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Code Name Tequila Ch. 01

By: Travel_by_day



It was a beautiful day in San Diego. The sun was shining, and Ria Ortega was enjoying sea breeze on her face as she stood in Embarcadero Marina Park watching the sea. Out on the water sail boats tacked and jibed as they headed into San Diego Bay. Ria smiled and thought how far she was from the drug dens and slums of Oaxaca. 

She had seen so much killing over drugs in her short life. It was a world she had thought she had escaped, but now events were pulling her back into it, though this time on the right side of the fight, she hoped. She looked at her watch. Fifteen minutes until the final interview. She turned her back to the water, and walked towards the hotel. She walked towards a new life.

Parked in a van a few blocks away, two men in suits watched Ria walk along the road on close-circuit television. The van was stifling hot, but the men dared not open a window lest someone figure out there was something suspicious going on. Instead, they sat in their black suits and stewed in their own juices.

They quietly watched the video screens showing the dark-haired Mexican beauty walk along, her 5 foot 7 frame beautifully curved. She was wearing a tight shirt that showed off an excellent set of c-cups, and a tight pair of black pants that showed off a well shaped ass.

One of the suits turned to the other. "Do you think she can do it?"

The second man leaned back in his chair, wiping the sweat from his brow. "She better. This is our best hope."

* * *

Pablo was waiting in the lobby of the San Diego Marriott Hotel & Marina for Ria. Pablo greeted Ria in Spanish, and throughout their discussion they spoke their mother tongue. Pablo was a large man, and after shaking hands, Pablo directed Ria towards the far corner of the lobby. Ria walked, trying to shake her ass as sexily as she could. She couldn't see, but was sure Pablo would be watching her as she walked. Behind her, she could hear the fat man wheezing and shuffling as he walked.

They sat down on some comfortable couches in a quiet corner, and Pablo went into his spiel. Ria had already heard it before, but she smiled and nodded politely, trying to make as good an impression as she could.

"The Pan-American Grand Prix Racing Series is looking to become the premier open-wheel racing series on this side of the Atlantic. We know we can never touch the supremacy of Formula One, but that is too Asia and Europe focused. Indy car here in America suffers from being over shadowed by NASCAR in the USA, and unwatched by those outside of the states. By holding races not just in the USA, but all across the Americas, we hope to draw interest into the series, especially from Latin America."

"The Cabo Blanco Racing Team is one of 8 teams on the grid this year, each fielding 3 cars. Our sponsor, Cabo Blanco Tequila, really sees this as an opportunity to grow their brand outside of Mexico, and looks at Pan-Am GP series to give it an international, upmarket appeal. For the racing team, the sponsorship keeps a steady flow of investment capital to keep the team running. For us, pleasing our sponsor is very important."

"To that end, we are looking for ambassadors to work at our hospitality tents throughout the series, entertaining key clients and those influential in the liquor market. We aim to prove to Cabo Blanco that their investment in this team was the right move and pays dividends. That's why we are talking to you. We want you to be one of our ambassadors."

Ria smiled and nodded, trying to look as interested as possible. In reality, though, she was sceptical of the whole spiel. "Ambassadors, my ass," she thought. It was all just fancy talk for "pit bunnies," good looking girls in short skirts and tight tops to make old farts with money feel like they were sexy and important.

Lying, Ria said, "I am really looking forward to helping the team and Cabo Blanco, spread the word about Pan-Am GP racing and the smooth taste of Cabo Blanco's brand line. Personally, I am partial to the Cabo Blanco Platinum Promise."

Pablo smiled. "A girl with excellent taste. Platinum is very smooth. Have you had a chance to try the Mayan Reserve?"

Ria shook her head. Mayan Reserve was Cabo Blanco's most exclusive tequila, clocking in at over five hundred dollars a bottle. Frankly, Ria was lying about the Platinum. She was more than happy with the Silver Select brand, but she knew that if she was going to impress Pablo, she should try and prove she could push the up-market stuff.

Pablo clicked his fingers, and a waiter came over. "Two glasses of the Cabo Blanco Mayan Reserve, please," he said, looking smug. The waiter nodded and walked away. Ria smiled appreciatively, but secret was thinking that Pablo seemed like a really idiot, trying to show off with his wallet, no doubt to make up for his fat body, sweaty brow and thinning hair.

While waiting for their over-priced liquor, Pablo continued talking about the job. "As you know, there are different levels of ambassadors. At all the races, we hire local girls to temporarily work the booth in the open area, as well as some of the more menial serving duties in the hospitality tents. We have four levels of hospitality that we offer to our VIPs, the highest level for our most important guests is in our owners' box, where, of course, you'd also get to meet the owner's of Cabo Blanco Racing, Luis and Rodrigo Tabernas."

Ria knew that prior to getting the sponsorship from Cabo Blanco, the team had been called Tabernas Racing, after the million brother owners. Originally from Argentina, the brothers now lived an international life style, jet setting around the world and buying things like horses, football clubs and car racing teams. How they made their money originally was very shady, and how they managed to double their wealth during the crash in Argentina in 2001 was even more mysterious, at least to those in the business press.

"To work in the most exclusive tents, we need ambassadors who can speak multiple languages. What languages do you speak again?" Pablo asked.

"I speak English, French and Portuguese, with a touch of Italian," Ria said. "Oh, and of course, Spanish." Ria always had a knack for languages. Even though she had been brought up speaking Spanish, she learned English in her early teens working the streets of Tijuana, hustling American tourists. As she got older, she saw her ease with languages as the gateway out of poverty, and made an effort to learn the others.

The waiter came over, and put down the two glasses. Pablo picked up his glass, and looking over the rim of it, locked eyes with Ria. "It is in this area, the owners' box, that we want you to work."

Pablo took a sip of his glass, trying to look superior. Ria faked being overjoyed, forcing herself to giggle like a stupid girl. "Oh, Pablo, that is so wonderful. I really know I can do an excellent job for the brothers' and Cabo Blanco!" 

Pablo put down his drink, and wiped the smile off his face. "There is just one thing, though. I understand from Isabella that you are... what is the right word?"

"Transgendered," Ria said. She hadn't kept it a secret. She had been born a boy, but had been living as a girl for the past 11 years, even though she was only 22. Despite being born a boy, though, very few people could tell. She had a nice, shapely figure thanks to a black-market hormone treatment she had purchased in Mexico, and she had her breasts augmented to the beautiful c-cups when she was 18. Having posed as a woman for so long, she was expert now at walking like a woman, and sounding like one too. And she was very good at making sure her penis stayed tucked away between her legs, even when wearing the skimpiest of bikini bottoms.

She might not have even told Isabella, the woman she had first interviewed with, about being a transsexual, accept for one fact. She had been told that Luis Tabernas had a thing for transsexuals, and letting that information out was sure to increase her chances of getting herself assigned to the owners' box.

Pablo nodded, taking another sip of his tequila. He put the glass down, and looked at Ria in the eyes. "Now, are you sure you can keep yourself... hidden... in the uniforms? Because we at Cabo Blanco are an employer that does not discriminate, but we need to be sure that you can maintain the... complete illusions... of femininity when dealing with our clients."

Ria stood up and gave a slow twirl. Pablo stared at her pants, which were incredibly tight. He could not see any bulges or curves out of place.

"I can keep myself tucked away in anything," Ria said, sitting back down and taking a sip of the tequila. It was a nice taste, she admitted, but she couldn't say that it tasted like it was worth 10 times the price of a regular glass of tequila.

Pablo seemed satisfied. Isabella had been less easy to please. She had made Ria strip down to her panties and bra. Isabella then performed a very thorough, though clinical, examination of Ria's form. She grabbed her breasts to test for firmness. She flicked her stomach to test tautness. She even ran her hand over Ria's ass, and between her legs to make sure Ria's penis couldn't be felt. Ria had passed that inspection, and now appears to have passed Pablo's inspection as well.

Pablo smiled and downed the last drops of his tequila. "Well, Ria, I think it is safe to say that you will make a fine addition to the Cabo Blanco Racing team. The first race is 3 weeks from now in Las Vegas. In the meantime, we'll need you to go through some training, to make sure you understand the sport and the Cabo Blanco product line, so you can represent it to our customers. That will take place at our testing facility in Córdoba, Argentina. We'll be leaving two days from now. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," Ria said. She was already packed and ready to do, leaving as she was in a temporary house not far inland from hotel.

"Great," Pablo said, standing up and shaking Ria's hand. "Welcome aboard."

* * *

Ria walked three blocks from the hotel, and once she was sure she was not being followed, picked up a pay phone and dialled the number she had been given. The phone ringed 4 times, and then someone picked up.

"Anglo's Butchers," a voice said in English

"Can I speak to Arthur Millington?" Ria asked in English with only the slightest accent.

Ria heard a click, and then a different voice came on the line. "Code in," the voice said.

"Tequila, three-eight-zero-seven-five," Ria said. Tequila, she thought to herself. Bunch of smart asses.

"Confirm," the voice instructed. Ria knew this meant they wanted her to repeat the code-in phrase. 

"Tequila, three-eight-zero-seven-five."

Somewhere in a basement in Langley, Virginia, a computer performed a series of complex calculations to compare the voice pattern of the woman on the phone with the voice pattern on file. It was able to confirm with a 98.6254% probability that the voice on the phone was agent code-name Tequila, a non-employed contractor working in the field to infiltrate the Tabernas' organization.

A green light appeared on the screen of operative handling the call, along with a direction to transfer the call.

"Hold for Black Oak," the voice said, and Ria heard another click. 

Black Oak, now there was a spy name. When she was recruited by the CIA for this job, Ria had really been hoping for a cool spy name. Some joker in Virginia, though, on seeing that she would be posing as a spokesmodel for a racing team sponsored by a Tequila company, decided the liquor would be a good choice. Ria hated the code name. She had suggested some others, but Black Oak was not impressed.

Black Oak came on the line. As usually, his deep baritone voice was without any sort of inflection to portray emotion.

"Report," he commanded.

"I'm in the owners' box. Off to Cordoba two days from now," Ria reported.

"Acceptable," Black Oak said. He wasn't much for praise. "Report to the safe house and organize with Chambers. He'll get you up to speed, but once you are out on the road, you'll pretty much be on your own."

"Thank you, Black Oak," she said, but he had already hung up. Ria headed back to the safe house to speak with Agents Chambers, who had been her "handler" for the past month. Last two nights with him, she thought sadly. She was going to miss him.

* * *

At a ranch quiet ranch house over looking the waters of the Mar Chiquita salt lake near Cordoba, Argentina, Luis Tabernas was looking over his newest recruits. Three ladyboys flown in direct from Thailand were standing in front of him, completely naked. He examined their smooth, hairless bodies and felt the large cock between his legs start to rise. Luis was a good looking man in his late forties, with a full head of thick black hair that was just turning grey at the temples. He used to be very physically fit, but as he ages, his body has started to turn a little soft. He wasn't the muscled stud that he was in his twenties, when he and Rodrigo staged a coup and took over the drug business in Cordoba, but he was still a good looking man.

"You, on your hands and knees," he said to one of the ladyboys, speaking in English as he knew they didn't speak Spanish. The ladyboy obliged. Luis walked up and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was eight inches long and thick. Without any preparation or lube, Luis pushed himself all the way into the poor Thai girl's asshole. She yelped with pain, but Luis didn't stop. He started pumping in and out of her tender asshole.

"God, I love a tight, fresh asshole," he said. He looked up at the other two girls, who stood there staring at Luis fuck their friend. "I am going to use you two as well, just like I am using her, and you can stay here for as long as you are tight. Once your ass becomes loose, though, you can just go and fuck off back to Thailand. Don't worry, though, you'll be rewarded handsomely."

The two girls giggled nervously as their friend started to pant and groan with the pain of the constant pounding.

"Don't worry, baby, it gets better over time," Luis said. In reality, he didn't know if that was true, nor did he care. All he knew was that he was going to pound these trannies for a couple of days until he could get his hand on that beautiful pit girl slut that Isabella had sent him the picture of. "Ria Ortega," he said. "Now that's a piece of ass I am really going to abuse!"

* * * 

Ria was born as Vincent Hilario Giovanni Ortega in Oaxaca, Mexico a little over 22 years ago. He was born into a poor family, and his many siblings became easy pickings for the gangs and pimps that flashed a little wealth and made promises of easy cash. 

Vincent started working as a drug mule at the age of 8, picked because if he was caught the police would not arrest him, but merely give him a good beating and send him home. Vincent was wily though, and able to slip the police and army on most occasions. 

The police weren't the only threat, though. An 8 year old boy holding drugs could be an easy target for those looking to steal them. To protect himself, Vincent learned to fight. He learnt Mexican street fighting, a mix between martial arts, self-defence and all-out brawling. It was a style of fighting that saw nothing wrong with gouging eyes, kicking groins or chocking off the air supply of your opponent, as long as you ended up on the winning side. 

After a few months of running drugs for the gangs without being caught, he was rewarded with a small amount of money as a bonus. Most of the money he made had gone straight back into the family, a fact that his parents were not proud of, but felt they didn't have a choice.

The bonus, though, his parents told Vincent he could buy what he wanted with. He went to the market, and returned with a set of girl's underpants and a sun dress. His father was furious and his mother wailed endlessly. Poor Vincent cried, confused why his choice was causing so much trouble. He had so little that was bright and colourful, and this was a chance to wear something pretty. Why was that a bad thing?

The dress and panties were burned, and Vincent was depressed. He started staying out later at nights, and keeping more of the money he made running for himself. One night, out on the streets, he saw older boys standing on corners, wearing dresses, just had he wanted to. The boys seemed very popular with the men who drove up in their cars. Vincent wanted to be just like those boys, and so he started hanging around them more and more.

The boys taught Vincent about dressing up, and what the men wanted with the boys. Vincent was shocked, but listened intently. One night, one of the boys gave Vincent and dress and put him on the corner. "Just do what the men ask you to do, and take their money," the boy said. Vincent was happy to be in the dress, though wasn't really looking forward to doing the things that the men might ask.

Vincent was saved from having to perform with any men, though, as the news quickly got back to Vincent's house what was going on. Vincent's father came and grabbed Vincent off the street. The next Vincent was sent away from Oaxaca to live with his aunt in the country. Vincent was bored in the country, though, and after a year, ran away to Tijuana, and place he had heard that a smart young boy could make lots of money off rich Americans.

Vincent took to Tijuana like a fish to water. His skill in picking up the English language, plus the fact he was a cute 10 year old by this time made him irresistible to the American tourists, especially the women. He would show them around a bit, maybe help them get something they wanted, and in return he take some money. Usually, he managed to take a lot more than the Americans were expecting, either by picking pockets or through other scams.

Vincent started spending his money on pretty dresses and other girlie clothes, and by the time he was 11 had given up on living as a boy. At that point, Vincent changed his name, going through a few different variations until finally landing on Ria, the mouth of the river. Ria loved the water, and so the name seemed fitting.

Ria continued hustling tourists, and as she got older migrated into selling drugs and finally selling herself. Ria realized that the good life was not to be had from conning tourists, but rather becoming rich enough to be a tourist that could be conned. After meeting a Portuguese couple and learning enough Portuguese to communicate in just a few hours, Ria decided that she could make her money by learning languages, helping people communicate with each other. So she took to studying languages, and soon was fluent in English, Portuguese, French, Italian, Germany and a smattering of Chinese.

Unfortunately, knowing a lot of languages in Tijuana was not the key to endless wealth. Ria thought her ability with languages would led her to being the personal assistant of an international businessmen, or working as a translator for the UN. Instead, she wound up giving guided bus tours. At least, she figured, it was better than working as a street walker on Tijuana's mean streets.

A year ago, Ria was approached by an American who introduced himself as Donald Edwards. He was a good looking man, with dark full hair and dark eyes. He was in his late thirties, Ria guessed, and well muscled.

"I am a representative from the Business Development Bank of Eastern California, or as we like to call it that B.D.B.E.C. I am conducting some research into potential investments in Oaxaca for the BDBEC. I am looking for some one who can do some interpreting for me, as well as driving. I understand that you are from Oaxaca originally, do you think you could act as my chauffer and guide?"

Ria agreed, and they agreed on a very healthy price. The next day, after a short but bumpy plane ride in a small four-seater plane owned by the BDBEC, Ria was driving Mr. Edwards through the streets of Oaxaca. Ria quickly became suspicious of Mr. Edwards true intentions, as the "businesses" that he was visiting were for the most part in very shady parts of town. Not only that, but in many of the places, Mr. Edwards entered without Ria along. "If he had wanted an interpreter, why does he keep leaving me in the car?" she wondered.


Code Name Tequila Ch. 01



That evening, over dinner at a local restaurant, Ria confronted Mr. Edwards. "Tell me the true, what are you really here for? I don't want to get involved in helping you smuggle drugs across the border, or anything like that."

"I'm not a smuggler, don't worry," Mr. Edwards said. Ria would not let the topic drop though, and finally threatened to walk out and leave Mr. Edwards alone. Mr. Edwards shrugged, and with that Ria walked away.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Edwards passed Ria in the rent car, now driving himself. She watched him pass, and cursed him. Not only did Ria not get paid for her work, but she also gave up 3 solid days of work in Tijuana guiding and now had to pay for a bus ticket back to Tijuana. Ria didn't have too much time to feel sorry for herself, though, because things started to develop very quickly.

At the end of the road, three four-wheel drive sport utility vehicles appeared from nowhere, surrounding Mr. Edwards' rental. Six men jumped out of the cars, and Ria could see they were brandishing guns and shouting at Mr. Edwards to get out of the car.

Mr. Edwards got out of the car, hands in the air, pleading with his six potential captors that he didn't speak Spanish and couldn't understand what they were saying. The captors started to circle round Mr. Edwards, screaming at him and poking him with the barrels of their guns.

Ria acted quickly. She ran up to the driver's door of the nearest car, picking up a large rock off the side of the road. The driver wasn't looking in her direction, and Ria was able to hit and knock him out with the rock. There was a large knife on the dash board. Ria grabbed it and the keys from the ignition, and slashed the tires of the truck. The tires let out a hissing sound when punctured, but they couldn't be heard above the screaming of the would-be kidnappers.

The rear driver's side door to the second vehicle of the kidnappers was open, so Ria snuck in quietly, and without a sound managed to get the driver in a choke hold. Without blood going to his brain, he quickly passed out. Ria rolled him out of the SUV and towards the curb. She then grabbed the keys from the van, and crouching down made her way around to the third car, making sure to slash the tires along the way.

This driver was more focused on his job as a look out, and was keeping an eye out for people coming from his direction down the road. Ria wouldn't be able to sneak up on him. She felt the knife in her hand. It was nicely weighted. Ria had worked for a short time in a freak-show in Tijuana as the hermaphrodite, a roll that involved getting naked and sucking off a donkey. It was not her finest hour, she would admit; however she had made friends with the knife thrower, who had taught her some of the basics of knife throwing.

Ria stood up, and flung the knife at the driver. He opened his mouth ready to raise the alarm, but before a sound came out of his mouth, the knife hit him square between the eyes, burying itself 4 inches into his skull, and scrambling his higher brain function. He dropped to the ground.

Ria ran over to the SUV, and starting it up, threw it in reverse. The SUV ran into three startled kidnappers, who soon found themselves crushed between the back of the advancing SUV and one of the other trucks.

That left three startled men on the other side of Mr. Edwards. Ria threw open the door, calling for Mr. Edwards to jump in the SUV to make their escape. Mr. Edwards, though, had other plans. In the confusion, he moved swiftly towards the other three thugs. He grabbed the first one, and quickly incapacitated him with a quick chop to his vagus nerve in the man's neck. He pushed the limp man towards the second man, who dropped his gun to catch the body coming towards him.

Mr. Edwards leapt at the second man, and smashed his hand down on the man's nose. The man crumpled to the ground.

Mr. Edwards dropped to the ground just in time to avoid a volley of gunfire from the final man standing. Mr. Edwards' rolled toward the man, and with a quick upward movement grabbed the man's scrotum. He pulled and twisted, and the man fell to the ground howling in pain.

Ria had watched all this happen in just a matter of a couple of seconds. She was shocked, her mouth was wide open with surprise. She had seen some impressive fighters in her time on the streets, but nothing quite like Mr. Edwards.

Mr. Edwards stood up, and dusted himself off. He walked over to the man whose scrotum he had just pulled violently from his body, and grabbed him by the collar. He pulled him up and leaned him against the car. Speaking in fluent Spanish, Mr. Edwards started screaming a question over and over at the man. "Who is the Red Eagle? Who is the Red Eagle?"

The Red Eagle. Aguila Roja. Ria had heard the name before, back when she was running drugs in here as a child. Aguila Roja was the bogeyman, a mythical figure that would hunt you down and kill you if you were to run away with drugs. Aguila Roja had scared Ria when she was a boy, but now she believed it was just a story that the drug dealers told the kids they used to keep them in line. Mr. Edwards might of well been asking Santa Claus.

Ria got out of the car, and grabbed Mr. Edwards' arm. "Please, Mr. Edwards, we have to go. It is not safe here," she pleaded with him in English..

Mr. Edwards ignored Ria, continuing to ask the man about the Aguila Roja. 

"Mr. Edwards, please, come. There is no Aguila Roja. It is just a fairy tail," Ria said.

Mr. Edwards turned quickly, looking at Ria. "What do you know about Aguila Rosa?" he asked her in perfect Spanish.

Before Ria could answer, though, the man Mr. Edwards had been interrogating stood up. He pulled a gun from a holster hidden in his jacket, raising it towards Mr. Edwards back. Ria pushed Mr. Edwards out of the way, finding herself facing the barrel of the kidnappers gun.

A crocked smile came over the man's face. "You will never know the Red Eagle," he said, and then raised the gun to his head and pulled to the trigger. He crumpled to the ground, blood quickly creating a red pool around his head.

Mr. Edwards stood up, and grabbed Ria. He threw her in the passenger seat of the running SUV, and jumped in the driver's seat. He put the car in gear and peeled away.

Ria sat quietly in shock as Mr. Edwards sped through the streets of Oaxaca. Mr. Edwards took out a mobile phone and dialled a number.

"Arthur Millington," he said, and then a moment later followed up with, "Brown Bear, seven-six-five-one-one."

Ria looked over at Mr. Edwards. She watched him as he talked on the phone, only hearing his side of the conversation.

"Oaxaca was a bust. They were on to me. I just left nine men on the side of the road, some possibly still alive."

Mr. Edwards listened for a moment, and then replied angrily, "no, I haven't compromised anything. They knew who I was before they pulled me over. I was already compromised."

Mr. Edwards paused for the response, and then looking over at Ria said, "No, I think the girl is clean. She actually saved my neck, taking out half of the guys."

Ria finally regained the power of speech, and corrected Mr. Edwards. "I took out six of the nine! That's two-thirds!"

Mr. Edwards shushed Ria, and continued speaking in the phone. "No, it was nothing. I think the girl might know something. I am going to get to a safe house, and pump her for information."

Mr. Edwards paused, and as he listened, his face went white. "Yes, I understand." Mr. Edwards then switched to German, saying, "no more loose ends," before hanging up the phone.

Ria hadn't told Mr. Edwards she spoke German. She was clear on the meaning of "no loose ends." She tried to betray no emotion on her face, but she knew her only hope was escape, otherwise she would wind up dead.

Mr. Edwards continued to drive quickly, now on the outskirts of Oaxaca, he was able to drive without stopping, eliminating Ria's opportunity to jump out of the car and escape.

Instead, Ria asked one question, "Who are you?"

Mr. Edwards continued to stare at the road ahead. "My name is Robert Chambers, and I work for the Central Intelligence Agency."

* * * 

The safe house that Chambers had taken Ria to that night a year ago was in the middle of nowhere, along a twisting mountain road at least two and a half hours outside of Oaxaca. Ria considered her options, and decided that trying to proceed on foot through the mountains without supplies would be stupid. If she wanted to escape, she would need the SUV. Her best bet, she realized, was to use her feminine wiles.

Robert Chambers walked her into the safe house, and then secured the door with a padlock. He put the key into his jeans pocket. The windows had steel grating on them, which meant the only way out was to get that key.

Chambers motioned for Ria to sit down, and then walked towards the kitchen. Ria sat down on the sofa and watched Chambers open the door of the fridge.

"You must be thirsty after the long drive. Do you want anything?" he asked. Afraid of being drugged, Ria refused. Chambers shrugged his shoulders, and grabbed himself a beer.

Chambers walked over and took a seat on a chair opposite Ria. "Okay, Ria, what do you know about Aguila Roja?"

Ria smirked. "Aguila Roja is nothing. It is a story they tell children to scare them. You are asking me to tell you what I know about the Easter bunny."

Chambers frowned. "No, don't bullshit me. Aguila Roja is not a children's story. Where did you hear about him?"

Ria sighed, and told Chambers the story of her running drugs as a child, though switching her gender in the story from male to female, in keeping with her new appearance. Chambers listened, and at the end took a thoughtful swig of his beer.

"So, Aguila Roja was operating here in Oaxaca as far back as 15 years ago. That would be the first known use of the name. He must have started here. Oaxaca is definitely the key," Chambers said, talking more to himself than Ria.

"Who is this Aguila Roja you think you are looking for," Ria asked.

Chambers leaned forward. "Aguila Roja is the head of a drug cartel that is supplying most of the west coast of America with cocaine and heroine. He or she, we actually aren't sure of Aguila Roja's sex, has suppliers and producers working for him in Asia, Central and South America. The flow of drugs in incredible, but what is more distressing is what Aguila Roja is taking in payment. Instead of cash, Aguila Roja is mostly taking weapons. He is arming himself for something, and is amassing enough of an arsenal to destablize any of the countries in Latin America."

"I am trying to trace Aguila Roja's roots. We are trying to find out who the person was, so we can remove some of the fog surrounding Aguila Roja's identity today. That is why I was here in Oaxaca, following up on a lead that Aguila Roja might come from here."

Chambers sat back, and examined Ria's expression. "Do you have anything else you think you can add?" he asked.

Ria shook her head. "I have told you everything I know, and I haven't been involved with the drug trade for years now. I could introduce you to some of the people I used to work with," she offered, hoping that might be a way to prevent from being a loose end that needed to be tied.

Chambers shook his head. "Low level runners like yourself, they won't have any more information than you, probably." In reality, Chambers wanted to follow up on Ria's leads, for he know they might have more to offer. It wasn't up to Chambers now, though. The ambush in Oaxaca had meant that his cover was blown. Another agent would have to come down to Oaxaca and follow up on this lead.

Chambers got up. "There is a bed in the room through that door. Get some sleep, and we will head back up to Tijuana in the morning," he said. Chambers stood, waiting for Ria to move. Ria got up and walked into the room.

"Have a good night," Chambers said, before closing the door. It shut with what felt like an ominous thud to Ria.

Ria examined the room. All it contained was a metal framed small bed with a hard mattress and pillow. There was no other furniture. There was one window, but it was covered with steel grating. Ria examined the bed. She found that one of the bolts for the legs was loose. She unbolted it, and let the bed down slowly. Without a leg, it was no good for sleeping, but Ria wasn't planning on sleeping here tonight. She felt the metal leg in her hand. It wasn't all that strong, but it was heavy enough to knock a man out.

Ria looked through the keyhole. Chambers wasn't going to bed. Instead, he was sitting on the chair in the main room, giving him both a good view of the front door and the bedroom door. Ria couldn't sneak up on him. A frontal assault it would have to be. He was too far away to run at. She tried figuring out a way to hide the metal bed leg in her clothes, but could find no way to hide it that was both secure enough for her to walk over to Chambers without the leg falling out of her clothes, and discrete enough that he wouldn't be able to see the leg.

Ria abandoned the concept of the bashing Chambers with the metal leg. Instead, she leaned the metal leg against the wall by the door, and striped down to her underwear and bra. She tussled her hair up to try and give it some body. Without a mirror or any make-up, that was the best she could do. She hoped her natural beauty would be enough to entice Chambers to drop his guard.

She opened the door, and leaned against the door jamb. Chambers looked up at Ria, and his mouth dropped open.

"Is that drink still available?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at Chambers.

Chambers hesitated. He knew that he shouldn't do anything in this instance. More than likely the girl was trying to seduce him to make an escape. All his training told him to resist this temptation and tell her to return to her room. In addition, he had a direct order from Black Oak to terminate the girl, to ensure as few people as possible knew about the investigation into Aguila Roja.

Added to that was the fact that Chambers knew nothing about the girl. She was a last minute replacement after the initial driver and translator was injured in a traffic accident. Chambers spoke perfect Spanish, so he didn't need a translator, but it would look suspicious if he was driving himself around. Someone out of the San Diego office had a friend of a friend of a friend that recommended Ria. So Chambers signed her on without any sort of background check. It was a field decision that was probably ill advised, but his superiors decided to go with Chambers judgement in this case.

"So," Chambers told himself. "You don't sleep with prisoners. You need to kill this girl. You don't know anything about her. Logic says to order her back to her room."

Despite all that, Chambers was a man, and when confronted with a beautiful woman in lingerie, logic tended to break down. In addition, Ria had saved his life, taking down six of the nine men attacking him, though of course his report would minimize her role. Finally, when Chambers signed up to be an agent in the CIA, he was expecting a lot more sex. James Bond was always having sex. Spies in movies were always having sex. Since becoming an agent, Chambers was having less sex than when he was a civilian.

"God damnit, Robert," Chambers said to himself, "you are in a cabin in the mountains with a beautiful woman. Forget the rules and tonight be James Bond."

Chambers stood up and walked to the fridge. While his back was turned, Ria reached down and grab the leg of the bed. She quickly moved over to the couch and slid the metal leg under the couch just as Chambers turned around, holding two beers in his hands.

Chambers looked over a the door jamb, and then at the couch. "Wow, you move quickly," he said.

"I'm anxious to feel you against me," Ria said, running her hand down her body. She was hoping that the come on would distract Chambers from the strangeness of her having just run across the room. It did.

Chambers walked over to the couch, and both he and Ria took a seat. Chambers handed her the beer, and then sat there looking at her. Ria was confused, why wasn't Chambers making a move. Ria figured he was probably holding back, to assess the situation. In reality, Chambers was scared to make a move because he had never been with a woman so good looking. So they just sat there for a couple minutes sipping their beers and saying little.

Ria waited. She had been hoping that Chambers would make a move towards her. Then she could get the beer bottle above her head and bring it down upon Chambers. Instead she was going to have to take a more active role. She leaned back and unsnapped her bra, releasing her beautiful c-cups. Chambers whimpered as his eyes fixed on the perfect, olive skin breasts.

"Do you want to suck on these breasts," Ria asked. Chambers nodded and lunged forward. Ria was surprised by the speed and clumsiness of Chambers' move, and had the beer bottle knocked from her hand. It rolled across the floor, spilling out its beer across the floor.

"Oh no, my beer. Let me grab that," she said.

"Don't worry about it," Chambers said, as he pinned Ria down to lick and suck on her rising nipples.

Ria sighed, so much for that plan. At least the metal bed leg was under the couch. She tried to reach it, but couldn't from her position. She tried to move, but the weight of Chambers' body had pinned her down. So she decided to let Chambers suck her nipples and wait for her chance.

Despite herself, Ria started to feel herself enjoying the sensation of Chambers' mouth on her tits. For all the awkwardness and clumsiness of his move towards her, once his lips were on her breasts he turned out to be a quite a tender lover. Chambers' lips and tongue flicked and sucked her nipples, and Ria put her head back and moaned. 

Chambers' started to move his head down, kissing and sucking her flat stomach. Ria lost her mind for a moment, but then caught herself as she realized that Chambers was moving down to towards her crotch. She grabbed his head and pulled it away.

"Whoa, not so fast, cowboy. Why don't you get out of those clothes and let me take you in my mouth," she said.

Chambers jumped up and started striping, possibly faster than Ria had ever seen a man strip. Unfortunately, Chambers kept his eyes on Ria the entire time, meaning she didn't have an opportunity to reach under the couch for the metal bed leg.

Chambers pulled off his boxer shorts to reveal a hard, stiff six inch cock. It was actually quite a nice looking cock, cut and a tight, hairless scrotum and a light fringe of brown pubic hair. Chambers walked over to Ria, still sitting on the couch, his cock on an even level with Ria's mouth.

Ria put out her tongue, and started to flick the end of Chambers' cock. Chambers shuttered with pleasure, letting out a whimpering moan. Ria opened her mouth, and pushed her way down Chambers' shaft. Chambers let out a long "Ahh" as she worker her mouth down his shaft.

Ria started to find herself becoming turned on. Ria was always very careful to let men know before they started that she was a transsexual to try and avoid any surprises that might lead to violence. This was the first time she was ever having sex with a man when he didn't know what she had between her legs. Ria found it very exciting to know that this man was appreciating her completely as a woman, without any thought in his head that she was anything less. The thought of it had Ria's fingers flicking and twisting at her nipples while she pleasured Chambers with her mouth. Ria could feel her cock start to grow hard, trapped between her legs and held in place by the fabric of her underwear.

Chambers was enjoying himself as well. It wasn't just that Ria could suck a cock very well, which she could, but also that Chambers felt, for the first time, that he was a "spy" like he'd imagined as a kid. Like other kids, he wanted to be a spy when he grew up. Unlike other kids, he never lost the dream. He made sure the courses he took in high school and university all helped to that aim, ending up with a quadruple major in politics, geography, languages and psychology. Top of his class and in physical shape as well, he moved quickly through the recruiting process and was soon assigned to field positions.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 01



Once out in the field, though, he found it mostly was pretty boring stuff. There were no fancy gadgets, no unrestrained gun fights, no evil super-villains and no women named Pussy Galore. In fact, it was mostly sitting in a darkened van on an endless stakeout, with the occasional break to rummage through someone's garbage to look for anything of interest.

But now, now he was finally living the life of a spy. He'd travelled to a foreign land, got into a gun fight, been saved by, and in turn saved a beautiful woman, and now he was fucking her. He felt the orgasm start to well up in him. As he released his load into Ria's mouth, he shouted out. "I AM JAMES BOND!"

Ria was surprised by the speed with which she was able to bring Chambers to orgasm. She hadn't intended to make him cum, as she wanted to keep him distracted. A horny man can be distracted by a perfect set of c-cups, a satisfied man just wants to go to bed. 

Ria had to act quickly, so she swallowed down Chambers' cum and quickly stood up. Chambers was still smiling a goofy grin, recovering from shooting his load. Ria put her foot behind Chambers' leg, and pushed him, causing him to fall over on his back on the floor. Ria quickly leapt down and straddled Chambers at his waist, pinning him down.

Chambers was rubbing his head, which had hit the floor pretty hard. "What was that for?" he asked.

"You've had your fun, now I get mine," Ria said.

Ria arched her back, her tits jutting out into the air. Chambers forgot about the pain in his head, and reached out again for those lovely breasts. Ria, meanwhile, was stretching her right hand out under the couch. As her fingers crawled across the floor, Chambers' hands started to work down her body, massaging and caressing the soft skin on her stomach and sides. 

Chambers fingers reached the elastic band of Ria's panties, and he started to pull them away from her body. Ria's fingers finally found the cold metal of the table leg, but she could only get the tips of her fingers on it and couldn't get a decent purchase on it. She lifted herself slightly off the floor to reach the table leg. Chambers started to pull her panties down at the same moment, and her semi-erect cock sprung from out between her legs and started to bulk out the crotch of her panties.

Chambers saw the bulge in Ria's panties, and so he yanked them as far down as he could. At the same time, Ria's right hand wrapped around the metal bed leg.

Chambers stared down at the space between Ria's legs. "What the hell? Do you have a cock?" he asked. He looked up at Ria's face just in time to see a metal club smash down onto the top of his head.

* * *

A year later, Robert Chambers was still working a desk in Virginia. Letting a prisoner escape, even if the follow up investigation did show her to be a harmless tour guide from Tijuana, was frowned upon and very career limiting in the agency. Chambers had gone from being a rising field agent on his way up the ranks to a pencil pusher over night.

The investigation in Aguila Roja, on the other hand, had moved forward with lightning speed. Thanks to the information that Chambers had gotten from Ria about Aguila Roja operating in Oaxaca 15 years earlier, they were able to put together a much more complete history of the shady character. They still didn't know who the Red Eagle was, but they were able to find an informant in Oaxaca. He had never met Aguila Roja, but knew enough associates to start to fill out the organization.

From this information eventually came the information that Aguila Roja was using the Pan-American Grand Prix racing series to smuggle weapons out of American and drugs into America. The racing series had been set up 10 years previously by an ambitious race fan and sometimes driver called Walter "Piston" Clark. 

Piston's vision was for a racing series that included all the Americas, with the same calibre of racing as Formula One, but with more races in the USA and all races during the prime afternoon sports slot on Saturdays for the advertisers. With the races happening in South America, and especially Brazil, he was able to lure some top quality Latin American drivers that had previously been in Formula One, Indy Car or NASCAR.

Piston was a hell of a talker, and managed to get backing for the racing series from a number of sponsors. Sadly, Piston was not skilled at much else, and that included business. Despite pulling in great numbers at the track and getting decent rating on the TV, within 2 years the series was bust. It was then that Piston was approached by a consortium that would solve all his financial problems. All he had to do was allow them to run the logistics of the racing series, and set the locations and the dates for the races.

The calendar was shuffled around so that it alternated with 2 races in the USA or Canada, and 2 races in Latin America. The number of planes and trucks required to move the cars and their teams suddenly doubled overnight, especially for the transitions between the USA and the South American stops.

The consortium, it was discovered by the CIA, was headed up by Aguila Roja. The logistics of moving the race was used as cover to move goods. After the second for the two races during an American stop, the planes were loaded with guns. These were offloaded in South America during the first race in South America. During the second race in South America, the planes were loaded with drugs, which were offloaded during the first race of an American stop. Then the whole thing repeated again until it was completed four times a season. 16 motor car races, all just to ship drugs and weapons.

Aguila Roja started having other people he worked closely with buy up the teams, to ensure complete control. One of these primary links was the Tabernas brothers. A strategic assessment was undertaken, and infiltration of the Tabernas brothers organization was determined to be a key priority in the investigation into Aguila Roja. Analysts poured over the possibilities, and came up with a few different plans. The most promising one was to get a girl on the inside via the "race ambassadors" program.

Black Oak called a meeting to discuss the path forward, and invited Chambers along as a courteous. Chambers was expected to sit quietly during the meeting and say nothing. So Chambers mostly just leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

"Well, we need a girl that is smart on her feet, can handle herself, is really good looking and doesn't mind being treated like a piece of meat by Argentinean millionaires and their friends," Black Oak summarized. "Is that about right?"

The analyst giving the presentation squirmed a little before saysing, "ummm, for the most part. However, not to over complicate things, but to maximize our potential of success, we should try and play into Luis Tabernas' predilection for transsexual women, preferably of Latin American or Asian descent. Getting a transsexual into the audition process, assuming she is good looking enough and... as they say, passable, will give us a lock guarantee of getting the girl into the owners' box. A regular woman, and its just a crap shot then."

Black Oak nodded. "Actually, that might make it easier. All we need to do is get one of our agents in a dress. Asian or Latin American is best? Okay, Cho, Juárez, what do you say? Could you make a good looking woman?"

Agents Cho and Juárez looked very uncomfortable, thinking of not only having to wear a dress, but also the comment about "being treated like a piece of meat." Finally Cho asked, "would this involve any sex?"

The analyst giving the presentation nodded. "Luis is most likely going to want to have anal sex with the woman involved, yes."

Black Oak nodded again. "Right, that's no problem. CIA agents are trained to endure pain. So, what do you boys say. Cho, you up for it?"

Chambers laughed, and leaned forward. "Sir, if I may, I think I have an even better option that making Juárez or Cho cross-dressers. I think I have the perfect girl."

Black Oak sighed. "It better not be you, Chambers. I know you have been trying to get back in the field, but Cho would make a much better woman than you."

Chambers smiled. "No sir, it's not me. It's just a little loose end that I failed to tie off previously."

* * *

Ria hung up the phone and walked back towards the house, varying her route as she had been instructed to do. She thought back to that moment, six weeks ago, when the American with the loud shirt had approached her at the marina in Cabo San Lucas. Ria had fled to Cabo San Lucas after escaping from Chambers in Oaxaca, figuring that Tijuana would be too dangerous in case the CIA came after her, assuming that is even who Chambers really worked for.

Chambers had reported the escape of Ria to his superiors, but had changed some of the details, specifically that he had been whacked by the bar in the bedroom, where he had gone to check on the prisoner after she complained of being sick. He did report that Ria was a transsexual, but instead of telling the truth about how he learnt that fact, said that he had gleaned it from examining her behaviour, deducing the truth and confirming it during the integration.

The CIA were able to track Ria's history in Tijuana, but were not able to find anything out about her past before that, and didn't link her to the Ortega family back in Oaxaca. They were not able to pick up on her whereabouts after Oaxaca. She had not returned to Tijuana, and as she was travelling internally within Mexico, they had no document trail to follow.

A break had come a few weeks prior to the meeting in Virginia when Chambers had suggested using Ria for the undercover role in the Tabernas' organization. An analyst from the Latin American desk had gone fishing down in Cabo San Lucas, and brought back pictures of the trip. There, on the boat serving beers and acting as a guide, was Ria. The analyst wasn't assigned to the Oaxaca case, so didn't know who she was, but upon showing his pictures around on his return, she was positively identified.

At the time, it was decided to leave her alone, as she had been assessed as not being a threat to the Aguila Roja investigation, but after Chambers suggestion, a team was dispatched down to Cabo San Lucas to recruit her.

The man in the loud shirt approached Ria as she walked along the marina walk, trying to convince American tourists to do a full-day fishing trip on the boat of her employer, Mr. Estrada.

"Looking to go fishing today?" she asked the American.

"No, not today. Too sunny for me. I don't suppose you'd want to grab a drink with me over at the bar there," the American asked, pointing to the nearby patio at No Worry's. 

Ria rolled her eyes. Constantly she had Americans coming up and trying to pick her up, thinking that every Mexican girl is going to drop her panties for the chance to hook an American sugar-daddy.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I am working right now. Maybe some other time," Ria said, but with a tone in her voice that clearly communicate her true message, "fuck off unless you want to buy a fishing trip."

"Are you sure? My treat, with no strings attached," the man said.

That's what they always say, of course, and Ria was prepared for it. "Oh, thank you sir, but no, I don't think so. Let me know if you change your mind about the fishing. It is a beautiful day, and if you are worried about the sun, we can put the sun shade up to keep you shady and cool."

Ria turned and started to walk away. The American called after her, "Please, Ms. Ortega, don't leave so fast. I think I have an interesting proposition for you."

Ria froze at the mention of her name. Since arriving in Cabo, she had been using the name Lucia Vicario. She could only think of two groups of people who could come after her in Cabo, either Chambers and the CIA or the cartels of Oaxaca. She wasn't dead yet, so she figured this man was probably CIA.

Ria thought about running, but looked up and saw two burly Americans staring at her standing 30 feet away. She looked down the alley that ran beside No Worry's and the Tesoro Hotel towards Marina Boulevard, but she noticed two large Americans standing guard at the end of the alley there. Ria started to formulate other plans, including jumping into the Marina water and swimming for it.

The American walked up behind her, close enough to speak quietly to her, but not close enough to spook her. "Don't worry Ms. Ortega. We are not here to take you in. We consider the incident in Oaxaca closed. But we do want to talk to you about a potential position that could be very lucrative to you."

Ria sighed, and turned around. "Okay, one drink," she said, and followed the man onto the patio at No Worry's. He ordered two beers while the four burly Americans took up positions at various points around the area. Ria wasn't sure if it was for the man's protection or to prevent her from escaping.

The man explained what they were looking for, someone to infiltrate the Tabernas' organization via the racing ambassador's program, and how the CIA thought her special mix of street smarts, self-defensive, intelligence and physical beauty would be perfect for the role. The American also explained Luis' taste in partners, and how they felt her physical attributes in that respect would help ensure she got into the owners' inner circle.

The American concluded his talk with the offer. "One-hundred thousand US dollars if you make it into the inner circle and can stay there gathering intelligence for the racing season, which lasts a little over 8 months. You can keep any money you make during the season from the job or any other 'activities' you might get up to. Just don't get caught or killed is all we ask."

Ria looked up at the white tower that rose above the bar and thought about the offer. A hundred thousand was a decent amount of money, but it wasn't enough to retire on. Ria would need to keep working, and if she was going to do that, she wanted access to more opportunities.

"I am fine with your conditions, but I have one more condition to add. I want American citizenship," Ria said.

The American scowled, "It is a long and difficult process to acquire citizenship, Ms. Ortega. America is not in the habit of just giving it away, and I don't have the authority to do so, even if I wanted to."

Ria stood up. "Well, then, thank you for your time. Have a nice day." She started to walk away, and heard the American curse under his breath.

"Ms. Ortega, please, come back and sit down."

Ria returned, and took her seat. The American looked at her for a moment, and finally shook his head in resignation.

"Fine, if you can successfully complete the mission and bring us actionable intelligence, you can get citizenship," he said.

Ria smiled and shook the American's hand. "Thank you. I am sure it will be a pleasure working with you."

The American picked up his mobile phone, and sent a text message to an electronic mailbox in Virginia. The message was quickly relayed to the Blackberry of the director of the Aguila Roja investigation, the man they called Black Oak. 

"Tequila is a go."

* * * 

Back in the present, Ria opened the door to the safe house in the Gaslamp district of San Diego. Despite being called a "safe house," it was in fact a safe apartment, on the third floor of a four story low rise building of studio lofts. 

Chambers had returned to the safe house about twenty minutes prior. Chambers and another agent named Wilson had been watching Ria from a van parked a few blocks from the Marriott. They had tapped into the local CCTV cameras and had a patch on the security cameras in the lobby of the Marriott, so they could watch the meeting progress, though without the sound. 

Chambers had lost five dollars to Wilson when the meeting ended without Pablo having taken Ria upstairs to his room. The fat fuck had taken every other girl upstairs for a quickie, but had refrained from taking Ria upstairs. Wilson had figured that Pablo wasn't into shemales, but he'd never seen Ria up close. Chambers didn't figure that most men would be able to resist her, and was more inclined to write off Pablo's reluctance to taking Ria upstairs due to the fact that he didn't want to upset Luis Tabernas by fooling around with a girl destined for his lap.

After the meeting finished, Wilson dropped Chambers off at the safe house. Chambers took off his jacket and tie, and made two tuna fish sandwiches. He sat down at the kitchen table and started to eat one, leaving the other one on a plate on the kitchen counter.

Ria walked in the door and saw Chambers sitting at the counter, eating his tuna fish sandwich. Ria had been very surprised when Chambers had been assigned to watch over her during the past month. At first he was very cold, almost hostile to Ria, but over time he has started to warm and Ria had found herself becoming attracted to the man who had been ordered to kill her just over a year ago.

Chambers had not originally been happy he was assigned to watch over Ria. "It's a chance to get back in the field," Black Oak had told him, but Chambers was pretty sure this was further punishment for letting the girl go in Oaxaca.

At first, Chambers wasn't sure of his feelings. Part of him wanted Ria to succeed because he was the one that suggested her and it would be good for his career, but another part of him wanted her to fail because he was still upset about being bested by her back in Oaxaca. 

He took to his task of helping her infiltrate the Tabernas' racing team with a clinical detachment at first, but over the past month he had grown to respect Ria. She took to her work with enthusiasm, and showed a natural intelligence to pick up what she was taught quickly. In addition to helping Ria cram up on the details of the Tabernas brothers and what was known about Aguila Roja, he also spent a couple hours a day with Ria in the gym, helping her both keep fit (they wanted her to look attractive for Luis Tabernas and his guests) and also helping her refine her self-defence skills.

Chambers motioned over to the sandwich on the counter. "I thought we could have a quick lunch, and then work on some judo throws after lunch," he said. Ria took the sandwich and sat at the table.

As Ria took her first bite on the sandwich, Chambers congratulated her on getting the job with the Cabo Blanco team. "I hear that you made it into the owners' box right away. I have heard rumours that the Colombian and Mexican security services have been trying to get that close to the Tabernas brothers for the past year without getting anywhere within the same zip code as them."

Ria smiled. "That's because they never asked me to work for them."

"Their loss," Chambers laughed. Then Chambers face turned serious as he asked the next question. "Are you scared? I have heard some pretty nasty things about Luis Tabernas. He'll probably want to have sex with you."

Ria shrugged. "It is not a problem. Actually, he is kind of cute, I think."

Chambers blanched. "He's a cold blooded killer, and I have heard he likes to treat his women rough."

"You have to remember, Agent Chambers, I used to be a street walker in Tijuana. I have slept with people who were a lot dirtier, a lot rougher and a lot meaner than Luis Tabernas in my time. Luis Tabernas is no different than any of them. I'll take care of him and keep him distracted while I take care of myself and stay alert."

Chambers was impressed by her nerve, and nodded slowly. Ria grabbed her sandwich, taking a large bite and chewing.

"Besides, I've seen the pictures of the Tabernas' villas and ranches around the world. Any of them is a lot nicer than a flea bag motels I used to use in Tijuana. Frankly, I think I might enjoy this." Ria finished the last bite of her sandwich and stood up. "Alright, Chambers, let's fight."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 02



As the Lincoln Town Car pulled up to the general aviation terminal at San Diego International Airport, Ria tried to contain her excitement and her nervousness. She was excited because this was all a new and quite glamorous experience for her. Up until the CIA paying for a commercial airline ticket for her from Cabo San Lucas to San Diego six weeks ago, she had never been in an airplane before. In fact, until that flight she hadn't even been outside of Mexico. 

Now she was about to get onto a private jet and fly from the United States to Argentina! From there, she would spend the next eight months jetting around the Americas, sipping on champagne, chatting with millionaires and staying in five star hotels. It was amazing to think about, and she occasionally found herself sitting in the back of the Town Car giggling with glee.

Another part of her was filled with nerves, perhaps even dread. She was about to enter the mouth of lion. She had seen enough to Oaxaca and Tijuana to know that those who worked in the drug business were dangerous, especially if they sensed you might be setting up to work against them. When she was nine, a gang that was a major player in the drug trade in the north-east of Oaxaca had found out a local man had been acting as a paid informant for the Mexican Federal Police. They sliced him open and left him in the middle of his street, right out in front of his house where his wife and children could see. 

Ria had been there as the eight-year old boy named Vincent. He standing on the side of the road drinking a soda (purchased, ironically, with money earned from running drugs for the same gang that gutted the man). A van had sped down the street, and without stopping or really even slowing, they had opened the door and pushed the man out. Vincent stood and watched as the man bounced on the street, before coming to a rest a few feet from Vincent. He walked up to the man, covered in blood and bruises, with intensities spilling out of his slit stomach. Vincent looked down at the limp body. Vincent leaned closer, looking at the man's puffy blood-covered face with eyes shut and mouth agape.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed Vincent's leg. "Help me," he whispered, his words muffled by the gargle of blood in his mouth. Vincent screamed and ran away, dropping the soda bottle. It smashed on the pavement of the road, the sticky cola in the bottle mixing with the sticky blood pouring out of the man as he breathed his last heaving and sputtering breaths.

Ria, the transsexual woman that 8 year old boy had grown into had never forgotten that moment, and the feel of the man's clammy hands on her leg. She knew that if the Tabernas' found out about her being an agent for the CIA, they would waste no time in sending her to a similar fate. The CIA had given her a laptop computer and a mobile phone that also allowed her to send mission reports, encoded texts and view CIA files via a secure satellite network, but that was all the support she would get. If things went wrong, she was on her own. The CIA made it clear that there was no rescue. There was no cavalry if the Tabernas' decided that she couldn't be trusted and turned on her. 

Chambers had been sad when she left. She could sense that he felt that she was heading off into a position that she would not return from, and he reminded her again to be careful. She sensed that Chambers would have liked to go with her, to provide extra support and protection, but both of them knew that was not possible. For the cover to work, she had to be alone and isolated amongst the wolves. It was the only way that people would buy her cover.

The Lincoln stopped in front of the terminal. Ria opened the passenger door as the driver hopped out of the car and removed her bag from the trunk. Isabella, the woman from the Tabernas' Cabo Blanco Racing Team who initial interviewed her for the position came striding out of the terminal. She was a stern looking woman, tall and thin. She walked in a way that was stiff and formal. She wore her hair up in a tight bun, and her face had pinched features. If Ria didn't know Isabella was Mexican, she would have sworn she was German.

Isabella walked over to Ria and shook her hand. "Welcome to the Cabo Blanco team, Ms. Ortega." Isabella glanced over at the single suitcase and small hand bag that the driver had fetched from the trunk of the car. "Is that all you have," Isabella asked.

"Yes," Ria said. She didn't have much in the way of clothes beyond the shorts, tshirts and hats that she had tended to wear around the marina in Cabo San Lucas. She had one black dress that she had worn out when wanting to look dressed up. The CIA had provided a few more clothes, including the black pants she wore to the interviews with Isabella and Pablo, and jacket as they said some places she was going would be "significantly more chilly" than Cabo San Lucas.

Isabella nodded at the bag and opened her mouth in a tight, almost painful looking smile. "I like a girl who is an efficient packer. You needn't worry about too many clothes, anyway, as the Racing Team will be providing you with a full branded wardrobe to wear during corporate events, from casual events including race day to more formal events."

Ria smiled as she picked up her hand bag. A porter came out of the terminal and picked up the suitcase. Isabella directed him to take it directly to the plane, and then thanked the driver of the Lincoln with a ten-dollar bill as a tip while telling him to charge the cost of the ride to the Cabo Blanco account.

Once the business was taken care of, Isabella directed Ria towards the terminal. "We are almost ready to go, but we have a few minutes until Mr. Fernandez arrives, so we have time to go inside and have a drink in the lounge. One of the other girls is already here."

Ria nodded and followed Isabella into the private terminal. The building itself wasn't much to look at from the outside. It resembled an airport hanger, covered with metal siding and boxy. It was much nicer on the inside, though, with a very comfortable passenger lounge with large comfortable chairs. Isabella directed Ria over to a small grouping of chairs, where a blonde woman with curly hair was already sitting. She bounced out of her chair and hugged a surprised Ria, shrieking with delight.

"OH MY GOD!" the curly blonde shrieked, "how exciting is this? Private jets and champagne and RACING... CAR... DRIVERS? Couldn't you die?"

Isabella smiled her painful looking smile, and introduced the women to each other. The blondes name was Emma, and she was from Kansas. When Isabella said Ria was from Mexico, Emma opened her already big blue eyes even wider and smiled a 1000 watt smile. "I was in Mexico last year. In Cancun. PARTY CENTRAL!" she said, twirling around three times and then giggling like a maniac.

Ria smiled a strained smile, and said she was from Oaxaca. Emma nodded enthusiastically, saying, "uh-huh, uh-huh. Cool." Her blue eyes sparkled with life, but Ria guessed that Emma had no idea where Oaxaca was, or even what Oaxaca was. Isabella saved the two from more conversation by handing Ria a flute of sparkling wine and telling them to take a seat.

"Okay, before we go, a few things to cover. The jet we are flying is one of the Cabo Blanco's Challenger 604s. It can't make it all the way to Cordoba, so we will be stopping in Bogota, Colombia quickly to refuel. We will be flying through the night and landing in Bogota in the morning. While in Bogota, we will be picking up another two girls who are coming down to Cordoba."

Emma let out a whispered, "Yay!" and quietly clapped her hands together. Isabella looked at Ria and rolled her eyes before continuing.

"From Bogota, we will fly directly to Cordoba. We land tomorrow early afternoon. From there we will head out to the Tabernas' ranch at the Mar Chiquita salt lake for an introduction dinner. After that, we'll head back to the testing facility that is just outside of Cordoba. We'll do two weeks of training, about half of it related to the racing team and half related to Cabo Blanco with a little bit about our other sponsors. We'll spend a couple days at the test track and meet the drivers and mechanics, plus get some in depth information on the cars."

"In two weeks time, we'll head off to the first race in Las Vegas."

Emma giggled and clapped again.

Isabella continued. "Right. Joining us today on the plane will be Mr. Andre Fernandez. He is the Chief Operating Officer of Cabo Blanco Tequila. He's going down to Cordoba with us for some meetings with the Tabernas brothers, but Mr. Fernandez has been nice enough to agree to join us for dinner, so you'll get a chance to gain some good knowledge from him about Cabo Blanco's product and the company."

Isabella leaned forward, and motioned for Emma and Ria to do the same. In a low whisper, to ensure that others in the lounge could not hear, she said, "Now, Cabo Blanco and the Tabernases expect you to be professional when you are working. There is a schedule that you must keep to, and you must present yourself professionally and represent the team and our sponsors well. You will be meeting many men, some of whom will be interested in your company during the off hours. We at Cabo Blanco and Tabernas Racing do not condone any such behaviour, however we are willing to turn a blind eye to any extra-circular activities that you choose to partake in, and any money those activities may earn you. If you so choose to entertain any guests, please make sure that you are discrete and still maintain a professional image of the racing team and our sponsors."

Isabella scanned the eyes of both Emma and Ria to ensure that they understood, and satisfied that her point was made, sat back.

Ria smiled, "well, I don't think we have to worry about anything with me. After all, I don't think many of the clients would be interested in being entertained by men," she said, glancing down at her crotch. Isabella knew that Ria was a transsexual, as Ria had been sure to tell her during the interview process.

Emma was unaware of Ria's secret, but picking up that something was up opened her eyes wide. "Why wouldn't men want to go with you, you're beautiful!" she said.

Isabella answered the question. "Ria is a transsexual," she said bluntly and without emotion. Ria was shocked. She was used to delivering that news a little more gently. Ria didn't think that Isabella was trying to be mean or dismissive, but rather was just being her direct self.

Emma's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Wow, you have a pee-pee?" she asked Ria. 

Ria blushed, not at Emma knowing, but at the innocence of her question. "Yes, which is why I don't think many clients will be interested in being entertained by me."

Isabella turned to Ria. "I wouldn't be so sure. There was rumours about one of the girls on the Patterson Racing team being a transsexual last year, and apparently she did quite well entertaining clients off-hours. It is, of course, up to you. Entertaining clients in that way is not a requirement of the job."

Emma smiled and nodded. "I don't mind entertaining clients. Personally, I love sex. Oral, pussy, anal, whatever. I love the taste of cum. I'll even drink pee. I'll do anything, it all turns me on. I especially like it when they pay."

Now it was Ria's turn to be surprised. Emma had seemed such an innocent girl, and her she was talking about drinking piss.

Isabella nodded. "Emma's beauty and enthusiasm for all things was the primary reason that Pablo and I decided to hire her. You, Ria, were hired for different reasons, those being your grace, charm, intelligence and the additional assets you have."

Just then a large man walked by. He didn't say anything, just snapped his fingers and pointed out at the planes on the tarmac as he strode by.

"Ah, Mr. Fernandez is ready to go," Isabella said as she stood up. She motioned out to a white plane on the tarmac with a large Cabo Blanco Tequila logo on the side. "Shall we?"

* * * 

Ria was nervous as the plane took off, but once the plane had climbed up to cruising altitude and the captain turned off the seat belt sign, Ria relaxed. 

Ria looked around the plane. It sat 9 people, configured with four seat facing each other at the front of the plane, and 2 seats and a 3 seat couch at the back. Isabella, Ria and Emma sat in the back area, with Ria and Isabella facing each other in the seats while Emma stretched out on the couch. Andre Fernandez sat in the front group of four seats, facing forward and talking on a satellite phone. Up front was the flight attendant, who had moved into the galley to prepare a quick meal after serving each of the passengers a high-ball glass of tequila.

Emma shot her glass and looked around. "Where's the stewardess? I need a refill."

Isabella inhaled through a grimace. "That was more of a sipping drink, Emma. Not a shooter."

Emma shrugged and got up, walking up to the front to find the flight attendant. Ria watched her walk to the front, her hips swinging and shaking like a sex kitten. Ria noted that Frenandez didn't even look up when she passed. Ria figured that he must either be gay or very focused on his work to not have taken a peek at Emma's ass. Most men would have.

"Mr. Fernandez seems very busy," Ria said to Isabella.

Isabella nodded. "Mr. Fernandez is one of the hardest workers I know. Though he is only the COO of Cabo Blanco Tequila, there are many rumours that he is in fact that person that controls the company. He actually has a similar background to yours, Ria. He started out as a poor boy in Oaxaca, but was able to work his way out of poverty and into a position as one of the most important business people in all of Mexico."

"He started out as an entrepreneur in Oaxaca, making money any way he could. Importing good from abroad that weren't available in Mexico, exporting goods out of the country, finding niche markets and filling them. He made enough money by the time he was 18 to pay for a degree for himself at Wharton School of Business. He is a very impressive man."

Ria was intrigued. She knew that Aguila Roja probably had his start in Oaxaca, could it be so simple to find him that she managed it on her first day? She made a mental note to herself to look at the file on Andre Fernandez once they landed.

Emma bounced back with her Tequila, and sat on the couch. Soon after followed the flight attendant, who served a hot meal to all the passengers. Upon smelling the roast beef and potatoes in front of her, Ria was surprised to find herself famished. She had been nervous all day, and hadn't had much of an appetite. Now she was safely on the plane and had at least passed the first hurdle, she found her appetite come flooding back.

As Ria ate, Emma wolfed down her meal with another couple tequilas, while Isabella slowly and deliberately picked at her meal. Up front, Mr. Fernandez didn't seem to touch his meal at all, instead concentrating on his phone call.

After the flight attendant came around and cleared off the dinner, Mr. Fernandez hung up his phone and finally came around to speak to Ria, Isabella and Emma. He stood staring at Emma and Ria for a moment without saying anything. Ria started to get uncomfortable under the hard stare of the COO of Cabo Blanco. Ria started squirming in her seat, and could feel sweat developing on her brow. Finally, Fernandez broke his silence, and the tension with it.

"So, you are the girls that are charged with carrying the brand message of my company forward, are you?"

Ria nodded, and looked over at Emma. Emma was nodding as well, her eyes wide and lip trembling. It was the first time Ria had seen Emma not smiling.

"It is important that you present yourself and my company as sophisticated and cultured, but also fun and sexy. You, both of you, you are the AMBASSADORS for the brand. You need to have the skills of a diplomat to overcome any resistance to our message. You need to carry forward the flag of Cabo Blanco. Are you up for it?"

"Yes, sir," said Emma and Ria in unison. 

Ria felt herself transfixed but also fearful of Fernandez. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, but also was afraid of him. He was imposing and serious. Just the kind of man that could build a drug empire and inspire fear as the Aguila Roja, thought Ria.

Fernandez stared at Emma and Ria for another moment silently. Finally he raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmmm, I'm counting on you. Both of you."

With that, Fernandez turned around and headed back to his seat. As he was walking away he said, "Isabella, can I speak to you about the presentation materials for the Las Vegas public booth? I'm not sure they are up to standard."

Isabella jumped up, her face portraying both fear and admiration. She faced Emma and Ria and said. "Okay, I'm going to talk to Mr. Fernandez now. You two should try and get some sleep. The seats recline. We'll be landing in about five hours." With that, Isabella walked up and sat with Fernandez. The flight attendant turned off the cabin lights, leaving the cabin in darkness other than the light over the table where Isabella and Fernandez were reviewing plans for marketing materials.

The sparkling wine, tequilas and big meals were enough to put Ria quickly to sleep. She went to sleep thinking about the fact that she would wake up in a whole new continent.

* * *

Ria woke up feeling a pressing from her bladder. She badly had to pee. She opened her eyes and saw that the cabin was still dark. She looked over at the couch, where Emma was sleeping. She stood up and looked forward. Isabella and Fernandez were both sleeping in their lounges. Up front, Ria could see that flight deck door was open, and the flight attendant was chatting with the pilots. Ria walked to the back of the plane and walked into the toilet.

The toilet was at the back of the plane, wider than your average airplane bathroom, taking up most of the width of the plane. It was very well appointed, with a beautiful gold sink and wood trimmed walls. Ria sat down and released her full bladder with a sigh. After draining herself, she washed her hands and unlocked the door. He opened the door and jumped back, startled. Emma was standing in the door. Emma pushed her way into the bathroom and closed and locked the door.

"Let me see it," Emma said.

"What?" Ria asked, confused.

"Your penis, let me see it!" Emma said, her eyes wide and a mischievous grin on her face.

"Emma, I don't think this is appropriate," Ria said, but Emma was having none of it. She reached down and undid Ria's jeans and yanked them down. Ria stood there, naked from the waist down and stunned as Emma stared at her groin.

Emma giggled. "Wow, incredible. You are such a beautiful woman, but you have this cock. It makes me so hot. Do you fuck women?" Emma put her finger on Ria's right thigh, just above her knee and started moving her fingers slowly up.

Ria wasn't usually the type to sleep with women, but Emma's touch caused a jolt to run up Ria's leg to her groin. Her flaccid cock started to tingle and slowly rise. Emma gasped as Ria started to get hard. 

"Oh fuck, so sexy!" Emma said. "I want to suck it!" Emma fell to her knees and launched herself onto Ria. Emma took all of Ria's cock and balls into her mouth and started sucking on it like the whole thing like sucking on a peach. The feeling was amazing, and soon Ria was fully hard. Emma had to pop her mouth off Ria's balls just to fit her hard shaft in the mouth. Emma started moving her mouth up and down on Ria's cock. Ria shuttered with pleasure.

Ria closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation as Emma slurped and sucked on Ria's cock. Ria had men suck on her cock in the past, but this was the first time that Ria had a woman on her dick. Ria had never thought about women, sexually, and didn't consider herself a lesbian, but now that it was happening she found herself quite enjoying the experience.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 02



Ria had received a lot of them in her time, so she knew that everyone gives a slightly different blow job. They are almost like fingerprints. One person might use a lot of tongue, while another might use no tongue at all. Some people simply bob up and down on the shaft, while others spend lots of time working the balls with their tongues. Emma was a sloppy and slurpy sucker. As she worked Ria's shaft, her mouth was filled with spit, and soon it was coating Ria's dick and running down Emma's chin. Ria felt her balls start to get wet with Emma's warm spit. Ria was loving the feeling of having her cock enveloped in this warm liquid. She started thrusting her cock deeper into Emma's mouth, and soon the airplane toilet was filled with the sound of Emma's gurgling and gargling with her full mouth of cock and spit.

Ria was getting close to cumming, but Emma pulled herself off Ria's cock. "Oh god, stick that wet cock in my sopping pussy!" Emma cried. She pulled up her skirt and yanked off her panties, revealing a well-trimmed bush of light hair and a rosy-pink set of pussy lips. They were glistening in the lights of the airplane's fancy toilet, already coated with a thick layer of Emma's juice. The small airplane toilet soon filled up with the smell of Emma's wet pussy, a musty yet sweet smell that wasn't at all unpleasant to the nose.

Emma hoisted herself up on the vanity and braced her legs against opposite walls of the bathroom to open herself up. Ria proceeded towards Emma hesitantly, not sure what her first experience with a woman would bring. Emma grabbed Ria's shoulders and pulled her close. "Put it in me," she whispered lustfully in Ria's ear.

Ria put the tip of her cock against Emma's pussy. Almost instinctually, Emma's lips parted slightly, guiding the cock into her. Ria slipped into Emma's wet cunt. Ria had fucked some guys before, and found the sensation of slipping into a woman different. There was little resistance as her cock slide all the way into Emma, unlike the strong resistance offered at first by the anus. The wet pussy allowed Ria's cock to slide easily in and out, up and down and around and around. While Emma's lips and walls didn't grip as tight to Ria's cock as an asshole, somehow the slipperiness of the hole gave a sensation that was intoxicating.

Ria soon found herself fucking Emma furiously. Emma moaned with pleasure, her left hand rubbing her clit as she braced herself with her right. Ria leaned in and kissed Emma's lips. They parted slightly, and Ria let her tongue enter and explore Emma's mouth. Emma became completely passive, letting Ria set the pace and depth in both her pussy and her mouth. With thinking, Ria shoved her right hand up Emma's top and under her bra. Soon Ria was tweaking and twisting Emma's nipple as she continued to slide in and out of her. With her left hand, Ria reached down and grasped the right cheek of Emma's ass, and started squeezing and massaging it.

With each active move Ria made, Emma became more passive, letting herself be controlled by the beautiful shemale. Ria could feel that she was in control, and that despite the active and forward role that Emma have played in starting the experience, Ria would be the one who would control it from now on. Emma gave herself over to the Mexican beauty completely, and loved the experience.

Ria wrapped her right hand around Emma's back and pulled her close. By hugging her tight with her right arm and raising her by her bottom with her left hand, Ria lifted Emma off the vanity and into the air. Holding her aloft, partially with her arms and partially with her legs, Ria was able to get a better angle into Emma's pussy, pushing herself deeper into her. Emma closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, loving the feeling of the sexy Mexican transsexual's cock burying into her. The position also meant that Emma's clit was being rubbed and stimulated by Ria's body as she held Emma tight, giving her double waves of pleasure on each stroke.

Like her mouth, Emma's pussy was sloppy, sopping wet with liquid. Soon pussy juice was running down Ria's groin and legs, covering her balls and inner thighs with a glistening dew of slick fluid. 

Emma started bouncing up and down, close to coming. Ria gripped tighter to Emma, straining to support the weight of the girl above her, but not wanting to put her down and lose the feeling of pulsing in and out of her cunt. Ria moved her right hand up Emma's back, still managing to support her weight. Ria grabbed Emma's hair, and pushed Emma's head towards Ria's face. Their open lips met and tongues clashed in the cavern formed by their two mouths.

Ria started to shudder uncontrollably, almost losing her grip on Emma. Emma's arms shot out, banging against the walls of the airplane bathroom to steady herself. Ria let out a long, loud roar, almost like the howl of a wolf, as she released herself into Emma's dripping pussy.

Emma pushed furiously against Ria's body, stimulating her clit while having Ria's cock push deep into her. Ria nearly collapsed from the strain, but managed to hold herself and Emma up as Emma quivered and shook with the force of the orgasm that gripped her. Her pussy, already soaking wet, started spurting white streams of ejaculate. Ria's legs became soaked, and the floor underneath the two lovers became drenched with Emma's cum. Emma howled with pleasure, banging on the sides of the toilet walls in ecstasy.

As Emma's body shook with the last few tremors of her orgasm, Ria found herself slipping on the soaking wet floor. Ria could no longer hold the weight of Emma above her, and she collapsed onto the floor, Emma coming tumbling down on top of her. They bounced on the wet floor, and were soon covered in the wet liquid from Emma's pussy that covered the floor.

There was no time to rest, though, for there was a loud knock on the door. "Is everything alright in there?" the flight attendant asked.

Emma and Ria stood up quickly and surveyed the scene. Emma's panties were lying on the floor, saturated with pussy juice. Ria was naked from the waist down, her jeans and panties lying crumbled in the far corner of the bathroom. The clothes they had on, Emma's skirt and tshirt, and Ria's tshirt, where half covered with the liquid from the floor. Ria made a move to grab her pants, but it was already too late.

"I'm coming in," said the flight attendant, unlocking the door. She opened the door and gasped, looking at the scene. Ria, bent over reaching for her pants, her flaccid cock and dark-skinned balls hanging in plain view between her legs, and Emma standing without panties and her skirt hiked up over her waist, dripping from her pussy. The flight attendant looked down at the wet floor and gasped again.

"I think you need to clean up a little in here," Emma said, pulling down her skirt and walking out of the bathroom, head held high. The flight attendant watched Emma leave, and then turned to Ria. Ria grabbed her jeans and quickly pulled them on.

"Sorry," Ria said sheepishly as she squeezed past the flight attendant.

Ria walked out into the main cabin, where Isabella and Mr. Fernandez, the COO of Cabo Blanco Tequila was standing. Mr. Fernandez was staring at Ria with a stern look. Ria thought back to his words early, that they needed to be "sophisticated and cultured" and be diplomatic. "Oh God," Ria thought. "I'm going to get fired before I even begin."

Mr. Fernandez crossed his arms over his chest and looked over at Isabella. "Well, I certainly hope that they can display that kind of passion and intensity when entertaining our VIP guests," he said. He looked over at the toilet and the mess that it was in. "Stewardess, make sure that gets cleaned up before we land in Bogotá. I don't want the passengers were are taking on there to think we run anything but a professional operation."

With that, Mr. Fernandez sat back down and pulled a mask over his eyes to get some more sleep. Isabella looked at Ria and raised an eyebrow, but then smiled what appeared for the first time to be a genuine smile. Isabella than took her seat again and shut her eyes. Emma was already lying down on the couch, her legs spread open to dry out her sodden pussy. The flight attendant looked at Ria and Emma with daggers in her eyes, but then went, grabbed a cloth and got down on her knees to clean up the floor of the bathroom.

Emma looked over at Ria and winked. "It's going to be a fun eight months," Emma said.

* * *

The plane landed in Bogotá, Colombia on a beautiful and sunny day. As Mr. Fernandez had requested, the floor of the toilet was sparkling clean, though the flight attendant had taken on a rather sour mood. No matter, though, because she and the pilots were relieved of duty in Bogota and a new flight crew joined.

The plane didn't spend long at El Nuevo Dorado International Airport, just long enough to pull into a hangar to refuel. While waiting for the plane to refuel, Isabella introduced Emma and Ria to the final two girls who would be the full-time, owners' box ambassadors for the Cabo Blanco Racing Team.

The first girl was Gabriela. She had just flown to Colombia from Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic, where she had lived. She was 5 foot 10 inches tall in flat shoes, and had a beautiful, lithe body. Slim with just the slightest hints of curves at her small but well formed breasts and at her slender waist. Her skin was dark mocha, the colour of smooth, strong coffee. She had a slender face with large brown eyes set apart, full lips and wide nose. Her hair was long and black with just the slightest hint of a wave. She had a beautiful body with an exotic face, the kind of girl you just can't help but looking at. The kind of girl where you find yourself not sure if she is good looking or not, but either way you find yourself drawn to her. 

When Gabriela moved, it was with purpose and grace. She never seemed hurried in her movements, though she could stride quickly across the floor. She had an elegance in her movements that made Ria think that had things gone a bit differently for her, she might have wound up as a runway model. Ria couldn't help but feel that Gabriela might have known this as well, and because of it had an air of sadness about her. She was also aloof, not unfriendly, but not inviting. Emma and Ria greeted her in a professional manner, and Gabriela replied in a courteous but distance way.

The other girl was beautiful as well, but in a very different way. Marisa was from Venezuela, a country known for its beauty queens, though was hard to imagine Marisa working the beauty queen circuit. She was shorter than the other girls at 5 foot 4, but held herself in such a way that Ria immediately respected her strength. She was beautiful and shapely with a fine set of B-cup breasts and a touch of curve to her waist, but Ria could see that she body was toned and taut. She had the thin but powerful body of a gymnast or a long distance runner, and looking at her Ria had the feeling that she was ready to spring at any time.

While her body was might have been a tensile spring ready to go, her face was open and inviting. Marisa smiled warmly and there was a sparkle in her eyes that drew Ria and Emma into immediately liking her. Marisa's black hair was cut in a shoulder length bob that bounced joyfully when she walked. 

As they reboarded the plane to leave for Cordoba, Emma and Marisa fell into easy conversation and ended up flopping on the couch and chatting. Gabriela took a seat in the front four seats of the plane, sitting with a stiff posture in her seat, mostly staring ahead into space. Ria grabbed one of the two chairs at the back, while Isabella and Mr. Fernandez took two seats facing each other at the front.

The new flight attendant brought round a Tequila Sunrises made with Cabo Blanco White Surf, one of Cabo Blanco's brands at the lower end of the market. 

"Nothing better than a good sunrise to get the juices flowing," said Mr. Fernandez as he sipped on his drink.

Ria wasn't used to drinking so early in the morning, but then she figured if she was going to be working for a tequila company and racing team for the next year, she better get used to it, so she took a big sip of the drink. The white tequila mixed with the orange juice and grenadine made a sweet yet tart drink, not at all a bad way to start the day.

The flight attendant brought round a small breakfast of fruit and cereal, which Ria found herself wolfing down. She was still tired from the adventure with Emma in the airplane's toilet last night, and was craving the energy. After breakfast, she leaned her plush leather seat back and let herself drift off as the plane made it's way south to Argentina.

Ria dreamt of dripping pussies.

* * *

The plane landed at Pajas Blancas airport in Cordoba in the early afternoon. There was a Cadillac limousine waiting for Mr. Fernandez, who was whisked away to a hotel nearby. The girls and Isabella loaded into a van, which took them to a hotel about an hour away near the Cabo Blanco Racing Teams testing facilities.

"You have two hours to yourself now. In two hours, meet down here again. We will be driving to the Tabernas' ranch out near Mar Chiquita. It is about a two hour drive from here. There, we'll be having supper with Luis and Rodrigo Tabernas, as well as Mr. Fernandez and perhaps one or two of the drivers," Isabella instructed, and with that distributed out a set of room keys to each of the girls.

* * 

Ria entered her hotel room. It was a nice, business hotel with a double bed, a coffee maker and even free internet access. Ria booted up her laptop and send a secure email to CIA headquarters letting them know she had arrived safely.

While online, she checked the file on Fernandez. Andre Fernandez was the 56 year old COO for Cabo Blanco Tequila, and was born in Guadalajara, Mexico. He had a middle class up bringing, but before going away to university fell into a bad crowd. He was linked briefly to the Society for Socialist Mexican Freedom (SSMF), a group of radical communists when in his 20s, a group whose main financing came from the smuggling and distribution of drugs from South America into the United States, as well as prostitution. In exchange, the terrorist organisation bought weapons. 

Fernandez was never linked clearly to the leadership of the SSMF, but there were rumours that he was involved in helping them manage their finances. Fernandez suddenly left the organisation and returned to school and got a business degree. He has worked at some key Mexican organisations, mostly in technology and pharmaceuticals before making the surprising switch a few years ago to becoming the Chief Operating Officer of Cabo Blanco. Recently, he has been purchasing shares of global shipping companies, though it is unclear whether these are just investments or something more involved.

Official biographies of him skip over the time as a communist and recast his middle class upbringing as having come from poverty, thus explaining the comments that Isabella had made on the plane about being a poor boy.

Ria sat back and contemplated what she had read. The operation that the SSMF was doing 30 years ago, drugs for guns, was very similar to the Roja Aguila's MO now. Perhaps the MBA and management jobs were just cover, allowing Fernandez to work his way into polite society while obtaining technology and infrastructure for his drug business. Fernandez could be the Roja Aguila.

After reading the file, Ria looked at her watch. She still had an hour and a half until they needed to head out for the Tabernas' ranch. It would only take her half an hour to get ready for the evening, leaving her an hour to kill. She flipped on the TV, but nothing was on. She looked out the window of her hotel and saw the pool bathed in sun. "Hmm, a dip and a little sunbathing sounds good," she thought.

Ria changed into her swimsuit and headed down to the pool. She was wearing a reddish-brown string bikini, with ample triangles of fabric covering her breasts, groin and butt, but still leaving lots of skin exposed on her hips, shoulders and back. It was sexy without being slutty, perfect for a swim in a nice business class hotel's pool in Cordoba.

Ria took one of the blue towels provided by the hotel for the guests, and laid it out on the lounger chair. She looked around, there was only one other person at the pool right now, a young man swimming laps. 

Ria lay back on the chair and shut her eyes, only to feel a shadow pass over her. She opened her eyes to see a tuxedoed waiter standing above her. "Can I get you something from the bar?" he asked.

"No thank you," Ria replied. The waiter nodded and walked away. Ria shut her eyes again and let the sun back on her beautiful olive skin. She listened to the soft sound of the wind in the trees, the birds singing in the sky, and the splash of the man swimming in the pool.

A few moments later, the splashing stopped and then Ria felt a shadow pass over her again. She opened her eyes to look up at the man standing above her. He was a latino man wearing a red bathing suit, five foot nine inches tall. He was in excellent shape, his six pack abs dewy with water from the pool and his well defined chest jutting out in front of him. He had a square jaw and deep, brown eyes, and his head was topped with a crop cut of short, dark hair. 

He slowly ran a towel over his hair and looked at Ria. She looked back at him, saying nothing. Finally the man spoke.

"Hello, beautiful. What are you doing down here all alone? If I was your man, I would not leave your side," he said, finishing by flashing her a smile of bright white teeth.

"I am not beholden to any man," Ria replied, curtly. The man was certainly good looking, and in other circumstances, Ria might have pursued him. Right now, though, she needed to concentrate on the job at hand, infiltrating the Tabernas' organisation and identifying the Aguila Roja.

"Oh no, a strong woman like you, I would imagine that you would never be kept, but I imagine that even you feel the need, occasionally, for the touch of another," he man replied as he lay down on the lounge beside Ria, slowly running his right hand along his stomach and chest, circling his nipples with his fingers.

Ria stood up and grabbed her towel. "When I feel the need for the touch of another, I can always use one of the many machines they have for that," she said, and started to walk away. The man jumped up from his lounge and followed her. 

"Miss, please, don't run." He caught up to grabbed her arm. Ria shivered at the touch, despite herself. Just having his hand upon her arm sent a warmth throughout her body. "We haven't been formally introduced. I am Carlos."

Ria broke free of his arm. "And I am leaving," she said, walking away. She didn't want to leave, but was determined not to lose focus on her mission. She could feel though, in her stomach and in her groin, a desire to turn around and let the man grab her again.

The man called after, "It is okay. I have a feeling we will meet again, butterfly."

Ria returned to her room, and peeled off her bikini bottoms. Already her cock was starting to grow. She threw herself on her bed, and took her penis in her hand. She ran her index finger along the top of the glans, feeling it wet with precum and sending a shiver down her spine.

In her mind, Ria thought of the man at the pool, Carlos. She pictured him naked in front of her, a large hard-on standing out in front of him. She imagined him laying down beside her, and kissing her neck, his hands exploring her body, running over her breasts and her stomach and down to her groin.

With her left hand, Ria grabbed her balls and started to massage them, occasionally giving them a quick tug, sending a jolt up her spine. Her right hand gripped her shaft, now fully erect, and started to slowly move up and down.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 02



Ria imagined Carlos kissing her on the lips as he climbed on top of her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against hers, the two shafts bobbing and weaving around each other. In her mind, she felt his left hand move under her, lifting up her ass slightly and raising her leg in the air. As she masturbated, Ria did the same, lifting her left leg in the air. She spread her legs apart, and could feel the cool air of the air conditioned hotel room hit her anus. It tensed for a moment, but then relaxed. 

Ria pictured Carlos moving himself between her legs, positioning himself to enter her. She let her left hand slip down between her cheeks, and started to massage her anus with her fingers. Slowly the muscle relaxed, and she was able to slip a finger into her hole. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure up into her, and her cock quivered with sympathy. She moved her finger in and out of her, imagining Carlos between her legs. Her anus continued to relax and open, and soon Ria had two, and then three fingers inside her.

Suddenly, the image in her head changed. Her subconscious switched fantasies mid-stream, and in her mind she was joined by Emma, her dripping pussy poised over Ria's cock. Emma pushed herself down on Ria, and Ria felt the wet heat of Emma all over again. Ria moaned as she remembered the sensation, and started pumping her hand on her shaft harder, pretending that she wasn't fucking her fist but instead was entering Emma's pink twat.

The three fingers of Ria's left hand continued to push in and out of her ass, and that sensation snapped Ria's mind back to the fantasy of Carlos pushing himself in and out of her ass. She imagined his hands moving up and grabbing her tits. Ria quickly moved her right hand off her dick and repositioned the fabric of her bikini top so that the seems of the top would rub against her hard nipples as she moved her torso along the bed. She spit on her hand to give herself some lub, and quickly grabbed her cock again.

The wet warmth of her spit covered hand reminded Ria of Emma again, and the picture leaped into her mind. But the sensation of having her fingers in her ass kept Carlos there to. Her fantasy became a three way, with Emma riding her cowgirl while Carlos entered her from behind. Emma's right hand was one of Ria's tits, while Carlos was reached around Emma to grab the other. Emma was looking over her shoulder so that she and Carlos could lock lips and tongues. 

Ria closed her eyes, and imagined the scene with vivid clarity. She could feel Emma's pussy wetting her cock, could feel the length of Carlos' shaft deep in her ass, the two hands of her lovers playing with her nipples. Ria plunged her hand as deep as she could into her now wide open asshole, and bucking her hips upwards, jerked herself furiously until globs of white cream shot from her cock. The force of her orgasm sent the cum shooting up her torso, covering not just her stomach but also her tits, her ass and even landing a few drops onto her face.

Ria held herself like that for a moment, hips raised in the air, left hand plunged almost to the wrist in her ass, right hand wringing the last few drops of semen out of her hard rod. Her breathing was deep and fast, her breasts heaving up and down with each breath.

Finally, she collapsed, her hands falling to her side. The fantasy, sadly fading from her mind. She lay on the bed for twenty minutes, imagining what it would be like to have Emma and Carlos lying alongside her, their hands stroking and caressing each other as they rested after an active session.

But time waits for no woman, especially not a woman spy, and Ria soon had to get ready. She showered, did her make up and her hair, and got dressed into a short, black, tight dress, classy enough to seem in place at the dinner party she was going to, but short and tight enough that it was sure to attract the attention of Luis Tabernas.

The van took Ria, along with the other three girls and Isabella out to the Tabernas' ranch, more the two hours outside of Cordoba on the shores of the Mar Chiquita. The ranch was massive, a huge modern glass and wood house overlooking a windswept beach. The girls were greeted by a butler who served them glasses of the Mayan Reserve tequila and showed them to a sitting room.

Soon, they were joined by Luis and Rodrigo Tabernas. Rodrigo was in his early fifties, but looked younger, the only give away of his true age the fact that the full head of hair on his head was now 50% black and 50% grey. His face was young looking, with only a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. The girls could tell that his body, though covered with an expensive suit, was in excellent shape. Ria knew from the file on Rodrigo that he spent an hour a day swimming, and another 45 minutes in the gym. Every other day, he went for a run, usually 10 kilometres. He was almost fanatical about keeping himself in shape.

Luis, on the other hand wasn't so disciplined. For a man in his late forties, he was still in decent shape, but he was starting to round out a little bit. He was still as good looking as his older brother, though with a thick head of black hair, slightly greying at the temples, and eyes and a smile that brought a sparkle to his face. If Ria didn't know the brutality that these brothers were capable of, she probably would have fancied either of them. 

The girls, Isabella and the Tabernas' had drinks and made small talk as they waited for Andre Fernandez to show up. Ria noted that Luis made a special effort to talk to her, and whenever they weren't together, she would look over and catch him staring at her intently. Already she felt she was off to a good start in capturing his attention, though they knew this wouldn't be the hard part. Keeping his attention would be the part that was difficult.

After 30 minutes of small talk, Mr. Fernandez entered the room, followed by two young men. "Ladies, I would like to introduce you to the drivers for the Cabo Blanco Racing Team!"

The first man Fernandez introduced was a blond man, a Swede named Kasper Ahlstad, who was racing for the first year with Cabo Blanco. Rodrigo said that they had high hopes for Kasper one day becoming the primary driver for the time, some time in the future.

The second driver was Simon Correa, a Chilean driver who Ria knew was very uneven, having finished in the top 3 in 5 races last year, but also crashing in 5 races. 

Ria knew their where three drivers for the Cabo Blanco team. The third, Carlos Sanz, was known as the wild man of the Pan-Am GP. A Colombian-born racer that was always on the edge, both in his driving and in his personal life. Well known for dating and dumping models and actresses, he was an unlikely Cassanova, with a wild mane of dyed blond hair falling on his shoulders and a scruffy black beard. Ria thought perhaps that Sanz wasn't joining.

Fernandez looked out into the hall. "Sanz, get in here and meet the girls. Ladies, last, but not least, Carlos Sanz, our primary driver and last years number two in the championship standings."

Through the door walked a clean cut, well groomed man. Not at all the wild eyed racer pictured in the files, and not blond either. He was dark haired, and as his eyes landed on Ria, he smiled. A smile Ria recognized, of course, from the pool this afternoon. Carlos, the lothario from the pool this afternoon, was Carlos Sanz, the Colombian driver for Cabo Blanco. Ria's mouth dropped open.

Carlos walked over to Ria and gave her a little bow. "Hello, butterfly. I told you we would meet again."



Code Name Tequila Ch. 03



The same day that Ria Ortega boarded a plane to head to Argentina, Jarvis Cleethorpe was rushing down a hall in the Langley, Virginia headquarters of the Central Intelligence Agency. He had a meeting with the man known simply as "Black Oak," the man who was in charge of a number of projects at the CIA, including the one to identify and eliminate the South American drug lord known as "Aguila Roja," the Red Eagle.

Jarvis entered Black Oak's office, and was told to go right in by the receptionist. Jarvis entered the room and took a seat. Black Oak was staring down at his secure Blackberry, reading a message. Jarvis knew enough not to interrupt him while he was typing, so he waited silently.

Finally, when Black Oak was ready, the meeting began. Jarvis was an analyst, responsible for gathering research, running scenarios and making suggestions on how to proceed in investigations and operations that the CIA were undertaking. He had six different investigations he was working on right now spanning the entire geographically area of South America, Central America and the Caribbean. It was a massive and time consuming job, but Jarvis excelled at it. He was motivated. He knew that if he could impress Black Oak, some day he might get to move up and run some operations.

Black Oak and Jarvis ran through the first five files in about 20 minutes. Not too much was happening in those files that required an update, and Black Oak didn't like to be bothered with too many details, so they were able to polish them off quickly. The last file was the one with the most action, and Jarvis had saved it for last.

Aguila Roja, the search for the mysterious drug lord who was using the cover of a Pan-American auto racing series to ship drugs to North America and weapons to South America. No one knew who he was, but they knew some of his compatriots. One of them, Luis Tabernas, was the co-owner of one of the racing teams in the Pan-American circuit. The CIA knew that Tabernas had a weakness for Latin American and Asian transsexuals, and so they had sent Ria Ortega, a Mexican tranny, down to Argentina to infiltrate the racing organisation. If she could get close to Luis, she might be able to get some vital clues on the identity of the Aguila Roja.

Jarvis reported that Ria was on her way down to Argentina now.

"What's the prognosis on this girl?" Black Oak asked.

"She has a very good chance to catching Luis' eye, and should be able to get quite close to him. How much he shares, that's harder to say. She is just a civilian we roped into this, not a trained integrator," Jarvis reported.

"Hmmm," Black Oak responded. "What's the shelf life of this girl?"

Jarvis frowned. "Hard to say, but the answer is probably not too long. He pretty much has a revolving door of transsexuals running through his place. He'll keep them until he gets bored with them, anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months. Ria seems just his type, though, so we project that she'll be around for at least 2 months, before he gets rid of her."

"Gets rid of her? He kills them?" Black Oak asked.

Jarvis shook his head. "No, no, just sends them away, usually back to where they came from. We'll probably see Ria shipped back to San Diego in a few months."

Black Oak shook his head. "Not great when the racing season is eight months long. What about plan B?"

Jarvis reached into his folder. Out of it he pulled a series of photographs depicting two women, one Asian and one Latin American. "The computer created these models yesterday. They are quite impressive, actually."

Black Oak picked up the photos and looked at them. "Damnit, these are what they would look like? You'd hardly even know! Can we get them trained in time?"

Jarvis pulled another sheet of paper out of his folder. "Here is a schedule to get the 'girls' up to speed within a week and a half. Trained and ... ummm... broken, Sir."

Black Oak nodded, and put down the paper. "Okay, let's do it." Black Oak pressed a button on an intercom. "Teresa, can you get Agents Jimmy Cho and Pedro Juarez for me."

* * 

Agent Jimmy Cho stood with his mouth agape. Agent Pedro Juarez swore. That was the initial reaction of the two men when they heard the news. They were standing there in Black Oak's office when he had thrown them a set of photos and told them they were going to be made into transsexual women and sent to seduce Luis Tabernas. At first they didn't believe Black Oak, thought it some sort of joke, but then they both looked down at the photos and saw they were photos of themselves as women.

"No way," said Juarez. "There is no way we are doing this. Right, Cho?" Juarez looked over at Cho for support. Juarez had joined the CIA to be a manly spy, not a sissy-boy in panties getting fucked by some South American drug lord.

Cho picked up the photo of himself as a woman and looked at it. He was amazed at how feminine he looked. Whereas nothing but objections were racing through Juarez's mind, Cho was simply wondering why he didn't look like that when he dressed up at home.

Cho had never thought about dressing up as a woman. He was straight and loved women. Then six weeks ago in a meeting Black Oak had made the suggestion that Cho and Juarez dress up like women to seduce Luis Tabernas. Cho was horrified at the time, and felt himself lucky with Agent Chambers came up with an alternative plan to send the Mexican shemale Ortega.

The rest of that day, though, the thought of dressing up like a girl and getting fuck by a large Latin man kept running through his head. At the start, Cho mostly pushed it out with a shiver of fear. By the end of the day, though, Cho was finding himself letting the day dream play out. He imagined himself on all fours, dressed in sexy lingerie with a muscle bound dark-skinned Latin lover behind him, and amazingly Cho started to find himself getting arosed.

That evening, after eating dinner alone in his one-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., he found himself thinking about being a woman again. He wandered into his bedroom and opened up the box of Jackie's stuff. Jackie was his last girlfriend, and she had left him almost six months ago. He had put her stuff in a box for her to pick up, but she never bothered. Now he looked through the box and pulled out a few items. There was a silk thong bikini bottom in baby blue, a red lace bra and a couple of thigh-high stockings. Cho stripped down and put on the clothes, stuffing the bra with toilet paper as the girls had in high school. 

Nothing matched, but it didn't matter. Cho felt so good, his cock was rock hard and rubbing against the smooth patch of silk on the panties. Cho couldn't help himself. He fell onto his bed and within just a few strokes shot a massive load all over his stomach as he thought about being a beautiful woman.

Since that night, he had dressed up every night at home. He had gone out and bought a wig and some clothes from a discount shop. He loved the feeling of dressing up, and often masturbated while dressed as he thought of pleasing men with his mouth and his ass. But he never had the nerve to do anything, partly because he didn't look at all feminine when he dressed up.

Looking at that picture in Black Oak's office, he looked so feminine.

"This is what we would look like?" he asked.

Jarvis Cleethorpe nodded. "The computer used pictures and dimensions from your files. There is no change to your body or facial structures there, just a projection of what you would look like in appropriate fitting clothes, make up and with decent wigs. Plus, obviously, breast forms to fill out your chest."

Juarez shook his head again. "No way. There is no way this is happening. Tell them, Cho." Cho remained silent, looking at the picture.

Black Oak stood up. "Gentlemen, this is for the good of this nation. Aguila Roja is a serious threat, and we all need to do everything in our power to stop him. For your country, consider this."

Juarez shook his head again, about to speak, but then he was stunned into silence by Agent Cho.

"For my country, I will do this," Cho said.

Juarez was floored. "Cho, are you serious? You realize that you are saying yes to not just dressing up, but actually getting fucked in the ass by some god-damn drug lord?"

Cho ignored Juarez, instead he put the picture down and looked up at Black Oak. "Sir, I understand what is required of me, and am willing to fulfil those duties."

Black Oak nodded and looked over at Juarez. "Agent, your answer?"

Juarez rolled his eyes. "Goddamn kiss ass Cho," he thought. "He's gunning to get a promotion before me, even though I have been with the agency for six months longer. There is no fucking way I am going to let that happen."

Juarez took a deep breath, and nodded his head. "Yes sir, if it is for the good of the country and the good of this operation, then I will do it."

Black Oak thanked the men, and dismissed them. Juarez left silently cursing Cho, Black Oak and that weasel analyst Cleethorpe. Cho left holding a file folder in front of him, trying to make sure no one could see the ranging hard-on he had.

* * *

Jarvis Cleethorpe had come up with a two stage plan to get Cho and Juarez ready for their assignment. The first stage was titled feminization, and that pretty much described what was to occur.

The first day of the feminization started with the simple act of measurement. Cho and Juarez were measured for clothing and wigs, and their skin colours analysed to determine the best makeup colours to use. This information was fed back into the computer model, and a series of outfits and make up brands were chosen for the agents. Two female agents of approximately the same body size, shapes and colourings as Cho and Juarez were dispatched to the malls at Tyson's Corner and the Galleria to purchase the make up and clothing items.

The second day, Cho and Juarez were taken to an empty gymnasium in the CIA's campus. They were told to wait until their instructor came in. They stood there waiting, hands at their sides while they were examined on CCTV by the person who would be most responsible for the feminization of the two men, Mistress Stiletto.

Mistress Stiletto was a shemale dominatrix who lived in Silver Springs, Maryland and ran an illegal by highly profitable S&M dungeon out of her suburban house. She also was an off-the-books paid informant for the CIA. The CIA was forbidden to operate on domestic soil, but it was a rule that the CIA was not overly interested in following. Mistress Stiletto came to the attention of Black Oak more than five years ago, when an agent tailing a senator from the midwest followed him to Mistress Stiletto's suburban dungeon.  Black Oak had agents watch the house for three weeks, and they catalogued a massive list of senators, congressmen, senior ranking bureaucrats and important lobbyists all visiting Mistress Stiletto.

Black Oak seized the opportunity, making a deal with the dominatrix to keep the local and federal police out of her hair if she would provide him with information on a regular basis. Having been raided twice by the police in the past few weeks, Mistress Stiletto gladly agreed, having no idea that it was in fact CIA agents disguised as police officers who had carried out the "raids" on the orders of Black Oak himself.

Since that time Black Oak has received a steady stream of information from the dungeon thanks to closed circuit television system he had installed there. Black Oak was amazed the amount of information that came out of the mouths of Stiletto's clients during the sessions. With this information, Black Oak had been able to understand the direction that politicians were heading in, and when necessary redirect them through threats, bribes or other forms of coercion.

Now, though, Black Oak had a whole different mission for Mistress Stiletto, and one she quite relished. Black Oak had said simply, "make these two agents look, act and speak like women. Use whatever means necessary."

Mistress Stiletto grinned. "Do you want me to break them, sexually?" she asked.

"No," Black Oak had said. "We've got a whole other plan for that."

Cho and Juarez saw the door at the far side the gym swing open, and they both gasped as a six foot tall blonde shemale came striding into the gym, wearing a PVC ankle length dress, slit on the side up to the belt and five inch stiletto thigh-high boots. She was carrying a riding crop in her hand.

"I am the feminizer, and I am here to make you women. The first thing you must do is strip," Stiletto said.

Cho and Juarez just stood there.

"Slaves, did you not hear me?" Stiletto asked.

Juarez laughed. "Listen, I don't know what..." he said, but was cut off by the loud crack of Mistress Stiletto's riding crop as it snapped against her leather boots.

"Firstly, you do not question what I say, but just do it. Secondly, if you feel that it is appropriate to address me, which most likely it is not, you can call me Mistress. Thirdly, why are you still dressed? Do you want to be caned?" Mistress Stiletto said. Her voice was feminine but forceful, and it was enough to get Cho and Juarez to strip off their clothes.

Mistress Stiletto examined what she saw in front of her. Cho was a Korean American of average height and a slight build. He was mostly hairless except for some tufts under his arms and around his cock. His face was young looking and thin. Stiletto could see how he would make a good looking woman.

Juarez was of Panamanian descent. He was well built but quite short. Obviously he'll worked out and was proud of his body. He had shaved his underarms and pubic hair, though Mistress Stiletto was not overly impressed with the job - still a little too stubbly for her. Juarez had a hard face, but earlier when he had laughed, there was a sparkle in his eyes and his smile was engaging. If she could get him to smile, he'd pass as a woman.

Stiletto walked forward and looked at the men. "The first thing we will need to do is give you names. Proper, girls names. I can't be calling on two little budding flowers Jimmy and Pedro, can I?" She looked at the two men, and a smile came over her face.

She walked over to Cho. "From now on you will be known as April Showers."

Turning to Juarez, she touched his chest with her riding crop. "And you will be known as May Flowers. Now, tell me how much you like my names for you."

Juarez and Cho stood silently, not sure what to do. Stiletto let them know with force. She whacked each of them on the ass with her riding crop, leaving a bright red stripe on their naked butts. "Answer me, salves!"

"I love my name, Mistress," Cho said.

"Yeah, great name," Juarez said with a sarcastic tone.

Stiletto whacked Juarez twice across the ass again. "May Flowers, you will answer me respectfully and address me as Mistress. Answer me again, salves. Tell me how much you like your new names!"

This time, both Cho and Juarez answered in unison. "I love my name, Mistress," they said, without a hint of sarcasm in their voices.

"Excellent," Mistress Stiletto said. "Next up, we need to teach you how to shave." She ran her finger along the stubble of Juarez's pubic hair. "Really shave as well, so we can make sure you don't have a five o'clock shadow across your little clits."

Mistress Stiletto and her two slaves went into the locker room of the gym, where towels, shaving cream and razors were waiting. Mistress Stiletto order the men into the showers and told them to clean themselves and let the water get nice and steamy. After a few minutes of scrubbing, Mistress Stiletto herself entered the shower. She was now naked, and Juarez and Cho couldn't help but notice the massive cock that was swinging freely between her legs. It must have been a good 6 inches long and thick as a shotgun barrel, and it wasn't even erect.

Mistress Stiletto grabbed her cock. "I know you boys probably want to get a piece of this, but that is not what we are hear for. What I want you to notice is how smooth and hairless I am. You will need to be able to shave yourself to be smooth and hairless as well, otherwise you'll just be faggots in dresses. I want to make you beautiful women, not hairy drag queens."

What followed was a strange experience for Juarez and Cho. Stiletto walked them through a step-by-step lesson on how to really get a nice, close shave, and had them shave their underarms and pubic regions. Neither man had any chest, back or ass hair, so that wasn't a problem. Next she had them shave their legs, and "because they were slutty whores," she had them shave up to the thigh. 

At the end of the lesson, Stiletto said, "Okay, slaves. For the rest of our lessons together, I want you to come in her first thing and make sure you shave yourself so you are nice and smooth. If you can't keep a nice smooth appearance, you'll have to feel the sting of my crop again."

Next the men were taken back out into a changing area. In the room were two vanity desks, and racks of clothes. On the vanities were various brands of makeup, and pair of strange looking rubbery blobs. Mistress Stiletto walked them through the process of getting dressed and made up, including explaining that the rubbery blobs were breast forms, to help give the men shape. She showed them gaffs for hiding their penises, and explained how to tuck their members away, even going so far as to help Juarez by grabbing his cock after he encountered some difficulty in figuring out the tuck.

When Stiletto grabbed his cock, Juarez jumped. "That's too much," he cried. "I'm trying to be a good agent, but when some dude grabs my cock, that's just too much." He looked over at Cho, desperation in his eyes, and pleaded. "Cho, come on, this is too much. We can't do this! If we both walk out, it'll be fine."

Cho looked at Juarez, and did feel sorry for him, but Cho had seen all the different dresses and blouses and undergarments on the rack, and he was excited about the opportunity to try them all on and see how they fit.

