie. Don’t you close your eyes. You look at me slut,” the black man ordered.
Stephanie’s large brown eyes stared back at the black man through her sexy librarian glasses. She tried to mask the pleasure flowing through her flesh like fire.
She bit down on her lip, her hips jerking like wild. Cindy was doing her best to hold her still.
“Agh…. Ahh!,” she moaned.
A wet spot began to spread across the red material. Stephanie’s knees buckled, she dropped to the floor, breathless.
Cindy looked up. Every man in the room was naked, and rock hard.