Mistress Stiletto looked at Cho. "April, do you feel as May feels?"

Cho shook his head. "No, Mistress. I want to proceed, Mistress."

Stiletto smiled. "Excellent." She turned to Juarez. "Now, for your punishment. Let me count them out. Disrespect, not calling me Mistress, calling me a 'dude,' trying to enlist others in your ill-advised slave revolt, and recoiling at my touch. Not to mention not doing your duty for your country. That's six."

Mistress Stiletto grabbed Juarez and flung him onto the ground so that he landed on all fours, his ass facing her. She wound up and smacked him once across the ass with her riding crop. Juarez yelped and tried to get up, but Stiletto pushed him back down again. "That one doesn't count, because you made a noise and you tried to run. For that, it is now eight lashes."

Stiletto lashed Juarez again. He jumped up before she could get him down. Juarez looked at Cho. "Come on, man. This is crazy. This fucking bitch is going to beat us for no reason. Please dude, just walk out."

Cho sighed. "May, this is for the good of the country, and I am going to see this through." 

Stiletto whapped Cho on the ass twice in rapid succession. "Don't speak to the other slaves unless I tell you to!"

Cho, his eyes still on Juarez, said, "Yes, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress." In Cho's eyes, Juarez could see that Cho was determined. He was going to do this, and if Juarez walked away, he would be the only quitter. 

Juarez closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He walked back over to Mistress Stiletto, and got down on all fours. "Sorry Mistress. I'm ready for my punishment now, Mistress."

Stiletto smiled. "That's good to hear, slave May, though because of your outburst, you'll now be getting fifteen lashes."

Stiletto started to rap Juarez on the ass. Juarez grimaced and winced, but he did not cry out. Mistress Stiletto was an expert at caning, and she gave Juarez enough that he felt a good deal of pain without it being too much, especially making sure not to break the skin. 




Code Name Tequila Ch. 03



After his fifteen lashes, Juarez stood up and Stiletto handed him the gaff. "Try this again, slave May," she said.

Juarez managed to get his cock tucked away and the gaff on without any help, though he did find it a little harder than she might have. All the abuse on his ass had for some reason made his cock semi-rigid. It was a fact that hadn't escaped the notice of Mistress Stiletto, either.

* *

The rest of the day continued with make up and clothing lessons. Mistress Stiletto helped the two agents apply their make up in a number of different looks, from natural daytime to slutty nightclub. She helped them pick out clothes and mix and match outfits for their best looks.  She taught them how to accentuate their positives and de-emphasize their negatives. 

For the most part, the two agents, "April" Cho and "May" Juarez were well behaved, with Stiletto only having to give out a few more canings that day. 

The agents were dismissed at the end of the day with a small bag. It contained a make up kit, a basic outfit and women's night clothes to sleep in. "To practice at home," Stiletto said. When Juarez got home, he threw the bag in the corner and didn't bother to open it. Cho cracked his open as soon as he got home, and spent the night alternating between masturbating dressed up as a woman and practicing putting on make up.

The next day, after the had showered and shaved, Stiletto took them into the change rooms to get ready. With the practice of the previous night, Cho was able to get his make up on and get dressed without any problems. Juarez's make up looked awful though.

"Did you practice last night, slave May?" Stiletto asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Juarez replied, lying.

Stiletto grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him on the floor. "You lie to me, slave? When your Mistress tells you to do something, you should do it." Stiletto grabbed the skirt that Juarez was wearing, and ripped it off him. She then raised her riding crop, and brought it down hard on Juarez's ass five times. Each lash sent a jolt of pain through Juarez's body, and he spasmed with each hit. Despite that, though, he found himself again getting hard as he was punished.

After the punishment was over, Stiletto helped Juarez with his makeup while Cho went off to the disguise department to be fitted for a wig. He returned just as Juarez was finishing up with his make up. Juarez looked over the completely made up Cho, and was amazed to see a very feminine woman standing there. Next Juarez was sent down to get his wig, and on his return Mistress Stiletto surveyed her work.

April Showers, aka Agent Cho, was a thin, beautiful Korean woman. She had shoulder length straight black hair and a slim body. The breasts they had chosen were small but perky, and they had forgone any silicone forms on the hips or ass to give her a slender, very natural looking Asian form. April was in a black sleeveless dress that went down to her calves, but was slit up to her hips, giving a nice view of her legs.

May Flowers, aka Agent Juarez was a curvy Latina. Her chestnut brown hair was highlighted with streaks of blonde, and fell around her shoulders and down her back to her shoulder blades with just a slight wave. Her make up gave her dark eyes and highlighted her bright, full red lips. She was wearing a white and black tight thigh showing dress that showed off her shoulders, with a large breasts and extra padding around the hips and ass to really show off a curve. May had beautiful legs, beautifully smooth and tanned with feminine but muscular thighs.

The agents certainly looked like women now, but Stiletto's job was only half done. When the two agents walked, or sat down or even opened their mouths, they sounded like men again. The next two and a half days were spent on movement and voice, teaching the men how to sound and act like women. The training was intense, and punishment was often handed out, especially to Juarez.  Stiletto was soon able to learn through observation that Cho was engaged in the process and liked to be reassured that he was a pretty girl, but Juarez was best motivated by the whip. She soon started "punishing" Juarez when he did things correctly, a treat which Juarez wouldn't admit to looking forward to.

By the fourth day Stiletto had whipped them into shape. Not only did the boys look like girls, but they were able to move, speak, sit and interact like women too. Stiletto didn't tell them, but she planned a test the next day.

On Friday the agents arrived to find Stiletto and Black Oak in the change room. Generally the agents had showered and shaved themselves, and then headed out into the gym to meet the Mistress, so this was a change.

Black Oak stepped forward and said, "Your trainer Mistress Stiletto tells me that you are at a stage where you can pass as women. This is excellent news. For the rest of this operation, you'll live as women. We've rented you a two bedroom apartment in Georgetown under the names of April Cho and May Juarez. You'll be living there 24-7 as women, and I expect you to spend the your time at work dressed as women as well. After you pick out your outfits today, the clothes and makeup will be sent to your new apartment. We have notified the landlords of your actual houses that you will be out of the country on assignment for the foreseeable future, but your rent will still be paid."

With that, Black Oak left the room without even waiting for an answer. The two men were stunned. Cho was stunned because suddenly he was living full time as a woman, something that had been filling his fantasies for weeks. 

Juarez was stunned because this whole situation was spiralling far beyond where he thought it would be. He would have walked out right then and there, quit the CIA even, if he hadn't looked over at Cho and seen the look on his face. Damnit, that man is dedicated thought Juarez. If Juarez was one thing, it was competitive, and he wasn't going to let Cho beat him at being the most dedicated and sacrificing agent. Cho was not going to beat him at being a girl.

Stiletto broke them both out of their stupor. "Alright, let's get showering. April, May, today I want you to shave the other girl."

Cho and Juarez looked confused. "I'm sorry, Mistress, but what do you want us to do?" Cho asked.

"God, slaves, you are so dumb. It is simple. Get in the shower, and April, you shave the pubic region, armpits, legs and face of May, and May, you do the same for April.  Now get to it, slaves!" Stiletto said.

The two agents walked into the showers naked, eyeing each other. Stiletto followed them in, still clothed. She stood outside of the spray of the showers, and started giving directions.

"Let's start with an easy one. April, shave May's face."

Cho sprayed some shaving cream into his hand, and then applied it to Juarez's face. Taking the razor, he slowly and carefully shaved Juarez's face. Truth be told, neither Juarez nor Cho actually grew hair all that quickly, so there was very little to shave. But Cho dutifully ran the razor over every inch of Juarez's lower face and neck.

Next Stiletto had Cho shave Juarez's armpits, and again Cho finished with no problem. Then Juarez shaved Cho's face and his underarms, and despite feeling silly standing and looking at another man's underarms with a razor in his hand, Juarez was fine with what was happening.

"Good, now May, I want you to shave April's pubic region," Stiletto said. Juarez looked down at Cho's groin, and froze. He'd never touched another man before, not between the legs, and he didn't really want to start now.

The hesitation was enough to bring down the wrath of Mistress Stiletto. She rapped Juarez on the ass three times, and told Cho to get on his knees and shave Juarez. "Show the bad slave May how it is done," Stiletto cried.

Cho dropped to his knees, and started to apply shaving cream around Juarez's groin. Cho couldn't help but notice that Juarez was just slightly hard after being whacked by Stiletto, and as Cho moved his hand around Juarez's groin and along his balls, his cock started to grow even more.

Cho looked at the penis, and suddenly wanted to take it in his mouth. He'd been having fantasies for weeks now about having a cock in his mouth, and suddenly there was one right in front of him. Cho shivered, partially with fear and partially with desire. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. "Concentrate on the task," he said. Opening his eyes, he tried to put Juarez's dick out of his mind, instead concentrating on shaving the man's groin. He shaved the hair above and around Juarez's dick, and then went to work on the scrotum, which involved moving the penis out of the way a few times. Juarez started to get even harder, and Cho had to fight the desire to take the cock in his mouth. Finally, Cho finished and stood up, relieved. Cho looked down though, and realized there was no hiding the fact that his cock was now fully erect.

Juarez got down on his knees and shaved Cho's groin, which only made Cho's penis that much harder. Neither man spoke a word, and Mistress Stiletto just watched on in silence with a smile on her face. When Juarez finished with the groin, he next shaved Cho's legs, and finally Cho shaved Juarez's legs.

Both men, now completely hairless, stood in front of Mistress Stiletto. Both men had hard-ons from the shaving. Mistress Stiletto smiled. She wished that she could be the one to take these girly-boys to the next level, but knew that there was another plan for that. Instead, she would just have to satisfy herself with the knowledge that she could have had this boys sucking and fucking each other in no time at all.

Instead, Mistress Stiletto said her goodbyes. "Okay, slaves, this is where I leave you. Get dressed, and then you'll be heading off to your apartment. On Monday, a new instructor will teach you the rest you need to know. You have been adequate slaves. Now get on your hands and knees and kiss my boots."

Without a word, both Juarez and Cho dropped to their knees and kissed the leather boots of the woman that had taught them to be ladies. Cho was thankful for her help, but ready to move on. He wanted to get into his dress and start living as a woman. Juarez was sad though. He realized that when she left, he was going to miss her riding crop.

* * 

The next three days were spent out and about in Washington. Black Oak had given them a "security detail," two young female agents. The females made sure that Juarez and Cho stayed "in character" the entire time. At first, Cho and Juarez had been absolutely terrified to go outside, and once dragged out by the female agents, frightened to speak to anyone. As the days progressed, though, they started to become more and more confident in their female personas, and by the third day were absolutely comfortable acting as women. To an outsider, the group of the two female agents and the two cross-dressers just looked like a group of four single women out in Washington's trendy Georgetown district.

They went out shopping, had brunch, had coffee and spent most of the time chit-chatting. It was all part of the plan to make the two agents act and think as females. And it was working well, all except one part.

The four girls were out at a seafood restaurant when they were approached by a group of four guys. The guys started flirting, and the female agents started to flirt back. The women weren't really interested, but they knew it would be good practice for Cho and Juarez.

Cho and Juarez sat silently, ashen-faced during the entire encounter. As comfortable as they were acting like women in most situations, when it came to encounters with men, they were still a bunch of macho agents. Neither of them felt comfortable in speaking to the "opposite" sex.

The female agents reported this back to Black Oak at the end of the third day. Black Oak wasn't surprised. In fact, the plan that Jarvis Cleethorpe had put together expected that. That was where phase two of the plan was meant to deal with.

That is why they were bringing in The Seducer.

* *

The Seducer was one of those field agents who had a special skill, something that set him apart from the rest. As such, he was a floater, someone who wasn't ever really assigned to a specific operation, but brought in when his skills were needed.

His skill was that he could seduce people. He could seduce anyone. Once he had seduced them, they would tell or do what he wanted, at least up to a certain point. It was a skill that he had known he'd always had, but he had made it sharper by studying psychology, body language, public speaking, poetry and hypnotism. The CIA recruited him, and The Seducer was quite open with what he was willing to do. He was bisexual with very low standards, so he was willing to do anything, including having sex with the grossest and ugliest people out there.

He didn't always have to sleep with them, mind you. Sometimes they just wanted someone to talk to. But if the job required sex, than The Seducer was up for the task. And sex was the specific task he was asked for in this case. It was The Seducer's job to get Cho and Juarez to not just have sex with men, but want it... even need it. If these agents were going to be successful in the field with Luis Tabernas, they would need to want to have sex with Luis Tabernas, not just tolerate it. The Seducer understood his assignment, and relished the challenge.

The Seducer met agents May Juarez and April Cho at CIA headquarters in Langley. The Seducer entered the room, and gave the two agents a fake name, one of his many aliases. He told them that he was to instruct them on etiquette and poise to ensure that their actions and movements were feminine, though of course that was a lie. He was there to get them to fuck.

The Seducer looked at the two women standing in front of him. The Seducer thought of them as women. For the plan to succeed, Cho and Juarez would need to think of themselves as women as well.

April Cho was a pretty, thin girl. Today she was wearing a red silk dress and black 3 inch heels. "She is thin and lovely," thought The Seducer. 

May Juarez was dressed in a pair of grey slacks and a white blouse. The top few buttons on the blouse were undone, giving The Seducer a good look at Juarez's cleavage (a hint of skin from his chest, supported by a water bra and breast forms). "Hot and curvy, lovely," thought The Seducer.

As part of the "etiquette lesson," they had a meal together. The purpose of the meal was really so the Seducer could get to know the two girls and formulate a plan. He was quick to see that April Cho was the more avid of the women. Cho obviously enjoyed being dressed up as a girl, and seemed to like the attention that The Seducer was giving her. May Juarez was less enthused, and The Seducer was able to accurately deduce that Juarez was being driven by her competitive nature.  The Seducer decided on a divided, conquer and then bring together plan. He would get Cho alone, seduce her, and then use that as the competitive spark to get Juarez into the act.

After the meal, The Seducer dismissed the two agents. As they were leaving, he called April Cho back. "Can you help me carry some books up to my office," he asked. Agent Cho agreed.

The Seducer's office was in a quiet part of the complex, away from the hustle and bustle of a lot of the CIA's activities. It had almost a professorial feel to it, with lots of books piled into teetering piles on every available space, a desk covered in papers and an old leather couch pushed up against one wall. The Seducer dropped his stack of books onto his desk, and then asked Agent Cho to put the stack she was carrying on the bottom shelf. The Seducer plopped down on the couch, and watched as April Cho bent over to put the books away. Her skirt rode up just a bit, revealing a hint of butt cheek. The Seducer let out a low moan, which got April's attention.

"Why don't you come over her and sit next to me, April," The Seducer said, patting the spot beside him on the leather couch. Shyly, April came over and sat beside him.

"You make quite a beautiful and graceful woman," The Seducer said, his voice low so that Cho had to lean a little closer to hear him. "I can see that you enjoy being made up to be very pretty, don't you?"

"Yes, I do," April said, eyes cast downwards.

The Seducer reached out and touched April's chin, slowly lifting her head until their eyes met.

"You make a very beautiful and convincing woman. You like being a woman, don't you?"

April looked into The Seducer's eyes and said, just above a whisper, "I love being a woman."

"To truly be a woman, you must give yourself to a man. Would you like that, to give yourself to a man to truly become a woman?" The Seducer asked.

Agent Cho's lip quivered. "Yes, I want to be a woman fully and completely."

The Seducer smiled. Already he could feel his cock growing at the thought of having this beautiful, Asian flower. "In a seduction, the woman needs to make the first move. She does this by signalling her interest to a suitor though her eyes. You need to show me, with your eyes, that you want to be taken by me. Look at me, and let me know what you want."

April Cho looked at The Seducer, and thought of him inside her. The Seducer looked into April's eyes, and saw there a longing, a desire, something he might even describe as an emptiness, a longing to be filled by him. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. April softly moaned at the feel of a man's lips upon hers. She felt her mouth opening, and her tongue venturing out to explore the mouth on her. Her tongue encountered The Seducer's tongue, and the slowly and softly rubbed each other.

The Seducer reached out and put his hand upon April's leg. April let her legs open slightly, signalling to The Seducer that she wanted him to explore higher. The Seducer let his hand run gently up her leg, pushing the hem of her skirt up until his hand reached her upper thigh, just below the panty line. He gently massaged her thigh with his tender hand.

April reached out and put her hands on The Seducer's chest. April's hands shook slightly as she thought about what was going to happen. As man, Agent Cho had slept with a few women, but this was the first time that April Cho was going to have sex as a woman, and her first time with a man. She was virgin, and like many virgins she was filled with a mixture of anticipation and fear. The Seducer could sense this, and took his time with April. They kissed on the couch for more than 30 minutes, The Seducer letting the virginal cross-dresser become comfortable and letting her anticipation build.

Finally The Seducer figured April was ready. He could feel her kisses becoming more forceful and her hands grabbing with longing instead of just gently massaging him. He broke off from their liplock, and leaned back. He reached down and undid his pants, pushing them down and revealing his hard penis. "Take the next step to being a woman," he said. April needed no more encouragement, and she took The Seducer in her mouth. At first she sucked him off while still sitting on the couch, but then she moved off the couch and got down on all fours in front of him. She licked his cock and balls with abandon. What she lacked in style and know how she made up for with her eagerness. The Seducer let her go about sucking him off without words. There would be time to teach her proper method in a future lesson. For now, he just wanted April to want to suck him, to want to get fucked by him.

April opened her mouth as wide as she could, and took the full length of The Seducer into her mouth. She gagged a few times at the start, but soon was able to relax and work the full length of his shaft. The Seducer watched intently as the beautiful Korean took him fully in her mouth, then slowly slid off until just the tip of his cock was held between her lips before plunging back down onto his shaft again. He spoke to her softly and gently, giving her words of encouragement. "Oh, you are so beautiful and so lovely. A real, beautiful woman. You are doing such a good job, it feels so nice to have you take me in your pretty mouth." April kept her eyes locked on the eyes of The Seducer. She loved seeing the joy and pleasure on his face and in his eyes. She knew she was doing a good job, and it made her feel even more like a woman. April loved being the woman, she never wanted to go back.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 03



"Do you want me to penetrate you and make you a real woman fully?" The Seducer asked. April pulled her mouth off his cock and nodded. The Seducer stood up, and motioned for April to sit on the couch. She did as instructed. The Seducer grabbed her hips and pulled them out until her ass was teetering on the edge the couch. He pushed up her skirt and admired her beautiful ass and hard cock encased in a pair of black, silk panties. He put his hands on the waistband of the panties, and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder. April's beautiful pink asshole and hard cock were revealed.

The Seducer got down on his hands and knees, and buried his face in April's ass. His tongue shot out and explored deep inside her man-cunt. He let his salvia run out of his mouth and into and around her asshole, giving her man-pussy and nice thick coating of lubricating spit. The Seducer took his mouth off her ass, and inserted a finger into her tight hole. April groaned as he sunk his finger into her up to the knuckle. He gently worked his finger in and out of her, slowly opening up her ass. He spoke to her in gentle, soothing tones, relaxing her. Soon her ass was open enough for him to fit in a second and then a third finger. He worked his fingers in and out of her, continuing to speak to her and make her feel like a woman. "You are so pretty, with such a beautiful body. You have a gorgeous pink pussy, ready for me to fuck, don't you? Tell me you want me inside you," he said.

"Enter me, fuck me," she moaned. The Seducer plunged a fourth finger into her ass. It opened up without a problem. He moved his hand in and out five times, and then pulled it out. He looked at her ass-pussy, and saw that it was still open and gaping from his fingers.  The Seducer moved himself between April's legs, and put the tip of his cock against her gaping hole. It grabbed onto it, almost like a hungry mouth ready to eat. He pushed himself a little way in, April moaning with pleasure and her cock jerking up and down against her stomach. He rested for a moment, allowing April to adjust to the feeling before pushing a little further in. The Seducer made sure he was gentle as he entered her, and continued to speak in his low, soothing tones, telling April what a beautiful girl she was and how fantastic it felt to be inside her.

Once The Seducer had got the full length of his shaft inside April, he started to slowly move in and out of her. He took her legs in his hands, and held them in the air as he moved his dick in and out of her beautiful ass. The feeling of his hands upon her legs and the soft tones of his voice relaxed April, and soon any pain or discomfort she felt vanished, replaced by the glorious feeling of having The Seducer inside of her, and the feeling of his cock massaging her prostate. She started to encourage the man to increase his rhythm, to push deeper into her. The Seducer obliged her request, pushing himself faster, harder and deeper into her warm boy-pussy.

April was amazed at how natural it felt to have a man inside her, how much it made her feel like a woman. When April was a man and fucking a girl, penetration had always seemed a violent act. In the male mind of Agent Cho, it always seemed like being penetrated required to give oneself over, to become submissive and be used.

Now though, as a woman being penetrated, she felt no violence at all. She didn't feel like she was being used. Rather, she felt like she was joining with her lover. Having him inside her brought them closer. It was a merging of two people, and she loved it.

April was also amazed at physically how good it felt to have The Seducer in her ass. She had feared that being fucked would be painful, and there were a few moments at the beginning when it was. Now, though, it felt wonderful. Waves of pleasure and warmth radiated through her body. April took her hard cock in her hand, and started to stroke it as The Seducer fucked her tight asshole.

It didn't take long for April to orgasm. Her body shook with pleasure, and she cried out. She shot a massive load of sticky white cum all over her red silk dress and even onto her face, an explosive burst of juice flying farther than she had ever seen come out of her. The sight of the woman in front of him exploding in orgasm tipped The Seducer over the edge, and he shook and gritted his teeth as streams of cum shot out of him and deep into April's ass.

The two lover's collapsed onto the couch, exhausted from the effort but happy. The Seducer kissed April tenderly, telling her that she had done an excellent job and now was truly and fully a woman, and a beautiful woman at that. The held each other and let the time float away, until finally the sky was dark and The Seducer said it was time they left.

"I will see you tomorrow, and we shall continue this. Being with you makes me very happy. Does being with me make you happy?" The Seducer asked.

April kissed him and said that it did make her happy. It made her happy, and made her feel like a woman.

* *

The Seducer was happy with his progress in his mission so far, but he knew he had tackled the easy part first. April had very willingly submitted to him, and it was obvious that she was interested in having more of him and other men. May would be the tougher problem, but The Seducer knew he could use Agent May Juarez's competitive nature to his advantage.

The next morning, he called April at six in the morning and said he was coming over to the apartment that she and Juarez shared. "Wear something slutty and revealing for me," he said, signing off.

He arrived 15 minutes later and was pleased to see April answer the door wearing just a pair of blue satin thong panties and a blue stain bra. The Seducer looked down and saw that April already had a hard on, a good sign she was ready for more sex. April started to lead him to the bedroom, but he pulled her in the other direction and into the kitchen. He pulled out a box of strawberries and a can of instant whipped cream from his bag. "I want to feed you," he said, as he grabbed April and lifted her up onto the kitchen counter.

Their session started off much as the day before, with The Seducer being tender and slow, feeding her the berries and whipped cream, most often by placing them between his lips and letting her grab them from his mouth with her mouth. While he was feeding her with him mouth, he moved aside the string of her thong bikini and started to play with her ass with his fingers, working her until she was loose and ready.

Once the strawberries were gone and April's asshole was open and ready, The Seducer pulled down his trousers and entered her. He started grunting and moaning loudly, talking dirty to April. She was surprised at first, but started to enjoy his words. "Oh, you are such a great fuck. I love your ass, it is so tight and lovely. I love fucking you. Uhhhh, yes, that feels so good."

The noise was enough to wake up Juarez. Juarez was wearing female clothes during the day, as requested by Black Oak, but now that the two female agents who were "baby-sitting" him and Cho were gone, he had gone back to wearing boxers to bed instead of feminine night clothes. When he walked out into the kitchen, he was wearing nothing but those boxers.

The Seducer saw Juarez enter the kitchen. He looked over at Juarez and frowned without stopping fucking April. "May Juarez, I am disappointed with you. Not only are you out of your feminine clothes, which I believe you were ordered to wear constantly, but you haven't submitted yourself to a man yet. You are not as far along in your training as Cho is, obviously. I'm going to have to report that back to Black Oak."

Juarez's mouth dropped. "Like fuck I am going to let Cho get a better review than me," Juarez thought. He ran out of the kitchen and into his bedroom where he peeled off his boxers, donned his wig and a black lacy bra. 

Juarez, now transformed from man to woman, returned quickly to the kitchen. As she walked in, The Seducer looked over at May Juarez and smiled. May sashayed across the kitchen, naked from the waist down. May walked over until she was beside April, and then she propped herself up on the kitchen counter, throwing her legs up in the air. "Fuck me!" May groaned to The Seducer.

The Seducer pulled out of April and positioned himself between May's legs. He started to work her ass-pussy with his hand, but May grabbed him by the collar and said, "Fuck me with your cock!"

The Seducer shook his head. "No baby, I need to work your pussy a little bit to open it up, otherwise it'll hurt too much."

May shook him. "Fuck me, I love the pain."

The Seducer looked into May's eyes and saw that she was telling the truth. She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted it hard and rough. The Seducer smiled and pushed his cock deep into May. She grunted and moaned, her sounds revealing a mixture of pain and pleasure. The Seducer started pumping in and out of May's ass. May started to slap her buttocks. The Seducer took the cue, and started to slap May's pretty Latina ass as he pushed in and out of her. 

"You dirty little slut, you love this cock in your ass, don't you?" The Seducer asked.

"I fucking love it. Fuck me hard, fuck me like a whore!" May called out. The Seducer started pumping furiously into May's ass. May started vibrating up and down, relishing the painful pleasure of the feeling of The Seducer inside her. Her cock was rock solid now, and she grabbed it and started to pump it. 

April looked on, whimpering with desire. She so much wanted to have The Seducer back inside her, but she was also loving the show that May and The Seducer were treating her too. Her cock was also rock hard, and April started to stroke it.

May continued to stroke her cock with her right hand as The Seducer fucked her and slapped her ass. May put her left hand up under her bra and started twisting her nipple. The pulled on it until a shock of pain ran through her body. It was enough to push her over the edge, and she shot her load of cum onto her stomach.

The Seducer pulled out of May, and smiled. May dropped to her knees and took The Seducer's cock in her mouth. She loved the taste of her ass on his dick, and sucked it eagerly. The Seducer started pushing deep into May's mouth. She gagged on his length, but after catching her breath quickly put her mouth right back onto The Seducer's dick. She opened her mouth and throat, and let The Seducer fuck her face like a dirty whore's pussy. May loved it. She loved being a dirty whore.

The Seducer loved it too, and shot a load deep into the mouth of May. She gulped it all down, licking every last drop off The Seducer's dick. May collapsed on the floor, covered in sweat from the workout she had received. The Seducer looked over at April, still stroking herself as she sat on the counter. He walked over and kissed her, playing with her cock until he was hard and ready to go again.

Over the next two days, The Seducer, May and April never left the apartment. He would fuck one of the girls while having the other girl practicing sucking and fucking on a dildo.  With April he was a tender and caring lover, speaking to her in soft tones and with love in his voice. With May, he treated her as a dirty slut whore, slapping her ass and twisting her nipples as he fucked her rough and hard. They both loved the attention he gave them.

The Seducer was happy. He reported back to Black Oak that the mission had been successful. The two girls were ready for the field, to suck and fuck through their missions.

Before they went out into the field, though, The Seducer had one more surprise for the girls. He had them sit on the couch wearing their sluttiest lingerie, and he walked out of the living room. When he returned, he was not alone. Mistress Stiletto was with him. The Seducer walked over to April and started to kiss her tenderly as Mistress Stiletto strutted over to May.

"Did you miss my riding crop, slave?" Mistress Stiletto asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Give it to me," May said, sticking her ass in the air.

Mistress Stiletto peeled off her latex pants, revealing her large cock. "Oh, you'll get my riding crop and more," she said as she stroked herself. 

May smiled at the thought of the Mistresses hard cock inside her. May looked over to April. "You know, at first I didn't think I was going to like being undercover as a transsexual, but I have to say, I think this is the best mission ever."

April smiled and nodded. "You are telling me!" she replied.

Both girls moaned with pleasure as hard cocks entered their willing assholes. 



Code Name Tequila Ch. 04



As the party were shown into the Tabernas' large dining hall for the main meal, Ria was kicking herself. She can't believe she hadn't recognized the man at the hotel earlier as Carlos Sanz, the number one driver for the Cabo Blanco Racing Team. She was staring at Carlos. He looked so different than the photos in the CIA files that Ria had seen on him.

Ria felt a hand on her arm. She looked over her shoulder to see Luis Tabernas. "You seem very intent on Mr. Sanz," he said, his voice a low growl.

"I am just surprised how different he looks from the pictures I've seen of him before," she said.

Luis nodded. "Ah yes, the 'wild man' of the racing world, with his long, golden locks and scruffy face. Carlos was quite the party man, but he was not happy to only come second in last years championship. In the off season he has been spending his time with a number of... how shall I put this... 'gurus' whose job it is to help him focus. From physical training to sports psychologists, he has seen them all. He has cleaned himself up, discarded his wild ways and has a new focus this year, and we at Tabernas' racing are very excited about his chances."

"Tabernas Racing?" Ria asked. "Don't you mean Cabo Blanco Racing?" 

Luis bristled and Ria felt him squeeze her arm a little tighter. "This racing team is ours, not the damn sponsors. Cabo Blanco may have their name on it for marketing purposes, but don't get confused. Luis Tabernas and his brother Rodrigo are the power in this organisation."

Ria had known that the question was a provocation, but it was a strategy that herself, Chambers, Black Oak and Jarvis Cleethorpe had developed to allow her to get close to Luis Tabernas. "He doesn't keep women around long," Cleethorpe had said, "but he does seem to keep them longer if they challenge him. Not too much, mind you, because he does have a temper. But enough that he feels he has to work to bed you and keep you."

Ria smiled and put her hand on Luis Tabernas' chest. "Oh, Mr. Tabernas, I can see that you are the real power here. That is one fact that is not in doubt," she cooed.

Luis smiled, and then twister her around in a motion that bordered on roughness. "Why don't you come down and sit next to me, lovely Ria. And please, call me Luis," he said, guiding her forward towards the dining room table.

There were 11 people at the dinner party, so a long table was set out with 5 people on one side and 6 on the other, with the ends left empty. Luis guided Ria to the side of the table with 5 people on it, having her sit at the far end. Luis took the seat beside her.

Across from Ria, the quiet and poised Dominican Gariela sat, with the Cabo Blanco racer Simon Correa sitting beside her. Carlos Sanz, giving Ria a quick glance, took the seat beside Simon, then he turned to talk to COO of Cabo Blanco, Andre Fernandez, who was sitting on Carlos' other side. That side of the table was filled out with Marisa, the Venezuelan girl and Isabella, the stern Mexican handler of the Cabo Blanco "Ambassadors."

On Ria's side of the table, Swedish racer Kasper sat on the other side of Luis, with Emma beside him and rounding out the table Rodrigo Tabernas.

As the multiple course dinner was served, for the most part Ria concentrated on flirting with Luis Tabernas, verbally pulling him close before pushing him away again, trying to get the correct balance of challenge for the transsexual-loving drug lord. She seemed to be succeeding, judging by Luis' unabashed stares and the very visible hard-on in his pants.

Occasionally Ria would survey the table to see what the other dinners were up to. At the far end of the table, Marisa and Isabella looked to be involved in a deep conversation, leaning close to one another as they spoke. Next to them, Carlos was chatting happily with Andre Fernandez, possibly sucking up to the sponsor, thought Ria. Across from Ria, Chilean racer Simon had tried to engage with Gabriela without much success, so he gave up. Gabriela ate in silence as Simon turned his attention to the other three dinners across from him. Bubbly blonde Emma was entertaining Rodrigo on her left, Kasper on her right and Simon across the table and down a few seats from her. She was telling stories and jokes, and generally captivating the men.

As the last course of the meal was served, Luis made a move, putting his hand on Ria's knee, and letting it slide up her leg. Ria allowed Luis to feel her soft skin, and let his hand slip down to massage her inner thigh. When he started to move up in between her legs, she stopped him, leaning over and whispering, "Mr. Tabernas, please. This isn't the place for that."

Luis smiled and leaned back. "So, there is a place for that," he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

Ria looked away shyly, though of course that was just an act. She knew she would eventually be sleeping with Luis Tabernas, but she also wanted to make sure she provided enough of a challenge for him. Plus, while she knew that he liked transsexuals and would already know that she was one, that is information that she wouldn't have unless it was for the CIA. If she was to play the role of the innocent, she would have to "reveal" her secret to him.

Luis made a low moan, and said, "Please, call me Luis." Ria turned her head to look at Luis, and in doing so caught the eye of Carlos Sanz. He winked at her and raised his glass.

* * 

The dinner party ended and the various parties went their separate ways. Emma, Marisa, Gabriela, Ria and Isabella got into the van with driver provided for them to head the couple hours back to the hotel. 

There were four rows of seats. The driver sat alone in the front. In the second row, Ria and Emma sat. Emma didn't stop talking the entire time, gushing about how "sexy" all the racing drivers were, and how much she wanted them to "rev her engine and work her gear box." In the third row Gabriela sat alone, silently looking out the window without saying a word. In the last row, Isabella and Marisa sat. Ria occasionally glanced back, and noticed that as the two hour trip progressed, they seemed to be sitting closer and closer together.

After more than two hours, they arrived back at the hotel. Isabella lined the girls up on the tarmac outside the hotel. "Alright, ladies. Good job tonight. Tomorrow we start our two weeks of training. You'll be learning a lot about both the racing series and our sponsors' products, especially the Cabo Blanco range. Meet tomorrow at 8:30 am down in the lobby for our start. Good night, ladies," Isabella said. The women dispersed, though Ria couldn't help noticing that Isabella and Marisa exchanged a look before departing.

Ria returned to her room, took a quick shower and changed into her bed clothes. Not expecting to entertaining any men tonight, she slipped into a t-shirt and a pair of men's boxers. She didn't often wear men's boxer shorts, but she found them quite comfortable to sleep in, especially if she woke up in the morning with a hard-on.

Ria crawled into bed and reported back to CIA headquarters using the secure communications on her laptop.

"Met Luis Tabernas tonight. All going to plan. He is very interested. Also met Andre Fernandez. Timing seems right - could he be Aguila Roja?"

She waited a few minutes, and a message came back.

"Fernandez is on the list of potential Aguila Rojas. If not actual Aguila Roja, definitely close to Aguila Roja. Don't worry about him, though. Keep your mind on your mission - Luis Tabernas.

P.S. Be safe - Chambers."

"Aww, how sweet," Ria thought. She put away the laptop and shut off the light. She had barely got her head down on the pillow, though, before there was a loud knock at her door. She got up and looked through the peep-hole. It was Luis Tabernas and two goons in black suits.

Ria opened the door. Luis smiled a dirty smile. "Good to see you again, Ria. Do you mind if I come in?" he asked, before pushing his way past Ria and into the room. The two black-suited goons followed him in, checking in the bathroom, in the closet, under the bed and behind the curtains.

"Room is clean," one of the goons reported to Luis.

Luis nodded and waved his hand towards the door. "Good, why don't you boys go and wait by the pool, then?" he said. The men in black suits left the room and shut the door, leaving Ria alone with Luis Tabernas.

Ria stood, her hands on her hips, and stared at Luis. "So, Luis, what brings you 2 hours out of your way to my hotel room," she asked, putting a hint of force in her voice.

Luis raised an eyebrow playfully. "Why does any man show up at a woman's hotel room in the middle of the night?" he asked.

Ria took a step towards him. "If he shows up without her permission, I can only assume it is to get her hand slapped across his face in response to his presumption."

Luis laughed. "A powerful man does not need an invitation. A powerful man, such as myself, is always wanted. Isn't that right," he said. He took two quick steps towards Ria, grabbed her with both hands and pulled her towards him, placing his lips onto hers. Ria could feel his tongue quickly and forcefully push into her mouth, and she could also feel the steel-like hardness of his cock pressing through his pants and against her leg.

Ria wriggled until her arms were free enough to get some leverage, and then used on of her judo moves to flip Luis Tabernas head over ass and onto the bed. He bounced, surprised, off the bed and onto the floor.

Ria turned to face him, crouching in a defensive position. Luis stood up and dusted himself off. "My, my," he said, "you are quite the little fighter. I do like my women with some life in them."

Ria snorted. "Try coming at me again, and I'll be the only thing in this room with any life in it."

Luis titled his head and smiled. "Is that a threat, Ria?"

"Are you not used to be threatened?" Asked Ria.

Luis laughed. "No, I get threatened all the time. It is just rarely from someone who I think might have the gall to try and act on it. Not to mention, you are just a small, little girl, and I am a big, strong man, what do you think you could do?" he asked.

Ria turned her wrist and beckoned him forward, just as she had seen the fighters do in the martial arts films. "Why don't you come here and see what I can do?"

Luis' eyes opened wide and his nostrils flared. He charged at her. Ria moved quickly to her left, leaving a leg out in Luis' path. As he tripped on the leg, she brought her fists down on his back, ensuring his being off balance. Luis lunged forward out of control and smashed into the closet door, smashing it from its hinges.

Ria sprinted across the room, and took up another defensive position. Luis pulled himself out of the closet, and grunted. He threw his hands to his sides, puffing out his chest and screaming. He charged again. This time Ria waited until he was almost within range of her, then fell to the ground on her back. She drove her feet up into Luis' stomach. The force of the blow caused him to exhale. He whimpered and looked deflated as the force of his motion took him forward, over Ria's prone body and smashing into the glass of the hotel windows. Luckily the reenforced glass didn't give. Luis staggered from the window and collapsed onto the floor, winded.

Ria jumped up and hopped onto the bed. She stood there, bouncing up and down and smiling, looking at the man lying on the floor, exhausted. If he wanted a challenge, he was sure getting it.

Luis caught his breath and stood up. His eyes were slits, his nostrils flared out wide like a bulls. He was breathing heavily through his mouth with a foamy spray of spit jetting out of his mouth on every exhale. "You are going to pay," he snorted, and lunged towards Ria.

This time, Ria let him catch her. He wrapped his arms around her and forced her off the bed and onto the floor with a thud. He straddled her, his entire weight pushing down on her slight frame. He raised a hand, ready to punch her.

This, Ria knew, was the moment for her to act. She lurched forward and planted her lips upon his, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. Luis was caught off guard for a moment, but then responded in kind. His arm, which had been raised to strike her, instead came slowly down and started to caress her body. His lips pressed against hers, his tongue wrestled with hers in the open caverns of their mouths.

Ria felt Luis' hands tug at her shirt, and soon the t-shirt was ripped up over her head and thrown aside. Luis stopped for a moment, looking at her statuesque breasts, before diving towards them and attacking them with his mouth. Luis was not a gentle lover, that much was certain. He was forceful, bordering on rough, but never quite passing over the line. He seemed to instinctively know how much pressure and force to apply to be on the edge of being painful, but still on the pleasurable side of the line between pleasure and pain.

Ria's nipples reacted to Luis' mouth and tongue, and were soon rock hard. Luis gladly licked and sucked on Ria's pert nipples. He had been working her nipples with his lips and tongue, but now she was aroused, he started to gently nip and bit at them as well, holding them between his teeth just long enough that the Ria was on the verge of pushing him off, and then releasing. After the slight pain, Ria would always experience a wave of pleasure. Luis seemed to know exactly her thresholds.

Luis started to move down her body, licking her stomach and working on her belly button. Ria allowed him to caress her body with his tongue until he reached the elastic of her boxer shorts, then she pushed him off and bounded up.

"Oh, Mr. Tabernas," she said, trying to sound like she was on the verge of tears. "That was so good, but we can't go further. I haven't been honest with you. I am not who I seem. You'll never forgive me, Mr. Tabernas." Ria sat with a thud on the bed. 

Luis smiled and took a few steps towards her. He knelt before her, and put his hand tenderly on her arms. "Ria, you are a beautiful, amazing woman. There is nothing you could say that would make me mad at you."

"No, what I haven't told you, it is not forgivable," Ria said, looking away. Ria knew that the "secret" she was about to reveal she knew he would forgive. She was chosen specifically because of it. If she told him, however, that she was a spy working for the CIA, that she knew he would not forgive.

Luis stroked her arm. "Please, Ria, tell me your secret. Tell me, and I promise I will love you for it," he said.

Ria turned her head back towards Luis and looked into his eyes for a few moments. She could see he was sincere. She almost felt bad about deceiving him, but let that feeling go. Feeling bad for this drug lord would serve her no purpose.

Ria stood up, and pulled off her boxer shorts. Luis' eyes scanned down her body until his gaze rested on the area between her legs. He admired her beautiful, semi-rigid cock. "You are a beautiful woman, with something extra for me," he said.

Luis took Ria's penis in his hand, and slowly moved forward until the tip of her cock touched his lips. He moved his head back and forth, letting his lips run along the tip of her dick. He moved his head away for a moment, and Ria could see his lips were moist with a gloss of pre-cum. The vision made her penis grow slightly harder.

Luis moved his head forward again, this time parting his lips and taking the head of her cock into his mouth. He massaged the tip of her dick with his tongue and lips, not pushing himself down on her penis yet. He worked the glans of cock and a set of expert lips. As rough as he had been with her when sucking her breasts, he was gentle now, tenderly loving the head of her cock with his mouth.

Ria grew to her full length. Luis started to take more of her in his mouth, pushing himself down her shaft before pulling all the way back to the tip, and then pushing back down again. Ria moaned the the feeling of the expert cock-sucker working her shaft and head.

Luis' hands moved up her legs until he reached her waist. He moved his right hand underneath her legs, and started to massage her balls. His left he moved around behind her, massaging her buttocks.

Ria started to pant, a cue that Luis took to speed up the action of his mouth. He started pumping his face up and down on Ria's shaft quicker, and his left hand found its way between Ria's butt cheeks and up against her rosy asshole. Luis pushed himself all the way down on Ria's dick, and then plunged a finger into her butthole. 

Luis started bobbing his head up and down on Ria quickly as his finger pushed in and out of Ria's asshole, massaging her prostate. 

Ria's legs shook. Her asshole started convulsing around Luis' finger. She grabbed Luis' thick black hair in her hands and pushed herself as far into his mouth as she could. She moaned loudly and released herself into Luis' mouth. Her salty-sweet juice coated the inside of Luis' mouth, and he quickly swallowed it down, continuing to suck on her to coax more out of her. Once she was spent and he had gulped down every drop of her cum, he released her from his mouth and pulled his finger out of her ass.

Luis stood up and smiled. "See, Ria, I told you I would love you for your secret." Luis undid his shirt and threw it across the room, and then undid his belt. "Now that I have loved you, will you love me in return?" he asked. He pulled off his pants to reveal are large, thick cock.

Luis pushed Ria onto her back on the bed, and then grabbed her legs. He lifted them in the air, pulling them apart and lifting her ass up to meet his rock hard penis. 

"Yes, let's see how much love you can give me in return," he said as he pushed himself fully into Ria's ass.

* * 

Carlos Sanz was in the bar of the hotel, having drinks with Andre Fernandez, when he saw the two goons sit down and order colas. He recognized the goons as two of Luis' men. That could only mean that Luis was here, no doubt with Ria Ortega.

He smiled to himself. That is a piece of knowledge that could come in handy later. He belted down his tequila and turned to Fernandez. "Another one, Andre?" he asked.

* * 

Marisa looked both ways down the hall, making sure the coast was clear before knocking on the door in front of her. The door opened, and Isabella stood there naked, looking at Marisa.

Marisa admired the smooth, tanned body in front of her. Small, taut breasts, a flat stomach and her smooth, shaved groin. Marisa continued to look at Isabella's crotch as Isabella let her hand slip down and start to massage her pussy lips.

Marisa looked up. "Isabella, I was hoping that we might get a chance to be... closer."

Isabella let out a low moan as Marisa entered the room.

* * 

Rodrigo Tabernas walked out of his study and called out to his guards. "Quickly, get my brother."

The guards looked at each other nervously. "He's not here, sir. He went out."

Rodrigo rolled his eyes. "He is off fucking that stupid tranny, isn't he? We have big problems in Peru, and he is off sticking his dick in some whore. This is just typical of him. Fine, I'll handle this myself."

Rodrigo went into his study, the door slamming behind him.

* * 

The wake up call came way too early for Ria's liking. Luis had stayed very late, alternating between the tender man who sucked her cock and the rough and tumble fucker who bit on her tits and pushed himself into her ass. It was one of the strangest sexual experiences Ria had ever had, which is saying a lot for a girl who had once blown a donkey in a Mexican circus. It was almost like there were two Luis'. The one who liked to gently and tenderly lick Ria's cock, balls and ass with soft lips and a silken tongue, and the growling Luis with the rough hands and large cock who pushed himself deeply, rapidly and repeatedly into her ass.

Not that Ria minded. She liked the two sides of the man, and the heights he had taken her too. It was really too bad he was a cold-blooded murderer and drug lord, because otherwise Ria could see herself getting used to living in the moneyed luxury of Luis Tabernas.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 04



Putting her mind back on her mission, she debriefed herself on last nights events. Luis was obviously interested in her. Now she had to keep his attention. She would continue to play a game of pushing and pulling, letting him close, and then pushing him away. She figured that if she could play him for a week or two, he'd be completely hooked. By then, Ria would be able to start eliciting information out of him. She had to be careful to not ask for too much, too soon, otherwise he might get suspicious.

Ria quickly checked in with CIA HQ. "Luis came to hotel late last night. All going to plan. He is intrigued," she sent via the secure computer network.

A response came back. "Did he mention anything about Peru?"

"No, why?" Ria wrote back.

"It appears there is a battle brewing of control of shipments from Bolivia of raw materials for cocaine production. The Tabernas', with Aguila Roja's protection, control the border now, but someone else could be moving in. We expect that either the Tabernas' or Aguila Roja will have to make a move there to secure their borders soon. Keep an ear out for anything."

Ria showered, got dressed and made her way downstairs to meet the other girls. They were all there already, though Marisa looked like she hadn't slept much, and Isabella was wearing a large pair of sunglasses.

As the girls were waiting for the van to come around to take them to the Tabernas' Racing compound, Andre Fernandez, COO of Cabo Blanco Tequila exited the hotel. He stopped for a moment to speak to the group.

"Hello ladies. I am sorry to say that I won't be able to stay for your first day. Unfortunately I have to fly to northern Chile. We are having problems with a factory there, and I need to go and help with negotiations. I will be back in a few days, and look forward to seeing how you are doing with the information you need to learn."

Fernandez turned and left, hoping into a waiting Lincoln Continental. Ria watched the car go, pondering the fact that Northern Chile shared a border with both Peru and Bolivia. 

* *

Over the next two weeks, Ria didn't have any opportunities to investigate any suspicions she had of Fernandez. During the day, Ria and Emma, Marisa and Gabriela, spent 10 hours at the Tabernas' racing compound, learning about the racing cars, the drivers, the championship as well as the Cabo Blanco product line and the product lines of other sponsors.

Three days after seeing him leave for Chile, Fernandez returned. He spent the next few days hanging around the compound. Ria noticed that for most of his time there, Carlos Sanz was hanging off his side. While Ria knew the drivers had to suck up a little to the main sponsor, the time Carlos spent with Fernandez went well beyond any amount of time that Ria would expect one of the drivers to spend with the sponsor.

"If Fernandez is somehow involved in this, potentially even the Aguila Roja himself, perhaps Carlos is also involved. He does have a history, the 'wild man' of racing. it wouldn't be hard to imagine that he might also be involved in drugs," Ria thought to herself. "I will have to keep an eye on Carlos Sanz."

Despite being focused on Luis for the most part, and also keeping an eye on Fernandez and Carlos when she could, Ria also had time to notice that Isabella and Marisa seemed to be getting quite close. Much closer than she would expect two women to get, Ria thought. She mentioned her suspicions that Isabella and Marisa seemed to be more than just coworkers to Emma, who confirmed that she had been thinking the same thing, before adding that she liked girls too, and wondered if they would be interested in an all girl three way. "You could join, too," Emma said to Ria, "then we'd have both an all girl session and a cock to play with!"

Ria shook her head, and scolded herself for both letting herself get involved in idle gossip and mentioned anything to Emma.

At nights, Luis Tabernas would either come to Ria's hotel, or more often send a car around and have her come to either the ranch out near Mar Chiquita or an apartment Luis had in Cordoba. The experience of the first night was repeated over and over, with the "two Luises" joining her. The one that was tender and loved the feeling of a cock and balls in his mouth, and the second that was forceful and manly and wanted nothing more than to fuck Ria's tight ass.

Ria didn't always let Luis have her so easily. In the first week, she blew him off completely twice, once even saying she thought he was too old for her. Another night she held him at bay for more than two hours, claiming she wasn't in the mood, until we was on his knees begging. She then let him suck her off, but didn't let him fuck her. The other three nights she gave into him fully and completely, letting him fuck her savagely.

She could see that plan was working. Luis was constantly off kilter when she was around, unsure if he was going to get the girl who gave into him without question or the one who had no issue with pushing him away. By the end of the first week of training, Ria was pretty sure she had Luis on a string.

She decided to test him. That evening, she decided to play hard to get. He sent around the car to pick her up, and she sent it away. She then waited 20 minutes, and took a cab to his apartment in Cordoba. Luis was surprised to see her when he opened the door. "I didn't think you were interested in coming here tonight," he said.

Ria shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I haven't decided yet. Get me a glass of wine," she ordered. Luis obeyed.

For the next hour and a half she fended off all his advances, brushing them aside with withering comments in a bored tone. Luis was almost quivering with desire by the end of 90 minutes of being rebuffed.

Ria stood up, and said, "you can kiss me on the lips, if you are desperate."

It was a test. Luis knew it as well. He knew he shouldn't let her direct the interaction like that, nor call him desperate, but he so wanted to kiss her lips. He stood up and put his lips against hers. Ria stood, passionlessly, arms at her sides and lips sealed shut and Luis kissed her.

Luis broke away. Ria yawned and stretched. "Perhaps I should go," she said.

Luis' chest heaved. "No, you will stay," Luis said forcefully.

Ria simply raised an eyebrow.

"You have to stay," Luis repeated, with much less force and certainty in his voice.

Ria knew she had him. She stayed, of course, and let Luis fuck her. At the end of the session, they lay in bed together, she resting her head on his chest and stroking the hair on his head.

"What do you and your brother do?" Ria asked.

"We run the racing team," he said.

"Besides that," she asked.

"We are in a number of businesses. Industrial, manufacturing, mining, import, export," he rattled off.

"Come on, really," Ria said. "You and your brother are so young to have built such an empire. There must be something else. Something illicit."

"We trade in many things," Luis said, by way of an answer.

Ria left it at that. It was enough for tonight. She had eight months to get answers out of Luis Tabernas.

* * 

At the end of the two weeks of training, Isabella stood up in front of the three girls. "Congratulations everyone. You have completed all the training, and in two days time we are going to leave Argentina and head to Las Vegas, Nevada, USA for the first race of the season. It'll be a hard week when we get to Las Vegas, but during the interview process and the two weeks training here, you girls have shown that you are up for the task of representing the Tabernas' brothers and Cabo Blanco Tequila. Now, why don't you girls get a couple of days of good rest before we head up to Vegas."

Marisa, Emma and Ria all hugged each other, congratulating each other on the accomplishment. Even the usually frigid Gabriela gave each of the girls a quick embrace, though she made sure not to get too close to any of them. Ria couldn't help but wonder how this quiet girl who seemed to eschew any sort of physical contact was going to entertain clients at the races.

Ria went back to the hotel and gave a quick report back to CIA HQ that the training was complete and they were leaving for Las Vegas in two days. 

She took a shower, and came out to find a text message on her phone. "Want you to come to ranch. Car there at 1 hour. Luis."

Ria decided to celebrate with Luis tonight. Despite herself, she had started to find herself liking Luis. He was magical in bed, he actually had been treating her quite nicely outside the bedroom, buying her a few nice gifts and treating her to some very nice dinners. When she reported this to the CIA, she was told that this was an excellent sign. Generally Luis used women and then cast them aside. The fact he seemed to be developing an emotional attachment was seen as a good sign.

Ria put on a pair of black lace panties. She didn't bother tucking her cock down between her legs, figuring Luis would just have it out again quickly. She put on a matching black lace bra. Over this she slipped a red, low cut dress. It was so short that if she reached up her ass was in full view, and so low cut that a good amount of her bosom was on display. Ria then slipped on a pair of thigh high stockings, their lacy tops ending well below the hem of her dress, showing off the naked top of her thighs. She finished the look with a pair of red heels.

Ria looked at herself in the mirror. Her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders, perfectly framing her beautiful, feminine face. He brown eyes twinkled and her smile was beaming white. Her body was quite shapely as well, beautiful c-cups jutting out in front of her, a tight, shapely ass peaking out from under the red dress and long legs bathed in silk stockings.

On the two hour drive out to the ranch, Ria couldn't help but notice that the driver kept sneaking peeks of her in the rear-view mirror. She sat in the back with her legs crossed in front of her, giving him a good view of her long, shapely legs. Occasionally she would lean forward, pretending to look through her bag, but really just giving the driver a nice view of her breasts framed by the low cut of her dress. She could hear him breathing heavy at times. The attention of the driver turned Ria on, and she wished the ranch wasn't so far away. She was ready to be fucked.

Finally, the car pulled into the ranch. As the car drove up the long driver, Ria uncrossed her legs and let them fall open. She looked up and saw the eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror, wide with excitement. As she opened her legs, the dress rode up her thighs, exposing more and more of her black panty clad crotch. Finally, her legs fully open, she reached down and pressed against the panties on either side of her penis, accentuating the bulge of her cock. She saw his eyes open even wider with surprise.

"What the fu..." the driver said, but didn't finish the question, interrupted by the sounds of metal crunching on metal. The driver slammed on the brakes. He threw open his door and looked at the side of his car. While watching Ria, he hadn't been paying attention to the road, and had side-swiped one of the metal fence posts along the drive.

"Oh fuck, Rodrigo is going to kill me," the driver said.

Ria smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you," she said, laughing. She bounded up to the main house of the ranch, leaving the driver to examine the damage to the car.

Ria entered the ranch and ran immediately into Rodrigo Tabernas. "Hello, Mr. Tabernas," she said. Unlike Luis, Rodrigo hadn't quite warmed to Ria yet.

Rodrigo looked out the window. "Did the driver hit something?" he asked.

Ria looked sheepishly at Rodrigo. "Oh, that's my fault. I was distracting him when he was driving, asking him lots of questions about his car. I'm sorry, please don't punish too much," Ria said.

Rodrigo looked Ria and shook his head. "As long as the car still runs, I need to get into town." Rodrigo went out the front door. Ria watched him as he got into the car and ordered the driver in the car was well. The car pulled a u-turn, and sped off down the drive.

Ria found Luis in his bedroom. He was wearing a silk robe that was tied very loosely, giving Ria quick glimpses of Luis' large cock as he walked around the room. Luis poured Ria a glass of brandy, and then joined her on a small day bed he had on one side of the room. Ria took the glass of brandy and kicked off her heels.

Luis raised his glass. "To the racing season," he said. Ria clinked glasses with him, and they both took a big sip.

Ria looked around Luis' bedroom at the ranch. Now she was going to be on the road for the next eight months, she realized was going to miss this place. It was a big room with red tiled floors and white stucco walls. There were no windows at ground level, but large windows about 7 feet off the floor let in lots of natural light. The day bed they were sitting on was up against one wall, with a large dresser and mirror on the other wall. In the middle of the room was a large, metal framed bed covered with a maroon duvet. The was pushed up against the wall, and the wall opposite had the large two wooden doors that led out into the hall.

Luis and Ria chatted as they finished off their brandies. Glasses drained, Luis motioned over to the large bed. "Shall we move this over to the bed?" he asked. Ria nodded.

Luis stood up and grabbed Ria, picking her up in his strong arms. He carried her over to the bed before throwing her on it. He jumped up on the bed and supported himself over her, kissing her tenderly on the lips. Luis' robe slide open, and Ria could see his cock was already getting hard.

Ria put her hands on Luis' chest and with a push tossed him over so that he was on his back on the bed. She got on her hands and knees and crawled between his legs. She looked up and smiled at Luis before opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, running it along the left side of his hardening cock. Once she reached the top of his dick, she slowly and seductively massaged it with her tongue. 

Luis moaned and asked her to suck him, but she didn't take Luis in her mouth, not yet. Instead she let her tongue run down the right side of his cock. She reached the based of his cock, and continued to lick slowly around his ball sack. Her tongue slipped into the spaces between his scrotum and leg, and he moaned with pleasure. He licked the underside of his scrotum, letting her tongue run tantalisingly close to his puckered asshole. She then ran her tongue up the other side of his sack. Luis was now rock solid hard.

Ria again repeated the whole motion moving up the left side of his shaft, again ignoring Luis' plea to suck him as she licked the top of his cock, and again running her tongue down the other side of his cock. When she reached the base of his cock, this time she licked and sucked on his scrotum, playfully jabbing his balls with her tongue. She moved down between his legs, letting her tongue work along his taint. Luis raised his ass up in the air, spreading his legs. Ria knew that invitation, and ran her tongue over his tight asshole. She started to work at his hole with the tip of her bright red tongue, and before long his ass started to blossom, letting her tongue to explore deeper and deeper inside him. In just a few moments, her tongue was buried deep in Luis' ass and her lips pressed against his butt cheeks.

Luis started moving his hips up and down, forcing the tongue in and out of his ass. Luis started to breath deeply, and his cock started to twitch up and down with each movement of the sexy transsexual's tongue in and out of his butthole.

Ria tongue fucked Luis for a few minutes, but watching his large cock twitch up and down was getting her hungry for the taste of his dick. She pulled out of Luis' ass and gulped up his hard dick. As she took the cock in her mouth, and pushed a finger in Luis' spit-lubbed asshole. It slide easily in. Ria started to finger fuck and suck Luis with a co-ordinated rhythm, pulling her finger out as she plunged down on his dick, and then pushing her finger in his asshole as she moved up his shaft. Luis started moving his hips in time with this rhythm, forcing both his cock deeper in Ria's mouth and Ria's finger deeper in his ass.

"More," Luis panted. "Another finger!"

Ria obeyed, and put a second finger in Luis' butthole. He moaned appreciatively and pushed has ass down on the fingers. He held himself down on her fingers, moving his ass up and down in micro-pulses, sending pleasure throughout his body. Ria continued to suck on his dick, moving her head up and down his long, thick monster.

"Another finger," he yelped out.

Ria slipped a third finger into his butthole. Luis let out an animalistic grunt, and his cock started to spasm inside Ria's mouth.

"Fuck, yes! Fuck, yes!" Luis called out.

Ria started to pump her fingers in and out of Luis' ass quickly, and hungrily suck on his monster cock. She could feel the cock jerk wildly with each push of her fingers inside his ass. Luis let out a scream, and streams of hot liquid started to shot from the tip of his penis. Ria pushed her fingers as deeply as she could into Luis, which seemed to quicken the frequency of the waves of cum shooting out of him. She gulped each pulse of cum down, swallowing all but the last volley.

Ria pulled her fingers out of Luis' ass and removed her mouth from his cock. She sat up on the bed and opened her mouth, showing Luis his own cum resting in her mouth. She played with the white goo with her tongue for a moment before smiling and swallowing every last drop of it. She opened her mouth to show him it was empty.

Luis moved quickly, grabbing her and pressing her down on the bed. He held her down as he kissed her on the lips, his hands tearing at her red dress. Ria heard the dress rip as Luis pulled at it, and soon felt the fabric moving off her. She felt cool air on her skin, and out of the corner of her eye saw the torn, red fabric floating across the room as Luis tossed it aside.

Luis' hands now explored her body, clothed only with a bra, panties and stockings. His lips continued to press against hers. His hand found her bra, and with a quick jerk, pulled at the strap until it snapped broken. Ria felt the elastic snap against her, and then the bra start to fall away from her body. Dear God, he's strong, she though.

The panties were next, torn in two and cast across the room, leaving Ria naked except for the thigh high stockings with lace trim on her legs. Luis started to explore her naked body, kissing her neck and shoulders, running his tongue down the side of her body, and then up onto her breast. His tongue flicked at the nipple of her left breast, and then he took her in his mouth. He used every part of his mouth - tongue, lips, teeth - as he worked on her left nipple. As before, he was forceful, on the edge of inflicting pain but never quite crossing the edge. Ria started bucking her hips, rubbing her increasingly hard cock against Luis' leg.

Once her left breast had been teased and pleasured, Luis moved over to her right. Again he used his whole mouth to work the nipple, nipping and biting just enough to cause momentary shocks before releasing waves of pleasure.

Luis finished with her right breast, and quickly worked his mouth down to her cock. By now, she was hard as a rock, and Luis wasted no time in getting her perfect she-dick in his mouth. Unlike the teasing that Ria had performed on him, Luis just started sucking right away. He took her full length in his mouth, and started pumping up and down. With the job he had done on her nipples, Ria was very horny and ready to come quickly. She grabbed Luis' head and started to quickly and forcefully move in and out of his mouth.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 04



Unlike Emma, who was a sloppy cock sucker, Luis was a very controlled cocksucker. Nothing escaped from his mouth. He never gagged on her member, instead he expertly opened his throat and accepted her full length unhesitatingly. His lips kept a tight seal against her cock, giving a maximum amount of friction as she pushed in and out of him.

Ria's left hand balanced on Luis' head, pushing it up and down in a sympathetic rhythm to her hips. Her right hand flicked and played with her already hard nipples. The sensation of having her cock being taken fully and her nipples being manipulated was enough to send Ria over the edge. She released a quick, enthusiastic burst of cum into Luis' mouth, which he swallowed unquestioningly.

They two rested on the bed for half an hour, having another drink of brandy, kissing lightly and massaging each others bodies. 

After half-an-hour, Luis was hard again. "I want to fuck you," he said.

Ria got on all fours facing the door, and Luis got behind her. As before, he pushed himself into her forcefully and fully. Luckily Ria had lots of practice and was able to handle the massive cock pressing into her. After the initial jolt, she relaxed and started to enjoy as Luis pushed himself in and out of her.

Ria looked over to her right, and was able to see the reflection of her and Luis in the mirror, she on all fours, her flaccid cock swinging between her legs in rhythm with the pushes from Luis, behind her with his hands on her hips. His face was bright red with effort as he pushed his long, thick dick in and out of her tight ass. Sweat started to gather on his brow.

Ria closed her eyes and arched her back. Her breasts touched the duvet, and soon her nipples hardened from the friction of rubbing back and forth against the fabric of the duvet. Ria adjusted to the cock inside her and started to feel real pleasure from the penetration. With the pleasure from her nipples along with the feeling from her ass, her cock started to get hard again. She looked over in the mirror, and saw her cock starting to grow. She watched as it got hard, and could feel as it started to slap against her stomach. Watching it happen in the mirror made her even hornier, and her cock harder.

Luis pushed himself deeply inside Ria and let out a loud grunt. He started pulsing his hips quickly, and let out a sound that was a mix between a growl and a scream as he shot out his second load of the night into Ria's ass. He held himself there for a few moments, and then pulled out.

Luis leaned back against the bed's metal iron-wrought headboard. "Was it good for you, baby?"

Ria didn't get a chance to answer. Just then, the two wooden doors in front of her splintered. The doors shot open, and Ria saw two men wearing all black, including black masks, standing in the doorway. Both were holding semi-automatic rifles.

Before Ria could do anything, the men fired. The bullets ripped into Luis Tabernas' chest and head, sending blood spurting from his body and onto the bed and Ria's back before he slumped over to the side.

Ria rolled off the bed and then under it. The gunmen aimed the guns at the bed and let out sharp bursts. Ria winced, expecting the worst, but was pleased to find that none of the bullets had reached her. She looked up at the bed, and noticed that the frame was a mass of metal. The bullets obviously couldn't get through.

Ria looked out and saw the two pairs of legs by the door. "Is she dead," she heard a voice ask.

One of the men walked over, and Ria saw him crouch. She moved quietly over to where he was waited. When he ducked his head down to look under the bed, Ria was ready, and jammed her fingers into his eye sockets, pushing deeply and twisting. The man fell back, screaming.

"Fuck," she heard the other man exclaim, and he let out another volley of gunfire into the bed. Again the frame protected Ria from the bullets.

Ria looked out, at the guard writhing in pain on the floor, but she couldn't reach his gun. However, she noticed a knife in an ankle holster that she could reach. She grabbed it and pulled it out.

Ria waited. The second gunmen came over to the bed. This time she didn't wait from him to crouch down. Instead, she used the knife to slice the back of both the man's ankles, he crumpled to the ground screaming in pain.

"What the fuck is going on," Ria heard someone scream from outside the room. She would have to act quickly. She got out from under the bed and brought the knife down into the man's throat. He gurgled for a moment, and then slumped.

Ria grabbed the dead guard's rifle and looked up just in time to see two more gunmen in the hallway. The shock of seeing a naked woman with a penis holding a rifle was enough to make them hesitate for a moment, and gave Ria the edge she needed. She let off a few volleys of gun fire in the direction of the men. Both men slumped as the bullets tore through their bodies.

Ria heard a voice from outside. "Holy shit, he must have guards or something in there." Ria knew there was more gunmen outside. She walked over to the man still writhing in pain on the floor, his eyes mashed into his head. 

"How many of you are there," she asked, pressing the hot barrel of the rifle against his forehead.

"Fuck, don't kill me, please," he whimpered.

"How many?" she repeated.

"Six," he said. She had taken out four, including the one at the end of her barrel right now, meaning she had two more to escape from.

Ria couldn't have the gunman on the floor recovering and coming after her, so she brought the butt of the rifle down hard on his nose, knocking him unconscious. She checked the clip of the rifle, and headed out into the hall

* *

A few hours later at a secure house in Cordoba, Rodrigo Tabernas reviewed the security camera footage from the ranch. There were no cameras in the bedrooms, that was too much of an invasion of privacy, but he had the cameras outside of the bedrooms to go by. He watched as the six gunmen killed the guards on duty and dispatched of the domestic staff as well. He watched as they busted down the door and saw them spray bullets into the room. He watched the two gunmen enter the room, but never come out again. He watched the next two gunmen fall in the hallway, their chests blown apart by someone from inside the room.

"This is where she appears," said Gaston, one of Rodrigo's most trusted security men.

Ria appeared on the black and white security footage, naked expect for a pair of silk stockings, holding a gun. She sneaked down the hallway and peaked around the corner. In the other monitors, Rodrigo and Gaston could see the two gunmen, having taken up a defensive position down the hall. As soon as they saw her head, they fired, but she ducked back behind the wall quickly.

Ria walked back down the hall a few feet, and grabbed a small side table. She slowly crept back to the corner, and then flung the table out into the hallway. The gunmen took the bait, and fired at the table as it crashed into the wall on the other side. With their guns aimed the other way, Ria was able to lean out and get a clear shot off, hitting one of the gunmen in the head. He slumped to the floor, and was soon surrounded by a pool of black liquid. Rodrigo knew that if the security cameras had been colour, that would have been dark red blood.

The second gunmen retreated, taking up a position around another corner and closer to the main door. It was a better position for one person to defend. Gaston nodded at the movement and said, "professional, he's got a better position now."

Ria had heard the gunmen retreat, and followed for a moment, but then she ducked into a room. Rodrigo and Gaston watched as the naked transsexual moved through the house.

"Is she trying to flank him?" asked Rodrigo, not having seen the footage.

"Just watch," Gaston said, having seen what comes next.

Ria entered Rodrigo's study and looked up at one of the walls. "She's looking at my security cameras!" he said. "How did she know that the monitors were there?"

Gaston smirked. "Last week when you were in Cordoba, Luis gave her a tour of the place, including your study."

"Fucking moron," Rodrigo said, and then felt bad about it. His brother was dead, and he should show more respect for the man, even if he was an idiot.

Having ascertained the gunmen's position, Ria worked her way back through the house, avoiding the main hallway until she was in a room that he was outside. Ria walked along, feeling the wall. 

"What is she doing?" asked Rodrigo.

"I believe she was trying to figure out what the wall was made of," said Gaston.

"Why?" Rodrigo said.

Gaston motioned to the monitor. Ria walked to the door, and paced off three steps. She pointed her gun at the wall, and pulled the trigger. On the other monitor, Rodrigo and Gaston watched as the final gunmen slumped dead on the ground.

Gaston turned off the tapes. "Two of my men arrived about 10 minutes later, and found her and one gunmen unconscious in the bedroom the only people alive in the house."

"Have you questioned her," asked Rodrigo.

"She says she didn't have anything to do with the shooting, and was only trying to protect herself after Luis was shot."

"And the gunmen? Has he said anything?"

"Just keeps cursing the bitch who blinded him," Gaston said.

Rodrigo stood up and walked through a door. Inside, Ria sat on a hard metal chair, wrapped in a blanket, the only thing she had to cover her otherwise naked form.

"Mr. Tabernas, thank God you are alright," Ria said.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asked.

"I figured if someone wanted to kill Luis, they probably wanted to kill you as well," she said.

Rodrigo frowned. "Did you plan this? Are you the mastermind, is that why you are the only one alive?"

"No, Mr. Tabernas, no. How could you think that?" Ria pleaded.

"Because I find it odd that a shemale hired to hand out drinks at racing events can somehow kill or incapacitate six obviously professional killers when she had on nothing more than a pair of stockings."

Ria shook her head. "I know it is hard to believe for you, but I had nothing to do with Luis' murder. I grew up in hard circumstances, in the streets of Oaxaca, and fell in with some bad crowds. I learned to take care of myself, which is where I learned to fight dirty and shot a gun. If I could have saved Luis, I would have. I promise you that."

Rodrigo looked at her. "What sort of crowd did you run with in Oaxaca," he asked. 

"I used to be a drug mule. They used kids, because we wouldn't get sent to jail if we got caught," Ria said.

"Do you know the name Aguila Roja?" he asked.

Ria nodded. "I heard the name when I was a boy. A bogey man meant to scare the children to keep them in line."

Rodrigo leaned close to Ria. "What if I told you Aguila Roja was real, and Aguila Roja is going to be very unhappy with what has happened. Those responsible will be punished. All of them. Aguila Roja knows all, and knows who to punish."

Ria looked at Rodrigo. "I don't know if Aguila Roja is real, and I don't know if the people responsible for this will be punished. But I know this. I didn't do anything, so if only those responsible are punished, then I know I am safe."

Rodrigo stood up and stared into Ria's eyes. Was he trying to determine if she was telling the truth, Ria wondered. After a moment he turned around to leave. He opened the door, and then looked back.

"When you were in Oaxaca, what was your name," he asked.

"Vincent Ortega," Ria said.

Rodrigo shut the door.

* * * 

Rodrigo rejoined Gaston.

"Who is responsible for this?" Asked Rodrigo.

"Most likely the Iquitos cartel," said Gaston.

"Those Peruvian fuckers? They have been trying to control the supply routes out of Bolivia for the past six months, and have been no end of problems for us. It is time to shut them down once and for all," Rodrigo said walking away.

"What about the shemale?" Gaston called out.

Rodrigo shook his head. "Let her be for now. I'll decide her fate later," he said.

* * 

As the truck bumped along the uneven rocky path, Inspector Calvo could see the smoke rising above the trees. He had received a call an hour ago telling him that someone had attacked the headquarters of the Iquitos Cartel. Named after the town in Peru where the cartel was first formed, they had gone on to control much of the drug movement across the borders between Peru and her neighbours of Brazil and Ecuador. Recently, there had been rumours they were trying to move into the south of the country, getting control of the supply lines from Bolivia.

Now, though, the headquarters was in ruins. Calvo was going to see it for himself. The compound was far out in the country, secluded and well protected. The one road into the compound was no more than a dirt track. Most of the traffic in and out of the compound came via plane.

The car suddenly dropped a foot before lurching forward and back up again. "What the hell was that," asked Calvo.

"I don't know, some sort of ditch," the driver said.

Calvo looked back and saw the ditch they had driven through. He thought that the sides of the ditch appeared red, but before he could get a good look the truck had turned a corner and the ditch was out of sight.

They arrived at the main house of the compound. It was nothing more than ashes now. A lieutenant ran up and gave him a quick tour of the scene. Detectives, investigators, agents and forensic investigators from the police, army and fire departments were all on hand, and all sifting through the ruins. 

"Goddamn mess," thought Calvo. With all these different agencies involved, he was sure it would end up being nothing more than a political battle about who was responsible for what.

The lieutenant was showing Calvo a processing barn where early indications were that over a thousand kilos of cocaine were burned, along with at least 12 bodies. With the 12 in the processing barn, another 15 bodies were found scattered around the site, most having suffered bullet wounds before being burned. 

"27 bodies! Christ, who did this?" Calvo asked.

Just then one of Calvo's men from the Iquitos detective squad walked up. "Sir, I think you should see this."

Calvo followed the detective out past the burned ruins through a clearing towards a forested hill. About halfway between the main house and the forest there was a ditch, one foot deep and about 2 feet wide. It was lined with some sort of red muck, making the walls and bottom of the ditch appear bright red. 

Calvo looked off in one direction and the other. The ditch extended, with twists and turns, off as far as Calvo could see.

"What the hell is this?" Calvo asked.

"Follow me," the detective said. The detective walked into the woods and started to climb the hill. Calvo followed.

After about 10 minutes, the men emerged into a clearing atop the hill. Calvo turned around and saw that he had an excellent view of the cartel's compound, still smouldering in some places.

"What?" Calvo said to the detective.

"Don't look at the ruins, look AROUND the site," the detective said.

It was then that Calvo saw it. The red ditch did extend all the way around the compound. It encircled the compound in a bright red picture. It was a giant bird of prey, winds outstretched, talons open and sharp, ready to grab.

"Dear god," said Calvo. "It's a red eagle! It is Aguila Roja!"



Code Name Tequila Ch. 05



CIA agents Chambers, Cho and Juarez were sitting in the meeting room waiting for Black Oak to join them. All of them had received pages early in the morning telling them to immediately come to CIA headquarters.

Chambers looked across at Cho and Juarez. As they had for the past week and half, they were dressed as women. Living as women, really, as Black Oak had them holed up in an apartment living full-time as women. At first it had seemed strange, that these two agents who used to be macho male CIA agents suddenly became women, but now everyone around the office was addressing them as women. Chambers bet like himself, others in the office were even thinking of them as women. For Cho and Juarez, they had become very comfortable living as women, and had started to think of themselves in the feminine, very comfortable with being called "her" or "she."

Black Oak, the senior CIA officer in charge of the investigation into the mysterious drug lord known as Aguila Roja, entered the room. Behind him was Jarvis Cleethorpe, the prime analyst on the Aguila Roja investigation. He collected all the intelligence he could find, analysed it and made suggestions on how the investigation should fold.

Black Oak and Cleethorpe took their seats. Both Black Oak and Cleethorpe were pretty sombre men, but Chambers, Cho and Juarez couldn't help but notice that both looked grimmer than usual. Black Oak folded his hands in front of him, and then nodded at Cleethorpe. The analyst cleared his throat, and then opened a folder.

"We received a confirmation today that sometime yesterday evening, Luis Tabernas was gunned down at his Ranch in Argentina. The details of the assassination are sketchy at this point, but it appears that the compound was attacked, and everyone killed. His brother Rodrigo was not at the compound during the attack, and we've confirmed he is still alive."

Cleethorpe took out three sets of photos and passed them to each of the agents. They looked at the photos and saw a smouldering compound in the jungle, surrounded by a giant red outline of an eagle. "Our guess is that the assassination was most likely carried out by the Iquitos cartel. Late last night, someone hit their main compound, killing everyone and burning it to the ground. They also left this giant calling card. A red eagle dug in a giant ditch surrounding the compound. Revenge for the killing of Luis Tabernas, we are sure."

"What about Tequila?" asked Chambers, his voice cracking with more emotion than he would have liked. Ria Ortega, aka Tequila, was a mole that the CIA placed within the Tabernas organization. Her goal was to get close to Luis Tabernas, a role she was especially suited for as she was a transsexual and Luis had a passion of transsexuals.

Cleethorpe didn't look up from the table, but said, "nothing confirmed at this point. We do know from a source in Cordoba that she was at the compound during the attack."

Black Oak nodded grimly. "We have to assume she has been killed, if not during the initial attack, then by Rodrigo afterwards. He is unlikely to trust any survivors of the attack."

Chambers blanched. He was surprised that he was experiencing such strong emotion on hearing the news. He had only really known Ria for six weeks, but during that time they spent every day together as he trained her, and he now realized he had developed strong feelings for her. Now she was gone, and Chambers couldn't help but feel he was responsible for her death. After all, he was the one who suggested her for the role.

Juarez, however, was thinking more practically. She knew that getting Cho and herself to live as women was a back up plan in case Ria failed. With her out of the equation, did that mean there was a place in the field for Juarez or Cho? "Does this mean that Cho or I is going out down to Argentina to take up the investigation?" May Juarez asked, trying to hide any eagerness in her voice.

Cleethorpe shook his head. "There is no point in that. Having a transsexual mole was of use to get close to Luis Tabernas. With him dead, there is no reason to send a ladyboy to infiltrate the Tabernas organisation."

Now it was the turn of Juarez and Cho to blanch. "What the hell, does that mean we dressed up... fuck, lived as women... for nothing?" Juarez said.

Juarez was angry. Angry that she wasn't going to get her chance to get out in the field. More than that, though, she also realized that she was angry that she was going to have to give up her life as a girl. At first Juarez had not been a fan of having to live as a woman, but over the past few weeks she had grown to quite like the feeling of wearing women's clothing, the soft touch of silk against her skin, the glow of her radiant face in makeup, even the occasional glances from men. She felt her stomach drop. Yes, she surprised herself with the realization, but she would miss those leering glances from men.

Agent Cho wasn't angry. She was depressed. She had taken to the feminization much quicker than Juarez, and Cho felt more comfortable living as a woman than she did as a man. Cho knew she would continue to live as a woman in her off hours, in the safety of her house. She was depressed that her work sanctioned life as a woman was about to end.

Black Oak shook his head. "Not for nothing, ladies. Both of you performed your tasks outstandingly. That will be noted in both your records. And, if you are willing, there is another way you can serve the mission."

Cleethorpe reached into his bag and pulled out another file. He laid out a picture of a tall, thin white man with grey hair. He was pictured in a black suit getting out of a limousine. Cleethorpe pointed at the man, "this is Dr. Hugh Patterson, CEO and chairman of PatGen, a biogenetics and pharmaceutical company based in Jersey City, New Jersey. Patterson is a very talented geneticist, and in the past 12 years has amassed quite a fortune with a series of impressive discoveries. He has also, for the past 8 years, has been sponsoring a racing team in the Pan American Racing Series."

"As you know, Pan Am Racing is a front for large shipments of drugs and weapons by Aguila Roja. Patterson purchased a team just at the same time Aguila Roja took control of the racing league."

"Further to that, after completing a number of degrees at top schools around the USA and working for a while in various pharma companies, Patterson had a bit of a 'break down,' taking off about 15 years ago to Mexico. He returned to the USA a few years later to set up PatGen, but his time in Mexico coincides with two key events. First, when he was there, the strength of the cocaine and heroin we saw for sale quadrupled while the price was halved. Secondly, he arrived in Mexico three months before the first rumours of the 'Aguila Roja' surfaced."

Cleethorpe stopped and looked up. Chambers asked the obvious question, "do you think that Patterson could be Aguila Roja?"

Black Oak answered, "it is a possibility. If not, the timings are all to coincidental for Patterson to not have a role in the organisation. There is only one way to find out, and that is to get into his personal files. The problem is, he keeps them locked up tight in his office in New Jersey. The compound is guarded by heavy security, and we haven't been able to get in there."

Black Oak looked at Cho and Juarez. "Now ladies, this may be asking too much, so feel free to say no. I know I didn't give you much choice in the living as women, but what Cleethorpe is about to propose is beyond what anyone could order you to do."

Cleethorpe took out a pamphlet for something called "Femidol" and handed it to Juarez. She looked at it inquisitively, but a few words jumped out to her, "hormone" and "estrogen" key among them.

Cleethorpe looked at Juarez and Cho. "Tomorrow morning PatGen is starting one of their human trials on a new genetically targeted hormone replacement therapy. There a two trials going on. One is for women with hormone imbalances, either due to menopause or a medical condition. The second is for male-to-female transgendered individuals wishing to start on hormone treatment to become women."

"We have two spots secured in the trial. The trial would consist of 4 days on-site to monitor the first few days of treatment, and then a daily pill with bi-weekly checks with the PatGen doctors after that. The key to our plan is that you will be onsite at the PatGen campus for four days, during which time you can break into Patterson's office and get access to his files."

Juarez dropped the pamphlet in shock. Cho picked it up and read it. The room was silent for almost 2 minutes while the feminized agents consider the proposal. Would they be willing to go even further down the path of becoming women.

Juarez spoke up. "You really think this guy could be the Aguila Roja?"

Cleethorpe nodded. "If not Aguila Roja himself, then probably one of the top five men in the organisation."

"And by doing this hormone thing, we'll have a chance to catch him," Juarez asked.

Cleethorpe nodded.

Juarez smiled as she thought of the glory of being the one to take down the Aguila Roja, a pain in the side of the USA for the past 10 years at least. "I'll do it," she said.

Everyone turned to look at Cho. She just nodded. She wasn't thinking about taking down the Aguila Roja. She was looking at one line in the pamphlet. "Breast development." She smiled at the thought. "My very own, real breasts."

* * 

April Cho and May Juarez checked in at security desk at PatGen headquarters just outside Jersey City, New Jersey. The compound was massive, and protected by a huge metal fence. May looked up and down the perimeter. They were discrete, but she could see the guards posted at all the right places to have visible sight-lines. No wonder no one could from CIA could get in here. It was very well guarded.

Of course, Juarez and Cho knew what they were doing was highly illegal. The CIA had no authority to operate on U.S. soil, which meant they were alone. If things went wrong they would be "devowed," there very existence within the CIA erased before anyone could find out a thing about them. "If this goes wrong," May thought, "we'll have a long stretch in prison." Strangely, the thought didn't bother her so much when she thought of all the hungry cocks that she could feed with her ass and mouth.

April and May were shown to a small van. They got in and found themselves in a van with a number of male-to-female transgendered people. There was a lot of chatter in the van about what stage of therapy they were all that. Some of the women had been undergoing therapy for a long time, but were looking for something more effective. Others were just starting out on the path to womanhood. They were all bonded by one thought, that if the promises PatGen were making were true, womanhood was closer than it ever had been.

The van was driven to a building at the far side of the campus. The transwomen were all shown into a conference room, where they were greeted by a group of friendly people who served them coffee, tea and pastries. After another 15 minutes of chit-chat, the transwomen were seated, and two men came out. Cho and Juarez recognized one of the men as Dr. Hugh Patterson. Patterson stood up at the front of the room and started talking first.

"Hello everyone, my name is Dr. Hugh Patterson, and I am CEO and Chairman of the board of PatGen. Thank you all for volunteering for this study. We are testing a very new hormone therapy based on a genetically targeted drug, along with a number of complimentary therapies. We are very excited about the potential benefits of this therapeutic regime, as it offers more benefits, at a faster rate with many less contra-indications, or 'side-effects' than conventional therapies. You should find the benefits you would like, breast development, softening of the skin, redistribution of muscle and fat tissue to give a more feminine appearance. In addition, thanks to some recent advancements in gene therapy, we can also exclusively offer a very significant reductions in facial hair growth."

Someone from the back of the room shouted out, "what about sex drive?" There was nervous laughter from throughout the room.

Dr. Patterson smiled. "Yes, decreased libido has been an issue with previous HRTs. As our therapy is much more targeted genetically, we are projecting only a slight decrease in libido, if at all. Of course, we'll count on all of you to let us know the impacts throughout the trial."

"As you know, for the first four days of the trial, you will be confined to the PatGen campus here in Jersey City. This is nothing to be concerned about, we believe the therapy to be very safe. However, as we are still in early stages of human trials for the therapy, we want to be extra safe. After four days when we have seen no adverse reactions to the drug, you'll be free to leave the campus and continue the trial within the comfort of your daily lives."

"During the four days here, however, I am afraid you will be restricted to this building. I hope it is to your liking. Everyone has a private room with TV, stereo and a good selection of books. There are common areas if you wish to gather, a fully stocked kitchen for you to use, though we will also be providing prepared, catered meals as well."

Patterson then pointed at the other man, a smallish, wiry man in a lab coat and thick glasses. "Now I will hand you over to Dr. Gustav Gustafson to go through the details of the trial and get you set up in your temporary homes for the next few days. Thank you again for your participation in the study, and I look forward to hearing the results."

* * 

All the girls were shown to their rooms on the fourth floor of the building. They were quite comfortable, with private bathrooms for each woman, and a very comfortable bed. Next the girls were all given full physicals and a complete medical history was taken. Finally, the initial drugs were administered, a set of six small pills taken orally. The girls were then monitored for an hour before being dismissed to their rooms.

When they returned, one of the other transwomen was complaining about something missing from her luggage. "I had a phone in my luggage, and now it is missing!" she said.

One of the nurses nodded. "As you were aware when you signed the forms for this study, any recording devices, including cameras, are forbidden on the premises. The phone you speak of had a camera, and so it has been confiscated. It will be returned when you leave."

Half-an-hour later, May heard a knock on his door. She opened it, and saw April. "Someone has been through my luggage," April said, entering the room and closing the door.

"Mine too," said May.

April looked around suspiciously. "Did they take anything?"

May shook her head. "No, nothing of interest. And yours?"

April laughed. "Nothing there worth taking. How are you feeling after the first dose of the therapy?"

May ran her hands down her body. "I don't know. Strange. I feel a little tender. And you?"

April tilted her head to the side. "Bloated. Can I use your bathroom?"

April went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look any different, she thought, but she couldn't help but feeling fat. "God, what a pig I am. I'll have to start eating better," she thought. She looked at her watch, pondering on the fact that it felt tighter than usual. She bent down over the toilet, and put a finger into her mouth, "God, I hope this treatment doesn't make me an anorexic."

April retched, and the retched again. Another push of her finger, and the contents of her stomach came flowing out. She examined them in the toilet. Having eaten very little, it was mostly liquid and bile. She didn't see any of the hormone pills, which was good. They should have dissolved into her blood stream by now. She didn't want to mess up her treatment, but she did need to think firstly about her mission. She reached into the toilet and fished out the plastic bag floating on the surface. She looked again at her watch. "14 hours since I swallowed it, it should still be working."

April walked out of the bathroom unwrapping the plastic bag. She removed the small camera from the bag and handed the camera to May, who was standing on her bed having removed the air vent above her bed.

May stashed the camera in the vent and looked down at April. "Good thing they didn't recognize that these items had been modified," she said, holding up a nail file and pair of tweezers.

April nodded. "Yes, and good thing we didn't choose to hide the camera in our rectums. I have to say, that prostrate exam today was more thorough than it needed to be," April said, rubbing her bottom.

May shrugged. She had kind of liked the anal probing.

* * 

The next three days passed slowly. April and May surveyed the coming and goings of the nurses and security guards, trying to plan the best time to make a move for Patterson's office. They were also waiting for the only outside assistance they would have, a security camera bypass to be set up so they could pass through by any security cameras undetected.

Meanwhile, April and May continued to receive their daily doses of hormones. For April, the first few days she felt awful. She felt fat, and found herself very emotional about the whole thing, often breaking down in tears. On the third day, though, she turned a corner in her therapy, and suddenly she felt very womanly. Especially her nipples, which suddenly were super sensitive. She found herself at one moment spending 15 minutes standing under an air conditioning vent, feeling the cold air running down onto her body and causing her nipples to stand erect at attention. She only broke away from the air vent when her moaning caused one of the nurses to come to see what was happening, and April fled in embarrassment.

May, no the other hand, noticed changes all over her body, or rather noticed a change in the sensitivity of her skin, which happened to be all over her body. Her skin suddenly felt so soft, and she found herself enjoying the feeling of her hands caressing her skin. She spent hours lying naked on her bed just running her hands across her body, until she could take it no longer and stroked herself off until she came. Exhausted, she would lie still for a few moments, until she almost subconsciously found herself stroking her soft skin again.

On the third night, the transwomen's last night in the PatGen compound, they made their move. They waited until darkness had fallen, and at just after nine in the evening April and May gathered in May's room. Both girls wore black turtle necks with black yoga pants. Both girls were wearing their wigs, but neither of them had their breast forms in. They had figured it would be a little hard to operate with the rubbery mounds in their chests.

May removed the air vent again, and the two agents climbed into the vent. May had a makeup kit with her, into which she put the camera that April had smuggled in days earlier.

The girls crawled through the venting until they came out in a stairwell on the fourth floor. May looked up and saw that the security camera's red light was off. A good sign for them. Outside, sitting in a van three blocks away, Agent Robert Chambers was controlling the cameras for the entire complex, flicking the images over to recorded images whenever the girls were in the area. He was able to know where they were thanks to a small GPS transmitter embedded in the camera May was carrying.

The girls descended to the ground floor, where May, using the nail file, cuticle scissors and tweezers from her make up kit disabled the exit doors alarm. The girls exited the building, April putting a piece of tape over the door's latch, which should hopefully allow them to get into the building again.

The girls made their way across the compound, keeping in the shadows and close to the fences. Fifteen minutes later, they were standing in the shadows looking at the main building. It was across a large open field, in the line of vision of at three guards along the perimeter fencing. The girls waited for five minutes, when at the exact appointed time, two cars collided on the street outside the main gate. The sounds of the impact and ensuing pillar of smoke pouring from one of the cars was enough to distract the guards attention for 30 seconds, allowing the girls to sprint across the open field and make it into the loading dock of the main building.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 05



May disabled the security system on the loading dock door, and she and April entered the main building. They took the nearest fire stairs up to the eighth floor, where Patterson had his office. They crept into the hallway, and started to walk down it. Suddenly, they heard a voice.

"So Smitty, is this what you figured you'd be doing on your birthday, patrolling the fuckin' halls of this goddamn office building," a voice from down the hall said, coming from around a corner.

April and May turned. May dived into the bathroom, and April was about to follow her when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hey, stop there. What are you doing here?" the voice asked.

April turned around and saw two guards looking at her. They were both young, probably early 20s. One had blond, shaggy hair, the other had a shaved crop of dark hair. Both were very physically fit. 

She was caught out now, if she wanted to get out of this, she'd have to think on her feet.

"Are one of you guys the birthday boy?" April asked seductively.

The blond boy with the shaggy hair stepped forward, "yeah, that's me."

"Well, Smitty. The boys down at the club wanted me to give you a very special birthday message," April said, walking forward swinging her hips.

Smitty smiled and looked back nervously at his fellow guard, who just shrugged his shoulders. Smitty turned back to April, still approaching him. "They guys from the flying club sent you?" he asked.

April nodded. "Uh-huh. And they wanted me to say this to you." By this time she had reached Smitty. She put her hands on his shoulder, and started to sway her hips back and forth. She started to sing. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Smitty. Happy birthday... to... you."

As she finished her song, she punctuated it by tapping her finger against Smitty's lips. He kissed it quickly before she pulled it away.

April glanced over at the other guard. He was keeping his eyes firmly on April, as was Smitty. Which was good, because neither man saw May sneak across the hall and into Hugh Patterson's office.

May entered the office and quickly started scanning the floor. Finally she found what she was looking for, and floor panel that lifted up. She lifted the floor panel and saw what she was expecting, a Foxton A780 floor safe. "Just like the credit card company said you bought, Dr. Patterson," May said to herself. She took out a small compact and placed it on the safe. It snapped against it, magnetically sealed to the door. May opened the compact, pressed a button, and a series of numbers appeared on the mirror. They flashed quickly, occasionally one of the numbers would lock in place. May sat back, letting the electronic safe cracker do its work. She just hoped that April could keep those guards busy.

In the van a few blocks away, Robert Chambers looked at the GPS tracker. The girls were now in Patterson's office. It was safe to switch back on the hallway cameras. He did and looked at the image. There in the hallway was April Cho with two guards. April had her arms on the shoulder of one of the guards. "Oh fuck," cursed Chambers, before switching the camera back to the recorded image.

In the main security office, Ronnie Oliverston loked at hte bank of security monitors. He noticed a quick flash of an image on the eighth floor main building camera. It looked like two guards and a woman. He looked again and the image was gone. Ronnie picked up a radio. "Barclow, go and check out the eighth floor. I thought I saw something on the cameras."

In the hallway, Smitty reached out and put his hand on the small of April's back. "So, did my buddies at the flying club just send you to sing, or did they send you to do anything else?"

April knew that May needed at least 10 minutes to get into the safe and start copying the files. She would have to keep both guards occupied for at least that time. "They didn't pay for me to do anything more, but seeing as it is your birthday, I am sure I could do a little more. But only if your buddy promises to watch," April said.

Smitty looked over at the other guard. "Well Piglet, you wanna watch?"

April couldn't help herself, and said, "Piglet?"

Piglet shrugged. "It's a nickname."

April smiled. "So Piglet, want to watch me and Smitty the Tigger have a good time, or are you going to be an Eeyore and bring us all down?"

Piglet laughed. "Nah, fuck, I'll watch. Go to it, birthday boy."

April fell to her knees and quickly unzipped Smitty's pants. She yanked them down until they were around his ankles. April grabbed Smitty's hips and twisted him a quarter of a turn around. She looked up at Piglet, "come and stand over here so you can get a good view of me sucking off your friend," she said. Piglet did as he was told. Now the boys and April were positioned perfectly, both of the guards with their backs to Patterson's office, and April with a view of the doors.

April started to go to work distracting the guards from their duties. She started to licking Smitty's uncut dick. April herself was circumsized, as was The Seducer, so this was her first chance to suck an uncut cock. She started by sucking on the loose skin that has hanging off the tip of the cock, letting it just touch her lips. She darted her tongue out and into the opening of the skin. Her tongue came up against the tip of Smitty's dick. She continued to suck on the loose skin at the end of his uncut member while her tongue played with the very bulbous end of his head.

Smitty started to grow, and soon the loose skin started to disappear as it was pulled back by his growing cock. As his cock grew, April started to take more of it into her mouth. She dove her tongue under the skin and started doing circles of his head. Smitty quivered and groaned, grabbing April's head. "Oh fuck, this bitch is a good cock sucker," he said.

Smitty's cock rose to its full length. It wasn't especially long, but was thick with large veins running along its length. April had never realized that cocks could look so different, but now she was appreciating that fact. In fact, she wanted to see more cocks. The thought made her very horny. She pushed her hands up her shirt and started to massage her nipples, which grew long and hard. Her nipples were so sensitive, she soon found herself growing a large hard-on in her pants.

While April played with her tits, she continued to bob up and down on Smitty's cock. He was loving it, calling out, "oh fuck, yes. You are a good little cocksucker. Yeah, suck that cock, baby. Oh fuck, Piglet, you gotta try some of this."

April heard Piglet call out, "whadya say, slut? You willing to give me a little treat even though it isn't my birthday." April looked over at Piglet out of the corner of her eye, and saw that his pants were undone and he had his dick in his hand.

The compact beeped, all the numbers had been confirmed. May punched in the digits, and the lock of the safe slide open. May opened the safe and groaned. There were thousands of pages in the safe. It could take hours to try and photograph them all. She could steal them, but then Patterson would know something had happened. May looked around the room. There was a high speed scanner attached to a computer on a desk in the corner. May walked over and booted up the computer.

Second in command of security Barclow jabbed his badge against the reader for the main building. The badge reader made a honking noise and a red light appeared. "Fuckin' stupid badges," Barclow said, and then tried it again. This time the badge reader binged, a green light appeared and Barclow heard a clicking noise. The main door unlocking. Barclow opened the door and entered the building. He put his hand on his holster to just make sure his gun was there.

April reached out her left hand and grabbed Piglet's balls. She yanked on them. He yelped, but moved closer. Soon the two men were standing side by side. April took her mouth off Smitty and moved it over to Piglet. Piglet's dick was smaller and thinner than Smittys, and was a bright pink colour. She put her mouth on it and immediately tasted his pre-cum. He may have a small dick, but he sure produces a lot of liquid out of it, thought April as she sucked the pre-cum off the head of Piglet's cock. With her right hand, she stroked Smitty's cock, and used her left hand to massage her sensitive breasts.

"Password?" the computer asked. Juarez cursed, but then looked around. There on a post-it note was a potential answer. May entered the letters "TgiUff4w4" into the computer and pressed enter. The computer continued to boot up. May turned back to the mass of files, and started removing them from the folders, getting them ready to scan.

Barclow pressed the button to call the elevator. He looked up at the digital display above the elevator doors. "5... 4... 3... 2..." 

April was sucking on Smitty's cock, Smitty was really fucking her face. He pushed himself in and out of her face like he was pumping a hot piece of pussy. April was so turned on, her nipples were practically cutting through the fabric of her shirt.

Piglet broke away from April's grasp. "Fuck, I want something more than just a hand job. Let's get that pussy working," he said, kneeling down behind April. Before April had time to react, she felt Piglet's hands on the waistband of her yoga pants. He yanked them down and revealed her bare ass, her little girly cock standing hard between her legs.

"Holy shit," Piglet said. "This chick has a cock. She is a little fucking Asian tranny! Smitty, man, you have your cock in some tranny whore's mouth!"

April took her mouth off Smitty's dick. "So what," April said, "you have your tongue buried in the ass of an Asian tranny whore."

Piglet looked confused. "No I don't," he said. Then April grabbed his head and pressed it tight against her ass, pushing Piglet's nose and mouth into the crevice of her ass. April put her mouth back on Smitty's cock while Piglet struggled to get free. Unfortunately for Piglet, CIA trained operatives know how to use their strength to maximum abilities. Piglet strained helpless against April's strong grip. Smitty continued to moan. He made no indication that he had heard Piglet, or if he had heard him that he cared. He just wanted to have his dick sucked.

Piglet stopped struggling, and April felt his tongue start to explore her pink rose. Piglet had been shocked at first, but soon found the smell of April's ass intoxicating, a musty, dank smell that was still somehow very inviting. He found himself longing to taste it. He probed April's asshole with his tongue. Her butthole opened for him, and his tongue dived deep inside her. April moaned with pleasure at the feeling of his tongue in her ass. She wiggled her butt, causing Piglet's tongue to bounce against the sides of her butthole.

The scanner was of the highest quality, scanning over 100 pages per minute. Even at this speed, it would still take a good 15 minutes to scan all the pages. May checked the door, still no sign of guards, which was good. April must be holding her own.

Barclow hit the button for 8. The elevator lurched to life, climbing up 2 floors before stopping. The doors opened and three people in white lab coats got on. Barclow scanned their jackets, all of them had the appropriate security cards on their jackets. The white lab coats all reached out and hit buttons for different floors. Barclow sighed.

Smitty led out a low grunt. "Oh fuck, I'm close," he said. April had released Piglet's head, who was now happily lapping at her ass without any encouragement. April used her free hands to play with her sensitive nipples. Her cock jerked up against her stomach, driven by the pleasure coming from the tongue in her ass, the cock in her mouth and her hands on her tits.

Smitty grunted and pushed himself deep into April's mouth. April nearly gagged on having the thick cock all the way into her mouth, but managed to stifle the reflex. Then she almost gagged again as the first wave of cum shot out of Smitty's cock. Smitty didn't come much, just three pulses of cum, but the juice was shot from his dick with such force that it bounced off the back of April's throat with a smack.

Smitty staggered backwards until he reached the wall, and then slid down it until he was sitting on the floor. April looked back at Piglet. "Enough eating my pussy," April said. "Now fuck it."

Piglet stood up and kicked off his pants. April pushed her ass up in the air. Piglet looked down at her bright pink star, gaping open and glistening with his spit. Piglet grabbed his dick and guided it into the open hole. He pushed it in slightly, just to the end of the head. April moaned, shutting her eyes and putting her head down on the cool tile floor. She knew that there would be a few moments of pain, but the pleasure that was awaiting her was worth it.

Piglet pushed himself a little deeper, and the mushroom cap of his cock pushed past her opening and he felt April's muscles tighten up onto his shaft with a pop. He held himself there for a moment, and then pressed in a little deeper. Slowly he worked deeper and deeper into April's ass until he was able to get his full length inside her.

Piglet started pumping slowly in and out of April, gradually picking up speed and increasing the depth of the motion with each new thrust. April started to moan in unison with each inward thrust. Piglet looked over at Smitty, and saw his friend leaning against the wall, stroking his cock, which was already getting hard again. Piglet increased his pace, and soon was thrusting maniacally into April, the sound of his balls slapping against her fleshy buttcheeks echoing down the hallway.

May looked at the stack of files left to scan. Probably about half way through, she thought. She carefully made sure to keep the files in order and put back into the safe in the order they were before. This was much longer than April and her had planned to be in the building. She hoped that April was alright out in the hall with the two guards.

The elevator doors opened on the eighth floor and Barclow stepped out. He listened and could hear the sound of moaning and what sounded like someone repeated slapping someone. He took out his pistol and carefully rounded the corner.

"What the fuck?" Barclow called out.

Piglet froze, his cock buried in April's ass, and looked towards Barclow. April picked her head up off the tiled floor and looked down at the guard. Smitty tried to pull up his pants, but ended up tripping over them and falling flat on his face.

Barclow looked at the guard that was fucking the Asian from behind. He looked at the girl, wearing a turtle neck but naked from the waist down. He stopped, and looked again between her legs. There was a cock. A hard cock.

Barclow lowed his gun. "Oh my," he said, as he walked towards the pair. He dropped down onto the floor on his back and shimmied underneath April. "You fuck her ass while I suck her beautiful cock," he said, and then took April's hard dick in his mouth. April looked back at Piglet, who just shrugged, and started thrusting in and out of April's ass again.

In the van, Chambers mouth dropped open. While he had bypassed the camera to the main security panel, he could watch what was happening. He had watched with growing horror as Barclow had approached the threesome, unable to warn agent Cho that danger was approaching, only to be shocked to see the third guard joining gladly dropping down on the ground and taking the Agent's cock in his mouth. "Is this seriously happening," he asked. Either way, at least it was buying May more time.

Smitty had picked himself up off the floor, and approached the threesome. "Piglet, you've gotten to fuck that ass enough. It's my turn for a go," he said. Piglet obliged, after all it was Smitty's birthday. Piglet moved around and put his dick in front of April's face. She happily took it in her mouth, tasting her ass on his dick. Smitty moved in behind her, and pushed himself in. He slid easily into her hole, which was gaping open thanks to the fine work of Piglet's tongue and dick.

Barclow's hands slid up inside April's shirt, and started playing with her nipples. April shivered with the pleasure. "Three men, each working a different part of my sexy body," she thought. "It is such a turn on."

Barclow was a good cock sucker, but his hands were magically on her tits. April started to jerk and spasm. She grabbed her chest, pressing Barclow's hands hard against her nipples. Barclow pinched at at them, twisting them slightly. April drove her hips down against Barclow's face, pushing herself deep into his mouth, and shot a load of her cum into his mouth. Barclow happily sucked down her milky-white semen, savouring the taste of the pretty Asian shemale's offering.

The orgasm made April's ass start to spasm, gripping and tugging on Smitty's hard dick. Despite already shooting a load into her mouth, Smitty was quick to recover, and the ass-muscle massage his dick was getting was enough to make him shot a second load into April's ass. This time his load didn't shot with as much force, so as Smitty pulled out, a trail of white, watery cum followed, running down April's ass crack, over her ball sack and onto Barclow's forehead.

April redoubled her efforts on Piglet's dick, and he was soon to follow April and Smitty's lead to orgasm. Despite having a smaller, thinner dick than his friend Smitty, Piglet generated copious amounts of cum. April took some of it in her mouth, but he just kept coming and April couldn't take any more. She pulled off Piglet's dick. Piglet grabbed his cock and started stroking it, as spurt after spurt of white cum shot out and hit April's face. Soon her entire face was covered with Piglet's white cum. April licked her lips, swallowing down some more of Piglet's man juice. Cum ran down her face, dropping off her nose and her chin onto the uniformed chest of Barclow, who was still lying on the floor with April's shrinking dick in his mouth.

April heard a noise behind her, and looked over her shoulder. She saw May creeping out of Patterson's office. May gave her an okay sign, and then pointed at April. She mouthed the words, "you OK?" April smiled and nodded. May nodded and crept away.

The three guards hadn't noticed the interchange between April and May. April looked down at the pistol in the holster of Barclow, who was lying underneath her. She leaned forward and grabbed the gun.

In simultaneous motions, she squeezed her knees and twisted, wrenching Barclow's neck. It wasn't going to kill him, but the pressure on his suprascapular nerve to knock him out. At the same time, she raised her hand and struck Piglet between his legs. Piglet fell to the ground howling in pain.

Smitty tried to reach down and grab his pistol, but April quickly laid him out with a kick to his mid-section. Smitty crumpled on the ground, and April pounced on him and knocked him out with a quick bash on the side of his. April quickly reeled around and pointed the gun at Piglet. He had just recovered enough to be reaching for his weapon.

"Don't make me kill you, Piglet," April said.

Piglet sheepishly put up his hands. April walked over to him and knocked him unconscious with the butt of the pistol.

* * 

April Cho and May Juarez were sitting at the bar of speak-easy gambling hall somewhere in the east end of Jersey City. The instructions they were given before going into the PatGen compound was to meet their contact at the Lion's Den at 10 PM on the day they were released, gaining access to the illegal club using the pass code "Thunder Road."

April Cho looked up above the bar. There was a bracket above the bar for a TV set, but there was no TV. She called out to the bartender. "Hey, isn't there a TV here?"

Bartender shook his head. "Nah, the TV set been blown up, every bit of it is gone."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 05



April looked over at May and raised an eyebrow. Just then Robert Chambers walked up to the bar. "So, did you get everything?"

May nodded. "Yes, I couldn't use the camera, there was too much stuff. So I scanned it and put it on this thumb drive." She handed Chambers a zip drive.

"How did you get this out?" he asked.

May took a sip of her cosmo. "You probably don't want to know."

Robert gingerly put the zip drive in his pocket. "Okay then."

April looked at Robert. "So, did you hear anything about the guards?"

Robert laughed. "They must of been embarrassed by what happened, because they didn't report anything to the security office. It doesn't mean we are in the clear yet, but at least it gives us some time."

April and May nodded, and both took sips of their cosmos. Robert shrugged and walked away. "She you ladies back in the real world," he said.

April looked at May. "So, what now?"

May shrugged. "I don't know, wait for orders, I guess."

"That's not what I was talking about. What now with the hormone therapy. Are you going to stop or continue it?"

May laughed. "Come on, your joking, right?" Then he turned serious and whispered. "What are you going to do?"

April looked at May, not sure what to say. She decided to bite the bullet and admit it. "I want to continue it. I want to be a woman."

May reached over and hugged her. "Oh, April, so do I. I never thought it would be true, but it is. I love being a woman."

April smiled. "Oh, this is fantastic. We can take this journey together, and be the best girlfriends ever! I feel like celebrating. Bartender, another round of cosmos."

April and May heard a voice behind her. "Put that on my tab," it said. April and May turned around to see two men, large, burly types, the kind that probably worked breaking legs for one of the "legitimate businessmen" the operated in New Jersey.

"What are you girls celebrating?" one of them asked.

May smiled at him, "new lives."

The man nodded. "Always good to start over. I'm Joey, and this is Tony. Mind if we sit down?"

April and May both nodded. "Not at all, please do."

April started talking to Tony, while May lavished her attention on Joey. The group shared a round of drinks, and then another, and then a third. Joey mentioned that his place wasn't too far away, and if the girls were up for it, maybe they'd like to come back to his place. "It's a nice little penthouse near the river. Got great views of Manhattan. Plus I got a nice hottub out on the terrace."

"But we don't have swimsuits," April said.

"We could always go naked," Tony suggested.

May leaned forward. "Listen, guys, maybe we let this go on too far. April and I aren't exactly what you might be expecting. See, she and I are both transitioning. We were born men, but are becoming women. But we are in the process, so we still have a number of male parts." It was a bit of a convoluted explanation, but May thought it conveyed the message, and figured it was pretty good for her first time explaining the situation.

Tony and Joey looked at each other, and then laughed. "Well, shit. What do you know," Tony said. "You sure look like women."

Joey nodded. "Yeah, fuck. I never would have guessed."

Tony tilted his head, "so, you are going to be women?"

April said, "actually, we already are women, at least emotionally. We just don't have all the proper parts yet."

Tony looked at Joey. "Joey, man, if they think they are chicks, then it's not gay, right?"

Joey laughed. "Are you serious man?"

Tony nodded. "Serious, sure, are maybe just horny, but I want to get my rocks off and thinking about this sweet Korean ass is getting me hot and bothered."

Joey shrugged. "Fuck, alright. You girls still up for some fun?"

* * 

Joey was sitting naked in the hottub, May sitting on his lap. May was rubbing his hard cock. Joey's hands were playing with her flat chest, rubbing and playing with her nipples. Their tongues were jostled each other as they kissed.

Across from them, Tony's back was pressed against the hottub wall, his legs spread wide open. April sat between them, rubbing her naked ass against Tony's hard cock. Tony's hands were playing with April's tiny, flat chest, which had a set of thick, red nipples sticking out of it. April turned her head and kissed Tony on the lips. 

Both girls were completely naked, including having removed their wigs. The boys didn't seem to mind at all, though. Despite their boyish figures, shorter hair and cocks, there was something very feminine about April and May. For Tony and Joey, even though they logically knew they were really fucking a couple of guys, it didn't emotionally feel like. For some reason, it really felt like being with a couple of hot girls.

April stood up and turned around, pressing her chest against Tony's mouth. He took the nipple presented to him in his mouth, and started to suck on it. April started to rub her knee up and down against Tony's hard dick. Tony switched over to the other nipple, licking and sucking it with gusto. April moaned, her hard Korean cock already twitching with the pleasure of Tony's mouth on her nips.

Joey pulled himself out of the water and up onto the side of the hottub. May got down between his knees and took him in her mouth. At first all she could taste was the chlorine from the hottub, but as she sucked him and his cock started to generate pre-cum, she got the sweet taste of his juice in her mouth. He tasted sweet, like thick syrup. May stroked her cock under the bubbling water of the hottub.

Tony took his mouth off April's nipple and looked up at her. "God, your tits are so sexy," he said.

April frowned. "There's nothing there, just my spiky red nipples," she said.

Tony licked her nipple. "Mmm, no, I think their lovely. More than a mouthful is wasteful, right? And besides, these are going to grow, right? You're April. That's early spring. These are the first buds of Spring. Wait until summer, then you'll have a full crop of glorious tit," he said.

April laughed and pushed Tony's face back onto her nipple. "Fuck, you are poet when it comes to tits, but your words are no where as fucking incredible as your tongue, so keep on licking on them boy," she said.

May climbed out of the hottub and wriggled her ass. "I've been a bad girl, not telling you about our secret until after you'd bought us three drinks, don't you think?" she asked.

Joey shook his head. "Nah, it's cool."

May stuck out her ass. "Are you sure I don't need to be punished? Are you sure I don't deserve a hard spanking?"

Joey looked shocked for a moment, but then caught on. "Ah, right, a spanking. Yeah, you do deserve a spanking. Not only that, but I think you should keep sucking on my cock while I spank you."

May got down on all fours and glommed her mouth on Joey's dick. Joey slapped her ass, tentatively at first, but May coaxed him on with cries of "harder." Soon Joey was really wailing on her fleshy buttock, leaving them bright red. May jolted with every smack, but the pain was so quickly replaced by the warm glow of pleasure. She found her cock growing with each slap of Joey's hand on her haunches.

April grabbed Tony's head, and started smearing it against her chest. Tony's open mouth and tongue were soon roving uncontrollably across her tits. April felt pleasure radiate out from her chest as each square inch of skin alternated between the warmth of Tony's mouth and the cool night air. Like bolts of lightning, waves of muscles spasms started moving down from April's breasts towards her groin. Her cock started convulsing.

May urged Joey to slap her ass harder and faster. Joey started using two hands, alternating on each buttock like an African drummer beating out a tune across the Serengeti. May cried out. "Yes, yes. Beat my ass with one hand, and fuck it with the other." Joey pressed a finger into her butthole. May cried out, but asked for more. Joey put a second finger in, and started thrusting in and out of her ass. With his other hand, he continued to slap her fleshing bottom.

Both girls were experiencing waves of pleasure gripping their bodies, April from the feeling on Tony's tongue on her nipples, and May from the ass punishment she was receiving. The waves all seemed to gravitate to the same place, the groin. Both girls cocks were rock hard, jerking and spasming on their own accord.

April was the first to shot, a load of sticky cum shooting out of her dick and spreading across Tony's naked, muscular torso and neck. 

May quickly followed suit, her cum shooting out, mostly landing on the wet pavement around the hottub, but a few drops landing on Joey's leg and under May's chin.

"Holy fuck," said Tony. "This chick just came from me doing nothing but sucking on her tits!"

Joey looked up. "That's nothing, this one came from me beating and finger fucking her asshole."

Tony shook his head. "God man, this is much better than spending hundreds on stuck up bitches and not even getting a decent hand job! I like these trannies. They have all the looks of a chick, but the fuck drive of a man!"

Joey nodded. "Speaking of fuck drives, I feel like driving my cock into the fuck hole of this little slut. What about you, Tony?"

"Hell yeah, if the chicks are going to cum, you know I got to come as well."

Tony picked up April, carried her across the hottub, and lay her on her back on the side of the hottub. Joey picked up May, and laid her right beside April on her back. The men then positioned themselves between the legs of the two beautiful trannies, and pushed themselves into their asses.

April looked over at May, who was looking at her. They smiled at each other, and grabbed each others hands. Best girlfriends.

The boys wasted no time in building up a quick rhythm, pushing in and out in unison, like soldiers on the march. They couldn't have been better timed if a drill sergeant was standing above them calling out "hup-1, hup-2."

May, having already had her ass worked on by Joey's hand, and being the sort that liked the quick fuck, was already enjoying the ass fucking. But April was tighter and didn't enjoy pain as much, so she was still adjusting. April closed her eyes, trying to relax and get to the place where the discomfort stopped and the pleasure came. She felt a hand massaging her nipple. "Yeah, that helps," she thought. She opened her eyes, and was surprised to see it was May's hand on her breast.

April smiled at May, and returned the favour, using her hand to massage May's small nipples while the boys fucked their asses. The combination of the ass fucking and the nipple made both girls horny again, and their spent cocks started to slowly rise. The girls unlocked their hands, and each reached down for the other girls dick. They started massaging the growing cocks of the other girl.

"Look at that, the girls are really getting into it," Joey said.

Tony just grunted, working himself in and out of April's tight hole.

They fucked in the cool night air of the penthouse apartment over looking the Hudson River and Manhattan under a clear sky. April and May lying beside each other, legs hoisted in the air, slung over the shoulder of two studs, cocks in their asses, the each girls hands playing with the other girl's dick and tits.

"Uuuurrrgh," called out Tony, who shot a load of cum deep into April's ass. April came second later thanks to May's hand, a sticky stream of come shooting out of her cock and onto her stomach.

April started stroking May's dick furiously. Joey grunted, "I know what gets her started," and slapped her ass three times, hard. It was enough, and May jerked her hips into the air and released herself, white come dribbling from the tip of her dick and covering April's hand.

Joey gave three more deep thrusts, and let our a roar. His entire body shook as his manhood pumped out cum like a firehose. Joey fell backwards, his cock popping out of May's ass, a few streams of cum still spraying up into the air. Joey landed in the hottub water with a splash, before pulling himself up and sitting on one of the seat. 

May dipped herself into the water and waded over to Joey, curling up against his hard chest. Tony took a seat, and winked at April. She entered the pool and sidled up beside him, kissing his neck.

The four lovers spent the next half hour watching the lights of Manhattan across the river, cuddling in the warm water of the hottub before retiring to the bedrooms for a long, restful night of sleep.

* * 

The next morning May stood in the kitchen of Joey's penthouse apartment looking at the view to Manhattan and waiting for the toaster to pop. She couldn't help but reflect on the strange ride that had happened to her over the past month, taking her from a macho CIA agent to a now, a masochistic, cum loving transsexual. It made her smile. And on top of it all, she had completed her first covert, undercover field operation, something that she might have had to wait years for before getting an opportunity as a man. Life was good being May Juarez.

The toaster popped. May started to move towards the toast, but then she heard a buzzing. She walked over to her purse, and pulled out her phone. She had received a text message. She opened it.

"From: Black Oak

To: April Cho, May Juarez

Pack your bikinis, girls. There is work for you in Brazil"

May smiled, and called out, "April!"

From the bedroom she heard April. "I know! Oh my God, Brazil! That's 100 times better than Jersey City!"



Code Name Tequila Ch. 06



"Code in."

"Tequila, three-eight-zero-five-seven."

"Hold please." 

There was a click on the line, and then silence. The amount of time it required for the line to be picked up was much longer than usual. Finally, another click and a voice came on the line.

"Tequila, this is Black Oak. Where are you?"

"An internet cafe in Cordoba, Argentina, about 3 blocks from the hotel. Luis Tabernas has been killed," Ria said into the phone.

"We know about Tabernas," Black Oak said. "Are you fine?"

"Yes, I'm okay. A little bumped and bruised, but I'll live." Gaston, Rodrigo Tabernas' henchman had tried to pry an admission out of Ria through physical force, but Ria had admitted nothing. She had nothing to admit, at least when it came to Luis Tabernas' murder. She knew nothing about it.

"When you hadn't reported in for the last two and a half days, we feared the worst. We were told by a source that you were most likely with Luis when he was killed."

"I was," said Ria.

"What?" Black Oak said, his voice rising. It was the first time that Ria had heard any hint of emotion in his voice. "I'll need a full written report when you get back to the hotel, but for now give me the gist."

"Six gunmen broke into the ranch, killed the security and household help, and then broke into the bedroom and shot Luis," Ria explained.

"And yet they left you alive," Black Oak asked, a tone of scepticism in his voice.

"They wanted to kill me, but I killed them first," Ria said.

"All six of them?"

"No, I killed 5 and left one alive, but I don't imagine that he is still alive. Rodrigo took both myself and the last living gunmen to be questioned. They let me go, but I doubt the gunman was so lucky."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but why would Rodrigo let you go? He is not known for being an especially forgiving man," Black Oak stated.

"I don't truly know," Ria admitted. It had been bugging her as well. She hadn't expected to live. She recapped the past 2 and a half days for Black Oak. "When his goon had no success in beating a confession out of me, Rodrigo came in and questioned me. He wanted to know why I was still alive. I said I grew up on the streets of Oaxaca and could handle myself. Then he asked me if I knew the name Aguila Roja. I said I did, that it was a scare tactic that the gangs had used to keep the kids in line. He then asked my name, or I should say what it had been as a boy in Oaxaca. I told him, and he left. Then I sat there for about 12 hours before Rodrigo's goon drove me back to the hotel and told me to get ready to go to Las Vegas."

Black Oak sputtered. "They are keeping you on the team? This is most unexpected, but very good news. Write me up a full report, and then continue with your work. Thank you, Tequila. Good day."

"Wait, Black Oak. Can I speak to Chambers?"

"No, he is on assignment in New Jersey," Black Oak said. Chambers, along with April and May had been sent to the PatGen campus in New Jersey, and were in the first day of the four day lock-down during which time they would steal Patterson's secret files. 

"Oh. Can you let him know I am fine," Ria said. Black Oak detected a note of disappointment in her voice.

"I will. Good luck, Tequila."

The line went dead.

* * 

Chambers was in a utility van outside the PatGen campus, posing as a telephone repair man. In reality he was in the process of setting up a complex electronic bypass system so he could control the cameras in the PatGen campus. In three nights times, April and May would sneak out and break into Dr. Hugh Patterson's office to copy his personal files, and Chambers needed to control the cameras to make sure they weren't seen.

His mobile phone rang. He picked it up, and heard Jarvis Cleethorpe, analyst with the CIA. "We just got a call from Ria. She is alive and still undercover. She is going to continue with her mission, and head to Las Vegas."

Chambers smiled. "That's great. Can I speak with her?" he asked.

"Chambers, she is undercover. That wouldn't be prudent," Jarvis said, and then hung up.

Chambers was disappointed that he couldn't speak to Ria, but happy she was alive. He continued working, and found himself whistling a happy tune.

* * 

Ria walked back to the hotel, thinking that she was in well over her head. While she knew that she could take some credit for thinking quickly, staying calm and looking out for herself over the past 2 days, her being alive was as much due to luck than anything else.  Luis Tabernas had been, in a lot of ways, an insurance policy for her. In the two weeks they had known each other, she had managed to get Luis wrapped around her finger. She knew she could use him as protection if things started to go south. Now, with Luis dead, she was truly on her own, and she knew Rodrigo would probably be keeping an eye on her.

As she walked through the hotel she saw Emma sitting out by the pool, sunbathing in a blue, string bikini, her golden hair shimmering in the sun. Ria walked over towards Emma. As soon as Emma saw Ria, she jumped up and hugged her.

"Oh my God, Ria! I heard that Luis had a heart attack. I know you two were very close. You must be so sad. Are you okay?" Emma asked. "Heart attack." Gaston had told her that was the "official story" that was being released, and that Ria shouldn't say anything otherwise.

Ria started to cry. She wasn't okay at all. She had been keeping a strong exterior, a posture one learns to quickly adopt on the streets, but she was actually lonely and scared, and just wanted to be safe.

Somehow, Emma's arms around her made her feel safe. Safe enough to let out her emotion, to let down her guard and just be the scared little girl she felt like.

Emma stroked Ria's hair. "It's going to be okay, Ria. What can I do for you? Ask me anything," Emma said softly in Ria's ear.

Ria buried her face in Emma's shoulder, saying softly, "I just want to be held. I want to feel close to someone."

With her arm around Ria and Ria's head leaning against her shoulder, Emma led Ria to the elevator, and they went upstairs to Emma's room. Emma closed the door, and turned to face Ria. Ria reached out and touched Emma's bare stomach, felt the warmth of her sun soaked body in her hands. Emma leaned closer. Ria could feel Emma's breath on her face. It felt like a warm, gentle breeze. Ria closed her eyes. Emma's lips touched hers, soft like silk.

Ria pulled Emma closer, wanting to feel her body against hers. Ria closed her eyes and concentrated on the physical sensations, putting all the bad memories and frightening thoughts out of her mind. Ria felt Emma's arms running down her back, her chest raising and lowering with each breath, her bare leg slowly wrapping around Ria's calf. There was still too much between them. Ria longed to feel Emma skin on skin, to let the warmth and energy from Emma to radiate into Ria directly.

Ria pulled away from Emma and stripped naked. Ria stood, head bowed, brown smooth skin exposed, hairless skin taut and fresh. She felt vulnerable. She rarely felt exposed when naked. She was usually very comfortable with her body, but this was different. Ria felt naked emotionally, that she was letting Emma see a side of her that Ria rarely let out. Ria blushed.

Emma walked slowly towards Ria, stripping off her bikini top and bottom. Emma hugged Ria and pulled her close, their bare skin touching, Ria's brown, tanned skin a contrast to Emma's Mid-western whiteness. They kissed again, they tongues slowly and tentatively exploring each other.  Ria's body was cold from two days of torture, from not eating, from fear. Emma's body radiated heat, both the remnants of heat from sun-bathing and her own internal heat. Emma held Ria close, warming her. Ria puled herself closer to Emma, sucking up all the heat she could.

Emma's hand ran down Ria's back, her fingers just brushing along her back. Emma's hips pushed forward, the smooth skin of her shaved pubic region brushing up against the soft skin of Ria's flaccid penis. Ria let her hand run down to Emma's ass, grasping the soft warm flesh of her buttock. 

Their nipples brushed against each other, excited jolts of sexually energy ran throughout their bodies. Ria started to warm, the darkness and cold ebbed, like a dark shroud being slowly lifted off her. Her tense muscles started to relax, the stiffness in her body draining from her. 

While her muscles relaxed, Ria felt her penis start to stiffen. It brushed against Emma's groin, and Ria could feel Ria opening slowly, a slight moistness developing. The two women, intertwined, their bodies twisted around the other, started to move towards the bed, They fell upon the bed, Ria on her back, Emma lying on top of her. Emma straddled Ria, pressing her groin down upon Ria's hard penis. Emma's lips opened for Ria, and Ria slid into Emma's warmth.

The continued to kiss, the tongues more fervently experiencing each other. Emma slowly moved her hips up and down, Ria's cock sliding in and out of Emma's wet pussy. Neither woman said a word, the only sounds they made were slight moans of pleasure, barely audible above the sounds of the wet lip-lock and the soft slap of skin on skin.

Ria started moving her hips up and down in slow, deep thrusts. With each thrust, a little bit of the last few days disappeared. She still had the memories of the days obviously, but they left her emotional centre, freeing her from the pain, the anger, the fear. The connection between two souls, between her and Emma, through the physical act, cured the deep wounds inflicted from the horrific experiences.

The black shroud was lifted. Ria was left with nothing but the want and need to satisfy herself and the woman she was inside. The girls stopped kissing, and Ria increased the frequency and depth of her thrusts. With each deep plunge into Emma's pussy, Emma let out a hard breath, the warm air bathing Ria's face.

Ria grasped Emma's ass, and with each thrust upwards of her hips, pushed Emma down onto her. Emma let out a low, sustained moan through irregular breaths. Ria felt warm liquid seeping of Emma's pussy, covering Ria's cock and balls, and running down in the crack of her ass. 

Ria started pumping as quickly as she could. Emma exploded, letting out a cry of pleasure as her body jerked and jolted with her orgasm. As before, Emma's pussy let out a gush of warm liquid, soaking Ria and wetting the duvet on the hotel bed.

Emma's orgasm continued as Ria continued to slide in and out of the now soaked vagina. Emma cried out, "Yes! Please, yes!" Ria buried herself deep inside Emma, and gave a series of shallow thrusts before releasing herself inside Emma. Ria groaned as the cum flowed from her.

Drained - physically, emotionally - the two girls collapsed on the bed. They rest, silently. Ria falls into a deep sleep, the first decent sleep she has had in 3 days.

* * 

Ria woke up in an empty bed, the covers pulled over her. She heard Emma in the bathroom of the room.

Emma came out of the bathroom, now wearing a white robe emblazoned with the hotels logo. "Hey, are you feeling better?" Emma asked.

"Yes, much better. It has been a long, hard couple of days, and that was just what I needed," Ria answered.

"It's good to have you back," Emma said. "Those other girls are no fun at all. Marisa is always off with Isabella. I'm pretty sure they must be going at it. And Gabriela is about as much fun as a wet blanket. She is always up in her room doing nothing. I've had no one to entertain me."

Ria laughed. "I find it hard to believe that you can't go down to the hotel bar and find a whole room's worth of men that want to entertain you," Ria said.

"Yeah, but sometimes its good to just hang out with your girlfriends, you know. That's why I like having a girlfriend like you, I get to have a girl to talk to and go shopping with, but I also get a nice hard cock to play with when I am horny," Emma said, peaking under the covers at Ria's soft package.

"So you've had no fun for the past two days," Ria asked.

"Well, not no fun. I did end up sleeping with that sexy driver, Carlos," Emma said, smiling a sly smile.

Ria rolled her eyes. She was actually surprised, given that since that first day by the pool, whenever she saw Carlos he seemed chained at the hip to Andre Fernandez, COO of Cabo Blanco Tequila.

"He wasn't very good, though," Emma said. 

Ria was shocked. She said, "given the rumours about what a playboy he was, I would have figured him to have had enough practice to be quite a good lover."

Emma shook her head. "No, not like that. I mean he was good while we were doing it, and gave me a spectacular orgasm. But we were well on our way to me having a second one, and he gets a text message on his phone. He reads it, and says, 'I have to go,' and leaves. Right in the middle. What could be more important than satisfying me?" Emma asked sarcastically.

Ria wondered the same thing.

* * 

"All right ladies, when we land in Las Vegas, the race season will have started and you will have eight months of very hard, but hopefully very rewarding work. You'll have a pretty full schedule over the next six days, with of course the most important day being race day on Sunday. So try and get some sleep tonight on the flight, because they'll be some long days ahead of us," Isabella told the girls as the last few people were getting on the chartered Airbus A340. 

The jet Ria was on was one of two jets the Tabernas racing team had chartered for the race season. This one was for transporting all the team members, including the drivers, mechanics, technical staff, owners, VIPs and of course the "Cabo Blanco Ambassadors," Ria, Emma, Marisa and Gabriela. The other jet, another A340, was used to transport all the cargo, including the three open wheel race cars.

The two planes took off from Cordoba, Argentina and flew through the night, landing at McCarran airport in Las Vegas on a sunny Tuesday morning. Ria looked out the window, and saw the strange skyline of the Las Vegas strip, where Egyptian pyramids coexisted with fantasy castles, and one could see New York, Paris, Venice and ancient Rome all within a block. The tarmac of the airport was filled with similarly large jets that other racing teams had chartered for the season to transport crew and cars. 

The Tabernas team had rented a floor in the MGM Grand, and a fleet of black vans with shaded windows transported the team the short distance to the hotel. The vans drove into a side entrance and into an underground garage. As each person stepped from the van they were given their room assignment and key. Elevators on service whisked the team up to their floor.

Ria entered her room and looked around. It was a smallish room, but nicely appointed, in neutral colours with striped drapes. A flat screen TV was hidden in the vanity, along with a soft plush robe. Sitting on the small desk was a gift basket with some fruit, cheese and a small bottle of wine. Ria grabbed an apple and took a bite, laying down on the bed and flicking on the TV. Ria watched the hotel's channel which ran through all the various attractions within the hotel and throughout Las Vegas. The city appeared to be a 24 hour, non-stop party of nightclubs, dining and gambling, with the occasionally side trip out to the desert.

There was a knock on the door. Ria opened it, and a porter delivered her two suitcases. Ria opened them up, and started putting the clothes away. In addition to her own personal clothes, she now had a full suitcase with Cabo Blanco Racing Team clothing. Ria finished putting away her clothes, and grabbed a shower. She changed into a tight pair of black pants and a polo shirt with a Cabo Blanco logo over her left breast. She looked at the printed schedule that Isabella had given her. In 15 minutes they had their first event, a season-opening wine and cheese party. It would be the first time she met any of the other teams or those involved in running the league, including the Pan Am Racing CEO, Walter "Piston" Clark.

There was a knock on the door. Ria wasn't expecting anyone, and was shocked to open the door to see Rodrigo Tabernas. "Mr. Tabernas, can I help you," Ria said. She was a little nervous, still not completely convinced that Rodrigo wouldn't decide to kill her after she had been the sole survivor of his brother's execution.

"Ria, I was hoping that you could accompany downstairs to the wine and cheese. I would like to talk to you about something," Rodrigo Tabernas said.

Ria nodded, and came out into the hallway. She turned to her right to see Gaston, Rodrigo's security man and the goon who had spent a full day emotionally and physically torturing Ria. Ria scowled. Rodrigo placed a hand on the small of Ria's back and guided her to the elevator.

The elevator opened, and Ria and Tabernas stepped into the elevator. Gaston was about to get on, but Rodrigo waved him off. "It's fine, Gaston. Why don't you take the next one." Gaston nodded and stepped back. Rodrigo punched the "door close" button, and the elevator's doors shut.

Rodrigo started speaking, but didn't look at Ria, but instead watched the numbers countdown. "Ria, as you may have surmised, or perhaps even had my stupid brother... God rest his soul... tell you, I am involved in something more than just our legitimate businesses. In my business, sometimes people get killed, and sometimes I am the one that has to do the killing. The guard that you left alive, do you know what happened to him?"

Ria looked at Rodrigo, but he kept his eyes on the elevator's floor indicator. "Mr. Tabernas, I assume that you had him killed," Ria said.

Rodrigo smiled. "Please, call me Rodrigo. Yes, you are correct. He is now dead for his part in the death of my brother, as are many more who were responsible for ordering the murder. Those who cross me will feel it come back on them tenfold. Let me ask you something, Ria, are you wondering why you are still alive?"

"It has crossed my mind, why you let me live," Ria said.

"You are a very talented girl, as attested to by the five shallow graves in the Argentinean countryside filled with the bodies of those guards that you killed. As you have also seen, people can threaten me at any time. Keeping you close to me, it provides an extra layer of protection, if you are willing to provide it. Nothing formal, of course, just keep an eye out for potential dangers, and let me know. Of course, if you don't wish to, I will take that as a sign of where your loyalties lie. Those that are disloyal to me suffer a similar fate to those who actively try and destroy me," Rodrigo said. He handed Ria a picture of a man with a bullet in his head. "That man was the head of the Iquitos Cartel, who was the one who ordered Luis' murder. I thought you might be interested to know that the people responsible for Luis' death, and of course endangering you, were delivered justice. I do hope that I never have to deliver any justice to you, Ria."

The elevator chimed and the doors started to open. Rodrigo took back the picture and put it in his jacket pocket. "Shall we go and meet the rest of the Pan-American Racing league?" he said, gesturing out into the crowd. Ria nodded, a silent shiver running up and down her spine.

* *

The large conference room holding the wine and cheese was buzzing, but the level of noise decreased as Rodrigo walked in. Two men made a bee-line from across the room directly towards Rodrigo and Ria. One of the men was a tall, white man with wispy grey hair. He was wearing a grey blazer over a white shirt fastened with a bola tie, blue jeans and a pair of beige cowboy boots. The second man was a short but thin Hispanic man with a a professional, neat haircut. He was dressed in a black suit with pale blue tie, looking more conservative than anyone else in the room.

The white man put a hand on Rodrigo's shoulder. "Rodrigo, I can't tell you how sorry I am to hear about your brother. I hope you know we are all very saddened by the news. This weekend's race will be a tribute to him."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 06



Rodrigo nodded. "Thank you, Piston. Ria, this is Walter Clark, CEO of the Pan American Racing league. Piston, this is Ria, one of our Cabo Blanco Ambassadors."

Ria shook Clark's hand. The man smiled and said, "please, call me Piston. Everyone does."

The Hispanic man gave Rodrigo a hug. "Rodrigo, so sad to hear the news. How are you doing?"

Rodrigo gave a faint smile. "Thank you, Jorge. I am going well. Jorge Ortiz, this is Ria Ortega." Ria shook Ortiz's hand as Rodrigo explained Ortiz's role. "Jorge is the officially the league's Advisor on Latin America, but I don't think that really captures all he does for us. He a former lawyer and lobbyist, so he is good at smoothing the path through the maze of governments, politics and regulations."

Jorge laughed, revealing a bright white smile. "I am not a former lawyer, they haven't taken away my license! Pleased to meet you, Ria."

Piston turned to Rodrigo. "Rodrigo, can Jorge and I have a moment of your time to discuss some matters of regulation?"

Rodrigo nodded. "Of course." He turned to Ria, "I hope you will excuse me, I am sure discussing technical details on course layouts or air-foils will probably not be of interest to you." Ria nodded, and the three men walked away.

Ria heard a voice behind her. "I didn't think we'd be seeing you again, butterfly."

Ria turned to see Carlos Sanz. She forced a smile across her face. "Carlos, good to see you."

"Such a shame about Luis. So young for a heart attack, and he was in decent shape. It almost seems unbelievable," Carlos said. Ria wondered if that statement was just an innocent turn of phrase, or held something deeper. If Fernandez is well connected to the Aguila Roja, if not the Aguila Roja himself, and Carlos is working for Fernandez, than Carlos could know what really happened. Given the talk that Rodrigo had with her in the elevator, though, she wasn't going to deviate from the standard line.

"It was quite a shock. I had become quite close to him, so it had been a hard few days," she said.

Carlos nodded, and then raised his hand. He pressed his fingers against her cheek. Ria flinched. He had pressed against one of the bruises left by Gaston. She had tried to cover it up with make-up, but obviously Carlos had been able to see it.

He frowned. "I hope in your grief, you haven't been hurting yourself," he said.

Ria flushed. She wasn't sure what to say, but was luckily saved when a thin man with dark hair slapped his hand down on Carlos' shoulder. "Carloooz, 'ello. 'Ow are you? Ready to lose anodder champ-ee-on-ship dis year?" the man said in the thick French Canadian accent.

"No, Jacques, this season I am ready to win one," Carlos said, his eyes narrowing. 

The French Canadian turned to Ria. "And who are you?" he asked. He looked the Cabo Blanco logo on her shirt, holding his gaze and obviously admiring her breasts at the same time. "You should come and work for a real team, like Patterson Racing. It is the team which I, Jacques LaRoc, race for, and the team which I, Jacques LaRoc, won a championship with last year. It is a team with talented and sexy drivers like I, Jacques LaRoc."

Ria held out her hand, and LaRoc shook it. Ria smiled and said, "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

Carlos sniggered while Jacques' smile faded. "Whatever. You can keep 'anging with dis loser 'ere, Mr. Sanz. There are many fish in dis sea." LaRoc turned and walked away.

Ria and Carlos looked at each other for a moment, sly smiles on their faces. Finally Ria said, "well, the team which I, Ria Ortega work for requires me, Ria Ortega, to go out and schmooze our clients, so I should get at it. Speak to you later, Carlos."

Carlos smiled. "Yes, stay safe, butterfly."

Carlos has sounded sincere, but Ria couldn't be sure if his words were meant as a blessing or a threat.

* * 

Ria was exhausted. After all she had been through over the past few days, it was very tiring having to spend a whole night being entertaining and pretending to be interested in a bunch of mostly dull, middle-aged old men with big salaries and narrow areas of interest, those being racing cars, rates of return on index funds and Ria's boobs, though not necessarily in that order. She was walking through the casino floor of the MGM Grand heading to the elevator bank that would take her back to her room when she saw him sitting at the bar with a bottle of Mexican beer in his hand. It was Piston Clark, CEO of the racing series. Ria walked over to him.

"Piston, how are you?" Ria said.

Piston looked at Ria through blurry eyes. "Fine, missy, fine. Grab a seat here, little lady, and keep me company for a bit. What is your name again?"

"Ria," she said sitting on the stool beside Piston. The bartender took Ria's order and returned with a cold bottle of Dos Equus, a lime wedge sticking out of the top.

"Ria, pretty name. Pretty name for a pretty girl. Are you enjoying working for the Cabo Blanco team, Ria?" Piston asked.

"Yes, it is a very good job," Ria said, lying.

"Liking your job is good. It's important. I used to like my job, back when I drove a race car. I miss driving. Now my job is all politics. You know, I thought being CEO meant I was in charge. I'm not in charge," he said.

No, thought Ria, the Aguila Roja is in charge. "Who is in charge," she asked.

"The fuckin' money men, with their Goddamn dollar bills and the fuckin' politicians. I gotta answer for every penny. I gotta justify everything. I gotta kiss so much ass. Thank god for Ortiz," Piston said, referring to Jorge Ortiz, the Advisor on Latin America Ria had met earlier. "Ortiz is so good at that stuff. He used to be a very powerful lobbyist, you know. Working in Washington and across the Americas for the causes of Latin America. Negotiated a bunch a trade deals between nations. Big shit. He's got a bunch of degrees from Ivy League schools here in the USA. You know why he works for us?"

Ria shook her head.

"Because he believes in the power of sport to bring the Americas together. That's his dream, a unified, strong Latin America. He's a right Simon Bolivar with degrees from Harvard and Stanford. Yup, good guy. He's running the show, though. He does all the negotiations, arranges everything. I'm just a figure head now, and not much of one at that. You know, he is thinking of running to be President of Colombia! Can you believe that? It'd be sad to see him go, 'cause he'd be hard to replace, but I'd be all right with it, because then he wouldn't make me work as hard. I work too fuckin' hard, you know what I mean?" Piston looked at Ria, his eyes watery and unfocused. His throat spasmed, his eyes rolled back in his head and he fell off his stool.

Two security guards rushed over. "Is he okay?" Ria asked.

"Yes, he's fine, other than having too much to drink," one of the guards said. "He does this every year during the Grand Prix. We'll take Mr. Clark up to his room." The security guards picked up Piston and dragged him towards the elevator banks.

* * 

The next couple of days flew by. Ria and the other Cabo Blanco Ambassadors had a full schedule of appearances and photography sessions to attend, each one requiring a change of clothes into increasingly skimpy outfits.

Ria was happy to see Piston was fine the next day, though he seemed to spend a lot of time rubbing his head. Ria smiled at him, he smiled back but looked confused. Quite possibly he didn't remember talking to Ria last night.

Ria remembered the chat, and kept her eye on Ortiz. He did seem to run things, constantly buzzing from event to event, glad-handing with important officials and clients. Ria often saw him off in a corner having a deep conversation with people that were identified to her as local politicians, senators, CEOs and lobbyists. Ria hadn't realized just how many important people were connected to the racing series, especially from the political realm. All these politicians had a stake in things going well and bringing in big dollars in tourism, business and sponsorship to their area. If Ortiz wanted to be President of Colombia, he'd already made a number of key international connections, and Ria assumed when they got to the Colombian race in a months time, see see that Ortiz was similarly connected.

Ria also continued to keep an eye on Andre Fernandez, COO of Cabo Blanco. He mostly spent his time talking to the same folks that Ortiz was speaking with, but there were times when Fernandez would disappear for hours at a time. Of course, Ria noted that where Fernandez was, Carlos Sanz was usually not far away. When Fernandez would disappear, Carlos would soon disappear as well. Ria made a note that she would have to follow Fernandez and see where he was going.

Unfortunately, Ria was having a tough time getting away. Isabella kept the four Cabo Blanco Ambassadors on a very tight schedule. A few times Ria tried to sneak away to check on Fernandez, but Isabella would round her back up and shuffle her to the next event. The only down time was usually for a couple hours in the afternoon or very late at night. Ria had wanted to use the time in the afternoon to follow Fernandez, but got roped into keeping Emma company. Emma was bored because none of the other girls would spend time with her, and Ria felt she owed Emma some time after how nice Emma had been to her in Cordoba.

During the downtime Isabella and Marisa would disappear upstairs. Ria and Emma discretely followed them one day, and were not surprised to see them disappear together into Isabella's hotel room. "Told you they were sleeping together," Emma said.

Gabriela, who had been such a wallflower and cold fish down in Argentina, suddenly opened up and became very gregarious and friendly, though not to Emma or Ria. Instead, she saved her affection and friendliness for clients and VIPs, especially Piston, who Gabriela was spotted flirting with on numerous occasions. "He's got a wife, I wonder if she knows that," Emma said on seeing Gabriela laughing and stroking Piston's arm at dinner one night.

The Thursday afternoon break, three days after first arriving in Las Vegas, provided Ria the opportunity she needed to follow Fernandez. Emma was off entertaining a couple of executives from some music publishing company, which gave Ria a couple of free hours. She went upstairs and changed into a black polo shirt and pair of black jeans, and came back down to the lobby to see Fernandez leaving the hotel. He got into a black Mercedes and pulled away. Ria ran out to the front of the hotel and watched as Fernandez's car headed North of Las Vegas Boulevard. 

Ria was about to get into a taxi when a man pulled up on a Yamaha motorcycle. He removed his helmet and looked at Ria. "Can you park this without falling off it?" he asked snidely. Ria looked at his confused, but then looked over at another valet pulling a car around. He was dressed in a black top and black pants, just like Ria. The man thought Ria was a valet.

Ria smiled and saluted. "Yes sir, no problem. I have a motorcycle license," she said. The man hopped off the bike, attaching the helmet to the seat.  Ria hopped on and smiled.

"What about my claim ticket?" the man said. 

Ria looked down at the ground and noticed a discarded claim ticket lying on the drive. "Oh, I'm sorry sir, I must have dropped it on the ground there. Do you think you could grab it for me?"

The man let out a loud sigh, and bent over, mumbling that she wasn't going to get a tip for that. Ria didn't hear him though, as she had already popped the clutch and headed out onto the road.

At the first red light, Ria undid the helmet from the seat, and put it on her head. She didn't want to get pulled over by the police. She scanned the traffic ahead, and saw Fernandez's Mercedes stopped at a light in the left hand turn lane. The light for Ria turned green, and she gunned the throttle and took off up Las Vegas Boulevard. When she had covered half the distance between her and the Mercedes, the light for Fernandez turned green, and he made his turn. 

Ria sped through the light and made a turn in front of oncoming traffic, bringing a squealing of brakes and a blare of horns from the angry drivers. Ria saw the Mercedes merging onto the highway. Ria quickly closed the gap and way on Fernandez's tail by the time the Mercedes had made it onto the highway. 

Ria hung a few cars back and followed Fernandez as he sped up highway 15 and merged onto highway 95. Fernandez eased his Merc over the right and exited onto Rancho Drive. Ria followed, keeping a car between her and Fernandez just in case he was watching for a tail.

Fernandez drove along Rancho for about 2 miles before pulling into the parking lot of a Casino called the Texas Station. Ria followed him into the parking lot, and watched Fernandez turned into a multi-story parking garage. Ria eased the bike around the corner to follow him, but had to slam on the brakes as a large SUV pulled out of a parking spot in front of her. Ria stopped the bike just inches from the side of the van.

The window rolled down and a woman leaned out. "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" she said to Ria before turning towards the driver of the SUV, "Herb, you almost ran over a motorcycle. Are you a moron? Why don't you look where you are going." 

"I was looking. That fucker on the motorcycle was driving too fast," Ria heard from the car, loud enough that she could hear it over the engine of the bike. Ria groaned. While these two were arguing, they weren't moving, and because of the size of the SUV, she couldn't see Fernandez anymore. 

Ria pushed the bike back far enough until she could make a turn, and drove around the SUV. She looked up and down the lanes of the parking garage, but couldn't see the black Merc. She was about to proceed up to the second level when she spotted a blue Ford Taurus with Carlos Sanz at the wheel. "Where Fernandez is, Carlos Sanz is sure to be as well," she said, and turned the bike to follow the Taurus.

Carlos drove out the back of the hotel, and made a couple of turns in quick succession. Soon the car was driving down an otherwise deserted road. Ria laid off the throttle, letting the car build up some distance. She didn't want to get Carlos' suspicions raised. Her Ria a loud roar from above her. She looked up and watched as a plane came down and landed in the field beside her. This wasn't the airport that Ria had landed at. "A second airport," she concluded, before turning her attention back to the Taurus. Up ahead, it made a right turn into a industrial park with a large set of warehouses. Once the car was out of sight behind the buildings, Ria gunned the bike and quickly closed the gap.

Ria cruised by the warehouse. She saw Carlos getting out of the car, and walking around to the back of the warehouse. Ria drove down the road for 20 seconds and then turned around, coming back to the warehouse. She parked the bike on the other side of the warehouse, and then sneaked along the wall until she came to a flight of stairs on the exterior of the building. Ria walked up the stairs and tried the door. It was locked, but she could tell the lock was loose. Ria put her ear to the door. From inside she could hear a lot of loud noise. "They aren't likely to hear me breaking the door," she said. Ria grabbed the door and pulled with all her strength. The lock groaned and gave way, and the door swung open.

Ria walked into the warehouse and onto a darkened catwalk. Below here on the floor of the warehouse were a number of shipping containers and three tractor trailer trucks. Forklifts were unloading pallets from the trucks and putting them into the shipping containers. Ria looked closely at the pallets. 

A man with a clipboard was directing the loading. Gaston, Rodrigo's goon, was standing beside him. 

The man with the clipboard looked at a pallet and then said to the forklift driver, "RPG-18s. There should be six pallets in the trucks. Load four pallets into the containers for South America, and two pallets into the container for Dogstar."

Gaston snorted. "I don't understand why we are fucking helping the Dogstar."

The man with the clipboard shook his head. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, Gaston. Aguila Roja placates the Dogstar so that he doesn't do anything to disrupt our plans."

Ria scanned the warehouse, but didn't see either Fernandez or Carlos. Seeing Gaston and hearing the Aguila Roja mentioned was enough to let her know this is something that Black Oak would want to know about. Ria crept out of the warehouse and back to her bike. She took off back towards the hotel, making a quick circle of the building. Carlos' Blue Taurus was gone.

* * 

Ria returned to the MGM Grand, pulling up to the main door. She drove up and saw the owner of the Yamaha just walking out of the front door. Ria drove up and pulled off the helmet. "Your bike, sir," she said.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Thank god you found it. I called down and the idiot at the valet desk said that my claim ticket number was invalid."

Ria nodded. "Mmm, yes, sorry about that. Luckily I overheard the conversation, and was able to pull the bike around. Next time you park the bike, get a new claim ticket just in case."

The man smiled and handed Ria a five dollar bill. "Thanks for that."

Ria walked away, putting the five dollars in her pocket. The man got on the bike. Ria heard him say to himself, "I thought I had more gas than that," just as the front doors to the hotel closed behind her.

* * 

Ria filed a written report to the CIA on what she had seen at the warehouse, including the dual shipments of weapons, one going to South America and the other going to "The Dogstar." A few minutes after filing the report, her phone rang. 

"Hold for Black Oak, please," the anonymous voice on the other end of the line said. Black Oak, a man without a real name, too important to make even his own calls. The line clicked.

"Dogstar, they said that?" Black Oak said by way of greeting. Straight down to business.

"Yes, part of the shipment was going to The Dogstar. What does that mean? I assume they aren't shooting a cache of weapons into space."

"No, Dogstar is the nickname of Dogzar Dragoma, a Romanian organised crime boss who controls a large portion of the drugs, weapons and prostitution trade in Eastern Europe, the middle east and south-east Asia. There were rumours a few years ago that Dragoma wanted to expand his trade into Latin America, and a spat of violence followed on both side of the Pacific, but in the end Dogstar seemed to retreat and leave the region to the Aguila Roja. We have to assume that Aguila Roja has come to some sort of peaceful weapons for territory deal with Dragoma. Interesting."

"What do you want me to do?" Ria asked.

"Keep up your cover. Stick close to Rodrigo and Fernandez, and see what you can find out. We'll put someone else to follow the weapons," Black Oak said. The line clicked dead without even a goodbye from Black Oak. Too busy to make his own phone calls. Too busy to say goodbye.

* *

The next morning Las Vegas woke up to a very different scene along the strip. Throughout the night workers had assembled a race track out of portions of Las Vegas Boulevard, East Sands Avenue, Paradise Road and a number of the parking lots and vacant lots along the way. Barriers were erected, grand stands put in place, fencing and ticket booths surrounding the site. The MGM Grand, where Ria was staying, was further south than the actual track, but the strip out front was still shut down as traffic was diverted onto Tropicana Avenue.

The day's schedule was full. The drivers were out testing the cars for most of the day, making sure that the million dollar machines performed to their peak efficiency on the track, and that meant that Ria and the other Cabo Blanco Ambassadors spent the day entertaining VIPs in the owner's box. Lots of drunken CEOs with grabby hands, by the end of the day Ria's ass was sore with all the slaps and pinches it had received. She wondered how many of the men would have so jovially pinched her bottom if they knew the secret she held between her legs.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 06



Following the day at the track there was a large Cabo Blanco sponsored dinner and a huge party afterwards at the Wynn hotel. Finally at nearly midnight, Ria was able to depart and head back to her hotel. There were vans to take everyone back to the hotels, but with most of the roads shut off traffic was a nightmare and the wait for the vans was long. Ria decided to walk back, making her way along the strip and through some of the hotels to check them out. It was one of the few bits of site-seeing that Ria would get to do during the trip.

Ria walked through the Venetian hotel, which had kept its Grand Canal open late for race weekend. She marvelled at the place. Ria had never been to Venice, but she imagined that it must be something like this, cobblestone paths and quaint little buildings lining canals along which gondoliers plied their boats. She stood watching as couples cuddled in the gondolas as they floated past.

"It is very romantic, no?"

Ria turned to see the French-Canadian driver Jacques LaRoc. He smiled at Ria and pulled up close to her.

"It seems a shame that a beautiful woman like you should be alone in a romantic place like this."

"Sometimes being alone is better than being with the wrong person," Ria said, hoping that the indication was not too subtle for the very forward LaRoc.

"Perhaps you just have to give the wrong man the time for him to be right," LaRoc whispered in her ear.

"Oh my god!" Ria heard someone shout out. Jacques and Ria turned to see Emma bounding towards them. Behind her, Carlos walked slowly. Emma hugged Ria. "Can you believe this place? It's beautiful! Carlos was just going to take me for a gondola ride! Isn't that romantic?" Emma asked.

Ria looked over at Carlos. He raised an eyebrow at Ria and said, "are you jealous, butterfly?"

Ria stood defiantly. "Not at all. You two have a great time," Ria said. She wasn't jealous of Emma, no, but she did feel a little lonely. She wasn't going to let Jacques or Carlos see that though. Especially Carlos.

Emma giggled as Carlos put a hand around her waist and the strolled away. Carlos looked over his shoulder at Ria and winked. "Have a good night, butterfly," he said.

Ria watched them walk away and felt a growing hole in her mood. She turned to Jacques. He wasn't bad looking, tall and thin with dark hair and piercing brown eyes. Despite his brash attitude and constant come-ons, he did have an engaging smile that made Ria want to forgive him. 

Jacques could sense Ria's defences falling, and decided to press forward. "Are you sure you don't want a gondola ride?" he said.

Ria looked at Jacques. "Forget the gondola ride. What hotel are you staying at?"

* * 

Patterson Racing, the team that Jacques drove for, had rented him a suite at the Luxor Hotel, the pyramid shaped, Egyptian themed Casino on the strip. Jacques wasted no time once they got back to the hotel room. He stripped naked and broke open a bottle of Jack Daniels. "One Jack to another Jacques," he said as he took a big swig. "You want some?"

Ria declined. "Don't you have to qualify tomorrow?" she asked, watching Jacques down another big swig.

He laughed. "Not until noon, lots of time to recover." Jacques looked at Ria, still standing near the doorway fully clothed, and then down at himself, his thin, sinewy body unclothed. "I seem to be naked, and you are not. Are you going to get naked with me?"

"There's something you should know, I am a transsexual," Ria said.

Jacques took a big swig of the Jack Daniels. "Hmmm, that's okay with me as long as you keep the panties on so I don't have to see your thing. Take off the top, though, so I can look at your titties while you suck my cock." He collapsed into a chair and spread his legs open.

Ria rolled her eyes. "What a romantic you are," she said.

Jacques shrugged. "If you don't want to, whatever. Lots of girls willing to sleep with a reigning world champion race car driver," he said.

Ria stood staring at him, waiting to see if this was some grand joke, but Jacques just sat their impassionately waiting for Ria to make up her mind. Ria thought it over. She was pretty sure that Jacques had just tried to pick her up to piss off Carlos, and the only reason she agreed to come back to Jacques hotel room was for the same reason. That being said, she had certainly slept with people for less.

She stripped off her clothes until she was down to her black thong. He cock was tucked up between her legs, giving the front of the panties a nice, smooth front. She walked slowly and seductively towards Jacques, and he took the opportunity to get a good look at her.  Her black hair fell loosely about her face, partially covering one of her sparkling, brown eyes. She had a cute nose and full, pink lips. Her body was beautiful and tight, an olive skinned beauty with a beautiful, full breast with large, red nipples. She turned slightly, giving Jacques a view of her round, apple-shaped bottom. Jacques was impressed. If this was a half-man, she was the best half-man he had ever seen.

Ria looked at Jacques. He may have been world champion, but he wasn't the most impressive physical specimen she had ever seen. He was thin with muscular arms, legs and shoulders, but his torso looked almost skeletal and he had a sunken chest covered with wisps of sickly looking light brown hair. Two things made up for his appearance, though. His face, with a smile that was disarmingly charming and intense eyes, and his cock, surrounded by tufts of light brown pubic hair, which was a beautiful uncut smooth shaft.

"Crawl to me," Jacques said. Ria got down on all fours, and started slowly working her way across the floor to the race car driver, keeping her head down but looking up at him through her up turned eyes, and sticking her ass high up in the air. It was a sexy pose, and Jacques uncut cock started to stir to life. By the time Ria had reached the chair where Jacques sat, his cock was half-alive. Ria moved into close to Jacques with a desire to bring his dick to its full glory.

Ria started by just getting a good close look at his member, and giving Jacques a little encouragement by blowing lightly onto his skin. Jacques felt her warm breath on his balls, his inner thighs, along the top of his groin and finally along the length of his shaft. His cock jerked and rose a little more at the gusts of Ria's breath.

Next Ria went to work with her tongue and lips. She kissed Jacques left inner thigh, starting about half-way up his thigh, and working slowly along with butterfly kisses up his thigh. She stopped just before her lips would have made contact with his sack, and moved over to his right thigh, repeating the action of kissing his leg up to his groin. Upon reaching his balls this time, she stuck out her tongue and traced around his balls and cocks, pulsing her cock in and out against the soft, sensitive skin surrounding Jacques' penis and scrotum. Jacques let out a gasp, and his cock grew a little harder.

Next Ria gently took one of Jacques' testes into her mouth, and sucked on it. She then ran her tongue down the middle of his scrotum before sucking on the other testicle. Jacques' cock was now close to fully hard. To complete the task at hand, Ria took the cock in her mouth. With the head of his dick in her mouth, Ria worked her tongue around the tip of the cock, playfully teasing his dick to its full potential.

Now that Jacques was fully hard, Ria started to go to work on the full length of his shaft with her mouth. She moved her head up and down on his hard dick. Jacques sat back silently watching the beautiful face of the Mexican shemale working up and down on his penis. It was a double treat for Jacques, both the sensation of Ria's expert cock-sucking and the vision of such a beautiful girl sucking him off. Jacques had a lot of blow jobs in his time, and often found the two mutually exclusive. Pretty girls often gave bad blow jobs, and while ugly girls might give good ones, you needed to close your eyes and thing of something else. Only occasionally, usually in porn stars and hookers, did you get both a pretty face and a good mouth. Ria definitely was providing both, and Jacques had for the most part forgotten that she had a dick between her legs.

Jacques let his eyes wander down to Ria's ass. "God, its lovely," he thought. Shapely and beautifully in proportion to her body, with smooth skin. Jacques thought of kissing it, letting his tongue run over its beautiful flesh. He imagined himself moving between Ria's legs and finding a beautiful, pink pussy to taste. His cock spasmed at the thought.

Ria could feel the pressure within Jacques building. She started to work on his cock deeper and faster, letting her lips quickly but completely massage the entire length of his shaft. Jacques' hand reached down and grabbed her head, and gently pushed her all the way down on his dick. He pushed up into her mouth, and released a load of hot cum into Ria's mouth. She swallowed down his cum, licked the end of his dick clean, and pulled away.

Jacques looked at Ria, sitting now on the floor of the hotel room. "Get up on all fours on the bed. I've been looking at that ass, and there is something I want to do."

Ria got on the bed on all fours, her ass at the end of the bed sticking up in the air. She couldn't imagine that Jacques was ready to fuck her, given that he'd already come once and swallowed down about half of bottle of Jack Daniels in the last 15 minutes. Jacques went over to a bag and pulled something out. He walked over to the bed. Ria tried to see what was in his hand, but it was very small.

Jacques got behind Ria and looked at her ass. Beautiful, he thought. The blank thong had a small triangle of material before narrowing down to the thread and disappearing between her apple-bottom cheeks. He ran his hand over her cheeks. Her skin was smooth and flawless. He leaned in close and inhaled deeply. She smelled like baby powder. He leaned in closer and touched his lips to her bottom. He kissed it again, and again, at first with just pecks, but then soon was kissing her ass deeply and fully. Ria wondered what he was going to do next, and started to feel her cock growing in her panties.

Jacques opened his hand, and Ria saw what he was carrying. It was a small plastic bag with a white powder in it. "You want some," he said, making a sniffing sound. Cocaine, Ria realized.

"No," she said.

"Then you won't mind if I snort all this beautiful blow off your beautiful ass, will you?" Jacques said, shaking out a line of white powder on the small of her back.

"No, I guess not. But don't you have drug tests you need to pass," Ria asked.

Jacques snorted the line of coke off her back and spent a moment staring at the ceiling before he answered. "Drug test? Fuck, I have ways to beat those. Now lie down on your stomach."

Ria lay out, and felt as Jacques poured out two lines of coke, one on each of her buttocks. "Jacques, does your team know you are doing cocaine the night before qualifying," she asked.

Jacques leaned close to her right butt cheek, and snorted up the line, running his nose from the bottom of her cheek to the top. Ria felt a slight tingle along the line as his nose sucked up the powder. Upon finishing the line, Jacques titled his head back, blocked a nostril and inhaled deeply. He kept his head back for moment, breathing deeply. Then he looked down at Ria and smiled. He leaned back down to her right butt cheek, and ran his tongue along where the line was, licking up any stray particles of coke. He then moved over to her left butt cheek and positioned his nose above the second line of coke.

Jacques held himself above the line for a moment, looking up at Ria. He said, "does my team know? Fuck, I work for a team that is run by a PHARMACIST. Where do you think I get the blow from? Legitimate, company supplied coke, baby. It's the best." With that, he put his nose back on Ria's ass, and snorted up the last of his company supplied cocaine.

* * 

In qualifying the next day, Carlos set a blistering pace, and wound up in pole position. Coming in 2nd in qualifying was Cabo Blanco teammate Kasper Ahlstad, giving Tabernas and Cabo Blanco the front row. Despite the Jack Daniels and cocaine, Jacques LaRoc for Patterson Racing came in 3rd in qualifying, and thus was due to start the race right behind Carlos.

Qualifying on Saturday and race day on Sunday were long days for Ria and the other Cabo Blanco Ambassadors, with events from early morning breakfasts straight through to late evening receptions. Ria was so busy performing her cover job that she didn't get much in the way of spying done, and other than the information that Jacques LaRoc had reported having illegal drugs supplied by Dr. Hugh Patterson, she had little to report to Black Oak.

Sunday was race day, and Carlos was able to lead the race from the start to the finish, coming in with the win. Cabo Blanco's second driver Kasper unfortunately skidded off on one of the corners and had to retire from the race. Jacques LaRoc came in second, with a driver from some airline sponsored team in third.

The trophy presentation was a sombre affair, with a subdued Carlos and Rodrigo accepting the trophy for winning the race and then dedicating the victory to the memory of Luis Tabernas. Walking off the platform, Andre Fernandez walked up and patted Carlos on the back, leaning close and saying something. Carlos smiled at him and nodded his head.

There was a celebration dinner held at the MGM Grand that evening, but most of the Cabo Blanco team called it an early night. It had been a long and emotional week with the death of Luis Tabernas for most of the team, and doubly so for Ria, who had started the week surviving attempted assassination and torture.

The next morning, the crews loaded up the planes and got ready to fly to the next stop on the race calendar, Santiago, Chile, where they would be racing in two weeks time. Ria was walking towards the plane when she was approached by Rodrigo Tabernas.

"Ria, I wanted to say that you have held up very well this week, given what you saw last week. I want to thank you for that, and see what your thoughts are on the talk we had in the elevator," he said.

"I am loyal to you, Rodrigo, and will make sure to look out for you and your interests. As you say, that is in my best interest as well," Ria said.

Rodrigo smiled. "Good to hear, good to hear. Shall we," he said, pointing at the Airbus waiting on the tarmac. They started walking towards it. As they approached the plane, a tall, thin white man with grey hair ran up to them.

"Rodrigo, my friend, how are you?" he said.

"Dr. Patterson, I'm doing all right. It is a tough time, obviously," Rodrigo said, shaking the hand of the man. Ria realized that this must be Dr. Hugh Patterson, owner of Patterson Racing, bio-pharmaceutical company PatGen and potential Aguila Roja. Unlike the Tabernas', who tended to be present in the cities where the races were for most of the week before hand, Patterson tended to just fly in for the Saturday and Sunday of the races.

"Yes, I am so sorry. I wanted to let you know that you have my condolences. If there is anything I can do for you, let me know," the man said.

Rodrigo smiled. "Thank you, Hugh. I think what Luis would have wanted most is for us to carry on with our work."

Patterson nodded solemnly. "Well, I must be going. Have a plane to catch," he said.

"Back to New Jersey?" Rodrigo asked.

Patterson shook his head. "No, nothing so glamourous. I am off to Rio de Janeiro."



Code Name Tequila Ch. 07



The Brazilian immigration agent looked at the passport. American. April Cho. He looked at the picture, and then up at the woman standing in front of him. Thin, tall Asian woman. The woman smiled. The agent looked back down at the and flipped through it until he found the Brazilian Visa. It was a ninety day work visa.

"Purpose of visit?" the guard asked in monotone English without looking up.

"Work," the woman, April Cho, said.

"What kind of work do you do," the guard asked, hitting a few keys on the keyboard of his computer.

"I'm doing some modelling," the woman said. The guard looked up. She was good looking, but there were hundreds of thousands of beautiful women in Brazil. He blinked a few times, and then looked back down at his computer. Why someone would want to bring in women from another country to model for them was beyond the guard's reasoning, but if the government of Brazil saw fit to give the woman a visa, who was he to argue. The guard took the woman's fingerprints, stamped her passport and passed it back to her.

"Ms. Cho, welcome to Brazil."

* * 

The night before, Jarvis Cleethorpe had met April and May at the airport with their new passports. American passports for April Cho and May Juarez, gender listed as female. "Usually you require sexual reassignment surgery before they'd give you passports that say female, but we're the CIA, we get to bend the rules," Jarvis said. "You'll see that the passports are a couple years old and have a number of stamps in them. We faked them up so they look used, rather than brand new, just in case there are any suspicions about you.. You'll also find you have 90 day work visas for Brazil in those passports. It cost a lot to get them done up within a 24 hour period and make them legitimate, but they are real, valid visas."

Jarvis, April and May sat down at an out of the way booth at TGIF. Jarvis took out a file. The guy was always carrying files. He kept his hands over the file and started to speak. "First, Black Oak wanted me to pass on his congratulations for your work at PatGen. There is a lot of information in Patterson's personal files. Unfortunately, the files are encoded, so it will take us some time to break the code and be able to decipher it. However, there were a few things we were able to gleam immediately from the files."

Jarvis took a photo out of his file. It was the inside of a strip club, a few patrons and a couple girls on stage. One of the girls was fully naked, and April and May saw that she had a penis. The strippers were girls just like April and May were.

"Patterson is up to something in Rio, but we aren't sure what exactly. What we do know is that he is using this club, Travestie a Go-Go, as a front and money laundering operation. Travestie a Go-Go is a shemale strip club and..."

May leaned in close. "Wait a second, strip club. Are you expecting us to strip naked in front of strange men?" she asked.

Jarvis grinned. "I'm afraid it's a little more than that. Travestie a Go-Go is a strip club AND brothel. You'll be expected to do more than just strip."

May laughed. "There is no way, you can't make us do this," she said, incredulously.

April was looking at the photograph of the club, not the girls on stage but one of the men in the audience, staring intently at the girl on stage. He was looking up at her with such adoration and lust. April wanted to be adored, to be lusted after like that.

Jarvis leaned back and shrugged his shoulders. "Listen, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. However, you've already gone pretty far down the rabbit hole of being the CIA's two transgendered agents. You can back out, go back to being regular old male agents if you want, but then you'll just be one of a thousand male hopefuls waiting for a break to get into the field. Or, you could continue to explore the opportunity you've been presented, and get out there in the field, working covert ops on one of the most important investigations in the CIA right now. Your choice."

April answered without hesitation. "I'm in. I want to stay in the field," she said. Really, she wanted the eyes of pervy men on her, like the men in the picture.

Jarvis turned to May. "Well, are you going too, or do you want to return that passport to me?"

* * 

April picked up her luggage, and looked back to the door from customs and immigration. It opened, and May exited, looking annoyed. She grabbed the bag that April had kindly taken off the belt for her already and said, "I can't believe I am doing this. It's one thing becoming a woman, it's a whole other becoming a fucking whore."

April nearly fainted at the thought. Men, so turned on by her, that they wanted to PAY to have sex with her. No one had ever wanted to pay to have sex with April, not in her past life when she used to be a man. Now she was becoming a woman, and people wanted her so much they were willing to give up their money just to be with her. April felt the cock underneath her dress rising just thinking about it.

The girls walked out of the baggage claim area and into the mass of crowds waiting at the Galeão International Airport. They scanned the crowd, and saw a man in a white linen suit holding up a sign that said "April and May."

The man was glad to see them. "I've suffered many a joke about having to wait two weeks for you," he said. April realized that it was mid-March right now. March in the city named after January river with April and May, she thought to herself and giggled. May was still in a bit of huff about her new role as sex worker to appreciate any humor.

The man took the girls out to a waiting Toyota Land Cruiser, then only then did he introduce himself. "Peter Martinsen, officially an attache with the US embassy here, but in reality I'm the CIA's man in Rio," he said. He put on a Panama hat, a small pair of round sun-glasses and started up the truck. White linen suit, Panama hat, round sunglasses and referring to himself as "the man in Rio," if April and May hadn't actually seen and heard him, they would have dismissed any description of him as being to stereotypical to be believable.

Peter told them a little more about the club, and what was to happen next. "The club is just to the north of the Central Business District. It tends to get some business from the business men coming up from the CBD, but draws in some dock workers from the port areas to the north, so it's a bit of a mixed crowd. Don't worry about not speaking any Portuguese, the manager speaks English and you actually don't deal with the money with the customers, other than any tips they give you while dancing or after 'the deed' is done. A madam negotiates and collects the payment from the men."

May snorted, but April again felt herself growing hard in her panties. She imagined the feeling of a man slipping a dollar bill insider her panties, and she felt the tip of her cock start to wet. She then calmed herself down, she didn't want to cum in her panties before she'd even made it to the club.

Peter continued, "We are in the period of Lent right now, and this is a deeply Catholic country, but you should still find a number of clients for your wares.. There are a lot of transsexuals here in Rio, but you'll be exotic because you're both American. That should bring in the johns. Or, and don't worry about walking around as transsexuals here. They love the girls with dicks down here, consider them a national treasure. You'll be pretty much accepted anywhere, and will find a number of men unconcerned about the fact that you are more than just regular women. The two of you should get some attention at the beach when you go sunbathing."

April thought of the teeny bikini she had packed, and felt her cock rising again. She was so horny, she could barely think straight. She'd either have to find someone to fuck soon or whack off if she was going to keep her mind on the mission.

Peter raced the Toyota down the highway, the air conditioning blasting. It was almost 80 degrees out and pretty humid, even though they were coming to the end of the summer and moving into autumn. "The manager's name is Ayrton de Gama, and he's a sleazy one. I'll drop you off a few blocks from the club, and you can walk over. It's safe during the day. You've should have no problem getting the jobs because they like the Americans here, but no doubt Ayrton will make you 'audition' for him. Hope you girls are ready to suck and get fucked. Once you pass the 'audition,' Ayrton will show you to where you'll be staying. Its not exactly the nicest place, but shouldn't be too many cockroaches. You'll be sharing a room, hopefully that is okay."

The car pulled off the elevated highway that had been running along the water, and headed in land. Peter pulled to a stop in a deserted drive. "Patterson will most likely be here in four days time. In the meantime, see what you can find out from Ayrton. We aren't sure how involved he is in what is this club is a cover for, or frankly what the club is cover for. Hell of an assignment for you girls. Good luck," he said. Peter helped them unload their baggage and pointed them in the direction of the club. The girls walked along the hot streets of Rio, pulling their roller bag behind them, about to embark on their latest assignment from the CIA - undercover whores.

* *

Ayrton de Gama looked at the two women standing before him, nodding slightly. He ran a hand through his thinning black hair, trying to slick down the wispy strands that tended to fly up when left unattended for too long. He ran his hand down his face, over his brown eyes, pug nose and thin lips. He looked down at his hand, and noticed it shiny with the greasy oil, whether from his hair or his face, he didn't know. He wiped his hands on his slacks, and looked back up at the women standing before him.

"April Cho," he said. The thin, tall Asian stepped forward. Ayrton looked up and down her body, barely covered by a micro-skirt black dress. There was a slight hint of a bosom and a small, round ass. "You Thai? The guys here love the Thai."

"Korean-American," April said.

Ayrton snorted, not at the comment, but because he felt a mass of phlegm building up in his nostril. Ever since a rival club owner had hit him with a tire iron last year, he had a problem with his nose running. He leaned forward and squinted, looking closely at April's face. Very feminine looking, not a hint of hair. "Thai, Korea, China, whatever. You Asian boys make pretty girls because you have such dainty faces and don't grow any moustache or beards."

Ayrton stood up and walked out from behind his desk. He was thin and gangly. He wore a white linen shirt, opened down to his belly button revealing a darkly tanned chest, and a pair of light linen pants, a dark stain just below the left pocket where he was constantly wiping the grease off his palm after running it through his hair. Ayrton distractedly reached into his shirt with his right hand and started rubbing nipple as he looked at the second girl.

"So that would make you May Juarez," he sneered. A curvy woman with tanned skinned and a full head of chestnut hair with blonde streaks. Ayrton couldn't help but wonder how much was real and how much was padding under the Latina's black-t-shirt and denim skirt. 

"What are you, Mexican?" he asked.

"I am American," said May, defiantly.

"We have lots of Latina shemales here already, and as they are Brazilian, all superior to you in both looks and I am sure passion. You might work though, just because some of the guys here like to fuck America. FUCK AMERICA!" Ayrton said, and then he let out a snort of a laugh. A blob of snot shot out of his nose and landed with a splat on the uneven wooden floors of his office. He looked down, and then rubbed the glob into the wood with his foot.

Ayrton stood for half a minute silently eyeing the girls before abruptly turning and walking back behind his desk. "No, no good. It won't work. We already have too many girls. We don't need any more, especially uppity American girls. They are all talk and no fuck. They don't know how to take care of a man's needs. We Latin American men, we are macho. We need our women to take care of us. American girls are all too stuck up, too prissy to do what needs to be done. Take your prudish American asses and hit the road, back to your strip malls and McDonald's with you," he said, slumping in his chair.

April stepped forwards. "Mr. de Gama, if the American girls you have met in the past have been prudes that can't take care of their men, I can assure you that we are like no other American girls you've met. We do whatever it takes, for as long as it takes, to make sure that our men are satisfied."

Ayrton looked up and raised an eyebrow.

April smiled and leaned in closer. "Satisfied multiple times, if necessary," she said.

Ayrton leaned closer to April and took in her scent with his one good nostril. Slight hint of a floral perfume, but also the musky scent of her sweat, after all the girls had been flying all night and hadn't had a shower. Ayrton took a big whiff, letting the musk of the Korean girl, and sat back in his chair, eyes closed, savouring the scent while the odor hung in his nostril.

The scent of the women disappeared, and Ayrton opened his eyes. "It is easy to talk, Miss April, about how you can satisfy a man. But talk is too easy, Miss May." Ayrton pushed his chair away from his desk and sprawled his legs out. Reaching down and running a hand over his crotch, he asked, "how can you prove that you - Miss May, Miss April - know how to take care of man?"

April walked over to Ayrton's chair and got down on her knees. She undid his pants, and Ayrton lifted himself up off the chair so she could pull them off. Ayrton's cock was already hard, and it was a dark, vein-covered monster of a dick, larger perhaps than even the cock Mistress Stiletto had wielded between her legs. Ayrton's dick was covered with much darker skin than the rest of his body, almost like it wasn't a part of him, some sort of donkey cock that had been grafted onto his body.

April licked the tip of the monster, and it rewarded her with a seeping of pre-cum. She sucked it up off the tip, and more oozed out to replace it. April licked around the head of the cock, flicking it with her tongue. Ayrton wanted more. He grabbed her head and forced it down the shaft. It was more than April could take. He held her down on his cock, the thing filling every spare inch of volume in April's mouth. Her throat spasmed, trying to expel the massive cock. He gagged and forced her head off his cock.

"Yeah, that's right, baby. Gag on that cock," Ayrton said, pushing her head back down again. April had barely taken a breath before the cock filled up her mouth again. Ayrton pushed himself as far in as he could. 

Again April gagged, and Ayrton let her off his dick for a moment. It was covered by a big gob of spit.

"Yeah, baby, spit shine that that fucking dick," he said. 

April gasped for breath. "It's too much," she said.

"Fuck bitch, relax and breath through your nose and you'll be able to take it all. If you are going to work for me, but better be able to suck a dick," Ayrton said. He grabbed the back of her head and started pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. April opened her mouth as far as she could, breathing in a steady pace in and out of her nose. Doing that she found she could take his cock pumping into her mouth for longer, 15 or 20 seconds of the massive thing pushing right to the back of her throat. Even so, eventually she would have that feeling of being out of air, of her throat being blocked, and would find throat spasming.

May watched as April was forced to take as much of the big cock as she could. She watched as the other woman was forced was a dominant man to do his bidding. May shifted uncomfortably as her cock started to grow in her panties. Her mouth opened slightly, subconsciously wishing the strong, dominant man was making her take him all.

April continued to try to do her best, but continued to gag. Ayrton smiled every time she coughed and sputtered, and let her off just long enough to catch her breath. His cock was now covered with a thick layer of saliva, and it had run in streams down his shaft and moistened his balls and the thick, curly mass of hair that surrounded his monster. Saliva also ran down April's chin, some of it dropping off and collecting in small pools on the uneven wooden floors, some clinging to her and running down her neck and starting to wet the collar of her little black dress.

Ayrton looked up at May. The bulge in her pants was obvious now. Her hard dick, no longer able to be contained by the fabric of her pants, sprung free and tented out the front of her skirt.

"I thought you a bit of an prude," Ayrton said. "But now I see you want a little action don't you. Like I said, Latina girls here are a dime-a-dozen. I can get a hotter Latina than you to suck my cock any day and twice on Sunday, but I'll let you lick my ass."

Ayrton shifted in his chair, pushing his hips right to the edge of the seat. He threw one leg up on his desk and braced the other one against the wall. He grabbed April by the head and pushed her over to the side, opening up a position for May between his legs as well.

May got down on her knees and examined Ayrton's asshole. Like his cock, the dark, crinkled skin around his asshole was much darker than the rest of his body. His hole was closed tight, offering just the slightest hint that it even existed, but the wrinkled, dark skin around his asshole was large. 

May pressed her tongue lightly against Ayrton's asshole and started to flick her tongue on and off the skin. Ayrton grabbed May's head and pressed it deep into the crack of his butt. "Fuck woman, I don't want my asshole teased, and I want a proper tongue bath. Get in there and lick that fucking thing," he cried.

May's face was forced against the soft skin of his ass cheeks, her nose pressed against the skin between his asshole and scrotum, her lips pressed against the brown, wrinkled skin around surrounding his tightly shut hole. May parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. It pressed against the clamped shut hole and could not penetrate. She pressed lightly against it.

"Come on, bitch," Ayrton screamed. "Put some fucking strength into it and press that tongue into my asshole!"

May pushed her tongue out with more force. Ayrton's asshole resisted, but finally could relent no longer. It opened, and May's tongue slid into his hole. Ayrton let out a loud moan, and pressed April all the way down on his dick, holding her there.

"Yes, deep throat and deep tongue," he growled.

April gagged and coughed, a flood of saliva pouring from her mouth. The spit ran down her chin and launched into the air, landing in gobs on top of May's head. More of the saliva ran in rivulets down Ayrton's balls and down the crack of his ass. May felt the spit wet her nose and run onto her tongue, buried deep inside Ayrton's asshole.

Ayrton let April up for air, and then started to pump her head up and down on his dick. May continued to tongue his asshole while trying to avoid the bouncing head and torso of April, but a collision was unavoidable, and April's chin came down onto the top of May's head. The jolt caused April's jaw to snap shut, her teeth digging into the cock of Ayrton.

"Arrrgh," he cried out. He let his hand off April's head, and she pulled off, gasping for breath. May pulled out of his asshole and looked up at him.

Ayrton looked at May. "Did I tell you to stop licking my ass? Get back in there," he said. May leaned forward and dove her tongue back into Ayrton's ass, now gaping open and glistening with the saliva from May's mouth as well as that which had run out of April's gob.

Ayrton turned his head to look at the red marks the teeth had made on his dick. He admired them for am moment, and then looked up at April. "Wow, bitch, you were pretty far down on this monster, weren't you. Let's see if you can do better."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 07



Ayrton grabbed April's head and forced it down, further and further. "Don't gag," he said. "Let your throat take more. Let's see how much you can take." The massive cock filled April's mouth. She started to feel her throat quiver, but suppressed the reflex through steady breathing and force of will. Ayrton pushed her further down. April started breathing quickly through her nose, almost like she was hyperventilating, but she was able to keep the gag reflex at bay. Finally Ayrton could push no further, his cock was pressed against the back of April's throat, and April's face was mashed against his ball sack.

"Bite down," he said. April closed her teeth on his cock, pressing against it. "Harder," Ayrton called out. April pressed harder, harder than she could ever imagine wanting to feel teeth on her own cock, but Ayrton moaned and let out a quiet, "Mmmm, yes."

"Now hold it," he said, holding April's head down against his scrotum. April forced air in and out of her nose as she tried to stave off the choking feeling. Her throat spasmed, and she coughed, spewing out large gobs of spit, they splashed against Ayrton's balls and down on top of May's head, whose tongue was still exploring the deep caverns of Ayrton's asshole.

Ayrton didn't let her up, though, and April had to use will power to stifle the gag. She managed it, just barely. Tears started to stream down her face, causing her mascara to run down her face, tracing lines down her cheeks like black rivers. Beneath April, May saw the black liquid of April's mascara-tinted tears drop onto Ayrton's inner thighs and run slowly down his legs.

"So good, you are doing such a good job, you little cock sucker," Ayrton said, pressing his hand down on the back of April's head.

She gagged again, and started to cough. She tried to suppress the sensation, but this time it was too much. She gagged, spit shooting out of her mouth, and gagged again. Ayrton let her up, and April fell back, gasping for air and tears streaming down her face.

Ayrton looked at his dick. The red marks from April's second chomp on his cock were further down than the first, accidental bite, perhaps a good half an inch. "See, baby, you were capable of more. You did good work, now it is time for your rewards."

Ayrton stood up, May's tongue popping out of his asshole like the cork of a champagne bottle. He pointed at a ratty leather couch against the far wall. "You girls kneel on that couch, facing the wall, and lean against the back of the couch. I want to smell those gorgeous asses."

April and May knelt on the couch, facing the wall.

"Are you okay," May asked April.

April smiled. "It was tough, but it was a good lesson. I know I can be a better cock sucker," she said. May had to admire April's gumption. Not many girls would take a choking like that and consider it a good lesson.

Ayrton walked up behind the girls and yanked up their dresses, exposing their shapely asses covered with just the thinnest fabric of their panties. Ayrton was happy to see that May wasn't wearing any hip and ass padding, she really did have a nice, shapely bubble ass.

He grabbed the panties of the girls, one in each hand, and yanked them down. They fell around the girls knees. Ayrton got down on his knees and pressed his good nostril against May's taint, inhaling deeply. The girl had been on an overnight flight, having not showered for more than 24 hours now. She had a deep musky smell, a thick, pungent odor like a mix of used jock-straps and the deep forest. 

Ayrton's cock twitched. When he was a child, Ayrton had loved scents, dreaming once of being a perfumer, a dream now destroyed by a long list of criminal convictions and a busted nose. With his one good nostril, though, he could still appreciate the deep, romantic scents of women.

Ayrton moved his nose over to April's taint and inhaled. Her scent was not a deep, not as dark. Still sweaty and musky, but with more high notes and a tint of a freshly tilled garden, the smell of unearthed soil. He put out his tongue and ran it from the top of her asshole to the bottom of her scrotum, tasting her. He moved over to May, and licked her taint. The girls tasted similar, but slightly different. "Like fine wines, each girl has a different scent and taste," he said.

Ayrton stood and let his pants drop around his ankles. He stroked his massive, dark skinned erection. "Okay, now which of you want the pleasure of feeling me inside you?" he asked.

May looked back at the monster cock, and then at April's mascara covered face. May knew she was in a better position to take the monster. April had a tight, delicate asshole that required time and teasing to open up to a man. Conversely, May knew that she took take a big cock without any preparation. In fact, she liked the feeling of a massive cock suddenly pushing into her, as she had experienced with Mistress Stiletto. Ayrton was bigger than Mistress Stiletto had been, but May was sure she could take his monster. In fact, she relished the challenge.

May looked over her shoulder and stuck her ass into the air. "April got all the fun working that snake with her mouth, I think I deserve some of the gratification now," she said, wiggling her ass and spreading her cheeks apart with her right hand.

Ayrton smiled. "Okay, but I don't want poor April to get nothing. May, get your hard dick in April's ass, then I'll pile on top."

May stood up and walked behind April. May wet her fingers, and worked two into April's ass. April moaned, and May felt April's ass contracted and spasm around her fingers. April's entire body tensed. May leaned forward and said, "relax, April, I won't hurt you." May kissed April gently on the neck. April relaxed, and her ass opened. May worked the hole open a little more before putting a third finger into April.

Ayrton looked over May's shoulder. "What are you waiting for? Get in her ass so I can get in yours," he commanded.

May pressed her cock against April's ass, now worked open thanks to May's fingers. It resisted for a moment, but then yielded to the advance of May's cock. May only pushed herself in as far as the head of her cock, before bending over and spreading her legs. "Okay, Mr. de Gama, are you going to fuck me now?"

Ayrton didn't wait for another invitation, nor bothered to gently work himself into May. He put the tip of his cock against her asshole, and pushed. May screamed as a sudden sensation of pain shot throughout her body as the huge cock forced its way into her ass. The pain subsided and a shiver went through her whole body. Her cock twitched, her nipples hardened, goose bumps formed on her skin. The monster continued into her, and May found herself pushing her ass back against Ayrton, urging him deeper.

In pressing back against him, May almost pulled all the way out of April. When Ayrton had worked as much of himself into May, though, he kept pushing. With May's ass able to take no more of Ayrton's girth and length, she was forced forward, and May's cock plunged slowly into the asshole of April.

April yelped, but May reached around and stuck a hand in her dress. May played with April's nipples and kissed her neck, softly telling her to relax. April closed her eyes and let the feeling of the lips on her neck and hardening nipples between May's fingers course through her body. Tension eased, her muscles relaxed and the sudden pain from the cock plunging into her was replaced by the warmth of a welcome penetration.

Ayrton grabbed May's hips, and started to set the pace. He would pull himself partially out of May, which at the same time would pull May partially out of April. Then he would push himself back into May, sending May plunging back into April. After a few strokes, April and May had relaxed enough to start to enjoy the experience.

May, especially, was amazed at the joy of being fucked while fucking. She found her body shaking with the conflicting sensations, sensations that were quickly bringing her to a climax. "Oh god, I am going to cum," May called out.

"Already," Ayrton asked. "God, you must be a slut to get so hot so quick from licking my bunghole and then taking this monster in your ass."

May had no response but to shake uncontrollably and release herself into April's ass. May pulled herself out of April, a trail of cum running down April's ass crack towards her hairless scrotum.

Ayrton grabbed May and flung her on the couch onto her knees. He pressed himself into her again, and started ravaging her with the full length of his dick. May moaned, reaching up under her t-shirt and twisting her nipples. Her cock still twitched with the final gasps of her orgasm, and a few drops of remaining cum spurted from her shaft and onto the leather couch.

Ayrton continued to pump into May. April watched, fascinated as the monster sized dick slid into May's hole. It must have been the circumference of a slender woman's arm, April figured. It was like May was being fist fucked, but instead of a fist it was a massive dick. April then realized that same dick had been buried deep into her throat, and quivered with pleasure.

Ayrton let out a long wail and his entire body tenses. He pulled himself out of May, leaving her ass gaping wide open. Ayrton grabbed his cock and yanked on it with a force usually reserved for trying to dislocate shoulders. A flood of thick, white goo shot from his cock, flying through the air to cover May's ass and run into her still wide open ass hole.

April whimpered. Ayrton turned towards her, and with another 3 strokes of his cock, let loose a stream of cum onto her face. It hit her mostly on the forehead and around her eyes, but was soon running dribbling down her face. April stuck out her tongue and licked up a big gob, sucking it down.

Ayrton looked at the two girls. May with her ass gaping open, slowly filling with cum as his gizz ran from her smooth ass a dripped into the open hole. April with her mascara-streaked face covered with white cum, her tongue out licking up any that was within her reach.

Ayrton nodded. "Okay, I guess you girls have proven that you have what it takes to take care of my customers. Welcome to Travestie a Go-Go."

* * 

Ayrton set them up in a small apartment on the second floor of the building that the Travestie a Go-go was located. The club was partially below ground, a half-storey down from street level, with Ayrton's office located off the back. Up a pair of rickety, narrow stairs barely lit by a 50 watt-bulb on the first floor was the "booths," the name the club used for the small rooms used for hourly rentals of the girls. The booths were above street level by half a storey, but all the windows were covered up to prevent peeping toms or the police from being too inquisitive. The second and third stories of the building were where the girls working at the club lived if they had no other place to stay.

The apartment was cramped. It was a studio apartment with two beds, a small couch and a vanity. On the wall closest to the entry door was a small kitchenette with a stove, oven and fridge. April opened the fridge and was greeted with the strong stench of decay. "I think we'll be eating out, mostly," she said. While the dire accommodations might have been necessary for their cover, they still did have an expensive account, and April figured avoiding using the fridge would be a good idea.

May dropped her suitcase on the bed and walked to the small bathroom beside the kitchen. "I am going to take a shower," she said. "I need to wash the grease from Ayrton off my body and his load from out of my ass." She walked in and closed the door. A minute later April heard a scream as the cold-water only shower drenched May with an icy blast.

April looked over at the kitchen counter. A cockroach scampered across the counter. April picked up the metal frying pan sitting on top of the stove and smacked it down upon the roach, driving the pan onto the counter and upon the bug with her full might. She lifted the pan. The cockroach sat motionless for a moment, then seemingly came back to life and continued to scamper across the counter. April raised the pan over her head, and with both hands brought the pan down onto the counter like Thor's hammer. The walls of the room shook with the force of the impact, speaking as much to the flimsy construction of the building as to the force of April's blow. April lifted the pan, but the cockroach was not under the pan. Just before impact, it had spread its wings and flown out of the way of the pan, landing on the fridge.

April sighed. "Perhaps Rio isn't much better than Jersey City," she said to herself.

* *

That evening the girls had their first shift working at the Travestie a Go-Go. They would get up on the main stage, or one of the smaller raised stages around the club as directed by the Ayrton, and dance in bikinis. Some of the girls danced topless, some wore bikini tops. Due to the fact that their breasts hadn't developed yet, April and May kept their tops on. The girls would often pull down the back of their bikini bottoms to show off their naked ass, but they didn't pull it down far enough to reveal the surprise in their legs.

April and May noticed that every once and while, probably about every 20 minutes or so, one of the girls would flash some of the customers a quick glimpse of their soft cocks. The men would then usually applaud and slide some tips into the girls bikini bottoms. It wasn't much, usually two or three of the patrons would have caught the flash, and each would give a 2 Reais or 5 Reais tip, working out to about 6 to 15 Reais, or 3 to 7 US dollars.

April asked one of the girls who explained that all their money is made up in the booths. The occasional flash of cock could bring in a few dollars in tips, but you couldn't do it too often, otherwise the men stopped tipping.

For the first few hours, the club was pretty empty and only one of the girls was taken upstairs to the booths. About ten o'clock at night, though, the club started to get packed, and by eleven there wasn't a seat available.

April and May were dancing on side-by-side small stages in one corner of the club. Ayrton walked up with his arms around two men. He said something to the men in Portuguese. May, with a Hispanic upbringing, spoke some Spanish and thus was able to understand a little of what was said. It was something about American girls and big cocks. The men smiled and nodded.

Ayrton motioned to them. "Com'on girls, time to earn your keep," he said. April and May came off the stage, and Ayrton led them towards the rickety stairs up to the booths. He said something to the men, and they nodded.

The first man, short and squat but powerful looking, put his arm around April and pointed up the stairs. April nodded and walked up the stairs, and squat man following her.

The second man, tall and lanky with a goatee nodded at May. She smiled at him, and walked up the stairs. The man with the goatee followed.

At the top of the stairs, a bored looking woman took money from the men, and directed them to separate rooms. The girls followed their respective men into the small rooms.

The rooms didn't have much in them. There was a bed that just barely fit between the two walls of the booths with threadbare sheets and flat pillows that were as hard as rock. Near the door was a small set of shelves, enough for the man to stack away his clothes, and a sink. At the head of the bed was a shelf, upon which was a box of tissues, a bowl of condoms and a large bottle of lube.

The man with the goatee closed the door behind him, and smiled at May. 

"Meu nome e May," May said, telling the man her name.

The man smiled and said his name was Flavio before launching into a spiel in Portuguese. 

May smiled and put a hand on his arm. "Eu não falo Portuguese," she said. I don't speak Portuguese.

The man smiled and nodded. There was nothing left to say, so May sat on the bed. The man moved closer to her. May lifted up the man's shirt, and kissed his stomach. It was flat and hard, just a hint of the definition of a six-pack stomach. May continued to kiss his stomach as the man lifted his shirt over his head and threw it onto the shelf.

May grabbed the back of the man's legs, and then let her hands run up, over his clothed ass and onto his bare back. She gently scratched the man's back with her nails. She had been letting them grow for three weeks growth. Flavio's hands reached down and wrapped around May's back. His right hand started to massage her neck. May felt herself growing in her bikini bottoms.

May's tongue found Flavio's belly button, and she let her tongue slowly circle it, spiralling down into it like a ship being pulled into a whirlpool. Flavio's right hand continued to massage May's neck as his left hand crept down to May's back and found the clasp on her bikini top. He grabbed and flicked it, the top flung open and fell onto May's lap. 

Flavio reached around with his left hand and ran his hand over May's mostly flat chest. While her chest was flat, her nipples were already hard and thick, and Flavio took her right nipple between his thumb and index finger and started to massage it. May gasped, her hot breath warming Flavio's stomach.

May's hand scratched lightly across Flavio's back and around his sides, and then across his stomach, moving slowly towards the fly of his jeans, while May's mouth moved down from Flavio's belly button towards the top of his fly, giving his stomach soft little kisses all the way down.

Her hands arrived just before her mouth, and she undid the top button of his fly. She moved her mouth down in the opening in the fabric and kissed it, feeling the brush of hair on her lips. She undid the next button, and moved her mouth down further. This time her lips meet a full growth of curly hair.

She undid the next button of Flavio's pants. This exposed the base of his cock, most of the shaft and the head still hidden deeper in his pants. May kissed Flavio just at the base of his cock where it met his body. She stuck out her tongue and let it run back and forth along the base of his cock.

Flavio said something, and then hitched his thumbs in the sides of his pants and pulled them down. His cock sprung out of his pants and bounced up, catching May under her chin. May laughed and grabbed the cock. She ran her tongue over the head of the cock, teasing it with her tongue. 

Flavio's hands, having released his cock from his pants, went back to May's body. This time they both reached down and started to massage May's tender nipples.

May opened her lips and engulfed Flavio's cock. May easily handled Flavio's cock in her mouth. She took his full length in her mouth and pressed her lower lip up against his balls, flicking them gently with it. Flavio pulled on her nipples and then pushed her down on the bed.

Flavio crawled over May and positioned his hips above her head with his head above her panties. May reached up and grabbed his cock again, pulling it down into her mouth. Flavio grabbed May's bikini bottoms and pulled them off, revealing her penis. May's cock had just slightly risen, but was still soft and malleable. Flavio kissed the soft skin of her cock and May sucked on his hard one. He ran his tongue along the length of it, teasing the tip and kissing the bulbous head. May's cock started to grow.

Flavio took May in his mouth, and pumped up and down on her growing cock. With each stroke, May grew harder until she had finally reached her full length. Flavio started to push his hips up and down, fucking May's face while he sucked on her hard cock.

May, unable to see because of Flavio's hips blocking her view, reached behind her and felt blindly along the shelf until she found bowl holding the condoms. She grabbed on out of the bowl and showed it to Flavio. He pulled out of her mouth and May put the condom on Flavio as he continued to suck on her dick. Taking the condom in her mouth, May rolled it down onto his dick with her lips, a trick she had once seen a girl do on her back before her transition. May was pleased that she was able to complete the manoeuvre on the first try.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 07



Flavio pulled himself off May, and knelt on the bed between her legs. He grabbed her legs and held them up in the air and apart. May lifted her hips into the air, giving the customers good access to her ass. May grabbed Flavio's sheathed cock and guided it towards her asshole. With the tip of Flavio's dick against her puckered hole, Flavio pushed inside her.

Flavio started moving in and out of her. May grabbed her own cock and started stroking it. May closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open, soft moans coming out of with each stroke of her own hand or thrust into her from Flavio.

Flavio pulled out of May, and moved up the bed until he was straddling her chest. He pulled off the condom and started to whack off furiously, pointing his cock right at May's face. May opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and was rewarded quickly with a warm dose of semen landing in her mouth and onto her tongue. She kept her mouth open, letting it fill up as Flavio released a second, third and fourth gush of cum.

Flavio looked down at May, her open mouth filled with cum. He smiled as he watched the pretty girl swirl the cum around her mouth with her tongue, letting it gurgle and bubble for his amusement. Finally, with a quick suck like she was eating an oyster, she swallowed it in one gulp. May smiled, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing Flavio that his seed was now gone.

Flavio got dressed and left, leaving May an extra 20 Realis on the side of the sink. May cleaned herself up. She put her bikini back on, having to force her still hard penis up and towards the side of her leg to ensure that it was covered by the tiny bikini bottom. She went downstairs and took up a position on one of the side stages as directed by Ayrton.

A few minutes later April descended the stairs, and was directed over to the stage beside May. May looked over at April, who had a wide grin on her face.

May smiled at her. "You know, perhaps being undercover her in Brazil won't be so bad," she said, rubbing her hard dick through the fabric of her bikini bottoms.

April smiled back at May, and looked down. May followed April's gaze, and saw a large wet spot on April's bikini bottoms. April ran a finger along the wet spot, brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it. "No, I don't think it'll be bad at all. I think I'm going to like this," April said.

* * 

That night, and the following two nights, April and May worked at the Travestie a Go-Go, dancing on the small stage, and fucking customers up in the booths. 

Black Oak had told them not to make any moves until Patterson himself arrived in person, so during the day, the girls went down to the beach to get some sun. Jarvis Cleethorpe had packed both girls a wide variety of skimpy swimsuits to try on, and the girls liked going to the beach and seeing the reactions they would get. Some of the bikinis the girls could put in false breasts to give them a more womanly shape. Some of the bikinis didn't offer much cover another than a small strip of fabric over the nipple. With these bikinis, the girls had to go without fake breasts, exposing their flat chests and pretty clearly signalling to anyone that they were transsexuals. As Peter had said, though, it wasn't a problem, and the girls got lots of attention from the men on the beach, even if neither of them could understand a word the guys were saying for the most part.

Their third night there was slow at the club. April and May had both only seen two customers each, and by 1 o'clock in the morning, the club had emptied out. With no customers, the other girls ended up sitting at the tables, nursing Diet Cokes.

April and May sat at a table off to themselves, for the most part unable to understand the conversation of the mostly Portuguese girls working at the club. April sucked a Diet Coke threw a straw, while May scribbled something on a napkin.

April sighed. "I hope Patterson gets here soon. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like having lots of sex all night and lying on the beach all day, but I would like to also feel like we are making some progress in this case. At present, it feels pretty stalled."

May looked up at April, and pointed to a bunch of figures that she had written on the napkin. "Did you know we are only making a little over twenty-nine dollars American for every client we take upstairs? Between the room rental, the houses take and the various fees and charges, we're only getting 30% of the take while doing 100% of the work," she said.

April shrugged. "What do you care? It's not like it's our salary or anything. Remember that you are getting paid still by the American government."

May shook her head and tutted. "April, you are missing the point here. These poor girls... US poor girls, we are being taken advantage of by Ayrton. If customers are willing to spend one-hundred dollars to sleep with them... with US... then shouldn't we get the bulk of it."

April laughed. "What are you going to do, Norma Rae, start a union?"

May ignored the sarcasm. "Maybe I will," she said. May looked around the room, counting. "six... seven... eight... plus us two is ten. Think of how much extra money these girls could get if we just unshackled ourselves from Ayrton and..."

April shushed her and pointed at the door. "Look who just walked in."

Ayrton was at the door shaking the hand of a well-dressed thin, white man with grey hair. April and May both recognized him from the PatGen headquarters. Dr. Hugh Patterson.

April and May looked on intently as Ayrton chatted with Patterson. May turned to April. "We should move to see if we can get closer and overhear what they are saying," she said.

April shook her head. "Never mind, he's coming over."

Ayrton and Patterson walked over side-by-side, making a direct line for the girls. April and May sat up in their chairs.

Ayrton smiled at the girls. "April, May I want you to meet Dr. Hugh Patterson. He is a very important client of ours here at the Go-Go. I thought you would want to meet, as Dr. Patterson is a fellow American like yourselves."

April and May nodded politely at Patterson. He smiled back, grabbing the back of a chair. "Do you girls mind if I take a seat?" he asked.

"Not at all," April said. Patterson pulled out the chair and sat down.

Patterson asked Ayrton to bring him a Bacardi and Coke, and looked at the girls. A puzzled look crossed his face. "If you don't mind me saying it, you two look familiar. Have we met before?"

The girls had discussed the possibility that if they ran into Patterson in Rio, he might recognize them from New Jersey. They had agreed to not lie about it, figuring that if he looked them up in his files, any lies would look suspicious.

"Actually, we have met, briefly, in Jersey City. We are both new participants in your hormone replacement therapy trial," May said.

Patterson nodded and grinned. "Yes, of course. I knew I remembered you. So, last week you were in New Jersey, and this week you are down here in Brazil. Quite the travellers," he said.

April giggled. "We just heard that Rio was the place to come if you were girls like us looking for a good time, and maybe a quick buck or two."

Patterson nodded. "Knowing the cut this place gives their girls, I can't imagine you are making that quick a buck."

May kicked April under the table and mouthed the word, "See." April glared at her, and turned back to Patterson. "So, what brings you down here to Rio, doctor?" she asked.

The Doctor smiled. "Two things. First, we have a manufacturing plant down here, and so I have some work to do there. And secondly, to meet... how did you put it ... girls like you two looking for a good time." Ayrton returned at that moment with Patterson's drink. Patterson took it and shooed Ayrton away. He sat back and looked at April and May, taking a sip of his drink.

April and May were stunned. None of the intelligence they had on Patterson indicated any sort of preference for transsexuals. In fact, all the intelligence they had on him was that he was a squeaky-clean faithful husband to his wife of 12 years. Of course, April and May were also aware that American intelligence was not infallible, so they had to allow for the fact that this had been something that had been missed.

April spoke first. "Seems a long way to come, all the way to Brazil to meet some shemales when you have a whole roomfuls of them passing through your company for hormone trials," April said.

"Or the many fine tranny clubs across the River in New York City," May added.

Patterson nodded. "True, true, but I don't like to - excuse the crude expression - 'shit where I eat.' I have a loving and devoted wife who happens to know a gaggle of decent lawyers and has no pre-nup. Better to be safe than divorced and broke."

May and April exchanged a quick glance. They were both thinking the same thing, that getting some proof of Patterson in bed with a shemale would make excellent leverage against the man.

Patterson looked at the girls. "So, have you been keeping up with your hormone treatments, taking your pills every day?" April and May both nodded.

"Do you feel more womanly?" he asked. The girls again nodded.

Patterson leaned forward and stroked each girls cheek. "Well, you certainly look like beautiful women. I'd love to see if my treatment is helping you fuck like beautiful women. What do you say, girls? Would you like to show me how much like women you can be?"

"Only if you show us what a man you are and take us both at one," May said.

Patterson smiled and nodded. "Okay, girls, let's go. Back to my place?"

April looked over at Ayrton. "Our shift isn't over yet," April said.

"Don't worry, I release you from the rest of your shift." He stood up. "Oh, didn't I mention, I own this place. I guess that would be a third reason for coming down here."

The girls ran upstairs and changed into jeans and t-shirts, and returned down to the club. Patterson smiled at the girls. "Shall we go?"

Patterson, his arms slung around the waists of April and May, walked out of the club smiling.

* * 

Patterson had his own apartment in Rio, a penthouse overlooking Copacabana beach. The girls looked out the floor to ceiling windows into a murky blackness. "Moonless and cloudy night," Patterson said. "it's a hell of a view out onto the ocean, though. You'll see tomorrow morning."

Patterson led the girls to his bedroom, and asked them to strip. "I want to see how you are progressing," he said. The girls did as instructed, and Patterson walked around, gently probing their bodies. "Some breast development, not much facial hair or other body hair. Have you noticed any plumping up of your hips, ass or thighs, or any of your body hair getting lighter or less coarse?" he asked. The girls nodded. May, especially had noticed that her ass and hips had expanded, not noticeably to her naked eye, but she had noticed that a couple of her tighter pairs of pants had got very snug.

Patterson smiled. "Progressing very nicely," he said. "You'll be full women in no time."

Patterson fell to his knees and stroked the girls cocks, one with each hand. "And now the important question, have either of you noticed any decrease in sexual arousal or sex drive?" He pulled May closer to him, and licked her soft cock.

May moaned softly, "No, I want to fuck and get fucked as much as usual."

Patterson nodded, keeping his eyes riveted on May's cock. "Good to hear, because I want to suck on this cock until it spews into my mouth," Patterson said. He took May's soft dick in his mouth, and started to suck on it while still softly stroking April's dick.

Both girls soon got hard, and Patterson started moving from one girl to the other, sucking one while stroking the other. 

April reached over and started to caress May's nipples. May's nipples responded to April's touch and hardened. April leaned over and started to suck on May's hard button nipples. May moaned, stroking April's head.

Patterson pulled the girls close together, until their hips were touching. He opened his mouth widely, and pulled both girls into his mouth at once. The girls started to move their hips, pushing their cocks in and out of Patterson's mouth. He reached around and placed a hand on each girl's ass, and started pushing against their asses to guide them, faster and deeper into his mouth.

April kissed up May's chest until she could lick and suck on her neck. May leaned her head back and exposed more of her neck. April planted her mouth firmly upon it and started to suck on it, her tongue flicking the bulge of skin that her mouth was suctioning on May's neck.

May grabbed April's head and turned it upwards. May opened her mouth and put it onto April's mouth. April opened her mouth and soon their tongues were flirting with each other. The girl's hands wandered over each other's bodies, grabbing at nipples, hips and asses, and one would give the occasional stroke of Patterson's grey hair.

Both girls were starting to feel the building orgasm coming, and started to push hard and fast into Patterson's mouth. Patterson opened his mouth as much as he could, and passively let the girls fuck it as they wanted. April came first, one long, warm dose of semen hitting the back of Patterson's throat. May followed quickly after, giving Patterson six quick bursts of cum shooting out of her and mixing with the glob already sitting in Patterson's mouth. 

Patterson leaned his head back, pulling himself off the girls. He closed his mouth and moved the cum around in his mouth with his tongue, letting it coat completely his tongue so he could experience every possible taste sensation. Having savoured the taste, Patterson finally swallowed down the cum with a delighted quiver.

"Thank you, ladies, that is just what I needed," he said.

"Do you want us to take care of you now?" April asked.

Patterson shook his head. "No, I have an early meeting tomorrow, and am feeling very tired from flying today. Why don't we just lie down together on my bed and get a good night's sleep. I am sure we'll have more than enough time in the future for other experiences."

The Doctor and his two trial patients climbed into the bed. April looked back at her mobile phone. She had placed it on the dresser as she had undressed, leaving it open and recording video. She'd have to wait until the morning to see if the images could be used to blackmail Patterson.

* * 

The next morning Patterson's alarm rang at seven in the morning. All three of the sleeping bodies on his king size bed groaned. Despite having been there for three days already, April and May had not bothered adjusting to Brazil time, as they were up so late at nights working at the club, and Brazil was an hour earlier than New York time, meaning that it was six in the morning. Patterson groaned because he had only been in town a day.

Patterson got up and showered wordlessly. Once he was in the shower, April bounced up and checked the video on the mobile phone. In the first part, Patterson was clearly visible, but that was when he was "examining" them. 

"It's a little too clinical to use as blackmail, especially seeing as we are patients," May said, and April nodded.

When Patterson dropped to his knees and started sucking them off, their bodies unfortunately blocked his, so while you could imply what was happening, it was not definite. The video cut out due to the maximum being recorded before the three had climbed into bed together.

April smirked. "Well, it's something, but we can do better. We should call Peter at the embassy and see if he can get us a decent camera that we can use for the next time." May agreed.

The girls got dressed, and waited for Patterson to finish in the washroom. He came out dressed in a white shirt, black tie and black slacks, and was carrying a white lab coat.

"Well ladies, it has been lovely. I'd like to do this again. Unfortunately I am going to be very busy the next few days with work, and then may have to fly up Caracas. I assume you'll be coming back to New Jersey in a couple weeks time for your check-up in the trial. Perhaps we can see each other then," Patterson said.

April frowned. They definitely didn't want to wait a couple of weeks to catch Patterson on film again. "Are you sure we can't see you again before you go? Maybe tonight?"

Patterson shook his head. "Not possible tonight. Perhaps tomorrow night. If I am free, why don't I meet you at the club," he said. He kissed the two girls, and headed to the door. "Feel free to use the shower, if you wish. I know the showers are cold at the club, so you might want a nice, warm shower. There is 1200 Reais on the table for you, I assume you can use a little of that money to get a taxi back to the club. See you soon, ladies."

Patterson left. May closed her eyes and imagined the warm shower flowing over her body, but then looked over at April. May frowned. She knew exactly what April was going to say next.

"We don't have time for a shower. We need to follow him to see where he is going."

May sighed and nodded. The girls grabbed the 1200 Reais off the dresser and ran out of the beautiful penthouse apartment, not even noticing the view out the window of the sandy crescent of Copacabana beach and beyond it, the sun slowly climbing above the Atlantic Ocean.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 08



Ria was sitting in the bar of the Ritz Carlton hotel in Las Condes, Santiago, reading an article on the Las Vegas race on the ESPN Desportes website. The article said that Carlos Sanz looked much improved over last year, and that his off season time with the sports performance experts must have helped. It ended with a short tribute to Luis Tabernas, noting that a heart attack had felled him just a week before the racing season started. The article ended with a quote from Andre Fernandez that the Cabo Blanco Racing Team's season this year would be dedicated to the memory of Luis.

Ria yawned and stretched, looking at her watch. Five in the afternoon. She had been in Santiago for seven hours now, but hadn't slept well on the plane the night before. She promised herself an early night.

She checked schedule of events that Isabella had sent via email to all the girls. The schedule was pretty light for the next few days, a few appearances at some live events and a couple TV shows, but mostly the girls had time to themselves. The Santiago race wasn't for another two weeks less a day, and most of the promotional events were packed into the eight days before the race. 

Ria took a sip of her Pisco Sour, a drink the bartender had recommended as a local speciality, though when he served her, he leaned forward and told Ria, in a conspiratorial tone, that he was from Peru and in reality the Peruvians invented the drink. It wasn't a bad drink. Pisco was a strong local brandy with a bite, but it was nicely offset by the creaminess of the mix of lime juice, sugar, egg whites and bitters.

Ria scanned the wood panelled bar. There were only a few tables occupied, but Ria recognised most of the people sitting in the soft, leather chairs. One table had three mechanics from the Cabo Blanco Team. At another table, a couple Cabo Blanco public relations people were softly arguing over a stack of papers. A third table had three men who Ria was pretty sure were mechanics from the Patterson Racing Team. Finally, at the bar, sitting by herself reading a book, was Gabriela, as usual ignoring everyone around her.

There was movement by the door, and Ria looked over. Piston Clark, CEO of the racing league and Jorge Ortiz, the Advisor on Latin America entered the room. They walked over to a table a couple seats away from Ria. She nodded at them, and they nodded back. There was no hint of recognition on their faces of who Ria was. Ria was one of many beautiful women that travelled with the Racing Teams, so she wasn't surprised the men wouldn't be able to place her.

The bartender came over, and the men ordered two bottles of Cristal. Ria was impressed at the lavishness of the two executives, each ordering a bottle of top shelf Champagne. The impression was shattered when the bartender returned with two bottles of beer, and Ria realized that Cristal was the name of the local popular brew.

Piston leaned in towards Ortiz and started speaking in a low voice. Despite that, Ria could just barely make out what they were saying. Ria pretended to be working on her laptop as she eavesdropped on the men.

"Jorge, I am really concerned about what is going on. You know, I keep hearing these rumours that Luis didn't die of a heart attack, that he was killed. Gunned down in his own house," Piston said. "I've always been suspicious of the Tabernas, but I've turned a blind eye to it. Now, though, I'm worried that their activities could spill into the racing itself and taint the whole league."

Ortiz looked around the room. "Piston, watch what you say," Ortiz said in English. He then switched to German, "There are people here who shouldn't overhear what you are saying. You are comfortable to speak in German, correct?"

Piston smirked. He said in German, "You know that my mother was German and raised me to speak the language, so yes, if you want to speak German, that's fine."

No doubt the men thought they were safe speaking in German, and language unlikely to be spoken by the others in the bar. They failed to realize that German was one of the languages that Ria spoke. She continued to pretend to work on her laptop while listening to the men's conversation.

Piston continued to speak. "I know that the league was on bad footing when you arrived, and the money that the investors have brought in has been most welcome. Some of the people the investors are pushing us to get mixed up with, though, are dealing in a very murky underworld. If it came to light, the league would be ruined."

Ortiz placed hand on Piston's shoulder. "Piston, don't worry, nothing is going to taint the reputation of this league. We are very careful to protect that. You know that I have a close relationship with our investors, and I can assure you while they know some of the money we are getting is suspect, that for the for the good the league and the good of our more lofty goals, that we are willing to deal with the darkness. Sometimes you have to deal with the devil to get to the greater good."

Piston brushed Ortiz's hand off his shoulder. "What about you, and your reputation? You are a respected lawyer and want to become a politician. You don't think that people like the Tabernas' are going to ruin your chances at that."

Ortiz shook his head, smiling. "Far from it. The problems that South America faces - drugs, violence, rebellion - all these can't be dealt with by just ignoring them or resisting against them with ineffective military or police actions. We need to lift the entire continent, every single person, out of poverty and give them legitimate opportunities. Once that happens, the darkness will fade. I need to deal with these people now so I can make them impotent them later. In this case, the means - working with the enemy - justifies the ends - a stronger Colombia and a stronger Latin America."

Piston frowned and sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Ortiz leaned forward, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder again. "Piston, Latin American needs this Racing series," Ortiz said, switching back to English. "This league is the first of many pan-American initiatives I hope to see implemented. The full strength of this region can only be achieved if all the countries work together to overcome our problems with drugs and armed violence. This league, it gives the region a hope, a belief that we - Latin Americans - can be a strong force together. That is why I work here, and why I work so hard."

Ortiz stood up. "I know you might not care as passionately about the fate of Latin America as I do, but please keep in mind that we are running more than just a racing series here. We are building a region into a first world power." Ortiz smiled and walked out of the bar.

Piston slumped in his chair, looking dejected. Ria considered going over and joining him, so he didn't have to be alone, but before she moved Gabriela had already made her way over from the bar. "You look tense, Mr. Clark," she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. She massaged his shoulders. Piston closed his eyes and slowly turned his neck in circles.

Piston opened his eyes and leaned his head back, looking up at Gabriela. "Would you like to join me? You can have Ortiz's beer. He didn't even touch it."

Gabriela said down opposite Piston, smiling. Ria closed her laptop and walked out of the bar.

* * 

Ria walked out into the lobby. A number of well-dressed people were enjoying a proper English tea in the afternoon sun of the lobby lounge. Ria saw Isabella standing near the entrance of the hotel, talking to Fernandez. As usual, Carlos was not far away, leaning against the concierge desk while watching Isabella and Fernandez. Across the lobby, Emma and Marisa were chatting. Emma noticed Ria, and called out.

"Ria," Emma called out, her voice echoing throughout the staid lobby of the Ritz-Carlton. Emma didn't notice the disapproving looks from the well-dressed people enjoying high tea in the lobby. "Ria, over here," she called out again. A lady in a full length gown let out a gasp, and a man in a dinner jacket said a barely audible, "Obnoxious Americans."

Ria motioned for Emma to be quiet, and walked over to the two girls.

Emma smiled and hugged Ria, and then extended a hand out and pulled Marisa into the hug as well. "Yay! We are in Chile! How fun is this? We have lots of free time over the next few days, we should totally hang out and party, don't you think?"

Ria and Marisa looked at each other. Marisa raised an eyebrow.

Emma released the girls and pulled a brochure out of her pocket. "So, did you know the area of Santiago we are in is known as Sanhattan, because it is like Manhattan of Chile, with lots of banks and stuff? And there is a bunch of clubs and bars and restaurants just a few blocks from here? This one sounds fun to start - Pub Licity. Get it - PUB LICITY." Emma looked at the girls with wide, puppy dog eyes.

Marisa looked over towards the entrance of the hotel, where Isabella had just finished talking to Fernandez. Isabella started to walk towards the elevators. "Umm, I don't think I can," Marisa said. "I have to run. Why don't get you Carlos to take you out tonight. He seems to like you," Marisa said as she walked away, towards the elevators and Isabella.

Emma sighed, looking at Marisa as she walked away. "I would, but Carlos said he's busy tonight." Emma turned to Ria. "So, just you and me then. Pub Licity sound good to you?"

Ria was watching Carlos. He was looking at Fernandez, but also talking to the Concierge at the same time. The Concierge handed Carlos a piece of paper. Carlos signed it, and handed it back to the Concierge. Carlos walked away from the desk and made a beeline for Fernandez.

Ria continued to watch as Carlos walked across the lobby. "You know, I'd love to Emma, but I am very tired from the flight today." Ria walked away from Emma, looking over her shoulder and calling back, "maybe tomorrow."

Emma's shoulders drooped and her lips formed a pout. Just then, the three Cabo Blanco mechanics walked out from the bar. They smiled at Emma. She smiled back, and then held up her brochure. "Hey, do you boys like Irish pubs?"

Ria undid a button on her top and put on a bright smile as she approached the Concierge desk. The Concierge looked up at her, and Ria saw his eyes head directly to Ria's cleavage.

"Hello there," Ria said. "How are you today?"

The Concierge, his eyes glued to Ria's bosom, mumbled, "fine, thank you."

Ria leaned forward over the Concierge desk and pulled her arms tight against her body, pushing her bosom up and together. The Concierge whimpered. 

"Can you answer me a question," Ria asked.

"Of course," the Concierge replied, his voice cracking.

"My co-worker, Carlos, was just over here. Was he asking for restaurant recommendations?" Ria asked.

The Concierge shook his head without his eyes moving their gaze from Ria's chest. "No, he was renting a car," the Concierge said.

"Ah, he's off doing some site seeing then. Is he off to see the wineries, or maybe the mountains?" Ria asked, leaning closer to the Concierge.

"No, he didn't say where he was going, specifically. He did ask the fastest way to the airport, though."

Ria stood up. "Thanks, that'll be all." she said, walking away. She took four steps and then turned around. She walked back to the Concierge's desk and put her elbows down on his desk. He rested her head on her hands, her bosom stuck between her two arms, almost bursting out from her shirt. A big smile came across her face. "Actually, on second thought, I think I need to discretely follow my co-worker. Do you know someone who could drive me?"

The Concierge's lip quivered, and he managed to squeak out the word, "yes."

Ria smiled and looked at the Concierge's name tag. "And tell me, Pepe, would you be the one driving me?"

The Concierge, eyes wide, swallowed and nodded.

* * 

As the tongue flicked on Isabella's clitoris, Isabella lost control of her legs. Just for a moment, but long enough that they both gave an involuntary kick into the air. Isabella leaned back, arching her back. Her small breasts, topped by erect nipples, rose up into the air, like rounded mountains rising from the sea crested by red peaks. Isabella let out a long, low moan, and reached down at the head between her legs. Isabella grabbed the thick black hair, and pushed Marisa's face down into her groin, grinding her hips against the soft lips and strong tongue of Marisa.

Marisa's lips wrapped around Isabella's engorged clit, sucking on it like a sweet candy treat. Marisa slid her right arm up towards Isabella's pussy. She ran her fingers along Isabella's lips. The were slick with Isabella's juice, parted open. Marisa slid two fingers into Isabella. Isabella's hips bucked upwards, pushing against Marisa's face. Marisa flicked Isabella's clit with her tongue, and then took it between her lips again. Marisa's fingers worked in and out of Isabella's slick vagina.

Marisa was on all fours on the bed, and she had shoved a pillow between her legs, allowing to rub her pussy and clit against the pillow while she sucked on Isabella's twat. Marisa could feel the edge of the pillow where she was rubbing getting increasingly wet as her pussy became increasingly excited and started to seep.

Isabella called out, "deeper." Marisa pushed her fingers as far as she could into Isabella, burying herself up to the knuckles. Isabella pushed her hips up and against Marisa's hand, wanting more insider her. She held her hips in the air, and started to rotate her hips, causing Marisa's fingers to circle the walls of Isabella's pussy.

Marisa pulled her fingers out of Isabella, and then moved in with her tongue, plunging herself as deep as she could into Isabella. Marisa's tongue soaked up the juice from Isabella's pussy. She tasted creamy with a tang, like butter mixed with lemon. Isabella's hand reached down to her crotch, and she started to finger her clit as Marisa's tongue pushed deep into her.

Marisa's hips were working back and forth on the pillow between her legs with long, slow strokes. The seam of the pillow had worked perfectly in between Marisa's lips, making solid contact with her clit. Each thrust back and forth with her hips gave Marisa a jolt of pleasure as the cotton pillow rubbed along her clit.

Isabella grabbed Marisa's head and pulled it off her crotch. "God, My pussy needs a good, hard, deep fucking," Isabella said.

Marisa lifted herself off the pillow, and stroked her pussy lips. Isabella looked at Marisa's mostly shaved crotch, just a patch of hair atop the pussy, her lips spread wide and clitoris visible, hard and swollen. Marisa smiled. "I can give your beautiful pussy a good and hard licking and fucking with my lips, tongue and fingers, baby, but I'm not sure I have the right equipment for a deep fucking." 

Isabella smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Don't be so sure," she said, jumping up from the bed and running over to a suitcase laid out on a stand near the closet. "I brought something that I think will give both of us a good, hard AND DEEP fucking."

Isabella reached into the bag, and then pulled out a massive, black rubber double-headed dildo. Marisa laughed, and lay back on the bed.

Isabella walked slowly over to the bed, seductively stroking the big dildo. Marisa looked at the woman walking towards her. Tall and thin, not an ounce of fat on her with small, perfectly shaped breasts and a smooth, shaved pussy. Her face, stoic and uninviting when at work, softened when they were alone, becoming very expressive, and the emotion most often expressed seemed to be lust.

Isabella similarly examined the girl on her bed. She was small and compact, only a few inches over five feet, with a strong and flexible body with slight curve at her hips and a little flesh on her butt. Her chest billowed out into a large pair of tits, only B cups but on the small girl they looked bigger. Marisa's face was cute, the stereotypical girl next door, but Isabella knew those innocent looks hid well a kinky and sexually expressive girl.

Isabella knelt between Marisa's open legs, and ran on head of the double-headed dildo along Marisa's wet pussy lips. Marisa trembled and moaned, her hips subconsciously rising in the air and pressing closer to the tip of the dildo. Isabella leaned over and kissed Marisa's mouth, their lips parted and tongues grappling. Marisa felt Isabella push the tip of the dildo into her. Marisa gasped as a spasm shook her body. The large dildo slowly worked deeper inside her. Marisa reached out and grasped Isabella, digging her nails into the woman's back.

Isabella put her thumb on Marisa's clit and started to massage it while she worked the dildo in and out of her pussy. Marisa started to push herself up and down on the dildo, and Isabella knew it was time to join Marisa.

Isabella broke off the kiss. She lay on her back and pulled her pussy close to the dildo. Isabella held the double headed dildo in the center and pushed herself down on the second head. She gasped as the large black rubber head squeezed itself into her, and she clawed at the bed spread with her free hand. "Oh God, it's big," Isabella cried out. She rested for a moment, and then she lifted herself off the bed and pressed down onto the double-headed dick. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she cried out as the dildo pressed into her. Isabella pressed herself down until her pussy pressed against her hand holding the black rubber cock.

The two women now shifted around to find a comfortable position, intertwining their spread legs and propping themselves up on their upper backs and elbows to get their hips slightly off the bed and give themselves a little more free movement. Once comfortable, the two women started to thrust themselves up and down on the black rubber of the double-header.

Marisa reached down and placed her fingers on top Isabella's clit, rubbing in synchronously with each thrust of the dildo in and out of Isabella's pussy. Isabella's hand found Marisa's clit, and the two women played with each other as they pressed the dildo in and out of their pussies.

Marisa's left hand reached out, blindly grasping Isabella's leg. Isabella felt the nails on Marisa's left hand dig into the skin of her leg, and the fingers over her clit start trembling. Isabella started to push herself harder and deeper onto the dildo, and pressed her hips up in the air to increase the pressure on her clit from Marisa's hand.

The women exploded in long, simultaneous orgasms. Eyes rolled back in their heads as they were gripped by a feverish ecstasy, conscious control of their bodies handed over to the subconscious, mind passing control to groin. Their legs flailed and kicked helplessly. Their hips ground in a frenzy against each other and the dildo. Their hands blindly and furiously stroking and slapping the other woman's clit. From their mouths, screamed exclamations to God and moaned growls, loud and low. 

Slowly, the orgasms which controlled their bodies started to fade, and the women regained control. Panting, sweating, limbs drained of power, the women slowly pulled themselves off the dildo. Marisa crawled up, and lay herself on Isabella's chest. Marisa felt the rise and fall of Isabella's breathing, and her body matched it. As the minutes passed, their synchronized breathing slowed until it returned to normal.

The room was silent except for the woman's soft breathing. Isabella stroked Marisa's hair, kissing the top of her head. Marisa slowly ran her hand up and down Isabella's side, resting her head against her breast and listening to the woman's heart beat. "I could stay like this forever," Isabella said. Marisa responded by giving Isabella's right arm a soft, tender squeeze. The room returned to silence.

The silence was broken by the mechanical buzz of a mobile phone. Isabella reached over to the bedside table, and picked up her phone. She flipped it open, looked at it, and closed it. Isabella kissed Marisa on the head, and Marisa felt Isabella slowly start to rise.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 08



"Are you leaving?" Marisa asked. This was not the first time Isabella had rushed off at the buzz of a text message. "Where are you always going? Why are you always running off?"

"I have work to do, important marketing work for the racing series," Isabella said.

"Now?" Marisa asked. She looked at the clock. "It's six in the evening. Can't it wait until tomorrow? Come and lie with me," Marisa said, patting the bed.

Isabella frowned. "I am sorry, Marisa, but I have responsibilities. I... I just don't think you'd understand. I'm going to take a quick shower, and then I have to go." Isabella came over and kissed Marisa on the head, and then went into the shower.

Marisa lay on the bed looking at the ceiling until she heard the shower start. Marisa turned over on her side and leaned on her elbow. There on the bedside table was Isabella's phone. Marisa grabbed it and called up the recent text messages.

"Need you now. Meet in usual place in Lo Prado. K."

The message was from a Chilean number that Isabella had labelled as "K - Santiago" Marisa copied down the number on a sheet of the hotel stationery, and the message.

"Lo Prado, what is that?" she said to herself. Isabella's computer was booted up and wasn't locked, so she quickly called up Google and typed in Lo Prado. Lo Prado was a neighbourhood in Santiago out in the west end.

Marisa closed the web browser, and then cleared the entry out of the cache and the history. She put the phone back where she had picked it up, and pulled on her jeans and t-shirt.

"So, Isabella, off to meet your mystery caller in Lo Prado? If you keep refusing to tell me who you are meeting, there is only one thing to do. I'll have to follow you out there," Marisa left the hotel room just as Isabella turned the water off in the shower.

* *

Pepe's car was a rusty Volkswagen Golf that had a tendency to cough thick black smoke out of the exhaust whenever he changed gears. In a city that had nicknamed itself after Manhattan and prided itself on being one of the most successful economies in South America, most people were driving new, well maintained cars. Pepe's pollution-spewing rust bucket stood out far more than Ria would have liked.

Ria put out her hand, screaming over the pounding dance music. "Ease up, you're too close. We don't want him to see us," she said.

Pepe, head bopping along to the electronic blasting from the stereo, yelled out, "what?" 

Ria looked over at him and scowled. The stereo was probably worth four times what the car was. She grabbed the volume knob and twisted it down. "I said slow down, leave some distance between us and him."

Pepe nodded, and slowed down. He looked over at Ria, who was craning her head to the right and left, trying to follow the progress of Carlos' rental Peugeot in the traffic ahead.

"So, after we follow Mr. Sanz, maybe we could go out? I know a nice little place near my house with good food and good music," he said. Pepe reached out and put his hand on Ria's knee.

Ria batted his hand away. "Pepe, pay attention to the road. I think he's getting off, get over to the right." 

Pepe frowned. He was starting to think that his chances of taking the beautiful girl around for his friends to see wasn't going to happen. It was just like all the other fancy women who stay at the hotel, they all make nice to Pepe until he books them on the sold out wine tour or gets them tickets to the Opera, and then they ignore him. Pepe sighed loudly.

Ria pressed her head against the window and watched as the blue Peugeot got off the main highway and onto the service road running along the highway. "Yes, he got off. Take this next ramp, Pepe," she said.

For a moment Pepe thought about driving on. He was sick of being bossed around by beautiful women, sick of taking orders. He didn't, of course. Just like every other time he gave in, and did exactly what she asked. "Stupid, Pepe," he scolded himself silently. "You do what they want, and they will never do what you want!"

Ria watched as Carlos' car came to an intersection and made a left turn. "Up there, Pepe, turn left."

Pepe frowned. "Why do you follow Mr. Sanz, Ms. Ortega?"

Ria leaned forward to try and watch Carlos' progress through the columns supporting the elevated highway beside them. "Ummm, he's my boyfriend and I think he's cheating on me," she said, distractedly.

Pepe sucked in a breath, puffing up his chest. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be cheated on. Maybe you need a new boyfriend, someone who would worship you, treat you like the goddess you are?" Pepe said, hopefully.

"Left here, Pepe. LEFT!" she said as Pepe almost drove through the intersection.

Pepe's chest deflated. He looked over at Ria, but she wasn't even looking at him, instead staring at the road ahead, and the cheating pig Carlos. Why do the beautiful women always go for the men that treat them so bad, Pepe asked himself.

Carlos' car slowed. Ria put her hand out and braced it against Pepe's chest. "Stop the car, NOW!" she said.

Pepe slammed on the brakes. His heart leaped from his chest with the touch of the beautiful woman. He was always telling his friends about the women who stayed at the hotel and slept with him, lonely wives whose husbands worked too much, horny daughters dragged away on family vacations and sexy single women looking for some famous Latin American heat. The truth, which Pepe barely liked to admit to himself, was that he had never touched a woman in that way. He longed to, so much. He saw them by the pool in their bikinis, and could barely contain himself. It always ended like this, though, the woman off with some asshole who didn't even care for her, let alone have the capacity to love her.

Ria walked at Carlos' car pulled into a parking lot by a warehouse. "Pull in this lot over here," Ria said, pointing to a parking lot between two warehouses.

Pepe looked around. "I don't think Carlos is here to cheat with a woman. This is all warehouses for stuff to fly out of the country," he said.

Ria looked around, and said to herself. "This must be where they offloaded the shipment from Vegas." Ria leaned into the car. "Pepe, stay here. I'll be back soon, and then we can go out and grab some food or something, if you want, okay? But you have to stay here and stay out of sight."

Ria closed the door of Pepe's car, and sprinted across the street until she was safely in the shadow of the warehouses. She made her way quickly but silently down the street towards Carlos' car. She was half-way to the spot where he turned in when she saw him make a dash across the street to the other side. She pressed herself into the shadows and watched where he went. He ran down the side of a building and disappeared from Ria's sight. 

Ria looked up and down the street and scanned the buildings around her. She didn't see anyone watching, so she sprinted across the street and made a beeline for the building Carlos had run down the side of. She stopped at the corner of the building, and peaked around. She saw Carlos at the about half-way down, crouched behind a dumpster. She also saw a couple of large men close to the end of the building, they were both holding rifles.

Ria ducked back under cover. Ria ran over to the other side of the building and peaked around. More men near the end of the building. She counted them. Four of them, three with rifles. She went back to the other side and peaked around the corner again. Carlos was on the move. The two men with rifles had walked down to the end of the building and were facing away from Carlos, so he was making a break for a door on the side of the building.

Ria broke into a run. She sprinted down the side of the building, keeping her eyes fixed on the men with the rifles. She saw a whiff of smoke rise above them. Ria ran full out, hoping that they men would at least finish a full cigarette before turning back around.

Ria came up to the dumpster. She looked towards the door. This was the last place she could take cover. If she kept running, she wouldn't have a place to hide if the men turned around. She figured it would take her 5 seconds to make it to the door that Carlos had gone in. She kept sprinting.

1 second...

Another puff of smoke above the guards, one of the men leaned back and shook with laughter.

2 seconds...

The guard that was laughing made a movement with his arm, like he was swatting away a fly or perhaps flicking away his cigarette. Ria looked at the distance to the door and hoped that it was a fly.

3 seconds...

The second guard dropped his hand to his side. Ria saw a flash of red near the man's foot, embers flying off the end of a cigarette hitting the ground.

4 seconds...

The laughing guard held up his weapon, examining it in the late afternoon light. The second guard lifted his foot and stomp down on his cigarette butt.

5 seconds...

The guard who stamped out his cigarette stretched his hands in the air, yawning in a big breath of fresh air.

The laughing guard started to spin around. His head pivoted towards the alleyway Ria was running down. He put his foot down, and then quickly looked down as he lifted his foot. The guard saw a string of pink bubble gum strung between the sole of his shoe and the ground. He batted at it with his rifle tip until the gum fell away.

6 seconds...

The laughing guard caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up, but the alley was empty. He wrote it off to his imagination.

* * 

Ria crept through darkened corridors. There was a warren of little offices that lined the side of the warehouse, though all seem abandoned. Ria would occasionally catch glimpses of a large space off to her left, and shipping containers, like she had seen in Las Vegas.

She had lost Carlos. She couldn't be sure if he had headed out towards the open space, or was hidden somewhere in the dark office space she was in. She strained to see into the blackness, but her eyes just couldn't adjust to the dark. She tentatively took a few steps forward. She heard something behind her. She started to twist around to see what it was, but something grabbed her and held her in place. An arm wrapped around her torso and arms, locking them uselessly by her side. A second arm wrapped around her head and covered her mouth, stifling any scream.

Ria opened her mouth, and then bit down on the arm. She heard a soft grunt from behind her, and felt her captor's grip loosen slightly before it clamped down harder. She chomped down again, but this time her captor didn't react.

Her captor pulled her down the hallway. She tried kicking at whoever held her, but her legs flailed at air. She was dragged over a raised threshold, and then flung from her captors grasp. Ria bounced off a nearby wall and slumped to the ground. She heard a muffled thud, and suddenly a light shone into her face.

"Who are you working for?" a voice asked. Ria recognized it as Carlos' voice. She couldn't see him, she could see nothing except the single beam of light shining in her eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing, Carlos," she retorted. Ria started to stand up.

"Don't move, I have a gun," Carlos said. Ria froze.

Carlos moved closer, the light increasing in intensity. "Now, answer me, who are you working for?"

Ria squinted at the light, saying nothing. Carlos took another step, the light now within a few feet of Ria's face. The beam was bright and intense, and Ria could feel the heat of the light on her face. Carlos forcefully said, "I swear to God, I will shot you if you don't tell me who..."

He never got to finish his sentence. Ria's leg kicked out and made contact with his stomach. He doubled over. Ria wrenched the flashlight from his hands and smashed the heavy handle down on his head. Carlos, dazed, staggered and sprawled out on his stomach. Ria shined the beam on him. 

"Where is that gun you were talking about?" she asked, looking at the floor around him and seeing no weapon.

Carlos looked up and started to say something, but Ria, kicked him in the side of the head. Clutching his head, he rolled over on his back. Ria lunged down and straddled his chest, trapping his arms helplessly beneath him. She reached down and grasped his throat with one hand while holding the flashlight above his face with the other.

She squeezed his throat, choking off his air supply. "Now, let me be the one that asks the questions. What do you do for Fernandez?" she said.

Ria released his throat. Carlos sputtered and coughed. "Fernandez, I don't work for... GAWK." Ria had closed her hand around his throat again.

She moved the flashlight a little closer. "Let's try this again. I know you are working for Fernandez. What I don't know is what your role is, or how close Fernandez is to the Aguila Roja. You need to start telling me those things if you want to keep breathing," Ria said.

Ria released Carlos' throat. He gasped for breath. "I swear, I don't work for Fernandez. I don't work for the Aguila Roja. I work against him."

Ria smashed the flashlight down on Carlos' forehead. He yelped. She closed her fist around his throat again. "Listen, we can do this all night. If you have a choking fetish, then maybe you'll like this. Otherwise, I think you'll find the increasingly longer periods without air in your lungs to be bothersome. Now, again, what do you do for Fernandez?"

Ria released Carlos' throat. He gulped in air. "Okay, okay. I admit it. I work for Fernandez," he said, defeated.

Ria smiled. "Doing what?" she asked.

"This," Carlos said. Ria felt Carlos' legs fly up and wrap around her neck. He jerked them back to the ground. Ria was thrown up off Carlos' chest and smashed down onto the concrete floor. Carlos' legs started to squeeze around Ria's throat.

"I don't know who you are, or what you are doing here," he said. "But I can't have to following me around." He tightened the grip of his legs around her throat. Ria started to feel faint, her peripheral vision going black.

Just then, from outside the room Carlos and Ria heard someone yelling. "Ms. Ortega, please, help me! Ms. Ortega, some men have me, please help me!"

Carlos let off the pressure on Ria's throat. "Who the hell is that?" he asked.

Ria, gasping, replied, "Pepe, the Concierge from the hotel. He's the one that drove me out here."

"The Concierge from the hotel drove you here? Who the hell do you work for?"

* * 

Right after Ria had left him, Pepe had waited in the car as she had asked, happy in thought that Ria would return and he could take her around for his friends to see. Even if he didn't get to sleep with her, at least being seen with a beautiful woman like that would help his reputation. 

After a few minutes, doubted started to creep in. It was obvious Carlos wasn't here for an affair. There was nothing around here but a bunch of warehouses. Pepe thought it over. Ria would find Carlos. They would make up, and leave together. Pepe would go home alone.

"No," Pepe said to himself. "It is time to be a man. I will go out there and tell Ms. Ortega that she deserves better than the cheating, lying Mr. Sanz. I will show her that she needs a real man, and I am a real man."

Pepe got out of his car and walked towards the warehouses he had seen Ria run off towards.

* * * 

Carlos let Ria out of the choke hold. They agreed that no matter who they were working for, the biggest problem both of them had right now was that Pepe was giving away the fact they were both here and putting them at risk of getting caught. "We can figure out later who the hell each other is, and then I can decide if I'll kill you," Carlos said.

Ria and Carlos crept out of the office, and down the hall. "Ms. Ortega, please, help me!" they heard Pepe cry. They moved towards the sound. The two guards had pulled Pepe into a small office, and had him sitting on the floor, guns to his head.

One of the guards turned to the other guard. "Go and get Fernandez and see what he wants to do about this guy," the guard said.

The second guard nodded and started to walk out. Carlos pressed himself against the wall, and waited until the guard was fully out the door. Then he grabbed the guard's gun and simultaneously brought his elbow down on the guards shoulder. The guard howled with pain and let go of his gun, which Carlos quickly flipped around and pointed at the man's chest.

"Back in the room, slowly," Carlos said. The man walked backwards slowly into the room. Carlos looked over the guard's shoulder at the other guard, his gun still pointed at Pepe's head. "You better drop that weapon unless you want your friend here to get it," Carlos said.

The guard dropped his gun, and at Carlos' instructions kicked it over to Ria.

Pepe looked up and nearly wept. "Oh, Thank God, Ms. Ortega. I thought they were going to kill me," he said, voice cracking.

Ria didn't look a Pepe, instead keeping her eyes and muzzle pointed at the guard. "Pepe, why didn't you stay in the car like I said," she asked. Pepe shrugged, looking over at Carlos holding a gun on the guard. No point in trying to steal away a woman from a man with a rifle.

Carlos jammed his gun into the chest of the guard. "Where are the weapons going?"

The guard laughed. "Do you have any idea who you are dealing with? You have just signed a death sentence for yourselves."

Carlos smashed the butt of the rifle onto the guards nose. Blood started to stream from his nostrils. "Where are the weapons going?" Carlos asked again.

The second guard stepped forward, but paused as Ria gestured towards him with the gun. "We don't know anything. We just guard the materials while they are here. Come on, man, you think they'd tell us anything."

Carlos grabbed the guard with the bleeding nose, throwing him out into the hall. "March, towards the door you came in. Make any sudden movements, or yell out, and I'll put two in the back of your head," he said.

Carlos motioned for the second guard to follow. He did. Carlos walked behind them, gun trained on their backs. Ria helped Pepe up, and they followed Carlos out.

"What now," Ria whispered to Carlos.

"We can't let the guards go, they have seen us. If Fernandez knows I am following him, or you are following him, then its the end for both of us. We'll take them to a safe location, and I'll have someone pick them up," Carlos said.

The guards reached the door, and turned slowly to walk out it.

"Pick them up? Who?" Ria said.

The first guard, with the bleeding nose was already outside. The second guard suddenly reached to his right, and from a dark alcove beside the door, pulled out a pistol. He raised it and fired.

Carlos, Pepe and Ria scattered, finding cover around corners or in offices in the darkness. The guard let off two more shots, wood splintering on the walls where the bullets landed.

The guard ran out the door. Carlos jumped up. "Come on, we can't let them get to the other guards," he said, running towards the door. 

Ria jumped up and followed. Carlos sprinted out the dor. As she reached the door, she looked back and saw Pepe following her. "Pepe, stay in her until it is safe to come out," she said, before running out the door.

Carlos raised his rifle and aimed at the guards rounding the corner at the end of the building. He found his aim and fired a second too late, the guards had already disappeared. He sprinted down towards the end of the building and Ria followed.

From around the corner, they heard an engine start up. Carlos skidded to a halt. "Shit, they have a car, find cover," he said, turning and heading back towards the front of the building. Ria followed a few steps behind him. "Make for the dumpster, we can take up a position there," he said.

A Toyota 4Runner squealed around the corner. Carlos switched the rifle to semi-automatic, turned around and let a burst of rounds off. The bullets bounced harmlessly off the bullet proof skin of the SUV. "Crap, bullet proof. Make a break for the car," he screamed at Ria.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 08



Carlos and Ria ran down the alley, the 4Runner closing quickly. Ria looked down the alley, and saw Pepe running down the alley. "Why didn't he stay in the building for cover," she silently asked herself.

A sunroof on the 4Runner opened, and the guard with the bloodied nose popped out the top with a large automatic rifle. He pointed it down the alley and fired. The pavement between Carlos and Ria exploded with small holes as the bullets ripped into the alley.

Ria and Carlos heard the gunmen call down to the driver. "Keep the car straight so I can get a decent shot."

Carlos switched his rifle to fully automatic and, still in a full run, raised the gun over his shoulder and pressed the trigger. Bullets flew down the alley aimlessly, cutting a wide swatch into the road, walls and the truck. It was enough to make the shooter duck back into the truck for cover, though.

The clip only lasted a couple of seconds. Carlos and Ria were almost caught up to Pepe already, who was struggling to keep running, and they were all still only half-way down the alleyway. The 4Runner was closing on them.

"Ria, fully auto and spray behind you," Carlos called out. Ria switched the weapon over to fully automatic and repeated the actions she saw Carlos do. Bullets again flew wildly down the alley, indiscriminately hitting the truck, the walls and the pavement. It was enough to keep the shooter at bay for another second, but the truck was just a few seconds from catching the runners, when it could just run them down.

Carlos reached the dumpster, and ducked behind it. "Keep running," he called out to Pepe and Ria. Ria grabbed Pepe and pulled him along behind her.

Carlos wedge himself between the dumpster and the wall, and waited. One second before the 4Runner was going to pass the dumpster, Carlos pushed with all his might. The dumpster rolled out into the path of the truck. The 4Runner collided with the dumpster with a crash. The dumpster bounced off the front of the truck, toppling over on its side. A load of stinking trash slipping out into the alleyway. The 4Runner ricocheted off the dumpster and smashed into the far wall.

Carlos ran. He could hear the truck was still running, which meant that he hadn't disabled it, only given himself a few seconds. He looked ahead, Ria and Pepe were running slowly, Ria struggling to get Pepe to keep up a decent place. Carlos was closing fast.

The driver of the 4Runner put the truck in reverse and gunned it. The truck had lodged into the wall and now was stuck. He slammed his hands on the wheel.

The passenger with the bleeding nose said, "never mind, I'll finish them off." He stood up out of the sun roof again, and aimed his weapon down the alley at the runners.

Carlos caught up to Ria and Pepe. He grabbed Pepe, and together Ria and Carlos carried the man. They were close to the end of the alley now. "Just a few more feet," Ria said as encouragement to Pepe.

The driver looked at the dent in the building. There was a bulge pressing down against the hood of the 4Runner. He figured if he cranked the wheel one way, put it in drive, inched it forward a tiny bit, then cranked the wheel the other way and gunned it in reverse, the car would be free.

The guard aimed down the alley. The smash on his nose was still bothering him, and his eyesight was a bit blurry. The runners were close together. He aimed at the centre to maximize this chances of hitting them. He pulled the trigger.

Pepe stumbled to the ground. Carlos and Ria, holding on to him, tripped and fell as well. Carlos was the first to spring back up. He grabbed Pepe's arm and tried to pull him up. Pepe made no movement. Carlos looked at Pepe's back, and saw the small hole in his shirt. Carlos looked down at his shoes, and saw that a dark pool of blood was running out from under Pepe's body.

Carlos grabbed Ria and pulled her up. "Come on, let's go," he said, pulling her out of the alley. 

Ria pulled against him. "Pepe," she said.

"He's gone, come on," Carlos called. 

Ria looked back at Pepe, stunned. The pavement under Pepe was being covered by an increasingly large pool of blood. She felt Carlos grab her and drag her away.

The driver inched the car forward, the bulge in the wall scratched against the hood but it slid slightly to the right. He cranked the wheel the wheel the other way, and put it in reverse.

The shooter raised his weapon again, and aimed it at Carlos and Ria, just exiting the alley. He put his finger on the trigger.

Carlos and Ria cleared the end of the alley. Another 20 feet and they would be safely behind the cover of the front of the building.

The guard pressed down on the trigger. The driver stomped on the accelerator. The car lurched free, knocking the guard standing in the sun roof off balance. The barrel of the rifle jerked upwards, and the bullet flew off into space.

Carlos and Ria ran for his car. Behind them from the alley, they heard the engine of the 4Runner gun and the tires squeal. "He's free," Carlos said as he jumped behind the wheel. Ria climbed into passenger side. Carlos started the car, jammed it in first and took off down the street. The 4Runner came shooting out of the alley, just about hitting the little Peugeot 206. The 4Runner fishtailed behind the Peugeot, and took up pursuit.

Carlos pointed to the dashboard and a poorly folded map of Santiago. "Figure out where there fuck we are going," he said.

Ria grabbed the map, and opened it up. "Wait, where the hell are we?"

Carlos skidded the car around a corner at high speed and gunned it down an empty industrial street. The 4Runner, larger, heavier and without a racing car driver behind the wheel, had to take the corner slower and fell behind. 

Carlos tooked at the street ahead. "Near the airport. Colorado, or maybe we are on Neuva Los Industries. I don't know exactly."

Ria looked at Carlos. "If you don't know where we are, how am I supposed to tell you where to go?" she asked.

Carlos slammed in the clutch and pulled up on the parking brake. The Peugeot skidded around in a circle almost 180 degrees. Carlos jammed the car in 2nd and popped the clutch. The Peugeot shot up a side street that had come onto the main road at a sharp angle. Behind them, the 4Runner had to screech to a halt, and slowly make a large turn to make the corner. 

Carlos guided the car around a 90 degree curve in the road, and back end drifting out and the front wheels smoking. Ahead of them the road rose slightly and ended at a T-junction, a large hill rising in front of them. "That must be Camino El Cerro," he said. "Find some place on the map near the airport where Camino El Cerro meets up with a road with a 90 degree bend."

Ria tried to study the map in the car as it bounced along the road. Carlos looked in the rear view mirror, the 4Runner had just made the 90 degree turn. He jammed on the brake, downshifted and spun the wheel, making a left as the road ended.

Carlos accelerated, and checked his rear view. There was another car accelerating towards them, a BMW 5 series with black windows. The 4Runner made the corner and joined the pursuit behind the BMW.

"Damnit, we have more company," he said. Ria looked behind her and saw the BMW. Carlos took a hand off the wheel and poked the map. "Find us!"

Ria went back looking to the map. She found the airport, she found the motorway, a large hill, a road around it. Camino El Cerro, the road of the hill. "Got it! Now, where do you want to go?" she asked.

"Anywhere that isn't a dead end," Carlos said, guiding the car around a high speed bend. The road had now become a dirt track. The Peugeot could out run the 4Runner, but the BMW was faster than they were. He knew he could out drive them on corners, but on the straights they would close the distance quickly. "Some place with lots of intersections and turns, where we can lose the other cars."

Ria looked at the map. Lots of streets to the north on the other side of the highway. "Next left," she said.

Carlos looked ahead. The road curved sharply to the right, straightened out and curved right again. There was a junction off to the left at the end of the first curve. "That one," he asked, pointing at the road.

"Yes, left there," Ria said.

Carlos took the curve fast letting the car drift to the outside of the curve. "You are going to go off the road," Ria screamed. The car slid into the other lane, heading for the ditch. Behind him, the BMW and 4Runner slowed down, expecting the Peugeot to fly off the road. Just before sliding into the ditch, Carlos slammed the brake and spun the wheel. He jammed on the gas. The front end moved away from the ditch, causing the back end to whip around. The car spun, almost a full circle until the front of the car was facing the intersecting road. The momentum of the spin was suddenly translated into forward motion, and Peugeot shot ahead.

Carlos drove under the bridge for the highway and merged onto a wide road. He checked the rear view. The BMW and 4Runner were just making the turn. Carlos looked around. "These are all houses. This is a residential area," he cried. "I can't lead a high speed chase through a residential area."

"It doesn't say what type of area it is on the map," Ria said.

Carlos drove flat out down the wide boulevard, weaving in and out of the slow local traffic. The BMW and 4Runner followed, but were struggling to make the same passes that Carlos was. Carlos turned left down a residential street, and made a quick right. He pressed the accelerator down, moving up quickly through the gears. The houses flew by in a blur.

"We need to get out of here. Find a way out, somewhere where there isn't civilians," he said.

Ria looked at the map. She had lost track of where they were, and could only guess. "Keep heading north, eventually it's countryside," she said.

Carlos frowned. He checked the rearview. Only the BMW was behind them. "The 4Runner is gone," he said.

"Good," Ria said.

"Not good," Carlos said. "We need to get the guys in the 4Runner. They've seen us. The people in the BMW don't know what we look like."

Carlos made a few more turns, left than right, left than right, still continuing in a generally northern direction. "How much further," he asked. 

Ria looked at the map, but had no idea. "Soon," she lied.

Up ahead there was a major road, separated by a landscaped median a down the middle. Ria looked at the map, and identified it. At least it was the only road she could see that was divided close to where she thought they were. "Right, turn right up here, than next major left. That'll take us into the country."

Carlos sped towards the road, not decelerating. The BMW had closed the gap and was right on the Peugeot's bumper. "Hold on," Carlos said.

Carlos waited until he was almost into the intersection, and than wove to the right and slammed on the brakes. The BMW slammed into the back of the Peugeot on the left side, causing the Peugeot to spin off to the right. The BMW careened to the left, slamming into a thick brick wall that surrounded the house on the far left corner of the intersection. The front crumpled and smoke started pouring out of the engine.

Carlos spun the wheel of the Peugeot. It skidded sideways across one lane, jumped the curb of the median, bounced over the island and slid into oncoming traffic. Carlos had the wheels cranked all the way over and his foot full on the accelerator, but the car was skipping across the road, the front wheels driving the car barely touching the surface. The Peugeot headed at high speed sideways towards a thick concrete wall.

"Come on, bite," Carlos called out to the tires. The tires got traction just as the car bounced off the road the other side of the road. The drive from the wheels wasn't enough to stop the car from hitting the wall, but it was enough to pull the front of the car around enough so that it was the read left of the car that impacted the wall. The force of the impact pushed Carlos and Ria deep into their seats. The rear window of the hatchback shattered, and the rear quarter of the car crumpled against the concrete wall, which cracked from the force of the blow.

That moment of incredible noise with the sound of squealing tires, racing engine crunching metal, cracking concrete and breaking glass was followed by complete silence, as the car came to a stop against the wall and the engine died. Dazed, Carlos and Ria sat for a moment, staring ahead. The front of the car faced out towards the street. Ria looked straight ahead at a bush in the median, waving gently in the breeze. A man jumped out of a passing car, phone to his ear, and started to walk over to the Peugeot. 

Ria turned her head to the right, and looked at the BMW, crumpled against a half collapsing wall down the street, black smoke coming from the engine. The car was surrounded by people. Someone was pulling a man from out of the front passenger side. A man stepped out of the BMW's rear seats. He looked over at the Peugeot, and started walking towards it. The man reached into his jacket, and pulled out a pistol.

Ria's daze quickly cleared. She turned to Carlos, "someone is coming from the BMW, he has a gun." 

Carlos looked over and quickly turned his head away. "Don't look, don't let him see your face clearly." 

Carlos turned the key in the ignition. The car turned over but failed to catch. Ria, keeping her head turned away from the advancing man, heard him call out to them to get out of the car. Carlos turned the key again. The car turned over a few times, the engine struggling to start up. Finally, it caught. Carlos jammed the stick into first and peeled away.

Ria looked into the side mirror. She saw the man running after the car. He raised the gun and fired. The side mirror shattered.

Carlos jumped the Peugeot over the median, and sped down the street. He was looking in the rear view mirror at the man running after them, so he was shocked when Ria called out. "Carlos, ahead of us!"

Carlos looked forward. It was the 4Runner coming the opposite way towards them. The 4Runner crossed over the median and aimed directly at them. Carlos kept the car going forward, the front grill of the 4Runner getting closer and closer. Ria screamed.

Carlos jerked the wheel to the right and then centered it again quickly, causing the car to dip slightly on the passenger side. The driver of the 4Runner took the bait. Thinking the Peugeot was going to head right, the 4Runner veered slightly to the left to try and catch the Peugeot on the side and cause it to spin. Carlos then cranked the wheel over the other way, causing the Peugeot to pass the 4Runner on its passenger side. The cars scraped against each other, sparks flying as metal ground on metal. 

The 4Runner was thrown slightly off balance by the glancing blow, and with a high center of gravity, started to wobble. The driver had to jam on the brakes, causing the 4Runner to spin. The 4Runner jumped up off the side of the road and skidded to a halt on someone's front lawn.

The Peugeot was pushed off the road, but the other side of the road had a large dirt run off area, and Carlos was able to keep the momentum of the car going forward. He got back on the road, and made a hard left turn at the next street. The 4Runner spun its tires, chewing up mounds of grass, and made pursuit.

Carlos had a head start on the 4Runner, but with the beating the Peugeot had taken, the 4Runner was gaining ground. The road they were on passed out of the residential area and into countryside, turning from a paved road to a dirt road. The Peugeot kicked up a lot of dust behind it, hopefully enough of a screen to keep the 4Runner driver from going full out.

"Where does this road go?" Carlos asked.

Ria looked at the map. They were passed where the road ended on the map. "I don't know. This isn't marked on the map. There is a canal up ahead, and then maybe half a mile beyond that, it should cross a road."

Carlos frowned. "I hope there is a bridge over that canal," He said.

Carlos checked his mirror. The dust cloud kicked up by the Peugeot was not keeping the 4Runner from gaining. Carlos scanned ahead. He could see the canal Ria had mentioned approaching quickly. There was a small bridge over it, which was good. Carlos looked behind him. The 4Runner was closing quickly, but it was hard to see in the dust cloud from his car.

"Hold on," Carlos said. "if this doesn't work, we are going to be in for a big jolt."

Carlos waited until he was almost at the bridge, and then pulled the emergency brake. The Peugeot came to a grinding halt just short of the bridge.

The driver of the 4Runner didn't see the Peugeot stop. He could barely see anything through the dust. He didn't see the stopped car until he was almost on top of it. Instinctively, he twisted the wheel to the right to avoid the car. In doing so, he ended up driving into the other obstacle that he couldn't see through the dust. The 4Runner landed in the canal, the weight of the water bringing the SUV to a sudden halt. The force of the water caused the windshield to smash, and knocked both the driver and the passenger out.

Carlos got out of the Peugeot and ran over the bridge to look into the 4Runner. Confirming the guards were out, he got out his mobile phone and punched a speed dial.

"This is seven-five-three-eight. Can you locate me? Good. I need a clean up crew. We have two men I need in immediate custody. There is an accident south of my position that I need local assistance with. As well, there is a body of a man at the warehouse that we might need to clean up, if the Aguila Roja's men haven't picked him up already."

Carlos looked over at Ria. "How did you get to the warehouse? Did you say Pepe drove?"

Ria nodded, a confused look on her face.

"What type of car?"

"Volkswagen Golf," she said.

Carlos spoke into the phone. "There is a VW Golf belonging to the concierge at the Ritz that is near the warehouse. We need to get it and make sure it is clean of prints. Finally, I wrecked the rental car. I'll need some sort of cover for that."

Carlos stood silently for a moment, the phone to his ear, nodding for the most part, and then frowning. He shook his head. "I know it is the fourth car I have wrecked this year, but you tell them to read my field report and ask them what they would have done to escape the trained killers without scratching the paint job." Carlos hung up.

Ria looked at him. "Who are you?"

Carlos shook his head. "I believe I asked you first, back at the warehouse. Who are you working for?"

Ria didn't know what to say, so she decided to tell him the truth. "The Americans."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, and then smirked. "Just like the Yankees to send a Mexican into the field and into danger while they sit safely at home." He walked over to the canal and started to wade into the water. Reaching the 4Runner, and checked for pulses on the men, and confirming they were still alive yet unconscious, took their weapons.

Ria stood on the bridge. "Now you answer me, who are you?"

He looked back and smiled. "I'm Carlos Sanz, race car driver and agent with the DAS."

Ria tilted her head. "What is the DAS?"

Carlos looked back at her, bemused. "Didn't the Americans teach you anything, butterfly? DAS is the Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad - Colombia secret service."

* * 

Back at the hotel, Carlos sipped on a bottle of Cristal beer while he typed up his field report on his laptop. Ria sat on the couch in Carlos' suite, curled up in a ball and already on her third Cristal. Carlos was just now finishing his first.

"You might want to slow down, butterfly, and save some for me," he said.

Ria looked up at him. She had tears in her eyes. "I killed him," she said softly.

Carlos walked over to her and sat beside her on the couch. "What are you talking about?"




Code Name Tequila Ch. 09



A few US dollars loosened the tongue of the doorman of Dr. Patterson's Rio apartment. "The doctor is going to Jacarezinho," the doorman said, squinting into the morning sun at the two girls wearing jeans and tshirts who had just come out of the luxury apartment on Copacabana beach.

"What's that?" asked May.

"Jacarezinho is a favela in the north of the city. It is a shanty town, some 60,000 people living there," the doorman explained.

"We need a taxi to take us there," April said.

The doorman shook his head. "No, I don't think it is safe to go unless you have a guide. If you want, I can arrange tour of one of the favelas for you. You could see a samba school and get authentic Brazilian food."

May pressed another forty US dollars into the doorman's hand. "We really need to catch up to Dr. Patterson," they said.

The doorman looked at the money for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Finally, he relented, and whistled for a taxi off the street. "I don't know where Dr. Patterson is specifically going in the favela, but I will get the taxi to take you to the metro stop on the outskirts. Please, be careful. Perhaps when you get there, you can use some of your abundant US dollars to hire a guide," he said.

The taxi took a little over 40 minutes to get to Jacarezinho. During that time, April called up Peter, their local contact in Rio. He warned them to be careful in the favela. "They aren't slums, per se, but they do have problems with drugs, gangs and violence. You really shouldn't enter the area alone. Why don't you come to the embassy, and we can work something out to figure out where Dr. Patterson is going."

"Do you have any resources at your disposal? Men to tail him, analysts to research?" April asked.

Peter snorted. "No, they don't give me anything like that. I'm sure the three of us can figure something out," he said.

April thought it over. Patterson said he would be flying off to Caracas in a few days, and the girls wouldn't get a chance to run into him again. "We'll think it over," she lied, hanging up the phone. She looked over at May. "It's just you and me, sister. No backup available."

May smiled. "I think we can handle ourselves," she said.

The taxi driver looked into the rear view mirror with a worried look.

The taxi dropped the girls by the Jacarezinho metro station. The girls looked at what lay before them. The favela was a warren of tightly packed houses and narrow alleys, in most cases not wide enough for vehicular traffic. The houses were small, mostly concrete structures, most had some electricity running to them, but they were otherwise very basic. Some of the walls were covered with graffiti, while others were obviously well tended and recently painted. Many of the more well maintained houses were protected by large metal shutters and iron gates, while others were lacking even basics like windows.

The girls walked into Jacarezinho, passing people streaming out towards the metro, workers on their way to their jobs elsewhere in the city. Many of them were dressed in the wardrobe of manual workers - factory outfits, uniforms or the basic clothes of cleaning ladies, though some of the workers were dressed in suits and ties or business apparel.

The sun was still low in the sky, so the streets were shaded and cool. A few of the small concrete buildings held shops that were already open, most of them selling coffee, tea and breakfast items. A couple of other buildings were shops just opening up, a mix of the daily requirements of life - hairdressers, laundry, clothing shops, furniture, locksmiths.

Most of the people passing them paid little attention to April and May. The crowds were for the most part black, but there was a mix of ethnicities and so Korean April and Mexican May didn't stand out too much.

April and May walked into the favela for two and a half blocks. They came to a vacant lot, a rare place where the sun was able to cast its light on the narrow streets this early in the morning. April and May paused in the sun, and discussed their options.

"The place is huge, and its a maze," April said. "How are we going to find Dr. Patterson in here?"

May looked around. "I think a well-dressed white man would probably stick out here. Maybe if we asked around, we could find someone who could direct us to him."

April sighed. "Neither of us speaks Portuguese, though."

May wobbled her head. "Spanish and Portuguese are close. I speak a little Spanish, so I can probably make myself understood. Why don't we press on a few more blocks, and see if we can find someone to help us."

The two girls walked further into the favela. The pre-work crowd was now thinning, and the girls saw more young mothers and families out doing some early morning shopping in the clothing shops, fruit stands and vegetable markets that were now opened.

May grabbed April's arm and pointed at a small, open building that had a sign painted above that said, "hairdresser." Inside was a single barber chair and a sink. A beautiful, dark-skinned Brazilian woman was sweeping the shop. "Women gossip when they get their hair styled. I bet they'd know if some old white guy was sneaking around the area."

The girls entered the small hair stylist's shop. May introduced herself, and asked in broken Spanish if the woman knew where there was an older white man. May tried to explain they were looking for him because they were friends, but the hair stylist just looked confused.

May frowned. She obviously wasn't making herself understood. She tried again in broken Spanish. "Have you seen a white American man in this place?"

The hair stylist shook her head. She said something quickly in Portuguese, pointed further into the favela. May picked up a few words, and tried to translate for April. "She said something about Americans working for poor people with medicine in that direction," May said.

"Dr. Patterson could be involved with medicine," April replied. May nodded. They two girls thanked the hair stylist and head out further into the favela.

They two girls walked for about 40 minutes, winding their way through the narrow, twisting streets of Jacarezinho. Occasionally they would ask the locals if they knew where the "American doctors" were, but mostly just got shrugs in reply.

After 40 minutes, the girls were lost. They had made so many twists and turns, they weren't sure how to even get out. There only clue was the sun poking up above the rooftops letting them know the direction of east.

April pointed east. "We came from the east. I don't think we are going to find Patterson this way. Let's just head back towards the east and try and find the metro station again," she said.

The girls started walking back towards the way they came, but the streets started to look different than the ones they had passed before. Instead of the colourful little shops of clothes and food, these streets held mostly iron gated buildings, many of which worryingly were scarred with bullet holes. Instead of the workers off to the metro station or young families shopping, most of the people they saw were shifty looking men who either eyed them suspiciously or leered at them lustfully.

"This doesn't seem like the right way," May said. "I think we should head back towards where we were before."

April nodded. "That seems smart."

The girls turned, but realized that they weren't exactly sure which way they came from. They both could remember the last couple of streets, but after that, all the lefts and rights became jumbled in their heads.

From behind them the girls heard someone call out. "hey Senhoras, posso ajudar?"

The girls turned around. There was a group of 4 men standing in the roadway looking at them. Both April and May noted the bulges under their t-shirts. All four of the men had pistols tucked into their belts. April started backing away.

May put up her hands, "No, obrigado. Estamos bien," she said, mixing both Spanish and Portuguese words together with her American accent.

One of the men stepped forward. "What are you, Americans?" he asked in English.

April turned around, thinking of running, but as she turned she saw three men walking towards them from the other direction. She and May were surrounded. April grabbed May's arm, and May turned quickly to see the men coming from the other direction.

May turned back to the English speaker and nodded. "Yes, Americans. Just a little lost. We were with a tour, but I think we got separated. Can you tell us how to get to the Metro station?" she said, hoping that the stupid American tourist routine would defuse the situation.

The man said something to his compatriots, the few words of which May understood. The two troubling ones were "Americans" and "ransom."

"We are just a couple of backpackers," May said. "We don't have much money. We aren't big corporate types, not worth a lot for kidnapping."

The English speaker raised an eyebrow. "Ah, so you speak a little Portuguese, then. Well, if you are just two backpacking girls who aren't worth anything for ransom, then I have to accept that. Of course, that doesn't mean we still can't make some money off you." The man started thrusting his hips back and forth. "If you don't have a rich Mommy and Daddy to pay, then you can make your money on your back!" he screamed. His friends all started laughing.

April and May turned and backed up against on of the walls, each turned 45 degrees out towards the men. By moving against the wall, they had protected their backs, and by sticking close together meant that no more than a three or four of the seven men could attack at a time. Assuming, of course, they didn't decide to use their guns.

The men slowly advanced, and English speaker taking the lead. "Come on now, ladies. Don't fight. If you fight, then you get cut and bruised. Cut and bruised girls aren't worth as much as fresh faced beauties," he said, as he slowly walked forwards. April and May got into defensive stances.

The English speaker got to within arms length. He reached out to touch May's face. She grabbed his arm and twisted it, causing the man's body to swing about. May raised the man's arm and brought her other hand down on the man's shoulder. He screamed in pain.

Two of the other men ran at April. They tried to grapple her, but without having planned in advance, the two men ended up banging into each other. April punched one of the men in the neck. He staggered backwards. The second man got his arms partially around April. She grabbed his head and smashed it against the wall. He grunted, falling to one knee. April jammed her thumbs into his eye sockets, and the man fell backwards.

May kicked the English speaker's knee. She heard a loud crack and the man screamed again as his legs gave out. May pushed him away and the man stumbled forward, his injured knee unable to support him and he sprawled out onto the ground on his face.

The four remaining men kept back, drawing their pistols. They started shouting at the girls in Portuguese, waving their weapons at the girls threateningly.

April and May looked at each other. They were surrounded by the men with no escape routes. The men were far enough away that any moves towards them would allow the men enough time to shoot.

"Are only hope is that they are bad shots," April said, low enough that only May could hear her above the men's shouting.

May nodded. "Okay. On three, run at them. You take the two on the left, I take the two on the right."

April nodded and took a deep breath. May started to count. "One... Two..."

The men stopped shouting as a gunshot rang out. April flinched. She looked down at her torso, but didn't see any blood nor did she feel wounded. She looked over at May, who was similarly unharmed.

"Did they miss?" April asked.

Just then one of the men fell to the ground, and April and May were able to see the back of the man's shirt was soaked with blood.

The three remaining standing men turned to try and find the source of the gunfire. April and May bolted down the road. One of the men turned and ran after them, while the other two still were searching for the source of the gunshot.

The man chasing April and May raised his pistol and fired. The shot flew high and wide, cracking into the cement of a nearby building, causing chunks of cement to rain down on the fleeing women.

The girls turned a corner and fled down a street that was only about five feet wide. The narrow alley was strewn with garbage, and the women found themselves slowed considerably as they weaved between the piles of trash. April looked back and saw one of the thugs raising his pistol and aiming at them. "Duck," she cried, diving behind a pile of rubbish. May dropped onto her stomach just as a bullet whizzed through the air above them.

April popped up and tried to run, but quickly dropped back down to the ground as part of the cement wall above her head exploded with the force of a bullet.

"We're trapped," April said.

May pressed herself up against the wall behind a pile of trash. There was enough of a gap to see the gunman walking down the alley towards them. He held his pistol out in front of him, looking for any movement from the girls as he progressed slowly and carefully down the alley.

May looked around for something to use as a weapon, but all the rubbish in the alley was soft and soggy. She looked back towards the man, who was now no more than 20 feet from her and April.

The gunmen watched the alley intently ahead of him, looking for any sign of movement from the girls and was thus unaware of the hulking-form dropping down from the rooftop behind him. The gunman was completely unprepared as the man from the rooftop smashed his hulking arms down onto the back of his neck.

May watched as the gunman crumpled. The man who had hit him was massive, probably six and a half feet tall and very muscular. He had dark skin and dark hair and was wearing a black tshirt and black cargo pants. May thought he might be police, but decided it best not to take any chances. "Run," she screamed to April.

The two girls darted out of the alley and turned left, sprinting down a deserted narrow set of steps. The steps wound to the left, and the girls couldn't see ahead. They were surprised when they came across two of the thugs who had surrounded them before, pointing their weapons at the girls.

May and April turned to run back, but were blocked by two more thugs. April and May recognized them as the English Speaker and the one that April had punched in the throat. Obviously both had recovered, and this time were taking no chances, as both had their pistols out.

The English speaker smiled. "You girls had your chance to get out of this alive, if you had just co-operated with me. Instead, now you'll wind up being reported in the American papers as another couple of missing tourists in Brazil."

The English speaker pointed his weapon at April's head. She was about to lunge for him when a shot rang out, the bullet causing the left temple English speaker's head to explode in a flash of blood and bone. He slumped to the ground lifelessly.

Behind them, shots rang out. May looked over her shoulder to see a lean black man with a pistol in each hand running towards the two thugs and firing. The thugs fired back wildly. Even though the black man was running, his aim was excellent, and the two thugs fell to the ground with bullet wounds in their torsos.

The final standing thug started running back up the steps, but was clothes-lined by the hulk of the man who had been waiting hidden in a doorway. The large man removed the thug's weapon, and knocked him unconscious with a single blow from his meaty fist. 

A third man holding a rifle jumped down from the roof. He was small but obviously in decent shape, with a well-toned torso visible through his tight black t-shirt. He had a dark, wavy hair and olive skin with kind, brown eyes.

The man with the rifle walked up to April and May. "Are you all right?" he asked them in English.

"Fine," May said. "Thank you for rescuing us from those thugs."

The man looked down at the corpses. "Drug gangs, the scourge of our little neighbourhood. The police occasionally come in to try and clean them up, but they don't really care enough. That is why we need to take the law into our own hands."

"So, you are like the neighbourhood watch?" May said, laughing.

The man smiled. "I guess you could say that. I am Dr. Hector Olivera," he said, shaking May's hand. May introduced herself and April. Dr. Olivera introduced his two comrades. The hulking man was called Orgo, while the slim black man was Borda. 

Borda raised his arm for Dr. Olivera to look at. The arm had been grazed by a bullet. Olivera turned to the girls. "It's not bad, but I should go back to my office and clean up the wound. I would suggest the best thing for you girls would be to come with us, for your own safety. Most of the favela is fine, but a few bad apples spoil the bunch, as you Americans say."

As they walked back to Olivera's office, he explained what he, Orgo and Borda were doing. Olivera had grown up in the Jacarezinho, but had been lucky to get out thanks to his brains, and became a doctor. He had a private practice in Rio for a while, but felt like he wasn't contributing enough to society, so he moved back into the favela to provide medical care for the residents. It soon became obvious, though, that the favela needed more than just affordable medical care. They needed a strong, positive influence. So now Dr. Olivera provides a political voice for the poor and also, when needed, provides protection and justice for the residents.

"You are like a real life Batman," said April.

Olivera laughed. "Yes, maybe, but without the ears on my hat," he said, pointing at his thick, wavy black hair.

Dr. Olivera's office wasn't much. A few rooms with a couple of examination tables and a few cupboards full of medicines. Borda hopped up on one of the examination tables and removed his shirt. He was incredibly toned without an ounce of fat on his thin frame. His dark skin glistened under the lights of the examination room. Dr. Olivera cleaned the wound, and determined that stitches weren't required, instead dressing the wound with a gauze bandage.

Borda's wound taken care of, Dr. Olivera turned his attention back to April and May. "So, can we take you girls someplace?" he asked.

"I wish we had some way of thanking you for saving us," May said. "Surely there must be something we can provide?"

"Well, I could give you the website of a charity I have set up to fund the purchase of medicines for the clinic. It is hard to get donations often. Last month we had an meningitis outbreak, but couldn't treat all the children we saw. Luckily, the Christian doctors have helped out with that as well." 

Olivera handed May a card with a website address on it. "We are always accepting donations," Olivera said.

May looked at Olivera's kind face, his engaging smile, his sparking, dark eyes and full head of thick, lustrous hair. "While we will both contribute to your clinic, I was thinking of something else as well. Maybe something a little more personal than a donation," she said.

April looked over at May, shocked. April had been feeling attracted to their saviours, but May seemed to be pushing it. After all, she had no idea if the men even know the two girls were transsexuals. "May," April said. "Maybe just the cash donation is a better idea."

Orgo, even though he didn't speak English, could read the expression on May's face. He said something in Portuguese to Olivera. Olivera smiled and turned to the girls. "Orgo wants to know if you girls feel like rewarding each of your knights in shining armour with a kiss. Or maybe more?"

May smiled and walked over a planted a kiss on Orgo's cheek. April blanched, and turned to Olivera. "I am afraid my friend might be letting the events of this morning go to her head. I don't think that we would be offering the kind of reward you are looking for."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 09



Orgo said something in Portuguese which the girls couldn't understand, but the girls were able to pick out one word that they both could translate - "transexual."

April looked at Olivera. "You know that we are transsexual girls?"

Olivera nodded. "Yes. Not at first when we saw you, but we have picked it up in the past hour as we have walked together and talked together."

Suddenly April found herself excited. "And you three gentlemen would still be interested in a reward of a kiss?"

Olivera's hand rubbed the front of his black cargo pants, revealing an already hard penis. "A kiss, and more," he said.

April walked over and got down onto her knees, sucking on Olivera's hard-on through the fabric of his cargo pants. Olivera grabbed her head and pushed it against his crotch, moaning.

Orgo grabbed May, and lifted her off the ground. He raised her up until their lips met. His beefy tongue pressed into her mouth, thick and muscular. May wrapped her arms around his shoulders, running her hands over his muscled neck and back. He was as hard as steel.

With one hand, Orgo reached down and cupped his massive hand over May's buttocks. His hand was almost as large as her entire ass. He squeezed it, causing a quiver of excitement throughout May's body. She pressed her tongue harder against Orgo's thick tongue as Orgo held her aloft.

Olivera reached down and undid the fly on his pants. They fell to the ground, revealing a pair of g-string bikini briefs. April worked her tongue along the elastic of Olivera's g-string, working the waistband down until his hard cock sprung free. With her hands, April reached up and under Olivera's shirt, feeling his hard, muscled stomach.

April took Olivera's cock into her mouth, licking and sucking on the tip as her hands continued to roam across his rippled stomach. April felt a set of lips upon the back of her neck, and realized that Borda had knelt down behind her. April felt Borda's hands reach around and undo the button on her jeans. Borda started to push the jeans down over April's ass.

April pushed her mouth all the way down onto Olivera's cock. She opened her mouth wide, swallowing more and more of his length until her lips were touching his body. She wrapped her lips around the base of his cock, and then started to move up and down on the last half inch of his cock.

Borda pulled the jeans off April's round ass, revealing her two smooth butt cheeks clothed in just the smallest triangle of fabric above her ass, before trailing off to a string running between her butt cheeks. Borda pulled his lips off April's neck, and started to kiss her ass. April stuck her ass higher up in the air in response to feeling Borda's lips upon her cheeks.

Borda grabbed the string of April's thong, and moved it out of her ass crack. He plunged his tongue into her ass crack, licking up and down the crevice, flicking his tongue into her hole as he passed each time.

Olivera grabbed April's head and started pumping himself in and out of her mouth. April, now getting more experienced at sucking a cock, was able to take the full length of Olivera's dick pressing deep into her mouth without gagging. April's hands left Olivera's stomach, instead reaching around and grabbing his ass, adding her own strength to the force pushing Olivera's dick into her mouth.

Borda pushed his tongue deep into April's ass. He worked his tongue in and out of her tight hole, slowly working it open. April started to buck her hips back against Borda's face, urging him to push himself deeper inside her.

Orgo and May had continued to kiss, but now May could feel the giant bulge in Orgo's pants pressing against her crotch, which was pressed against Orgo's groin with her legs wrapped around Orgo's waist. Orgo reached down with one hand and pulled May's shirt up and over her head. He then reached down and undid his pants, sliding them down and releasing the giant between his legs. May looked down at the cock. It was huge, larger than any May had yet seen or experienced. It was double the size of a normal man's cock. May figured it must be a foot long, and probably 3 inches thick.

May undid her own jeans, and slipped them down along with her panties. She released her legs from around Orgo's waist long enough for her jeans and panties to slip down to the ground. Completely naked, she wrapped her legs back around Orgo's waist. She could feel the girth of his cock pressing up against her taint and ass-crack as she and Orgo started to kiss again.

Borda, having worked April's ass open with his tongue, undid his own pants and slid them down. He knelt behind April, pressing the head of his uncircumcised black cock against her open hole. It easily slid into the slick opening. April moaned, but the sound was stifled by the length of Olivera's cock in her mouth. Borda started to push in and out of April with an opposite rhythm to Olivera's thrusts into her mouth, almost like the men were working a see-saw. When one cock was buried deep inside her, the other had pulled almost all the way out.

May felt Orgo's hand reach down and grasp his cock. He guided the head of his thick monster to her asshole. With his fingers, he pushed the tip of his cock up into her. She shrieked as the thick tip pushed into her unlubricated asshole, but the moment of pain quickly passed and she found herself leaning back and pushing herself further down the long and thick shaft. Orgo's strong hands, one under her ass and the second on the middle of her back, held her easily aloft in the air as she pressed herself onto Orgo.

Orgo bent his knees slightly and pressed himself up into May. May grunted as the massive dick pressed into her. Leaving her left arm around Orgo's neck, supporting her weight, she reached down with her right hand and started stroking her hard cock.

Orgo, having pressed about three-quarters of his cock into May, started to pump up and down with his knees, simultaneously using his grip on May's butt and back to thrust himself in and out of May's ass. May moaned with pleasure as Orgo's dick stimulated her prostrate as she stroked her own cock.

Meanwhile, April continued to get spit-roasted by Olivera and Borda. The coordinated see-saw rhythm was now lost, and the two men thrust into her mouth and ass with increasing speed and depth. April's own cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of her thong, but with her hands wrapped around Olivera's ass she didn't have a free hand to massage it. Borda came to the rescue again, reaching a hand down and pushing it into her panties. He stroked her cock as he fucked her tight ass.

May leaned back, the blond-streaked chestnut brown hair of her wig swinging beneath her head as Orgo thrust himself inside her.  Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and the fingers of her left hand just barely managed to hold onto Orgo's thick, muscular neck. Orgo's hands, though, were enough to keep May aloft and on top of his thick cock. May's right hand stroked her cock, now bright red and so engorged that it almost felt to May like the tight skin on her cock wouldn't be able to contain the blood engorged muscles underneath.

With each thrust, Orgo managed to drive himself a little deeper into May's ass, until the full length of his cock was burying into May and his balls were slapping against her ass cheeks. With the full length of his cock now easily sliding into May's ass, Orgo started to increase the pace of his fucking, pushing himself faster and faster into May.

The increase in speed was enough to push May over the edge, and her cock exploded with body shaking orgasm. May screamed as the orgasm gripped her entire body. Her right hand continued to pump her cock, streams of white cum shooting out of it. Her left hand lost purchase on Orgo's neck and fell listlessly to her side. Her legs unhooked from around Orgo's waist, straightening and spasming until every drop of cum hand been milked from her red, hard cock.

Spent, May slumped. Her head lolled back, the hair of her wig hanging down almost to the floor. Her arms both hung down behind her. Her thighs rested against Orgo's hips while the lower half of her legs hung out in mid-air behind Orgo. Orgo continued to hold her in the air and push into her, holding the woman aloft like a rag-doll.

Orgo pumped himself in and out of May's ass, her listless limps swinging with each thrust. Orgo let out a roar, loud enough to almost shake the walls of the concrete doctor's office. He grunted, a sound so low and primal it almost sounded like an animal. He made one final, deep thrust into May until his cock was fully inside her and his balls pressed up against May's ass cheeks. With a series of grunts that sounded like a silverback gorilla calling through the jungle, he released masses of his hot cum deep into May. Orgo's knees buckled, but he managed to keep himself upright and May held aloft as his cock sprayed out his orgasmic load.

Spent, Orgo managed to walk over to the examination table. He lay May down on the table, and then collapsed beside her. They kissed softly and tenderly as they tried to regain their breath after the very physical fucking they had engaged in.

April continued to have Olivera's cock in her mouth while Borda fucked her ass and played with April's cock. Olivera grabbed April's head, and with a three final deep thrusts, exploded into her mouth. April took Olivera's entire load in her mouth, not swallowing it immediately, instead letting it build up in her mouth. The amount of liquid was more than she could keep in her mouth, and a few rivulets leaked out of her mouth and down her chin.

Olivera pulled out of April's mouth, and April snapped her lips shut and swished the cum around in her mouth, savouring the sweet and salty taste. Olivera bent down and kissed her, and April let his cum drain out of her mouth and into his. They continued to kiss, passing the cum back and forth between them as Borda fucked her ass and stroked her cock.

Olivera broke away from April's kiss with half of his cum in his own mouth, leaving April with the other half of his salty-sweet semen. Olivera smiled, and swallowed. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, showing April he'd swallowed the load. April did the same, swallowing down Olivera's cum and then sticking out her tongue to show him that she'd eaten it all.

Borda released April's cock and put both his hands on April's hips. Using his hands on her hips for leverage, he started to push with more force and speed into April's ass. April knew Borda was close cumming, and she was also close. She pushed her left hand up under her tshirt, playing with her nipples. With her right hand, she grasped her cock and started to stroke it.

With Borda's dick inside her, her own hands working her tits and cock and the taste of Olivera's cum still lingering in her mouth, it didn't take April long to orgasm. She burst, her cum arcing through the air and landing on the tiled floor of the Doctor's office.

Exhausted, April bent down to rest on her elbows as Borda continued to fuck her. She looked down, and saw a gob of her white cum on the tiled floor right in front of her. She stuck out her tongue and licked it. It tasted sweet and bitter. She pursed her lips and sucked it up into her mouth, swallowing it down. Finishing that blob, she searched out for another one, sucking it up as well. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Olivera watching her lick her own cum up off the floor, and he was smiling.

Borda grabbed April's hips and lifted them up, raising April's back end up until her knees were no longer on the ground. Borda pressed his dick as far into April as he could, and grunted as he released his cum into her ass. He pulled himself out of April, trickles of white cum dribbling out of her ass as he pulled out of her.

The two girls and three men moved into a back room of office where there were a couple of couches and a small kitchenette. Orgo and May cuddled up on one couch, still hugging and kissing. Borda and April sat on the other. Olivera went to the fridge in the kitchenette and grabbed five bottles of Antarctica Pilsen beer. Handing one each to Orgo and May, and fell onto the other sofa beside April and handed April and Borda each a beer.

"What were you girls doing wandering around in Jacarezinho in the first place this morning?" Olivera asked.

"We were looking for a doctor," May said.

Olivera smiled. "Well, I guess you found one."

"That we did," April said. "Though, we were looking for a specific doctor. An American named Patterson."

Olivera shook his head. "I don't know any American doctors named Patterson. There are some Christian doctors who are working doing immunizations and basic medical care, but none of them are Patterson."

May frowned. "The Dr. Patterson we know certainly doesn't strike me much as a Christian missionary."

"Patterson? Medico?" Borda asked.

Olivera nodded. Borda spoke for about 30 seconds, during which time the expression Olivera's face grew increasingly sombre.

Olivera translated for the girls. "Borda says that there is an American Doctor treating children in the south-east area of the favela who he thinks is named Patterson. They have been doing something for the past 30 days, but Borda just heard about it yesterday. They have been keeping it very secret, and had anyone getting treated to sign forms saying they wouldn't say anything."

April looked at Olivera. "Patterson is a medical and pharmaceutical researcher. Those forms were probably non-disclosure agreements. What would a medical researcher be doing treating children in a slum in Rio, though?"

Olivera frowned. "There have been a few drug companies that come to poor areas and run human trials in exchange for medical treatment. It is a way for them to get around the health and safety regulations in first-world countries."

May looked at Borda. "Can you take us to where the Americans are?"

* *

The clinic was outside of the favela, just across a river and into what appeared to be an industrial park. Olivera, April, May, Borda and Orgo watched as women took young children into the building. They couldn't see much beyond the main door, and there were two large men in white lab coats. The two men checked the identification of everyone before entering.

"Look at the thick necks and bulging torsos of those two. If they are doctors, I'll eat my hat," Olivera said. "Those two are obviously meant to guard the place."

Olivera led the group around to the back of the building. There were a few loading docks with large loading dock doors, each shut and padlocked. Olivera pointed at a small man-sized door embedded into one of the loading dock doors. "That's how we'll get in."

The group jumped up onto the loading dock. Olivera tried the door, but it was locked. He nodded to Orgo. Orgo took off a backpack that he had on, and removed a cordless power drill. He drilled into the lock of the door, and then bashed it with the base of the drill. The lock fell to the ground in pieces, and the door swung open.

Olivera, April and May walked into the office, followed by Orgo and Borda. Inside was a large open space that was obviously built as a warehouse. Now, though, it was set up as a massive ward, with row upon row of bed. On each of the bed was a young child, each between the ages of five and ten, attached to an IV. Beside each bed was a couple of stools where the child's mother, father or both sat.

Olivera walked up to the nearest bed and looked at the IV. He shook his head. "It looks like a broad-spectrum antibiotic, but not one I have seen before." 

Olivera sat down and started talking to the parents. April and May looked around the warehouse. There must have been at least 150 beds in the place. There were six nurses that were walking around, checking on the progress of the patients, but none of the nurses had noticed April, May and the three men yet.

Olivera stood up. "The children have meningitis. There was an outbreak about a month and a half ago. They are being treated for it, though as I said the chemical formulation on this is not one I have seen as being a known or approved treatment for meningitis. It all seems a bit fishy to me," he said.

Just then, one of the nurses noticed the group of five strangers. She walked towards them, saying in Portuguese, "Hey, you can't be here. What are you doing in here?"

Olivera walked up to her and said, "It's okay, I'm a doctor. Let me see those charts," he grabbed the clipboard from the nurse, and starting flipping through the pages.

"You can't look at that," she said, trying to snatch it back, but Olivera batted her hand away. Frustrated, she ran towards the front of the warehouse.

Without looking up from the chart, Olivera said, "I think we are about to get some company, boys." Borda and Orgo reached into the backpack and pulled out a couple of pistols.

April and May weren't able to understand what Olivera had said, but on seeing the pistols, asked in English, "Do you have any more of those?"

Olivera looked up. "Do you know how to shoot a pistol?" he asked them in English.

April said, "we are here with the American government."

Olivera nodded, and told Orgo to give the girls the extra pistols. Orgo handed over two Taurus 24/7 pistols. "Brazilian made," Olivera said, "but should be familiar enough to a couple of yanks."

Orgo motioned at May to follow him, and April to stay with Borda.  Orgo and May ran around to the side of the room while April and Borda stayed with Olivera, who continued to flip through the charts.

The two men in lab coats ran into the room, followed by the nurse. Seeing the guns in April and Borda's hands, they reached into their lab coats and pulled out pistols, pointing them towards Borda, April and Olivera. The two men in lab coats didn't see they were flanked by Orgo and May until Orgo called out to them to drop the weapons. 

Seeing they were in an impossible position, the two men dropped the guns and lay face down on the floor, as Orgo instructed them to. Orgo ran over and with a plastic zip-tie handcuffs, secured the two men's hands and feet.

Olivera walked over to the nurse. "Where are the main files," he asked. She hesitated, but then scanning the room and specifically Olivera's group with pistols, she pointed at a small room off the main warehouse space.

Olivera went in and started pulling files out of the filing cabinet, scanning them quickly. After 10 minutes he came out, a horrified look on his face. He pointed to a sheet and asked the nurse if these numbers were correct? She cast her eyes down and nodded.

Olivera looked up. "Get these children off these IVs right now," he yelled, pointing at the nurses. With their protection tied up on the floor, they obeyed.

Olivera walked over to April and May, and explained to them in English what was happening. "It seems Patterson is testing an experimental antibiotic on children with meningitis. This is just one of two groups they are running trials on. The results are good on many of the children, but these charts show a fatality rate of 10%, which is much higher than typically would be expected from the meningitis treatment for children this age. There are autopsy results in the files that show severe liver damage on those patients that died. Basically, Dr. Patterson is killing these children."

The front door of the clinic burst open, and Ayrton, the manager from the Travestie a Go-Go entered. "Why are these children off the treatment?" he screamed, before noticing Olivera, April and May near the back of the warehouse. Switching to English, he said, "I should have known that you American bitches would be trouble." Ayrton reached into his belt and pulled out a revolver, pointing it at the group.

"Drop your weapon," Orgo called out in Portuguese as Borda and he raised their weapons and pointed them at Ayrton.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 09



Ayrton started to slowly bend down, holding out his hands like he was going to drop his weapon. Once he had bent about halfway down, though, he reached out and grabbed one of the children, pulling him close against his body and sticking the gun to his head. The child's mother grabbed at Ayrton, but he punched her in the head, causing her to fall to the ground, sobbing.

Ayrton looked at Orgo and Borda, and told them to drop their weapons. They looked over at Olivera, who nodded for them to compile. Orgo and Borda dropped their guns, and kicked them towards Ayrton as he ordered.

Ayrton looked at April and May, who still had their pistols in their hands, but hadn't raised them. "Now, you girls drop your guns too, or the little punk will get a bullet in his head," Ayrton said in English. The girls complied, kicking the guns across the smooth, concrete floor of the warehouse towards Ayrton.

April sneered. "You won't get away with this. Illegally testing of drugs is a very serious offence."

Ayrton laughed, slowly backing his way towards the door. "What are you going to do? Sue me? Try and get the Americans to arrest me? You can't. There is no extradition from Brazil to the USA, and here in Brazil, I can always buy my way out of any legal trouble. All you have done is mess up our one trial, and made sure that 300 children won't get any more treatment for their meningitis. I'll be free, and these 300 children will be dead."

Olivera shook his head, saying in English to Ayrton, "I'll make sure that these children get treatment. And you won't get away with this. I'll find a way to make sure of that."

Ayrton laughed. "I doubt that very much you have the resources to touch me." Ayrton was almost at the door now, slowly walking backwards as he pulled the frightened child with him, the revolver's barrel pressed into the flesh of the child's temple.

"You may be able to get away today," Olivera said, "but I promise you that you won't get away for ever. Justice will be served."

Ayrton shrugged, reaching the door. "I've never been a fan of justice. Personally, I like things to always go my way." Ayrton looked at April and May. "Oh, and girls, I'll see you again, most likely when I am piling dirt on your graves. I'll find you, and make sure you pay for this."

Ayrton had been paying so much attention to April, Olivera and May that he hadn't noticed the mother of the child he was threatening as she slowly reached over and picked up the pistol that Orgo had kicked towards Ayrton. The mother picked the gun up and pointed it at Ayrton. She pulled the trigger.

The blast of the pistol echoed off the hard walls of the large warehouse. Ayrton grabbed the side of his head and fell to the ground, releasing the child, who ran towards his mother.

Ayrton pulled his hand away from his head. There was blood on it, but he was still alive with a stinging pain on the side of his head. The bullet had just grazed his head. He laughed and raised the gun, pointing it at Olivera.

Before he could pull the trigger, Orgo, who had started running towards Ayrton as soon as he heard the shot, reached him and smashed his massive fist into the side of Ayrton's head. Ayrton screamed in pain, dropping the revolver. Orgo kicked the revolver away from Ayrton, and picked him up, immobilizing Ayrton's arms.

Olivera ran over to make sure the child and mother were okay. April and May ran over to Orgo, and grabbing a couple of the zip-tie handcuffs from Orgo's backpack, secured Ayrton's arms and legs.

Olivera walked over to Ayrton. Ayrton looked up and laughed. "So, what now? You going to call the police? They don't care. Let me go, and I will make sure you are well rewarded for it."

Olivera looked down, and shook his head. He stood up on one of the beds and addressed the crowd of parents and children assembled in the warehouse.

"My name is Doctor Hector Olivera, and I live in Jacarezinho, like all of you. Some of you may know me, and have come to get treatment from me before. I know that some of you came to see me for treatment of your children's meningitis, and I also know sadly that I wasn't able to offer treatment to all your children because I didn't have enough drugs. I apologise for that, and am very sorry that I have again stopped the treatment your children are receiving here. I promise you that I will work tirelessly to get proper, decent treatment for your children to make sure they have the best chance to live."

"But the treatment that your children were receiving here, it was not good."

"I know that things are tough, and we all struggle to try and get by sometimes. Especially when your children are sick, it is tough. You have to stay home from work to care for your children, which means less wages, and you have the extra costs of medicine for your children. The doctors who have been treating your children have taken advantage of your situation, and have been treating your children with experimental and dangerous medicine. They have known for the past month that the deaths that have happened are due to the drugs, and not the disease, but they have kept this to themselves. They have been killing our children, and have done nothing about it. This man is a murderer," Olivera concluded, pointing at Ayrton.

Olivera climbed down off the bed. "Orgo, Borda, take the two guards outside. We'll take them back to the office and see what information we can get out of them." Orga and Borda nodded, and picked up the guards and carried them outside.

Olivera turned to the six nurses. "Leave now. Run away, and never, ever come back to Jacarezinho. And remember, you are meant to be healers. Heal people, don't make them sicker." The nurses, red-faced, left quickly.

Olivera walked over to April and May. "He is right," Olivera said, switching to English as he pointed at Ayrton. "You can't do anything as Americans, and the Brazilian police won't care. We could try suing, but Patterson and his drug company can afford armies of lawyers and we can afford nothing. There is no legitimate, legal way to touch him. Legal justice fails us in this case."

Olivera put his arms around April and May, and directed them towards the front of the warehouse. April looked back and Ayrton, hog tied and lying on the floor of the warehouse. "So, what happens to him, then?" she asked.

Olivera paused in the front door of the clinic and looked back.  The mothers were ushering their children out the back door of the clinic while the fathers surrounded Ayrton, fists clenched and angry looks on their faces.

"Street justice," Olivera said, closing the door of the clinic behind him.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 10



"Can I take a picture with you, Carlos?" asked the tiny blonde woman in a jean skirt and pink tank-top.

"Sure, of course," Carlos said, pushing his chair away from the small patio table where he and Ria were eating breakfast. He stood up from the table and put his arm around the woman. 

The woman looked over at Ria and held up her mobile phone. "Do you mind?" she asked. Carlos winked at Ria and smiled. Ria, rolling her eyes, stood up and took the woman's mobile phone. She pointed the phone at the woman and Carlos and snapped a photo of them.

"Thank you so much," the woman said, planted a big, wet kiss on Carlos' cheek.

"Who is going to win the Santiago Grand Prix?" Carlos asked the woman.

"Oh, you are, of course, Carlos!" the woman said.

Carlos gave her a hug. She walked away, and Carlos sat back down at the table, grabbing his pain au chocolat and taking a big bite.

Ria smirked at him. "The sixth time today I have acted as photographer for you and one of your fat, slutty fans."

Carlos frowned. "Hey, she wasn't fat," he said, watching the woman walk away. He looked up and grinned at Ria. Ria shook her head. 

Carlos took a sip of his coffee. "On a more serious note, Fernandez has purchased an airline ticket to head to Arica, a town in Northern Chile for 1 o'clock today. He has a booking at a hotel on the edge of town for the evening. Beyond that, we aren't sure what his plans are. I am going to get the next flight up there, the 4:40 flight, and try and pick up the trail. What are your plans?"

Ria thought for a moment. Technically, her mission was to gather intelligence on Rodrigo Tabernas, however he was currently not in Chile. She really should stay in Santiago and keep her cover as part of the Cabo Blanco Tequila Ambassadors, but the schedule over the next few days was very light.

"I'd really love to head up to Arica and help you follow up on the leads on Fernandez, but I should keep my cover here," Ria said.

Carlos smiled. "Come on, butterfly, you'd still be fine with your cover. You'd be accompanying the Cabo Blanco's number one driver on a public relations trip to Northern Chile. An extra set of eyes and legs would be welcome," Carlos said, tilting his head to the side and looking under the table. "...And what a pair of legs they are."

Ria nodded. "Okay, I'll go."

Carlos winked. "That's my butterfly, spread your wings and fly with Carlos." He took out his mobile phone and punched a speed dial number. "Yes, I need two business class tickets to Arica for the 4:40 flight this afternoon, and can you book me a suite at the Panamericana Hotel?"

A dark look came over Carlos' face. He took the mobile away from his mouth for a second and looked at Ria, dread in his eyes. "They don't offer business class on domestic flights. We are going to have to fly... coach." His voice trembled as he said the last word.

* * * 

That evening, Ria and Carlos sat on a terrace of the Panoramic Bar at the Panamericana hotel in Arica, looking out into the darkness. Despite the sun having set almost two hours previously, the night was warm, though tempered by the occasional cool ocean breeze blowing up from the Pacific Ocean. Ria took a sip of her cosmopolitan and looked over at Carlos, who was booting up a laptop computer.

"Let's see what Fernandez has been up to," he said.

"How are you going to do that?" Ria asked. Carlos had booked a hotel that was miles away from Fernandez, who obviously would know both Ria and Carlos on sight.

"I am following him virtually," Carlos explained. "I installed a key logger on his computer a few months ago, so I have been able to see what he does on it. He's not very computer literate, actually, but he does use it to book travel, so we can find out where he is headed next."

Carlos gave Ria a play-by-play as he downloaded and reviewed what Fernandez had done on his computer. "He has booked a 12:40 flight from Tacna, Peru to Lima via Cusco. Tacna is just across the border from here. He's used a false name on the booking -- Francisco Suarez. That's a known alias that he uses. He has a false passport and credit cards in that name. No doubt he is planning to cross the border under the false name. He also booked two nights in Lima at a hotel."

Carlos brought up a travel site, and looked for travel options to Lima. "Our best bet to is cross over to Tacna and catch a flight up to Lima from there. There is a 6:55 tomorrow morning that would get us into Lima. We could then be there when Fernandez arrives and pick up his trail at the airport."

"Don't you think Fernandez would notice us at the airport?" Ria asked.

Carlos shook his head. "No. If we were on his flight, he would notice us for sure, but I've followed him on a number of occasions, and he never notices. He's not very attentive when it comes to being physically followed. The airport in Lima will be busy, and we can pick him up without much trouble."

Ria nodded, thinking back to the flight from San Diego to Cordoba where Fernandez barely looked up from his work on the flight, despite the presence of the four sexy Cabo Blanco ambassadors, especially Emma, who practically wiggled her ass in his face at one point. The man was obviously a very focused person.

Carlos booked the flights. "A 6:55 flight means we'll have to leave here very early tomorrow morning. We should probably give ourselves a couple hours to make the trip so we can clear customs. I'm afraid we aren't going to get too much time to enjoy this beautiful hotel," Carlos said, sweeping his arm across the vista they could see from the terrace they were sitting on of the beautiful ocean-view restaurant, the pool with the lounges and the outdoor spa lit up against the dark night. "We'll have to get to bed early," he said.

Ria raised an eyebrow and rubbed her foot against Carlos' leg. "So, we can still enjoy something at this hotel."

Carlos smiled. "You want another drink, or you want to head to the room?"

Ria stood up and started to walk towards the hotel entrance, answering Carlos' question. Carlos jumped up and followed.

Carlos went to the front desk to arrange a car to take them to Peru tomorrow while Ria went upstairs to get ready. She walked into the suite they had booked at the hotel. The front door opened into a main room, marble floors with a couple large sofa, a massive flat screen TV and a small bar. The main room lead off to a terrace that overlooked the Pacific Ocean. To the left were two doors. One door led to the main bedroom, with a king size bed covered with a fluffy white duvet. The other door led into the bathroom, with a massive Jacuzzi tub large enough for two. It was into the bathroom that Ria went.

Ria turned on the water in the tub and poured in some of the bath gel provided by the hotel. As the tub filled with hot, bubbly water, Ria went into the bedroom and changed out of her day clothes and into a short black negligee, the hem just barely covering the bottom of her butt cheeks. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. With her arms at her sides, the negligee provided a decent coverage of her groin, but when she lifted her arms, the hem rose up to expose the tip of her flaccid cock. Ria smiled and walked back into the bathroom.

Ria put a few scented candle around the bathtub and lit them. She turned out the lights of the bathroom, leaving the flickering light of the candles to provide a dim, constantly shifting illumination. As Ria turned off the water on the full tub, she heard the door open to the hotel room. Ria walked to the door of the bathroom and leaned against it, holding onto the door jamb high in the air, letting the negligee ride up and uncover the end of her soft, sexy shemale cock.

Carlos walked through the door. He smiled as he saw Ria, but instead of walking towards her, he stood holding the door open. Ria was confused until she saw why. A hotel porter pushed a cart into the room. The porter looked up and locked eyes with Ria. Ria watched as his eyes quickly scanned down her body. His eyes bulged and mouth opened as he saw what was hanging below the hem of her negligee. 

Ria blushed and quickly brought her arms down so the hem would fall and cover up her cock. The porter, bright red, quickly looked down at the floor and stammered "goodnight," to Carlos. Carlos, smiling, gave the porter a tip and closed the door after the porter left.

"You could have warned me about that," Ria said, still red with embarrassment.

Carlos smiled as he walked over to Ria. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, planting a kiss on her lips. They held the kiss, soft and sensual, for a moment, and then broke off. Carlos used his arm on the small of Ria's back to guide her towards the cart that the porter had left in the room. "I didn't want to deprive the man of having a great story to tell his friends, now did I?" Carlos said. "I decided to get us a little treat to enhance our fun."

Ria examined the contents on the top of the cart. Chilling in an ice bucket was a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Champagne, which Carlos took out of the ice bucket and opened with a pop. There was a large bowl of strawberries and a bowl of whipped cream. As Carlos poured the Champagne into the two flutes provided, Ria took a strawberry and dipped it in the whip cream. She brought the strawberry up to Carlos' mouth. He opened his mouth, and Ria ran the strawberry along his bottom lip, leaving a trail of whipped cream. Carlos stuck out his tongue, gently licking the cream off the strawberry. Ria ran the strawberry halfway along his upper lip and then pushed it into Carlos' mouth. Carlos closed his lips around the strawberry as Ria moved it slightly in and out of his mouth. Ria let Carlos draw the strawberry into his mouth, and released it as Carlos chomped down on it. He swallowed the strawberry down and licked the whipped cream off his lips.

Ria took her champagne flute and moved over to the sofa. Carlos pushed the cart over towards the sofa and took a seat beside Ria. They clinked glasses and took a sip of the sparkling champagne. Ria felt the bubbles shot straight to her head, and remembered that she hadn't eaten since lunchtime. "Wow, that really has a kick," she said.

Carlos took a strawberry from the cart and dipped it into the whipped cream. "Here, maybe some food in your stomach will help take the edge off the wine." He held the strawberry about half and inch from Ria's mouth. Ria stuck out her tongue, licking a daub of whipped cream off the strawberry and swallowing it down. Ria stuck out her tongue again, this time cradling the strawberry on her tongue. She slowly pulled the strawberry towards her, Carlos letting the strawberry go as it entered her mouth.

Ria and Carlos took another sip of the champagne, and then Ria reached over for a strawberry and cream. She moved it slowly towards Carlos' mouth. He opened his mouth, awaiting the cream-covered berry. Just before the berry was within the reach of Carlos' tongue, Ria quickly shot the berry forward, painting a large swath of cream onto Carlos' nose. Carlos' eyes shot wide open, shocked at the unexpected attack on his nose with the strawberry. Ria laughed, and then leaned forward and licked the cream off his nose. Once Carlos' nose was cleaned of cream, Ria moved her lips to Carlos' mouth, and the two lovers kissed.

Ria pulled away and held the strawberry back up to Carlos' mouth, this time allowing Carlos to reach the strawberry with his lips, and suck it into his mouth. As Carlos swallowed down the last of the berry, Ria took a sip of champagne but didn't swallow. Ria leaned forward and Carlos and Ria's lips met, the mouths opening slightly. Champagne from Ria's mouth flooded into Carlos' mouth, the tingly bubbles swirling around the tongues of the Ria and Carlos as they French kissed. Carlos pulled away, the champagne split between the two lovers mouths, with just a small trail of champagne running down the chin of Ria. Carlos leaned forward and licked the bubbly off Ria's chin.

Carlos took another cream-dipped strawberry and moved it slowly towards Ria's mouth. The strawberry was overloaded with cream, and before reaching Ria's mouth a large daub dropped off and landed on Ria's exposed cleavage. Carlos put the strawberry between Ria's lips. Ria sucked on the strawberry, the thick, white cream flowing off the ripe, red fruit and down her throat. Carlos leaned forward and licked the daub of whipped cream which had landed on Ria's bosom. Ria leaned back as Carlos' mouth worked on her ample breast.

As Carlos' lips and tongue still massaged Ria's bust, his hand reached over and he dipped two fingers into the whipped cream. He brought his cream covered fingers up to Ria's mouth. She took them into her mouth and sucked on them, swallowing down the white cream. With his other hand, Carlos moved the negligee down, exposing Ria's red nipple. Carlos took the tender nipple in his mouth. His fingers, cleaned of cream, pulled out of Ria's mouth and returned to the cream bowl. His fingers returned to Ria's mouth, another load of whipped cream for her to suck down.

Carlos pulled Ria's negligee down further, revealing both her breasts fully. He moved to Ria's other nipple, licking and sucking on the increasingly hard, red nub. His tongue flicked the nipple before his lips wrapped around it and sucked it. He bite down slightly. Ria flinched, more with surprise than pain. She put her hand on Carlos' head, and pushed it down onto her breast. Carlos took the sign to suck and lick her nipple with increased gusto.

Ria finished off the cream from Carlos' fingers. Carlos' fingers went back for another load of cream, this time scooping up almost half the bowl of cream. As he was moving his hand towards Ria's mouth, the cream dropped off his hand and landed on his shirt and Ria's negligee, large white blobs of cream running down off their clothes and onto the sofa.

"Oh well, might as well get out of these clothes now," Ria said. She pushed Carlos off her nipple and stood up, letting the negligee fall to the floor. Carlos saw that Ria's cock had become hard, the hairless beauty standing six inches straight and long. Ria grabbed the champagne bottle and headed into the bathroom. Carlos watched for a moment as the sexy shemale sashayed across the room, wiggling her hips and ass as she walked. Carlos wasted no time in standing up, stripping his clothes off and following Ria into the bathroom.

Ria slipped into the bubbly water of the tub and took a swig from the champagne bottle. Carlos, naked and rock hard, walked into the bathroom and eagerly joined her in the tub. The two sat at opposite ends of the tubs facing each other. Ria passed Carlos the champagne bottle and he took a sip. Carlos leaned forward, holding out the champagne bottle. Ria opened her mouth and leaned her head back. Carlos poured the champagne into her mouth, though much of it spilled out and over her body. Carlos lunged forward and licked the stray champagne off Ria's neck and torso, paying special attention again to her nipples.

Ria pulled herself up out of the water, leaning back on her arms so that her cock was sticking up and out of the water and straight towards the ceiling. Carlos poured the champagne onto Ria's breasts, the bubbly running over her mounds and down her stomach to flow around her cock. Carlos leaned forward again and licked the champagne off Ria's body, starting at her tits and working his way down her stomach until his lips were posed at the base of Ria's hard cock.

Carlos poured some of the champagne on Ria's dick. The cold, fizzy liquid was a shock on Ria's sensitive penis, and she sucked in a sudden breath. The champagne dripped and drizzled off Ria's hard dick. Carlos started to lick the champagne off Ria's cock, his lips and tongue sucking the bubbly off every inch of her head, shaft and balls.

The champagne sucked off Ria's dick, Carlos went to work in earnest on her cock. He licked the head of her cock, flicking it playfully with his tongue. Ria, balancing herself on one arm, grabbed Carlos' head with the other hand and pushed it down on her cock. Carlos took Ria into his mouth. Ria started thrusting her hips upwards into Carlos' mouth. Carlos wrapped his lips around Ria's cock and opened his throat, passively letting Ria set her own pace and fuck his face. Ria bucked up against Carlos, her full length burying into his mouth and her balls slapping up against his chin. Carlos dropped the champagne bottle over the side of the tub, the bottle toppling over and spilling out its contents onto the cold marble of the bathroom floor.

With one final push, Ria shoved her cock as far into Carlos' mouth as she could. Holding him down on her cock with her hand, she exploded into his mouth, waves of warm cream flowing into his mouth and down his throat. Carlos gobbled down every drop. Though not as sweet as the whipped cream, to Carlos it tasted much better.

Spent, Ria slid back down into the bubbly, warm water. Carlos leaned forward and kissed Ria. Ria could taste just a hint of her cum on his lips. Carlos put his arms around Ria's back and pulled Ria closer to him, her legs passing over his and wrapping around his back. She felt the tip of his hard cock press up against her ass. The warm, soapy water combined with the relaxing effects of the champagne opened her up, and his dick slid into her hole with little resistance.

Carlos lifted Ria up onto his lap, his dick buried in her ass under the surface of the sudsy water. He started to bounce her up and down on his lap, his shaft moving in and out of her. Ria gasped with each thrust of his dick into her. Ria's bowed her head, her hair brushing against the face of Carlos as he pumped into her. Carlos leaned forward and pressed his lips against Ria's. Her mouth opened, and their tongue pressed against each other as Carlos fucked her ass.

Carlos started to pumped harder into Ria. Water splashed over the edge of the tub, running down the sides and mixing on the already wet floor with the champagne. Carlos' thrusting increased again, and now water from the tub was splashing out in large waves, easily topping the candles and extinguishing them. Soon the bathroom was left in darkness. Without sight, the two lovers' other sensations heightened. 

Sounds amplified. Ria's heavy breathing and gasping with each thrust. Carlos' low, deep grunts of effort. The sounds of water splashing and sloshing out of the tub. 

Odours sharpened. The flowery smell of bubble bath and the dwindling scents of the scented candles. The smell of champagne. The lingering scent of strawberries and cream.

Mostly though, the sensation of touch increased. Ria's hair as it brushed against Carlos' face. Carlos' hands on Ria's back. Ria's hands on Carlos' shoulders. The feeling of Carlos buried deep into Ria's ass. With no sight of the other, the points where their bodies meet became more sensitive, almost like their bodies, adjusting to the darkness, shut down sensation in other areas and allowed the nerves in those areas to take over.

Carlos pressed himself into Ria's ass. She leaned back, her hands grasping Carlos' shoulder for leverage, and started to push herself up and down on Carlos' dick in rhythm with Carlos' thrusts. Carlos' grunts became one long, uninterrupted sound. Ria, barely able to catch her breath, let out a series of soft positive exclamations, "yes, yes, yes." The sound of the lovers was barely audible over the almost oceanic crashing of the water against the sides of the tub.

Carlos pushed up against Ria's ass, lifting her out of the water. Ria pitched forward, pushing Carlos down into the water. His head dropped below the surface as he came deep in Ria's ass. Bubbles streamed from Carlos' mouth and broke the surface of the water, clearing away the soapy bubbles of the bath gel. Carlos' legs kicked out of the water and braced themselves against the back and side wall of the tub, giving him extra leverage to try and push deeper into Ria. Ria threw out her hands to the other wall of the tub, pushing herself down onto Carlos' dick. His white cum flowed out of his cock and into Ria's ass.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 10



His cock drained, Carlos clawed at the side of the tub and pulled his head up out of the water, breaking the surface with a gasp for fresh air. Ria kissed his neck, "I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asked.

Carlos, still panting, nodded. "Yes, yes. That was amazing. I've never had my head held underwater as I came. It was an incredible feeling," he said. Ria smiled and kissed him.

The two lovers lounged in the tub until the water grew cold, and then carefully retreated to the bedroom to sleep. The last thing Carlos did before putting his head on the pillow was set the alarm for four AM, just five hours away.

* * *

The next morning the shocking buzz of the alarm awoke Carlos and Ria at four in the morning. They packed quickly and met their car at the hotel entrance. The car drove them across the border into Peru and towards Tacna, arriving with ample time to check in for their 6:55 AM flight to Lima.

While waiting for the flight, Ria told Carlos the story of how she came to be involved with the CIA and the operation with Cabo Blanco Racing to sniff out the Aguila Roja's identity. At the end of the story, Carlos whistled.

"That's impressive. You have handled yourself quite impressively for an amateur. That would explain as well why the Colombian DAS hadn't picked up on you being a potential employee of a security agency. Usually someone in your position would have a lot more training," he said, nodding appreciatively. Then the look on his face changed, and he raised an eyebrow and frowned. "Though, that does mean I got knocked around in the warehouse by an untrained amateur, which doesn't do much for my male ego."

Ria playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Don't worry about your male ego. Trust me, last night you definitely proved that you can be manly," she said, patting her ass.

The loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the departure of the LAN flight to Lima. Ria and Carlos boarded and both of them were asleep before the plane left the runway, tired out from yesterday's travel, last night's passion and this morning's early start.

The plane landed a little under two hours later in Lima. With six and a half hours before Fernandez flight was scheduled to land, Ria and Carlos prepared themselves for tailing Fernandez. They checked into a hotel and dropped their bags. Carlos rented a car and parked it in short term parking at the airport, ready to leave at a moment's notice. Carlos then stopped by the Colombian embassy and picked up a couple radio-transmitters with small microphones and ear pieces for Ria and he to keep in touch. Carlos also checked to see if Fernandez had any activity on his computer this morning, but nothing showed up.

Ria checked in with the CIA and let them know her present status, and that she had teamed up with Carlos to follow Fernandez. Black Oak reminded her to not give away too much information to Carlos. "You can never be sure what side of the fence the Colombians are going to come down on when it comes to drug smuggling," he said.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, they took their positions at Lima airport. Ria, her black hair covered by a blond wig and eyes covered with large sunglasses, waited at the arrivals area. Carlos was in the car. Both had their radio mikes and ear buds in place.

At a quarter to four Fernandez walked out into the non-secure part of the airport. As Carlos had stated, he stared straight ahead and made a bee-line for the taxis. "He's heading for a cab," Ria said into the microphone.

"I'll pick you up in front of the terminal," Ria heard in her ear, followed by the sound of the car starting. Ria, keeping 20 feet back, followed Fernandez through the busy airport. As he got close to the exit of the terminal, Ria sped up, closing the gap between them, until Ria was right behind Fernandez as he pushed out the door.

"Taxi, sir?" a man asked Fernandez.

Fernandez nodded at the man, handing him his bag and saying, "Avenue Republica de Panama, just by Plaza Fanning in Callao. You know it?"

The taxi driver nodded and led Fernandez towards a bright yellow Toyota Corolla, dented and old. Ria walked past the car. Once out of ear shot of Fernandez she said. "Beat up yellow Corolla. Going to Avenue Republic de Panama and Plaza Fanning in Callao."

Carlos responded. "Okay, I'm punching it into the GPS." 

Ria kept walking until she was about 50 feet down the curb, where she stopped. Carlos pulled up and she hopped in the rented Chevrolet Corsa, pulling the ear bud out of her ear. They waited a moment until the Corolla carrying Fernandez drove past, and then pulled away from the curb.

"Callao is the port area. It's not far from here, actually. Should be less than 30 minutes," Carlos said.

Carlos, keeping a few car lengths back, followed the taxi. The taxi took the most direct and obvious route to the destination, proof in Carlos' mind that Fernandez was unaware of the presence of a tail.

The taxi stopped a few blocks south of Plaza Fanning on Avenue Republica de Panama in front of a nondescript, three story commercial building. Carlos pulled the rented Corsa into a parking lot across the street and shut off the engine. Fernandez had the taxi driver bring his bag into the building. A few minutes later the taxi driver exited, got in his cab and drove away.

"Obviously he is planing on staying for a bit," Carlos said. "Run over there and see if you can find out what is in the building. I'll wait in the car in case Fernandez reappears."

Ria stuck the ear bud back in her ear, exited the car and ran across the street. As she approached the building, she gave it a quick once over. There was no obvious signage on the building. She looked in the front entrance, two large glass doors. A security guard was sitting behind a desk looking bored. In front of him Ria could see a small building directory.

Ria opened the doors and walked in, walking with a strange gait as she held her thighs tightly together. She stood in front of the guard, crossing one leg over the other. "Is there a toilet in this building I can use?" she asked.

The guard shook his head. "No public toilets," he said.

Ria hopped slightly and groaned. "Oh, come on, please. I really need to go!" she said. She flashed a bright smile at the guard and batted her eyelashes. 

The guard looked around and sighed. "Okay, but make it quick and don't tell anyone. If they find out, I'll be in trouble," he said. "Go up to the first floor and it is right by the stairs."

Ria thanked the guard and walked up the stairs. Entering the women's washroom, she checked that the stalls were empty and then spoke into her microphone. "There are two businesses in the building. FTS Pan Allied Shipping and Forma Terra Marine."

"Okay, that's good. Come back to the car now," he said.

"Okay, I'm coming back," Ria said.

Ria walked out of the toilet just as a man was walking up the stairs. He walked towards a door with a security badge reader. He swiped his badge and opened the door, holding it open for Ria. Ria nodded and smiled at him and walked through the door. The man walked in and wandered down to his left, so Ria turned right and walked in the other direction.

Ria walked through the office. It looked like any number of offices around the world. A number of small glass-walled offices and meeting rooms surrounded by cubicles. Ria walked through the office casually, but quickly examined any items that would give her a clue to the business. There were numerous pictures of large container ships on the walls, as well as charts of shipping routes.

Ria ducked into a photocopier room, and not seeing anyone said into the mike, "It looks like a shipping company, though that was probably obvious from the name."

"Where are you?" Carlos asked. "Are you IN the office? Jesus, get out of there!"

"Just a moment," Ria said. She exited the photocopier room on the other side of the office. Along the far wall was a number of portraits. She quickly examined them. They were the officers of the company - chairman and CEO Andres Torres, CFO Pedro Ferdinand, Executive-vice president of Risk and Security Jesus Villaroya and Tilsa Chiappini, Director, Legal Affairs

Ria turned and walked away from the portraits along the other side of the building. Walking past a glass-walled meeting room she saw Fernandez meeting with both the CEO Torres and CFO Ferdinand. Not wanting to attract attention, she didn't slow down, instead just getting a glimpse of the meeting in progress. A number of papers were scattered over the table the three men were sitting at.

Ria said into the mike, "Fernandez is meeting with the CEO and CFO."

"Ria, seriously, get out of that office right now," Carlos said. Ria pulled the receiver out of her ear and shoved it down her shirt.

Ria walked a little further along, and saw a larger office, this one labelled as the office of Chairman and CEO Andres Torres. Sitting outside the office was a woman at a desk, obviously Torres' personal assistant. Ria strolled up to her. "Excuse me, Mr. Villaroya asked me to see if he could get some time with Mr. Torres this afternoon? When will Mr. Torres be out of his present meeting?"

The personal assistant looked at her computer. "He is scheduled to be in his present meeting for the rest of the afternoon. I can schedule some time for Mr. Villaroya tomorrow morning at eight?"

Ria nodded. "That would be excellent. I'll let Mr. Villaroya know." Recalling the false name that Fernandez used to cross the border and book the flight, Ria said, "Is that Mr. Francisco Suarez that Mr. Torres is meeting with?"

The personal assistant nodded. "Yes. He has invested heavily in the company in the past few months. He now has a 30% share of the company, and is currently negotiating for a larger stake. Though, of course, don't tell anyone. It isn't public knowledge yet." 

"No, of course I won't. Thanks again," Ria said, turning and walking out the door and to the staircase.

After descending the staircase, she passed the security guard. He looked at her, and at his watch. 

"Sorry," Ria said. "I had drunk a lot of water today, so it took a long time to go to the toilet." Ria pushed the door open and exited the building.

Back in the car Ria told Carlos what the personal assistant had said to her about Fernandez buying up a large percentage of the company.

Carlos frowned. "You took way too big a chance there. You could have easily been caught." Ria gave Carlos a hangdog look, which just made him shake his head.

Carlos pulled out an Apple iPhone and connected to the secure Colombian security forces network, DASnet. "Let's see what we can find on Mr. Francisco Suarez's investment in either FTS Pan Allied Shipping or Forma Terra Marine." Carlos pulled up the public company records of the two organisations. "Forma Terra Marine is a wholly owned subsidiary of FTS Pan Allied. FTS is listed on the BVL, that's the Bolsa de Valores de Lima - the Lima stock exchange. Yes, there have been a number of large purchases recently. Not only a holding company owned by Francisco Suarez, aka Andre Fernandez, but also a number of other large purchases. In the past 3 months more than 60% of the shares of this company have changed hands. That's incredible. Not only that, but it looks like Fernandez is purchasing shares in other shipping companies across the Americas. His holding company has been acquiring shares in companies from Colombia, Panama, Chile, Argentina, Mexico, USA and Canada."

Ria raised an eyebrow. "Why? To ship drugs and guns?"

Carlos frowned. "Maybe, but they already have a supply route with the racing series. Perhaps they are looking to get another route, but the size of the investment would suggest that they are securing the control of a majority of the trans-American shipping traffic. Basically, if it goes north-south in the Americas, they are buying it up. That capacity is well above any needs for a simple drugs-for-weapons trade."

Carlos disconnected his iPhone from the DASnet and looked up at the nondescript building in which Fernandez was meeting. "What are you up to, Mr. Fernandez?"

* * * 

An hour and a half later, a yellow taxi pulled up outside of the building. Fernandez exited the building and climbed into the cab. The taxi pulled away, and Carlos started up the car and followed. The taxi drove into the centre of Lima, eventually depositing Fernandez at the Doubletree El Pardo in the Miraflores part of Lima.

Carlos parked the car a block down from the Doubletree and placed a call. Having known Fernandez's hotel arrangements in advance thanks to the key logger on his computer, Carlos had arranged to have a couple Colombian DAS agents pick up the surveillance on Fernandez from the point he checked into his hotel. 

"He's at the hotel now. Do you have him?" Carlos asked.

"Yes," the agent said. "He's just checking in."

"Okay, send me a text once you know what room he is in, and let us know if he makes any moves. We'll pick up the surveillance tomorrow at seven," Carlos said.

"Okay, will do," the agent replied, and hung up.

Carlos nodded at Ria. "Now we have the evening to finally catch up on our sleep," he said.

"One more thing I need to do," Ria said. "Can I borrow your phone?"

Carlos handed Ria the phone, and she punched in the phone number of the personal assistant to the CEO of FTS Pan Allied Shipping, a number she had read off the phone when talking to the woman and committed to memory. As she expected at almost seven a night, she got the woman's voicemail. After the tone, Ria said, "this is the office of Mr. Villaroya. Mr. Villaroya will not need to see Mr. Torres tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, so you can free that time up. I hope this doesn't inconvenience Mr. Torres too much. Thank you." 

Ria hung up and handed the iPhone back to Carlos. Carlos looked at her quizzically. "I figured if Villaroya didn't show up for the eight o'clock meeting, that might make people suspicious. However, a cancelled meeting just gives a busy CEO an extra hour in his day. He'll be so happy to have some time to himself, he probably won't even follow up on why the meeting was cancelled," she said. 
Carlos nodded in agreement. "Butterfly, you are a natural spook, do you know that? You were born to spy." Carlos started up the Corsa, put it in gear and pulled away from the curb.

* * *

Carlos had booked himself and Ria into a room at the Crown Plaza, just a 10 minute drive away from the Doubletree. Unlike the massive suite last night, Carlos had just booked a regular room in Lima. "Have to keep some sort of control on my expenses," he said, shrugging, as they surveyed the room. 

Ria was still impressed. The room was bright and warm, with large king sized bed that after the early start and long day, seemed very tempting. Ria opened up a vanity to find a TV set and small stereo system. She flicked on the stereo and soft classical music played softly.

Carlos looked at his iPhone. "Fernandez is checked in, room 415. He has apparently asked the concierge to make a reservation for one person at a nearby steakhouse, so I guess he's dining alone this evening."

Ria nodded, rummaging through her luggage. She pulled out a one-piece bathing suit, black and sleek like the Olympic swimmers used to wear before technology invaded even the humble bathing suit. "I am going to go down to the pool and take a dip," she said.

Carlos nodded, flopping on the bed, remote control in hand. "That's cool. I think I'll just rest up here for a bit. Unless you have a burning desire to go out, I figure we can just order up some room service tonight and make it an early one. We have to be up by six so we can get to the Doubletree and pick up Fernandez tomorrow at seven."

Ria nodded, changing into her black bathing suit. "That's fine with me. I won't be long. I just want a dip to freshen up and wake up a bit."

Ria put on a bathroom and a pair of sandals, and made her way down to the pool. Ria quickly showered, letting the cool water run over her tired body. She entered the main poll area. The pool wasn't big, certainly not large enough to do laps in. However it was empty other than for her and decent enough for a soak.

Ria slipped into the warm water and floated on her back, her arms and legs outstretched to give her buoyancy. She started up at the lights on the ceiling and let her mind drift. Less than 3 months ago she was working on a fishing charter in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, flirting with fat white men in an attempt to maximize the paltry tips they gave. Now she was floating in the pool of an executive hotel in Lima, Peru, working for the CIA on the trail of one of the worst drug lords and gun runners in recent memory. 

And to top it all off, she'd met an interesting, sexy man. "Carlos," she said to herself, closing her eyes and picturing him.

Instead of Carlos, though, Robert Chambers popped into her head, the American agent who had first found her in Oaxaca, Mexico and who she had last seen almost a month ago in San Diego, California. "Strange," she thought. "I wonder what made him pop into my head?"

She thought of Chambers for a moment. Theirs had been a strange relationship, especially seeing as the first day they'd met, he tried to kill her. When Black Oak first assigned Chambers to work with Ria, she could feel the anger and tension from him, but over time they grew to be friendly, and then became friends, and finally two days before she left for Argentina, became lovers. 

Since then, though, they'd had no contact. She had tried to get Black Oak to pass on some messages to him at first, but never heard any replies. Ria couldn't be sure whether that meant that Black Oak never passed on the messages, or simply that Chambers didn't bother to respond. Either way, she eventually had put Chambers out of her mind. Until that moment in the pool, when suddenly he jumped back into her head.

"I wonder where Chambers is right now?" she wondered.

What Ria didn't know was that at that exact moment, on a container ship off the coast of Chile, Robert Chambers was sitting in a small cabin on an uncomfortable bed wondering the exact same thing about her.

* * * 

After a half hour of soaking in the warm water of the small Crown Plaza pool, Ria returned to the room. Carlos was asleep on the bed, the TV tuned to a reply of a football match between Colombia and Paraguay. Ria went into the bathroom, slipped out of her swimsuit and took a quick shower. She dried off and slipped on the fluffy terry-cloth bathrobe. Coming out the bathroom, Carlos was awake.

"Hey butterfly. Have a nice swim?" he asked.

"Yes, I did. How was the match?" she asked. "Riveting?"

He laughed, aware that she must have seen him sleeping. "Colombia is a great country in most respects, but our football needs some work," he said. "So, are you hungry after your exercise?"

"Definitely," Ria said. "I just realized that we didn't eat lunch."

Carlos held up the room service menu. "Feel like a Peruvian speciality?" he said.

Ria opened her eyes with mock horror. "Please don't say you are going to order Guinea Pig!" Ria knew that Peruvians were fond of Guinea Pig as a dish, and had even seen a travel show recently where they showed a painting of the last supper that hangs in the Cathedral of Cuzco where Jesus and his disciples are breaking bread and sharing a roasting Guinea Pig.

Carlos laughed. "No, something a little more palatable, I hope. Lomo saltado. It is sirloin marinated in soy sauce, stir fried with onions and tomatoes. It comes with both rice and French fries, apparently."

Ria nodded. "Okay, sounds good, though you can have the French fries. One serving of carbs is enough for me." She patted her stomach. "I need to watch my figure, after all."

Carlos laughed and picked up the phone, ordering two orders of the lomo saltado and two Pilsen Callao, one of the local beers. Carlos and Ria lay on the king sized bed, snuggling and watching the football as they waited for the food. The snuggling was interrupted twice as Carlos jumped up and swore at the TV each time Paraguay scored. The game wound down just as the food arrived with Colombian losing two-nil.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 10



The porter delivering the food was a young girl, and she blushed as soon as she saw Carlos. As he was signing for the food, she kept looking up at him quickly, and then quickly looking away. Finally, she worked up the nerve to ask the question.

"Are you Carlos Sanz, the racing car driver?" she asked.

Carlos smiled and nodded. "Yes, sweetheart, I am."

The girl blushed. "Can I have a photo?" she asked, pulling out her mobile phone. Carlos looked over at Ria lying on the bed, who rolled her eyes but nonetheless stood up and took the girl's phone. Carlos put his arm around the girl. Ria raised the phone, and just as she was about to snap the photo, the girl leaned towards Carlos and planted a kiss on his cheek. Ria pressed the CAPTURE button, getting a surprised Carlos with a girl attached to his cheek.

The girl giggled as she looked at the picture. "Oh my god, I am so going to put this up on my Myspace page," she said, as she left. Ria raised an eyebrow at Carlos, who just shrugged. The two sat down on the edge of the bed and opened their trays of food.

The lomo saltado looked a mess, a mangle of potatoes, rice, beef and vegetables, but it tasted quite good. It was a cross between a Chinese stir-fry and a spicy Latin American dish. Despite her stated concerns about the carbs, Ria ate both the rice and the French fires, as well as polishing off the meat and veggies on her plate. The light pilsner beer matched well with the spicy dish, not unfamiliar to Ria from Mexico, where she had been matching light Mexican beers with spicy cooking for years.

After dinner was finished, Ria and Carlos lay back again on the bed, this time the TV set was turned off, and they cuddling was not interrupted by any wayward goals. Ria lay with her head Carlos' chest, feeling his chest rise and fall with each deep, even breath.

"What are you thinking?" Carlos asked.

"I was thinking about the girl today who delivered the food, and all those girls at the cafe when we had breakfast in Santiago. I bet as a race car driver you must have quite the amazing sex life," Ria said.

Carlos ran his fingers through Ria's dark hair. "Are you concerned that you are just another one of my sexual conquests?" he asked.

Ria laughed. "No, I am sure I am just another one of your sexual conquests," she said.

Carlos shook his head. "No, butterfly. You are more to me than that," he said. Ria said nothing, so Carlos kissed her on top of her head. "Come on, butterfly. Don't be jealous. I haven't slept with anyone since I met you," he said.

"What about Emma?" Ria said.

Carlos stammered. "Umm, right. I meant I haven't slept with anyone since I really got to know you, since we escaped from the warehouse."

Ria laughed. "Oh, you mean two days ago. You haven't had an opportunity to sleep with anyone else since then. We've been together the entire time," Ria said.

Carlos, recovered from being caught in the lie, grabbed Ria's face and pulled it up to his. He kissed her on the lips. "Beautiful Ria, you don't have any reason to be insecure. You do things for me that Emma could never do ever, and I don't just mean that because she is a genetic girl and you are a transgendered girl. You have intelligence and character. Emma is fun to be with, but doesn't have the depth that you do. Emma's not the kind of girl I could be serious about, she's just a fun date."

"And really good in bed," Ria said.

Carlos nodded. "Exactly." Carlos stared off to the wall for a moment, revelling in the fact that he had seemed to turn around the situation, so it took him a moment to make the connections on what Ria had said. After about 20 seconds though, it hit him. "Hang on a second, how do you know that Emma is good in bed?"

Ria blushed. "Umm, just a guess," she said.

Carlos looked at her and read the lie on her face. "Wait a second, you've slept with Emma, haven't you! Oh my, you give me grief for sleeping with a girl, and then it turns out you've slept with her too! Butterfly, you crafty little minx, trying to make me feel bad."

Ria, still red with embarrassment, said, "it's not like that, exactly."

Carlos laughed. "It doesn't matter, we've both had our fun with Emma. We are adults, we are allowed. So, I didn't know you went with girls as well as boys."

Ria blushed a brighter shade of red. "Emma was my first, actually," Ria said.

Carlos smiled. "You know, you were right. As a race car driver and spy, I do get a lot of women. I've done some amazing things. Threesomes, foursomes. I even once had six girls in bed with me at the same time. One of the things I've never done though, is having a threesome with a genetic girl and a t-girl at the same time. I imagine it would be amazing," he said.

Ria spoke without thinking. "I once had a fantasy about you and Emma at the same time," she said. She immediately felt embarrassed for saying it, but looking up and seeing the curiosity on Carlos' face made most of the embarrassment fade.

"Really? Tell me about the fantasy," Carlos said.

"To start with, you were naked," Ria said.

Carlos stood up, and stripped off his clothes, revealing his body. Ria looked at his tanned and toned body with his cock hanging between his legs. The sight of the hard six pack stomach, muscled chest, sly smile and big brown eyes was enough to make Ria's cock start to stiffen. She undid the belt on her robe, letting the terry-cloth slide off her body and reveal her slim body, round breasts and semi-erect cock.

"What next in your fantasy?" Carlos asked, crawling onto the bed.

"You were kissing me," Ria said. Carlos crawled up and softly placed his lips upon Ria's. Carlos pressed himself up against the side of Ria's body, his growing cock pressing against her hip. He slid his leg over Ria's leg. One of his hands grasped her breast, gentle massaging it, while his other hand cradled the back of her head.

Carlos broke off the kiss. "In your fantasy, what is Emma doing right now?"

Ria pulled Carlos back close to her. "I have you to myself at the start," Ria said, then planted her lips on his. The two lovers kissed as Carlos slowly gyrated his groin against Ria's leg, massaging his cock to erection while also rubbing Ria's cock with his leg.

"Tell me more about your fantasy," Carlos said.

"Next you went down between my legs, and started to lick my ass," Ria said. Carlos started to kiss down her body, using his tongue and lips to explore her. He kissed her neck, her breasts and her stomach before reaching her cock.

Carlos licked his tongue slowly along Ria's hard shaft. "Are you sure in your fantasy that I wasn't sucking on this," he asked.

"No, you were definitely licking my ass," she said, pushing his head down between her legs as his thrust her ass up in the air. "Sucking my cock is where Emma comes in."

Carlos flicked his tongue into Ria's ass. "Tell me what it feels like, to have your cock sucked by Emma," he said before plunging his tongue deep into her.

Ria moaned at the sensation before saying, "you know what it is like to have Emma suck you off, I am sure."

Carlos pulled his tongue out of Ria's hole. "I know, but tell me what you felt. What you would feel if I was licking your ass and Emma was sucking on your cock," he said.

Carlos put his tongue back in Ria's asshole as she described the sensation for him. Ria's voice was soft and breathy as she described the scene in her fantasy to Carlos. "Emma's mouth is warm and wet and soft. At first she sucks on my cock slowly, but it doesn't take her long until she is really going at it. She gives a wet and sloppy blowjob. I don't mean that in a bad way, I mean that she really gets her mouth wet." Ria reached down and started to stroke her cock.

Carlos pulled away from her ass for moment. "Yes, tell me what it feels like to have her beautiful mouth on your cock and my tongue in your ass," he implored Ria. He lunged back into her ass with his tongue.

Ria, reeling for the physical sensation of Carlos' tongue and the fantasy thoughts flooding her mind found it hard to talk, but managed a breathy, stuttered delivery. "My cock feels warm and wet, so hard, it quivers. My ass is warm and wet also, spasms of pleasure as your tongue pleasures it. Emma's wet mouth, spills out. Her spit runs down over my balls. Down my ass crack. The spit mixes with yours on your tongue and in my ass."

Ria's cock was rock hard as she continued to stroke it, and her ass was wide and wet from Carlos' tongue. "Now fuck me," she said. "Now you fuck me and I fuck Emma."

Carlos pulled his tongue out of Ria's ass and positioned himself between her legs. He pressed his dick against her wet hole as Ria continued to tell him the fantasy. "You are between my legs, fucking me. Emma is on top of me, sliding her wet pussy up and down on my cock. It's so wet, juice flows from it all over my balls. The juice runs down between my ass cheeks, soaks your cock as it pushes in and out of ass."

Carlos, his cock already deep in Ria, reached down and grabbed Ria's cock. "My hand is Emma's pussy, wet and warm," he said. Ria moaned and reached up with her hands, massaging her tits.

"Yes, warm and wet. Emma's hands reach out and play with my tits, flicking and pinching and twisting my nipples," Ria said, performing the actions she was describing with her own hands.

Carlos fucked Ria's ass as he stroked her hard cock. Ria lifted her hips up into the air, pushing herself up on Carlos' hand while also giving him a better angle to deeply fuck her ass. Ria's fingers played with her hard, red nipples.

Ria, feeling close to orgasm, grabbed her dick, forcing Carlos' hand off it. She started to stroke it quickly. Carlos, seeing the sign she was close to cumming, heightened his own pace to bring himself to climax. Carlos reached out with his hand and replaced Ria's hand on her breast.

Carlos came first, shooting his load deep into Ria's ass. He pushed himself as far into her as he could, and let the cum stream out. After he'd drained himself into her, he held himself there.

Ria didn't hold on much longer. The sensation of her hand on her dick, Carlos deep in her ass and her other hand and one of Carlos' hands playing with her nipples drove her over the edge. Ria's cock exploded with a powerful orgasm, her white cum shooting all the way up her torso, landing on her stomach, her tits and even a few drops landing on her neck.

Ria lay back, breathing heavily. Carlos pulled himself out of Ria's ass, and started to gently lap up the come that covered her body, working his way up from her cock until, fully cleaned, he reached her lips. The two lovers gently kissed and held each other until they drifted off to sleep.

* * * 

The next morning Ria and Carlos arrived at the Doubletree Hotel at seven sharp to take up the tail on Fernandez. The agents who had watched him overnight briefed Carlos and Ria on Fernandez's night. He went out to dinner alone, and returned to the hotel right after dinner. He stayed in his room until just before seven this morning, when he came down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, which is where he was right now.

Carlos found a place to park the car not far from the hotel and waited in the car. Ria, again in her blonde wig and large sunglasses, went into the hotel and waited for him. Ria sat in the lobby, pretending to read the newspaper while she watched Fernandez in the hotel. He finished his breakfast, and returned to his room. About twenty minutes later he came back downstairs and went out to the curb to hail a cab.

"He's on the move," Ria said into her microphone.

Ria stood on the curb waiting for Carlos and listening to Fernandez speak to the taxi driver. He gave the driver an address on Avenue Mora. The taxi pulled away just as Carlos pulled up in the rented Corsa. Ria jumped in.

"Avenue Mora near Puerto Nuevo," she said.

Carlos peeled away from the curb, both trying to keep an eye on the taxi, which was already four blocks ahead of them and punching the co-ordinates into his GPS. The GPS came up with the location. "Callao again, right near the port. Maybe he is going to see another shipping company," Carlos said.

Carlos was able to quickly catch up to the taxi, and followed the cab at a distance as it headed north and west towards the port.

Arriving in the port area, the cab dropped Fernandez off in front of a large hangar building. The building was adorned with a sign that said, "P.A.R. Boat Builders." Carlos drove the car past the hangar, and parked in front of an empty building a block away. He and Ria got out of the car, and keeping close to the buildings, made their way towards the building that Fernandez had entered.

Carlos led Ria around the back of the building, where they found an open window. Peaking in, they could see a large space filled with men working on a number of boats. Carlos quickly counted. "There are at least 30 boats in there," he said.

Ria tapped Carlos on the shoulder, and pointed to the far side of the hangar. Fernandez was talking to a man as they walked. They were too far away to hear, but the men were walking in the general direction of the window. Ria and Carlos hunched down. Fernandez and the man walked by the window, and Ria and Carlos heard a snippet of their conversation.

They could the other man mid-sentence, "...three or four weeks behind schedule."

Fernandez, angry, said, "that is unacceptable. We need these ships in the water on schedule. There is no negotiation on that point." With that the men walked out of earshot, leaving Ria and Carlos only with the sounds of workmen building the boats.

The two popped their heads up again and looked at the boats again. Carlos shook his head. "This is not good," he said.

"What is it?" Ria asked.

"The boats, they are being fitted with thick steel hulls with Kevlar linings. They are armoured boats. And look over at that one," Carlos said, pointing at a boat on the far side. "Look what they are mounting on the deck."

Ria looked at the deck. At the bow of the boat, two workers were fitting a large calibre machine gun on the deck, while near the rear three other workers were fitting a device with four large, black tubes. "What is that?" Ria asked.

"Surface to surface missile launchers," Carlos said.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 11



Doctor Olivera drove May and April back to their apartment. That evening, Ayrton did not return to the Travestie a Go-Go. It would be days before Ayrton's dead body would be found rotting in an alleyway in Jacarezinho, but that evening April and May pretended to be confused about Ayrton's whereabouts, just like all the other girls. One of the older t-girls named Isabeli stepped up and managed the club that evening.

It was a Tuesday night, so the evening was very slow without many customers. Isabeli let April and May leave early, which they were fine with, being quite tired after the day in Jacarezinho.

On Wednesday morning, April and May woke up late. They checked in with Black Oak back in Langley, who asked them to try and find Patterson. "With the drug trial ruined, he probably won't stay in Brazil long. Find out where he is going," Black Oak ordered, before hanging up the secure line.

April and May headed back down to Patterson's apartment on Copacabana beach. Running into the same doorman as they had seen yesterday, April and May again offered him a bribe to find out where Patterson was. 

"He left this morning in a taxi, I didn't hear where he was going, though," he said.

April gave him another fifty dollars. "If he comes back, can you send me a text message?" she asked. The doorman agreed and took April's mobile number.

April and May walked away from the doorman. "So, what now?" May asked.

"We should stick close to the apartment for when he comes back," April said.

"Yeah, that's true. I guess we could find a restaurant and hang out there for a bit," May said, searching the street for a place to sit for a while.

April smiled. "Or, we could go to the beach, seeing as it is right there."

May looked at April and raised an eyebrow. "Neither of us is dressed for the beach," she said. May was in a summer dress that went down to just below the knee, and April was wearing a white tank top and black mini skirt.

April removed a small backpack she was wearing and opened it up. She showed May the contents of two beach towels, a couple of sarongs and April and May's bathing suits.

May grabbed the red bikini that May had brought down from the USA. "You went through my stuff and brought my bikini?" May said, annoyed.

"Come on, don't be angry," April said. "We are two beautiful women in Rio, standing mere feet from Copacabana beach. We can't possibly pass up that opportunity, can we?"

May sighed, and then nodded slowly. April and May changed into their suits in the pay for use change rooms, and then headed out onto the hot sand of Copacabana beach.

May was wearing her red bikini with the sarong wrapped around her waist and a pair of flip-flop sandals. The bikini bottom was reinforced in the crotch to hide her cock, and the top was padded and built to push up her chest and provide cleavage. The fake breasts and her round ass gave her a nice, curvaceous figure, so along with her wig of blonde-streaked chestnut hair, she looked like many of the beautiful Brazilian girls on the beach.

April was dressed much more provocatively. She was wearing a black one piece suit but it was composed of very little fabric. The suit ran down in two strips of one inch thin fabric from her shoulders, just covering her nipples. Thanks to the strong hormones that she was on, she was starting to get a hint of a bosom, but for now she was still mostly flat-chested. The two thin strips met just above her belly button, where the bottom of the suit covered her groin before quickly disappearing into her butt crack as a thong in the back. Like May, she had tucked her cock between her legs. April finished her outfit with a pair of black strap sandals, her black bob wig, an oversized pair of sunglasses and a large floppy hat.

The two girls headed out to find a place on the crowded beach. Perhaps the most famous beach in Rio, it was also one of the most popular. All along the beach, beautiful and taut bodies of both boys and girls were on show, most of them covered with as little clothing as possible. 

The beach spread out in a giant crescent, sandwiched between the Pacific Ocean and the line of luxury apartment buildings. The girls found a spot on the beach where they spread out their towels. April paid for a beach umbrella to cover her, but May sat out in the warm late morning sun, letting it bake her skin.

May closed her eyes and lay back. April watched a group of men in tight swim trunks play beach soccer nearby. April thought dirty thoughts as she watched the shirtless hunks run and flip and jump as they kicked the soccer ball around on the sand. A group of four women in thong bikinis walked by, and April couldn't help but watch as their beautiful tanned asses disappeared into the distance.

"God, I haven't slept with a woman in weeks," April thought to herself as she watched another group of Brazilian beauties wander by. Since transforming into a woman to go undercover, she had only been with other men or transsexuals. As a man, April had loved fucking women. She suddenly realized that she wanted to do it again. She didn't want to give up living as a woman or having sex with men, she just wanted to add women into the mix as well. "I'm a bisexual tranny," she thought to herself, laughing. 

As May continued to roast in the sun with her eyes shut, April couldn't help but watching all the beautiful bodies pass by. She couldn't help but having sexual thoughts streaming constantly into her head. Each passing group of toned and tanned bodies made her thinking of lapping at pussies, sucking cocks, fucking a girl's wet slit and the thought of a hunk's hard dick in her ass. Unlike May's reinforced bikini bottom, April's suit provided little in the way to stop her rising cock from being held down, and April had to keep her legs tightly shut to prevent her dick from popping out of her suit.

After an hour of watching the beautiful bodies parade on the beach, April stood up, making sure to wrap the sarong around her waist to cover her stiff dick. "I need to cool off," she said to May.

May grunted and nodded, keeping her eyes closed as she let the sun stream onto her body.

"I'm going to find a drink," April said.

May answered, "Okay, I'll be here," and then turned over to let the hot sun have a chance to tan her back.

April wandered off down the beach. A little ways down she came across a small bar with patio tables. April walked up, but couldn't see a free table available. She was about to leave when a couple motioned to her that they had an empty chair.

April walked over to the table. "Sentar na cadeira?," said the man, a tall, blond man with a well defined chest visible through his tight polo shirt. April took a quick peek down to see his legs covered with casual, white pants.

"I don't speak Portuguese," April said, shrugging and hoping that her meaning was clear.

The man laughed. "Good, nether do I. I think I said 'sit in the chair,' but probably didn't say anything like it. I am Dieter, and this is my wife Katinka. We are from Germany."

April shook Dieter's hand, and then shook Katinka's hand. She was blonde and thin with blue eyes, a thin body and large breasts. "It is nice to meet you," Katinka said. "What is your name, and where are you from?"

"My name is April. I'm American. Just down here in Brazil to get away for a few weeks," April answered.

Dieter nodded. "Ah, on vacation, like Kati and I. It is nice to get away from the hustle and bustle, as you American's would say."

Katinka smiled and nodded. "Yes, we work hard in our companies in Germany, like Americans work hard. It is nice to come to a country where they work hard at being on the beach. I think if Germany had beaches like this, maybe we too would work hard to be at the beach."

Dieter smiled at Katinka. "Yes, and then we wouldn't be so pale and like ghosts!"

April smiled. Together the couple looked like a poster of the Aryan master race, but their gentle smiles and playful demeanour made April comfortable at once. A waitress came around to take April's order. Before April could respond, Dieter said to April, "Have you had a Caipirinha yet?"

April shook her head. "No, what is it?"

Katinka clapped her hands. "Oh, so fun. Bring April a Caipirinha!" The waitress nodded and walked away.

Dieter pointed to the drinks that he and Katinka were having. "Caipirinha is the national cocktail of Brazil. It is made with made with cachaça, which is like rum, made with sugarcane. The cachaca is mixed with sugar and lime. Very nice for the hot weather here in Brazil."

Katinka took a sip of her Caipirinha, and then said. "According to our guide book, the name means... Dieter, how do you say bauerntölpel?"

"Hillbilly, I think," Dieter said.

"Yes, hillbilly, but a girl hillbilly. A hillwilma?" Katinka said, laughing.

The waiter returned, and April had a sip of her drink. It was a light drink for the hot day, a touch of tart from the lime and the bite from the alcohol offset by the sweetness of the sugar. April nodded her head and said, "Very nice. Very refreshing." 

Dieter smiled. "Yes, it is very nice, is it not?"

Katinka reached into her bag and pulled out a German language guide book to Brazil. "April, what are you doing today?"

April gestured towards the beach. "Oh, today I am just at the beach with a friend," she said.

"Yes, it is a nice day at the beach. Too hot for us, though. We are not good in the sun," Dieter said. "We burn too easily. So we usually spend the afternoon in our hotel, maybe take a nap, and then head out for a long night."

April thought about May laying out roasting in the sun. The truth was that April wasn't all that excited by the beach. After the initial thrill of being out on the beach in her slutty, barely-there swimsuit, she became quite bored by the whole concept. "Actually, that sounds like a better plan than mine. Frankly, I don't much like the sun either. Bad for my skin," April said.

Katinka ran her fingers along the smooth skin of April's arm. "Yes, you have such lovely, smooth skin. It would be a shame to see it burnt," she said. April felt shivers as the blonde German girl ran her fingers along her arm. "I like to keep my skin out of the sun and nice and smooth too," Katinka continued. She raised a leg from under the table, revealing a soft, hairless leg beneath the hem of her shorts. "Would you like to feel how soft my skin is?" Katinka asked.

April swallowed nervously, but reached out and ran her fingers along Katinka's leg, letting her hand slowly move up from the knee towards the hem of her shorts, moving diagonally across her leg until April's fingers were gently rubbing Katinka's inner thigh. Katinka closed her eyes and drew in her breath. 

Katinka reached down and held April's fingers against her thigh as she put her leg under the table. Once under the table, Katinka opened her legs slightly, and pushed April's fingers up under the hem of her shorts. April felt her fingers touch the fabric of Katinka's panties. She could feel that the fabric was slightly damp. April ran her fingers up and down the front of the German's panties, able to slightly feel the hills and valleys of the woman's pussy lips. Katinka, eyes still closed, moaned softly.

April looked over at Dieter, who had a big grin on his face. "Do you know why we come to Brazil," Dieter asked. "We like to experiment sexually. Do you like to experiment, April?"

April nodded in answer to Dieter's question, and then let one of her finger's creep under the elastic edge of Katinka's panties. April rubber her finger back and forth on the woman's well trimmed pubic hair, causing Katinka to shiver slightly.

Dieter leaned forward, placing his hand on April's other arm that was resting on the table. "Maybe, instead Katinka and I napping this afternoon, the three of us could enjoy each others company for a few hours?"

April slipped her finger further into Katinka's panties and was soon rubbing the tip of her finger along the woman's pussy lips. They parted slightly and April felt the warmth and wetness of Katinka's pussy. Katinka let out a louder moan. April noticed that some of the nearby tables glanced over.

April looked over at Dieter, who was smiling as he watched April finger Katinka on the patio of a beach bar in Rio. "Okay, we could spend some time together, the three of us, but there is something you should know first," April said.

April grabbed Dieter's hand and pulled it under the table, placing it on April's crotch. The feel of rubbing Katinka's pussy had turned April on, and her cock had risen to almost its full length between her legs. Dieter's hand wrapped around the cock, feeling it through the fabric of April's swimsuit and the sarong wrapped around her waist. April held her breath, waiting to see Dieter's reaction.

Dieter smiled and looked over at his wife, who was starting to breath heavily as April's finger explored more of her soft pussy. "Oh, Katinka, I think we are going to have a very kinky and fun afternoon."

* * * 

May had drifted off to sleep after April left. When she woke up a half-hour later lying on her back, she felt like she was sitting next to a fire. The sun was really beating down, and her skin felt like an iron out of the fire. "I need to cool off," she thought. May looked down at the water. The waves looked quite strong, pounding the beach in crashing, white breakers. "I couldn't go too far in," she thought, but that was fine as May didn't want to get her wig wet anyway.

May looked beside her. She had a small bag which held her clothes, her shoes, a mobile phone, her wallet and keys to the apartment in Rio. "Damn, I'd love to go into the water, but I don't feel good about just leaving this on the beach." She thought about going back to the change rooms near the road where she had seen lockers, but then noticed a couple of young guys watching her. Both were in their early 20s, May guessed. Both were young, fit and tanned. One of the boys had light brown hair with blue eyes that stood out against his tanned face. The other boy had long, shaggy dark hair that almost covered his eyes and a scruffy patch of hair on his chin. May smiled at the boys, and they smiled back.

"Hey boys, you speak English?" May asked.

"Yes, I speak English," the blue eyed boy said, nodding. "He does not speak English, though."

May turned over and got up on her hands and knees facing the two boys, the padded bra pushing her chest together to provide the illusion of an ample breast for the boys to notice. Their eyes quickly darted down to the cleavage. May smiled. "Would you boys mind watching my stuff while I take a quick dip. Maybe afterwards, we can have a little bit of fun?" she asked.

The blue eyed boy nodded. "Okay, we will watch your stuff," he said.

May knew she was taking a bit of a chance, hoping that either the boys were honest or at least tempted by the potential future chance of something happening between themselves and May to not steal her stuff. May handed the boys the bag, and turned to walk to the beach. She looked back over her shoulder, and noticed both the boys staring at her ass wiggle as she walked down the beach towards the water. "At least they seem hooked," she thought.

May waded into the water. The waves crashed up against her legs, almost knocking her over, but she kept her balance. She waded deeper until the water covered her waist, though some of the larger waves would splash up and almost touch the bottom of her bikini top. She splashed water up onto her shoulders and down her arms, letting the water cool her sun-soaked skin. She would have loved to have dipped her head right under the water, letting the sea water soak her hair and run cooly down her back, but with the wig on she knew that wasn't possible. Instead, she splashed herself down as well as she could.

The boys watched her from the beach. She looked beautiful in the surf, her taut brown skin glistening from the water she splashed on it. May started to walk out of the water, and the boys watched as the water ran down her body, over her bosom, down her flat stomach and down her brown, smooth legs. The blue eyed boy mostly watched her tits and her face, imagining May's soft lights upon his body, kissing his chest, his stomach, and wrapping around his cock. The other boy watched her legs, imaging his hands running along them as he entered her pussy. He closed his eyes and remembered the vision of her ass wiggling as she walked away. He let out a soft sigh as he imagined what it would be like to part her ass cheeks and fuck her from behind.

May walked back up the beach to the boys. They were still there, watching her as she approached. May picked up her towel and shook any sand off it before patting herself down. The two boys watched intently as she dried herself off. Finally, the blue eyed boy spoke. "So, what kind of fun did you think we could have?" he asked. Obviously he hadn't forgotten her words.

May pulled her sundress out of her bag and slipped it over her bikini. "I don't know, what kind of fun did you boys have in mind?" she asked.

The blue eyed boy smiled. "Maybe we have a picnic in the Parque da Catacumba. It is a park not far from here. There are some very secluded spots. We could stop along the way and get some beer to drink."

"Just beer? Not much of a picnic," May said.

The blue eyed boy replied, "Neither me or my friend is hungry for anything except you. The beer is only to get you drunk enough to sleep with us."

May looked at the two boys. They were both good looking and young, and she wanted to fuck them both. "You boys don't need the beer to get to me to want to fuck you. If you find the spot, I'm willing to get on all fours and let you have your way with me. There's just one thing you should know," May said.

The blue eyed boy, mouth slightly agape, asked, "What?"

"I have a big, thick cock between my legs," May replied, hand on her hip. "Does that bother you?"

The blue eyed boy's mouth went from dropped open to a large grin. "You are a transsexual? I can confirm that won't bother either of us. My name is Matheus," the blue eyed boy said, and then pointed to his shaggy-haired friend. "...and this is Lucas. We are students from Rio." 

May leaned forward and kissed both boys on the cheeks. "Pleased to me you, boys. My name is May, and I am a slut from America."

* * * 

April was walking back to Dieter and Katinka's hotel when her phone buzzed to indicate an incoming text message.

"Where are you?" the message from May asked.

"Met a couple from Germany. We are walking around a market. You?" April replied.

Her phone buzzed quickly. "Meet a couple Brazilian boys. They are showing me the park," May had written.

April smiled. If May was off with some boys doing a tour of a park, that would give April the afternoon to have guilt-free sex with Dieter and Katinka. She typed a message into her phone, sent it and put it back in her bag.

* * * 

May, Matheus and Lucas were just climbing into the hilly forests of Parque da Catacumba when she receive a reply from April. "OK. We will meet later. I will call you if I hear anything about Patterson. xoxo April."

May looked ahead at the cute, tight bums of the boys walking ahead of her. She smiled. If April was off on some shopping trip with a German couple, that would give May the afternoon to have guilt-free sex with Matheus and Lucas. May felt her cock start to stir.

* * * 

Dieter and Katinka's hotel room was cool and bright, white tiled floors and large French doors open to a small balcony. The doors were open, letting in a cool breeze off the ocean.

Katinka was lying naked on the bed, her legs spread open. Dieter was kneeling beside the bed, stroking his cock as he licked and sucked on Katinka's nipples. April, naked from the waist down but still wearing her white tank top, was lying on her front on the bed, her head buried in Katinka's pussy.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 11



Katinka had trimmed, blonde-brown pubic hair, and wide, pink pussy lips. April sucked on Katinka's lips, putting them in her mouth and pulling them up. Katinka moaned, the fingers of her right hand massaging her clit. April released Katinka's lips and plunged her tongue into Katinka's pussy, deep into her wet hole. It tasted tart, like sucking on a lemon.

April pulled her tongue out of Katinka's hole and licked it up towards her clit. Katinka moved her hand to allow April's mouth and lips to find her hard clit. Katinka's clit was small and hard, and Katinka jerked with every lick of April's tongue.

Katinka's right hand started to massage the nipple of her right breast while Dieter sucked on her left nipple. Dieter, stroking himself with one hand, let his other hand ran down and start to stroke the back of April's neck. April, lying face down on the bed, started to grind her hips against the mattress, rubbing her hard dick against the bed.

Dieter stood up, his hard cock standing out strong and long in front of him. Katinka's eyes were closed, but as soon as Dieter placed his cock on Katinka's lips, she opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips. Dieter climbed up onto the bed, straddling Katinka's chest. Katinka started to move her face up and down on her husband's cock.

"Fuck my wife," Dieter said to April. April pulled her mouth off Katinka's hard clit, and put her hand under Katinka's knees. April knelt between Katinka's legs, and April pulled Katinka's legs up onto April's shoulders. Katinka's ass raised in the air, her wet pussy lined up with April's hard cock.

April pushed herself into Katinka's pussy. It was warm and wet, and April slid easily into Katinka. Katinka moaned as April's shaft pushed deeper into her, the sound muffled by Dieter's cock in Katinka's mouth.

April slid herself in and out of the German girl's pussy. So much had happened in the past month with April's transformation, it almost felt like it had been years since she had last fucked a genetic woman, even though it had only been a few months. It felt good to be inside a pussy again, the ease in which her cock slid in and out of the wet hole.

April wondered what it would feel like to have Dieter in her as she was in Katinka. "I want you to fuck me, Dieter, while I fuck your wife," April said. 

Dieter pulled his cock out of his wife's mouth and smiled. "Gladly," he said, walking around to position himself behind April on the bed. 

April leaned forward, exposing her ass to Dieter. Dieter spent a moment watching as April's cute Korean ass bounced up and down with each thrust into Katinka. Dieter licked two fingers on his right hand, wetting them with a generous dose of spit. He ran the two fingers along April's ass, back and forth. Each time his finger's passed over April's asshole, she let out a moan and shivered.

After running his fingers up and down April's ass for a few times, he plunged his two fingers into April's ass. April gasped as Dieter buried his fingers up to the knuckles in April's tight hole.

Dieter worked his fingers in and out of April's ass in time with April's thrusts into Katinka. After a few moments of finger fucking April, Dieter had worked her ass open enough to fit his cock in her ass. Dieter pulled his fingers out of April's butthole and pressed the tip of his dick against April's hole. His fingers had worked it wide open and lubbed it up with his spit, so his cock slid in. Dieter paused with his cock halfway into April's ass, and then spit onto his cock, providing more slick saliva to ease his cock the rest of the way in.

April tried to concentrate on fucking Katinka, but found herself pausing as Dieter pushed himself into her ass. Once Dieter was fully engulfed in April's hole, he started to pump himself in and out of her butthole. April started to match Dieter's pumping, pushing herself into Katinka when Dieter pushed into April, and pulling herself out of Katinka's pussy in time with Dieter's outstroke.

Katinka opened her eyes for the first time since she lay on the bed and looked at April and Dieter. April, Katinka's legs thrown over her shoulders, was grunting as Dieter fucked her and she fucked Katinka. Katinka could just see Dieter's face over April's shoulder. He was smiling, eyes wide as he pumped his cock into April's ass. Dieter's lower lip quivered with each thrust of his cock into April's tight hole.

Katinka put her fingers on her clit and started strumming it quickly. It took little time for her to started to orgasm, shaking and jerking as the orgasm gripped her entire body. Katinka reached up and grabbed April's shoulders, digging her nails into April's skin. 

April yelped, but any pain was quickly replaced with pleasure as she came. Her cum shot deep into Katinka's pussy. April, orgasming, started to spasm. Her sphincter pulsated as it gripped tightly around Dieter's cock.

Dieter, his cock being jerked by April's sphincter, came. He grunted loudly, pushing himself deep into April's ass, releasing his load deep into her ass.

Dieter, April and Katinka disentangled themselves from each other. Dieter lay down on his stomach on the bed, his face above Katinka's pussy, and he started to lick and suck it, swallowing down April's cum as it leaked from his wife.

"Care to join me and dine on your sweet cum mixed with my wife's pussy juice?" Dieter asked. April nodded and got down on the bed. Dieter and April's tongue lapped at Katinka's pussy, greedily sucking up the mixture of genetic girl and t-girl's juicy cum.

* * *

May followed Matheus and Lucas as they climbed into the thick forest of Parque da Catacumba. After 10 minutes of walking through the forest, the group came to a small clearing.

The two boys watched as May pulled the summer dress up over her head and flung it over a low branch on a nearby tree. She turned around, her back to the boys, and pulled her panties down. Her panties slid down her legs, and May stepped out of the them.

Matheus and Lucas watched as May walked over to a tree. She leaned against it, sticking her ass out. "I need a spanking," she said. "Why don't you and Lucas come over here and slap my ass until it glows bright red?"

Matheus said something quickly to Lucas, and the two boys walked over. May stood on her toes, sticking her ass up in the air. Matheus brought his hand down on her right butt cheek. The smack echoed in the small clearing. May gasped as the Brazilian's hand hit her, but then moaned as the pain was replaced by the warmth of pleasure.

Lucas smacked May's left cheek. May took a sharp intake of breath. "Harder and faster," she said.

Matheus and Lucas obliged, taking turns smacking May's ass. May moaned with each strike. Her ass grew increasingly red, and soon it was burning and stinging in a way that really turned May on. It turned the boys on to, for they had pulled their cocks out of their pants and were stroking their cocks with their free hands. 

May reached around and spread her ass cheeks. "You boys have beaten me well, but I need your cocks in my ass," she said, breathlessly. "I want both of them in their at once!"

Matheus pulled down his pants and lay on a soft, grassy spot on the ground. May lay down on top of him, her ass poised above his dick. Matheus slipped the cock into May's ass. Lucas knelt down and straddled Matheus' legs, positioning the head of his cock in the crack of May's ass.

May reached down and with her index fingers pulled her ass further open. Lucas slipped his cock into her, above Matheus' hard dick already inside May's ass.

Lucas and Matheus started to push in and out of May's tight hole. May moaned and jerked her own hard cock as the two dicks filled up her ass.

"Fuck, yes," May cried. "Fuck me. Stick those two cocks deep in my butt. Fuck me like the dirty slut that I am!"

Matheus reached up and stuck his hand under May's bra. He started to twist and turn May's nipple. Alternating waves of pain and pleasure shot from her budding breasts as the Brazilian boy tweaked her nipples.

Lucas slapped the side of May's ass a few times, spurring her on. May started to pump herself up and down on the two hard dicks. Matheus and Lucas moaned as their dicks rubbed against each other and the walls of May's anus.

May let go of her cock and started to concentrate simply on pushing herself up and down on the two cocks. With each push down onto the two cocks, May's own dick bounced up and down against her smooth, hard stomach.

Matheus reached his other hand around and slipped it under the bra and onto May's other breast. He was soon pulling and tweaking May's nipples. 

The feeling of the two dicks inside her, Matheus' fingers pulling and tugging at her nipples and her cock bouncing on her stomach was enough to send her over the edge. May's cock started to shoot out white gobs of cum, and streams falling onto her stomach.

"Puta, te quiro, puta!" yelled out Lucas as his cock started to release its own streams of cum into May's ass. Matheus quickly followed, releasing himself into May.

The two boys pulled out of May's ass. May got on all fours and the boys watched as their cum bubbled out of May's ass and ran down her ass crack and onto her balls.

"Sexy Puta!" said Matheus, and the two boys laughed as they gave May's ass more slaps. May just smiled, enjoying the sting of the slaps and the glowing warmth in their aftermath.

* * *

April grabbed a shower in Dieter and Katinka's hotel room. She came out of the shower to see Dieter and Katinka napping peacefully in each other's arms. April heard a slightly buzzing, and checked her purse. Her mobile phone was buzzing with a text message. The message was from the doorman at Patterson's apartment. April read the message. "Doctor back home. Across street at bar with friend."

April quickly pulled on her tank-top and skirt. She wrote a quick thank you note for Dieter and Katinka, and quietly exited the hotel room. On the way down the hall to the elevator, she sent a quick message to May to let her know she was heading to Patterson's to try and catch up with him.

April practically sprinted the eight blocks to Patterson's hotel. The doorman was standing outside, and on seeing her approaching, pointed to a restaurant across the street. April looked over to see a building fronted with French doors, all of them thrown open to let the afternoon sun and cool breeze enter the restaurant. It was still early, so the restaurant was empty save for Patterson and another man, though April could only see his back.

April walked past the doorman and nodded, walking down the block before crossing the street and walking back up towards the restaurant. She was now approaching from the opposite direction that Patterson was facing so that he wouldn't see her coming. As she approached the restaurant Patterson's table and his companion came into view. April recognized the man immediately from the files she had read on the Aguila Roja case back in Langley. It was Rodrigo Tabernas, head of Cabo Blanco Racing, Argentinean drug lord and one of the key figures in the Aguila Roja organization.

April walked up to the door of the restaurant and paused, pretending to read the menu. She was close enough now she could hear Patterson speaking. His voice was loud and had a touch of an angry quiver. "Do you know how much time and money has gone into the creation of that fucking drug, and in one day some fucking do-gooders come along destroy all that work. It is a fucking travesty."

Rodrigo sighed. "Patterson, please. You need to maintain focus at this time. We need you to concentrate on your role within the plan. If you maintain your focus and deliver what you need to do, then the wealth and power that will come your way will be worth one-thousand new drugs."

Patterson was still steaming. "If I find out who did this..." His voice trailed off, and there was a moment of silence.

"What?" Rodrigo said. "What would you do? Forget it. It is not worth worrying about. We need you to maintain focus. We need you to play your important role in the organisation and not let yourself be distracted by petty, irrelevant people. Only that which threatens our mission can take any of our energy and focus right now. Otherwise, one hundred percent has to be focused on delivering your piece of the whole. We are building something incredible here, Patterson, and if you can deliver, you will find yourself with a role of immense power. Now clear your head and do what you need to do next. The day after tomorrow you meet the General in Caracas. Go there and make sure that we are on track to deliver. For you... For us... For the Aguila Roja."

April shook her head,pretending to not have found anything worth eating on the restaurant's menu, and walked back the way she came. She called May. May said she had arrived a few minutes after April and was watching from closer to Patterson's apartment block. May said, "We need to get a tail on both Patterson and Tabernas."

"Agreed," April said. "but we can't follow Patterson, that would be too obvious."

"I'll call Martinsen from the embassy to see if he can follow Patterson, and then we can pick up Tabernas," May said before hanging up.

Martinsen agreed to follow Patterson, and showed up before Tabernas and Patterson left the restaurant. Patterson went immediately across to his apartment and upstairs. Martinsen settled into a different restaurant across the street and watched. 

Tabernas got into a taxi, so the two girls grabbed another cab and followed his. The girls followed Tabernas towards the downtown, before his cab headed towards the water and past signs towards an airport.

"This isn't the airport we came into," April said. She asked the taxi driver where they were going.

"Santos Dumont Airport," he said. "It is mostly for flights within Brazil."

"Does it handle private airplanes?" May asked. The cab driver just shrugged.

Tabernas' taxi drove past the terminal and ended up driving into a secure area and into one of the hangers.

May called the CIA in Langley, and got in touch with Jarvis Cleethorpe, the analyst on the Aguila Roja case. He placed a few calls and found the flight plan for Tabernas' plane. It was bound for Brasilia where it would clear customs and immigration and then on to Cordoba, Argentina. 

"I guess we are done here," May said. They told the taxi driver to take them back to their apartment above the Travesti a Go-go. 

May called Martinsen and let him know that Tabernas was boarding a plane and leaving the country. 

"I guess he doesn't like the sunshine," Martinsen joked. "Patterson seems to be staying put. I'll keep an eye out until later this evening, when one of the younger guys from the embassy is going to roll around and pick up the tail. I'll call you if Patterson makes a move. You girls go back to your apartment and get ready to work."

* * * 

The night passed rather uneventfully. Patterson didn't leave the apartment, and the girls worked their shift at the Travesti a Go-go. They checked in with Martinsen at the end of the night, who reported that Patterson had stayed in all evening.

The next morning the girls woke up the next morning and checked in again with Martinsen, who had taken over the watch on Patterson from his junior associate. "No movement yet," Martinsen reported. "He seems to have holed himself up for the day."

May called up Black Oak to get his thoughts on what to do with Patterson's imminent departure from Brazil. "Just come back to Langely," Black Oak said. "It would be too suspicious for you to show up in both Jersey City, Rio and Caracas."

May frowned. She wanted to stay out in the field and keep doing undercover ops. Leaving Brazil and returning to Langley could mean the end of field ops. "What if we got him to invite us?" May asked.

"Why would he do that?" Black Oak challenged. April and May had not told Black Oak about their sexual experience with Patterson, saying they had followed him from the apartment to the favela after bribing the doorman but leaving out why they were at the apartment in the first place.

"I don't know. If he does though?" May said.

"If he invites you to accompany him, than yes, of course you should go," Black Oak said, and then hung up the phone.

May told April what Black Oak had said. Like May, April was eager to remain in the field on agent operations, and not back behind a desk at Langley. "Let's pack our stuff and figure out a way to get to Patterson," April said. May nodded her head and opened her suitcase.

* * * 

Martinsen provided the opportunity the girls needed in the early evening. He called to report that Patterson had left his apartment and headed out to a club in the central business district. "It is a very exclusive dance club. You either have to be rich, famous or, if you are a woman, beautiful to get in. I'm afraid I'm none of those," Martinsen said.

"We'll come down. Just call us if he leaves again," May said.

The girls cracked opened their suitcases to get something to wear for the club. May chose a purple thigh-high, tight dress with a single, wide strap over her right shoulder, complimented with a pair of black, two inch heels. April put on a shining, silver spaghetti-strap dress with a matching pair of silver, three inch heels.

The girls caught a taxi to the club. Even though it was only eight in the evening, there was a long line up out front of the club. The girls wandered over to Martinsen's car, who was parked across the street. "Why are so many people lined up so early," April asked Martinsen.

"Apparently there is some rock star in there," Martinsen said. "It'll be tough to get in."

April winked at Martinsen. "I'm sure we'll get in."

The girls walked over to the VIP line of the club. The bouncer gave them a quick glance and shook his head. "No," he said.

April smiled at him and put a hand on his muscle bound chest. "Come on, big boy. You aren't going to say no to two hot American girls, are you?"

The bouncer took a second look at the girls. "Americans," he asked.

"Yes, Americans," May said.

"Sixty Reals each," the man said, quietly, holding his hand down near his waist.

May reached in her purse and slipped the bouncer 120 reals. The bouncer took a quick glance at the money, and let the girls in.

Inside the club was mostly empty, despite the line outside. Like many clubs, they hold the line outside to try and generate an impression that more is going on. In one corner, on a raised platform was a small VIP area, where a couple long haired men in black leather pants were surrounded by young, hot Brazilian girls. May recognized them as the guitarist and lead singer of the popular hard rock band "Juggernaut."

April and May, however, were more interested about the man leaning against the bar downing a vodka and soda. Dr. Patterson didn't notice the girls, he seemed lost in thought. April and May approached.

"Hey, Dr. Patterson," April said. Patterson looked up. Already his eyes seemed glassy. It was obvious he was a few drinks in.

"My American girls! What are you doing here," he asked.

"We heard that Juggernaut was here. We're big fans," May said, pointing over to the VIP area. 

Patterson looked over, but obviously didn't recognize the two men as famous people. He shrugged. "Well, don't let me keep you from your mission," he said, looking away and signalling to the bartender for another drink.

April walked up and linked her arm within Patterson's. "Oh, Dr. Patterson. Now that we've found you, we'd much rather spend our time with you," she said.

Patterson laughed. The bartender returned with another vodka and soda. Patterson took the drink and said to the bartender, "whatever the girls want, put it on my tab."

The girls ordered Caipirinhas, and took up positions on either side of Patterson.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 11



"Is something the matter, Dr. Patterson. You seem very tense. You don't seem yourself," May said.

Patterson nodded. "I've a lot on my mind. Lots of work stuff. I just wanted to unwind a bit before I fly out tonight."

"Where are you going," April asked, though both she and May already knew the answer.

"Business trip up to Caracas. Lots to do there. Very tough business negotiations. It's going to be a long, hard trip," Patterson said.

"It must be nice to be able to travel so many exotic places," May said.

Patterson shook his head. "No, it's not so much. Very lonely, most of the time," he said.

April smiled. "Well, you could take May and I along with you. I'm sure we could keep you company, plus we could help you relieve some of the tension from those long, hard business negotiations." April stressed the words "long" and "hard," sending Patterson's imagination into overdrive.

Patterson looked at the girls in their sexy clothes and high heels, and thought it over. "I'd love to," he said, "but I'm leaving in two hours. I don't think you'll have time to get ready."

May shrugged. "We are already ready to go," she said. "we are leaving to go back to New York tomorrow, so we are already packed. All we would have to do is go and pick up our bags."

Patterson whistled. "Really?"

April and May nodded and smiled at Patterson. They held their breath as Patterson thought over the offer. Finally he answered. "Okay, let's do it. What is your address? I'll get my driver to go around and pick up your bags so we can have a few more drinks before we leave." 

Patterson downed his vodka and soda in one gulp and signalled to the bartender for another. April and May smiled at each other. They were going to get to stay in the field.

* * * 

Patterson's private jet took off from Rio a few hours later with April, May and a staggeringly drunk Patterson. Despite the amount of alcohol that Patterson had downed, as soon as the seatbelt sign was off, Patterson had his pants off and his cock out.

"Let's start relieving some of that tension right away," he said to April and May, stroking his cock. "I think I'll have Nina join us as well. Nina!"

From the galley the flight attendant walked out, a staggeringly tall and beautiful blonde woman in a short blue skirt, a low cut white top that showed off a mass of cleavage and a blue jacket. "Yes, Dr. Patterson," she said.

"I want you three girls to go crazy on my cock," he said, and then giggled.

Nina didn't even pause. She got down on her knees and put her mouth on top of Patterson's dick, sucking it. He pumped up and down a few times before pulling off, and looking over at April. "I'd love for you girls to join me," Nina said.

April got down on her knees and started to suck on Patterson's dick. Nina turned to May. "While your friend is sucking his cock, why don't we lick is balls and ass?" she said.

May got down onto her knees and positioned her head under April's to reach Patterson's balls. Nina started to kiss Patterson's thighs, and then moved her head further down to lick his ass. Patterson slumped down and pushed his ass up to give Nina better access to his butthole.

April moved her mouth up and down on Patterson's cock. Patterson's cock was already leaking pre-cum, and April swallowed it down. May lapped at Patterson's ballsack, taking his balls in her mouth and sucking on them. Nina buried her tongue as deep as she could into Patterson's asshole. Nina's long tongue probed deep into the doctor.

May felt a hand reach under her dress and start to rub her panties. The hand moved her panties aside and was soon stroking her cock. May looked down to see Nina's hand up her skirt. May smiled and returned the favour, pushing her hand up under Nina's skirt.

May was surprised to feel a stiffening cock under Nina's skirt. Nina had been so feminine that May hadn't even thought that Nina could be a transsexual. Having the hardening cock in her hand, though, turned May on, and she happily stroked the cock.

May moved her mouth off Patterson's balls and down towards his ass. Nina pulled her tongue out of Patterson's ass and onto May's mouth. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. The two t-girls kissed as they stroked each other's cocks.

Nina stood up and walked over to a couch. She hiked up her skirt and lay down on the couch. May walked over and climbed on top of Nina in a 69. The two girls started to lick and suck each other's cocks.

April pumped up and down on Patterson's cock as she watched Nina and May suck each other. April was turned on by the two beautiful, sexy women with hard cocks. May's dark skin contrasted against Nina's alabaster white, smooth skin. 

Patterson was watching the two girls as well, and it was causing his cock to convulse. He grabbed April's head and started to push her up and down on his dick, faster and faster.

May started to pump her cock in and out of Nina's mouth while still sucking on Nina's cock. May felt her cock filling up with come and getting ready to spurt. She pumped her mouth up and down furiously on Nina's cock. Nina started to shudder, and May knew she was close to cumming.

May pulled herself out of Nina's mouth, and May stroked her cock. She shot her load out onto Nina's face, covering it with thick, white goo. Nina grabbed her own cock and stroked it. It soon exploded, sending streams of white cum up into the air. May opened her mouth and tried to suck up gobs of the cum from the air.

Patterson watched as the two girls covered each other's faces with cum. It was enough to send him over the edge. Holding April's face down on his dick, he shot his load up into her mouth. April sucked every drop down.

Nina started to lick the facial covering of May's cum off her face where her tongue could reach it. May smiled and leaned forward, licking the come of Nina's face where Nina couldn't reach with her tongue.

Once Nina's face was clean, she stood up, readjusting her skirt. "Would you and your guests like dinner now, Dr Patterson?" Nina asked Patterson.

Patterson nodded. "Yes, Nina, I think that would be excellent. And bring us three glass of white wine as well, please."

Nina nodded. "Very good, Dr. Patterson," Nina said, walking into the galley. 

Patterson leaned back and smiled. "You girls were right. That did release a lot of tension."

* * * 

The plane landed early in the morning in Caracas. Patterson, April and May sleepily got into a car that Patterson had rented and drove to Patterson's hotel, the Intercontinental Tamanaco Caracas. The three collapsed onto the large bed and fell asleep, not waking until late in the morning.

Patterson said that he was going to have to go out for a while, and then went into the shower. May called up a car rental place nearby and requested a car to be delivered to the hotel so they could follow Patterson.

Patterson left, and the girls followed. Patterson drove out to Maiquetía, near the airport, and pulled into an industrial park. April and May drove by and parked in an empty lot about a block away. They got out of the car and, keeping out of sight, walked back towards Patterson's location.

Patterson was not outside, so the girls walked around the back of the building. They found a door that was jarred open to let in some air, and snuck in. Walking through the dark, they followed hallways until they could hear something. It was two people talking. April and May stood still and listened.

"Are the plans complete?" the first voice said. April and May recognized it as Patterson.

"Yes, the plans are complete. Further, I already have most of the battalions in position. We are, of course, waiting for the final of the deliveries of weapons," the second voice said.

"Those should be coming in the next few days, as you know, General," Patterson said. April thought back to the conversation Patterson had with Tabernas, and the mention of "the General." This must be "the General" to whom Tabernas had referenced.

"Excellent," The General said. "Soon the criminal politicians who claim they are working for the people but are in fact robbing this country will be brought to justice. We will lead this country in a glorious revolution!"

"Yes, General," Patterson said. "A glorious revolution, indeed. You are clear, though, on the terms under which we are providing the weapons to you, correct?"

"Yes, yes," The General said. "The newly nationalized oil companies will be half owned by your Aguila Roja. A small price for us revolutionaries to pay to gain control of Venezuela."



Code Name Tequila Ch. 12



Andre Fernandez arrived at Lima's international airport in the early afternoon. The taxi took him to the private aviation terminal, where he quickly boarded a private jet. 15 minutes later, after a short taxi, the airplane took off into a clear blue Peruvian sky.

Ria Ortega and Carlos Sanz watched from the airport perimeter as Fernandez's jet took off into the sky.

Turning towards Carlos, Ria asked, "any luck on finding out where he is going?"

"No," Carlos said. "None of the DAC's informants are working today," Carlos explained, indicating that the Colombian security forces didn't have any contacts in the airport.

Ria took out the secure mobile phone that the CIA had given her. "Let me see if the CIA can assist us in figuring out Fernandez's next move," she said, walking away as she put the phone to her ear.

After passing the vocal security checks, Ria was connected with Black Oak, the director at the CIA in charge of the investigation into the Aguila Roja. Ria updated Black Oak on the information they had discovered that day. Andre Fernandez had been in Peru to check on the progress of a fleet of boats being built. The boats, at least 30 of them, were heavily armoured and outfitted with high calibre guns and rocket launchers.

"After that, Fernandez headed straight to the airport, and he's just taken off. We aren't sure where to, though," Ria concluded.

"Interesting," Black Oak said. "It could be that he is heading to Caracas. April and May are heading to Venezuela with Patterson. It could be that the two men are meeting up there. Why don't you plan to head to Caracas, and if we hear anything different, we will contact you."

The phone line went dead. Black Oak never said goodbye.

Ria returned back to where Carlos was standing. He was reading something on his phone. Without looking up he asked, "What do the masterminds in Langley say?"

"They think he may be heading to Caracas," Ria said. "Patterson is heading there, so they are speculating that Fernandez headed there to meet up with Patterson."

Carlos looked up and smiled. "Ah, Butterfly. Again the Colombians are smarter than the Americans. Fernandez's jet just made connect with the air traffic control for Colombian air space. They are heading to Panama City." Carlos held up his iPhone and showed Ria the message from Colombian intelligence.

Ria raised an eyebrow. "Fine, okay, you win one. How are we getting to Panama, then? Can you check flights on that fancy phone of yours?"

Carlos nodded. "I could, but I have something better in mind."

* * * 

An hour later, Ria and Carlos were settling into Cessna Citation II corporate jet owned by the Colombian Air Force. The plane was normally used to transport VIPs, but Carlos had been able to pull a few strings to get use of the plane for a few hours to transport himself and Ria up to Panama.

Carlos sat back and opened up a copy of El Tiempo, the highest circulated daily newspaper in Colombia. Ria, sitting across from Carlos, noticed that Jorge Ortiz was on the cover, the Latin American advisor to the Pan-American racing series. Ria scanned the headline and by-line from her seat across from Carlos. The story wasn't about racing, but was about Ortiz's potential run as president of Colombia.

"Ortiz Calls For End to Drug Culture," the headline said. In smaller text underneath, the newspaper said, "Potential presidential candidate declares that Colombia needs to end violence to seize opportunity to become a world leader for the 21st century."

"Ortiz is on the cover of the newspaper," Ria said.

Carlos let the paper drop and smiled at Ria. "Yes, he is getting some excellent press. Hopefully he can convince the people of Colombia that he is the best choice to run the country."

"You'd like him to run the country? Even though he could be involved with the Aguila Roja?" Ria asked.

Carlos frowned and shook his head. "Jorge Ortiz is not involved with the Aguila Roja, I am sure. DAC has investigated him thoroughly and he is clean. True, he is now, and has been in the past, involved with organisations with links to drug cartels and organised crime. However, there are few successful people in Colombia who aren't linked by one or two people to crime. The corruption is so pervasive in some areas that good people like Ortiz can't help but end up working at times with the criminals. That doesn't make him a criminal himself, though."

"Okay, so he might be clean," Ria admitted. "That does match up with what I overheard him say to Piston Clark back in Santiago. He said that sometimes to build something greater, you have to work with bad people. But what makes Ortiz the best choice? Surely there are other people that are as clean and intelligent that could lead Colombia."

"The problem is that presidential campaigns cost so much money. To run and win a campaign, you have to be rich or have rich backers. Unfortunately, much of the money comes from illegal sources. People like Rodrigo Tabernas or the Aguila Roja, spending their ill-gotten blood money to spoil the election and ensure their criminal activities get overlooked. Ortiz is one of the few who is honest and can fund his own campaign. Ortiz is incorruptible because he doesn't need other people's money."

Ria scanned the front page of the paper. She spied a headline that mentioned another presidential candidate, General Santos dos Torres. "What about that candidate? He is a general. I would have thought that you, as a member of the Colombian forces, would have supported him."

Carlos shook his head. "No, Santos dos Torres is one of the most corrupt men in all of Colombia. The DAC have looked at his finances, and they are very suspicious. We haven't been able to pin anything on him yet, but we are sure he is accepting large funds from the drug cartels, both foreign and domestic. Santos dos Torres is soft on drug crime, but hard on the Marxist rebel groups in the North. While I don't want the Marxists to take control of the country, Santos dos Torres plans to crack down on them are just to clear the way for the drug cartels to take control of the land for drug production. That will only lead to more drugs and more violence. Ortiz would bring stability to the region. Santos dos Torres could plunge the region into war."

"Sounds a lot like what Aguila Roja is planning," Ria said.

Carlos nodded. "I would not be surprised to learn that the Aguila Roja is one of the major contributors to Santos dos Torres' presidential campaign."

Ria bit her lip, deep in thought. After a moment she broke her silence. "The thing I can't understand is why Aguila Roja seems to be intent on starting a war. He already controls much of the drug and weapons trade in the Americas. Armed conflict could only work to destabilise that situation."

Carlos sat back. "I've been wondering the same thing. We are obviously missing some pieces of the puzzle. All we can do is keep our eye those we suspect might by the Aguila Roja, or at least who are working for the Aguila Roja. We just have to keep following people like Fernandez, Patterson and Tabernas, and see where those investigations take us." 

Ria and Carlos sat back and silence and let the Colombian Air Force plane take them on the next step of their investigation, towards Panama City's Tocumen International Airport.

* * * 

The Colombian Air Force's Cessna Citation II landed in Panama City a few hours later. Exiting the plane onto the tarmac, Ria and Carlos were met by a well-built man in his forties with salt-and-pepper hair. "Hello, welcome to Panama," he said. "My name is Iago Francisco Ferdinad, but everyone calls me Don Pico. I am special attaché with the Colombian embassy here in Panama City. I'll be your contact here in Panama."

Ria and Carlos shook hands with Don Pico, who then pointed them towards a large black Ford Explorer with tinted windows. "I have arranged for transport for you to the hotel, where you will have a car at your disposal. I have arranged with Panamanian customs for you to be pre-cleared, so we can leave immediately."

"Have we kept an eye on Fernandez?" Carlos asked as they walked towards the SUV.

Don Pico nodded. "Yes, he has checked into a hotel in the El Cangrejo area of town. Fernandez is there now, in his room. We have four men on the hotel, so he shouldn't be able to get out without us know. I have booked you into a hotel about a block and a half away. We should be there about forty-five minutes. We'll give you a ring if he makes a move."

Carlos smiled. "Perfect."

Don Pico climbed behind the wheel, and Carlos climbed into the passenger seat beside him. Ria took a seat in the rear of the Explorer, and they were off.

The SUV drove through scrub brush and forest for about 30 minutes until suddenly emerging onto a causeway running over the water. To the front and sides, suddenly the landscape changed from natural to man-made, with glass and steel towers rising into the air, glistening in the late afternoon sun. 

"Wow, it's quite urban," Ria exclaimed.

Don Pico smiled and nodded. "Yes, Panama City is a very modern town. Thanks to being at the heart of the shipping industry, it has a lot of investment from international companies."

"Does the canal pass close to here?" Ria asked, speaking of the Panama Canal. The canal was completed in 1914, and links the Caribbean Sea with the Pacific Ocean, cutting more than 10,000 kilometres off a voyage from the east coast of the USA to the west coast. More than 14,000 vessels pass through the canal every year, carrying more than 300 millions tons of cargo. It is arguably the most important waterway in the world, and many ships are built to a standard called Panamax, specifically designed just to fit through the canal.

"The mouth of the canal is to the north of the city, and the nearest lock is the Miraflores lock about an hour from your hotel. I don't know how much time you will have during your visit here to Panama, but if you get a chance, I would recommend going out to see the locks," Don Pico suggested.

Ria smiled. "That sounds like fun!" she exclaimed.

Carlos, who was playing with his iPhone shook his head. "I've already seen it, and its not that interesting. Besides, we are here for work, not pleasure."

Ria crossed her arms and pouted. "I'm interested in seeing it," she said softly.

Carlos looked back and smiled. "Oh, poor Butterfly. I don't know that we will get to see the canal this trip, but there is a race scheduled here in Panama later in the year. I promise you that I will take you then, okay?"

Ria scrunched up her lips, but agreed. 

"We are almost there," Don Pico said, turning the SUV down a small side street. The Hotel Azul del Mar was a nine story building with a small courtyard with a pool and a very small casino off the main lobby. Don Pico already had checked in Ria and Carlos into a suite on the top floor, and handed them the keys. "It's is suite 903. You have a private balcony. It is quite nice. The car I rented you is in the parking garage underneath. The keys for the car are in the room."

Don Pico took out a small map. "Fernandez is staying at the Hotel Torre de Oro, which is just a few blocks away. I am sorry to say that it is much ritzier than your hotel. I think you'll find the Azul del Mar comfortable enough, though."

Carlos took the key card and map from Don Pico. "I am sure that the hotel room will be fine. Give us a call as soon as Fernandez makes a move." With that, Carlos hopped out of the car. 

Don Pico looked back at Ria and raised an eyebrow. Ria just sighed and climbed out of the car.

* * * 

That evening Carlos and Ria walked down to the waterfront, where Carlos had made reservations for a waterfront restaurant at the Intercontinental Hotel. They were shown to a table on the terrace, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The sun was just hovering over the horizon, about to sink down into the ocean and plunge the world into darkness. At present, though, the sun was throwing off a light show of reds, oranges and yellows across the sky.

Ria scanned the horizon, and saw a number of large container ships anchored off the shore. She counted at least 30 ships. "Look at all the ships," Ria said.

Carlos looked out over the water. "Yes, all waiting their turn to go through the canal. Probably the same again on the Caribbean side, and more still sitting in the middle of the country in Lake Gatun."

"What is Lake Gatun?" Ria asked.

"It is a large lake in the middle of the country that was created with the opening of the canal. There are three locks on this side of the country rising the ships up from sea level to the level of Lake Gatun. The ships then travel across the lake to another set of locks on the Caribbean side, where they are lowered back down to sea level," Carlos explained.

"It sure would be nice to see the locks," Ria said, smirking.

Carlos shook his head. "You never give up, do you?"

Carlos' iPhone beeped. He picked it up and scrolled through some information.

"You have been staring at that phone all day," Ria said. "What are you reading? The latest scores from the Colombian football league?"

Carlos laughed. "No, nothing like that. I've actually been getting a number of analyst reports from the DAC, trying to hypothesize what Aguila Roja could be up to. As you said earlier, the volume of weapons being amassed doesn't make sense. It is much more than would ever be used in protection for the drugs business. But there is no way that Aguila Roja could hope to overthrow and maintain one of the governments in any of the nations around here. The armour is enough to create a destabilizing war for a period of time, but Aguila Roja would eventually lose that war. It defies logic."

Ria nodded. "We need more information if we are to determine Aguila Roja's motive. Hopefully one of the leads that are being followed will lead to fruition."

"Enough talk about work," Carlos said, spying the waiter approaching. "Let me put away my phone, and we'll have a nice dinner." Carlos slipped the phone in his pocket as the waiter arrived to take their drink order.

Ria sipped her glass of Ice cold Reisling, cool and refreshing on the hot Panama evening. Carlos sipped a crystal clear chilled Martini. As Ria and Carlos finished their drinks, a hush came over the restaurant terrace. All the dinners had turned to watch as the sun sunk quickly into the Pacific Ocean. The sky above the horizon quickly changed colours, the reds and oranges quickly deepening in hue until they transformed into blues and purples. Looking straight up into the sky, Ria noted that the sky was dark black. She slowly brought her head forward, noticing that the sky gradually lightened until it was a deep navy blue at the horizon.

"What a beautiful sunset," Ria said, watching the last of the colour fade from the sky.

"Not as beautiful as you, Butterfly," Carlos said. Ria blushed.

The waiter brought the starters for the table. Ria ate a bowl of crunky and fresh Gazpacho, a cool, crisp soup that refreshed after a long day. Carlos savoured a plate of six meated seared scallops wrapped in bacon.

As the darkness of night set upon the city, natural light was replaced by man-made light. The tall glass towers along the waterfront lit up, towers of light making a wall rising up from the dark waters of the Pacific Ocean. Ria scanned the horizon and noted that the container ships had turned on their lights, dots of light bobbing slightly on the horizon. Scanning her eyes to the right, Ria noted a well lit spit of land jutting out from the shore.

"What is that spit of land out there in the ocean?" Ria asked.

Carlos looked over his shoulder. "That's Casco Viejo, one of the oldest parts of Panama City. It is connected to the mainland by a thin strip of land. It has some very pretty parts, including the Presidential Palace, but has some very dangerous areas as well. It makes a nice place to tour around during the day. Perhaps if we find some free time, we can go and see it."

Ria smiled. "Or we could even go and see the Miraflores lock," she said.

Carlos rolled his eyes. "I get the feeling you aren't the kind of girl that is used to hearing no," Carlos said, smiling.

Ria raised an eyebrow. "Usually the only time I hear no is if I ask the question, 'do you want me to stop?'" she said, laughing. 

Appetisers were cleared, and a moment later the waiter brought out the mains. Carlos has a rare tuna steak, with roasted new potatoes and grilled green beans. The Tuna was meaty but not too filling, perfectly cooked so that the middle was still sushi raw. Ria had a plate of cold shrimp on ice with cocktail sauce and a side salad. The shrimps were large and meaty.

As they finished dinner, Carlos felt Ria's foot rub up and down his leg. Carlos looked over at Ria, who had a sly grin on his face. "Do you want desert?" Carlos asked.

"Why don't we go back to the hotel and have desert there," Ria said, sliding her foot between Carlos' thighs, making it clear that she wasn't interested in any desert that you would eat.

Carlos quickly paid the cheque, and the two caught a taxi back to the hotel. In the back of the cab, the two were all over each other like teenagers. Carlos' hands pushed up Ria's shirt and massaged her firm tits. Their tongues clashed in their mouths. Ria reached down and started to massage Carlos' thick cock through the fabric of his pants.

Up in the hotel room, Carlos could not resist the urge to get on his knees and pull Ria's engorged cock from her pants and start sucking on her. After a few minutes of sucking, Ria and Carlos moved to the bed, falling on it and kissing. Ria reached down and pushed Carlo's pants down. His hard cock sprang out fully erect. Ria moved down to take his dick in her mouth, and positioned her hips by Carlos' mouth. The two were soon mutually sucking each other.

Carlos started to rim Ria. Soon her ass was open, so Carlos moved Ria into a doggy-style position on the bed and started to finger Ria's ass, first with one finger and then with two.

Once Ria was open, Carlos entered her from behind. He started very slow and gentle but after a few moments he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. Ria moaned and asked for more.

After twenty minutes of deep thrusting, Carlos was on the verge of coming. He moaned and pushed himself as far as he could into her, and released his load. After he was drained, he pulled himself out of Ria's ass.

"I want to taste you," Carlos said. "I want to taste your sweet cum."

Ria stood up while Carlos started to suck and wank her cock until she was ready to explode. Ria pushed her throbbing cock in to Carlos' mouth and proceeded to fill it with her cum.

The two lay back into each other's arms, and gently kissed until they drifted off to sleep.

* * * 

The next morning Ria and Carlos were woken by a knock on the door. "I took the liberty of ordering breakfast in bed," Carlos said, getting up and putting on one of the fluffy, white terry-cloth robes provided by the hotel. Ria stayed under the covers as Carlos opened the door, signed for breakfast and brought it into the room.

The breakfast came on a tray that had small folding legs. Carlos flipped down the legs and placed the breakfast tray so that it straddled Ria's stomach. Carlos removed the cover on the tray, revealing a continental breakfast plate for two, with toast, croissants, blueberry muffins and pain au chocolat, along with pats of butter on ice and small jars of strawberry, raspberry and grape jam. Ria grabbed a pain au chocolat while Carlos lay down beside her and cracked open the strawberry jam. He sliced open one of the croissants and spread the jam liberally in the middle before taking a bite.

Ria and Carlos lay in bed, lazily enjoying their breakfast until the respite was broken by the buzz of Carlos' iPhone. Carlos reached over and looked at the screen. "It's Don Pico," he announced before answering the phone and putting it on speaker.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 12



"Hello Don Pico," Carlos said. "You are on speaker. Both Ria and I are here."

"Good morning, you two," came Don Pico's voice from the phone's speaker. "I trust you had a good night. Fernandez had a quite night last night, staying in the hotel and ordering room service. However, he has just called down to the front desk to request his car from the valet. Sorry to interrupt your morning, but if you are interested in following him, you'll have to get a move on."

"We'll get dressed and get on our way right now," Carlos said, hanging up the phone. "No time for showers, I'm afraid. We need to get on the road."

Carlos and Ria dressed quickly and headed down to the underground parking garage. Carlos had the car keys in his hand, along with a note from Don Pico. "It is an Audi," Carlos said. "Don Pico says it is parked in space 25." 

Carlos and Ria walked through the parking garage, looking for space 25. Carlos suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Oh, Don Pico. I could kiss you," he said.

Ria looked around, confused. "What?"

Carlos pointed towards space 25. "That is what. Don Pico got us an Audi R8."

The R8 was white and sleek, low to the ground and curvy. Carlos climbed into the driver's seat, settling into the black leather seat, while Ria settled into the passenger seat. Carlos started the car, and the parking garage was filled with the low growl of the 4.2 litre V8 engine. Carlos pulled his Apple iPhone out of his pocket and connected it to the R8's Bang and Olufsen stereo using the built in MP3 jack. Carlos pressed some buttons on the phone, and the car filled with the sound of Busy Child by The Crystal Method.

"Ah, this is good driving music," Carlos said, reving the engine. "Ready to go?"

Ria nodded. Carlos put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.

Carlos stopped the Audi half a block away from the Hotel Torre de Oro's parking garage. Don Pico sent a text to Carlos' phone giving details on the car Fernandez was driving, a silver Hyundai Sonata.

Carlos and Ria waited in the Audi, the engine giving off a low growl while it idled. The hotel's parking garage entrance opened, and Fernandez's silver Sonata pulled out. Carlos put the Audi in gear and started to follow Fernandez.

The Audi handled well as Carlos drove through the streets of Panama City. Carlos accelerated quickly away from the lights, the car quickly getting up to the speed limit in just seconds. Carlos was able to take corners quickly, the all wheel drive on the Audi giving excellent grip.

Fernandez drove the car out of the city and inland. After about 30 minutes, Fernandez signalled a left turn. Carlos slowed the Audi, and turned to Ria smiling. "Looks like you'll get your wish after all," he said. Ria looked at his quizzically, so Carlos pointed to the sign marking the road. 

"Miraflores Locks Visitor Center."

"Looks like you'll get to see the lock after all," Carlos said.

Fernandez parked his Hyundai in the parking lot, and made his way towards the visitor centre. Carlos parked the Audi and waited for Fernandez to start to mount the steps up towards the building.

Ria put on her blonde wig and sunglasses. Carlos put on a hat and sunglasses. Neither was much of a disguise, but Fernandez had continually shown that he was unaware of tails, so both felt confident in following him into the Miraflores lock.

Ria and Carlos walked into the building. There were rooms with displays off the main entrance hall, but Ria spotted Fernandez already out of the building on the other side, near the lock. Ria discretely pointed at Fernandez. Carlos nodded.

Ria and Carlos paid for entrance to the centre, and walked through the building and outside. Fernandez had gone to the right and was standing by the lock wall. Ria and Carlos turned left and took a seat at some tables set up outside a small café. 

"Grab us a couple of coffees as cover," Carlos said lowly. Ria nodded and walked into the café, ordering two coffees. After receiving the order, she exited the building and looked over to see Fernandez still standing alone.

Ria sat down opposite Carlos, who was facing towards Fernandez. They sat silently sipping their coffees while they waited. A number of people were milling around, but none of them approached Fernandez. They were all tourists, waiting for a ship to come through the lock.

After ten minutes, a small, willowy man in a pair of beige slacks and a blue linen shirt walked out of the main building. The man looked in both directions, and then made a beeline for Fernandez.

"Here we go," said Carlos. Ria took off her sunglasses, pretending to clean them, but really using them as a mirror to watch the action.

Fernandez and the thin man exchanged a few words before both turning and walking towards the building. Carlos stretched, faking a yawn, and then stood up, downing the last of his coffee. "Ready to go, sweetheart," he said in English, adopting a Southern USA accent. Ria stood up and nodded, turning to leave. Neither Fernandez or the man paid any attention to Carlos and Ria. The two men entered the building, walking quickly.

Carlos and Ria walked towards the main building. Through the windows they watched as Fernandez and his companion walked straight through the building and out the front entrance. Carlos and Ria followed.

Fernandez and the other man exited the building and walked down the steps towards the parking lot. Carlos and Ria walked out of the building and walked halfway down the steps. There they paused, and Carlos took out a map from his pocket and pretended to consult it, like a tourist trying to decide what to do next.

Ria and Carlos watched as the men approached Fernandez's Sonata. The willowy man broke away and walked towards a small Nissan hatchback, from which he pulled out a small gym bag. He walked back to join Fernandez at the Hyundai.

Fernandez opened the trunk of his car, and pulled out a briefcase. The willowy man quickly opened the case, looked inside, and shut it again. Fernandez looked quickly in the gym bag, shuffling through the contents, before nodding and closing the bag. The two men shook hands, and parted.

Carlos folded up the map he had been pretending to read. "I'll follow Fernandez in the car, you grab one of the taxis from the taxi rank down there and follow the other guy," he said.

Ria and Carlos walked down to the parking lot. The willowy man was just getting into his car as Ria hopped into a taxi. Carlos winked at her as he shut her door, and quickly made his way towards the Audi. Fernandez had already started up his Hyundai and was driving towards the exit.

Ria handed the taxi driver two twenty dollar US bills. "Follow that Nissan hatchback discretely and there will be another forty dollars in it for you," she said.

"Yes, ma'am," the taxi driver said, starting the car up and putting it in gear.

Fernandez drove out first, with the willowy man following him out of the parking lot. Fernandez made a left turn out of the visitors centre, heading off in the other direction from Panama City. The willowy man turned his Nissan Hatchback right onto the main road, heading back towards Panama City. Ria's taxi followed the Nissan. As the taxi accelerated down the road, Ria looked behind her to see the Audi R8 turn left, heading away from Panama City. Carlos quickly closed the gap between himself and Fernandez's Hyundai.

The taxi driver kept close to the willowy man's Nissan on the main highway, but as they entered back into the city the taxi driver started to fall back and hide in the traffic as he followed the willowy man's car. The willowy man drove through town and down towards the water. Eventually he pulled into a parking garage in an office building just a block from the water.

Ria gave the taxi driver two more twenty dollar bills. "Where are we," she asked.

"Mirabella," the cab driver said, stuffing the money in his pants pocket. "Lots of companies around here. Shipping, banking, insurance."

Ria thanked the driver and jumped out of the taxi. She walked up the staircase towards the main entrance of the building under which the willowy man had parked. Ria looked through the main glass doors of the building. The lobby was well appointed, with marble floors and a large staircase leading to the upper floors. The walls were covered with rich, dark wood, and small alcoves held classical looking statues of naked women in marble. There were two security guards sitting behind a desk just behind the main doors, and a old woman in a shapeless dress and head scarf cleaning the banister of the main staircase with an old rag.

Just then, the willowy man exited a staircase, carrying the briefcase that Fernandez had given him at the Miraflores Locks. He walked towards a set of large wooden doors on the other side of the lobby. Ria looked over and read the sign beside the doors. "Banco Pacifico y Atlantico de Colombia y Panama," the sign read, the Pacific and Atlantic Bank of Colombia and Panama. The willowy man entered the wooden doors, and they shut behind him.

Ria walked down the stairs and around the front of the building. All the windows of the bank had curtains blocking them, so she couldn't see in. She signed and walked back up the staircase and into the lobby. As she opened the door, she pulled two twenty dollar bills out of her pocket. 

The security guards stood quickly as Ria walked into the lobby. "Can I help you," one of them asked. The other guard looked on intently, and the cleaning woman looked up from her dusting.

Ria quickly caught the eye of the cleaner. Ria glanced quickly down at her left hand, and then turned towards the guards. "Is this the headquarters of Trans-Allied Shipping?" she asked. As she did, Ria held her left hand out behind her, waving the two twenty dollar dills so that only the cleaner could see them.

"No, ma'am, I am afraid there is no company by that name in this office," the guard replied.

"Oh sorry, my mistake," Ria said, turning towards the door as she stuffed the bills back into her pocket. Ria walked out of the building, taking a glance back to the cleaner. The cleaner was watching her leave, so once Ria was out of view of the guards, she motioned for the cleaner to follow.

Ria walked down the steps and stood on the sidewalk. Thirty seconds later, the old cleaning lady shuffled out of the front doors and down the steps. Ria handed her the $40, and told her that she should take the rest of the day off, as long as she gave her the headscarf and dress.

The cleaner shrugged, and pulled off the dress there on the street. At first Ria was afraid that it would draw attention, but was happy to see that the cleaner was wearing street clothes underneath. "I wear the dress over my clothes so my clothes don't get dirty," the cleaner explained, handing Ria the dress. Ria slipped it over her head and let it fall over her clothes. Ria took the cleaners head scarf, and put it over her head. Finally, the cleaner handed Ria the rag she was dusting with.

Ria watched as the old woman shuffled down the street, and then turned towards the building. Adopting a shuffling gait that approximately the old woman's walk, Ria walked back up the stairs and into the building. The guards looked up from their TV screens, but on seeing the hunched figure entering, turned back to their monitors.

Ria used the old woman's rag to wipe down the door handles and door jamb of the bank. The guards remained uninterested, so Ria turned the handle and opened the door. The guards didn't raise their heads, so Ria walked through the door and let it close behind her.

Ria walked forward into the bank. The room was large and long, with two rows of desks spaced every 10 feet or so. The room was very dark with all the curtains closed, lit mostly by desk lamps on the desks. Ria shuffled along the thick carpet, keeping her head down, but raising her eyes to scan the room for the willowy man. Ria spotted him sitting at a desk about half-way down the room.

Ria felt into the pocket of the cleaning woman's dress, and felt something plastic. She pulled it out, and on seeing that it was a garbage bag, unfolded it. Ria shuffled from desk to desk, emptying the trash bins beside each desk into the plastic garbage bag. The bankers sitting at the desk and their customers paid no attention to Ria. They were all involved in high financing banking, moving around millions of dollars. The cleaning lady was nothing more than part of the background, nothing more than moving furniture.

Ria finally approached the desk with the willowy man sitting at it. The man had put the briefcase on the desk and opened it. The banker was now flipping through the stacks of paper in the briefcase. Ria approached the desk. Neither the willowy man nor the banker bothered to look over. Both were entranced by the contents of the case. Ria reached down to pick up the bin beside the desk, casting her eyes up to the briefcase. She caught a quick glimpse of the papers in the case. In a large and official looking font were the words "Republic of Mexico" and "Government Bonds." Ria saw that there were many of the bonds in the briefcase. Obviously Fernandez had paid the willowy man a large amount in bonds for whatever was in the duffle bag.

Ria shuffled on to the next desk, emptied the bin into the garbage bag. The willowy man continued to speak with the banker. Ria turned to leave, walking back towards the large wooden doors.

"Excuse me," Ria heard a voice behind her say. Ria kept walking.

"Excuse me, cleaning woman. Excuse me," the voice called more loudly. Ria increased her shuffling, but was still a good twenty feet from the door. Ria quickly glanced to her right and left, and could see that now the people in the office were looking up at her.

Suddenly, Ria felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, but you forgot this one," the voice said. Ria turned around slowly, keeping her head bowed down to hid her face. A man held out a half-full garbage bin. Ria opened her plastic garbage bag, and the man dumped the trash in.

"Thank you," he said, turning to walk away. Ria shut the garbage bag and turned towards the door, shuffling as quickly as she could until she was safe again, outside the building.

* * * 

Ria had quickly ditched the old woman's disguise and had paid for a cab to wait at the curb until the willowy man drove out of the parking garage. The man drove his Nissan through the centre of town, towards the north and away from the water. 

After 20 minutes, he pulled into the parking garage of a small apartment block. The apartment was on a quiet, tree-lined residential street with a few low rise apartment buildings and some walled houses.

Ria paid the taxi, and took a seat on a bench across from the building. Ria contemplated her next move. The apartment block was 4 stories high, and through counting the windows on the building, Ria figured that it held about 10 apartments on each floor. 40 separate apartments, any one of which the willowy man might have entered.

"Too many apartments to try and determine where he is," Ria thought to herself. "Perhaps I could find a resident, and ask if they know the man, but neighbours in an apartment block in a large city like this probably aren't really that friendly with each other."

Ria took out her phone and called up CIA headquarters in Langley, getting CIA analyst Jarvis Cleethrope on the phone. "Jarvis, do you have access to financial and government systems in Panama?" Ria asked.

"Potentially, depends on the systems. What are you looking for?" Jarvis replied

"I am trying to find out the name and address of a man. He is a customer of the Banco Pacifico y Atlantico de Colombia y Panama, and lives in an apartment on 72 Este in the San Francisco area of Panama City. Male, probably early 40s, thin and tall," Ria said.

"Hmmm, it'll take me a while. I can check with the Panamanian's for a list of names of people who have filed income tax from that address, but the bank might take a while. I don't see any moles listed on the system from inside that bank, so the computer whizzes on the 3rd floor will need to see if they can hack into the system. Usually quite hard to do with banking," Jarvis replied.

"Okay, thanks. Let me know if you find out anything," Ria said. Ria hung up the phone, and was about to leave when the front door of the apartment block opened up and the willowy man walked out. Ria sat back down on the bench and waited, watching the man walk down the street towards the main road. Ria watched until the willowy man turned the corner, and then bounded up and walked quickly down the block.

Ria turned the corner, but the man had disappeared. "Damn it," she said under her breath. Ria walked along the street, peering in the windows of the shops along the road. Ria walked past a small bar and restaurant, and saw the willowy man sitting at a table within the bar.

Ria entered the bar and sat down a few tables away from the willowy man, facing him. The man was slouched in his chair, eyes cast downward. The waitress walked over to the willowy man's table with a bottle of Atlas beer and two shots of white liquor, either tequila, vodka or white rum Ria figured. The man quickly drowned the two shots of liquor. He looked up and caught Ria's eye. Ria smiled at him, but the man quickly looked back down at his table.

The waitress came over to Ria's table, and Ria ordered an Atlas beer. "What is the man over there drinking?" Ria asked, pointing at the willowy man.

"Shots of vodka," the waitress replied.

"Buy him one from me," Ria said. The waitress nodded and walked away, returning a moment later with the beer for Ria. The waitress then walked over and gave the shot to the willowy man. He looked up confused, but the waitress said something to him and pointed at Ria.

The willowy man looked over at Ria suspiciously. Ria smiled at him and nodded. The man looked quizzically at the shot for a moment, but then downed it.

Ria stood up and walked over to the willowy man's table. "Mind if I sit down," Ria asked.

"I'm not in the mood for company," the man said, taking a swig of him beer.

"That's fine," Ria said. "We could just sit silently and drink."

The man shook his head. "I don't have any money to spend on company," he said.

Ria laughed. "I'm not a prostitute. I'm just looking for someone to drink with."

The man looked up for a moment, and then shrugged. "Whatever," he said. Ria pulled out a chair and sat down.

"I'm Ria," Ria said, extending her hand.

The willowy man took a swig of his beer. "I thought we were going to sit silently," he said, leaving Ria's hand extended without shaking it. Ria brought her hand down, and took a sip of her beer.

The willowy man took a long slug of his beer, emptying the bottle. He motioned to the waitress to bring another.

"You look like you could use some cheering up," Ria said. "You know, I'm really good at cheering people up."

The willowy man stared into his empty beer bottle, waiting impatiently for its replacement. "And how would you propose to cheer me up," he asked.

"You know what they say. Fuck the pain away," Ria said.

The man looked up at Ria, shocked. Then he shook his head and frowned. "I don't think you are my type," he said.

"I can be any type you want," Ria replied. 

The waitress set a fresh bottle of Atlas down in front of the willowy man. He took a swig and swished it around in his mouth before swallowing it down. "I'm not interested in girls," the willowy man admitted.

Ria smiled and pulled her chair around closer to the willowy man. "You might be interested in a woman like me," she said. Ria grabbed the willowy man's hand, and pushed it down her pants. She felt as the man's hand softly ran over her cock and balls.

"Ummm, wow," was all the willowy man said.

"So, what do you think? I promise it'll be a lot more fun than spending the afternoon drinking your troubles away," Ria said.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 12



The willowy man closed his hand around Ria's cock, gently stroking it. Her cock slowly began to grow. The willowy man looked up at Ria. "Do you... fuck men... with this?" he asked, voice breaking.

Ria leaned close to the man and whispered in his ear, "if you want me to, I'll gladly shove my hard dick into your tight little asshole. Is that what you want?"

The man swallowed and, lips quivering, answered, "yes."

* * * 

The willowy man introduced himself as Omar, and the two quickly made it back to his apartment. Omar said he wanted to clean himself up a bit before they got down to the action, and he jumped into the shower. Ria took a look around the apartment. It was a small one bedroom apartment sparsely furnished.

Ria heard the shower stop, so she made her way to the bathroom. Omar came out of the shower. Ria grabbed a towel and helped dry Omar off. After he was dry, Ria led Omar to the bedroom. Ria walked behind Omar and got down on her knees. She grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart. She stuck her head between his cheeks and started to rim Omar's ass. Omar started to pump his cock, and soon it was rock hard. Ria reached between his legs and pulled the cock down until she could suck it between Omar's legs. 

Ria stood up and whispered in Omar's ear that she needed to fuck him in the ass. Omar got onto the bed on all fours and stuck his ass into the air. Ria pulled off her jeans and roughly entered him, pushing herself deep into his asshole. 

Omar grabbed his cock and started to pump himself again. Ria slapped his hand. "No wanking. I need you to save yourself for later," she said. Omar obeys.

Ria pounded Omar's ass, pumping the full length of her shaft in and out of his ass. After about 5 minutes, Ria leaned back her head and started to scream as the cum shot out of her and into Omar's asshole. 

Ria told Omar to turn over, as it was his turn to come. She took Omar's cock in her mouth, and pumped her head up and down on his cock. Omar didn't last long. On the verge of coming, he called out that he wanted to soak her face and tits. Ria pulled off his dick and quickly removed her shirt and bra. She got down on her knees, and reached around behind Omar. She pushed three fingers deep into Omar's ass while Omar stroked himself quickly. Omar groaned and coated her tits and face with hot thick jism.

Omar lay exhausted on the bed on his stomach, his legs splayed open to let the cool air flow over his red, stretched asshole. Ria climbed off the bed and stood up. "I am going to clean up a bit," Ria said.

"Okay," Omar said sleepily. "I think I'll take a quick siesta." Omar grabbed a pillow and hugged it as he closed his eyes.

Ria walked out of the bedroom and in the main room, walking towards the toilet. She ran some water and splashed it on her sticky cock, wiping the quickly drying cum off her shaft and head. After cleaning up, she dried off and walked out of the toilet.

Ria peeked into Omar's bedroom, and saw him sleeping on his bed. She walked quietly into the main room, and took a look around. It was a typical living area with a couch, coffee table and TV in one part and a small desk with a computer on it in the other. 

Ria walked over and hit the power button on the computer. While it was booting up, she walked around the room. On the wall was hung a degree in Mechanical Engineering from the Universidad Tecnologica de Panama. On top of the TV was a small glass trophy engraved with the words "In recognition of hard word on the Project Jaguar. Panama Canal Authority." 

Ria heard the computer beep, so she walked back to the desk. The screen was waiting for a password to be entered. Written on a post-it note that was stuck to the bottom of the screen was the word "tsLover69." Ria typed it into the password box. The computer accepted the password, and continued its login in.

While waiting for Windows to complete its bootup procedure, Ria shuffled through some papers on the desk. One of them was a pay slip from the Panama Canal Authority dated from last month for Omar Lopez. 

Ria took out her phone and sent a text message to Jarvis Cleethorpe back at CIA headquarters. "Omar Lopez. Works for the Panama Canal Authority. Degree from Universidad Technologica de Panama in Mechanical Engineering. Let me know if you get bank information."

A moment later Ria's phone buzzed with a message from Cleethrope. "Thank you. Will update when more information is available."

The computer had finished its boot up sequence, and Ria started to search through the folders to see what she could find. The internet history showed a lot of visit to cross-dressing sites, visits to sites about mechanical engineering and the use of hotmail. Ria clicked on the hotmail link, but Omar hadn't saved his user name and password so she couldn't access the account.

Ria opened Windows Explorer, and looked at the file he had stored on his computer. Lots of cross-dressing porn picture and movies, including a number Omar had filmed of himself prancing around his apartment in stockings and panties. Drilling down through the hierarchy of the folder structure, hidden in a folder with a bunch of porn was a folder caught Ria's attention. It was labelled "Fernandez." 

Ria opened the folder to find a number of files with the extension CAD. Ria double-clicked on a file called "LckMc034.CAD". Clicking on the file started up a program called AutoCAD, which eventually brought up a file showing what appeared to be a blue-print or mechanical diagram. Ria went back to Windows Explorer and double-clicked on another file. Another blue-print appeared, this one Ria recognized as looking much like the large lock doors for the locks Ria had seen earlier today.

"If Omar is an engineer at the Panama Canal Authority, then he could be selling Fernandez mechanical diagrams of the lock mechanisms. But why?" Ria wondered to herself. 

She took out her phone and sent a text message to Carlos. "Think Fernandez might have bought mechanical details of canal from contact."

Ria turned back to the computer, about to explorer further down the file hierarchy when she heard a sound behind her.

From behind her, Ria heard Omar say, "Hey, what are you doing?"



Code Name Tequila Ch. 13



"Right here, right now... Right here, right now..."

The music boomed out of the Bang and Olufsen stereo system as Carlos followed the Hyundai driven by Fernandez into the outskirts of Colon. Carlos turned the music up. The drive, though scenic, had been boring, and the music made the time pass. Carlos could feel the power of the Audi R8 through the wheel and the accelerator paddle calling him to use it, but Fernandez drove so slowly and carefully that Carlos couldn't unleash the car. Carlos used the loud music to drown out the sound of the engine, grumbling to be let loose.

Carlos liked driving with music playing, but he so infrequently got to do it. In the open wheel racing car that he spent most of his time in, the only audio he got was the constant chatter of race engineers over the two-way radio, passing on strategy to him on how to save his tires or conserve fuel. While Carlos loved racing the top of the line, cutting edge technically advanced cars in the Pan-Am series, he missed the days of being on the track with nothing but his wits and knowledge to guide him. Back then, he would often find himself singing to himself, the music somehow focusing him in the efforts of driving the car.

As Carlos followed Fernandez into Colon, the scenery they were passing changed from jungle and river to low rise concrete and cinder blocks buildings. Colon was Panama's second largest city, and seemed the polar opposite to Panama City. While Panama City was glass and steel like a Central American Miami, Colon was dirty and cramped, close quarters holding the poor and desperate. Carlos knew enough about Panama to know that Colon wasn't considered safe, especially for someone driving through in an expensive sports car. Carlos turned down the music and turned up his guard.

Fernandez drove his car into France Field, part of the massive free trade zone in Colon. The area was full of warehouses, and most of the traffic was flat-bed trucks with shipping containers. The Audi R8 stood out even more than it had on the roads of Colon, and Carlos backed off in hopes that Fernandez would not spot the expensive sports car following him.

Fernandez turned left onto a street that dead ended near the water. There were three cars already at the dead end, a black Mercedes S-class, a blue Nissan Rouge SUV and a bright-yellow Suzuki Swift which had obviously had some heavy modifications. Carlos turned the Audi right and pulled down half a block before pulling into the space in front of a warehouse. He killed the engine, and watched what was happening through his rear view mirror.

Fernandez got out of his Hyundai, and walked over to the Mercedes. The rear door to the Mercedes opened, and a man stepped out of the car. Even from a distance, Carlos recognized him. It was Rodrigo Tabernas.

The two men shook hands and talked for a moment. Tabernas smiled broadly and nodded eagerly for the first minute, but then frowned for the second. Obviously Fernandez had started with good news first. Tabernas was now agitated, and gestured emphatically at Fernandez. Fernandez meekly nodded, his gaze cast downwards.

Finished with his lecture, Tabernas turned and got back into the rear of Mercedes, slamming the door behind him. Fernandez stood for a moment, head hung low, and then slowly made his way back to his car. Carlos thought it looked like Fernandez was dragging his feet.

The Mercedes started to pull away, followed by the Nissan SUV and the Suzuki. The Hyundai with Fernandez in it followed last. Carlos started up his car, and thought about which group to follow. While it obviously appeared that Tabernas was above Fernandez, Fernandez still had whatever was given to him at the canal. Carlos decided to follow Fernandez.

The Mercedes turned right before reaching Carlos, and the SUV and Suzuki followed suit. Fernandez drove his Hyundai straight and passed Carlos. Carlos waited until Fernandez was at the next block before pulling out.

Fernandez drove straight, heading out of the warehouse district and toward the main road. Carlos followed behind a couple of blocks. Fernandez turned right at the main road. Carlos accelerated towards the corner.

Just as Carlos was about to pass the street before the main road, the Nissan SUV that had been with Tabernas turned the corner from the main road and suddenly started accelerating towards Carlos. A half-second later movement in the rear view mirror caught Carlos' attention and he saw the Suzuki Swift peel around the corner and start coming up behind him from two blocks behind.

"Shit," thought Carlos. He slammed on the brakes and cranked the wheel to the right, barely sliding around the corner. Carlos stomped on the accelerator and the Audi R8 took off down the street with a roar, almost drowning out the stereo, which was booming out "Firestarter" by the Prodigy.

The Suzuki was the first to make the corner, sliding around it with smoking tires and quickly on the path of the Carlos. Carlos watched his rear view mirror as the Suzuki accelerated, trying to keep pace with the more powerful Audi. The Nissan SUV gingerly turned the corner and started to try and follow, but already the Audi and the Suzuki were blocks away.

Carlos, still looking in the rear view mirror, suddenly caught movement in his peripheral vision. He looked ahead to see a 18-wheel flat-bed chugging slowly through the intersection ahead of him. Carlos slammed on the brakes. The carbon-ceramic brakes clamped on, slowing the car so quickly that Carlos felt the safety belt constrict his breathing like an 800 pound weight was sitting on his chest. Safely slowed, Carlos was able to negotiate a right hand turn and avoid the large truck.

Carlos accelerated away, glancing back in his rear view mirror to see the Suzuki slide around the corner. The tail end of the little Japanese car slid out, sliding under the flat-bed. The back end of the car was sliding towards the large rear wheels of the 18-wheeler. The driver of the Suzuki quickly jerked the wheel around to get the car back in line, the back end kicking back just in time to avoid getting crushed under the massive trailers wheels.

Carlos looked ahead. There appeared to be a bridge ahead over a body of water. Carlos looked quickly at the GPS in the Audi. It appeared that the bridge would take him over to the Zona Libre on the other side of an inlet. Still part of the free trade zone, that side of the water also had more commercial shops, and Carlos thought he would have a better chance of blending in with regular traffic, rather than the truck heavy traffic of the French Field. Carlos pressed his foot onto the accelerator and pulled away from the less powerful Suzuki.

Carlos flew over the bridge just as the first strains of "Pump Up The Volume" by M/A/R/R/S came over the Audi's speakers. Carlos checked his rear view mirror. The Suzuki was two blocks back, and the Nissan SUV was just making the corner, four blocks behind. Carlos smiled and quickly made the first right. Carlos looked at the GPS unit. It showed a grid of streets. Carlos figured by weaving through them, he would soon be able to lose the two slower cars.

Carlos made the next left quickly, checking his rear view to see neither the Suzuki or the Nissan had made the last corner yet. He pressed the accelerator and the car sped up as it drove down the street.

Half a block away, a delivery van driver put his truck in reverse and pressed on the gas. Carlos swore as he saw the large brown metal side of the delivery van pulled out in front of him, like a giant billboard. Carlos slammed on the brake pedal, but the truck was too close for even the carbon-ceramic brakes to stop the car. Carlos quickly calculated that unless something changed, the Audi would hit the van going about 30 miles an hour.

Carlos pulled on the hand brake and spun the steering wheel. The car pivoted, sliding round an invisible axis, the wheels squealing and smoking under the strain. Soon the back end was facing in the direction of travel. Carlos released the wheel, letting the front tires true themselves. The car slid backwards, slowing until the back end of the Audi just bumped the side of the delivery van.

Carlos put the car back into gear and was about to pull away when he saw the Suzuki fly past the intersection ahead. Carlos could hear the squeal of brakes, and he knew the Suzuki would be coming back for him. Carlos pressed on the accelerator, and the Audi spun away from the delivery van, speeding for the intersection.

Meanwhile, the Suzuki had come to a stop, and the driver put it into reverse. The car reversed back towards the street just passed. The Nissan SUV had just made the last corner, and was driving towards the same intersection from the other direction of the Suzuki.

Carlos looked at the GPS. The street he was on continued past the intersection for one more block before continuing to a dead end. Carlos held the wheel straight and continued to accelerate.

The Suzuki driver got to the corner and spun the wheel so that he was facing the direction towards which he had seen Carlos. The driver of the Suzuki was surprised to see the Audi barrelling down on him, less than 20 feet away. The driver closed his eyes and braced for impact.

Carlos had expected the Suzuki, and was ready to react. He jerked the wheel to the right for a slight moment and then let it straighten again, lining himself up to just squeeze past the Suzuki on the right.

The Nissan SUV approached the intersection, the driver unsure what to do now that the Suzuki had seemingly just stopped. He slowed down, deciding he would make a left turn onto the street the that Suzuki was pointing down. He arrived at the corner, the nose of the truck just poking out into the intersection.

Carlos saw the Nissan too late to react. He held the wheel straight and hoped there would be enough room. The Audi R8 just fit through the gap between the side of Suzuki and the Nissan's front end, the air displaced by the Audi zooming through the gap enough to shake the Suzuki as it passed.

The driver of the Nissan was shocked by the sudden appearance of the Audi in front of him, and abandoned his turn. Instead, he rolled forward until he collided with the Suzuki. The cars bounced off each other.

The Suzuki driver collected himself, and seeing only minor damage to his car, gestured rudely towards the Nissan driver, who simply shrugged. The Suzuki driver checked his rearview mirror and watched as Carlos in the Audi made a left turn at the next street. 

The Suzuki driver put the car in reverse and slammed on the gas, spinning the steering wheel to get the car pointed in the right direction. Once realigned, he threw the car into first and accelerated down the street. He shifted into second before sliding the car around the corner, the back end of the Suzuki kicking out as he rounded the corner.

Carlos looked in his rearview mirror to see the Suzuki making the corner, amazed at the speed the car kept as it skidded. He cursed. That car was going to be harder to lose than he had hoped. 

Carlos took the next left, keeping the Audi low, controlled and fast around the corner. He accelerated out of the corner and speed down the street. He looked ahead at the intersections, but could see little. All the streets were lined with warehouses that blocked the view of any traffic coming on the perpendicular streets. Crossing through the intersections at high speed would be a gamble.

It was a gamble he almost lost at the first intersection. Flying through the intersection, Carlos caught the sight of the Nissan SUV barrelling towards him. With the shorter distance and with no corners, the SUV was able to catch up to him. Carlos' foot was already pressing the accelerator pedal to the floor, so all he could do was pray that the Nissan wouldn't hit the Audi. His prayers were almost answered.

The Nissan just caught the tail end of the Audi. It was enough to cause the back end of the Audi to kick out to the right, though. Carlos jerked the wheel to the right, trying to bring the back end back in line. The car was soon sliding sideways down the street. Carlos kept his foot on the gas and kept the wheel turned into the skid, trying to keep the car from spinning completely.

Carlos looked out his driver side window and could see the Suzuki approaching rapidly. If he didn't get the car back in control soon, the Suzuki would ram him, causing the Audi to no doubt flip. Carlos prayed for the all-wheel drive Audi to get enough grip to straighten itself out.

The Suzuki was almost upon him when suddenly he felt the tires bite. The car straightened quickly, and with the power from the wheel all moving the car in a forward direction again, he was able to just keep ahead of the Suzuki.

The buildings around were starting to change from warehouses to smaller office blocks. Traffic started to grow, with cars slowing trolling the streets and pulling in and out of the office. Carlos found himself weaving the Audi in and out of the traffic with the Suzuki keeping up behind him.

Carlos took the next left, the Audi sliding towards a building but just managing to keep the power down to accelerate away and miss the concrete wall. The Suzuki spun around the corner like a rally car, the back end fishtailing out but the car maintaining an amazing amount of speed. 

The road dog-legged to the left after an intersection, and suddenly the warehouses on the right side disappeared into open dirt fields. Carlos turned the Audi off the road and onto the dirt, kicking up load of dust. The Suzuki followed.

Carlos sped across the dirt, the all-wheel drive of the Audi able to cope with the uneven surface and keep power on the ground. The Suzuki also dealt nicely with the dirt, and the driver was able to keep pace with the Audi.

Carlos rejoined a road to cross over a small canal. Up ahead the road ended at a T-junction. Carlos looked ahead to see the Nissan SUV coming down the road from the left, so at the T-junction he went left. The Suzuki followed, just making it in front of the Nissan.

Carlos accelerated down the two-lane road, passing cars both on the dirt shoulder and in the oncoming traffic lane, as traffic allowed. The Nissan SUV fell behind, but the Suzuki was keeping pace.

Carlos looked ahead. Ahead of him was a large flat-bed with a couple of shipping containers on it. Oncoming traffic was heavy and the dirt shoulder had disappeared, allowing the Suzuki to catch up to the Audi. The Suzuki rammed the Audi, the car shuttered but Carlos was able to keep it in control.

The lane beside him opened, and Carlos jumped out into it. The Suzuki followed. Carlos looked ahead to see a large 18-wheeler coming towards him. Carlos was about to pull back into the correct lane, but the Suzuki bumped him again, pushing him ahead of the truck beside him. Carlos had no choice now, so he put his foot down.

The Audi accelerated quickly, the 4.2 litre V8 producing over 400 horsepower. Carlos judged the gap. He could just make it, as long as the 18 wheeler lost some of its present speed. It should do, Carlos figured, as the driver would no doubt start to brake if he saw two cars barrelling towards him. At least, that's what Carlos hopped would happen. The driver of the 18-wheeler sounded his horn, the blast almost drowning out the sound of "Halcyon & On & On" by Orbital, which had just started up on from the iPhone playlist.

The Suzuki followed Carlos, but the 1.3 litre engine was unable to produce the same acceleration, and the gap between Carlos and the Suzuki widened. 

The driver of the 18-wheeler blew his horn continuously. Carlos saw the front end of the truck dip. He was braking, which gave Carlos a chance to make back over into his lane before running out of road. Carlos held his breath as the car approached the increasingly wall-looking front grill of the semi. Carlos glanced to his right. He was even with the truck beside him, the large front wheel of the rig spinning beside his passenger side window.

Carlos looked back ahead. The entire windscreen was taken up by the front grill of the semi. Carlos glanced quickly in his passenger side-view mirror, again seeing nothing but the grill of a truck, this time the one beside him. He was out of time. Carlos turned the wheel and jumped back towards his own lane. The Audi just slotted back into the lane, the front bumper of the Audi just missing the massive chrome bumper of the oncoming rig, with the rear of the Audi scrapped along the front bumper of the truck Carlos had just passed.

Carlos pulled away from the truck behind him. He looked in his rear view for what he knew was inevitable. The 18-wheeler heading the other way suddenly jumped into the air as the cab rode up and over the small Suzuki Swift, the sickening sound of metal being ground into shreds as the Suzuki passed under the truck.

Carlos sped away and down the highway back towards Panama City as a bright-yellow twisted heap of metal emerged from the underside of the 18-wheeler.

* *

"What are you doing," Omar asked again. Ria quickly glanced to her left to see Omar, waking naked into the main room. From where he was standing, Ria realized that Omar wouldn't be able to see the screen. Ria hit ALT-F4 to close down the AutoCAD program, and then hit ALT-TAB to bring up Internet Explorer, still on the Hotmail login page.

Omar walked over to the computer, looking over Ria's shoulder at the computer screen. "I was just going to check my email," Ria said.

"How did you log into the computer?" Omar asked.

"You have your password on this sticky note," Ria said, pointing at the post-it note with Omar's password stuck to the computer.

"Oh, right," Omar said, smiling.

"Couldn't sleep?" Ria asked, standing up and giving Omar a kiss on the cheek.

Omar reached out and touched Ria's stomach, then let his hand wander down to her crotch and fondle her soft cock. "I was going to sleep, but my ass was aching for another good fuck. I think it was jealous that my mouth got to taste all that juicy cum, and it wants to be filled up by you."

Ria slapped Omar's ass. "Well then, let's fill that ass up with cum," she said, leading Omar by the hand back into the bedroom.

Omar lay down on his back on the bed. Ria grabbed some lotion to use as lube and spread it on Omar's ass and into his hole as she went down on him, sucking his cock to make him nice and relaxed for what was to come. Ria positioned herself so her cock was above Omar's mouth, and he began to suck on it eagerly. Omar slurped at Ria's dick, finding her rock hard already. Feeling the hardness of Ria's shaft, Omar was sure that Ria was excited to get to the anal sex, as was he. Omar pulled himself up and turned away from Ria, presenting his ass to her.

Ria spread a little more lube into Omar's ass, and then dipped in a finger in, and then two. Omar took the fingers with ease. Ria then slathered some lotion onto her cock and placed the head of her hard shaft at the entrance to Omar's lubed sshole. Leaning into Omar gently, Ria slid in with ease. Omar gasped as Ria's cock stretched him open, but it was not a gasp of pain, but of pleasure. 

Ria withdrew slightly, then slowly slid all the way into Omar's ass. 

"Oh my god," Omar said breathlessly, pushing himself back onto Ria. Omar, who had started on his hands and knees, straightened his back until he was upright. Ria wrapped her arms around Omar, one hand on his chest playing with his hard nipples and one hand stroking his hard cock. Omar and Ria moved up and down together, pumping Ria's cock deep into Omar's hungry asshole.

Ria stroked Omar's rock-hard cock in her fist, jacking it off as she pumped in and out of his ass. Despite already coming once, Omar was quick to shoot his load again, streams of white come arching through the air and landing on his bedspread. The orgasm gripped Omar's entire body, and soon the muscles of his asshole spasming around Ria's cock were enough to drive Ria over the edge. Ria's load emptied into Omar's tight ass.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 13



The two collapsed onto to the bed, breathless, still spooning as Ria's cock slowly shrank inside Omar. 

* * 

Ria was woken early the next morning by her mobile phone buzzing its way across the hardwood floor of Omar's bedroom.. She looked over beside her where Omar was sleeping soundly. Creeping out of bed, Ria picked up her phone and checked her text messages.

"Butterfly, where are you?" read the message from Carlos. Ria grabbed her clothes and snuck out into the main room. After pulling on her panties, she took a seat on Omar's couch and typed out a reply to Carlos.

"Getting info from Fernandez's contact. Received large amount of bonds from Fernandez. He is engineer on canal. May have sold plans to Fernandez?" Ria tapped out and sent.

Carlos replied quickly. "Meet me at Avenue A and Central Avenue, Casco Viejo."

Ria pulled on the rest of her clothes and quietly crept out of the apartment, leaving a sticky note stuck to the back of the apartment door. "Had fun, thanks for your tight ass! Ria."

* * *

Casco Viejo is one of the oldest parts of Panama City, located at the Pacific mouth of the Panama Canal. Old Spanish colonial buildings lined the narrow streets, keeping the streets in cooling shadow. Most of the buildings seemed worn down, peeling paint and stucco decorated with the drying laundry of the families that crowded into the small rooms inside. Some of the buildings had been refurbished, mostly thanks to a UNESCO World Heritage designation in 1997 bringing in Spanish money to tidy up the oldest city in Central America.

The taxi came to a stop just near some stairs up to a giant fortified wall facing out onto the Pacific Ocean. Ria looked around, but didn't see Carlos. She wandered over to the wall and walked up the stairs.

The view from the top of the wall was amazing. The wall was topped with a wide, red tiled walkway, and from the top of the steps Ria could see out to the ships waiting to enter the canal and, by turning 90 degrees, back towards the large, glass towers of the central business district of Panama City. Glancing behind her, she looked out over some of the rooftops of the oldest parts of Panama. 

Ria turned back and looked out over the ocean. She stood in awe for a moment at the beauty of the place.

"Quite the view, no?" said a voice behind her. Ria turned around to see Don Pico, Carlos' local contact in Panama.

"Hello Don Pico," Ria said. "Is Carlos around?"

"He just ran down to get a cool drink. He should be back in a second," Don Pico replied. As if on cue, Carlos walked up the steps holding three glass bottles of Coca-Cola. He walked over to where Don Pico and Ria were standing, and handed a bottle to each of them. Drink distribution responsibilities taken care of, Carlos took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss Ria on the cheek.

"So, Butterfly, what did you find out?" he asked.

Ria updated Don Pico and Carlos on what she had found out about Omar -- his large deposit at the bank, his job, and the files on his computer. Finally, she told them her hypothesis that Omar had sold some sort of mechanical plans for the canal to Fernandez

Don Pico frowned, but nodded agreement. "That seems the most likely information that Omar could provide, though the question is what would Fernandez want with technical information on the inner workings of the canal? I can't imagine that the Aguila Roja is planning on digging a rival canal to set up some competition."

Carlos looked out at the boats lined up, waiting to enter the canal. "How does this fit with the gun boats we saw them building earlier? And how does any of this help the Aguila Roja with drugs and weapons smuggling? There is something we are missing here, some larger part of the puzzle."

Ria nodded. "We need to figure out what the ultimate goal of the Aguila Roja is. It is obvious that this is about more than just controlling the drug trade in the Americas."

"Yes, that much is true. We need more information," Carlos said. "Let's pick up again with Fernandez. First things first, if we can get a look at what specific information that Omar gave him about the canal, that might help us determine what his end goal is. Unfortunately, Fernandez hasn't let that bag out of his sight since he got it. He even takes it down to dinner with him."

Don Pico smiled. "I think we can help with that. Fernandez called a local escort agency to have two girls sent over this evening. His hotel room is two rooms, a bedroom and a sitting room. The sitting room has the desk and the safe. We can pay the two girls to keep him busy in the bedroom, giving us time to get at the papers."

Carlos nodded. "Perfect. Will the safe be hard to get into?"

Don Pico shook his head. "Not at all. It is one of those safes where the guest can set their own combination. In the event that the guest leaves without unlocking the safe, the safe has a mechanical override key to allow the hotel to get into the safe."

"Alright, let's do it," Carlos said. Don Pico nodded, and excused himself to go off and make arrangements for the girls to keep Fernandez extra busy during his session.

Carlos and Ria walked along the seafront walkway atop the fortified wall. The sun was shining brightly and the day was warm with just a slight breeze coming in from the ocean.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" Carlos said as they strolled along the path. Ria nodded and smiled.

The two came to the tip of the point upon which the fortress wall was built. Ria looked out onto the ocean and felt the breeze flow against her face.

"What are you thinking about, Butterfly?" Carlos asked.

Ria responded to Carlos, but kept looking out over the Ocean. "I was just thinking about how much this reminds me of the day a couple of months ago when I was standing on an ocean-front walkway in San Diego. It was right before I went in for my final interview for the 'Cabo Blanco Ambassador' with the racing team. I was really nervous right before I was going to the interview, afraid that somehow they would find out that I was a plant by the CIA, but then I stood and stared at the ocean for a few moments, and it really calmed me. Somehow looking out at the wide ocean relaxed me, and I wasn't nervous or afraid anymore."

"And now," Carlos asked, "are you nervous?"

"No. I know that the more I find out about Aguila Roja, the more I should be scared about what he has planned, but for some reason it is the opposite. The more I know, the more relaxed I feel."

"Like I said, born-spy," Carlos said.

Carlos felt a tug on the leg of his slacks. He looked down to see a small girl, probably no more than eight, carrying a piece of cardboard onto which a number of small pins and brooches were stuck. "Buy a beautiful pin, mister, for your beautiful girlfriend?" the girl said.

Carlos laughed, and pointed at one of the items. "How much?" he asked.

"Twenty dollars," the girl responded.

Carlos raised an eyebrow, ready to haggle the price down, but Ria nudged him in the stomach. "She's just a little girl," Ria said.

Carlos sighed and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to the girl. The girl smiled and gave Carlos the pin. Carlos held it up for Ria to see. It was the outline of a small butterfly made from bright gems on a gold band. 

Ria laughed. "It's lovely," she said. The little girl smiled.

Carlos tapped the stones and then the golden band. "I wanted to buy you some pretty jewellery, but I am afraid that neither the stones nor the gold is real," he said.

"It doesn't matter, I think it is beautiful," Ria said, nodding at the little girl, who was beaming.

Carlos smiled as pinned the butterfly onto Ria's shirt. "A pretty butterfly pin for my pretty Butterfly."

The little girl waved to the Carlos and Ria as they walked away, back down the steps towards Carlos' car. As Ria turned to wave at the girl, the sun caught the fake gems in the butterfly pin, casting glints of colour across the fabric of her shirt.

* * 

The knock on the hotel room door was loud and clear, and Fernandez was quick to answer. Opening the door, he set his eyes on two beautiful, young ladies, both wearing long coats. As the girls walked in and introduced themselves, Fernandez looked them over. 

The first girl introduced herself as Eva. She was about five and a half feet tall with shoulder length black hair and smooth, olive skin. She flashed Fernandez a smile, and Fernandez nearly melted at the beauties engaging smile. The second girl, who said her name was Isabel, was a few inches taller than Eva, and had her long, dark hair tied into two pig-tails.

Fernandez closed the door behind him and turned around to face the girls, who were now standing side-by-side in the sitting room of Fernandez's suite. At the same time both girls undid the buttons on their long coats and shrugged them off. The coats fell to the floor, revealing the dress the two young girls were wearing. Both girls were dressed as school girls, with knee-high white socks, short tartan skirts and white shirts. Both girls had the top few buttons of their shirts undone, in Eva's case revealing a mass of cleavage, while Isabel thin, lean body showed smaller tits.

"So, why have you girls been sent to the Headmaster's office?" Fernandez asked the girls, slipping into his role-play quickly. The girls looked at Fernandez, dressed in a long, white terry cloth robe, with mock shame. "Well, one of you should answer me," Fernandez said sternly.

Eva answered, "one of the teachers caught us in a stairwell after curfew."

Fernandez rubbed his chin. "Hmm, that's not good. Tell me why you two girls were out of your rooms after curfew?"

Isabel answered this time, her voice quivering. "A boy asked me to the dance next week, but I was nervous about it because I have never kissed a boy before. Eva said she would teach me how to kiss a boy," Isabel said, playing the role of the nervous school girl perfectly. 

Fernandez was frowning at the girls as he played his role of the disappointed Headmaster, but on the inside he was quite happy. The agency he had used had obviously sent girls who were not just beautiful but also quite talented at playing a part in roleplay games. Continuing the role-play, Fernandez said, "I see. Perhaps you should show me what you were doing in the stairwell, so I can determine an appropriate punishment."

Eva and Isabel turned towards each other, and wrapping their arms around each other's torsos, started to kiss. At first they kissed conservatively, their lips just touching for brief moments, but soon the passion started to grow and their mouths opened. Fernandez watched as the girls' tongues entangled with each other. Fernandez slipped his hand into the pocket of his robe and started to rub his rapidly hardening cock through the fabric of his pockets.

Isabel's hand ran down Eva's back, over the tartan skirt and then up and under it, pushing the fabric up and giving Fernandez an excellent view of Eva's white lace underwear clad ass cheeks. Eva's cheeks were firm and large, perfectly round. Fernandez felt his cock twitch at the sight.

Eva's hand moved around to the front of Isabel's shirt, and undid a couple more buttons. Eva pushed her hand inside Isabel's shirt, revealing one of Isabel's small but pert breasts, the bra-less breast and red nipple soon being gently massaged by Eva's thin fingers and slender hand. Isabel's nipple hardened and lengthened, causing a sympathetic reaction between Fernandez's legs.

"Well, ladies, I think it is clear what your offense is, and what the punishment should be. Five smacks on your bare bottoms for both of you." Fernandez said, taking his hand out of his pocket and smacking together his hands to emphasise the point. "Follow me into the other room, and I shall administer the punishment."

Fernandez walked into the bedroom of the suite hotel, and Eva and Isabel followed. Isabel, as last into the room, closed the door of the bedroom behind her.

* * * 

Out in the hotel corridor, Carlos looked at a small TV screen he held in his hand. The screen was attached to a small cable which he had run under the door of Fernandez's hotel room. At the end of the cable was a small camera with a fish-eye lens, giving Carlos a wide-angle view of the main sitting room. He watched as Isabel closed the bedroom door behind her, and waited for one minute before pulling the camera out from under the door and standing up.

Carlos looked at Ria, who had been standing with her back to the wall, keeping an eye out for any other guests wandering down the hallway. Luckily, no one else had come along. Carlos nodded at Ria, and the two slipped black balaclavas over their heads, matching the black trousers and black tops both were wearing. Carlos slipped the camera into a small leather satchel he was carrying, and then pulled out his electronic key pick. 

The electronic key pick was a square device about the size of a mobile phone that had a credit-card like protrusion sticking out from it. Carlos slipped the card into the hotel room door's card reader, and pressed a small, green button on the device. The device quickly sent a series of electric signals through a series of wires on the card, changing the magnetic signature of the card until the right magnetic signature was found and the door lock was triggered to open. Carlos pulled out the electronic key pick and quietly opened the hotel room door.

* * * 

Fernandez sat on the bed, and Isabel leaned over his lap. Fernandez reached down and hiked up her skirt, revealing her ass barely covered by a black thong bikini bottom. He grabbed the fabric of her panties and yanked them down, bearing her small, taut ass. Pressing one hand down on Isabel's back and raising the other hand above his head, Fernandez felt Isabel tense. He brought his hand down on her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Isabel gasped.

Fernandez gently rubbed the girl's ass for a moment. "Good girl. Only four more to go, and then your punishment will be done," he said. Isabel nodded silently, and Fernandez raised his hand again and smacked her ass. She gasped again, and Fernandez felt his cock stiffen as he rubbed her reddening butt cheeks.

Three more times Fernandez smacked the girl's bum, and three more times Fernandez felt his cock spasm at the sound of the girl's gasp and the sight of her red ass. 

Satisfied that Isabel had taken her punishment well, Fernandez released her and called Eva over to his lap. She silently leaned over his lap, her flat, taut stomach pressing against his hard cock. Fernandez repeated the punishment on Eva, hiking up her skirt, yanking off her panties and smacking and rubbing her fleshy ass until it was bright red.

The girls stood at the foot of the bed as Fernandez stood up. "You know, girls, that while some boys like kissing, most boys would prefer something other than a kiss. If you want, I could teach you how to really please boys," he said. The girls nodded eagerly. 

Fernandez smiled and undid his robe, letting it fall to the floor. The girls got down on their knees and slowly shuffled towards the naked man and his large erection sticking out in front of him.

* * * 

Ria slipped the pin-hole camera unit under the door of the bedroom while Carlos walked over to a vanity unit against one of the walls of the hotel suite's sitting room. Opening the unit, Carlos found a small safe with a combination lock. Carlos looked over at Ria and gave the OK sign. Ria, checking on the TV, saw that Fernandez was still embroiled in his sex play with the girls, and gave Carlos the OK sign back.

Carlos went to work. He took a pen out of his satchel and reached behind the safe, pushing the tip of the pen into a small hole on the back. Carlos pressed and held the tip of the pen in the hole, which held down a recessed button. The safe started to beep, one beep coming every quarter of a second, until eight beeps had played.

The small LED screen of the safe now displayed a series of words, Carlos reading to ensure them off. "COMBO RESET ENTER SEC CODE," the safe's screen read.

Carlos removed a credit-card sized gadget from his satchel. The card had a small LCD screen on the unit which displayed a twelve digit number, beneath the number was a bar, which shorten by one-twelfth each second. Carlos looked and saw the bar displayed only another two seconds, so he waited until the bar disappeared. A new number appeared on the display of the card, and the bar refreshed to its full length.

Carlos enter the number on the safe's number keypad. The safe's locking mechanism started to whir as the bars holding it locked retracted, and the safe's LED displayed the word "OPEN."

Carlos looked over at Ria and tilted his head inquisitively. Ria looked at the TV screen and nodded. Fernandez was still busy, having his cock sucked and balls licked by the two prostitutes dressed up as school girls.

* * *

Eva sucked on Fernandez's hairy wrinkled ball sack while Isabel bobbed her head up and down on his hard shaft. Fernandez moaned with pleasure at the feeling of the two schoolgirls' mouths on his groin. "Oh, yes, girls. You will please your boyfriends if you do this to them. You'll be very popular girls if you do this for your boys."

Eva released one of Fernandez's balls from her mouth, and ran her tongue along the underside of his scrotum and across his taint. Fernandez opened his legs wider, allowing Eva to continue to run her tongue up into his crack and find his puckered asshole. Fernandez's legs buckled and he nearly collapsed onto the girls as Eva dug her tongue deep into his asshole while Isabel deep-throated his shaft.

Fernandez tried to maintain his balance, but the feeling of both having a mouth on his cock and a tongue in his ass was causing his legs to feel very rubbery. He reached out and steadied himself against the wall as Eva's tongue dove deeper into his tight asshole. Soon his hole was dripping with saliva from Eva's mouth, and his cock was jerking up and down, straining to push as far back into Isabel's mouth as possible. Fernandez's knees lost even more strength, and he worried about collapsing onto the girls. Pulling away from the two school girl costumed whores, Fernandez fell back onto the bed. 

"Oh yes, girls. Perfect. Isabel, you continue to suck my dick and Eva, why don't you sit on my face and let me taste you. While I am eating your lovely pink pussy, Eva, why don't you try eating Isabel's pussy. If you can eat a good pussy, you'll be popular not just with the school boys, but the other school girls as well."

Isabel climbed onto the bed and took Fernandez's cock back into her mouth. She turned her body sideways so Eva could reach her neatly trimmed pussy. Eva straddled Fernandez's face, pushing her pussy down onto his waiting tongue, and then dove face-first into Isabel's wet cunt.

Isabel almost couldn't concentrate on sucking Fernandez's dick, distracted by the immense pleasure of Eva's tongue on her hard clit. Isabel started to flow even more, wetting Eva's chin as she licked up and down on Isabel's groin. Fernandez buried his tongue deep into Eva's slit, bypassing her clit and instead lapping up the juice leaking from her cunt.

Isabel slipped her hands between Fernandez's legs and slid it under his ass. She ran her fingers over Fernandez asshole, and feeling it already slick from Eva licking it earlier, pushed two fingers into his ass.

"OH YES," Fernandez screamed.

* * * 

"Oh yes," Carlos said quietly to himself, as he flipped through the papers in the safe. The diagrams on sheets were obviously the papers from Omar, showing architectural renderings and technical designs of specific parts of the canal. Carlos took out a small digital camera, and started to snap photos of each sheet, ensuring that the camera was focused so the DAC's computer could later digitize the image and do character recognition on all the words and numbers.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 13



Carlos stopped taking pictures and looked closely at one of the sheets. It was a technical diagram for one of the locks, but also had notations that had been added. Six different areas on the canal lock were indicated as "points of failure," which each point having a number followed by the abbreviation "pa." Carlos took out his iPhone and looked up the abbreviation "pa."

Press association... Pennsylvania... Panama... Paraguay... Pascal. Carlos clicked on Pascal. Pascal was a measure of force per unit area, the amount of pressure an item can take over a specific area. It was the metric equivalent of pounds per square inch.

Carlos looked back at the diagram. Omar had listed on the diagram how much force it would take to break the canal walls at the weakest points. Omar was detailing to Fernandez how to destroy a canal. Carlos shivered.

* * * 

Fernandez let out a moan and pressed his hips up against Isabel's face, pressing his dick as far into her mouth as he could. Isabel opened her mouth wide, breathing through her nose as Fernandez's balls pressed against her face. Isabel was afraid that Fernandez was about to shot his load, so she forced her head up off his dick, pushing back with all her might against his hand.

"Are you being a naughty school girl, not taking your Headmaster's stick like you should?" Fernandez asked Isabel after pushing Eva's crotch off his face.

Isabel looked sheepishly at Fernandez. "No, Headmaster. I just now that I feel all tingly between my legs, and what I really want is to take my Headmaster's stick there."

Fernandez smiled. "Okay, girls, get on the bed on your hands and knees, and get your bums up in the air."

Isabel and Eva climbed onto their hands and knees, bums up and sticking out over the edge of the bed. Fernandez walked up behind them, and placed one hand on each girl's pussy, rubbing it gently. The girls purred softly as Fernandez played with their slick cunts. "Yes, your Headmaster will reward you now if some real pleasure to make up for your punishment earlier."

Fernandez slipped his dick into Isabel's pussy. Isabel moaned as the shaft drove deep into her. Fernandez pushed himself into her until his balls were rubbing up against Isabel. Fernandez wiggled his hips, wriggling his cock inside Isabel's pussy. Fernandez slapped Isabel on the butt, and pulled his cock out of her.

Fernandez then stood behind Eva, and pushed himself into her pussy. He slid in balls deep, Eva moaning as his hard cock pushed into her wet slit. Fernandez reached forward and grabbed Eva's big tits, tweaking her nipples as he slid himself in and out slowly of her cunt a few times. Then he pulled out of Eva and moved back behind Isabel.

Fernandez continued to alternate between the girls, entering them, giving a few pumps and then pulling out before lining up the other girl. Each entry was just enough to keep the girls aroused, but not enough to fully satisfy. Soon the girls were practically panting for Fernandez to concentrate his action on them and satisfy their aching pussies. 

"Your Headmaster is only one man," Fernandez said with a chuckle. "...and he likes to be fair to his students. How can your Headmaster decide which girl to satisfy first, knowing at the other girl must suffer in agony waiting for her Headmaster?"

Eva suggested that Fernandez fuck Isabel long and hard, and Isabel could keep Eva's pussy wet and ready with her tongue. Fernandez agreed, and so Eva crawled across the bed until she could stick her ass up into Isabel's face. Isabel buried her face into Eva's snatch as Fernandez entered Isabel's pussy, and started to pump in and out with abandon. Eva felt Isabel's tongue lap at her clit, and felt as Isabel's lips vibrated against Eva's crotch with moans of pleasure.

Fernandez grabbed Isabel's hips and lifted them into the air, thrusting his cock upwards into her dripping snatch. Isabel's legs started to quake, and Fernandez felt as Isabel's pussy lips grasped onto his dick like the catfish's mouth, sucking it deeper into her pink hole.

Isabel turned her head and let out a bellow as she came. Eva pressed herself back against Isabel, rubbing her hard clit, wet cunt and soft ass against Isabel's cheek. Fernandez pressed himself as deeply as he could into Isabel's cunt as the woman's hips bucked up and down with the force of her orgasm. Finally the girl went limp, her ecstasy expended. Fernandez pulled out of Isabel, and she lay limply on the bed.

Fernandez reached out and grabbed Eva by the hips, pulling her towards him. Eva raised her ass in the air and gladly received Fernandez's hard cock. Fernandez pushed his shaft deep into Eva's cunt. Eva wasted no time waiting for Fernandez to start pumping, instead moving her hips back and forth and up and down to set the pace herself. The speed and depth of Eva's thrusting was frantic, the girl was close to orgasm. Fernandez was not far off either.

Fernandez felt Eva's ample butt cheeks bouncing against his thighs. He reached around Eva's body and placed his hand between her legs on Eva's clit. As Eva bounced up and down on Fernandez's cock, his fingers stroked her hard button. She gurgled with pleasure at the feeling of the hard shaft buried in her wet hole and Fernandez's soft fingers strumming her clitoris. With his other hand, Fernandez reached out and pulled Isabel up off the bed, guiding her mouth to his. As Eva furiously pumped herself on Fernandez's rock hard pillar, Fernandez and Isabel's tongues explored the other's mouth.

Eva let out a loud, prolonged moan and pressed herself so hard against Fernandez that it nearly knocked him down. Fernandez now took up the pace setting, and started pumping himself in and out of Eva's pussy. Eva's body jerked as wave after wave of orgasm gripped her. Fernandez released his mouth from Isabel's and let out of long, deep sound like the howl of a baritone bear as the tip of his cock exploded in a gooey mass of semen, filling Eva's snatch with his thick, white cum.

Finally all spent, the three collapsed on the bed, all loudly gasping for breath. None of them heard the sound of the outer hotel door closing above the sound of their own breathing.

* * * 

Carlos and Ria exited the hotel room and pulled off their balaclavas. Sticking them into their trouser pockets, they walked calmly down the hall and waited for the elevator silently. Neither said a word to each other until they had exited the elevator, walked through the parking garage and entered the car. As Carlos started up the Audi, Ria turned to him and asked, "Success?"

"Yes. Got pictures of all the documents, and I do think we were successful in not having Fernandez realize that we were there."

"What about when he tries to open the safe. Won't he figure out that the combination has been reset?" Ria asked.

"I've taken care of that. In about 10 minutes the computer system that controls the hotel safes is going to crash, and all the safe combinations will be reset. The hotel will then have to come around and open all the safes manually. Fernandez will think that the safe combination was reset because of the computer crash, not because of us being there."

Ria smiled. "Not bad, Mr. Sanz. You would make quite the criminal mastermind."

Carlos laughed. "The only difference between a criminal and a spy is that one is sanctioned by a government."

Ria chuckled at Carlos' observation, and then turned her mind to more serious matters. "So, were the documents the one that Omar had given Fernandez?"

"Yes, lots of technical diagrams of the canal. The documents are quite amazing. It appears that Omar has given Fernandez information on the weak points in the canal's construction. It is, in effect, information on how to destroy the canal," Carlos said as he pulled out of the parking spot and headed towards the exit.

"Why would Fernandez or the Aguila Roja want to do that?" Ria asked.

Carlos shook his head. "I have no idea. It makes little sense. Aguila Roja doesn't partake in terrorism for terrorism's sake. And for someone whose business in arms and drugs trade depends on shipping, it would seem strange to destroy the only shipping channel between the west and east coast of the Americas for 8000 miles."

Ria looked skyward, brow crinkled. "Maybe it is just a threat. Hold the canal hostage, or something like that?"

Carlos shrugged. "Could be, I don't know. Anyway, we'll pass it to the DAC and the CIA and see if some of the brains there can figure out something. All I know is that if you add up the gunboats we saw in Lima with the canal diagrams we have here in Panama; it appears that the canal is the key to whatever the Aguila Roja's plan is. The canal is vital to much of the commerce in the Americas, and around the world. Whether the Aguila Roja wants to control the canal or threatens to destroy it, either way it makes him very powerful and very dangerous indeed."

* * 

Chambers was bored, sitting in his stateroom on the freighter as it plowed through the Pacific Ocean, chugging slowly up the coast of South America. He had been on the boat for 5 days now, waiting. The weapons from the warehouse in Santiago were definitely on the boat. Chambers had followed the trucks after they quickly left the warehouse for the port five days earlier. The trucks had quickly left the warehouse because Ria and Carlos Sanz, who it turned out was both a spy and a race card driver, had broken in, got caught and then escaped. 

Chambers knew all this because he had been watching through a high-powered camera lens from a rooftop two blocks away. He had been following the weapons shipment since they had left the warehouse in Las Vegas weeks ago. He'd followed them to the planes in Las Vegas, and picked them up again once they landed in Chile. He'd sat and watched for days as the weapons sat in the warehouse, and was on the move again as the weapons were loaded onto this boat from those trucks that had left the warehouse.

It had been hard, following those trucks and not going to the aid of Ria. Chambers wasn't sure why, though. He had only known Ria a short time, and yet he couldn't get her out of his head. Seeing her in danger was almost more than he could take. He so much wanted to abandon his mission and follow her to help her, even though this was his first chance to get back in the field after a year of being a desk jockey. If anyone had said to Chambers, even as recently as three weeks ago that a woman would almost seem more important to him then his work, he would have laughed. Had they said that woman would be a transsexual, Chambers probably would have split a gut. Yet, that had been his feeling at the time. "Go back, help her!" his gut had screamed.

Luckily, it all worked out for the best. Ria had ended up safe, and Chambers was still on his Mission.

Something else had been nagging him, though. That was this Colombian spy, Carlos Sanz. A spy with a cover as a race car driver! It bothered Chambers that this playboy was hanging out with Ria while he was so far removed from her. Chambers was jealous, though he had no reason to be. After all, Ria wasn't his. They weren't together. And yet, it did bother him. It bothered him that Sanz was with Ria. It bothered him that Carlos might be a better catch for Ria - race car driver, probably rich, good looking. Chambers was really starting to hate Carlos, even though they had never met.

Chambers sat back and looked at his computer. He had brought up a picture on the screen. It was a picture he had taken from that rooftop in Santiago though his high powered lens. It was Ria, sneaking into the Aguila Roja's warehouse. He zoomed in so there was nothing in frame but Ria, and sighed.

Just then a small alarmed buzzed from his mobile phone. Chambers looked over at the phone, which was also a radio receiver fitted to receive signals from a bug he had placed on the Aguila Roja's shipping containers. Someone had opened the containers. 

Chambers got up. The freighter had almost come to a complete stop. Chambers sneaked out of his room, down the hall and out onto the deck. He peered over the edge, and shall a number of smaller boats had pulled up along side the freighter. The crew of the freighter were unloading the shipping containers and lowering boxes down to the smaller boats.

Chambers raced back to his room and threw open his duffle bag. He quickly slipped out of his clothes and put on a full-body dry-suit. He threw a few key items like his camera, computer and 9mm pistol into a smaller, waterproof bag, which he zipped up and slung over his shoulders. He raced back out onto the deck of the freighter. The loading was still occurring. Chambers calculated that it would probably take another 30 minutes to get all the weapons onto the smaller boats, enough time for him to cast-away on one of those boats.

Chambers looked around, and seeing no-one in sight, climbed over the railing and launched himself into the black, inky water of the Pacific Ocean. With all the noise from the weapons being loaded onto the smaller boats, no one heard the splash as he hit the water.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 14



The propeller engines of the small plane sputtered to life in a choke of black smoke and fuel fumes. April watched as the propellers whirred faster and faster with widening eyes and an increasingly white face.

Dr. Patterson walked over from the coffee shop holding a cardboard tray with three cups of coffee. "Ready girls," he said briefly to April and May before walking out of the small terminal building and onto the tarmac.

April swallowed loudly. May looked over at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It is an awfully small plane," April said with a shake in her voice.

May rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding me? After all we've been through the past month, you are suddenly worried about a plane? It's a perfectly good plane. A Fairchild Merlin. Very reliable. You know, I have pilot license. I'd love to get behind the yoke of that plane," May said, rubbing her hands together as she walked out onto the tarmac and towards the plane.

April swallowed again, more ashen than ever, and reluctantly followed May out to the plane.

The pilot had filed his flight plan from Caracas to San Cristobal, a jungle town just on Venezuela's border with Colombia. After following Patterson to the industrial site near Caracas' airport to witness his meeting with the revolutionary called the General, April and May had rushed back to the hotel to meet him. Upon coming back to the hotel, Patterson had announced that the next day they would be flying out to San Cristobal, but gave no details on why the trip was being taken, or what to expect when they got there.

As the plane climbed steeply into the blue sky, April sat with her eyes closed while May pressed Patterson for some details of the trip, disguising her questioning with a girlish charm. Patterson smiled coyly and provided few details, eventually changing the subject to something both girls were interested in.

"How is the hormone trial going?" he asked. Both April and May had started on an experimental hormone trial run by Dr. Patterson's company PatGen to help them transition from their born gender of male to their new gender of female. 

"Very well," answered May. Both she and April had just started, but already both trans-girls had been noticing changes to their bodies - breast's getting larger, hair growth slowing, skin softening and slight changes to their body shapes to give them more curves. May gave Patterson a quick rundown of the success so far, with April chiming in a few times to add more detail.

"Good to hear," Patterson said. "The treatment you are undergoing is as strong as the FDA will allow us to go, mostly because of the potential for adverse side-effects in certain segments of the population. If you girls are willing to push a little though, I could speed up the transition process for you. Seeing as both the girls are young, fit and in good shape, I could give them a more aggressive treatment. I wouldn't do this normally, but your good health and the fact that you'll be under my care makes it possible. What do you think?"

April and May looked at each other. While both had just started the transition from man to woman to go undercover and get close to Patterson, both had grown to enjoy being women in very different ways. April loved feeling pretty and feminine, being loved and adored as a beautiful and elegant creature. May, on the other hand, loved the feeling of getting fucked by studs. She loved knowing that men wanted to do nothing but shove their hard cocks in her cute little ass, and letting them do it. It was a feeling she had become addicted to.

Both girls hesitated though. While both were interested in exploring their feminine sides further, both were aware that Patterson was a very dangerous individual, wrapped up in a criminal organisation with an increasingly worrying reach. Also, as agents of the CIA, both girls were aware that they should keep themselves at the height of their abilities, which meant no drugs. Finally, they didn't know if Patterson had any suspicions of them. What if the promise of an aggressive femininization process was just a ruse to drug them or poison them?

As the girls' hesitation showed on their faces, the worry started to show on Patterson's face. "What's the matter? Isn't this what you want? A chance to become women quicker? Why are you hesitating? Do you not trust me? Do you think I won't look out for you?" Patterson's face grew redder and his voice louder with each word.

May leaned forward, hands raised. "No, no, it's not that at all. We trust you, Dr. Patterson. You've done so much for us. We just don't know what the effects of the treatment will be."

Patterson crossed his arms over his chest. "If you trusted me, you wouldn't need to ask. I'm a medical doctor and acclaimed genetic researcher. My word is my bond. The treatment is safe, will accomplish what you want and I will monitor you during the treatment. That is all you should need to know. Now, do you girls want the treatment, or should be part ways once the plane lands in San Cristobal?"

April swallowed, the nerves of being on the small prop plane replaced by a sudden fear of Patterson. May sat stunned for a moment, looking at the hard face of Patterson. For thirty seconds, the three passengers sat staring at each other in stone-faced silence. Finally, May rolled up her sleeve. "I'm ready for the treatment," she said.

Patterson smiled and then looked over at April. April nodded and raised her arm. "As am I."

Patterson stood up and grabbed a bag from behind the seats at the back of the plane. On returning to his seat, he opened the bag and pulled out a medical kit. He filled up two needles with a clear, yellow liquid.

He injected one of the needles into April's arm, and then the other into May's. "Sit back," Patterson said. "The drugs are likely to make you a little woozy."

It was the last words April and May heard before the world around them collapsed into darkness.

* *

The LAN Chile flight from Panama touched down at Santiago's international airport exactly on time. First off the plane thanks to the business class tickets Carlos had bought, Ria and Carlos quickly cleared customs and immigration, though they were sidetracked a few times by fans of Carlos' wanting to grab autographs or pictures of the famous racing driver.

On the way back to the hotel, Carlos and Ria discussed their next steps. With the Chilean Grand Prix only six days away, neither could afford to be away from Santiago and their covers for any longer. Fernandez was still in Panama, but keeping an eye on him had been left to local Colombian DAC agents while Carlos took up in place in his race car and Ria returned to being a Cabo Blanco Ambassador.

Arriving at the hotel, they were confronted in the lobby by a very angry Isabella. Isabella strode up to Ria and immediately started speaking in a harsh tone. "Where have you been? You have missed four events in the last five days! This is not the kind of sloppy work that I, Andre Fernandez, the Tabernas brothers nor Cabo Blanco put up with," she said, forgetting in her anger that the Tabernas brothers were no longer that with the death of Luis, an event that Ria had seen in gruesome detail.

Carlos stepped forward and unleashed a winsome smile at Isabella. "I'm sorry, Isabella, it is really my fault. I had a number of appearances to attend to up in Colombia for the local fans, and I thought it would be best if I had a Cabo Blanco Ambassador along with me. I was sure that I had discussed it with Andre before taking Ria with me. Perhaps I didn't though. Sometimes with all the appearances, I get confused."

Isabella's tone softened as she replied to Carlos. "Oh, I am sorry. If Mr. Fernandez knew, I wasn't made aware of the situation. It looks like this must just be a case of miscommunication." Isabella then turned back to Ria. "However, in the future don't go off with any of the drivers without my express consent. I assume you are now back in Santiago for the rest of the week?"

Ria nodded. "Yes, of course Isabella. Sorry for the confusion, Isabella."

Isabella nodded. "I'll let it pass this time. Here is the schedule for the rest of the week. Ensure you are at all the events." Isabella handed Ria the schedule, and then turned and walked away.

"Thanks," Ria said to Carlos as the two walked towards the bar. Sitting down, they ordered up a couple Pisco Sours and relaxed for the first time in four days of hopping around South America after Fernandez. They drank in silence, also aware that the next seven days leading up to the Chilean Grand Prix on Sunday would be hectic. For Carlos, testing the car, practice, qualifying, racing and appearances. For Ria, she would have to take up her cover as a Cabo Blanco Ambassador, wearing short shorts and crop-tops and playing nice with VIPs.

Halfway through their drinks, beautiful, blonde Emma bounced up to the table. "Oh my God! Where have you guys been? I haven't seen either of you in... like... a week. Have you been off fucking somewhere?"

Carlos spit out the sip of his pisco sour that he just just taken, while Ria just laughed. Emma, smiling at shocking at least half her audience, took a seat at the table.

"So, where have you been?" Emma asked.

"We were doing some appearances up in Colombia, Carlos' home country," Ria said. "I'm sorry I missed the appearances down here. Hopefully my absence didn't cause too much trouble."

Emma shook her head. "No, no trouble at all. I just missed having you around personally. Marisa has been spending more and more time paired off with Isabella and Gabriela... well... she has just been acting weird. It's nice to have you two back again so I have someone to hang out with."

Ria leaned forward. "What do you mean that Gabriela has been acting strange?" she asked.

"She was always taking off and not telling anyone where she was going. There has been a lot of that going around," Emma said, pausing to look accusingly at Ria and Carlos before continuing. "A few times I was getting in late from being out at one of the local clubs, and I would see Gabriela just leaving. She doesn't strike me as the type that usually starts their night out on the town at three in the morning."

Ria nodded in agreement. "No, she doesn't." Ria looked over at Carlos, who simply raised an eyebrow.

* *

After finishing their drinks, Emma and Ria left Carlos and went off to make an appearance as a Cabo Blanco Ambassador. The event involved a local soccer team and Simon Correa, one of the drivers for the Cabo Blanco Racing Team who happened to be a Chilean. Emma and Ria, along with fellow ambassadors Gabriela and Marisa basically just had to stand around looking pretty as local press asked Simon questions and took photos of him playing a little soccer with the local team while Isabella art directed.

After the photos there were two cars to take the girls and Simon back to the hotel. Marisa, Emma and Isabella got into the first car. Simon opened the door of the second car for Gabriela and Ria. Ria gestured for Gabriela to enter first, as she was closer to the car.

"Actually, I have some stuff I need to take care of. I think I'll do that, and catch the metro back to the hotel," Gabriela said, before turning and walking off without waiting for a reply.

Simon looked at Ria with a confused look. "How strange," he said. "Well, shall we go?" he asked, motioning to the door.

Ria looked at Simon, and then looked at Gabriela walk out of the soccer stadium. "Umm, actually, I want to do some shopping while we are in this part of town. I'll catch up with you later," Ria said. She kissed Simon on the cheek and quickly walked away.

Peaking around the corner of the stadium exit, Ria saw that Gabreila was already half a block away. Ria bolted across the street and into the doorway nooks of the buildings along the street. Ducking in and out of the doorways and alley entrances, Ria followed Gabriela as she strode purposefully through the streets of Santiago.

After 15 minutes of following her, Gabriela entered a mall. Ria followed, closing the gap between herself and Gabriela, now able to mix into the crowd for cover. Ria followed Gabriela as she walked up the escalators to the second floor of the shopping mall and into the food court area. Gabriela, looking behind her frequently now, walked over to a table at which a man was already sitting. Ria blended into the crowd, still able to track Gabriela's progress through the food court, but hopefully invisible from the woman. 

Gabriela took a seat with the man. Ria, half-hidden behind a column 25 feet away, watched as the two briefly talked. The man was short and balding, thick around the middle with a generally sweaty demeanour. Both looked anxiously around themselves as they spoke. Finally Gabriela reached into her bag and pulled out a small item and slid it across the table. Ria strained to see it before the sweaty man grabbed it, and was just able to make out that it was some sort of USB drive, a small device used to transfer electronic files.

The sweaty man slipped the USB drive into his pocket, and then pulled out an envelope from a small shoulder bag on the seat beside him. He slipped the envelope to Gabriela. Gabriela took the envelope and opened it and rifled through the contents.

The man's eyes widen and he said something to Gabriela that, while Ria couldn't hear the exact words, Ria was sure was admonishing her for opening the envelope in public. For while being far away, Ria could tell that the colourful pieces of paper that Gabriela was flipping through were Chilean bills. A lot of them, judging by the thickness of the envelope.

Gabriela shot the sweaty man a withering look, obviously unconcerned with the man's concerns about privacy and discretion when it came to the counting of money. Instead, Gabriela flipped through all the bills until she seemed pleased with the result. Standing up, she put the envelope in her handbag, and nodding the man a cold goodbye, walked away. The sweaty man sat at the table for a moment, mumbling to himself with a despairing look on his face, before rising and slowly shuffling out of the food court.

* * 

Ria milled around the shopping mall for about half an hour before catching the metro back to the hotel. Returning to the hotel, she spotted Carlos and Emma in the hotel bar, a near empty bottle of white wine in an ice-bucket before them. Ria approached the table, though neither Carlos nor Emma saw her approach. Emma's eyes were half closed, and Carlos was leaned close to her, whispering something in her ear. 

"Am I interrupting?" Ria asked, with a note of coldness in her voice that Carlos couldn't help but pick up. 

Carlos turned and smiled at Ria, trying to look as charming as possible to allay whatever anger she was projecting in her voice. "Not at all. Emma and I were just having a drink. Please join us," he said.

Ria stiffly took a seat while Carlos signalled the waiter to bring another glass and while he was at it, a new bottle of wine as well.

Emma, bubbly and either ignoring or unaware of any hint of anger in Ria's voice, smiled at Ria and asked, "So, where have you been. Simon tells me that both you and Gabriela just took off on him. It is all very mysterious. Don't tell me that you and Gabriela are fucking each other like Marisa and Isabella are!"

Ria looked at Carlos with cold eyes and said, "No, Gabriela and I aren't sleeping together. I wouldn't just go and sleep with anyone." 

Carlos looked shocked and mouthed the word, "me?" Ria simply held her cold look.

"Well, that's good. Not that I have any problems with you fucking anyone, but that Gabriela is just weird. If you ever want a girl to fuck, you always know I'm available," Emma said, placing a hand on Ria's hand. 

Ria laughed, the expression on her face melting as she looked at Emma. Emma was impossible to be mad at. Emma was like a loveable pet, innocent and unconditionally loving. "Thank you, Emma. I'll keep that in mind," Ria said.

Emma smiled. "Okay, cool. I have to go pee," she said, bounding up and towards the toilets, leaving Carlos and Ria alone at the hotel. Carlos looked at Ria's smiling face, but the smile lasted but a nano-second before it was replaced by the same stern look as before.

"So, Ria," Carlos said, gently as possible, "I take it that you were keeping an eye on Gabriela."

Ria nodded. "Yes, while you were back here having fun and games with the girls, I was off working."

Carlos laughed nervously. "Okay, what did you find out?"

Ria recounted the story of following Gabriela, the sweaty man and the exchange of a USB drive for money.

"Interesting," Carlos said. "She hasn't appeared at all on the DAC's radar as a potential contact to Aguila Roja. Does the CIA have anything on her?"

Ria shook her head. "No, nothing. It's possible that whatever she is doing has nothing to do with the Aguila Roja."

"It seems too unlikely a coincidence. I think we should keep an eye on her either way. Do you think you have the time? Fernandez is supposed to return tomorrow, and as usual I would like to keep a close eye on him," Carlos said.

Ria nodded. "Okay, fine, though I don't like you ordering me around," Ria said darkly.

"In Mary's name, what is wrong with you?" Carlos asked, exasperated. "You have been in a foul mood since getting back this evening." Carlos leaned close to Ria. "Come on, Butterfly, tell me what is bothering you."

Ria flared her nostrils as she inhaled a the air surrounding Carlos and sampled his scent. "Is that Emma's perfume I smell on your neck?" she asked.

Carlos leaned back and raised one side of his mouth in a vaguely smug smile. "Is that what is bothering you, that Emma has been hanging around my neck? Nothing is happening between us?"

"You fucked her," Ria said bluntly.

"So did you," Carlos retorted. "...but for both us it, is was before we got together. Besides, why would you care who I sleep with? Are you jealous? You did seem a little jealous whenever my fans came up to get my autograph..."

Ria snorted. "Jealous? Of the skanks that you call your fans? Please. You are welcome to them." Ria looked away.

Carlos leaned forward, raising his hand to her chin and gently guiding her gaze back to his. "Come on, Butterfly. Don't be like that. You don't think I look at you like just another sexual conquest, do you? You are the most formidable person I have ever met, and spending time with you... both in the bedroom and outside of it, makes me very happy. You are special, Ria. You are my beautiful butterfly."

Ria couldn't help herself. She smiled. Carlos was nothing if not a charmer, but even beyond that, there was something in his tone that suggested to Ria a sincerity in his words. Ria felt her entire body flush as she looked into Carlos' eyes.

Carlos, seeing Ria's reaction, smiled. "If you want me to, I'll stop flirting with Emma," he offered.

Ria looked out into the lobby, which Emma was walking across as she returned from the toilet. Ria remembered being back in the hotel in Peru, when she described to Carlos the fantasy she had of a three-way between Carlos, Emma and herself. Ria remembered how intense the sex was. She felt her cock start to rise in her panties.

"Oh, I don't know," Ria said. "Maybe it'd be alright if you flirted with Emma if it was leading to something that didn't exclude me."

Carlos raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting what I think you are?" he asked, nodding his head in Emma's direction. Ria nodded a silent agreement.

Emma sat down. "So, what's up?" she said.

Carlos looked at Emma. "Ria and I were just thinking of retiring to my hotel room," he said.

Emma frowned. "Oh, I never have anyone to hang out with during the evening. Come on, come out with me you two!" Emma pleaded.

Carlos tilted his head, a pondering look on his face. "We could... we could... Or... Just throwing this out there. You could come and join us upstairs."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 14



Emma looked at Carlos for a moment, and then over at Ria. Emma had a confused looked on her face. Ria nodded, and Emma smiled and shrugged. "What the hell, sounds like fun. It's not the first time I'd have a couple of dicks coming at me... and on me... and in me."

The three stood up, left the restaurant and walked quickly to the elevators.

Once in Carlos' hotel room, the three grabbed at the others' clothes, clawing them off with intense passion. Emma stuck a hand down each of Ria and Carlos' pants, grabbing on to their hard dicks and stroking them. Soon Ria's breasts were free, and Carlos wrapped his mouth around her hard nipples. Emma, still stroking the two hard cocks, shoved her tongue into Ria's mouth.

Ria reached over and stuck a hand down Emma's pants. Emma's panties were sopping wet with her pussy juice, already liberally flowing out of her cunt, which was opening up like a pink flower. Emma moaned, her body quaking and shivering as Ria's fingers found Emma's clit and stroked it quickly. Emma tugged the cocks in her hands more frantically.

Ria shoved her other hand down the back of Carlos' pants and started to finger his asshole. At first it was tightly shut, but as Ria massaged the puckered hole, it started to open, until she could finally slip one of her thin fingers into Carlos. Carlos, still sucking on Ria's tit, let out a muffled moan as the finger slid deep into him.

Soon the stimulation proved too much for the three, and the had to collapse onto the bed lest their legs give out. They quickly removed their remaining articles of clothing, and lay on the bed naked. The body were studies in contrast. Carlos was hard and muscled, almost David-like in his built, though made not with the whitest marble but instead a dark olive Colombian skin. Emma ran her hand over Carlos' rippled stomach, her white, smooth skin soft and feminine, standing out against the deep tan of Carlos' skin. Ria ran her hand down Emma's side, feeling the feminine curves of the mid-west raised, corn-feed blonde beauty. Ria's body, while certainly with more curves than a man's body would have (some of which were due to the capable hands of plastic surgeons in Mexico City), was less curvy than Emma. Ria's body was more athletic in build, like a well-built dancer or gymnast. 

Wordlessly, the three arranged themselves in a daisy-chain to provide and receive oral pleasure from the others. Emma wrapped her lips around Carlos' cock while Ria moved her tongue into position on Emma's clit, and Carlos put his hands on Ria's hips to guide her cock into his mouth. The three sucked and tongued each other with simultaneously enjoying the feeling of having their own genitals cared for by the loving mouth of another.

Ria lapped on Emma's clit, alternating between fast and slow laps of her hard button. As with Ria's previous experiences with Emma, Emma was sopping wet, her pussy producing waves of juice. Ria moved down and stuck a tongue into Emma's open slit, letting her tongue suck up the moist juice streaming from Emma's cunt. Emma pushed her hips against Ria, urging her deeper into her pink, wet hole.

Carlos licked the tip of Ria's cock, letting a gob of pre-cum marinate his tongue before swallowing it down. Opening his lips, Carlos took the tip of Ria's cock in his mouth, moving his mouth up and down over the tip while flicking the very top of Ria's cock with his tongue. Ria's cock jerked unconsciously in response to the massage being provided by Carlos' lips and tongue. Carlos pulled back and started circling Ria's cock with his tongue, slowly working his way further down the shaft, his mouth moving closer and closer until finally he took her dick in his mouth again. He pushed himself down her shaft.

Emma had all of Carlos' dick in her mouth, his entire length pushing itself to the back of her mouth. Emma slurped at the base of Carlos' cock as Carlos moved his hips back and forth and in and out in small measures, gently fucking Emma's mouth. Carlos' cock started to seep pre-cum, which slid down Emma's throat.

Emma released Carlos' cock and declared, "I want to get fucked."

"By which of us?" Carlos asked.

Emma looked at Carlos' cock, and then at Ria's cock. A grin came over her face. "Both of you, at once. One in my ass and one in my pussy."

Ria lay on the bed on her back. Emma positioned herself over Ria's cock, and lowered herself down onto it. The tip pressed against Emma's asshole, straining to press past the tight opening. Emma grunted and pressed herself down harder. Ria's cock popped past the tight sphincter and the shaft slid deep into her.

Emma lay back, resting on Ria's body. Emma turned her head, and Ria kissed her on the lips. Ria slowly started to move her cock in and out of Emma's tight asshole.

Carlos moved between Emma's legs, and pressed his cock into Emma's pussy. Unlike her asshole, Emma's cunt was sopping wet, and Carlos' cock slid into her easily.

Emma and Ria clashed tongues as the two cocks filled up her holes. Ria bumped her hips up and down, pushing her cock up and into Emma's tight asshole, while Carlos slid in and out of Emma's wet pussy. Emma's cunt seeped out liquid, running down into the crack of her asshole. The wet juice soon lubricated Ria's dick, and it started to slip in and out of Emma's asshole with ease.

Emma, eyes closed and tongue playing with Ria's, let out of moan as she felt the two hard cocks press into her. She shook with pleasure as the two hard dicks plunged into the depths of her ass and pussy. Emma reached up and grabbed her nipples, twisting and pulling on them as the two shafts pulsed in and out of her.

"I need a dick in my ass-pussy," Ria announced. Carlos pulled himself out of Emma's pussy, and grabbing Ria's legs, lifted the two girls into the air, giving himself access to Ria's puckered asshole. Carlos pushed himself into Ria. He slid in easily as his cock was covered with Emma's lubricating pussy juice. Carlos started pumping in and out of Ria's ass, as Ria continued fucking Emma's asshole.

"Oh fuck, that's so good," Carlos said. Ria and Emma moaned an agreement as they continued to French kiss. Ria reached down with her hand and started to play with Emma's pussy and clit. 

Carlos pushed himself deep into Ria's ass, slamming his balls against her ass as his shaft pushed its full length into her. The force of Carlos' fucking pressed Ria's cock deep into Emma's ass, pulsing in and out in synchronous time as Carlos' cock pulsed in and out of Ria's ass. Emma bucked her hips up and down, pressing her clit and cunt against Ria's fingers, which were doing an excellent job pleasuring her. Emma continued to play with her nipples. 

The combination of the cock in her ass, the hand on her clit and the fingers twisting her nipples sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Emma started to scream as her body became gripped by orgasm. Her body shook as her pussy released a flood of pussy juice. Her anal sphincter spasmed, gripping Ria's cock and pulling it deeper into her ass.

Ria released next, shooting waves of cum deep into Emma's spasming asshole. Ria closed her eyes and moaned as Emma's ass milked out the last of her cum.

Ria pulled out of Emma's ass and told Carlos to add his load to hers inside Emma's butt. Carlos pulled his dick out of Ria and pressed it into Emma's butthole. He came quickly, releasing a large load of white, hot cum into Emma. Already filled up by Ria, the cum quickly spilled out of her ass, running in white streaks across her ass cheeks.

Carlos pulled out of Emma, who rolled off Ria and lay on her stomach, panting as the last waves of orgasm left her. Ria got on her hands and knees and crawled over to Emma's ass. Ria plunged her tongue into Emma's asshole, sucking up the sweet cum from herself and Carlos. Carlos joined in, and Ria and Carlos ate Emma's asshole under they had drunk down every last drop of the cum that had filled her up.

Exhausted, the three lay on the bed. "That was amazing," Emma said.

Ria nodded. "Truly it was. I can't believe how fucking horny I was."

Carlos reached down and stroked his soft cock. It was already hardening again. "Do you think you two girls will be horny again soon? I know I will be."

Emma and Ria smiled at each other. It was going to be a very fun night.

* * 

Robert Chambers looked at his handheld GPS unit. He was just off the coast of Colombia. The until also showed another signal, exactly in the same spot he was unless he zoomed in to the lowest level of granularity. It had only been three hours since the boats had left the side of the freighter after they had loaded all the crates of the Aguila Roja's weapon shipment, but in that time Chambers had been able to sneak from his hiding place in the engine room and place a GPS transmitter into one of the crates. 

Now, hiding back in the engine room, covered with grease and with dirty rags shoved in his ears to keep from going deaf, Chambers could see that they had almost reached shore. He studied the map on his GPS. They were miles from any major settlements or ports. The boats were chugging into a small inlet, maybe 100 miles from the Panama border. Chambers switched on the GPS units satellite map, showing images taken just last month by one of the CIA's spy satellites. The satellite image showed nothing, just a black sand beach with a small river mouth. Beyond the beach was nothing but hilly jungle terrain.

The ear-drum splitting and gut-shaking thunder of the boat's engine lessened. Chambers felt the roll of the boat lessen. "We must be inside the wave breaking shelter of the inlet now," Chambers said to himself. "The boats are slowing now. I wonder if they are going to anchor here. Surely they can't unload here without a dock."

Slowly and cautiously, Chambers moved out of the Engine room and, keeping low and alert, worked his way into a neighbouring cabin. The room was small and cramped, filled with tools and mechanical parts. It did have a small porthole window though, enough for Chambers to get a view outside the boat. He looked out onto a small, calm inlet, the other boats which had loaded up the weapons from the freighter were also in the inlet. Chambers looked beyond the boats, towards the short which they were chugging towards. Or rather, towards a large pier out into the inlet. The pier jutted out at least 50 feet and was teeming with people. Some of them appeared to be preparing for the boats to arrive, while others, armed with sub-machine guns, were obviously there to protect the dock.

Chambers looked at his GPS unit again. The satellite photos from last month showed no pier. It was impossible that anyone could build a pier in a month. Chambers looked back up at the pier. Chambers noticed that it bobbed up and down slightly on the small waves in the inlet. He looked closer and realised that the pier was a series of floating barges linked together, running right up to the shore. Chambers had seen this kind of thing before, used by army engineers to create bridges where none existed. It was a floating bridge being used a pier, which is why it hadn't shown up on the satellite images. They had probably built it in the last few days, and would dismantle it as quickly. Unless someone was looking at this spot right now, they would never even know it existed. The chances of anyone knowing about it would be remote.

Chambers watched as one of the other boats made it to the pier. Workers on the boat threw lines to the pier, where people were ready to catch them. Once the boat had been tied off, a small crane drove out to the end the boat. The arm of the crane lifted and positioned itself over the hatch to the cargo hold. Workers on the boat frantically worked to secure one of the crates. The crane lifted the crate high into the air. Just then, emerging out of a barely visible break in the jungle was a small flat-bed truck. It turned on the beach, and reversed down the pier to the crane. The truck parked, the crane laid down the crate on the back of the truck. 

As the process was repeated three more times until the little truck was weighed down with four crates, more trucks came out of the jungle and lined up on the beach. Chambers noted that the dock had sunk lower in the water, so much so that the workers on the dock had let up some of the ropes securing the boat to the dock so as to not pull the boat onto too large a heel.

The truck started up and drove down the dock and into the jungle. The next truck reversed down the dock, ready to take its load. Chambers recalled seeing eight crates in the boat he was in. There were another five boats, which would mean 48 crates. Chambers quickly counted the trucks on shore - 14 trucks. More than enough to transport all the weapons. It appeared that all the weapons would be unloaded here. Chambers realised he would somehow have to make his way off the boat and into the jungle if he wanted to stay with the shipment. 

Chambers looked out at the end of the pier and the men with the machine guns. It wasn't going to be easy.

* *

Ria kept her eye on Gabriela, but almost two days past before she did anything suspicious. Wednesday evening on the Cabo Blanco Ambassadors' schedules featured a dinner for the large South American banking conglomerate who was the lead sponsor on the Chilean Grand Prix. Ria was sat at a table with a bunch of Executive Vice Presidents of the bank, all of whom, unaware of the secret that Ria had hanging from between her legs, made numerous passes at Ria. While feigning interest in the greasy, mostly overweight men and their strange obsessions (mostly with wine cellars, cars and sailing boats), Ria wondered how many of them would be interested if they knew the package she had tucked away in her panties.

Dinner ended and all the bankers went home frustrated in their desire to sleep with Ria, or for that matter, any of the Cabo Blanco Ambassadors. As she prepared to leave, Ria noted that Gabriela was intently concentrating on her phone, send and reading text messages. 

As the dinner broke up, Gabriela got up and left the room quickly. Ria waited for half a minute before following Gabriela out of the hotel and into the night.

Gabriela got into a taxi, and Ria jumped in one following, barking the command "follow that cab."

"Seriously?" asked the cab driver.

"Yes, seriously. Follow that cab!" Ria said, watching as Gabriela's cab pulled out into the night traffic of Santiago.

"I didn't think people actually did that. I thought it was just the kind of thing that happened in the movies," the taxi driver said, looking over his shoulder at Ria.

Ria sighed. "If you must know, I believe that woman is having an affair with my husband, and I think she is going to meet him right now. I want to catch them in the act," Ria said, hoping that it would explain the situation.

The taxi driver's face scrunched up with concern. "You aren't going to kill someone, are you? I'd hate to be a party to that."

Ria's mouth hung agape for a moment, shocked into silence. Shaking off the shock, she was able to finally stutter, "no, no. Not kill anyone, just catch them in the act so I can use it in my divorce."

The taxi driver nodded seriously. "Okay, that I can understand. My father... I spit on his grave... cheated on my mother... God rest her beautiful soul... and I now the pain that infidelity can cause. I am committed to following that taxi and helping you catch your cheating slime of a husband and assist in your divorce!" Turning around, the taxi driver started up his car, put it in gear and was about to step on the gas pedal when he stopped and turned around again. "Which cab was it I was supposed to follow?" he asked.

Ria, sighing, pointed out Gabriela's quickly disappearing taxi.

Despite his initial shaky start, the taxi driver was able to follow Gabriela's taxi without raising any suspicions, and he dropped Ria off at the Hotel de la Vista a los Montañas in Los Condes, on the eastern outskirts of Santiago, just as Gabriela disappeared into the lobby.

Ria watched from the hotel parking lot through the glass-fronted lobby of the little three-storey hotel as Gabriela checked in. Key in hand, Gabriela got into the elevator. After the elevator doors had shut, Ria entered the lobby and strolled up to the desk.

"I am here to see the guest in room 308. Can I just go up?" Ria asked the man at the desk, though her eyes were on the illuminated numbers above the elevator. The elevator stopped on the second floor, and Ria figured that was the floor that Gabriela was staying on.

"Sure, whatever," replied the desk clerk to Ria's question about going up. Obviously the hotel was used to strange women visiting guests unannounced. The hotel clerk didn't even bother to watch Ria as she walked over to the elevator.

Ria pressed the button for the third floor, and rode up in silence. The doors opened onto the third floor. Ria exited the elevator and quickly made a beeline for the stairs, quickly bounding down to the door for the second floor. Ria quietly opened the door a crack, and surveyed up and down the hallway. No one was in the hall. Ria entered the hall and sighed. There were at least 30 rooms on the floor, and Ria realized she had no idea which room Gabriela might be in.

Standing in the hall, Ria could hear the sounds of TV sets playing, and the occasionally moans and gasps of inhabitants in the rooms engaging in pursuits more carnal than just watching TV. "Thin walls," thought Ria, smiling as she took out her mobile phone. Pulling up Gabriela's number, Ria pressed the SEND key. 

Ria strode down the hall as the phone on the other end rang, listening more closely to the sounds coming out of the thinly walled rooms than the speaker on her mobile handset. 

"Beep-de-la-beep-de-la-beep-de-laaaa-beep," buzzed a phone from somewhere around the middle of the hallway. Ria walked quicker, trying to find the sound before it ended.

"Beep-de-la-beep-de-la-beep-de-laaaa-beep," Gabriela's phone chimed again. Ria was close. She stopped and waited for the next ring.

"Beep-de-la-beep-de," the phone chimed one last time, stopped mid-ring. Ria looked at the doorway of room 214. From behind the door she heard a muffled "Hello?" The word repeated, hundredths of a second later like a faint echo from her handset.

Room 214.

Ria turned and started to walk quickly back down the hallway. "Hello... Ria? Is that you?" Ria heard Gabriela's voice from the small speaker of her handset. 

Ria reached the stairway and ducked inside, pulling the heavy fire door closed behind her. She put the mobile to her mouth and said, "can you hear me now?"

"Yes, I can hear you," Gabriela said.

"Strange," Ria said. "I was talking, but you couldn't hear me. Anyway, Emma and I were thinking of heading out to that club around the corner -- the Boom-Boom. Are you interested in joining us?"

Silence for a moment as Ria waited for an answer. "No, I'm afraid I can't. I am... studying for a correspondence course I am taking in business. I need to get an assignment done."

"Oh okay," Ria said. "Have a good night, then."

"Yes, you too," Gabriela said stonily before hanging up.

Ria put her phone in her pocket, and cracked open the door to the stairway again. She looked down the hallway and waited, keeping her eye on the door to room 214.

* * *

For the next hour Gabriela neither left her room nor received any visitors. Ria was wondering if she might need to spend the entire night crouched down in a stairwell peering through a doorway open a crack, but was saved from a night of fruitless crouching by Gabriela exiting her room just after 10:30 in the evening.

After Gabriela got into the elevator, Ria entered the hallway and walked to the end of the hall, where a window looked out onto the parking lot. Ria watched as Gabriela walked out of the hotel and got into a taxi cab. The cab pulled away, and after watching it pull away until it was out of sight, Ria walked down the hall to room 214.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 14



Ria looked at the lock on the door. It appeared to be a quiet cheap key lock. Ria dug into her purse and pulled out a thin metal nail file. She shoved the point of the nail file into the lock and twisted the file in one direction while pulling down o nthe door handle. The lock popped, and the door swung open. Ria entered the room and closed the door behind her.

The hotel was nothing particularly special. It had a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and bathtub, and a main room with a double bed, small dresser and black and white TV. Along one side of the room was a small closet. Ria opened the closet. Inside was a computer which had an attachment with a small antenna on it. The computer was on, but the screen was locked.

Ria heard footsteps in the hallway, so she quickly dropped to the floor and rolled under the bed. Ria heard a key play with the lock of the hotel room door, and then the door swing open. Ria peaked out from under the bed to see two sets of legs, one female and one male.

"Come on in," Gabriela said from the doorway to the male guest.

"Thank you, ma'am," said the male voice with a slight Southern drawl. Ria recognised it immediately. It was Piston Clark, the CEO of the Pan American Racing Series, and also a married man. "Do you mind if I pop into the toilet," Piston asked.

"Not at all," Gabriela replied. "It is in there." Ria heard the bathroom door shut. As the door shut, Ria heard Gabriela quickly move across the room and open the closet door. Ria listened as Gabriela clicked some keys on the computer, and Ria was shocked to see a small red LED light appear on a device hanging on the frame of the bed, just inches from her head.

Ria looked closer at the small, pen sized item with the LED light. She hadn't noticed it before in the dark. Looking closer, she realized that it was a small video camera, facing outwards towards the hotel room door. Piston opened the bathroom door, and Ria realized that the camera would be perfectly positioned to catch him walking out of the bathoom

Ria peered out from under the bed to watch as Gabriela walked up and put her arms around Piston and kissed him, all within the perfect frame of the camera. "Oh Piston, I know it has only been a day since I last held you in my arms, but it feels like ages. It is so nice to have you in my arms again."

Ria slid further under the bed, and listened to more kissing before Piston answered Gabriela. "Oh yes, Gabriela. I have felt the longing as well. It feels like forever."

Ria rolled her eyes as she listened to the two continue to kiss as they shuffled across the floor towards the bed. Ria braced herself as the two bodies fell onto the bed above her, compressing the springs in the bed and pressing Ria into the floor. Ria let out the tiniest of squeaks, then held her breath, hoping she wasn't discovered. Gabriela and Piston continued to kiss on top of the bed, so Ria figured she was safe.

On top of the bed, Piston and Gabriela were engaged in a passionate kiss. Gabriela rolled Piston over onto his back, and then straddled him. "Take off your shirt," she commanded. Piston wordlessly obeyed.

A wicked smile came across Gabriela's face. She reached down and grabbed Piston's nipples, twisting them. Piston whimpered, but made no moves to stop her. "Do you like that?" she asked sternly. Piston let out a breathless "yes."

Gabriela stood up and walked over to the small dresser. "Take off your pants," she commanded Piston. As he removed his pants, Gabriela opened a small bag on the dresser and removed a riding crop. "On your hands and knees," Gabriela said. Piston flipped over on the bed and put his bare ass up in the air.

Gabriela walked back over to the bed, and lashed Piston's ass with the riding crop. Piston yelped loudly, but let out the sound of a cat's purr once Gabriela started to massage his ass with her hand where she had just smacked him.

Piston's ass soothed, Gabriela smacked it again with the riding crop. The spot where she hit him was turning a bright red. Gabriela rubbed her hand over the spot, letting the tip of her fingers reach into Piston's ass crack and gently brush over his asshole. Piston moved his ass slightly to extend the contact between Gabriela's fingers and his asshole.

Gabriela smacked Piston's ass cheek a third time with the riding crop, and then again four more times in quick succession. Piston's cheek was now bright red. "Does your bottom hurt?" Gabriela asked.

"Yes," Piston said.

"Would you like me to kiss it better?" Gabriela asked.

"Please, kiss away my pain," Piston said.

Gabriela climbed onto the bed and crawled up towards Piston's butt stuck up in the air. She gently touched her lips against the red skin of his ass, softly kissing over the area she had been hitting. She slowly moved towards the centre of his ass, towards his ass crack. Reaching the crevice of his ass, Gabriela flitted out her tongue, quickly brushing it against his asshole.

"Do you want me to eat your ass?" Gabriela asked.

"There is nothing I want more than to feel you tongue fuck me," Piston said. 

Gabriela grabbed Piston's ass cheeks and spread them apart. She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the crevice of Piston's ass, letting the wetness of her tongue dampen his ass hole. Piston pushed his ass up and back, silently urging Gabriela to enter him. Gabriela did, pressing her tongue against his asshole until it slid into his butt. Piston moaned with pleasure as the wet tip of Gabriela's tongue pulsed in and out of his asshole.

"Oh, Gabriela, that feels so good," Piston moaned. "I love when you rim me. My wife would never do this. I love that you are so open to experiment." Gabriela didn't respond. She just continued to tongue Piston's asshole, making it wet and slick with saliva.

Piston's asshole was soon wide open. Gabriela gently pushed down on Piston's back until he was lying stomach down on the bed. Gabriela crawled up his body until she was lying on top of him. She kissed the back of Piston's neck. Piston turned his head to the side, and Gabriela kissed him on the mouth. Gabriela ground her hips against Piston's ass, which in turn ground his hard cock against the surface of the bed. His cock was hard and red, and already Piston could feel the cum building up inside it.

Gabriela pulled off of Piston, and he rolled over onto his back. Gabriela reached down and grabbed Piston's cock and started to stroke it. Piston raised his legs up in the air, and with her other hand, Gabriela reached down and stuck two fingers into Piston's asshole. Piston moaned, and his body involuntarily jerked.

Gabriela laid her head on Piston's stomach, facing the cock she was stroking. Piston started to move his hips up and down, increasing the depth and speed of both Gabriela's hand stroking his cock and her fingers fucking his saliva-lubed asshole.

Piston moaned loudly. Gabriela's fist tightened around his dick, and started to stroke it furiously, fully moving up and down the full length of his shaft. She buried two fingers into his butthole right up to the knuckles. She could feel the ass muscles tightening and loosening around her fingers in pulses as she shoved harder and deeper into him.

Piston exploded, streams of white cum pouring from his cock and onto Gabriela's face. Gabriela didn't move as she milked every last drop of cum out of his cock, and soon her face was covered with white blobs of Piston's cums, running in rivulets down her face and onto his stomach. Gabriela turned and pulled herself up towards Piston's face, allowing him to get a look at her cum-soaked face. Piston smiled a large grin, amazed at his luck in finding a woman that was so open to fulfilling his fantasies.

They lay together quietly catching their breath, Gabriela occasionally sticking out her tongue and sucking down some of the cum that continued to slowly roll off her face. After a few minutes, Gabriela got up and went to the toilet. After washing her face, she returned to the main room and lay on the bed. Piston then got up and went into the bathroom. The shower started, and Gabriela leaped up. Ria watched from under the bed as Gabriela raced around the room and collected five hidden cameras from various points in the room. 

Gabriela sat on the bed, and Ria held her breath as Gabriela reached down and grabbed the sixth and final camera from its position attached to the bed frame. Luckily for Ria, Gabriela didn't look under the bed, but merely reached down and plucked the camera from the frame by sense of touch only.

Gabriela opened the closet and put the cameras beside the laptop computer. She unlocked the computer, and called up a program that showed six different video images. She rewound the video feed and watched for a moment while the cameras played back the image of Gabriela finger fucking and jacking off Piston.

"Good quality images," she said before powering down the laptop.

After Piston returned from the shower, he got dressed and after another bout of passionate kissing, left. Gabriela waited another 10 minutes before packing up her stuff, including the laptop and small spy cameras, and leaving as well.

Ria waited for 30 minutes under the bed until she was sure that Gabriela wouldn't return, and finally left the hotel room.

* * *

It hadn't been easy getting off the boat, but Chambers had managed it. He had waited until the boat was approaching the dock, while all the crew was on the side of the boat approaching the dock. The crew's focus on the docking procedure, Chambers had been able to slip out of the cabin and into the water, the small splash unnoticed above the noise of the weapons unloading operation taking place.

Chambers had swam ashore and quickly hid in the jungle beyond the beach. He consulted his GPS and determined there was a small town about 5 miles away. It was a hard slog through the jungle, but after three hours hiking, he made it to the town on the map. There wasn't much there, simply a few houses, a single store and a garage and gas station.

Chambers bargained with the man at the gas station for the purchase of an old and somewhat ragged looking motorcycle. The bike tended to backfire frequently and spit out lots of blue smoke, but it ran and seemed to hold up against the undulating, rutted dirt roads of the jungle.

Chambers used the tracking device he had slipped into one of the weapon's crate to track the progress of the shipment. He followed at a safe distance, about a mile behind the convoy as it made its way inland. The trucks moved very slowly as they stayed off any main roads, instead mostly keeping to country roads and jungle dirt tracks.

The convoy drove through the night. Chambers continued following them, but was becoming increasingly tired as the night progressed. He had got no sleep the night before as he hid in the engine room of the boat. Finally he had to stop and spent three hours sleeping in a ditch at the side of the road. 

Waking up, he looked on his GPS to see the convoy still moving through the jungle, now about 120 kilometres away. Chambers hopped onto his motorcycle, and sped through the early morning dawn, closing the distance between himself and the convoy.

He followed the convoy for the rest of the day as it slowly worked its way north-eastward across Colombia. The convoy only ever stopped briefly to refuel, but otherwise continued slowly marching their way across the country.

At about seven o'clock that evening, the convoy stopped. Chambers stopped at the side of the road, turning off the bike. He could hear nothing up ahead. He pulled the bike into the brush at the side of the road and sat on a tree stump, waiting for the trucks to start up again.

After 10 minutes the convoy still wasn't moving. Chambers crept through the jungle up towards where the trucks were stopped, hoping to be able to see what had stopped them from the cover of the trees.

After covering the mile, Chambers could see the trucks stopped on the road. The drivers and guards were milling around on the road, having looked like what was a very extended smoke break.

"What is going on? Is this where they are meeting whomever they are delivering the weapons too?" Chambers wondered.

Chambers crept forward, trying to find a position to get a better look. Ten feet forward, beside a large tree with a lot of undergrowth of ferns, Chambers settled in. The better view didn't answer the questions though. The trucks were stopped for what appeared no reason.

"What is going on?" Chambers wondered. He reached into his bag to pull out his GPS unit, hoping that the map might hold some clues to what was in the area. He never pulled the GPS out of the bag, though. Instead, he froze as he heard the sound of a gun cocking right beside his head, and felt the cold steel of the barrel press against the side of his head.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 15



May woke up hours after the injection on the plane to find herself lying in a bed in a small, dark concrete room. Turning her head to the left, she could see April lying on another bed, fast asleep. May, still groggy looked around the room. There was a window and a door, both open, so she knew that at the very least she wasn't a prisoner, at least in the room. She tried to get up, but found herself to weak to move, and instead fell back down on the bed and into a deep slumber.

Over the next three days, Patterson continued the intensive hormone and drug treatments for both May and April. The treatments seemed to zap all the girls energy, and they spent all their time lying in the beds, most of the time sleeping. Patterson had even laid out bed-pans for the girls to take care of their biological needs.

Four times a day, May would be woken. A young girl in her late teens, or perhaps a year into her twenties, would come in and feed her. Each meal was soup, a thick broth that was easy to swallow, spooned out by the pretty, olive skinned girl with the long, dark hair. 

At one of the meals May pointed to April and asked the girl, "is she all right?"

The girl just looked confused. "Es sano?" May tried again, this time in what little Spanish that she knew.

The girl smiled and nodded. "Si, ella esta bien," she replied, before offering another spoon of the soup to May.

Finally, after three days of barely having enough energy to lift her head, May awoke and felt good. She was still a little groggy and weak, but felt much more energy than before. May sat up in bed, and was about to stand up when Dr. Patterson walked into the room.

"May, you are awake. How are you feeling?" He said, smiling.

"Groggy, but much better," she said.

"Yes, one of the side-effects of the treatment is extreme weakness, but the intensive part of the treatment is over for now, and so that weakness should be working out of your system," he said as he walked over to May's bedside. "More importantly though, do you feel more feminine?"

May sat silently for a moment, reflecting on the question. She looked down at her body. She was clothed in nothing but a t-shirt that showed off a touch of mid-rift and a pair of panties. The most obvious change was her breasts, which while still small had grown appreciably in the last three days. May also noticed that her hips seemed to flair out slightly, rather than the previous straight line that most men had. She examined her arms, noting that the hair on her arms was thinner and lighter than before. May ran her hand over her face. Even after three days of not shaving, her face was still quite smooth, with only a hint of hair on her upper lip. Even that hair seemed softer than before.

"Yes, I do. Do I look more feminine?" she asked.

Patterson nodded and smiled. "Yes, you do. I bet you for stood up, you'd also notice that your bum had filled out a bit," he said. 

May stood up and looked over her shoulder at her ass, which did seem slightly more rounded than before. "Wow," she said, running her hands over her ass. "That's incredible!"

May turned around, and couldn't help but notice that despite all her otherwise feminine characteristics, she still had one very masculine trait, and it was very visible. Her cock was rock hard, pushing against the fabric of her little panties. Upon seeing her own hard dick, she realized how horny she was. "God, I am so randy right now," she said. "Is that a side-effect of the treatment as well?" she asked.

Patterson laughed. "No, the treatment shouldn't have any impact on your sex drive. More likely, your body is coming to the realisation that while you have been sleeping the last three days, you haven't been able to release any sexual tension. It'd be evident, especially if you were used to daily release."

May blushed slightly. She had been having a lot of sex recently, and even before that, when before the transition when she was a man, she had masturbated every day. 

Patterson nodded at her hard-on. "Go on and take care of it, if you want," he said. "I'll leave you in private. Unless, of course, you want me to stick around..."

"Yes, why don't you stick around," May said, lying back down on the bed. She slipped off her panties, freeing her cock. It was rock hard and smacked up against her belly, the skin on the cock taut and bright red.

May reached a hand up under her shirt, and pushed it up to reveal her small breasts. She ran her hands over her small mounds. They were fleshy and soft, and May moaned softly as she kneaded them. May figured that she was now an A cup, maybe stretching towards a B. Her nipples hardened as her palms and fingers ran over them, and May noted that the nipples were longer and harder than she had before.

She continued to rub her small breasts with her left hand as she ran her right hand down her body, over her flat stomach until it reached her hard cock. The dick jerked involuntarily at the touch of her fingers. May gently grasped her cock and stroked it lightly. She was so horny she could already feel the cum rising in her cock. She wanted the pleasure to last, though, so she just gently played with her dick for a few more stroked, before moving her hands down to her scrotum.

May massaged her almost hairless scrotum, noticing again that the hair on her ballsack felt softer and thinner like the rest of the hair on her body. She rubbed her balls with her palm and reached down with her middle finger to her ass. May pressed the tip of her finger against her asshole, which relented slightly to let the tip of her finger in. Her nipples hardened and her cock bounced up and down on her stomach with involuntary spasms at the pressure her applied to her asshole.

Wanting more, May brought her hand to her mouth and sucked on her middle finger, lubbing it with spit. She returned her hand to her crotch, her palm rubbing her ballsack as she positioned her finger over her asshole.  The now wet finger slid in easy to her asshole. May pumped it in and out of her asshole, tossing her head back, closing her eyes and letting out a prolonged moan of pleasure.

When May opened her eyes, she saw Dr. Patterson standing at her bedside. He had removed his slacks and underwear, and his cock was hard. May continued to finger fuck her ass with her right hand, but reached up with her left hand to rub the cock of the doctor. She ran her finger over the head, feeling the tip already wet with pre-cum, and then gripped the shaft and stroked it.

Patterson watched as May stroked his cock while shoving one, and then two fingers into her asshole. Amazingly, it appeared that May's cock got even harder as she finger fucked her bunghole. The hard dick was laying against her stomach, almost reaching up to her belly button.

May released Patterson's cock long enough to shove her hand in her mouth, moistening it with her saliva. She then returned her right hand to Patterson's cock, and stroked it with her wet hand.

May plunged a third finger into her asshole, against closing her eyes and relishing the pleasure of feeling her ass slowly opening up to her digital manipulation. She pushed her three fingers in and out of her butt, eyes closed lost in a world of her own pleasure.

Patterson let out a moan and brought May back to focus. She turned her head sideways and saw the hard dick of Patterson bobbing in front of her. She released his cock from her hand, and took him in her mouth, pushing herself down on his cock. Patterson reached out and gently grabbed the back of her head, guiding her up and down on his hard shaft. With her right hand, May cupped Patterson's balls, gently massaging them as she sucked on his dick.

May's own cock was still rock hard. Patterson reached down and gently stroked her cock. He was amazed at how taut it felt, almost like the skin was about to break. It was obvious that May was very horny. As Patterson stroked her cock, May continued to finger fuck herself and suck on Patterson's dick.

After a minute of sucking, May pulled herself off Patterson's cock and started to lick his balls. Patterson let her suck on his scrotum for a few moments before gently pushing her head down. May followed Patterson's lead willingly, first licking his taint until her tongue found his asshole. Patterson put one leg up on the bed, opening his legs and giving May unfettered access to his asshole. Without another instruction, May plunged her tongue into Patterson's ass.

Patterson moaned loudly and his legs shook as May's tongue first entered him. His asshole opened up easily, letting May get her tongue deep into his butt. May shoved her tongue as far into Patterson as she could, her lips pressing up against the skin of his ass.

Patterson reached down and tweaked May's nipples. May arched her back, pressing her breasts up into the air, urging Patterson to play with them. He obliged, using both hands to massage her tits and play with her hard nipples as May tongue fucked his asshole.

All the while, May continued to finger fuck her asshole. 

"You really like having that asshole filled up," Patterson said.

May took her mouth off Patterson's ass long enough to say, "almost more than playing with my cock," before plunging her tongue back into the doctor's tight hole.

"That's a good sign. You are really starting to become a girl now, when you like being filled up and fucked more than you want to fuck anyone else," Patterson said. 

Before replying, May plunged her tongue deeper into Patterson's asshole and her fingers deeper into her own asshole. With her other hand, she let her fingers run over the balls and grasp the Patterson's cock. Removing her tongue from Patterson's asshole, she looked up at him and licked his balls. "Mmm, I think I am becoming addicted to cock," she said. "I love it when I have cocks inside me."

Patterson smiled and patted May's ass. "I bet you'd like to get something bigger than your fingers in that asshole of yours, wouldn't you?"

May nodded, and rolled over onto her left side and grabbed her right leg, pulling it forward and presenting her ass to Patterson. Patterson crawled onto the bed and knelt behind May's ass. He grabbed his dick and ran the tip of it along May's ass crack, his white cock standing out against May's latina brown skin.

Patterson put his index finger into his mouth, and then brought it down to May's asshole. He presses his finger gently against her asshole, and it partially gave way. He started to move slowly into her asshole with his finger, but May grabbed his hand and thrust it down, pushing his finger into her up to his knuckle. She moaned as Patterson moved his finger in and out of her asshole. 

Patterson pulled his finger out, grabbed his cock and pressed the tip of his hard dick against her asshole. May's asshole opened and the tip slide in. May wiggled her ass back and forth, finding a comfortable position as Patterson pushed head head of his dick into her.  Despite having finger-fucked herself with three fingers, Patterson still found May's ass tight. He let a gob of saliva drop down onto his dick. The spit provided enough lubrication for his cock to press down into May's asshole.

Patterson started to slowly pump in and out of May's ass. May started to moan louder as Patterson continually increased the pace of his strokes. May reached up with left hand to knead her left tit, her mouth open in an O and her eyes closed. She moved her ass up and down in rhythm with Patterson's thrusts, which were now at a high pace.

Patterson reached down and put as hand on her ass, using it to direct May to move her ass up and down in perfect timing with his thrusts, allowing him to press deeply into her tight hole before pulling almost all the way out.

After 5 minutes of deep thrusting, Patterson pulled almost all the way out. With just the tip of his cock still in her asshole, Patterson moved in and out using small strokes. The rim of his cock head popped in and out of May's asshole. Patterson grunted with pleasure at the feeling of his cock head being constantly massaged by the strong muscles of May's sphincter.

Patterson pulled out, and May took a moment to massage her asshole. It felt nice to have the cool air on it, but it didn't take long until she was ready to be filled up again. 

May rolled over onto her right side and brought her legs up towards her chest, her asshole presented for Patterson and her cock sticking out from behind her. Patterson knelt behind May again and pressed inside her, while May reached down, grabbed her cock and started to stroke it.

Patterson had his hand on top of May's ass, the white skin of his hand appearing like a ice-cap atop the mountain of May's buttocks. May stroked her dick, swollen and red, calling out a series of exclamations.  "Oh, oh, God. Yes, oh, yes. Patterson, fuck me. Yes, fuck me!"

May could not take any more, and she exploded into an orgasm, white cum splattering out from her cock and onto her leg. Patterson pumped furiously as May stroked every last drop of cum out of her red, bulging penis.

Patterson pulled out of May's ass so she could roll over onto her stomach. She raised her ass into the air and reached back to her asshole. She rubbed her cum soaked hand all over her ass, lubricating her enticing hole even further with her own cum. She shoved her finger into her butthole, spreading her white juice deep into her.

Patterson smiled and climbed behind her. He grabbed her ass, hoisted it further up in the air, and pressed himself inside her. His cock slid in easily now, her ass already worked open with his previous fucking and now additionally lubbed with May's cum. 

Patterson . Despite having just cum, May's cock was still hard, and the engorged, crimson cock banged up and down against her stomach as Patterson thrust himself deeply inside her.

"Most girls stop being so horny after they've cum," Patterson said, practically panting with the effort of fucking May.

"Shut up and fuck me," May moaned breathlessly.

Patterson obliged, and thrust himself in and out May's ass. He was close to coming, he announced, and pressed himself as deeply as he could into her butt. May's face was driven down into the pillow as Patterson pressed himself against her. "Oh fuck," he screamed, releasing his load into May's asshole. Patterson slowly moved himself in and out of her ass until every drop of his semen was left inside her.

Patterson pulled out and stood up. He watched as May stuck her fingers into her ass, pulled them out covered with his cum, and then sucked on them.

"You REALLY ARE a dirty slut," Patterson said.

May smiled and laughed. She was, she knew it, and she loved it.

* * 

"Meet me at Patio Circular at Cerro Santa Lucia at 4," said the text message that beeped on Gabriela's phone.

Gabriela looked at her watch. It was three in the afternoon, and the last of the sponsors were filing out of the lunch reception that Cabo Blanco Tequila had held at the track. If she grabbed a taxi right now, she could make it to downtown by four, but it could be tight. "I might be a bit late," Gabriela sent back via text, and then shut her phone.

Across the room, Ria's phone buzzed. She looked at it, and read the exchange that Gabriela had just had with her contact. "You'll be more than a bit late," Ria thought to herself.

Gabriela rushed out of the Cabo Blanco Pavillion at the race track, and started heading towards the exit where the taxi stand was. She heard a car coming up behind her and turned around. "Oh, thank God," she said. It was a taxi, and it was empty. Obviously returning from dropping off one of the VIPs, who were the only ones that could get with cars onto the grounds of the track. Gabriela waved the taxi down, and when it stopped she jumped into the back seat.

"Where to?" the driver said.

"Cerro Santa Lucia," Gabriela replied. "Do you know it?"

The driver nodded. "One of the most famous landmarks in the city. Lots of tourists go there. You from out of town?"

"Yes," Gabriela said. "Are you from Santiago?"

The driver smiled. "Not originally," he said. In fact, the Virginia State drivers' license in his wallet listed his address as being in Garrisonville, Virginia, United States of America, just a few towns away from the CIA's headquarters.

* * 

Cerro Santa Lucia is hill in downtown Santiago, giving impressive views of the old part of the city. Walking up the hill, Ria was amazed at both the views of the old squares juxtaposed with newer buildings, but also the ornate staircases that criss-crossed up the hill. She heard a tourist behind her say that the views of Santiago from Santa Lucia are second best to only the views from Cerro San Cristobal to the north.

Ria was amazed how little of Santiago she had been able to see since arriving a week and a half earlier. Granted, she had spent almost half that time scotch-hopping across South America following Fernandez. Still, Ria had expected to get to see more of the locations she was getting to travel to. For a girl who hadn't travelled outside of Mexico until just a few months ago, she had been looking forward to seeing more of a the world. It felt like she was so busy chasing after the bad guys that she never had a moment to stop and look around.

"Speaking of bad guys," Ria said to herself as she came to the top of another pair of ornate steps. In front of her was a massive fountain, at the lip of which was standing Gabriela's contact. Ria identified the man easily, it was the same balding, bulging, sweaty man that had met with Gabriela at the mall the day before. She knew now that his name was Guillermo Martinez, information obtained from looking up the number from which Gabriela had received the text.

"Mr. Martinez," Ria said, approaching the man.

The man didn't say anything, his eyes just getting wide and his skin blanching white.

"My name is Ria. I am a friend of Gabriela's" Ria said, placing an emphasis on the word friend that suggested there was something more behind that word than just simple friendship. "I believe that she sent you a text that I was coming."

The man nodded. He had received a text, about 20 minutes after the first exchange between him and Gabriela, saying that she was unable to met with him but was going to send her friend Ria in her stead.

"Yes, yes," the man said, the blood returning to his face. "Is Gabriela alright?"

"Yes, she is fine. She is just... tied up with something else," Ria said. In fact, she was tied up with plastic handcuffs and strong nylon rope, currently being questioned by a CIA interrogator. He had been nice enough use Gabriela's phone to send Guillermo the previously mentioned text message.

"Good," the man replied to Ria's assertion that Gabriela was fine, though his voice was cold and distant. "The most important thing is, did she get videos we need?"

"Yes," Ria said, holding up a memory stick.

Guillermo smiled and grabbed at the stick. Ria yanked it away, and Guillermo frowned.

"Now, now, Guillermo, not so hasty. I was led to believe that you have something for me," Ria said. "Do you have something for me, Memo?" Ria asked, using a common nickname for Guillermo.

Guillermo frowned. "No one calls me Memo," he snarled, eyes in a hard squint.

Ria laughed. Guillermo might have been attempting to look hard and tough like an arctic wolf, but his doughy body and sweat covered brow made him appear more like a hairless panda bear. "I'll call you whatever I want to call you, Memo. Now, let's talk about what these pictures are worth to you."

Guillermo stared at Ria, but Ria simply looked at him with a sly smile. After 20 seconds of silence, Guillermo sighed and his shoulders dropped. "What do you want," Guillermo asked.

"Money, of course," Ria said.

"How much," Guillermo asked.

"Before I decide that, why don't you tell me what you are using these videos for. That will help me decide what they are worth," Ria said.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 15



Guillermo shook his head and looked up to the sky. "Oh, why me? Why do I have all the trouble with the beautiful ladies. All I want is a little respect, but all they ever give me is grief!" After his outburst, Guillermo continued to look up at the sky.

"Come on, Memo, let me in on your plan. We can be partners," Ria said.

Guillermo didn't look down from the sky. Instead he launched into another self-pitying monologue. "Partners, if only they would consider me an equal. But always, always, I end up on the short end of the stick! I have paid and paid and paid Gabriela for her work, and now her friend demands more. None will be left for me in the end. Why? Why when I am the brains? I do all the thinking, and they take all..." A tear ran down the cheek of Guillermo Martinez as he finished his plea to the heavens.

Ria bit her lip. Obviously the tack she was taking was not getting the results she wanted. Changing tactics, she reached out a hand and gently brushed the tear from Guillermo's cheek. Guillermo looked down and into Ria's eyes. "Oh, Guillermo. Sensitive and smart Guillermo, don't distress," Ria said in a soft voice. "I'm sorry for what I have said. It's just that... Gabriela... she uses..." Ria stop speaking, instead biting her lip and looking away.

Guillermo reached out and gently brushed Ria's cheek. "What, what is it?" he asked. "What does Gabreila do to you?"

"She treats me like a slave, making me do her bidding. In return I get nothing," Ria said, turning back and staring into Guillermo's eyes. "When I heard that you and she were involved in some sort of interaction, I just thought it would be an opportunity for me to finally get something. But now I feel bad, for obviously you and I share the same fate. To be nothing more than the plaything of Gabriela and her wicked plans."

Guillermo nodded, eyes wide. "Yes, yes. But can't we do anything?"

Ria looked up in the air, searchingly. "Perhaps there is. Perhaps we could proceed without her. Perhaps the two of us could strike out on our own?"

Guillermo smiled at the thought. "Could we? Do you think?"

Ria nodded. "Yes, with your brains and my beauty, we could accomplish whatever it is that you and Gabriela planned, do you not think?"

Guillermo recoiled suddenly. "No, no. It is too late. Gabriela already knows so much. We can't cut her out."

Ria put her hand on Guillermo's chest. "You don't think the two of us could be partners?" Ria looked at Guillermo and raised an eyebrow, "True partners?"

Guillermo swallowed hard. Ria leaned in close to him, and gently kissed his lips. Guillermo sighed softly. 

"Why don't we go to your place," Ria suggested. Guillermo nodded, and took Ria by the hand, leading her down Cerro Santa Lucia. 

They walked, hand in hand, for 20 minutes, until they arrived at an old, crumbling four story apartment block. They walked up to Guillermo's apartment on the third floor, and entered the apartment. It was small, and though the furniture was threadbare and had seen better days, the apartment was well put together. On the walls were paintings of the female form in a number of different artistic styles.

"I painted those myself," Guillermo said as he saw Ria looking at the painting. 

"They are beautiful, full of sensitivity and sweetness, just like you," Ria said, pulling Guillermo close. He swallowed, and Ria could feel his arms and legs shaking with nerves as she held him close.

"Tell me about your plan, and how we can be partners," Ria said.

Guillermo hesitated. "I don't know if I should. I don't know if I can trust you," he said.

"What do I need to do to prove that I am trustworthy?" Ria asked.

Guillermo stroked Ria's hair. Ria could feel his penis growing hard and pressing against her leg. "If you want to be my true partner, perhaps we could seal the deal with a coming together... of our bodies?"

Ria reached down and undid Guillermo's pants. They feel to the floor, revealing a pair of fraying pink and blue stripped boxer shorts. 

"Sit down," Ria said, pointing to the old couch. Guillermo took a seat on the couch, the cushions molded into the shape of his buttocks from years of his sitting on the couch. Ria got down on her knees and moved between Guillermo's legs. She grabbed his boxer shorts and pulled them off him, revealing a long, thin and hard uncut dick. Ria grabbed the cock and started to lick the tip of the cock, running her tongue over the tip and then under the foreskin. In response, the cock continued to grow and the foreskin started to pull back.

Ria opened her mouth and took the glans of Guillermo's cock into her mouth. She moved up and down on the head of the dick, working it with her lips and flicking it with her tongue until it was glistening with her saliva. Guillermo reached down and stroked Ria's dark hair as she sucked him.

Ria pushed herself down on Guillermo's cock, taking the full length into her mouth. Ria's red lips moved up and down the shaft, from the tip of Guillermo's cock all the way down to his body, where Guillermo's ball sack rubbed against her bottom lip and his pubic hair tickled Ria's top lip. Ria was amazed as how far Guillermo's dick pushed into her mouth. He didn't have much girth, but made up for it with length. His cock must have been a good ten inches long, but no thicker than an average 6 inch cock. Guillermo had a hand atop Ria's head, moving up and down in time with her head as it bobbed on his cock.

Ria pulled off, and stared up at Guillermo. He smiled at her as she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock. Guillermo grabbed his cock and slapped it a few times against Ria's lips. Ria opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, which Guillermo used as a target, slapping his dick against it.

"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?" Guillermo said in a low voice. Ria detected a change in Guillermo's mood, from the sweet and sensitive man she had seen atop Cerro Santa Lucia to a more confident and, frankly, dirty man appearing now. Still needing information from Guillermo, though, Ria played along.

"Oh yes, baby. I love your hard cock in my mouth," she said.

"Good," Guillermo said before shoving his dick deep into Ria's mouth. He grabbed Ria's head and pushed it down upon him. Ria was experienced and despite his length, Guillermo was not too thick, so she was able to deep throat his cock without any problem. Guillermo held her head down on his crotch as he pushed into her mouth in short thrusts.

"Yeah, baby, you love it," he said. Ria had no chance to answer though, her mouth filled as it was with Guillermo's cock. Ria merely continued to suck on the man's white, thin dick.

Ria reached out her hands and grabbed Guillermo's butt cheeks, pulling him up off the couch slightly and deeper into her mouth. Guillermo let out a loud moan, and started to thrust the full length of his dick in and out of Ria's mouth. Ria easily accepted the cock, keeping her lips tight against it as it pumped in and out, causing Guillermo to shiver with pleasure. Guillermo starting pumping so quickly and frantically the Ria was finding it hard to catch her breath. Her eyes started to water, and saliva started to run out of her mouth, covering Guillermo's cock with a thick layer of wet spit.

"Oh, I need to fuck you," Guillermo said, pulling his cock out of Ria's mouth.

Ria shook her head, looking up at Guillermo with watery eyes as she tried to catch her breath. "You can't. It's my time of the month," she said.

Guillermo frowned, obviously disappointed. Ria licked the top of his cock, and then let a large drop of saliva run down his dick, before looking back up at him. "Tell you what you can do," she said. "You could fuck my ass."

Guillermo's face brightened. "Oh, yeah. That's it! You are a dirty girl, aren't you? A dirty girl for Guillermo!"

Ria pulled off her jeans and climbed up onto the couch, pulling the g-string of her thong underwear out of her ass to expose it.

Guillermo slapped her ass. "Why don't you take off those panties?" he asked, putting his hand on the elastic waistband of g-string. 

Ria slapped his hand away. "No, don't. I don't want my tampon to come out of place," she said. "Just fuck my ass."

Guillermo climbed behind her on the couch. "Do I need any lube?" he asked.

Ria laughed. "No, your cock is lubed up enough already with my spit. Just stick it in and fuck me," she said.

So Guillermo stuck it in, and fucked her. His saliva-soaked cock hesitated for just a moment at the entrance to Ria's ass, but with a little pressure was able to overcome her defences and enter her. Once the mushroom head of his cock was past her muscled pink ring, the shaft slid easily into her, covered as it was with a glistening, lubricating film of Ria's spit.

Ria moaned as Guillermo pushed himself into her. His cock might have been thin, but it was long, and he seemed to keep pushing into her. While her left hand held the fabric of her panties away from her ass crack, her right hand dug into the sofa. She put her head down against the fabric of the sofa and bit down as the last inch of Guillermo made its way into her.

Guillermo held himself there for moment, enjoying the feeling of his entire cock being engulfed into the warmth of Ria's ass. Ria raised her head, closed her eyes and moaned. Guillermo patted her softly on her ass as encouragement, prompting Ria to slowly gyrate her hips. Guillermo's body experienced a light spasm at the pleasure granted by Ria's grinding hips.

Guillermo pulled back until his cock was almost all the way out of Ria's ass, and then pushed himself back into her, again until his cock was completely enveloped by Ria's ass. Ria dug her nails into the couch as Guillermo pressed against her, but also shoved her ass back against him, spurring him on.

Guillermo pulled back until almost popping out of Ria's ass again, and again pressed himself back into Ria. This time, the pace was quicker. He repeated the move again, and again, and again, each time quicken the pace in both pulling out and pushing in. Ria started to relax, now accustomed to the full length of Guillermo's long, thin dick.

Guillermo, feeling Ria's body become less tense, started to thrust himself in and out of Ria's ass with more pace. Ria moaned as Guillermo pushed himself in and out of her asshole, thrusting himself until his full length was inside her before pulling his cock halfway out, and then thrusting back into her again.

Despite all conscious attempts for it not to happen, Ria could feel her own cock growing hard between her legs as Guillermo fucked her. With her right hand, Ria reached down and adjusted her cock so that it was pointing straight up her body. Unfortunately fabric of her small thong was not enough to cover up her hard dick, and the tip poked out of the elastic band of her panties. Luckily for Ria, as they were fucking doggie style, Guillermo couldn't see that the cock was poking out. Ria just had to hope that Guillermo didn't decide to flip her over on her back or go for a reach around.

Guillermo, his hands on Ria's hips, was concentrating on nothing except fucking the pretty ass of Ria. He pumped in and out of her. For Guillermo, despite the bravado he had tried to portray earlier, it was a special occasion for him to have any woman, let alone one so beautiful as Ria. Not only that, for him to have her in her asshole, just like the men in the porno films that he spent most nights watching. Well, for Guillermo, it was like he had died and gone to heaven.

For this reason, it was not long until Guillermo was close to coming. "Oh, I am going to come," he said.

"Where do you want to come, in my mouth or in my ass?" Ria asked him. 

Guillermo let out a quivering moan, unable to believe his luck. He would, however, play the cool porno star. "I want to come in that mouth," he said.

Ria cursed under her breath. That meant she would have to turn around. She had been sure he would have said ass. She cursed herself for asking the question.

Guillermo pulled out of Ria, and stood expectantly, dick in hand, for her to move. Ria slid on her stomach off the couch, and once her knees were on the floor, stuck out her ass and turned toward Guillermo. She arched her back and thrust the top half of her body forward, hoping to obscure the view of her crotch and the cock sticking out from her underwear.

Guillermo looked down at Ria, kneeling before him, head craned forward, ready to receive his load. Ria opened her mouth and leaned her head back, ready to catch his cum. Guillermo grabbed his cock and started to stroke it furiously.

It took less than 20 seconds until Guillermo's thick, white come started flowing out of his cock. The first few blasts landed squarely on Ria's tongue. Guillermo closed his eyes and threw his head back. His hand movements were sporadic, and his cock was soon flinging cum all over Ria's face. 

Spent, Guillermo looked down. Ria's face was covered in white goo. It was dripping off her eye brows, her nose and her chin. Ria stuck out her tongue and licked around her lips, sucking up the cum that had landed close to her mouth. She swallowed it down.

"I am going to wash up," Guillermo said. He turned to walk into the small bathroom off the main room. 

"Bring me a wet towel," Ria asked. With his back to her, Ria stood up and adjusted her cock, pushing it back into her panties. She managed to just get it covered by fabric. She sat down and crossed her legs, hoping that when Guillermo returned he wouldn't look too closely in the crick between her legs.

Guillermo returned with a damp, warm face cloth. Ria wiped off her face as Guillermo took the seat on the couch beside her. He reached over and stroked her hair.

"Thank you for that, it was incredible," Guillermo said.

Ria smiled. "It was fun for me, too," she said. "So, what do you think? Will we make good partners?"

Guillermo smiled. "Okay, I think I can trust you now. Do you think you can trust me?"

Ria nodded, reached down to the floor (while still managing to keep her legs crossed and hard cock camouflaged) and picked up her jeans. He reached into a pocket and pulled out the USB memory stick. Discarding the jeans back on the floor, she held out the memory stick. Guillermo reached for it, but Ria snatched it back. Guillermo looked hurt.

"Before I hand this over, why don't you tell me what you are doing with these pictures of Piston and Gabreila?" she asked, smiling.

Guillermo pursed his lips, but then broke into a smile. "Okay, seeing as we are partners. I am blackmailing this 'Piston.' Mr. Clark is married, as you may know. I am going to threaten to release the pictures to his wife unless he pays me one million US dollars."

Ria frowned.  She knew that despite all appearances, Piston didn't have any money left. That is what made him vulnerable to the advances of Aguila Roja, and the offer to fund the Pan American Racing Series. "So, what if he doesn't pay?" Ria asked.

Guillermo smiled, and tapped his brow. "Ah, yes, Guillermo has thought of everything. Then we release a few of the less naughty pictures to his wife, and tell him more are on the way if he doesn't pay the million dollars."

"And if he still doesn't pay," Ria asked.

Guillermo smiled even wider. "Ah yes, most people only have a plan A and a plan B. But not Guillermo. I have a plan C as well. We sell the pictures to the press. They will pay the money to catch this multi-billionaire without his wife, I am sure."

Guillermo held out his hand, looking at the USB drive in Ria's hand. Ria frowned. Right now Aguila Roja used the racing series because of Piston's financial vulnerability and the ability to ship cars without much police or customs attention. If Guillermo attempted to blackmail Piston, Piston might get the police involved. International police attention could cause Aguila Roja to determine that it would be better to find another way to ship his drugs and guns, and the Aguila Roja would slip through the CIA's hands, as he had so often before.

Ria looked at Guillermo. He smiled at her, and motioned to the USB drive. What choice did she have.

Ria handed Guillermo the USB drive. Guillermo smiled and walked over the computer. He plugged the drive into his computer, and opened Windows Explorer. He clicked on the USB drive, and Ria watched as the smile faded from his face.

"The drive is empty. There is nothing on here!" he said.

Ria nodded. "Yes, that is true. The drive is empty.  I'm afraid I can't let you go ahead with your plan. It jeopardizes too much I am working on myself. I'm sorry to do this to you Guillermo, but we can't be partners, and you can't continue with your plan with Gabriela either."

Guillermo looked crest-fallen, but recovered. He let out a snicker. "What are you going to do? You are just one girl. Gabriela and I can take care of you, if we need to," he said.

Ria shook her head. "No, I'm afraid I am more than one girl, and Gabriela is already out of the picture." Ria held up her phone. "I have a text message her saying that she is already on a plane heading to an undisclosed CIA holding facility until my investigation is complete. And I have just sent a text to a CIA extraction team to let them know to come and get you ready to be sent to a similar facility."

Guillermo looked at Ria, not sure to believe it. Seeing no trace of humour in her face, though, he fell to his knees.

Ria stood up, bent over and picked up her jeans. Holding them at her side, she turned to face Guillermo.

"Oh, and one more thing. I'm afraid when I said I was having my period, that wasn't quite true. The real reason you couldn't fuck my pussy is... well..."

Ria pulled the elastic band of her panties down, freeing her cock. Guillermo looked shocked as the hard shaft bounced up and down in front of the beautiful woman. After a moment the look on his face changed, though. He smiled. Just before the CIA extraction team broke down the apartment door to take Guillermo to a jungle prison on a small island in the Caribbean, he looked at Ria and shrugged. "Ah well, fucking you might not have been quite the porn movie I was picturing in my head when it was happening, but at least it was still like a porn movie. Guillermo finally got to fuck like a porn star!"



Code Name Tequila Ch. 16



April opened her eyes and looked up. Above her was a thatched roof, tarred black from smoke. She turned her head slowly to the side. She was in a small room, and judging by the light coming in from the windows on either side of the room and the wood slate walls, it was a one-room cabin. Beneath her, she felt a lumpy mattress, spring sticking through the thin padding and into her back in a few places.

April swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up to take a seat on the edge of the bed. The room had two single beds, one of which she was sitting on, a table with a large bowl on it, and was otherwise empty. April listened, and could hear human voices from outside the room.

April rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked down at her body. She was wearing a pair of boy-shorts and a t-shirt. She looked closely at her t-shirt, and noticed visible bumps on her chest. She reached down and ran her hands over her breasts. They weren't large, no more than an a-cup, but they were there and visible. Her fingers brushed over the nipples, and April shivered as the sensation of her fingers brushing against her nipples sent an erotic shock to her brain.

April looked at her arms and legs. Like many Koreans, she had never been a particularly hairy person, even when she was a man, but looking at her legs now, she could see almost no hair at all. April raised her hand to her face and ran it over her chin. There was no hair on her face at all. She had never had to shave much before, but could usually feel a few bits of stubble on her face. Not now, though.

She stood up and walked over to the door. She pushed the door open and looked out of the cabin at the world outside.

The cabin was one of many circling a clearing. Beyond the ring of cabins, April could see tall, large trees - a sea of green. In the clearing were a few trucks and a few jeeps, and a number of men working at various tasks. Some were repairing the vehicles, some were working on fixes to the huts, some were cleaning rifles and pistols, some were just lugging wood. Many of them were shirtless. All of them, however, were young and strong and rugged. April smiled to herself as she surveyed the collection of handsome eye candy on display.

Standing in the doorway, one arm leaning against the jamb and with hips cocked, April was on display as well, and many of the men were stopping what they were doing to look up at the beautiful and sexy Korean woman standing in just the tiniest of t-shirts and tight boy-pants panties looking at them. Some of their mouths opened in awe at the sight of the woman, a few reached down and rubbed their crotches, which had started to show obvious bulges.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" April heard a voice call out. She looked over to her left to see Dr. Patterson approaching, followed by two women in baggy dresses with hoods. Dr. Patterson pointed at April. "You shouldn't be up," he said. "back inside with you!" 

Patterson reached April and, grabbing her arm, guided her back inside the hut. The two cloaked and hooded women followed him in, and one of them shut the door.

Patterson guided April over to the bed and had her sit down. One of the women went over to the table on which the bowl was sitting, while the other woman walked over and sat down on the bed beside April.

"How are you feeling," asked Patterson.

"Fine, a little sleepy, but good," April replied, looking at Patterson. She then looked over to the woman sitting on the bed beside her. The woman reached up and removed her hood.

"May," April cried out on seeing May's face emerge from the darkness of the hood. The two women embraced, happy to see each other. "It is so good to see you," April said.

"It is good to see you up and around," May said. "I was getting a little worried that you might never wake up!"

"How long have I been sleeping," April asked.

"Almost five days now," May said. "Do you remember anything?"

April furrowed her brow. "Bits here and there. I remember Dr. Patterson giving me the needle on the plane, and then everything else is fuzzy. I remember seeing Dr. Patterson a few times, and a young girl with soup."

"That would be Alma," Patterson said, moving aside as the other cloaked figure approached, carrying the bowl. She put the bowl down on the bed, and April saw it was filled with water. The girl removed her hood, and April saw the girl in her hazy memory. Young, in her late teens or early twenties, smooth skin with dark, shoulder length hair and large brown eyes. The girl, who Patterson had called Alma, picked up a cloth from the bowl of water and started to wipe April's brow as May held April's hand.

"I should give you a physical to make sure, but you seem in decent health," Patterson said. "I'll get you something more appropriate to wear as well. You can't be prancing around in a T and panties. We are in the middle of a jungle camp full of soldiers. Other than Alma, you and May are the only women they have seen in months. The sight of you is likely to drive them to distraction."

April giggled. "I could use some of that kind of distraction," she said, thinking back to the strong, muscled, shirtless soldiers.

Patterson frowned. "These men are half animal, they'd as soon tear you limb from limb if they had the chance," he said, then turned and left the cabin, the door slamming behind him.

April turned to look at May, who smiled. "How are you feeling?" May asked.

"Girly," April said. It was the best word she could think to describe what she was feeling. She was feeling like a woman.

"Yeah, me too. It's amazing, isn't it," May said. "I know how horny you must be. I woke up needing a fuck like crazy, and the sight of all those soldiers must have been quite a turn on, but you need to be careful. We are in the camp of a right-wing rebel group who are looking to take control of Venezuela. They are, as Patterson said, probably quite dangerous."

April shot a glance over to Alma, who was still daubing April's brow with the wet cloth. May smiled. "Don't worry," May said. "Alma doesn't speak any English. We are safe to talk."

April nodded. "Have you been able to check in with Black Oak?" she asked.

May shook her head. "No, I don't know what Patterson has done with our original things, including our mobile phones. Even if we had phones, I am not sure that we could get a connection out here in the jungle."

"There must be some way to communicate with the outside world," April said. "Surely Patterson wouldn't cut himself off from everything, and these soldiers must be taking orders from somebody."

May nodded. "True, true. There are a couple of satellite phones around camp, and one of the huts has a radio transmitter in it."

"We should try and get a satellite phone," April said.

"Patterson has one, but he's very careful never to let it out of his sight. We could try getting one from one of the soldiers," May suggested. "All we need is a way to get one of the ones with a phone alone and distracted."

April smiled as she ran a hand over her breast, massaging a rock hard nipple. "I can think of a way to distract them."

* * 

After dinner in their hut, which April and May ate alone, the girls waited until dark. The girls could hear the soldiers out in the dark, loud and rambunctious. A few hours after dark, the girls could here the noise start to abate at soldiers, full of drink started to retire for the night. By the time the sun had been set for four hours, there was just the slightest noise from outside the hut in the camp.

April and May looked out the window. There clearing was mostly deserted, other than three soldiers sitting around a dying fire, sharing the last few drops of a bottle of rum. May pointed at one of the soldiers. "That one there, he's a colonel or something. I have seen him with a satellite phone."

"Let's go and see if we can't make a call then," April said.

The two girls got ready as best they could. With limited clothes, they didn't have many options, but neither was expecting that the soldiers would care much what they were wearing, nor did they expect that their clothes would be on their bodies for long. 

April put on the little boy-shorts she had been wearing earlier, and found a long, tight t-shirt with a long v-neck that she was able to pull down over her ass, turning it into a tight dress. The hem of the t-shirt-cum-dress just managed to cover her ass cheeks. The v-neck collar cut down far enough that it showed just the slightest hint of the curve of her small tits.

May pulled on a pair of denim cut-off shorts and a mid-riff tshirt, showing off her flat belly. The jean shorts were tight, and accentuated off her curvy ass.

Neither woman had their wigs with them, but both had been growing their hair for more than a month, and both had enough length and volume on their hair that they could pass for girls with short bob cuts.

The girls walked out of the hut and towards the fire. The soldiers were sat on either side of the fire on two large logs that were being used as benches. The colonel sat by himself on one log, while across from him the two other soldiers shared a log. April walked over and took a seat beside the colonel on the one log, while May squeezed between the two soldiers on the other side.

The colonel said something in Spanish to April. April shook her head and asked him if he spoke any English.

"Yes, I do," he said, smiling. He held up the rum bottle to April, who grabbed it and took a sip. The colonel watched her take her drink, and then smiled. "So this is what the gringo doctor is hiding in his hut. He must be a very lucky doctor to have two such beautiful women for himself," the man said.

April smiled. "Oh, you know what they say about girls loving doctors. We just can't help ourselves. The only thing I think we love more than a doctor is a man in uniform," she said, winking at the colonel. A wide grin appeared on the colonel's face.

April handed the rum bottle across the fire to May. May took a sip of the bottle, and handed it to the soldier on her right. May felt the soldier on her left reach down and brush his hand along her bare thigh. May turned to face him and smiled at him. Encouraged, he ran his hand up further up the outside of her thigh. Reaching the hem of her jean shorts, the soldier's hand moved over her leg to gently rub her inner thigh.

"So, what are your names?" asked the Colonel.

"I'm April, and my beautiful friend over there is May," April said. "And you are?"

The Colonel bowed slightly to April. "I am Clemente," the Colonel said. "My friends over there are Domingo," pointing to the soldier on May's left who was drinking from the rum bottle, "and Esteban," pointing to the soldier on May's right, whose hand was rubbing her thigh.

Domingo put down the bottle of rum, and seeing Esteban's hand already nestled between May's legs without May objecting, decided to try his luck by running a hand up May's body and under her shirt. May arched her back slightly as Domingo's fingers reached up her shirt and started to massage her breasts.

Clemente moved closer to April, his eyes on May, Domingo and Esteban. "It seems your friend and my recruits are putting on a show for us," he said to April without breaking his gaze on the three across the fire. Clemente's hand reached down and started to stroke the bulge in his pants.

April reached out and placed her hand on Clemente's leg. Clemente looked over at her and smiled. Clemente raised his hand from his crotch, and April moved her hand up his thigh and onto the bulge in his pants. She rubbed it, feeling the outline of what was a large cock, thick and probably a good eight inches long.

Clemente reached his hand over and placed it on April's knee. He moved it between her legs, and ran his hand up her inner thigh. April kept her legs tightly closed, stopping Clemente's progress before he reached her crotch.

April undid Clemente's belt and started to unbutton the fly of his green fatigue pants. She reached into his pants, and sticking her hand into his boxer shorts, grabbed Clemente's thick cock. She stroked his cock, letting her hand run up and down the entire length of the thick, veined dick.

Clemente reached over and pressed a hand down April's shirt from the top. He pressed the neckline of the t-shirt out the way, exposing the nipple of her right breast. He massage the nipple between his thick fingers. April could feel strength in his hands, but also a tenderness as he played with the hard, red nipple.

Clemente bent his head down and took April's nipple into his mouth. Clemente alternated between sucking on the nipple and licking it with a long, strong tongue. April reached up and ran her hand through the thick hair atop Clemente's head.

Clemente looked up at April. April grabbed his hair in her hand, and guided his head up to hers, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Clemente's long tongue explored the inside of April's mouth, their tongues wrestling in the open cavern made by their two mouths.

April pushed Clemente's pants and boxer shorts down, exposing his hard dick to the night air. She broke off their kiss and leaned down, taking the thick cock in her mouth. She started by sucking the head of the thick dark-skinned cock, but with each stroke up and down of her mouth, took a little more of the dick in, until after 30 seconds of sucking she was moving her lips up and down the full length of Clemente's member.

Clemente ran his hand through April's short dark hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He looked over at Esteban and Domingo, who were busy massaging May's thighs and breasts, and kissing her neck. Clemente looked down at April. moving up and down on his cock. He reached down and kissed the nape of her neck.

April took her mouth off Clemente's cock, and started to lick his balls. Clemente stood up, pulling off his olive-green t-shirt and kicking his green fatigue pants and boxer shorts aside, revealing a well-toned, muscled body. April knelt before Clemente, and took his cock in her mouth again. Clemente started to pump in and out, setting the pace and depth as he fucked April's face. April opened her mouth and received Clemente's cock willingly.

Esteban and Domingo broke off from kissing May's neck to watch as their commander face-fucked April. The two soldiers continued to gently massage May's inner-thighs and breasts. May put one hand on each of the soldiers groins and started to massage their hard cocks through the fabric of their fatigue pants. While playing with each other, the three watched as Clemente pushed himself in and out of April's wet mouth.

After a few minutes of fucking April's face, Clemente pulled himself out. He told April to lie on the log, and April obeyed. Clemente knelt down beside the log and grabbed the collar of April's t-shirt. With strong hands he pulled, and the neckline gave way, ripping down to April's belly button. Clemente pushed the torn pieces of fabric aside, revealing April's small breasts, topped with her hard nipples. Clemente bent over and started to suck and lick April's tits. April moaned with pleasure as Clemente licked and sucked hungrily on her nubs, his lips and tongues pulling and flicking them with urgency.

While sucking on her tits, Clemente reached a hand down and placed it on April's knee. He ran his hand up her thigh, but this time April didn't resist. She opened her legs and let Clemente's hand find her crotch. April felt Clemente's strong hand reach down between her legs and onto the fabric of her boy-shorts. 

As his hand reached the lump in her panties, Clemente stopped suck on April's tit. He sat there, frozen for a moment, his hand pressed against April's boy-short clothed cock and his mouth inches away from her tit. April could feel Clemente's breath against her breast.

"Is this..." Clemente started to say, but then stopped.

April ran a hand through Clemente's hair. "I know what you must think, but be sure. I am a woman, and I want you to do to me what you would do to any woman."

Clemente looked up at April, his hand still rested against her swathed cock. "Is May..." Clemente asked, without finishing the question. April nodded.

"I... I..." Clemente said. April sat, frozen, as Clemente stared at her face. He had a hard look on his face, but his eyes looked confused. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to April, his face softened. "I think you are a beautiful woman," he said.

April smiled, and pressed her hips up, rubbing it against Clemente's palm. Clemente grabbed April's boyshorts and tugged them off, tossing them aside. April rolled off the log. She got onto her knees and faced the log, her ass sticking out towards the fire. Clemente ran his hand over the smooth hemisphere's of April's ass. April leaned forward, bending over the log. Clemente ran a finger between April's cheeks, running it up until he found her tight asshole. He pressed his thick finger into her ass. April moaned as she felt the digit enter her.

From the other side of the fire, Esteban and Domingo's view of April's beautiful ass was obscured by the flames licking up from the fire between them. Domingo stood up first to get a better view of the ass. Domingo turned to May and kissed her on the lips, but he stopped when he heard a yell from Esteban.

"What the hell?" Esteban had yelled. Domingo stood up and looked over at his commander, who had a finger buried deep in April's ass. At first Domingo wasn't sure what had made Esteban react, for April's ass looked like a fine, beautiful ass. Then he looked down between April's legs and instead of seeing the expected slit of a vagina instead saw a pair of balls hanging down. Domingo and Esteban looked at each other in shock, and then looked back at April's scrotum to make sure they had really seen what they thought. They had. 

More than that, they saw Clemente, their commanding officer, pull his finger out of April's ass and move behind her. They watched as Clemente guided his cock towards April's asshole and press into it, and listened as April let out a scream and Clemente let out a satisfied groan as he pressed himself deep into the transsexual's asshole.

Esteban and Domingo looked again at each other, and then down at May. Their jaws dropped. While they had been watching April's balls sway between her legs, May had pulled off her jean shorts. Looking down, they saw that the woman they had just been massaging and kissing, the woman that had been rubbing their hard cocks, that the woman had a large cock between her legs as well.

May smiled at the two soldiers. "Come on, boys. Your commander doesn't mind it. Why don't you sit down on this log, and let me suck those hard cocks of yours," she said, reaching up and massaging the soldier's hard cocks through their pants.

Perhaps if the two men hadn't spent the last three months in the jungle without any female company, they might have reacted differently. And perhaps if they hadn't already seen Clemente, a man they respected and obeyed, already obviously enjoying the fruits of a transsexual, they would have bolted. But instead, Esteban and Domingo both reached down and undid the button flies of their fatigues, letting their hard cocks spring out from their cloth prisons and experience the night air. 

The two men sat down on the log as instructed by May. May knelt down between the two men and grabbed a cock in each hand. She started by sucking off Domingo as she stroked Esteban's dick with her other hand, and then after a minute of blowing Domingo, switched so that Esteban got the pleasure of her mouth while Domingo got to be stroked by her soft hand.

May alternated between the two men's dick every minute or so, trying to give them a both a fair and sensual taste of her oral pleasures. While May sucked and stroked the men, Domingo and Esteban massaged May's breasts. 




Code Name Tequila Ch. 16



On the other side of the fire, Clemente was pumping hard in and out of April's ass. April was bent over the log with Clemente entering her doggy style. Clemente's hands grabbed the log and used it for leverage, allowing him to pump his full length in and out of April's ass. The force of Clemente's thrusts were moving April back and forth. Her scrotum swayed back and forth under her legs like a pendulum in time with Clemente's thrusts, and her hard cock slapped up against her stomach with each inward thrust.

May had her lips pressed up against the balls of Domingo, his full length in her mouth. Domingo bucked his hips up against May's face, trying to drive his dick deeper down her throat. May lifted herself partial up Domingo's cock, and started to move up and down on his dick, rotating her head as she gobbled him up and release him again. Domingo moaned with pleasure. Esteban watched as May swallowed up the length of Domingo's dick, Esteban's own cock being expertly stroked by May's hand.

May pulled off Domingo's cock, and buried her face in his balls, sucking and licking them. May pushed her free hand up Domingo's stomach, pushing his shirt up and revealing a muscled six-pack set of abs. She continued to push until her hand was on Domingo's muscled chest. She let her hand run over his hard pectoral muscles, her fingers brushing over his small nipples. They were hard and small like BB pellets. May played with the metal hard nipples with her fingers while she continued to run her tongue over Domingo's balls and down to the skin between his sack and his ass.

Domingo pulled off his shirt, and Esteban followed suit, so both man were now completely naked. May straightened up, pulling her lips away from Domingo's scrotum and taint. She took the cocks of the two soldiers, one in each hand, and started to stroke them quickly. The two soldiers were looking at her and smiling. May smiled back, and then opened her mouth and licked her lips seductively. Esteban winked at May. Continuing to stroke Domingo's cock, May brought her face down to met with Esteban's hard cock, taking it into her mouth. Esteban threw back his head and let out a loud moan.

Clemente pulled out of April's ass, and smacked it. April let out a sharp cry. Clemente put a hand on April's buttocks. "Turn over, baby," he said. "I want to see your ass when I fuck you."

April lay down on the dirt of the jungle clearing, and brought her legs up into the air. Clemente positioned himself between her legs, and took them in his hands. April reached down and grabbed Clemente's cock, guiding it to her asshole. She placed the tip of Clemente's cock against her puckered hole. Clemente wasted no time in sliding himself inside her. Clemente held April's legs in the air, which forced her ass up off the ground. After slowly adjusting himself, finding a good position, Clemente started to pump in and out of April again.

April looked up at Clemente, who was staring at her face as he fucked her. April smiled. Clemente was strong and powerful, she could feel it in his hands and in his thrusts. At the same time, though, he was gentle and tender. He handled her in a strong way, but never with too much force. It always felt like just enough force for April to know who was leading her, but not enough to cause her discomfort or pain. 

Clemente smiled down at April. When he had first felt April's cock, he had been unsure of what to do. His mind had changed when April said she was a woman. There was something in her voice, a truth behind it that he could not deny. Fucking her now, feeling himself inside her and looking down at her, he was sure that she was a woman as well. He knew it, in his groin, in his eyes and in his heart, despite the fact that he could see her cock bouncing up and down between her legs. April was a woman, and Clemente was enjoying having sex with her.

May told Esteban and Domingo to stand up. She positioned them facing each other, just inches away from touching. The two men were uncomfortable being placed so close to the other naked man, but when May reached down and took both their cocks in her mouth at the same time, their discomfort passed quickly. Despite the fact that the men could feel the other man's cock rubbing up against theirs as May moved her mouth up and down and around the two hard dicks, neither Domingo and Esteban cared. They were just enjoying having female attention for the first time in months. 

The fact that May had a cock between her legs didn't bother them either, for when the men looked down at her face, they saw the face of a feminine, beautiful woman.

May let Domingo's cock drop from her mouth, and tried to concentrate on sucking on Esteban. Domingo was jealous, though, wanting his cock to have equal attention. He grabbed his dick, and started slapping it against May's face. May dropped Esteban's cock to take care of Domingo's dick, and Esteban aped Domingo's trick, slapping his hard cock against May's face.

May pulled off both men and stuck out her tongue. The two men both slapped their cocks against her tongue, which pleased them for a moment, but not longer than that. 

"You need two mouths," Esteban said, "because we both want to have you sucking us at the same time."

May raised her ass in the air and positioned it towards the two soldiers. "I don't have two mouths, but I do have two holes for you," she said as she stuck a finger in her asshole. Esteban and Domingo looked at each other and smiled.

Clemente leaned forward, placing his hands on the ground and releasing April's legs to rest on his shoulders. April and Clemente's faces were now just inches apart. April craned her neck forward until their lips met. Their lips parted, and their tongues pushed into each other's mouth.

Clemente stuck his arms underneath April's back, cupping her in his strong arms. With one move, he leaned back, lifting April off the ground and lying himself down on the ground. When complete, he had managed for them to shift positions. He was now lying on the ground, my April straddling his waist, his cock still buried in her.

Clemente started to buck his hips up and down, pushing himself in and out of April's ass. April put her hands out onto Clemente's chest, and using his strong chest for support, started to pump herself up and down, adding to Clemente's own thrusting.

A few feet away, Domingo sat down on the log, and May positioned her ass over his hard cock. Domingo held his hard shaft aloft, like a flag poll, as May lowered herself on to it. She pushed her ass down on his cock, slowly her ass swallowing up his member. Once she had pushed herself fully down on Domingo, she leaned forward and took Esteban in her mouth. 

May bounced up and down on Domingo's dick. She could feel her own cock and balls bouncing up and down as she took Domingo in her asshole. Domingo put his hands on May's hips, using his arms to set the pace of her bouncing on his lap.

Esteban's cock pumped in and out of May's mouth. May was too focused on Domingo's cock in her ass to concentrate on Esteban's cock, so she just pursed her lips and let Esteban fuck her face. Esteban grabbed May's head, getting her by a chunk of her hair. With that has a handle, he started to move her head up and down on his cock. May opened her throat, and let Esteban's hard cock fuck her to the depths of her mouth and the back of throat.

On the ground nearby, Clemente let out a long, low moan. "Oh fuck, I am close to coming," he said.

"Come inside me," April said. "Let your cum explode into my pussy!"

"Yes, I'll come in your pussy," Clemente called out. He thrust himself into her ass, raising his hips into the air and lifting April up to the sky. April felt him shutter beneath her, and with that quake Clemente exploded, a stream of cum shooting out of his ass and into April's ass. Clemente was deep inside April, and the cum was buried deep into her ass. Some, though, dribbled down his dick and leaked out of the sides of April's asshole, so that when April pulled herself off Clemente's dick, a few drips of white cum dropped out of her ass and onto Clemente's stomach. 

April lay down beside Clemente, and he took her in his arms. They kissed, eyes locked.

On the other side of the fire pit, Domingo pulled out of May's ass, and May released Esteban's cock from her mouth. Shifting positions, May lay down on the ground and flung her legs over Esteban's shoulders. Esteban grabbed his hard cock and guided it into May's stretched asshole. He pushed inside her, and May moaned with pleasure.

Domingo knelt down beside May's head. May turned her head and took Domingo's cock in her mouth. "I wonder if she can taste her own ass," Domingo asked aloud, but May could not answer, as Domingo shoved his cock fully into her mouth.

Esteban held May's legs in the air as he fucked her ass, while Domingo pulsed himself in and out of her mouth. Esteban really started to pump, leaning forward to give himself for purchase. Soon he was leaning so far forward his face was just inches from Domingo's chest. He looked at Domingo's hard chest and his small BB pellet nipples, and couldn't help himself. Esteban stuck out his tongue and started to lick Domingo's nipple. Domingo didn't say anything, he just started pumping his cock in and out of May's mouth with more foce. Esteban took Domingo's nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it, all the while continuing to fuck May's ass. 

Esteban pulled his mouth away from Domingo's chest, the nipple still between lips. It pulled out slightly, and then snapped out of his mouth and back like an elastic. Domingo moaned with pleasure, and pressed himself deeply into May's mouth. Esteban smiled, and stuck his tongue out again, licking Domingo's nipple.

"Oh fuck," called out Domingo. He pulled his cock from May's mouth and took it in his hand. He stroked it hard, pointing the tip right at May's face. May opened her mouth, ready to receive Domingo's load. Domingo obliged, released waves of thick, white cum, like a thick syrup into May's mouth and onto her chin. May licked up and swallowed what she could of Domingo's semen, making sure to get even the last drops hanging onto the tip of his cock. Domingo, spent, lay down on the ground beside May.

Esteban pulled out of May's ass, and moved up to her face. He grabbed his cock and stroked it. May again opened her mouth, and received another load of cum, this time clear, liquidity and voluminous. May tried to take it all in her mouth before swallowing, but soon found her mouth full while Esteban was still pumping out more cum. She swallowed down the first load, during which time Esteban soaked her closed lips, chin and nose with a load of wet cum before May opened her mouth for a second load. Esteban was able to fill May's mouth half-way up with a second load, which May gladly sucked down. Esteban, tired from the exertion, lay down on the other side of May. The two soldiers and the t-girl caressed each other as they caught their breath.

After the five had all caught their breath, they grabbed their clothes and headed over to Clemente's cabin. Clemente had a small solar-powered shower, and he suggested the girls take a shower.

April jumped into the small shower stall first. May waited outside the stall, while Clemente sat down and chatted with Domingo and Esteban at the other side of the room. The men were speaking in Spanish, but May was able to pick out a few words here and there. After the usual locker room talk about the sex they'd just had, and of course all the men swearing not to tell anyone else about having sex with transsexuals, they started to speak of battle plans. There was talk of attacked on Venezuelan military outposts, nearby oil fields, and talk of raids on drug cartel camps neared the Colombian and Panamanian borders. The eventual plans, it seemed based on what May could understand, was to control the oil fields of Venezuela and the drug fields of Colombia.

After May had her shower, April, May and the soldiers sat around and shared a joint. The soldiers, after a hard day of working in the sun and a hard night of exerting themselves in the mouths and asses of the sexy trannies, quickly fell asleep. It gave April and May the chance their needed. As the men slept, the two grabbed Clemente's satellite phone and placed a call, via a secure number and a number of telephonic relays, in case Clemente got wise to them having used the phone and tried to figure out who they called. 

On the other end, Jarvis Cleethorpe, filling in for Black Oak who was already home and in bed at that time of night, took their update. He suggested that they hold tight and try and collect more information. In the meantime, the CIA would try and figure out where they were by trying to get a triangulation on the signal from the satellite phone. "Good work, girls," Jarvis said, signing off. 

April and May smiled at each other, and returned Clemente's phone to the hut. Then they lay down and fell asleep beside the three soldiers.

* * 

"Wake up, wake up!" the soldier shouted out, banging on the door of Colonel Clemente's hut. 

Clemente came to the door looking tired and grumpy. "What is it," he asked, a hard stare to the junior member of his force who had banged on his door so early in the morning.

"Sorry, sir, to disturb you, but the weapons shipment has arrived. They are just pulling into the camp," the soldier said. Clemente looked out the door, and saw a number of trucks arriving. 

"Good, good. I'll be out in a moment," Clemente said, and went to close the door. He was stopped.

"It is more than that, sir. They have a prisoner. A gringo spy," the soldier said.

Clemente opened the door and looked at the trucks arriving. He raised an eyebrow. "Let me grab a shirt and some pants," he said. The door to his cabin shut, and then flung open less than 20 seconds later. Clemente came out, followed a few seconds later by Esteban and Domingo, both of the men still pulling shirts on over their torsos. The men marched towards the first truck that had pulled into camp, out of which the driver and passenger were just climbing.

Everyone in camp had turned their attention to the trucks, and Clemente moving towards them, so no one noticed when April and May walked out of Clemente's hut, both girls wearing a olive-green t-shirts and baggy fatigues, much to large for either of them. The two girls watched as Clemente greeted the passenger from the first truck.

"Compañero Fausto, how are you?" Clemente asked the passenger, reaching out his hand for a handshake.

The passenger, Fausto, reached out his hand and grasped Clemente's hand. "I am good, Compañero Clemente. The shipment has arrived, complete, with only a small issue."

"The gringo spy?" Clemente asked.

Fausto nodded. "Yes, we caught him a few days ago following us. He has not spoken, yet. He is a hard one to break."

Clemente nodded. "Let us see him," he said.

Fausto motioned to a couple of guards, who went back to one of the trucks and climbed in the back. A moment later the pushed someone out of the back of the truck. The man, whose legs and arms were bound, fell to the ground, unable to gain his balance. The guards jumped down from the back of the truck and grabbed him, dragging him forward towards Clemente and Fausto. Once beside the two men, the guards dropped the man on the ground. The man struggled to his knees, and looked up.

"The gringo spy," Fausto said. Clemente nodded, and then stared at the man. Everyone in camp watched Clemente to see what he would do to the spy. 

Everyone, that is, except April and May. They looked at each other as soon as they had seen the man's face. For they were the only ones in the camp who knew who he was.

Agent Robert Chambers of the Central Intelligence Agency. 



Code Name Tequila Ch. 17



"I bought you something," Carlos said, holding up a bag as he walked into Ria's hotel room.

"Really," Ria replied, closing the door behind Carlos. "What is it?"

Carlos reached into the bag and pulled out a slinky black dress. Carlos held it up and let the fabric fall. Ria could see that the dress would be tight and short and showing ample cleavage.

"Very nice," Ria said. "It'll look good when I wear it out on dates with my many male admirers."

Carlos' shoulders slumped. "Come on, Butterfly. Don't play games with me. I'm the only one for you, right?"

Ria put her hands on her hips and laughed. "Oh sure, and I suppose I am the only girl for you, right?"

Carlos smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Okay, how about a least tonight you be the only girl for me, and I will be the only guy for you. One night only." He held out the dress.

"Oh, I don't know," Ria said playfully. "Seems like you think I am at your beck and call. I might have better plans tonight, you know. You can't just assume if you sweep in at the last minute holding a dress..."

"...expensive, designer dress," Carlos said, holding up the label so Ria could see it was a Marc Jacobs.

"...alright, an expensive, designer dress. That still doesn't guarantee you a date with me. I'm very in demand," Ria said.

Carlos sighed. "Come on, Butterfly. It'll be a fun party, and besides we have work to do there," Carlos said, as he handed Ria the dress.

Ria let her hand run over the silky material. "What work?" she asked.

"Fernandez will be at the party, and rumour is that he is planning on meeting up with Aguila Roja, or at least one of the other top aides for the Aguila Roja. We need to keep an eye on him, and I think that two eyes are better than one. I can try to keep an eye on Fernandez alone, but often I get distracted because I have to speak to my fans."

Ria rolled her eyes. "Distracted by your fans. Classic. You're arrogance really knows no bounds, does it?"

"What arrogance? I speak simply the truth. To maintain my cover as a playboy racing car driver, I need to make sure I bask in the adoration of my fan base. To do anything else would make it appear that I am not who I say I am. I cannot risk my cover," Carlos said. "With you there, while I am maintaining my cover and can't keep my eye on Fernandez, you can fill in for me. See, we make a perfect team!"

Ria laughed. "Okay, fine. I will attend the party with you, but only because it advances are case, and not because I find you in any way attractive." Ria winked at Carlos.

Carlos brought his hand to his heart and made a hurt face in mock horror. "Oh, why do you have to break my heart, my sweet Butterfly?"

"Alright, enough playing around. Turn around so I can change," Ria said.

Carlos raised his eyebrows. "What, turn around? Why? I have seen you naked before," he said.

Ria let her jaw drop. "My goodness, Carlos. Is that the way your mother taught you to treat a lady. It doesn't matter what you have seen before. What is important is that you do you upmost to maintain respect for me."

Carlos smiled and turned. Ria slipped out of the casual shirt and jeans she was wearing, and pulled on the Marc Jacobs black dress. The dress showed off her tanned bare arms, and was low cut to reveal the curves of her beautiful bosom. The hem hugged her legs two inches below her bottom. She pulled the hem down slightly, noting to herself that she would have to be careful getting in and out of cars. 

Ria checked herself out in the mirror, and satisfied with the results, said to Carlos, "The dress fits. Okay, you can turn around now. Where is this party?" She asked.

Carlos just stood silently, mouth agape, taking in the image of the beautiful woman in front of him. Even though Ria hadn't done her make up and hair yet, and she was wearing the incorrect bra for the dress so that her straps were showing, she looked stunning.

Ria took a step forward and snapped her fingers, breaking Carlos out of the trance he was in. "Carlos, pay attention, where is the party?"

"The San Cristobal Tower. It's a nice, five star hotel. Not far from here. About a ten minute drive. I have arranged for a car to come and pick us up in an hour and half. Will that give you enough time to get ready?" Carlos asked.

"Yes, shouldn't be a problem." Ria put her hand on Carlos' back and directed him to the door of her hotel room. Opening the door she said, "So I will meet you downstairs in an hour and half."

With a gentle push, Carlos found himself outside of Ria's room. "See you soon," Ria said, shutting the door. 

Carlos sighed, the image of Ria in the black dress still fresh in his mind. "I think it won't be my fans that will be distracting me from working tonight," he said to himself as he walked down the hall. "Rather, I think it will be my date."

* * * A little under two hours later, on walking into the ballroom of the San Cristobal Tower, it wasn't Carlos who was distracted suddenly, but all the guests already at the party.

Carlos was dressed in a sharply pressed black tuxedo. Clean shaven with just a touch of gel in his hair, sweeping his dark black hair back. Carlos paused to adjust the cuffs of his crisp white tuxedo shirt before turning around and putting out his arm for his date.

Ria walked into the ballroom, and all eyes went from Carlos to Ria. The tight black dress managed to be both sophisticated and sexy at the same time, showing off Ria's curvaceous body while still leaving much to the imagination. Her makeup was natural and subdued, though her lips were painted with a bright red, plumping them up into a sexy pout. Her dark hair was teased out and fell loosely over her bare shoulders.

Ria grasped Carlos arm, and they walked into the party. Gradually the party goers went back to their conversations, drinks and finger foods, and all the eyes turned away from Carlos and Ria.

Carlos reached into the breast pocket of his tuxedo and pulled out his iPhone. He typed away sending a quick message, and after it was sent, moved to put the phone back into his tuxedo. Ria watched as Carlos struggled getting the phone in.

"Having trouble," she asked.

Carlos nodded. "The pocket on this tuxedo was not made to hold a smart phone," he said, laughing. 

"Do you want me to carry it," Ria asked, holding up the small clutch she was holding. It wasn't large, but there was enough room to fit in the iPhone.

Carlos nodded, and handed Ria the phone. As Ria put the phone away, Carlos surveyed the room.

"There is Fernandez over there," Carlos said, nodding towards a group of people near the centre of the room. Fernandez was standing with Simon Correa, one of the other drivers on the Cabo Blanco Racing Team and Marisa, one of the other girls who was a Cabo Blanco Ambassador.

Carlos and Ria were about to make their way over towards Fernandez when Carlos felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Rodrigo Tabernas, owner of the racing team.

"Rodrigo, how are you?" Carlos asked.

"Fine, thank you Carlos. How are you?" Rodrigo asked.

"Good, good. You remember Ria?" Carlos asked, turning towards Ria.

"Yes, of course, Ms. Ortega. How are you this evening?" Rodrigo asked. His voice was neither cold nor warm. He was almost mechanical in his delivery, like a man just going through the motions of proper civil conversation.

"I'm fine, Mr. Tabernas," Ria said.

Tabernas nodded and put his hand on Carlos' arm. "Can I speak with you Carlos, regarding strategy for the race on Sunday?" he asked.

Carlos nodded, and then turned to Ria. "Will you please excuse me for a moment?" Carlos nodded over towards Fernandez. "Why don't you go and say hello to your friend Marisa, and Mr. Fernandez as well."

Ria nodded. Carlos and Tabernas walked off to find a quiet corner to discuss racing strategy, so Ria turned and walked over to the group containing Fernandez, Simon Correa and Marisa.

Marisa turned and saw Ria approach. She smiled. "Ria, how are you? I'm surprised to see you here," she said, reaching out and giving Ria a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Carlos brought me as his date," Ria said, nodding over towards Carlos and Tabernas speaking.

Marisa nodded. "Fantastic. Simon was nice enough to invite me to accompany him," Marisa said, putting a hand on Simon's arm. Simon smiled, and then leaned over to give Ria a kiss on the cheek as a greeting.

Ria turned towards Fernandez. He leaned forward and gave Ria a kiss on the cheek. "Hello Ria. Good to see you here. We were just discussing some of the events we have planned for Simon this weekend. As you know, he is a local to Santiago, and the media is very interested in hearing from him."

Simon blushed and looked down, making the boyish-faced Chilean appear even younger than he normally did.

A waiter appeared beside Ria holding a tray of champagne flutes. "A drink, ma'am?" he asked. Ria nodded and took a glass of bubbly. She sipped it, letting the sweet bubbles break on her tongue.

The conversation continued, with Fernandez and Simon discussing details of his appearances for the next two days in the lead up to Sunday's race. Ria took the opportunity to scan the room.

A few groups over she saw Jorge Ortiz, the racing leagues Latin American advisor and potential Colombia presidential candidate. Ortiz was talking to Walter Clark, the nominal owner of the racing league, and his wife Lynda.

Near the bar, surrounded by a bunch of young, beautiful women, was Kasper Ahlstad, the third Cabo Blanco racing car driver. He was telling a story which had the women captivated, though they could have just been captivated by his good looks and the fact he was a race car driver as well.

Walking between the bar and towards Rodrigo and Carlos was Isabella, the woman who was in charge of the Cabo Blanco Ambassador program, of which Ria and Marisa were part. Isabella reached Rodrigo and Carlos. Carlos greeted Isabella with a kiss on the cheek. Isabella leaned in close to Rodrigo, and he put an arm around her waist. 

Ria raised an eyebrow as Tabernas pulled Isabella close to his side. Ria glanced over at Marisa, who was also watching the action between Isabella and Rodrigo Tabernas closely. Ria knew that Marisa and Isabella were involved in some sort of relationship, so Ria was not surprised to see Marisa watching Isabella. Ria did not, however, catch any looks of despair or jealousy on Marisa's face, simply a look of curiosity. After speaking for a few moments, Carlos walked away from Rodrigo and Isabella, and approached Ria. Fernandez glanced over at Carlos as he approached, and then Fernandez looked past Carlos towards Rodrigo and Isabella. "Will you excuse me," Fernandez said. Marisa, Simon and Ria all nodded, and Fernandez turned and walked away. He reached Carlos, greeted him with a quick handshake and word, and then quickly moved on towards Isabella and Rodrigo. Carlos watched him walk towards the two, and then turned and approached Ria, who was still standing with Marisa and Simon.

Carlos greeted Simon and Marisa, and after a minute of small talk, Carlos put a hand on Ria's back. "I see you already have a drink, but I could use something. Would you accompany me to the bar?" he asked. Ria nodded, and the two excused themselves from Simon and Marisa.

Ria looked over her shoulder, spying Marisa looking intently at Fernandez, Isabella and Tabernas speaking. Once they were out of ear shot, Carlos leaned close to Ria. "Isabella was in quite a hurry to move me away from speaking to Tabernas," he said.

Ria nodded. "And Fernandez was very quick to move over to fill the void."

Carlos and Ria reached the bar. Carlos ordered a sparkling water with lime, and turned to Ria. "Tabernas has always been a prime suspect to be the Aguila Roja," he said softly. "It's possible that Isabella acts as a personal assistant for him."

Carlos and Ria stood at the bar, watching as Fernandez and Tabernas had an animated discussion. After a minute of Tabernas gesturing excitedly and Fernandez looking at the ground sheepishly, answering Tabernas' questions with only the briefest of answers, the two men separated. Fernandez walked out of the room, his face ashen white and looking queasy. Tabernas walked with Isabella over to a corner of the ballroom where they started to talk quietly to each other.

"I'll go and check on Fernandez, you keep an eye on Tabernas," Carlos said, turning to follow Fernandez out of the room.

Ria grabbed a glass of champagne from the bar and walked over towards the centre of the room to get a better view of Tabernas and Isabella. Ria watched as Rodrigo Tabernas spoke at Isabella. Isabella simply nodded and occasionally typed something into her smart phone.

"Well, Hello little missy," Ria heard from behind her at the same time she felt a hand upon her upper arm. Ria turned to see Piston Clark, the CEO of the Pan-American racing series, smiling at her. Standing beside Clark was Jorge Ortiz. Ortiz nodded a greeting at Ria.

"Hello there Mr. Clark and Mr. Ortiz," Ria said.

"Please, call me Piston," Clark said. "Doesn't seem right that an old grease monkey like me would be called Mister anything. Are you having a good time at our party tonight?"

Ria nodded vigorously. "Oh yes, it was very nice of Carlos to invite me along. It's not often that I get a chance to drink champagne in a five-star hotel's ballroom."

Ortiz and Clark chuckled. Clark swept his hand broadly to indicate the ballroom. "Yeah, its quite glamorous, isn't it. Part of glamour of running an international racing series. If I was to be completely honest with you, I'd much prefer a bar with sawdust on the floor and a nice cold bottle of beer over plush carpets and champagne, but you learn to live with it. What about you, Ortiz? You a plush carpets kind of guy, or more of a sawdust and beer bar fly?"

Ortiz smiled and shook his head. "I am afraid that neither appeals much to me. I'd rather be in my office getting some work done, actually, but realize the importance of events like this to the promotion of the racing series."

Clark laughed out loud. "There you go, always wanting to work. I've never seen anyone so obsessed with working! Your brain is always running in business mode, isn't it? That's why you'll be Colombia's president some day. There's no way anyone running against you could put in the hours of campaigning you will."

Ortiz blushed slightly. "I just want to see the best for everything I believe in, whether it be my country or my businesses," Ortiz said. "Which reminds me, I was contacted by the Peruvian minister of the environment earlier today. There are concerns about the carbon footprint for the race scheduled in Lima later in the year. We need to provide them with some information about how we offset the emissions of the entire league. I'd like to schedule you, Piston, for some appearances next week on Peruvian television."

Clark turned to Ria and laughed. "What did I tell you! Here we are at a party, and he is trying to slip in more work."

Ria smiled, and then took a sip of her champagne. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Fernandez had come back in the room and rejoined Isabella and Tabernas. They shared a few quick words, and turned and started to approach her, Ortiz and Clark. Ria quickly glanced over her shoulder and saw that Carlos was moving towards her group as well.

When about ten feet away, Fernandez and Isabella paused as Tabernas continued strolling towards Ria, Ortiz and Clark. Ortiz and Clark saw Tabernas approaching, and turned to greet him. 

After a few quick words of greeting, Tabernas turned to Clark. "Piston, do you mind if I pull you away?"

"Absolutely. Anything to get me away from the work-aholic here!" Clark said, motioning towards Ortiz. "If I stand here any longer, he'll probably start reviewing the books with me."

Clark and Tabernas walked away from the group just as Carlos arrived, leaving Ria, Carlos and Ortiz in a group. Carlos and Ortiz greeted each other warmly.

"It is good to see you, Jorge," Carlos said. "Have you had any news from home? I read in El Tiempo that Santos dos Torres has been pressing hard for an increase in military spending as a show of force against Venezuela."

Ortiz nodded. "Yes, we must be vigilant against Santos dos Torres desires for a stronger military and stronger powers for the military. He is slowly slipping our country towards the right," Ortiz said. He looked at Ria, and could see the confusion on her face. "General Santos dos Torres is preparing to run for president of Colombia, and he is very nationalistic and right-wing. He wants to strength the borders of Colombia and close ourselves off to our neighbours."

Ria nodded. "You don't agree with his policy?" she asked.

Ortiz shook his head. "Personally, I think that by combining the strength of the nations of Latin America we can truly be on equal footing with the other political powers. A combined Latin American voice would have power that would rival the USA, Russia, China and the Euro-zone."

Carlos gripped Ortiz's shoulder. "Well, with you as our presidential candidate, I am sure that we can beat Santos dos Torres and bring about your vision," he said.

Ortiz smiled. "We shall see, but don't jump ahead of yourself, Carlos. I haven't announced any desire to run, nor been nominated yet."

Carlos winked at Ortiz, "only a matter of time, I hope!"

Ortiz stayed quietly, simply raising an eyebrow in response. 

Isabella walked over to Ortiz, Carlos and Ria. She smiled and nodded at the group. "Excuse my intrusion, but Carlos I was speaking to some VIPs earlier from the tire company. They'd love if they could get a photo and a few words with you."

Carlos nodded. "Of course, of course." 

Carlos turned to leave, but Isabella stood still. "Actually, Ria, would you mind joining us as well? They were commenting how nice it would be to have some of the Cabo Blanco Ambassadors in the photos. If you don't mind, I'll collect up Marisa and the two of you and Carlos can pose for the photos."

Ria smiled and nodded, and bidding adieu to Ortiz, walked with Isabella and Carlos away from Ortiz. They walked for about 20 feet before Isabella turned and stopped them. "I'll just run and grab Marisa," Isabella said. "You wait here."

Isabella rushed off towards the spot in the ballroom where Marisa was, leaving Carlos and Ria alone. They turned back to see that as soon as they had left, Fernandez had walked over to speak with Ortiz. The two men were leaning closely together, engaged in an intense conversation.

"Convenient how Clark, you and I were peeled away from Ortiz so quickly, allowing Fernandez to speak to him," Ria said.

Carlos shook his head. "No, I think it is just a coincidence," Carlos said. "I don't think Ortiz is involved with the Aguila Roja business. He is a popular politician and from what I can see an honest man who had a lot of integrity. I don't think he would get involved in anything so illegal."

Ria looked at Carlos. "I don't know. I overheard him and Clark talking last week, and I think Ortiz may know more than you think."

Carlos shook his head sternly. "No, it is not possible. Ortiz is honest, I know him well, and I know he is not involved in anything illegal."

Isabella returned with Marisa, and Carlos joined them walking towards the group of tire company executives. Ria took one last look at Ortiz and Fernandez. Ortiz had his hand on Fernandez's shoulder. Ortiz was smiling and nodding, and Fernandez, who had looked nervous and uncomfortable after speaking to Tabernas, had the colour back in his face and a relived look on his face.

The tire executives were quite drunk, and conversation with them and Carlos mainly existed of them slurring about how great it must be to drive fast cars and fuck beautiful women. Ria and Marisa had more than a few pinched asses and groped breasts as pictures of various poses were taken. After 10 minutes of picture taking, culminating with Ria having the tire company CFO's tongue in her ear, the group broke up after the Executive Vice President of Marketing threw up onto the carpet.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 17



Extracting themselves from the deteriorating situation, Isabella, Carlos, Marisa and Ria regrouped halfway across the room. Isabella, red with embarrassment, apologized for the behaviour of the VIPs. "I am so sorry," she said. "Usually the VIPs act nicely, but those men obviously had taken too much advantage of the free bar."

Carlos shook his head. "The worst thing is that their tires are shit. We are going to drop them next year and pick up a new supplier who can make tires that actually grip the racing surface. Ah well, all part of the job, I guess."

Isabella smiled and put a hand on Carlos' arm. "Thank you," she said, relived that Carlos seemed not to be too bothered.

Apologies complete, the four stood silently for a moment as conversation flagged. Ria took the opportunity the gap in conversation provided to survey the room. Ortiz had disappeared. Piston Clark was with his wife Lynda, and they were speaking to some television executives. Tabernas was in a group of people that included Simon Correa, one of the other drivers for the team and Marisa's date. Fernandez had joined the Cabo Blanco team's third driver Kasper at the bar, and was speaking to some of the beautiful young women who seemed to be constantly flocking around Kasper.

Ria turned back to her foursome. Isabella was scanning the room intently. Carlos was looking over at Fernandez at the bar. Marisa was watching Isabella, and seeing where she was looking.

Isabella finally broke the silence. "Well, I think I'm going to go to the toilet," she said, walking away quickly towards the ballroom exit.

Marisa turned and nodded. "Yes, I think I will as well." She strode off towards the exiting, following Isabella out the door.

Carlos put his hand on the small of Ria's back. He gestured with his head over towards the bar where Fernandez was. "What do you say we go and get a drink," he asked. Ria nodded, and the two strode over towards the bar.

As Ria and Carlos approached the bar, they watched as Fernandez downed two shots of Cabo Blanco's high end Platinum Tequila in quick succession. Fernandez, placing his empty glasses on the bar, turned to Kasper Ahlstad and the bevy of beauties that surrounded him.

"Can I buy you ladies a drink?" Fernandez asked. "I'm the Chief Operating Officer at Cabo Blanco Tequila, and I'd be happy to offer you ladies some of our nicest tequilas."

A couple of the gaggle of ladies turned away from the race car driver and towards Fernandez. "COO. That sounds like a very important job," said a thin, blonde woman, probably no more than 21.

"Yes, and in such an interesting industry," said the second girl, a dark skinned brunette with a large set of breasts almost spilling out of her low cut dress.

"Three Platinums. Make them doubles," Fernandez said, turning to the bartender. The bartender nodded silently and poured the three-ounce shots.

Ria and Carlos stood behind Fernandez at the bar, and eavesdropped as he regaled the girls with stories of the glamour and glory of being an executive at a distiller. The girls became more and more interested in Fernandez (and more physically affectionate) as he talked about the private jets, fast cars, glamorous parties and star-studded events that he jetted between. While Carlos sipped a club soda and Ria nursed a single glass of champagne, Fernandez, the blonde and the brunette shot their way through a bottle of one of the most expensive tequilas on the market, most of it going down Fernandez's throat.

With the bottle drained and the girls sufficiently enticed by Fernandez's stories of his lifestyle of riches and fame, Fernandez laid out the question he'd been wanting to ask all along. "So, are you girls interested in coming upstairs and seeing my suite. It has a Jacuzzi tube and private bar."

The girls looked at each other and smiled. "Sure, that sounds fun. But we don't have our swimsuits with us," the blonde said, mischievously.

Fernandez smiled. "Is that a problem," he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The brunette put a hand on his chest. "I don't think it's a problem at all."

Fernandez wrapped his arms around the women. "Good. I don't believe in problems anyway. Did you know in Chinese, the word for problem is the same word for opportunity? And it sounds like we have an excellent opportunity for some fun."

The girls laughed, and guided by Fernandez's hand on their backs, they left the ballroom.

Carlos and Ria watched them leave. "Should we follow," asked Ria.

Carlos shook his head. "No, we know where he'll be. Doubt much is going to happen that is of interest to our investigation." Carlos leaned back and sipped his club soda. As Carlos had to be out on the track bright and early tomorrow, he was laying off alcohol for the night. The looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment, then turned to Ria. "Is that true, what Fernandez said, about the Chinese word for problem and opportunity being the same?"

Ria, a bit of an amateur linguist, shook her head. "No exactly. I don't know much Chinese, but I do know that that commonly repeat axiom isn't really true. The word for crisis is made up of two parts, and those syllables can also be found in the words for danger and opportunity. It isn't strictly true to say that the words are the same."

Carlos nodded. "It is kind of true, though, that a crisis is often an opportunity for change."

Ria took a sip of champagne and contemplated the concept. For her, this was certainly true. The opportunity to get out of a menial job in Mexico, make a significant financial gain, travel and world and gain the freedom to set a new path had been offered her by the CIA. However, she isn't sure she would have taken it if she had known that she would have been hunted by assassins and have been involved in a high speed chase and car crash. Not taking the opportunity would have meant that she wouldn't have gotten to know Carlos.

Ria smiled at the thought of Carlos, but then was taken aback when her mind quickly wandered and thought of Robert Chambers instead. She noted that happened frequently, in quiet moments when her mind wandered Robert Chambers, the CIA agent who trained her, would jump into her mind. She hadn't seen him in almost two months now, and yet he still found a way into her subconscious.

"You've been quiet for a bit, what are you thinking?" Carlos asked, breaking Ria from her stupor.

Ria stammered. She didn't want to tell Carlos about Chambers, so instead she decided to focus back on their work as spies. Looking around to make sure no-one was listening, she said softly, "the identity of the Aguila Roja. Obviously Tabernas seems a very likely candidate, but I can't help shaking the feeling that Ortiz could be more involved than you think. After all, did you see the way that Fernandez was agitated earlier, and it was only in speaking to Ortiz that he seemed calmed. We know that the Aguila Roja can inspire fear. We have to also assume that he can reassure his nervous workers as well."

Carlos flushed. "Impossible. I don't know why you would think that. Jorge Ortiz and everything he stands for flies into the face of the Aguila Roja. Ortiz wants to bring together the countries of South America and lift us up out of poverty and slavery to drug cartels. The Aguila Roja is the poster child for someone wanting to keep us enslaved to the supply chain for illegal drugs. There is no possibility."

Ria, seeing how animated Carlos had become, dropped the subject. She wasn't convinced though. Ortiz was surrounded by people tainted by illegal activity, and yet somehow managed to stay so clean and above suspicion. It seemed too convenient.

"I am going to go and get some air," Carlos said, obviously still wound up by the discussion. He got a refill on his club soda, and stomped out of the room.

Ria was left standing alone. She thought about following Carlos and apologising, but decided it would be best to let him cool down first. Instead, she walked out of the ballroom and found a quiet corner of the hotel lobby. She reached into the small purse she was carrying and felt Carlos' iPhone. Taking it out, she unlocked it with Carlos' unlock code (the birthday of his nephew), and pulled up the internet browser. She typed in the special secure address she had memorized for the CIA's intelligence database, and typed in the name "Jorge Ortiz."

Ria read through the information on Ortiz. Some of it she already knew, some was new. Jorge Ortiz was born in Bogota in 1957, the son of parents who were leftist intellectuals. His parents taught at a local university and were active in socialist political causes, and Ortiz followed suit, becoming a vocal advocate for a socialist Colombia while attending University City campus of the National University of Colombia. This attracted the attention of the Colombia security forces, and a file was started on him, joining the files already existing on his parents. These files formed the basis of the information that the CIA had on Ortiz as a youth and young university student.

Showing an incredible work ethic and high intellect, Ortiz won a scholarship to attend Stanford University in Palo Alto, California in 1976. It is here that the CIA's own files take over the story. At first Ortiz was still a strong leftist, and hung out mostly with the other Political Science students with a leftist bent. One of the students was an FBI plant, who collected information on all the students in the leftist groups, including Ortiz.

Ortiz's outlook slowly changed though as he learnt more and more about the USA. Though it wasn't perfect, Ortiz saw that democracy and free market economics did more to lift people out of poverty than communism. Ortiz shifted his studies from Political Science to economics and business.

It was the oil crisis of 1979 that really shifted Ortiz's politics, though. He knew that South America was resource rich, including oil reserves, and that as the rich countries of North America and started running out of resources, countries like Colombia would become more and more powerful. Ortiz started to gather a group of like minded Latin American students together, a group with the stated aim to remake Latin America into a world power not through armed revolution but rather through economic policy, resource management and development of a solid environment for business to flourish.

Ortiz graduated with a triple-major in Politics, Business and Economics, and then attended the Harvard School of Business in Massachusetts. He graduated two years later with an MBA as one of the top students in the class.

Ortiz returned to Colombia where he set up a think-tank, lobbying organisation and venture capital company. He would lobby governments across the Americas, getting them to adopt pro-business and liberal trading policies, and then fund companies to take advantage of the policies. He spent a lot of time in Washington gaining support for more liberal trade policies with Latin America, allowing companies ship processed goods into the huge American market.

His involvement in the Pan American racing league had surprised almost every observer. Ortiz merely said that he felt that sport, like business and politics, had a role to play in building a united and prosperous Central and South America, and thus he wanted to see the league succeed.

Ria leaned back to digest the information. While Ortiz had obviously become quite rich and powerful, the files indicated that he wasn't ruthless in business, and would often chose to pursue policies and fund businesses to maximise the unity in the Americas above maximising profits. She had to agree with Carlos, Ortiz didn't seem like someone who would foster a drug trade and terror organisation just for profit. In addition, Ria knew that the Aguila Roja had been operating in Mexico when she was a child. Ortiz had never lived in Mexico. At that time, Ortiz would have been working on getting his think-tank going in Colombia.

On the other hand, Ria couldn't declare Ortiz squeaky clean either. He was mysteriously involved in the Pan Am racing league, which she knew was run by the Aguila Roja. More than that, Piston had admitted to Ria that Ortiz basically run the entire racing league. Ortiz must know who he is working for.

Finally, it was obvious from what she and Carlos had seen over the past couple of weeks as they followed around Fernandez that Aguila Roja was up to something larger than just drug and arms running. Until she and Carlos could uncover the Aguila Roja's plan, she wasn't prepared to dismiss anyone as being suspect.

- - -

Fernandez, the blonde and the brunette were naked in the hot tub. While bubbles covered their bodies, they explored each other with their hands. Fernandez had one hand on one of the large breasts of the brunette, his other hand stroking the pussy lips of the blonde. The blonde had Fernandez's hard cock in her right hand, and her left hand was buried up to the knuckles in the brunette's pussy. The brunette was massaging Fernandez's balls with one hand, and rubbing the nipples of the blonde with the other.

The Jacuzzi tub was a large bathing area of the massive hotel suite. Just outside the door of the bathing area was a main sitting room with a bar, dining area and two couches. Beyond that was a bedroom with a king sized bed. Fernandez and the two girls had come up to the room, had a quick drink and stripped to get into the tub. They had been playing around with each other for about 15 minutes, and Fernandez could feel that he need to move to the next stage.

"I've had a shit day, but you girls have really brightened it up," he said. "How about you make it even better and we get out of this hot tub and into the bedroom where I can fuck you."

The girls just giggled. If Fernandez could have read their minds, he would have known that neither girls was actually all that interested in him physically, but both were attracted to him as a man that had money and power, and as a man of wealth and power could give them some of that as well.

Fernandez stood up and exited the hot tub. As he towelled off, the two girls sat on the side of the tub and put on a show for him, French kissing while their hands explored each other's wet pussies. The blonde was especially vigorous with her hand, pulsing it in and out of the brunette's pussy, burying four fingers into her wet slit.

"Oh, looks like somebody wants to get fisted," Fernandez said. "Let's get into the bedroom and get five fingers into that wide cunt."

Fernandez led the girls into the bedroom. The brunette lay down on the bed and bent her legs, opening her pussy wide. Fernandez sat on the bed and watched as the blonde inserted her hand into the brunette's pussy. She pushed her hand slowly forward and the pussy swallowed her up. First the tips of her fingers disappeared, then up to her knuckles, then the main part of her hand until it was buried in her cunt up to the wrist.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," Fernandez said. The brunette moaned loudly. The blonde started to thrust her hand in and out of the brunette's pussy. Fernandez watched, noting that the blonde's hand was now covered with a thin, glossy liquid.

Fernandez stood up and grabbed the blonde, tossing her onto her back on the bed. He climbed on top of her and inserted his cock into her pussy. The blonde moaned and wrapped her arms around Fernandez's neck. He started to push himself in and out of her.

The brunette lay on her back underneath Fernandez, the top of her head pressed up against the blonde's crotch. The brunette stuck out her tongue and started to lick Fernandez's balls and asshole as he pressed in and out of the blonde's pussy. Fernandez started to slow his pace, allowing the brunette's tongue ample time to bathe his sack and plunge into his asshole.

Fernandez pulled out of the blonde and stuck his dick into the mouth of the brunette. She sucked on it, able to taste the pussy juice from the blonde just dripping down the shaft of Fernandez's cock.

"I want to fuck that big wide pussy," Fernandez said to the brunette. The brunette lay on the bed on her back and spread her legs. Fernandez climbed between them and pushed himself into her cunt. Despite just having had a full fist inside her, the brunette's pussy was pleasingly tight for Fernandez. "Wow, you pussy lips must be made of rubber bands to open so wide and still be able to grip onto my cock so tight."

"Maybe your cock is just as big as a fist," the brunette said. Fernandez laughed and pushed deeper into her.

The blonde straddled the brunette's face and lowered her pussy down onto her mouth. The brunette responded by lapping at the wet pussy and hard clit. The blonde grabbed the brunette by the top of her hair and started to guide her licking. Soon the brunette was feverishly licking and sucking on the blonde's clit, while at the same time grinding her hips against Fernandez's cock.

The brunette's tongue was skilled, and the blonde quickly came to climax. She reached out, steadying herself against the wall of the bedroom as her body shook with orgasmic energy. The brunette could feel the muscle spasms across her face, and smiled knowing that she had brought such pleasure to the cute, thin blonde.

The brunette's pussy was skilled as well, along with the shake of her hips. Fernandez couldn't last much longer either. He pulled out right before climax, and jerking himself off for the last few strokes, shot a load of cum onto the belly of the brunette and the back of the blonde, who was still straddling the brunette's face as her body completed the last few shivers of orgasm.

Fernandez lay back on the bed, allowing himself time to recover. While he let his energy recharge, he watched as the two girls busied themselves with each other's bodies. Fernandez enjoyed watching the girls explore each other with their tongues.

It was making up for what had otherwise been a lousy and stressful day.

- - -

Carlos stood outside the hotel, looking up into the dark sky. Ria's questioning of Ortiz had angered him. He shouldn't have let it do so, but he knew in his heart that Ortiz was a good man. He provided hope for a better future for Colombia. Hope was something that was often lacking in Colombian politics, and Carlos, along with many other Colombians, were excited by the prospect of a better and fairer tomorrow. Ortiz was a fresh wind blowing through the corrupt and crooked political system.

Carlos knew, though, that he shouldn't have expected Ria to know all that. He knew Ria wasn't a full CIA agent, just a plant put in place to gather some intel. He doubted that the CIA would have expected her to provide any information, let alone take it upon herself to investigate the Aguila Roja as she had. Because of that, she wouldn't have been briefed with full details on the politics of every South American country, and Carlos had been up in Mexico and the USA enough to know that coverage of politics from the South was non-existent.

These thoughts cooled Carlos down. His blood boiling less, he decided to go and find Ria and apologise. He turned around and walked back into the lobby of the hotel.

Ria was so engrossed in the information on Ortiz that she did not hear Carlos come up behind her. Carlos leaned over the chair to see Ria reading a page which was headed with a picture of Ortiz.

"What are you doing?" Carlos asked, grabbing the phone. He surveyed the information on the page. "Researching Ortiz! Honestly, why do you persist in this? Ortiz is a good man, and would not... could not be the Aguila Roja. That is it," Carlos said, put the phone in his pants pocket. "We know that Fernandez knows the identity of the Aguila Roja. Let's just go and get it out of him."

Carlos walked briskly across the lobby towards the elevators. Ria jumped up, calling after him. "Carlos, be sensible. You have worked so hard for two years on this. Don't jeopardize that by doing something rash."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 17



Carlos would not be stopped, though. Ria had no choice but to follow him.

- - -

Fernandez had his cock buried deep in the pussy of the blonde, who was on all fours doggy style in front of him. The blonde moaned with each push, her groans being muffled by the brunettes pubic hair. Between the moans, the blonde lapped at the brunette's clit. The brunette was getting close to climax, and become frustrated that Fernandez's cock in the blonde's pussy was distracting her from licking the brunette's pussy properly, so she grabbed the blonde's head and pushed it down hard against her slit. "Lick me, bitch!" the brunette screamed out. The blonde obliged, finally finding a balance between getting fucked and eating out. The two girls and Fernandez settled into a physically intense but mentally calming rhythm of hip thrusts, tongue flicks and gentle moans.

That rhythm was disturbed by the sound of cracking wood. "Fernandez, where the fuck are you?" An angry voice rang out from the main room. The bedroom door swung open violently. Fernandez looked over his shoulder to see Carlos Sanz standing in the door. 

"Carlos, what are you doing? I'm a little busy here," Fernandez said, his voice filled with annoyance.

Carlos didn't respond but simply walked over to the bed, grabbed Fernandez by the shoulders and threw Fernandez off the bed and onto the floor. 

The two girls cowered at the head of the bed, trying to create as great a distance between themselves and the angry Colombian. Carlos glowered at them. "Get the fuck out," he growled. The girls quickly gathered up their clothes and quickly left the hotel suite, passing a sheepish looking Ria on the way out.

Ria entered the bedroom to see Carlos standing over Fernandez, who was cowering on the floor, his penis still half erect.

"You know why I am here," Carlos asked, pointing menacingly at Fernandez.

"Carlos, I..." Fernandez stammered, but then stopped speaking. He simply looked at Carlos with a confused look.

"I have been watching you for two fucking years, but I've had enough. We've had enough," Carlos said.

Fernandez looked at Carlos, then at Ria, and then back at Carlos. A look of understanding crossed his face. "Oh, yes. I see now. I thought when I spoke to Rodrigo earlier this was cleared up," Fernandez said softly.

Carlos leaned down quickly and slapped Fernandez across the face. "Don't play fucking games with me!" Carlos screamed.

Fernandez let out a high-pitched yelp and reached up to rub the side of his face that Carlos has just violently smashed. "No, no. I don't play games," Fernandez said apologetically. "I don't question the knowledge and power of the Aguila Roja. It is obvious that I haven't fulfilled all that has been asked of me, or else you wouldn't have been sent."

Ria stepped forward. "Wouldn't have been sent. What do you mean?" she asked.

Fernandez looked at her, and Ria could see fear in his eyes. "Aguila Roja wouldn't have sent you unless there is something else I am not doing. As I told Rodrigo earlier, I have done all I can to control the work on the boats, but the workforce has been impacted by a flu bug, and that is why the delays are slipping. I can't be blamed for something so out of my control as the movements of viruses, can I?"

Carlos rolled his eyes. "Oh fuck, come on," he said. Carlos reached behind his back, pushing up the tail of his tuxedo jacket. He grasped the handle of an automatic pistol and pulled it out. He brought it quickly around and pointed it at Fernandez's head, flipping off the safety as he did. Carlos leaned forward and pressed the gun against the forehead of Fernandez, saying "I've had enough and am going to get you to tell me what I..." He was cut short by Ria, who had put a hand on his chest and pushed him back. Carlos looked at Ria with surprise.

"Yes, we have been watching you, and the Aguila Roja has not been happy," Ria said. She turned quickly and winked at Carlos before turning back to Fernandez. "You have been very sloppy and not doing your duty. We've seen you at work in Peru and in Panama, and have not been impressed with your work. Your lack of attention to detail and laissez faire attitude towards those we employ is impacting everyone's timelines. Do you know how your fuck ups are jeopardising all we are trying to accomplish?"

Fernandez nodded. "Yes, yes, I know. It is imperative that we take the canal before the election. Without the canal being seized, the Colombians won't vote the way we want. We need the canal to force the hand of the Colombians in their election so we can implement the full solution. I know this. The boats will be ready, please, tell the Aguila Roja that I understand and the boats will be ready."

Fernandez curled up in a ball and started to weep. Ria and Carlos tried to prod him for more information, but he would not talk. He just lay on the floor and wept softly, his body drained of colour. He was a man broken.

"Go and get a chair," Carlos said to Ria. Ria went into the main room of the suite and grabbed one of the chairs from the dining table. Carlos put the pistol down on the bed stand and unplugged a lamp. He yanked on the electrical cord until it separated from the lamp. Ria returned and put the chair down. Together, Ria and Carlos lifted Fernandez into the chair, and Carlos secured his arms behind his back, and then tied them to his feet, securing him in the chair. 

Fernandez secure, Ria and Carlos walked into the main room of the suite, pulling the door of the bedroom shut behind them.

"So they are going to attack the canal, which we already knew. But how would attacking the Panama Canal influence the Colombian election," Ria asked.

Carlos rubbed his chin. "It would destabilise the region, and most likely bring in the American military. That could be seen as a threat to Colombian security. The former general and military hardliner Santos dos Torres has often talked about the need for a strong military and strong military leader to stave off threats from imperialistic powers, of which he considers the USA. Having US troops on the border with Colombia would do a lot to strengthen that call, making a war hawk like Santos dos Torres seem like a good idea."

Ria looked up at the ceiling, trying to process the information and draw a conclusion. "Perhaps Santos dos Torres has been bought by the Aguila Roja already, setting up the opportunity to continue to run drugs and weapons with impunity."

Carlos nodded. "The Aguila Roja is trying to steal the election from Ortiz!" he stated, looking at Ria in the eye. She nodded, but then the look on her face changed. Her eyes widened and lips parted slightly. Carlos turned around to see a naked Fernandez standing in the doorway of the bedroom, free of his bonds and holding the pistol that Carlos had forgotten on the bedside table. The gun was pointed at Carlos.

"Steal the election," Fernandez said. "You don't know, do you? You don't understand! You aren't from the Aguila Roja at all. You weren't sent."

Fernandez seemed to go limp for a moment. Carlos took a step forward, but Fernandez stood straight up again and re-aimed the gun at Carlos. "I've said too much. Told you too much. That won't do."

"We can protect you, Fernandez," Carlos said, taking a small step forward, arms raised and palms out. "Just give yourself up and we can take you in. I am Colombian security, and Ria works with the CIA. Together, we have the power to ensure you are safe."

Fernandez laughed. "Safe. No one is safe from the Aguila Roja."

Fernandez bent his arm, put the barrel of the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. Ria and Carlos both clamped their eyes shut as the sound of the gunshot rang out in the hotel suite.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 18



Black Oak exploded with anger. He had listened intently and quietly while Ria had recounted the events leading up to Andre Fernandez's death, but once she was finished, he let loose with a tirade.

"How did this happen? A suspect in custody gets loose and grabs an agent's gun to kill himself. He should have even been in custody in the first place. How could you let this happen?"

Jarvis Cleethorpe, the third party on the three-way conference call, cringed. He understood Black Oak's anger. This was a case that the CIA had been working on for years, and the death of Fernandez in the custody of the Carlos and Ria was both a blow to the case and potentially exposed the operation that the CIA was undertaking to the Aguila Roja. However, Jarvis was also aware that Ria hadn't initiated what had occurred, but had simply been witness to it. Further, she wasn't even a trained agent, simply a mole planted in an organisation with minimal training. To lay blame onto her seemed unfair, Jarvis thought.  He was surprised at the strength of Ria's reply.

"I didn't LET anything happen. I tried to calm Carlos down, and maintain cover as best we could, but events were already beyond my control when Carlos kicked in Fernandez's door," Ria said. "I'm not happy this happened either."

The phone line was almost silent for a moment, with only the heavy breathing of Black Oak breaking the silence. Finally, Black Oak spoke, his voice strained. "Okay, fine. You're right, of course, I'm not mad at you. I'm very pissed off at this damn Colombian agent Sanz who had jeopardized our entire investigation, but that's a matter for me to take up with my counterpart at the DAS. Let's just get the current mess cleaned up and see where we go from here. Cleethorpe – who do we have in Santiago who can smooth this over?"

Jarvis had been expecting the question, and already had put some pieces into action. "I already have Tyne from the embassy on his way over to clean the hotel room and deal with the hotel management. Parker and Ryman are securing an ambulance as we speak. They are going to pose as paramedics, and take Fernandez to the Clinca O'Higgins with 'chest pains.' We have a doctor on the payroll there who will sign off a death certificate as a heart attack. I'll get Pierce to run point on finding the two girls who were with Fernandez. Ria, Pierce will be in contact to get what information he can from you about them."

Black Oak let out a long sigh. "Fine. Ria, you can drop off now. I want to talk to Jarvis for a moment about another matter." Black Oak waited until he heard the beep indicating that Ria had dropped the line. "Jarvis, what the hell happened to this investigation? We haven't heard from Cho or Juarez in a couple days, Chambers dropped off the map days ago and now Santiago has gone to hell. Is there any chance of salvaging this?"

Jarvis paused to consider how to best frame his answer. Finally, he said, "I don't know, sir. If the Fernandez heart attack story can hold, then perhaps we can maintain Ria's cover. We'll just have to keep hoping for contact from the others. I'll keep an eye on the chatter and see if there are any rumours about Fernandez, or if the story is being accepted, and let you know."

Before hanging up, as usual without a greeting, Black Oak said, "all I know is that we need to ensure that the Colombians don't get in our way again."

* *

Carlos deeply inhaled the cool night air. He knew he'd lost his cool, and fucked up, and now his supervisor knew. He called his handler back in Colombia, who had spent 40 minutes yelling at him over the phone. Finally, his supervisor's thirst for screaming quenched, the line went silent for a moment. Carlos waited while his supervisor thought of a rational answer to the problem. After a moment the supervisor said through a deep sigh, "Just go back and race this weekend. Keep your cover. I'll call the Americans and see about brushing Fernandez's death under the rug. When are you back in Colombia?"

"A few days time," Carlos said. "Tomorrow we qualify, the race is one Sunday and then Monday we fly up to Cartenga to start preparing for the next race."

"Fine, we'll have a long talk when you get back," the supervisor said. "In the meantime, don't do anything related to the case. Just keep your cover."

The supervisor hung up. Carlos shook his head. He couldn't believe what he had done. His only goal had ever been to help his country. He'd been working on the Aguila Roja case for four years, two years spent in the junior racing circuits building up a name for himself so he could get himself promoted to a drive with in the Pan American Racing Series. Then, after getting a drive with the Cabo Blanco team, Carlos had spent the last two years collecting information on the Tabernas brothers, and especially developing the relationship with Andre Fernandez.

Now Carlos had blown it all by acting hastily.

Carlos had never wanted to be a race car driver. That was his father's dream for Carlos. Carlos had started racing at the age of 5, his father putting him behind the wheel of a go-kart and entering him in local competitions. Carlos continued to excel at the sport, moving up the ranks and getting noticed by professional racing teams. His father was so happy, until the day when Carlos turned 18 and announced that he was quitting racing and pursuing his own dream. The dream that Carlos had harboured since he was a little boy. To join the army and serve his country.

Carlos enlisted in the basic infantry, but his impressive record in amateur racing meant the army had other plans for him than cannon fodder. They put him in a transportation unit, and after boot camp he was given a role driving military and political brass around. It was mostly boring work driving in motorcades, but for VIPs, the army wanted the best drivers in case things went wrong.

The DAS, the Colombian security force was in the process of putting together a plan to infiltrate the network of the Aguila Roja. They knew that the Aguila Roja had his claws in the Pan-American Racing Series, and was using the series as a method for transporting drugs and weapons. Getting people into positions in the league was tough. They had agents working on the periphery of the organisation in minor roles, but no one close to the top people. The DAS had their eye on Fernandez and the Tabernases, and wanted an agent who could get close to those people.

The DAS noticed that the racing drivers were often by the sides of the top people in the organisation, people like the Tabernases drawn to the glamour and legitimacy that being close to the racing driver gave them. If only they had someone who could pose as a driver, but the DAS knew they'd need an actual racing car driver to get to that level.

Luckily, one of the DAS agents had been a fan of amateur kart racing, and knew the story of Carlos Sanz, the driver who had quit a promising racing career to serve his country. "Maybe Mr. Sanz would like to both have his racing career and serve his country," the agent suggest. So the DAS recruited Carlos out of the army and into the world of international espionage.

Carlos at first resisted. The army had been his dream. The DAS is persistent and determined, though, and eventually they wore down Carlos' resolve until he said yes.

Carlos had been happy at first, knowing that his reports were helping to build a case against the Aguila Roja and his accomplices who were subjecting Colombia to their drug-money fuelled terror. But as the months turned to years, Carlos started to wonder how much information he would have to gather. He implored his supervisors to act, pointing out the mountains of information they had against people like the Tabernases and Andre Fernandez. The DAS resisted though, saying they didn't want to move against the organisation of Aguila Roja unless they could capture the Aguila Roja at the same time. Until the Aguila Roja was identified, no action would be taking.

While the DAS sat by, waiting for the perfect time to act, the Aguila Roja continued to terrorise the country, forcing farmers to work growing drugs, terrorising the local police and judges that tried to stop the drug trade, and filling the streets with armed thugs to carry out the Aguila Roja's will. Carlos didn't understand the hesitation. Surely while the DAS continued their investigation, they could make moves against the organisation, taking out the parts of it that they knew about. Arresting Fernandez and Tabernas might not stop the Aguila Roja, but it would slow him for sure, and having the Aguila Roja's accomplices in custody might allow the DAS to get further evidence against the Aguila Roja.

Carlos had become frustrated with the inaction of his superiors, and that had driven him to do what he had done with Fernandez. Now he was sure that the DAS would pull him off the case. He couldn't just sit by and obey his supervisor's order to do nothing related to the Aguila Roja case. All Carlos wanted to do was do something to see Colombia improved.

The DAS might not understand that urge, but Carlos knew that one person would. Carlos pulled out his mobile phone, pulled up an entry in his contact list and dialled the number. The other end engaged.

"Hello, Mr. Ortiz? It is Carlos Sanz. I need to tell you something."

* * 

Roberto reread the memo he had just crafted for the seventh time. He wanted it to be perfect. As the new head of security for the Aguila Roja's Chilean operations he knew the Aguila Roja would not tolerate any mistakes. He knew this because Roberto had previously been the second in command of security for the Aguila Roja's Chilean operations. Roberto had been promoted after the Aguila Roja, upset that the previous head of security had allowed a break-in at the Santiago warehouse, shot the head of command. As the blood poured out of the wound inflicted on the dead man, the Aguila Roja had turned to Roberto and said, " Don't fail me. You see what happens to those who fail me."

Roberto obviously wanted to avoid a similar fate. That is why the memo and all the material to back it up had to have been perfect.

After the break-in at the Santiago warehouse, Roberto had followed a number of investigative paths to determine who was responsible. 

The first path was to find out how had rented the car that had fled the scene. 

The second path was to figure out how a rental Renault hatchback had out run far superior cares. Despite being chased halfway across Santiago by trained drivers in far superior cars, the little Renault rental had escaped, taking with it those responsible and two of the Aguila Roja's security force. 

The third path was to determine what happened to the two security men who went missing after the chase. 

The final path was to run background checks on everyone involved in the Pan Am racing series, based on the fact that a man killed in the shoot out at the warehouse had worked at the Ritz Carlton hotel in Santiago where everyone from the racing series was staying. 

Following the first path, Roberto contacted the rental company. As the rental company had told Roberto's former and now dead boss, the car had not been rented to anyone on that day as it had been crushed a week earlier. Roberto called in a favour from a friend, an old friend from Roberto's days in the Chilean army. The friend was now working for a security consultancy that did work for the rental company. The friend couldn't determine the identity of the person who rented the car, but was able to determine that the car was rented from a location in the Ritz Carlton hotel in Santiago. The friends suggested that while the records may have been destroyed in the main computers at head office, the location itself might have some record of who rented the car.

Roberto had a couple of his men pay a visit to the rental office after houses and examine the computer and paper records, but they also found no record of the rental. However, they noticed that a number of rental agreements were filled out by the Concierge desk at the hotel for their guests. Roberto took a chance that perhaps the Concierge desk might keep records of rentals they made on behalf of their guests, and after a small pay out to a hotel staffer, Roberto struck pay dirt. They did have a record of the rental.

At the same time that this investigative path was being followed, Roberto also had one of his men document the path the chase had taken. The recreation was based on the recollections of two of the security men who were in one of the chase vehicles, as well as information gleaned from police and media reports of the incident. The man, who was a fair driver, came to a single conclusion of how the Renault had escaped. The driver of the Renault was one of the best drivers he'd ever seen.

The third path, determining the whereabouts of the two security men who had gone missing garnered little but shady rumour. However, one of the rumours seemed to come up more often than others. The men were being held in Colombia.

Finally, Roberto ran a number of background checks into those working with the Pan American racing league, and based on what he had found on his other investigative tracks, concentrated on a single individual.

An individual who was from Colombia, where the men captured were now being held. An individual who was one of the best car drivers in the world. An individual who quit racing to join the army and serve his country, only to rejoin the racing world a few months later. An individual whose name was on the original rental record.

Roberto finished reading his memo. In two pages, he laid out a clear, documented case that the man who had rented the Renault, who had broken into the warehouse, who had captured the security men and sent them to Colombia, who was most likely working for special forces in Colombia was none other than Cabo Blanco racing's top driver.

Carlos Sanz.

* * 

Carlos, after meeting with Jorge Ortiz at his hotel room, took the elevator down a few floors and knocked on another hotel room door. The door was opened by Ria, who upon seeing Carlos had a sour look on her face. Despite the frown, Ria invited Carlos in, and closed the door behind him.

"I know how you must feel," Carlos said.

"I doubt it," Ria retorted. "First you bust down Fernandez's door for no good reason. Then you beat the crap out of him, tie him up poorly and leave a gun for him, which luckily he used on himself and not us. Then you just vanish, leaving me to arrange to have the mess cleaned and covered up. What the hell got into you?"

Carlos looked down at the carpet. "I know, it was stupid mistake after stupid mistake tonight. I've jeopardized the Aguila Roja investigation, destroyed my career and worst of all, driven away one of the only people in the world who I trust. I can't even imagine how I can make it up to you."

"You can't," Ria said harshly, then immediately felt bad about it as she watched Carlos' shoulders slump. "I didn't mean that," she said. "I'm angry, Carlos, and am libel to say things in the heat of the moment right now. Just take it with a grain of salt, okay?"

Carlos nodded, still looking down at the carpet.

"But you do have a lot of work to do to get me back on side," Ria said. "Above the investigation and your career, what you did tonight wounded me personally. I thought we were working well as a team, stronger as a duo then two alone. Then you go off on your own, ignoring me and anything I suggested just because I made a suggestion you personally didn't like. It made me wonder if the trust I was putting in you was being genuinely returned, or if you worked with me only because it was convenient, and tonight my convenience wore out."

Carlos looked up with sad eyes. "No, no, Butterfly. Not at all. I do trust you, and I too think we are better as a team. I just lost myself tonight. That had nothing to do with you. It was me, and my frustration at watching day after day pass, evidence piling up on the plans and organisation of the Aguila Roja, and my superiors taking no action. I swear, I never wanted to ignore you, or make you feel like I didn't appreciate you. I do, I promise you, I do."

Carlos' shoulders started to shake, and he put his head down again. Ria walked over took him in her arms. Carlos laid his head on her shoulder, burying his face in her shoulder. She felt his body quiver as he silently cried into her shoulder.

Ria kissed the top of Carlos' head. He looked up at her. Ria reached up and wiped the tears off his cheeks with her thumb. Carlos kissed her hand gently, his eyes locked with hers. Ria ran her hand through his hair, and felt Carlos' hands move up her back, pulling her closer. Carlos leaned forward and kissed Ria on the left cheek, and then the right cheek. 

Ria closed her eyes, opening her mouth slightly. Carlos placed his lips upon hers. They made no move for a moment, holding each other, their lips pressed together in a motionless kiss. After a minute, Ria pulled slightly away, their lips parting. Carlos moved his head back towards Ria's, and they engaged in another kiss, this one more passionate as tongues, teeth and lips hungrily engulfed each other.

The two kissed, slowly moving in a spin across the room, like a pair of dancers engaged in a slow motion waltz. The two, eyes closed and mouths ajoined, reached the bed on instinct. Ria bent her knees and fell onto the bed. Carlos quickly followed, falling on top of her like a blanket, smothering her with his body. Their lips joined again.

Their hands tore at the other's clothing. Soon the two were naked, atop the duvet, limbs entwined. Their lips barely ever parted as their hands ran over the naked flesh of the partner. Ria's legs wrapped around Carlos' waist. Carlos' right arm reached underneath Ria's back and lifted her off the bed. Carlos felt Ria pressing her buttocks against his groin. He felt Ria's hand reached down and grab the stiff rod between his legs, and guide it towards her. 

He entered her, felt her breath hot on his lips as he pressed deeper into her. She let out only the slightest moan as his length pressed into her. Carlos closed his eyes, pressed his lips against Ria's more firmly, and started to slowly push in and out of Ria. Her hands softly gripped his back, her nails tracing small circles on his back.

Their lips parted and Carlos straighten up, increasing the speed and depth of his thrusting. His eyes locked with Ria's, and the two looked at each other, making no noise except for the soft slap of skin against skin. Ria stroked Carlos' face gently with one hand while the other started to dig nails into his back. 

Carlos' eyes were still sad, Ria thought, in complete contrast to the erotic throb from his groin and the straining muscles of his back, almost like his head and body were two separate entities. She watched as a tear started to run from his eye and down his cheek. Ria wiped it away with her thumb and said, "Don't worry, Carlos. It'll all be alright somehow. If nothing else, we have each other."

Carlos closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let out a primal scream. Everything released from Carlos at once. Tears ran down his face. He screamed until his voice cracked. He released his orgasm into Ria. The muscles on his back hardened with tension, and then slackened with relief.

Carlos lay down beside Ria, curling himself up in a ball. Ria stroked his hair and told him that things were going to be okay until he drifted off to sleep.

* * 

Rodrigo Tabernas stirred from the bed and looked at the clock beside his bed. Four-thirty-three in the morning. A knock on the door at 4:33 in the morning was never good news. Rodrigo threw on the terry-cloth robed provided by the hotel, and walked out of the bed room and into the sitting room of the suite. He peered through the peep hole of the door, and sighed. 




Code Name Tequila Ch. 18



He opened the door of his hotel suite to let in Gaston, one of his most trusted security advisors. The look on Gaston's face was obvious. "What's happened?" Rodrigo asked.

"Fernandez is dead," Gaston said blunted.

"What? When? How?" Rodrigo fired the questions in quick succession.

"Earlier this evening, after he left the party. He left with a couple of girls. According to the hospital, there was an emergency call sometime after that that Fernandez was having a heart attack. He was admitted to the hospital, and despite their best efforts, he didn't make it," Gaston said.

Rodrigo could read Gaston's face, and knew that there was more to the story. "And?"

"I think it's bullshit," Gaston said.

Rodrigo didn't doubt Gaston, but he had to ask the question. "Why?"

"Firstly, I talked to my contact at the hotel. They say that the paramedics just showed up, that the call didn't come through the hotel switchboard," Gaston said.

"One of the girls could have phoned from a mobile," Rodrigo offered, playing devil's advocate.

"Secondly, my contact said that about 30 minutes later, two maids were taken into the room to clean it up. The strange thing was that the room already had been cleaned. The maids are sure that the walls had been scrubbed and the carpets vacuumed," Gaston said. "That's generally not the kind of thing that paramedics, heart attack victims or gold-digging sluts do."

"Agreed," Rodrigo said.

"I have a contact in the hospital. Fernandez was brought in to the hospital, but was taken directly to a private room. Generally someone having a heart attack would be tended to in the emergency room, or taken to ICU. Only one doctor attended to Mr. Fernandez, no nurses. He was declared dead soon after. The body has already been claimed and taken from the hospital," Gaston concluded.

"You're right. The heart attack does sound like bullshit," Rodrigo said.

Gaston looked down at the carpet and shuffled his feet. "Was this something that was ordered by the Aguila Roja?" he asked.

Rodrigo laughed. "No, though Fernandez had been falling out of favour recently. He used to be very focused and diligent. In the last week he'd started to act very strangely, losing focus. He wouldn't surprise me if he was under pressure from an external force. Perhaps someone had got to him, trying to get him to flip on the Aguila Roja."

"What about the work he was doing in Peru and Panama?" Gaston asked.

Rodrigo nodded. "Indeed, that concerns me greatly. If Fernandez had been compromised, then perhaps Panama is compromised as well. Gaston, I need you to get up to Peru and get the boats complete. We are going to need the boats as soon as possible. If we are compromised, he will need to accelerate our timelines."

Gaston nodded. "What about the Fernandez death?" Gaston asked.

"I'll get someone on that. There are two girls out there who know what happened for sure. They shouldn't be hard to find. We'll get their side of the story and figure out what actually happened, and then deal with whoever is responsible," Rodrigo said, picking up his phone. He turned to Gaston. "I've got a call to make, can you take care of getting to Peru?"

Gaston nodded and excused himself. Rodrigo took a moment and a few deep breaths before calling up a number on his phone and punching call.

* * 

Isabella knocked softly on the hotel room door. She saw the peephole darken as the resident inside examined to see who was there, and then she heard the door unlatch. The occupant of the room didn't open the door for her. Isabella had to push it open herself and close it behind her.

"Are you okay?" Isabella asked as she pushed the door closed. She looked up and saw the occupant of the hotel suite standing in a terry cloth robe, facing the windows and away from her. She watched as his shoulders heaved up and down as he released a large sigh.

"Yes," the man finally said. "It has just been a hard night. I'm glad you could come up."

Isabella walked forward. "Oh, don't be silly. I'm always here for you. Always," she said. She reached the figured the put her arms around him, squeezing him tight.

Jorge Ortiz smiled at the feeling of Isabella's arms grasping him. He liked to think that his intellect and success made him beyond more base human needs, but deep down he knew that he needed company. Just like everyone else. Isabella was fine company. A strong, independent woman, and smart as well. Not as smart as he was, but then few were. Isabella was definitely above the typical gold digging or power hungry woman that usually found their way to him. Isabella didn't want his money, nor his power, nor even the fame that being with him could provide. She simply seemed to want him, as and when it was convenient for him. For Jorge Ortiz, Isabella was the perfect woman.

He turned around and kissed her on the lips. Isabella slid her hands inside the terry cloth robe, pushing the side apart and undoing the belt that had been loosely tied to keep the robe together. His body exposed, Isabella ran her hands down Jorge's chest, over his stomach and through his thick, curly pubic hairs until her hands rested upon his cock. It was already hard. She stroked it slowly with her right hand while her left hand reached down and ran a light finger along the sensitive skin between his asshole and his ball sack. Jorge shivered involuntarily at her touch.

Isabella fell to her knees. She drew her mouth closer and closer to his hard shaft and swollen head until she could touch it with her tongue. She ran her tongue over Jorge's bulbous head until the tip of his cock was glistening with her saliva. She kissed the tip of his cock once, twice and a third time, each time just briefly. Each time Jorge quivered as Isabella's lips touched his dick.

Isabella leaned forward again, as if to kiss his cock a fourth time. This time though, she parted her lips and took the tip into her mouth, just quarter of an inch of the very tip. She felt Jorge's hand on her head, gently pressing her to take more, but Isabella resisted. Instead she sucked on the quarter-inch she had in her mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue every few seconds. Jorge released a long, low moan, and pressed her down on him slightly harder. Not enough to force her down, but enough to let her know that he was ready for more.

Isabella took in the rest of his head, but didn't move at all down the shaft of his cock. Instead she sucked and tongued the tip again, adding into the mix the movement of her lips up and down over the very base of Jorge's glans. Each time her lips passed over the edge of head, there was slight popping sound. Jorge hands combed through Isabella's hair, massaging her head as she sucked on his.

After a moment, Jorge wanted more. Isabella felt his hands stop massaging and instead lightly grip the sides of her head. He gently guided her further down the shaft. Isabella let the hands guide her, taking more and more of Jorge's cock in her mouth until she had swallowed the entire length and her lips brushed against his thick pubic hair.

Jorge released Isabella's head, and Isabella took back over again. She varied the pace and depth of her sucking. Sometimes she she pumped up and down the entire length of his shaft. Sometimes she sucked and licked only the head. Sometimes she took him completely in her mouth and worked up and down on just the last few centimetres of his shaft. Sometimes she removed his cock completely from her mouth, and spent her time licking up and down the shaft and running her tongue over his balls.

Isabella knew what Jorge liked, and she knew when he was ready. Sensing him getting close to climax, she took him full in her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down on the last few inches of his dick. Jorge grunted, grabbed Isabella's head and pressed it down on his cock. With a final long growl, he released himself into her mouth. Isabella took the entirety of his load into her mouth, but didn't swallow it.

Completely unloaded, Jorge pulled himself out of Isabella's mouth. He looked down at Isabella, who was looking up at him. Isabella opened her mouth, showing Jorge the white cum that filled it. She smiled, closed her mouth and swallowed. She then opened her mouth back up again and stuck out her tongue to show him that his seed was all gone.

"Good girl," he said. Isabella smiled and stood up. Jorge took her into his arms again and kissed her. They cuddled for a few moments, and finally Jorge broke the silence, "Would you mind staying tonight? I don't want to be alone, after what happened to Andre. It has shaken me."

"Of course, I don't mind at all," Isabella said. "What exactly happened to Mr. Fernandez? All you said when you called was that there had been an accident and Mr. Fernandez was killed."

Jorge released Isabella and did back up his robe. He walked over to the bar in his hotel suite and poured himself a glass of scotch over ice. He took a sip and put the glass down. He didn't turn around to face Isabella, instead and spoke towards the wall. "Officially, they are saying that it was a heart attack, but that isn't what happened. Andre killed himself."

Isabella's only reply was to gasp.

"I had a visit from Carlos Sanz this evening. He told me that he was there when Andre took his life. Apparently, Carlos worked for the Colombian security forces, the DAS. They had found out that Andre was involved with the Aguila Roja, and had followed him to Peru and Panama, where they discovered that there is a plot to destablize the region by starting a war. This, Carlos believes, is part of a plot to ensure that General Santos dos Torres gets elected ahead of me. In essence, the DAS believe that the Aguila Roja is trying to fix the election so I don't win."

Isabella just stood silently. She could hardly believe the news. 

Jorge downed his scotch, and poured himself another one.

Finally, Isabella broke out of her stupor long enough to ask. "What are you going to do?"

Jorge didn't reply. He just gulped down his scotch and poured another one. Finally, he turned around and took Isabella in his arms. They made their way into the bedroom of the suite, and lay on the bed. 

Filled with scotch and sated after the fellatio, Jorge quickly fell into a deep sleep. Isabella made sure he was sleeping soundly, and then snuck out of the hotel room.

* * 

Rodrigo Tabernas hadn't had any sleep since being woken by Gaston regarding the news about Fernandez, so he was awake when their was a knock on his door. He examined the figure at the door through the peephole, and satisfied she was alone, opened the door. "Isabella," he said. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"Have you heard the news?" She asked.

"About Andre, yes. It is awful, isn't it? So young for a heart attack." Rodrigo said. He glanced quickly at his watch, wondering how long it would take to get rid of Isabella. It was already almost five in the morning, and he still had a lot to do in the next few hours. Rodrigo had spoken to the Aguila Roja about Fernandez. The Aguila Roja had given Rodrigo instructions to find the two girls to determine what happened to Fernandez, plus he had to instruct Gaston on all that needed to be done in Peru and Panama to complete the work that Fernandez should have been doing.

"No, it wasn't a heart attack," Isabella said. Rodrigo looked up surprised. Of course, he suspected that Fernandez hadn't died of a heart attack, but he had no idea who Isabella would know anything on the subject. "Andre Fernandez was in the custody of a Colombia security forces when he died. He killed himself."

"How do you know this?" Rodrigo asked.

Isabella didn't answer Rodrigo's question, but instead simply replied, "The Colombian security agent who was holding Andre Fernandez was Carlos Sanz."

* * 

Carlos was up early despite all that had happened. He took a shower, and on coming out of the bathroom, he was a changed man. Gone was the sadness that had been in his eyes yesterday, replaced instead with a steely focus. "I have to go and do my practice runs to get ready for qualifying this afternoon. I need to get down to the paddock," he said, kissing Ria on the forehead before turning and leaving the room.

After Carlos left, Ria got up and got ready, showering, getting made up and dressed in her Cabo Blanco gear for a day of entertaining guests. She didn't much feel like it, though. Last night had been stressful, and despite the intimacy that they had shared last night, Ria still wasn't sure what to feel about Carlos.

She reported to the VIP booth above the Cabo Blanco racing team garage at 9:30 AM, as per the schedule that she had been given by Isabella. Strangely, Isabella wasn't there, nor was Marisa.

Emma walked up to Ria and gave her a hug. "You heard about Mr. Fernandez?" Emma asked.

Ria nodded. "Yes, so sad," Ria said, looking down at her feet.

"He seemed quite young to have a heart attack," Emma said. "Things around here are pretty quiet today. I guess nobody feels like coming to party with the team that has lost two people in two weeks."

Ria nodded at Emma's observation. First Luis Tabernas, and now Andre Fernandez. Both dead and both blamed on something other than what killed them, bullets and their association with the Aguila Roja.

Ria looked around the VIP lounge. There was only a few guests in the paddock today. Rodrigo Tabernas sat alone in a corner, reviewing a folder with a large sheaf of papers. The guest that were in the lounge talked quietly amongst themselves, more subdued than she had experienced before.

Ria approached Rodrigo, noticing that he looked like he hadn't slept much at all last night. No doubt he had heard about Fernandez's death. Ria wondered if the heart attack story was holding.

"Morning, Mr. Tabernas," Ria said softly as she reached his table.

Rodrigo Tabernas closed the folder he had been looking at and looked up at Ria. "Morning Ria. Not a good one, though."

"No," Ria said, shaking her head. "Awful news about Mr. Fernandez. So young for a heart attack."

Rodrigo nodded. "Yes, indeed. Well, we soldier on, as Andre would have wanted. At least the team looks good this weekend. Perhaps we can give Andre a win in his memory."

Ria smiled a faint smile, as did Tabernas. They let a moment of silence pass before speaking again.

"Mr. Tabernas," Ria said. "Isabella isn't here, nor is Marisa. Do you want me to go and get them?"

Tabernas shook his head. "Nah, don't bother. No doubt they have heard about Mr. Fernandez. I know Isabella especially was close to Andre. Let them grieve as they wish." Rodrigo motioned towards the small collection of subdued guests. "I don't think anyone is in the mood to be entertained today anyway. If you and Emma want to leave, feel free as well. Or, you can stay and watch the practice and qualifying. Your choice."

Ria nodded, patted Rodrigo on the arm, and went and took a seat looking out at the pits and race track. Emma sat down beside her, and they watched as the teams prepared the cars to go out for the first practice sessions starting in less than an hour. 

* * 

Marisa had not shown up at the owner's box because she was with Isabella. After speaking with Rodrigo Tabernas, Isabella went back to Ortiz's room. She cuddled up next to him, and they slept for about an hour. Ortiz than work, got dressed and said that he had a lot to do today with the racing league, so Isabella would have to excuse him.

Isabella didn't feel like being alone, though. In addition to Ortiz, Isabella was having an affair with another person on the racing tour. That was Marisa. Despite her outward dour appearance, Isabella had always been sexually adventurous, and she found out quite early on that she enjoyed the company of both men and women. From almost the first day they started working together, Marisa had been making eyes at Isabella. Eyes that Isabella recognised, and returned. They soon found themselves in bed together, frequently.

Though Isabella wasn't necessarily in the mood for sex, she craved human contact. Therefore she placed a call to Marisa, and asked her to come to Ortiz's suite.

As soon as Marisa entered the room, Isabella fell into her arms. "Oh Marisa, Andre Fernandez is dead."

Marisa blanched. "My god, what happened?" she asked.

"I don't know. Some say heart attack. I just can't be alone. I need company," Isabella said.

Marisa kissed Isabella on the forehead to comfort her. She then kissed Isabella on the bridge of her nose, then the tip of her nose, and finally their lips met.

Marisa felt Isabella's hand reach up Marisa's shirt, massaging her breast. Marisa's nipples became hard, and Isabella took them in between her fingers to massage them. Isabella broke off the kiss, and pushed Marisa's shirt up over her head. Isabella's mouth found Marisa's nipples, licking and sucking on them like hungry newborn. Marisa grabbed Isabella's head and pushed it down against her breast, urging her to take more of her breast into her mouth.

Marisa's free hand reached down and pressed past the elastic of Isabella's panties. Marisa felt the soft pubic hair, and then as she pushed further down the hair became wet with moisture. Isabella moaned as Marisa's hand moved slowly up and down inside Isabella's panties.

Marisa slipped one, and then a second finger into Isabella's wet vagina. Marisa's thumb pressed gently down on Isabella's clit, massaging it. Isabella started to gyrate her hips back and forth, increasing the pressure on her clit and the depth of Marisa's fingers in her pussy.

Isabella finally released her mouth from Marisa's tits, and dropped to her knees. Tearing off the jeans and panties of Marisa, Isabella pressed her mouth against Marisa's pussy, tasting the sweet juice that was already building up in the hole. Isabella's tongue lapped at Marisa's clit, which grew firm.

Marisa let Isabella eat her pussy for a few moments before gently guiding her up off her knees and up to her mouth. They kissed, and Marisa could taste and feel her own pussy juice on Isabella's lips.

They moved to the bed. Marisa lay down on her back. Isabella peeled off her soaking wet panties and tossed them aside. She straddled the face of Marisa, pressing herself down onto her before Isabella herself bent down and pressed her own mouth against Marisa's pussy.

The two women sixty-nined each other, their tongues lapping at the hard clit and dripping pussy of the other woman. Isabella pressed her hips down on Marisa's face, urging her to eat more hungrily. Marisa reciprocated by grabbing Isabella's head and pressing it down onto her crotch while moving her hips upwards.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Isabella cried out, though her exclamation of joy was muffled by the fact that Marisa's pussy was in her face. Isabella started to shake, her hips bucking up and down erratically. Marisa wrapped her lips around Isabella's clit, and started to suck furiously on it. Isabella tensed and then shook uncontrollably as her orgasm gripped her.

After 30 seconds of bucking, the orgasm passed. Marisa pressed her hips up to Isabella's mouth, but Isabella only lapped at it lazily. Marisa grabbed Isabella and flipped her over onto the other side of the bed, so Isabella was laying on her back. Marisa straddled Isabella's face and then started to grind her pussy against Isabella's mouth and nose. 

Isabella, recovered somewhat from the orgasm that had zapped her, responded and started to lick and suck more actively. Isabella soon felt Marisa tense above her, and then shutter as an orgasm took hold. Isabella felt a gush of pussy juice enter her mouth as Marisa released herself. Isabella lapped up what she could, but much of the juice ran down her face and soaked the duvet on Ortiz's bed.

Spent, the two women lay down beside each other.

"How are you feeling now," Marisa finally asked when they had both caught their breath. 




Code Name Tequila Ch. 18



"It was nice to have you comfort me, but I am sad still," Isabella said. "Poor Mr. Fernandez. At least their will be justice for him."

Marisa looked at Isabella. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Isabella looked over at Marisa. She shook her head. "No, I shouldn't tell you," she said.

Marisa poked her playfully. "What, are you keeping secrets from me?" she said.

Isabella, still flushed with the pleasure that Marisa and she had just shared, then let out something that she might not have done otherwise. "The papers will report that Mr. Fernandez died of a heart attack, but that is not true. He was killed."

Marisa sat up. "Killed? Why?" she asked. Outwardly Marisa's demeanour showed nothing more than a curiosity about what was said, but inside her mind was turning a million miles an hour. Could this finally be the break she had been waiting for?

"Do you know of the Aguila Roja?" Isabella asked.

Marisa nodded. "Yes. That is the name of the leader of the largest South American drug cartel, right?"

Isabella nodded. "Yes, but more than that, the Aguila Roja is a great leader who sees a future for us. I have been privileged enough to work with the Aguila Roja, as was Mr. Fernandez. And for that, he was killed."

Marisa was an excellent poker player, and gave nothing away in her outward appearance, but her heart was racing a mile a minute. "Who killed Mr. Fernandez?" she asked.

"The Colombian security force, the DAS. They killed him, and now we will kill the agent responsible. Deeds against the Aguila Roja never go unpunished," Isabella said, a look of strange devotion in her eyes, almost like a religious convert.

"Who is the Colombian agent?" Marisa asked.

"Carlos Sanz," Isabella said. Isabella felt good about sharing the information about her work with the Aguila Roja with Marisa, with who she had shared so much. 

That happiness turned to confusion, though, as Marisa jumped up and pulled on her clothes. She ran out the door without even saying goodbye.

* * 

As Carlos raced, he kept a running commentary in his head, the voice of a navigator telling him what was coming up, and where he should be.

"Smooth right turn, brake 100 feet to the corner entrance, downshift to second, hit the inside just past the apex and accelerate out into the sharp left hander," Carlos thought to himself as the car dived into a right-left corner combination.

As Carlos upshifted through the gears to get into seventh gear and get the car going flat out down a short straight, he had a moment to reflect how much he liked the Santiago track. Unlike Las Vegas and the upcoming Cartagena tracks which were built on city streets, Santiago was built away from the city at a purpose built track. The corners were fast, the straights wide and the pavement smooth as silk. It wasn't an easy track as a driver, but it was a pleasure to drive and gave lots of opportunities to get wheel-to-wheel with your competitors and legitimately race.  

Carlos shifted down to third and swept through turn 9, a right-handed turn right before the long, slightly curved straight-away. Out of the turn, Carlos straightened out the car and moved up through the gears - three, four, five, six and finally seventh gear. The car topped out its speed at 340 kilometres an hour. At those speeds, the stands to the outside of the circuit flashed by as a blur. Carlos used the four seconds of straight-line, flat out driving to go a quick systems check of the car. All the gauges showed the car running well, and Carlos double-checked the settings of the dials on the steering wheel to ensure they were set for optimal operating conditions.

"Carlos, we are going to adjust the front wing to give slightly less downforce," Carlos race engineer said over the radio. The engineers, sitting back in the pit box, had a number of computers running constant diagnostics on the cars. From their computers, they were able to make minor adjustments to the car via a wireless radio link. His engineer had just told Carlos that he planned to adjust the front wing of the car to have a little less curve, therefore not pushing the car down as much. This would reduce the ability of the car to corner, but allow for greater top-line speed. On a wide open circuit like Santiago, more top end speed was preferred for the fast corners and wide straights.

"Okay, go ahead," Carlos said. His voice was breathy and barely audible above the din of the engine. The engineers got used to being able to decipher the messages from the drivers, though, and the engineer pressed a combination of key strokes to adjust the front wings.

Carlos felt the car shutter slightly as the adjustment gave the car a little more air. Without changing his input to the engine, the car picked up about 5 km/h more. Three-hundred forty-five, Carlos smiled to himself. He'd once had the car up to 390 km/h on a straight away in testing, but the car was barely manageable at that speed. 345 km/h though, felt very good.

Carlos refocused on the track. Coming up was turn 10, a chicane at the end of the straightaway to slow the cars down before the hairpin turn 11. Through the chichane, Carlos would shift down to third and slow to 140 km/h before speeding up briefly to almost 200 km/h. He'd then shift down to first to go through the hairpin at 50 km/h before working back up through the gears.

At 110 metres away, Carlos hit the left paddle on his steering wheel to shift the car down to sixth gear and lifted up slightly on the accelerator.

Nothing happened.

Carlos hit the paddle again to downshift. The car continued along at 345 km/h. Carlos pressed down slowly on the brake pedal. The car's brakes did not engage.

"Gears, brakes and accelerator inputs are not reacting," Carlos said into the radio.

"Say again," his engineer asked. The engineer thought Carlos had said he'd lost the ability to change gears or slow the car, but that wasn't possible.

"The car isn't under my control," Carlos said, his voice higher and quivering.

The engineer looked at the computer. Nothing appear wrong, other than the fact that Carlos was about to cut through the chicane and was approaching a wall at over 300 kilometres an hour.

"Carlos, apply brakes," the engineer said.

Carlos stomped on the brake pedal. The car didn't respond. Instead, it bounced over the low curbs that defined the chicane and continued steaming along at a high speed towards the tire barrier that defined the hairpin turn.

Carlos tried the brakes, gear levers and even adjusting inputs on the steering wheel to no avail. He couldn't stop the car. He considered his next move. Trying to turn through the hairpin at this speed would be impossible. The car would most likely flip over on its side. The best crash protection, Carlos knew, was to hit the tire barrier at a slight angle. He turned the wheel slightly, just enough so the nose wouldn't hit full on.

No matter what he did, though, he knew the crash was going to be bad.

"Shit," was the last thing the race engineer heard over the radio before the car impacted with the tires at 323 km/h.

* * 

Ria, watching in the owner's box near the end of the straight, stood up and watched in horror as the car hit the wall. "Oh my God," she said. "Is Carlos alright?"

Rodrigo Tabernas looked for a moment at the debris of the car littered at the end of the straight. Already track marshals were running out to the car, and an ambulance was speeding down the pit lane towards the accident. Tabernas picked up the phone to the pits. "What happened?" he asked. 

Ria watched Tabernas as his brow furrowed as he listened to the other end. She was about to ask him for an update when the door burst open and Marisa ran into the room. Ria looked at Marisa, who had an ashen look on her face, and then back to Rodrigo Tabernas.

Tabernas put the phone down. "It's serious," he said, before walking out of the room.

Ria watched Tabernas walk out of the room, and then looked back down to the end of the track. There, paramedics were attending to the Carlos in the car. Ria watched in silence, barely even aware that Marisa came and put an arm around her as the medical evacuation helicopter started up in the infield.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 19



The wooden rod smashed into the back of the shirtless Robert Chambers, causing him to wince with pain.

"Who are you working for," the interrogator called out in English.

Robert Chambers looked up and gave the same reply that he had been giving for the past hour of beating. "I am just a tourist. I was hiking in the jungle. I don't know what you are talking about," he said, replying in broken Spanish. Of course Chambers could speak excellent Spanish, but he wanted to sound like someone who had just started to learn the language. He also put a touch of a tremble in his voice, enough to make him seem like he could be a sincerely afraid tourist.

It didn't matter, though. The interrogator wasn't buying it. The wooden stick came crashing down on Chamber's back again. He howled with pain, and then slowly the world closed around him into darkness.

* * 

Chambers opened his eyes. He was leaning against a tree, in a sunny field. Ria stood in front of him. 

"You're hot," she said, running a hand along his forehead. "Let me cool you down," she said. Ria took a sponge from a bowl, and massaged Chambers forehead with the cool water. 

"That's nice, Ria," he said, drifting off to sleep.

* *

April looked out the barred window towards the hut that contained Robert Chambers. The young girl, Alma, who seemed to do the cooking and cleaning around the camp, left the hut carrying a large bowl. Once away from the hut she removed a sponge from the bowl and dumped out red, blood-tinted water onto the ground. She wrung out the sponge, and April watched as more reddish water spilled onto the ground.

Since Chambers had arrived in camp, April and May were kept in their cabin under guard. While no one had made any specific accusations against the girls, the fact that they were American and Chambers was American was enough to cast suspicion upon them. April and May tried to suggest that the American was probably following Patterson, but the guards remained stone-faced and alert.

The day past slowly. In the early afternoon, April walked over and sat on May's bed. "We need to do something," April said quietly.

May nodded. "Agreed. I think we should make a move tonight to get Robert out and make a run for it. Not only would it be better for our long term prospects of life, but we need to get back in touch with Langley and let them know what is going on here." 

The girls tried to come up with a plan to escape once darkness fell, but everything seemed too risky. However, fate provided them with a chance when the guards at their door were replaced in the early evening by Domingo and Esteban, the two guards that May had fucked by the camp fire.

"I think we just found our chance," May said, smiling at April.

April nodded. "Indeed," she said, licking her lips. Not only was this an opportunity to get Chambers out and escape, but also to have a little fun.

The girls waited until the camp was covered by darkness. Electricity was scarce this far out in the jungle. It had to be supplied by a large diesel generator. To save fuel, lights was usually quite early. By 9 o'clock the camp was dark and most of the soldiers had gone to bed, leaving just Domingo and Esteban awake outside April and May's door, another two guards outside the cabin with Robert Chambers inside, and guards patrolling the parameter of the camp.

May opened the door and smiled at Domingo and Esteban, who had a small kerosene hurricane lamp to light up the patch of ground in front of the cabin.

"Hey guys, how are you?" May asked.

Domingo and Esteban looked at each other, sly smiles creeping across their face. Esteban answered, "we are good. How are you and your friend?"

May ran a hand over her stomach, hooking the edge of her t-shirt and pulling it up until it revealed her small, olive skinned tits and rock-hard nipples. "Lonely," she said, running a finger over her left nipple, flicking it seductively. "If only we had some big, strong men to keep us company."

Domingo shook his head. "No, no. We shouldn't."

May playfully pouted. "That's too bad," she said. "I guess we'll just have to make due having fun by ourselves."

May left the door of the cabin open as she walked over to the bed where April was lying, naked with one hand playing with her tits and the other hand rubbing between her legs, running over her hard cock, scrotum and tickling her asshole. May hitched her thumbs into the waist of her jean shorts, and pulled them down, revealing her pert ass to the two soldiers standing at the door. May climbed onto the bed and straddled April's face. May grabbed her cock, and guided it down into April's mouth. April wrapped her lips around May's hard shaft, and started to suck it.

"Oh, wow," Domingo said under his breath as he watched April suck on May's cock. 

May reached down and started to play with April's tits. April moved both her hands down between her legs. Her right hand rubbed her hard cock while her left hand explored her ass, her fingers slowly pushing into it and opening it up.

May looked over to the door, her eyes half closed and mouth open in a moan of pleasure. "Oh, fuck, she sucks such a good cock," May said. "It's too bad that she only has her fingers to pleasure her ass. It sure looks like she wants something more substantial in there."

Esteban swallowed hard. He looked over at Domingo, both men's faces betraying the desire they had to abandon their post and join the girls. They held firm, though they didn't take their eyes off the two girls.

May pulled her cock out of April's mouth and jumped off the bed. "April, throw those legs up in the air," May commanded. April lifted her legs into the air, spreading her ass cheeks wide and opening up her asshole. May knelt on the bed, grabbing April's legs and holding them high. The tip of May's cock brushed against April's asshole.

"I want you inside me," April said breathlessly. April reached down and grabbed May's cock, and pulled it into her asshole. Both girls moaned with pleasure as May pushed into April's ass.

Domingo felt his knees go weak. Esteban pressed a hand down onto his crotch, where his hard-on was impossible to hide.

May pushed in and out of April's ass with long, deep, slow strokes. April moaned with each slow thrust, her hands playing with her cock and tits alternatively.

Esteban undid the zipper on his fatigues, taking his cock in his hand. He started to stroke himself. Domingo looked over at Esteban amazed, but then shrugged and followed suit, undoing his pants and taking his cock in his hand.

May looked over and smiled. "You boys could stand there and whack off, or you could come over here and join us," she said.

Esteban and Domingo did not hesitate this time. Stepping out of their fatigue pants and tossing their t-shirts aside, the two men quickly walked towards the bed.

Esteban straddled April's head and slid his cock into her mouth. April greedily swallowed the entire length of the Esteban's shaft. Domingo grabbed May's head and pulled it towards his, kissing her deeply. May's hand grabbed onto Domingo's hard cock and started to stroke it furiously.

May pumped furiously in and out of April's ass and Esteban pushed himself in and out of April's mouth. May and Domingo continued to kiss, May's hand pumping Domingo's hard dick while Domingo's hands massaged May's ass and fingered her asshole.

May finally broke off the kiss with Domingo, putting a hand on top of his head and pressing him gently down. Domingo moved down May's body, kissing her neck, sucking on her nipples, kissing and licking her flat stomach. May continued to push him down, gently guiding his head as he reached her belly button away from her flat stomach and towards the bobbing, hard cock of April.

Domingo hesitated with his mouth poised over April's dick. It was one thing to let a transsexual suck his cock and to fuck her beautiful ass, but Domingo wasn't sure about taking a cock in his mouth. It seemed like crossing a line to him. May didn't relent, though, pressing his head down with increasing pressure. Finally, Domingo stopped resisting and took April's cock in his mouth. 

At first he just sucked on the tip, letting his lips get used to the taste of her pre-cum covered skin. Then slowly, guided gently by May's hand, Domingo took more and more of April's cock in his mouth, until finally his lips touched the skin of April's balls, and he had the full length in his mouth.

May held Domingo's head down, and then started to really pump into April's ass. The fast, deep strokes caused April's hips to buck up and down, which in turn drove her cock in and out of Domingo's mouth. Domingo tried breathing through his nose, but couldn't help coughing and gagging a few times as April's dick drove deep to the back of his throat. Soon April's cock was slick with Domingo's saliva.

"Oh fuck, I think I'm going to come soon," May called out.

Esteban, his dick buried deep in April's mouth grunted out a reply that he was close to coming to.

"Yes," May said. "Let's cum at the same time and fill this slut up with our juice!"

Esteban and May started to pump furiously into April at either end, which in turn caused April's dick to press deeper and faster into Domingo's mouth.

May exploded first. "Fuck, yes!" she cried out, throwing her head back and shaking all over, like she was having a fit. Streams of cum shot out of her dick and flowed deep into April's anal cavity. "Fuck, yes," May repeated. "Cum in this slut's mouth, fill her up!" May cried out as a command to Esteban.

Esteban, eyes closed and face scrunched into a mask of agony and ecstasy, pumped his cock in and out of April's mouth until it finally burst like a busted dam, filling April's mouth up with his white, sticky cum. April sucked down and swallowed as much as she could, but some escaped and run down her chin.

Esteban, eyes still closed, leaned back, trying to catch his breath. He never saw the blow coming, he simply slumped over unconscious after May brought both hands down upon his neck.

Domingo, face buried in April's crotch as she pumped in and out of his mouth, didn't see the Esteban get knocked out, nor was he expecting the blow to the back of his head that turned his world black. His body slumped unconscious.

May jumped up off the bed and quickly gathered up the soldiers uniforms. She turned back to the bed to see April still furiously face fucking the unconscious Domingo.

"Jesus, April, stop or your drown the poor boy," she said, laughing.

April just grunted and exploded into Domingo's mouth. The cum shot up into his mouth, and then dribbled back out and covered April's balls and ran onto the bed sheet. Satisfied, April stood up and wiped down her cock, balls and ass with a towel. She looked up sheepishly at May. "I was just so close, I had to finish," she said, shrugging.

May rolled her eyes and tossed over one of the uniforms to April. "Put this on" she said.

The two girls put on the baggy fatigues of the unconscious soldiers, having to synch the belts tight around their waists to keep the pants from falling down. May dashed outside, and returned a moment later with a length of rope. Together, April and May bound up Esteban and Domingo, and gagged them with strips torn off the pillow cover. Ensuring their were suitably bound, the two girls looked at each other.

"Let's go and rescue Robert," April said.

May nodded, and the two girls silently crept out the cabin door and into the dark night of the camp.

Sneaking through the dark, April and May approached the cabin in which Robert Chambers was being held. From the safeness of the darkness, they surveyed the scene. Two guards were leaning against the wall of the cabin, rifles hung lazily around their shoulders. Between them, on the ground, was another small kerosine lamp, illuminating a small patch of ground just outside the front of the door.

The guards weren't expecting any trouble from inside the cabin, as Robert Chambers was securely tied to a post, and they weren't expecting any trouble from outside the cabin due to the parameter guards. That the two trannies being guarded in another cabin could be a threat was the farthest thing from their mind. The guards stared out into the darkness disinterestedly.

From the darkness emerged April, hands at her hips as she sashayed towards the two men. "Hello boys," she said.

The two soldiers looked at each other with confused looks. "Parar! Quédate quieto!" one of the guards - Javier - called out. April kept walking towards him. The two guards quickly reached for their rifles, fumbling with them until they were pointed at April. By the time they got them pointed in the right direction, though, April was already standing just two feet in front of them, the barrel of the rifles almost pressing against her stomach.

"Come on, boys, you wouldn't shoot a girl, would you?" April asked.

The two guards, not speaking any English, just stared at April. "Tenderse en el suelo!" Javier said loudly, motioning towards the ground.

"Okay, okay, take it easy, boys," April said, taking a step back and kneeling down. Javier kept his rifle pointed at April while the other guard - Arturo - put his rifle down, leaning it against wall of the cabin. He took out a pair of plastic zip cuffs, and walked around behind April, ready to cuff her.

Javier watched as his compatriot walked around behind the tranny, but then his world went black. He slumped to the ground, bleeding from the back of his head where the butt of the rifle had contacted it.

Arturo, on hearing his friend drop to the ground, looked up. May was standing over the unconscious Javier, rifle pointing straight at Arturo. Arturo realised that May was pointing his own gun at him, and blushed a bright red. He slowly raised his hands in the air.

April stood up and looked at Arturo. "Sorry things didn't work out between us," she said, winking at Arturo. April then raised her arm in the air, and brought her closed fist down upon Arturo's nose, breaking it and causing his to pass out from the pain.

April and May opened the door of the hut and dragged the two guards inside. May grabbed the kerosine lamp and pulled it in the room.

It was a small wooden hut with a square floor plan. The hut was void of furniture expect for a single chair, positioned facing a pillar in the middle of the room. The pillar rose from the floor up to the simple dried palm-leaf ceiling, holding it up.

It was too this pillar that Robert Chambers was tied up. He was barefoot and shirtless, wearing only a pair of dirty khaki pants. His torso was covered with cuts and bruises, and his face was puffy and bloodied.

May secured the guards with the plastic zip-cuffs while April went over to Chambers. She shook him gently. "Robert, Robert, are you okay?" she asked.

Chambers stirred and looked at April through puffy eyes. He looked at April with confusion, and then the light of recognition crossed his face. "Cho, is that you?" he said.

April blinked quickly. She hadn't been called by her last name in weeks, and it shocked her to suddenly hear it. It reminded her of her past life, before she started to transition to being a woman. Finally, she shook off her stupor and replied to him. "Yes, Chambers. Its me. Are you okay?"

Chambers let out a short chuckle, but it turned quickly into a cough. "I've been better," he said. "How is Ria?"

April raised an eyebrow. "What? Ria? You mean the girl working in the racing team?"

"She was here," Chambers said. "She took care of me. Where is Ria?"

April gently stroked Chambers hair. "She isn't here, Robert. I think she is in Chile."

Chambers didn't reply, instead he looked around the cabin with blurry eyes and his mouth agape. "Where..." he said, but trailed off.

April stood up, and walked over to May who was just finishing gagging Javier and Arturo with bits she had torn off one of their shirts.

"Chambers isn't in great shape," April said. The two girls looked over at him, his head lolling about as he surveyed the room with a confused look.

May frowned. "Well, we have to get on the road either way." May held up the uniform of one of the guards. "Get him dressed in this, and let's figure out a way to get him out of here."

April dressed Chambers in the soldiers uniform as May did some quick reconnaissance of the camp. She returned just as April was getting Chambers up to his feet. "I think he's getting a little more lucid," April said to May.

"Do you think he'll be okay on his feet in the jungle?" May asked. "I think we can sneak out to the south of the camp. The jungle is thick, so there aren't guards there. It'll be a touch slog, though."

April looked at Chambers, who was starting to gain focus. "Are you up for a jungle march, Robert?" she asked.

Chambers nodded. "Yes, yes. I'll be fine. Let's get out of here."

April slung one of the rifles over her shoulder, and supporting Chambers with the other arm, crept out of the cabin. May made one last check that the soldiers were secured, and then taking the other rifle, shut the door behind her.

* * 

Ciro lifted his head and sniffed the air. Nothing strange on the breeze. He stood up, and stretched out his hind quarters while giving a big yawn. He looked around him, his canine sight much better than humans, he was able to see much of the camp. It was very quiet, just a few of the humans roaming on the outer edges of the camp.

Ciro shook himself, loosening up his muscles. He was hungry. The human, the one called Arturo, he always fed him. Ciro would find Arturo, and Arturo would give him food.

Ciro started trotting his way across the dusty central section of the camp, sniffing the air of Arturo's scents. There were so many scents in the air and on the ground, so many humans that wander through the camp.

Ciro's nose caught something. The scent of a man, and the scent of the two humans that confused him. The two humans who smelt like men, but also like women. He raised his head and scanned the edge of the camp. There they were, walking off into the darkness of the jungle. Ciro cocked his head to the side and watched as they walked into the thick brush. As they disappeared into the darkness, Ciro's mind wandered back to the grumbling of his stomach. 

"Food," thought Ciro. "Arturo gives me food." Ciro put his nose back to the ground and sniffed it, trying to pick up the scent of Arturo. He picked it out of all the scents lingering in the dirty clearing. Ciro started up again, padding across the clearing towards the hut where Arturo's scent was.

Ciro arrived at the cabin, but was confused. Many scents mingled here, and Ciro's nose could pick up a tinge of fear and panic from the odors left behind. The odors of Arturo and the human called Javier, who Ciro did not like as Javier hit Ciro often, were strong on the ground. Ciro could smell them in the dusty tracks leading into the cabin, like they had been dragged through the dust.

Ciro became worried. The scent trails into the cabin reminded Ciro of following the scent of an animal who had been brought down and dragged off through the forest, as the Jaguars and Pumas do with their prey. Ciro liked Arturo. Arturo treated him nicely.

Ciro pawed at the door of the cabin, whining softly. Ciro raised an ear, and listened for movement. He heard none. Ciro let out a bark, a wake up call to Arturo. Again Ciro heard no movement.

Ciro paced back and forth, whining to himself. "Is Arturo hurt?" Ciro wondered. Ciro looked out into the darkness. He could still see the humans, the other guards, off in the distance roaming the edges of the camp.

Ciro went back to the door and pawed at it again, barking twice. There was no answer. No movement inside. Arturo would have come and greeted Ciro, Ciro was sure. Ciro needed to get one of the humans to let him in the cabin, so Ciro could see Arturo.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 19



Ciro did next what dogs due when they want to alert the humans of something. 

He barked, loudly.

* * 

Off in the dense rain forest, April, May and Chambers struggled through the dense and dark underbrush. They didn't risk a light, lest they be seen by guards patrolling the parameter of the camp, so they had to feel their way through the thick jungle undergrowth and around the gnarly roots, low hanging branches and thick trunks of the trees. Chambers had a significant limp, and was already breathing heavily even though they had only managed to make it about 20 feet into the forest.

Then they heard the dog barking. Loudly and repeatedly.

"Damnit," said May. "Looks like we've been found to be missing. We need to move... NOW!"

The three CIA agents picked up the pace as they struggled through the forest. They gained another 10 feet when suddenly the clearing behind them burst into light. Someone had turned on the generators, and lights were suddenly pouring out into the forest, casting long shadows in front of them. Voices barked orders as a search party was quickly organised. Beams from spotlights swept back and forth around them.

April, May and Chambers ducked behind a large tree trunk.

"What now?" April asked in a whisper.

Chambers stared away, looking as the forest was illuminated by the lights. "Look ahead, there," Chambers said, pointing into the distance. "It looks like the forest thins about 30 feet in that direction. Perhaps a river bed or clearing. Either way, let's make a break for that, and from there, with some open ground, we should be able to gain some distance."

April and May nodded, and then the three got up and started to run, unconcerned about making noise given that they probably wouldn't be heard over the racket coming from the camp. May went first, using her hands and the rifle butt to clear a path as best she could. Chambers followed, sticking close to May and the path she cleared. April followed as rear guard, keeping an eye behind her, telling the team when to duck as search lights swept by, and helping Chambers up when he stumbled.

April looked back to see a group of soldiers entering the forest behind them. She heard a dog barking frantically behind them, and could see the beams of flashlights bobbing about 20 feet behind them. "We need to pick up the pace," she said.

May, struggling with the rifle butt to batter a path through an especially tangle grouping of ferns, said, "I'm trying."

The dog barking got louder and closer. April turned around, and raised her rifle, but it was too late. Ciro, the mongrel mutt, jumped up and knocked her down. The rifle went spiralling off into the dense jungle. As she fell, April knocked into Chambers, who lost his balance and dropped to the jungle floor. April landed half on Chambers, and both were pinned down by the large dog standing on April's chest and growling.

May turned around, raising her rifle, but slowly lowered it when she saw what confronted her. A group of about 10 soldiers had their rifles trained on her.

Clemente, the Colonel who April had slept with just the night before, stepped forward. He ran his flashlight over April and Chambers on the ground, and then focused the beam on May's face. May squinted into the bright light.

Clemente frowned. "Well, it appears we have not one, but THREE gringo spies in our midst." Clemente turned to the soldiers. "Take them back to the camp, and make sure they are all SECURED this time."

The three CIA agents were grabbed by the rough soldiers hands and dragged back to the camp.

* * 

The next day, as the morning light broke over the jungle canopy, Colonel Clemente started the interrogations. The three Americans were kept in separate cabins, and in each a group of soldiers tried to get them to speak.

After an hour, Clemente went to check on the progress of the questioning.

First he visited the hut where May was kept. Walking in, he saw the exasperated look on his soldiers faces.

"It is no use," the lead interrogator said. "She seems like enjoy it! In fact, the more pain we inflict, the more she seems to love it."

Clemente looked over at May, and shook his head. He walked over and slapped her across the face. She looked up and said, "Oh, have I been a bad girl. Are you going to punish me, hot stud?"

Clemente leaned in close and whispered in May's ear. "If you don't talk, I will take a car battery and attach it to your testicles. What would you think of that?"

May shivered and let out a moan of desire.

Clemente stood up. "Fuck it. We'll break the others."

Next the Colonel visited the hut with Chambers in it. Again, the soldiers reported no success.

"He has had too much," they said. "He keeps slipping off into unconsciousness. We can't get him to stay awake long enough answer any questions."

Clemente sighed. "Fine. Get Alma in here to clean him up, and then let him rest and get back his energy. We'll try again tomorrow with him."

* * 

Chambers sat against the tree, watching birds playful flirt in the air above his head. The sun was shining, and the pretty meadow was filled with tall grasses and flowers, slowly and gently swaying in the breeze. Off in the distance, he could see a stream meandering through the landscape.

Ria was standing in front of him. How did she get there, suddenly in his view? Chambers put the thought out of his head. What did he care how she came to be here. He was just happy to see her.

"Hello, Ria," he said.

Ria responded, in Spanish, "You poor thing. Why do they treat you like this?"

Chambers raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I'm fine."

Ria knelt down in front of him, and started to clean off his chest. "Where did my shirt go?" Chambers asked, "and where did that sponge come from? Ria, what is going on?"

Ria looked back over her shoulder. "He keeps calling me that - Ria."

Chambers looked over Ria's shoulder to where her gaze was, but saw nothing but blue skies off in the distance.

* * 

Alma cleaned up Chambers as best she could, and left him with a cold compress on his head. She walked outside the poured the blood filled water from her bowl onto the ground. "Poor man," she thought as she watched his blood soak into the dirt.

Alma was a 19 year old sad eyed beauty whose father, a poor farmer, had given her over to the rebel army as a kitchen girl. Alma didn't fault her father. She knew that he couldn't afford to have her live at home on the meagre amount his farm brought in every month. While the army camp wasn't too bad, and Clemente made sure that the soldiers kept a respectful distance from Alma, she still wished she could be somewhere else. In the city, with a nice apartment and pretty clothes. She wanted away from this camp of dirt and the inevitable, seemingly disastrous fate that awaited it. 

Alma could sense the camp was split. Between those that believed in the Aguila Roja's plan, and those that felt they were following the wrong leader. The Aguila Roja was a phantom, just an image that the soldiers had been sold. At first, they believed, but as the day for undertaking their plan grew closer, she could see the young men's belief faltering. They wanted more than a phantom to lead them. 

* * 

Finally, Colonel Clemente visited the cabin with April in it.

"Are you getting anything?" he asked, looking at April, head covered with a wet burlap sack, having just had a bucket of water dumped on her head.

"No, she is being silent," the interrogator said.

Clemente rolled his eyes and let out a large sigh. "Damn American spies." He walked over April and yanked off the hood covering her head. "Why won't you admit you are spies and let us know what your plan is?" he asked.

"Clemente," April said, still trying to catch her breath from the water torture. "What are you doing working for Patterson and the Aguila Roja? Don't you know what they want?"

Clemente smirked. "They want to get rid of the American interference and let us Latinos rule our own lands, instead of being lap dogs for the Americans. They want what we want, a strong and independent Latin America."

April shook her head. "No they don't. Patterson is making deals to give control of the oil fields of Venezuela to the Americans, and control of the Panama Canal to the Aguila Roja. You know why they are doing that? To make shipping drugs easier and to keep the poor farmers still in indentured poverty."

Clemente shook his head. "No, April, you are wrong about that. We are building a strong military to face up against the Americans."

April shook her head again. "No, no, Clemente. You can't believe Patterson, and you can't believe the Aguila Roja. All they want is to line their own pockets by controlling the trade in drugs and guns. If you believe that the Americans have too much influence, then you must realize that with the Aguila Roja all you are doing is trading one controller for another. I understand your desire for stronger Latin American states, but this is not the way to do it. Not with Patterson. Not with the Aguila Roja. You need to fight AGAINST people like that, not with them."

Clemente frowned and snarled, "typical American propaganda!"

"No Clemente, it isn't. Ask yourself this. If the Aguila Roja wants a strong Latin American state, and a strong military, why is he working with an American like Patterson? Why is he going to take control of the oil companies, instead of allowing them to be controlled by Colombians or Venezuelans. Have you ever even seen this Aguila Roja? How do you even know that he is a Latin American?"

Clemente stared at April for a moment in silence. After a moment, he blinked, and turned away from her. He handed the dripping wet hood to the interrogator. "Continue," Clemente said, and walked out of the hut.

* *

The day passed into night, and despite the best efforts of the interrogators, the next morning saw the sun rise with no information from the American spies. 

The lead interrogator reported this to Colonel Clemente as he ate his breakfast, prepared for him by the camp's girl-Friday, Alma. 

"None of the Americans are speaking," the lead interrogator reported. "The two tranny girls are remaining silent. However, the man is in a get condition today. Perhaps we can start questioning him again."

Clemente frowned. "Bah, I am starting to lose faith that these Americans will speak. Given they have been here for two days under our lock and key, and we haven't had any attempts for outside the camp to free them, it is possible they are alone. It might be best to rid ourselves of them."

The interrogator nodded. "Do you wish me to take care of that?"

Clemente pondered this as he lifted his cup of coffee to his lips, slurping the last drop down. He turned to Alma. "Alma, can you pour me another cup, please," he said.

Alma came over and poured a fresh cup of coffee for the Colonel as he turned back to the lead interrogator. "No, let me speak with Patterson before we make a final decision. Can you go and send him over for me," Clemente said. The lead interrogator nodded, and left the cabin.

Clemente finished off the last of his American-style bacon and eggs breakfast while he waited for Patterson to come to the cabin. The colonel may not like Americans in his country, trying to influence the politics, but they sure did know how to make a decent breakfast.

Patterson arrived, walking in the cabin like he owned the place, and sprawling out onto one of the chairs. "Woman, a coffee!" Patterson called out to Alma. 

The Colonel winced. He hated that the General had told him to work with this gauche and arrogant American doctor. He found it hard to believe that the Aguila Roja would actual align himself with this American colonial capitalist. Rumours were flying around the camp that Patterson had been running experiments on children in Brazil, and that he had plans to exploit resources from the rain forests for his American drug company. Clemente wondered how much of that money would ever end up flowing back to his country, and how much would wind up lining the safe of Patterson and his American shareholders.

"So, Doctor," Clemente said, a chill in his voice. "It seems the American whores you brought here to pleasure yourself turned out to be quite dangerous. It seems we are lucky that they weren't able to get a message out to the American military, otherwise we would have been overrun by some combined Colombian and American force. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Patterson sneered. "Get over yourself, Clemente. The American girls may be spies, or may not. You actually don't know anything. What I know is that you can blame me, but I didn't lead the American man here. Those were your troops that lead him direct to this camp. The girls have no idea where we are. The American man - who you led here - knows exactly where we are. So I think there is enough blame to get spread around, if you want to start slinging blame."

Clemente took a sip of coffee, his hand shaking. He spoke, almost spitting out his words. "Either way, we need to do something about these spies. You know what one of the girls tells me? She tells me that you plan to take control of the oil wells and refineries in Venezuela. I told her she was crazy, of course. The fight we undertake is to put control of Latin American in the hand of Latin Americans - not so-called 'communist' dictators nor in the hands of American-controlled corporations. You agree, don't you?"

Patterson wasn't even looking at Clemente, instead staring off at the wall. "Don't you worry about what deals that the Aguila Roja and your Generals are making, colonel. I'll remind you that the General was quite clear on that point. Yours is not to wonder why..."

Clemente stood, and his hands slapping the table with more force than he might have liked to reveal. "Fine, Dr. Patterson. I shall just do and die, then. Speaking of dying, what shall we do with the American spies? They seem reluctant to speak."

Patterson stood up and started to walk for the door. "We aren't taking them with us, and we can't let them go. Kill them," Patterson said before letting the door slam behind him.

Clemente growled and stomped to his bedroom in the back of the cabin, shaking and beet-red. Alma started to clear the table, watching as the Colonel walked into his bedroom and slammed the door. Once the door was shut, she dropped the coffee cup she was taking over to the sink back on the table, and rushed out of the hut.

* * 

It had been almost a full twenty-four hours since the guards had inexplicably stopped beating on him, and Robert Chambers was feeling much better for it. His hallucinations of sitting in a field with Ria had stopped, and all but a few lingering aches and pains were impacting his body. His shoulders and back, though, were quite cramped from being tied fast against the post in the middle of the cabin, and his legs and ass were cold from having to sit on the dirt floor all night.

Despite his aches and pains, in the night he had drifted off into a deep sleep, his body finally able to catch up on almost five days of nothing but fitful sleeps - first as he followed the convoy through the jungle, and then as the guards kept up a constant barrage of beatings.

While his hallucinations might have stopped, the image of Ria and that field was still in his head, and filled his dreams. In his dreams, he was in that same field, Ria snuggled up tight against him, her arms around his torso, his arms draped over her shoulders, holding her head close to his heart.

"Ria, it is so lovely here," he said.

Ria pulled away from him, and crouched down beside him. "We need to get out of here," she said.

Chambers looked at her with a cock of the head. "What are you taking about? It's so peaceful and lovely here."

"No, no," she said. "It is dangerous. It is only a matter of time until they come to get you. We need to get you out of here."

Chambers gave her a playful push. "Come on, stop joking around and come to me," he said, putting his arms around her and pulling her close. He kissed her on the lips. At first she resisted, but then she relented to his advance, and he felt her tongue in his mouth.

Chambers felt himself slowly coming to, in that small space of time between being in the world of dreams and realizing that it was just a mental mirage. Chambers was slowly coming to the realization that Ria and the field were just a dream, and yet she felt so real in his arms. He lips against his, their tongues touching. Part of him was telling him it was a dream, and yet another part could feel her pressing against him, her hands running down his chest, undoing the button on his khakis.

Chambers broke away from the kiss. "Ria? What are you doing? Are you really here?" Chambers asked. He looked around him. His eyesight was still fuzzy as it adjusted to the real world, but he could tell he was in the cabin in the jungle, still tied to the post.

"Shhh," Ria said. 

Only Chambers could tell it wasn't Ria. Her voice wasn't right. He pulled his head further way, and tried to focus on the girl straddling him. She wasn't Ria at all, but she was real. "What the... Who are you?" Chambers asked, his voice cracking.

The girl kissed him on the next, her hand pushing down into his pants and grabbing his morning hard-on. "I am here to save you," she said, speaking in Spanish. "I have been the one taking care of you; washing you, cleaning your wounds. Now I will set you free, and you can take me to the city, so I can start a life away from here."

Chambers, still groggy, said nothing. Instead, he just grunted as he felt the girl squat down onto his hard cock. She wasn't wearing any underwear under her short sun dress, and so Chamber's dick slipped into her pussy. It was wet, but tight. The girl moaned and leaned her head back, arching her back. She wrapped her hands around Chambers neck, and started to pump up and down on his shaft.

Chambers thought of pushing her off, but realized that his hands were still bound behind him. He could do nothing to stop what was happening, so he simply tried to enjoy it.

Alma wrapped her left arm around the post, and put her right hand on Chamber's hard chest. Eyes closed, head tilted towards the ceiling, she thrust herself up and down. She would push herself down onto him, letting Chamber's member fill her completely before she thrust herself up to the point where Chambers almost sprung out of her. She would though, with the tip almost fully released, push herself back down again.

Chambers moaned with pleasure. After days of his only human contact being violence, it felt so good to have a loving and physically pleasurable contact with this girl. Feeling Alma against him, suddenly parts of his memory that had been pressed down came to the fore. The hallucinations of Ria, Chambers suddenly remembered that they weren't Ria at all, but this girl. Her name, she told him, was Alma. She had a gentle touch, and had been the only sweet and decent contact he'd had since being captured. His brain had, in trying to store his memories, turned it into the hallucinatory experience of Ria. Now connected with Alma, though, Chambers remembered the truth.

"Oh, Alma," Chambers said.

Alma started to push up and down on him faster, the animal instincts and passions within her bursting to the fore. Her breathing became fast, shallow grunts. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body started to quiver. She was overtaken by her passion. The orgasm gripped her body, and shot waves of pleasure out through her body, like a quake rumbling out from an epicentre deep within her.

Chambers, too, was gripped by his passion. If Alma's was a long, deep quake, Chambers' was an explosion, like a fire splashed with gasoline. An explosion, from within him. His entire body tense, for just a fleeting moment, and then his energy, and with it a load of semen, release from him.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 19



Then it was over. The passion passed into memory, and the two leaned against each other as they caught their breath.

Finally, rested, Alma stood and walked around behind Chambers, releasing him from the binds that kept him tied to the post.

Chambers stood, stretching out his cramped muscles. 

Alma grabbed Chambers' arm. "Come, we must get out of here," she said.

Chambers grabbed her and pulled her back. "Whoa, whoa. We need a plan. I need clothes. Plus, we need to get my two friends, April and May. The two girls, are they still here?"

Alma nodded. "Yes, in the two cabins next to this."

Chambers' nodded. "All right. We need a plan. Alma, you need to tell me about everything in this camp. The people, the weapons, the vehicles, the roads in and out. I need to know everything to come up with the best way to make sure we escape."

Alma nodded, and the two sat down and started to develop a rescue and escape plan.

* * 

April was strapped to a chair, enduring her second day of torture. The CIA taught techniques to overcome torture. April tried to employ them - imagining she was some place else, leaving her physical body behind and entering fully and completely a dream world. It was hard, though. Near impossible. She feared she couldn't take much more.

Her two interrogators were debating their next move. The taller one, who April had nicknamed Itchy, was suggesting breaking her fingers. The shorter one, who April called Scratchy, was suggesting some sort of hobbling move. April looked down at the ground, and tried to imagine a happier place and time, but the voices of Itchy and Scratchy kept barging their way into her head.

Both Itchy and Scratchy stopped talking when the cabin door opened. They looked up to see a soldier walk in, followed by the camp girl Alma. "What is it," Itchy asked.

The soldier raised his hand, and suddenly something shot out from it. Two small metal needles punctured Itchy's chest. Before he could say anything, an electric current coursed through his body, causing Itchy to shake and fall to the ground.

Scratchy froze for a moment, watching as Itchy hit the ground. He looked up at Alma, who was fast approaching him, hand raised and pointing a small metal tube at him. Scratchy suddenly was blinded, an incredible stinging in his eyes. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

April watched confused as the soldier walked over to the two men writhing on the floor, and held a cloth over their mouths until they passed out. He stood up and removed his cap, revealing his face.

"Chambers," April said.

Chambers smiled. "Let's get you out of here, Agent Cho."

* * 

The three guards at the gate of the camp were looking down the jungle road when they heard the truck behind them. They turned around, expecting to see the truck slow down so they could open the gate for the truck. Instead, the truck was coming along at them and showing no signs of slowing down.

One of the guards raised his hands to motion the truck to stop. He looked in the cab to see the girl, Alma, driving. "What the hell is she doing in a truck?" he said to his fellow soldiers. They just shrugged.

A man stood up in the back of the truck. He raised something to his shoulder and pointed it back into the camp. It took a moment for the guards to realize it was a tank buster rocket propelled grenade, and the man - who they now recognised as the American - was pointing it direction of the ammunitions storage.

The guards scrambled, clicking off the safeties on their rifles and starting to raise them to fire. Before they could, though, the two American girls popped up from behind the truck's cab, semi-automatic rifles in hands. They started firing, causing the guards to have to scramble for cover.

Chambers pressed the launch button on the RPG. It flew across the camp, leaving a trail of smoke, and punctured a hole in the wall of the ammunition storage shed just about dead centre.

"Duck," he called out, dropping down to the floor the truck's bed. April and May quickly dropped to the floor.

As the truck burst through the barrier gate, past the speechless soldiers, the ammunitions shed burst into a 100 foot tall pillar of smoke and flame.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 20



Ria sat with her head down in a hospital conference room. Carlos was in surgery, but the doctors had said that things looked bleak. The hospital had given the Cabo Blanco team use of one of the conference rooms to wait in to avoid the prying eyes of the press. The room was filled with Carlos' pit crew and mechanics, as well as the a number of other members of the Cabo Blanco racing team. The mechanics huddled together. Ria was sat off in a corner, keeping to herself.

Marisa entered the room, holding two cups of coffee. She sat down beside Ria and handed her one of the cups of coffee. The two girls sat in silence, sipping their coffees until finally Ria broke the silence.

"I can't believe this. I can't believe that Carlos had such a horrific accident," Ria said softly, her voice quivering.

Marisa put her arm around Ria. Ria lay her head in the crook of Marisa's shoulder. The two women sat silently.

Rodrigo Tabernas and Isabella entered the waiting room. The two took a seat in a quiet corner the other side of the room. Ria glared at Tabernas.

"What if this wasn't an accident?" Ria asked.

Marisa looked at her. "What do you mean, Ria?"

Ria motioned her head to Tabernas. "I don't trust him. Rodrigo Tabernas. He owns the team. He could probably have engineered an accident."

Marisa stroked Ria's hair. Marisa was intrigued by Ria's announcements, but she showed no external sign of it. Don't push, Marisa told herself. Don't get Ria too excited. Just let her tell her story. Marisa knew that Ria's pronouncements against Tabernas were as likely to be anger at the situation than any true information. Casually and calmly, Marisa said, "Why would Tabernas want to hurt Carlos?"

Ria closed her eyes and said, "Maybe he knows. Maybe he was ordered to. Maybe he gave the order himself. Maybe he knows."

Marisa kept her poker face of calm stillness on, but inside her mind was turning over. "Maybe he knows." Knows what? That would be the obvious question, but it was too obvious. Marisa didn't want to signal her interest too much in getting the answer to that question, in case Ria suddenly backed away from revealing the answer. Slowly, softly, steadily, Marisa told herself. "Come now, Ria. Don't worry yourself with the whys. I am sure that Mr. Tabernas has no reason to hurt Carlos."

Ria shook her head. "I wish... I wish I could tell you," Ria said. "I don't trust him."

"Why would you not trust Mr. Tabernas?" Marisa asked.

Ria looked at her. "Marisa, there are things you don't know about Tabernas. About the entire racing series. There are bad people operating here. You should leave. Today, for your own safety. There is a war going on, and people are dying. For your own safety, tell me you'll leave."

Marisa saw her chance. "What danger, Ria? What people are dying? Do you mean Fernandez? He died of a heart attack, didn't he?"

Ria shook her head. "No, Marisa. He didn't. I think Tabernas knows that Fernandez didn't die of a heart attack, and that is why he caused Carlos' accident."

Marisa was surprised. Tabernas had always been on her radar, but what did Carlos have to do with anything? And what did Ria know about it? "What do you mean, Ria?" Marisa asked. "What happened to Mr. Fernandez?"

Ria started to cry. "He shot himself. We were questioning him, and he shot himself."

Marisa cocked her head to the side. The gates had opened, and Marisa no longer took the slow and steady path. She barged ahead. "What do you mean you were questioning him? Who do you mean?"

"Carlos and I," Ria said, her defences down and the story pouring out of her now. "We had him tied up, but he got free. He got Carlos' gun and shot himself." Tears were streaming down Ria's cheeks.

"Why were you questioning him?" Marisa asked.

"Because Fernandez is connected to a drug lord called the Aguila Roja, and we are hunting for the Aguila Roja," Ria said.

Marisa sat back. "Who is hunting for the Aguila Roja," she asked.

Ria sat back and dried her eyes. "Everyone. The CIA, the Colombian security agency the DAS."

Marisa let that sink in for a moment. That confirmed what Isabella had said, that Carlos was a Colombian agent of DAS. Ria was Mexican, though. She wouldn't be working for the DAS or the CIA, at least not directly. Perhaps Carlos had simply brought her along, though for what reason Marisa was unclear. Marisa turned to Ria. "Ria, do you work for the DAS?"

Ria shook her head.

Marisa continued, "do you work for the CIA?"

Ria made no movement. Marisa took it as a positive answer. Marisa held Ria's face in her hands, and pulled their two faces close together. "Ria, I know that Carlos' accident was no accident. It was ordered by the Aguila Roja."

Ria's eyes shot open. "How do you know that?"

Marisa locked eyes with Ria. "Ria, if you work for the CIA and give me the information you got from Fernandez before he died, then I can tell you how I know that the Aguila Roja tried to kill Carlos."

* * 

The surgeon felt the sweat collecting on his brow. "Sponge," he said. The nurse wiped down his brow with a sponge, daubing away the beads of sweat. The surgeon looked up at the doctor across from him. "The damage is extensive," The surgeon said.

The second doctor nodded. "I don't know that we can stop the bleeding from the liver. The spleen is severely bruised."

The surgeon nodded, looking up at the monitor. Blood pressure was sky-rocketing and the heart beat was erratic. He felt the sweat on his brown again. "Sponge," he called out, before looking back down at his patient and saying a silent prayer.

* * 

Marisa and Ria left the conference room, and found a quiet room in the hospital. Marisa looked at Ria. 

Ria had fire in her eyes. "Who ordered Carlos to be killed?" she asked.

Marisa shook her head. "The Aguila Roja, according to my source. I don't know who that is, though. What did Fernandez tell you?"

"Who told you that?" Ria pressed. "I want to talk to them."

Marisa took a step back. "Ria, I know you are angry, but you need to be rational right now. I have been chasing the Aguila Roja for a couple of years now. You can't just barge around questioning people. The Aguila Roja is very secretive. If you come on too strong, the Aguila Roja will just disappear and we will lose our chance to stop him."

Ria looked up at the ceiling, breathing heavily in and out. Finally, she looked back at Marisa. "Who are you?"

Marisa responded, "I work for Venezuela's Dirección Nacional de los Servicios de Inteligencia y Prevención, or DISIP. It is our version of the CIA and FBI, rolled up into one. I am here to infiltrate and collect information on the Aguila Roja. Do you work for the CIA?"

Ria nodded. "Yes, I do."

Marisa smiled. "Good. Now, I suggest we share information. Obviously you were close to Luis Tabernas before his death, and have been working with Carlos and DAS to collect information. I have a wealth of information from my source. Are you willing to exchange information?"

Ria nodded. "Yes, if it will help me identify the Aguila Roja, and get revenge then let's do it."

The two spies sat down and over the next hour played a game of tit-for-tat, revealing small bits of information to each other, carefully and slowly, like animals circling each other, wary of whether their counterpart was friend or foe.

Ria learned that Marisa's source was Isabella. Despite her outward prudish appearance was a bisexual. Marisa has seduced her, and was slowly getting information out of her. Isabella was well connected to someone high up with Aguila Roja's organisation, Marisa revealed, possibly sleeping with that person, or perhaps acting as a personal administrator. Isabella was the one who revealed that the Aguila Roja knew of Carlos' work with the DAS, and as such had ordered him to be killed. Isabella's potential involvement in the Aguila Roja's organisation was not something that had shown up on any CIA gathered intel on the Aguila Roja.

Throughout this exchange, Ria let out little bits of information that they had got from following Fernandez. She told Marisa about his death, about the boats in Peru and the canal plans in Panama.

After the hour of circling, the two both felt better about their involvement with each other. Both had revealed information and received back in kind. The information started to flow more freely, the secrets bigger.

Ria asked Marisa, "Who do you think Isabella is connected to within the Aguila Roja's organisation?"

Marisa took a deep breath, and let it out. This was the biggest secret of all, and Marisa took a moment to debate the pros and cons of releasing it. Marisa was afraid that it might cause Ria to do something rash, given her emotional state, but the potential for more CIA information in return out weighed the risk. "We believe that she is directly in contact with the Aguila Roja, either as his personal assistant or his lover."

Ria's eyes grew wide. She thought back to the conference room, and Tabernas and Isabella sitting together. "Tabernas. She is very close to Tabernas."

Marisa nodded. "He is our top candidate for being the Aguila Roja."

Just then, the girls phones both buzzed in unison. They looked at their phones. It was a text message from one of the mechanics. "Doctors are out of surgery."

The two girls ran back to the conference room where the Cabo Blanco racing team was waiting. They arrived just as the doctor walked into the room. Marisa and Ria walked into the room and stood behind him.

The doctor took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, before saying. "I'm sorry, we did everything we could, but the internal injuries were too great. Mr. Sanz is dead."

Ria felt her knees go weak, and her vision go black. She felt her legs give way, and would have fallen to the floor if not for Marisa's arms, which wrapped around her to prop her up.

* * 

Two hours later, and Marisa and Ria were sitting at the bar at the hotel. Marisa was nursing her first pisco sour, while Ria was deep into her sixth tequila. 

Ria had said little since the doctor made his announcement. Marisa had sat with her and watched as Ria's face went from hatred and anger to anguish and pain, and then back again. Finally, as the fifth tequila settled into her stomach, Ria had started to come around and re-engage with the outside world. Now, on tequila number six, she was quite drunk and quite sad.

"I think we should get you up to your room," Marisa said.

Ria nodded. Marisa helped her up, and the two women took the elevator up to Ria's floor. Marisa walked with Ria to her room, and helped her onto the bed. Ria sat on the bed, watching as Marisa walked towards the door.

"Don't go," Ria called out. "I don't want to be alone."

Marisa looked at her. "Ria, I think you should probably just get some rest."

Ria shook her head. "No, please, come here and hold me. I just don't want to be alone right now."

Marisa walked over and sat on the bed. The two women embraced, and lay back. Ria lay her head on Marisa's chest, letting the soft, slow rise and fall of Marisa's breathing comfort her. Marisa kissed Ria on the top of the head. Ria looked up at Marisa. Their heads slowly moved towards each other, until their lips met. 

As they kissed gently, Marisa and Ria's hands grasped each other, they fingers weaving in and out of each other. Ria's hand ran up and down Marisa's arm, gently massaging it. With each pass, Ria's hand ran further up Marisa's arm, finally onto her shoulder, and from there across her chest. Ria's fingers played with Marisa's nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

Marisa's hands started to rove across Ria's body. One hand ran down Ria's back and over her ass, while Marisa's other hand moved up Ria's stomach, under her shirt and up towards her chest. Ria's perky breasts were not covered by a bra, so Marisa's fingers crawled over the fleshy mounds and started to play with Marisa's nipples.

The two girls separated from their kiss, and removed each other's shirts. Breasts exposed, their hands once again started to roam over the rounded landscape of the other woman's chest. Ria leaned her head forward and kissed Marisa's neck. Marisa lay on her back, and Ria moved her mouth down from Marisa's neck across her torso until it found Marisa's nipples. They were large and red, with a small nub. Ria kissed the nub, before taking it into her mouth and suckling it. Ria licked and kissed the nipple for a moment, and then moved over to the other nipple. Marisa moaned with pleasure.

Ria moved down to Marisa's flat stomach, kissing and licking the side of her stomach, working towards her belly button. Marisa arched her back, and she reached between her legs and started to rub her groin, which was growing hot and wet with the attention of Ria's lips.

Ria lay back onto her back. Marisa perched herself over Ria's breasts, and started to suck on them. Ria felt her cock growing in her pants. She undid her pants and pulled them down, revealing her hard cock. Marisa moved her mouth down, kissing her way down Ria's stomach until her lips touched the tip of Ria's hard dick.

Marisa took it into her mouth, pushing herself down onto it until its full length was in her mouth. Marisa slowly moved her head up and down on the hard shaft. Ria put her head back and let out a long and loud breath. Ria's hands reached out, grabbing at the waist of Marisa's pants and tugging them down. Marisa's rounded ass and wet pussy were revealed the air.

Marisa got onto all fours on the bed. Ria crawled behind her, burying her face into Marisa's wet cunt and tight asshole. Marisa watched over her shoulder through eyes half-closed with ecstasy as the beautiful Mexican transsexual sucked on her pussy and asshole.

Marisa turned over, lying on her back. Ria started at Marisa's knee, slowly running her tongue along Marisa's leg until she reached her neatly trimmed pussy, the small patch of pubic hair now glistening with moisture. Ria ran her tongue up and down Marisa's slit, playfully flicking her clit. Marisa moaned with pleasure, moving her hips to try and maximise the amount of time that Ria's tongue was in contact with her clit. Finally, Ria settled into sucking and licking on Marisa's clitoris. Marisa leaned back, eyes closed and hands playing with her nipples as Ria ate her pussy.

Ria ate Marisa's pussy for ten minutes, playing and sucking on the clit, and occasionally running her tongue down and into her deep, wet hole of Marisa's pussy. Ria's cock was rock hard, and Marisa's cunt lubricated, Ria climbed in between Marisa's legs, and pushed herself inside Marisa.

Marisa moaned as Ria's dick entered her. She looked up to see a beautiful woman between her legs. Such a strange and wonderful situation, Marisa reflected to herself. The beauty and tenderness of a woman, yet with the ability to give her satisfaction like a man. Marisa reached up and wrapped her arms around Ria's waist, urging her faster and deeper into her.

Ria obliged, closing her eyes and pumping in and out of Marisa's wet and warm pussy. Ria bent down, laying her body on top of Marisa's, the heat from each woman's body radiating into the other's. They made love in almost complete silence, only the occasionally grunt or moan breaking the intense silence.

Marisa wrapped her legs around Ria's waist, and used them to urge Ria to enter her faster and deeper. Ria's lip started to quiver. Marisa's body started to shake. Both woman's breathing became laboured. A loud grunt, a long, low moan and a series of sharp breaths. Marisa tensed, then her body shook. Her nails dug into Ria's back. Ria's buttock and legs tensed, and then an explosion of relief accompanied the release of her orgasm.

The two woman separated, but quickly found each other's arms again. Marisa comforted Ria, who lay quietly until she fell asleep.

* * 

Dr. Hugh Patterson's plane landed in Santiago on Sunday, which was the day of the race. Patterson had left the camp in the jungle just after breakfast, and when he left the camp was fully intact and the prisoners were tightly locked up in their huts. It wasn't until he was in the air that Chambers, April and May along with the help of Alma broke free of the camp.

Patterson learnt of the attack upon landing, which immediately turned his mood foul. He had hoped to enjoy a day at the car races, but obviously that was not to be.

Not that anyone was really in the mood for enjoying a day at the car races. The news that Carlos Sanz had died from injuries sustained in the crash during qualifying brought a sombre tone to the day. The usual press conferences full of jokes and banter were cancelled, and drivers and racing teams mostly kept to themselves and kept their minds concentrated on preparing for the race.

The mood in the Cabo Blanco owner's box was doubly glum, with both the loss of Andre Frenandez and Carlos Sanz in a couple of days. Just a handful of VIPs showed up, and Marisa, Emma and Ria sat quietly as Rodrigo Fernandez and Isabella went over press releases and other business related to the racing.

Marisa and Emma watched the race, but Ria couldn't quite keep her eye of Tabernas. Ria was hung over and still feeling the anger of learning that Carlos' crash was no accident. Tabernas seemed the most likely candidate to be the Aguila Roja, and thus have ordered Carlos' death. Ria seethed, knowing that despite sitting here not twenty feet from Tabernas, she could do nothing. Nothing until she had some proof that he was the Aguila Roja.

The race ended with Patterson Racing's Jacques La Roc taking the chequered flag. Cabo Blanco's two remaining drivers Simon Correa and Kasper Ahlstad finished 6th and 10th respectively. There was a muted celebration in the Cabo Blanco box at the sixth place finish from Correa, as that was his best finish in his short racing career so far. Mostly, though, as soon as the race finished those in the Cabo Blanco box disbanded and went their separate ways.

Ria wandered out onto the pit lane to watch the trophy presentation. Jacques La Roc accepted the trophy with a smile that seemed too big for the circumstances. He scanned the crowd, and upon seeing Ria gave her a wink. It sent a shutter down her spine. 

Beside La Roc, Patterson looked on. As team owner, he was expected on the podium, but Patterson looked pale and distracted.

Ria scanned the crowd. In the Cabo Blanco garage, Tabernas was talking to Gaston, his head of security. Tabernas told Gaston something. Gaston nodded gravely, and walked out the back of the garage. Tabernas headed the other way - out of the front of the garage and down the pit lane.

Ria walked through the Cabo Blanco garage and out the same door as Tabernas. She scanned the distance, and saw Gaston disappearing around a corner. Ria quickly followed, running to close the gap between her and Gaston. Ria saw Gaston jump into one of the waiting taxis. Ria grabbed a taxi of her own, and had it follow Gaston.

Gaston returned to the hotel at which all the Cabo Blanco team members were staying. Ria saw Gaston enter the hotel. She quickly paid up her cab and followed him into the lobby. She scanned the lobby, finding it hard to find him in the crowd. There were seemingly hundreds of people milling around, many of them members of the press who were waiting for the key members of the Cabo Blanco racing team to return so they could get quotes and comments.

Finally, Ria saw Gaston near the elevator banks. Ria pushed her way through the crowd, almost knocking a few photographers to their feet, who cursed after Ria. 

Ahead of her, Ria saw Gaston get into an open elevator. Ria pressed ahead, knocking a photographer and a reporter to the ground. The elevator doors started to close. Ria surged forward, only to be slowed by a hand on her shoulder. She turned around quickly to see the reporter she had knocked to the ground.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 20



"Do you..." he said, but stopped short when Ria grabbed his arm and twisted it, launching him into a judo throw and landing him again on his back. He looked up to scream at Ria, but already she was gone.

The elevator door was almost shut when a hand shot through the gap and pressed against the safety feature, causing the door to reverse direction and open. Gaston looked up to see Ria enter the elevator. Ria stabbed at the DOOR CLOSE button, and the door shut just as the reporter arrived at the elevator. Ria watched as the door shut, leaving the surprised looking reporter staring at the ornate wood inlaid barrier.

Ria and Gaston were alone in the elevator. "Mad house out there," Gaston said.

Ria just nodded. "A lot has happened the past few days," she said. "A lot of death."

Gaston nodded grimly. "Yes, so sad. Three deaths this year," he said, counting Luis Tabernas, Fernandez and Carlos, "and we've only run a couple of races. Hopefully the rest of the season is without incident."

Ria stared at the numbers. The elevator rose to floor eleven. Ria waited until Gaston exited, and then followed him. Halfway down the hall, Gaston turned around.

"Are you following me, Ria?" he asked.

Ria smiled a sly smile. "Don't you want me to?" she asked. "I thought that I got the impression you were looking for me to join you."

Gaston looked taken aback. "No, not at all."

Ria inched closer. "Come on now, Gaston. I know that you wouldn't have done anything with me when I was Luis' girl. You're a loyal soldier. But Luis is gone now. You can have whatever you want now. Rodrigo won't care."

Gaston shook his head. "Rodrigo would care. Not because he cares about you, but because he cares about his security. He wouldn't want me to jeopardise that."

Ria grabbed Gaston's hand and placed it on her crotch. She felt Gaston's fingers wrap gently around her cock. Ria smiled, her gambit had paid off. She had always felt that Gaston was interested in girls like her. He wasn't open or vocal about it, but she could tell by the way he had looked at her, especially when she had been naked in front of him after the attack on Luis. His eyes had always wandered south and stayed there a little too long.

Ria, holding Gaston's hand above her cock, wriggled her hips back and forth. Her cock started to grow, pressing out against the light grasp of Gaston. He sighed. "Come on, Gaston. You need to treat yourself now and again," she said.

Gaston nodded. Ria slipped a hand into his pocket, and pulled out the key card for his hotel room. "Which room?" she asked.

"1119," Gaston replied. Ria took Gaston by the hand and led him down to the room. They entered, and Ria shut and bolted the door behind her.

"Strip," she said. Gaston obliged without a word. Ria chuckled to herself. The tougher and more powerful they are in real life, the more they liked to be ordered around in the bedroom. Gaston was soon naked.

"On the bed, on your hands and knees. Ass in the air," Ria said. Gaston hesitated for a moment. "Don't you want it," Ria asked, pulling down her pants to reveal her hard cock. Gaston nodded and climbed onto the bed, positioning his ass at the edge of the bed with his butt cheeks putting up into the air.

Ria stripped off her pants and climbed onto the bed behind him. Gaston leaned forward and grabbed his ass cheeks with his hands, pulling them apart. His asshole opened up before Ria, a beautiful colour of pink.

Ria grabbed her cock, and pushed herself into Gaston. Gaston moaned as Ria pressed herself deep into his ass. Ria started to push herself back and forth into Gaston's tight but very willing hole.

"Spank me," Gaston cried out. Ria raised a hand and brought it down on his ass cheek. Gaston yelped, but then let out a little purr of appreciation. Ria spanked the other cheek, then rubbed it gently with her hand as she pushed herself in and out of Gaston's butt.

Gaston closed his eyes and let the pleasure of Ria's cock in his ass overwhelm him. He so infrequently let go, let himself get overtaken by pleasure and emotion. It was such a beautiful release when it happened.

Seeing Gaston become fully engaged in the act, Ria reached down and grabbed her phone. Clicking the sound over to silent, she started up the camera. As she fucked Gaston, she filmed it. On continuous shot, making sure to capture his face, his naked body, and Ria's cock deep in Gaston's willing ass.

Gaston reached down and started to stroke his hard cock. He started to pump his hips up and down, driving Ria's cock in and out of his ass, and causing his own cock to pump back and forth in his fist.

Ria grabbed Gaston's hips, and using them for leverage started to press deep and fast into Gaston's asshole. "Fuck you, you fucking asshole, fuck you." she cried out as she fucked Gaston in anger. Gaston continued to pump his cock, thinking Ria's verbal outbursts simply dirty talk.

Ria grabbed Gaston's hair, and pulled his head back. Gaston let out a long, low moan, like a mixture between a wounded animal and a satisfied sexual partner. His cock exploded with cum, spraying up in arches over his stomach and down onto the bed linens.

Ria put an arm around Gaston's neck, and pressed into him with fury. She tightened her grip on his neck as she felt the cum come flooding out of her. It shot deep into Gaston's asshole. Ria let out moans of pleasure and gasped for air. 

Fully released, she was exhausted. She pulled out of Gaston, but kept her arm around his neck. She pulled on him, yanking him off the bed and onto the floor. Gaston let out a cry of surprise, but seemed frozen by the unexpected action by Ria. Ria quickly yanked the cord of a lamp out of the wall, and used it to bind Gaston's hands behind his back.

"What are you doing?" he cried out.

"Shut the fuck up," Ria said. "Only answer the questions I want you to." Ria grabbed her phone, and started to play the movie she just recorded. "See this? This is me fucking you. What do you think if I showed this to Mr. Tabernas?"

Gaston looked up at Ria liked a wounded baby deer. "We wouldn't like to see that, no."

"If you want me to keep this film to myself, then, you should tell me what you know about the Aguila Roja," Ria said.

Gaston looked confused. "I don't know anything about the Aguila Roja. Or, at least nothing but the rumours everyone knows."

Ria pressed a finger against Gaston's chest. "Is Rodrigo Tabernas the Aguila Roja?"

Gaston shook his head. "No."

Ria slapped Gaston. "Are you sure?"

Gaston scanned the room, his eyes flitting about his head in a panic. "What? I don't know. I don't know who the Aguila Roja is."

"Does Tabernas know who he is?" Ria asked.

Gaston stared at Ria, but said nothing.

"Fine, I'll email this to Tabernas right now," she said, playing with her phone.

Gaston looked at her defiantly. "I don't care. My job as security chief is more important than that film."

Ria decided to change tacks. "Remember in Cordoba. When you questioned me after Luis' death?"

Gaston nodded and replied that he did.

"You were quite rough with me," Ria said. Ria walked slowly over to the desk of the hotel room, and ruffled through the papers on the desk. "I'd hate to have to return the favour. Why don't you just tell me what Tabernas told you earlier, and we can call it even."

Gaston shook his head, silent.

Ria picked up a hard backed tourist book. "Santiago Tourism" the cover read. She walked over to Gaston, and bashed him on the side of the head with the hard spine of the book. Gaston cringed.

Ria knelt down in front of Gaston. "Let me tell you where we are. I'm with the CIA, and you are in trouble here. Let me know what I want, and I'll protect you."

Gaston shook his head. Ria hit him again, this time the spine of the book making contact with the nerve that runs between the neck and shoulder. Gaston convulsed for a second with pain.

Ria rubbed Gaston's face. "Come on, Gaston. I have you over a barrel here. Just let me know what Tabernas told you, and I'll get you protection. Or, you tell me nothing, and the CIA lets everyone know you sang like a bird anyway. Either way, the Aguila Roja will be looking to silence you. If you talk now, you'll be much better protected than if you keep your mouth shut."

Gaston bowed his head, eyes shut. Ria gave him a moment to think. Finally, Gaston nodded his head slightly. He was broken.

"Did the Aguila Roja order Carlos to be killed?" Ria asked.

Gaston nodded. "Yes. The car was rigged to stop responding to his controls, and crash at top speed."

"Does Tabernas have a direct line to the Aguila Roja?"

Gaston shrugged. "I don't know. Tabernas will sometimes reference the Aguila Roja's wishes, but I don't know if he gets them direct or they are fed to him from someone else."

"Oh, he even just makes them up himself," Ria asked.

Gaston shrugged again. "I suppose he could. I don't know."

"What did Tabernas tell you today?" Ria asked.

Gaston looked up, his eyes moist. "There was an attack at one of our jungle camps. Some Americans apparently infiltrated the camp and then detonated the weapons cache there. The Aguila Roja is most displeased with this, as it puts us at a disadvantage in our efforts in the northern countries of South America."

"What does that mean?" Ria asked. "What efforts?"

Gaston shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is that I was to ensure that any protection that the Tabernas' were providing to Hugh Patterson were not in place this evening. Apparently Patterson was in charge of the camp, and now the Aguila Roja is going to get payback."

* * 

The Aguila Roja looked over the list of loses from the explosion at the jungle camp. The Aguila Roja looked over at the speaker phone on the desk.

"So, General. Does this loss impact our ability to achieve our goals?" The Aguila Roja asked.

"No. It is a blow as now we don't have everything in position, but we have more than enough armaments to achieve our goals. We shall still deliver on all the objectives of the action," the voice on the other end of the speaker phone answered.

The Aguila Roja nodded. "It was my mistake, I am afraid, allowing an American into the inner circle. Americans are too driven by greed and pride, and it blinds them to their faults. We will not let this deter us."

The General, on the other end of the phone, replied. "I am glad to hear it, Aguila Roja. We will not need the Americans for much longer, and that is a blessing."

The Aguila Roja nodded. "Yes. And the particular American responsible for this failure is not need anymore from this moment forward."

* * 

The next morning, a maid at a hotel in Santiago opened the door to Dr. Hugh Patterson's suite to a foul smell. She entered tentatively, calling out to warn anyone in the room she was there. The sole occupant of the room was in no position to answer her, though.

Dr. Hugh Patterson was lying on his back on the bed, naked from the waist up, stone cold dead. The sheets were stained red with blood, but his chest had been wiped down to clear away the blood and reveal what his killer had carved into his chest.

Into his chest, with a large knife, someone had carved the outline of an eagle.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 21



The truck died after five hours of driving down the rutted dirt tracks and muddy river beds of the Colombian jungle. Chambers pushed the truck into the ditch at the side of the road and covered it with branches and foliage from the brush at the side of the road, and then Alma, April, May and Chambers started walking.

"Any idea where the nearest town is," Chambers asked Alma.

She shook her head. "When I was brought in to the camp, I was in the back of a truck covered by canvas. It was a very long drive, but I couldn't see out so I don't know if there were any towns along the way."

Chambers turned around and put his hands on his hips. "Well, at least it appears that we haven't been followed," he said. They had driven the truck off the main road and onto a secondary path as soon as possible, and had been zig-zagging they way through the Colombian jungle since. While in some places the tracks from the truck would be fresh, there were other hard, dusty junctions where any one pursuing them would be at a loss to figure out which way they might have gone.

The four continued walking, trudging through the humid and dense rain forest for another four hours before coming to a small village on a slow-flowing river just as night was falling. The village was composed of only five small houses on stilts, their only source of power a diesel generator run sparingly. The village was comprised of four families, each living in one of the huts, with the fifth hut used as a shared kitchen and mess hall.

As the women treated themselves to a hot water, gravity fed shower, Chambers sat down and spoke to one of the men. The man was named Brendano, and he explained that the families lived here for part of the year, harvesting Brazil nuts from the pristine jungle, piling up the nuts and taking them down river to sell. 

"Why don't they farm Brazil nuts?" Chambers asked.

"They grow best in the wild. They need the other trees and insects of the forest to pollinate correctly," Brendano explained. "It is a tough living for half the year, but the other half we can live off the proceeds of our labours."

Chambers nodded and smiled. "Well, my friends and I shall not stay long in your village. Do you have a radio or mobile phone?"

Brendano shook his head. "No, nothing long range. However, about 5 hours downstream there is a larger town with telephones. I was planning to go into town two days from now, but could head into town tomorrow instead, and take you and your friends there."

Chambers raised his hands and shook his head. "No, no, sir. Please, I can't impose on you like that. I am sure we can find a way to get ourselves there."

Brendano laughed. "Please, don't be silly. It would take you days overland. The river is the best method, and unless you have a boat, you will need to rely on me, I think."

Chambers sheepishly grinned. He knew Brendano was right, so he relented. "Alright, but at least let me reimburse you for your petrol and your trouble."

Brendano smiled. "The cost of petrol I will accept, but no more. We don't get many visitors to our part of the forest, so it is our honour to have you hear."

The families in the village were more than hospitable to their visitors, feeding them an excellent meal and giving them two rooms to use for the night - one for the three girls and one for Chambers. The next morning, Brendano, the three girls and Chambers headed down river in the smaller of the two boats in the village, the larger boat being the holding area for the harvest of Brazil nuts.

After almost six hours of puttering downstream, the boat pulled into a small town, no more than 2 dusty blocks by 2 dusty blocks, in a small clearing beside the river. After a long goodbye with Brendano, Chambers followed Brendano's instructions to the building which held the post office, police station, internet cafe and pay phones.

Chambers punched in his CIA issued American Express number, and then an American phone number.

"Anglo's Butchers," a voice said in English

"Arthur Millington, please?" Chambers asked.

There was a click on the line, and then the familiar instruction to "Code in."

"Brown Bear, seven-six-five-one-one," Chambers said.

"Hold, please," the voice on the other end of the line said. There was a moment of silence.

"Brown bear?" the question came through Chambers' ear piece. Chambers recognised the voice right away as Black Oak. "We hadn't heard from you in five days. We were beginning to suspect we might not hear from you again."

"I'm heartier than that," Chambers said with a slight chuckle in his voice. No reaction from the other end of the line, so Chambers continued. "I am with two others you might not heard from in a while. Flowers and Showers are with me," Chambers said, using the code names from April and May.

"Everyone is all right?" Black Oak asked.

"Yes, everyone is fine," Chambers reported. "I don't want to say too much, as I am in a somewhat public setting," Chambers continued, looking suspiciously at the wooden, closet-sized booth where the phone was, "however, myself, Flowers and Showers were doing a little camping with a well-known doctor and some friends of his in the jungle. They had taken possession of the shipment that we had discussed from Chile." 

Black Oak knew that the shipment from Chile was the guns Chambers was tracking, and that the Doctor was Patterson, who April and May were tracking. "The well known Doctor made his way to Santiago after leaving your camp, it would seem. He had a little accident involving an eagle, and unfortunately he has passed on," Black Oak replied. Chambers' eyes opened wide in surprise. Dr. Patterson was dead.

"How unfortunate," Chambers said. "I can't help but feel that I might be responsible, as I broke the shipment from Chile," communicating that he had destroyed the weapons shipment.

"The shipment was broken. How badly?"

"Well beyond repair," Chambers said.

"Yes, that might have caused some concern among the Doctor's friends. It was a very expensive shipment," Black Oak agreed. "If you have had enough of camping, why don't you come and join me and some friends at a party in Cartagena. I'll be there, along with some friends coming up from Chile. There will be tequila on tap."

Chambers face lit up and his heart skipped a beat. "Tequila? There will be tequila there?"

Black Oak responded, "Yes. Why don't you give me a call when you get to Cartagena, and we can discuss our plans in more detail. Have a good-day, Black Bear."

The line went dead before Chambers could respond. He hung up the phone, and leaned back in the phone booth. Tequila. That of course was a reference to Ria. The thought made Chambers smile.

* * 

Chambers was able to charter a small plane to fly them Bucaramanga, and from there seats on a scheduled service to Cartagena. They arrived in the late evening. Upon arrival they were met by "officials" from the US Embassy, who separated them and took Chambers, April and May through an intense debriefing session in separate rooms in Sofitel Santa Clara. After many hours of intense questioning and re-questioning, the three were allowed to go to sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast delivered to their rooms, Chambers, April and May were re-united, brought into a conference room in the hotel. Jarvis Cleethorpe, CIA Analyst was already in the room.

"Chambers, Juarez, Cho. So good to see you all," Cleethorpe said, standing from his seat. "Please, take a seat. The others will be along shortly. Feel free to speak openly. The room has been swept, and is clean of any listening devices."

The three agents took their seats. "Where is Alma?" Chambers asked.

"The girl who came with you? She is upstairs, enjoying a nice stay at the Sofitel courtesy of the American taxpayer. A situation that my budget won't allow for much longer, so we will need to make a decision what to do with her," Cleethorpe said.

"She saved our lives, Cleethorpe," Chambers said in a snarl. "The only thing that is going to happen to her is she is released with the thanks of the USA government and a reward."

Cleethorpe opened his eyes wide with surprise. "Chambers, please, you insult me. I wouldn't suggest anything less. We just need to decide the best path to achieve her release. We can discuss it in more detail once the Colombians arrive."

Chambers raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Cleethorpe never got a chance to answer, though, as just then the door swung open and Black Oak entered, followed by a man who Chambers didn't recognise. Black Oak and the man sat across from Chambers, April and May, beside Cleethorpe.

"Are we ready," Black Oak asked.

"No, just waiting for Beltran and Ortega," Cleethorpe said.

Black Oak let out an audible sigh and put his fingers to his temple. The man who had entered with him just sat silently. Cleethorpe buried his face in a stack of papers in front of him, while Chambers, April and May looked at each other with confused looks.

Finally, after a minute of waiting in silence, which felt like an hour, the door opened and in walked the final two attendees of the meeting. Chambers smiled as he saw them walk in. Marisa he recognised from the file on the "Cabo Blanco Ambassadors" that he had reviewed before originally being dispatched to Santiago. 

He just gave Marisa a passing glance, though, for it was Ria that caught his attention immediately. She was as pretty as ever, even though the sides of her mouth were cast down and her eyelids seemed heavy over her eyes. Chambers watched her from the moment she walked in, but it was a second before Ria glanced up to see Chambers. Her eyes widened and her lip turned up just on the left the side of her face.

Chambers nodded and mouthed "hello." Ria's smile widened, not to a beam, but at least showing some joy on her face. Chambers thought of standing up to greet her, but before he had the opportunity, Black Oak started to speak, bringing the meeting to order.

"All right, now we are all here, let's begin. First with introductions," he said, starting with himself and working clock-wise around the table. "You all know me, save perhaps Ms. Beltran. I am Black Oak, the director in charge of the Aguila Roja investigation at the Central Intelligence Agency. To my left is Jarvis Cleethorpe, lead analyst on the investigation. Across the table from me are agents Juarez, Chambers and Cho, who have been following various leads related to the investigation, and have most recently come from a militia camp on the border between Venezuela and Colombia. To their left is Ria Ortega, who is a special agent with the CIA, embedded with the Cabo Blanco racing team. Beside her is Marisa Beltran, agent with DISIP - the Venezuelan security forces. Finally, beside me is Alvaro Gomez from Colombia's DAS."

Black Oak and Gomez than gave the entire table a synopsis of what the various threads and investigations had uncovered, as well as the general state of affairs as it stood. The militia camp from where Chambers, April and May had escaped appeared to be one of many camps hidden in the dense jungles and rain forests along the borders of Colombia and Venezuela. The militias, a strange mixture of left-wing communist rebels and right-wing fascists, were preparing to launch simultaneous attacks on Colombian drug farms and Venezuelan oil fields, under the guidance of Aguila Roja. The two unlikely groups had lined up behind the Aguila Roja at the promise of ejecting the present governments and US interests in favour of splitting control of the region - giving parts of Colombia over to the leftists while delivering Venezuela into the hands of the right-wingers.

Thanks to the work that Ria and Carlos undertook in following and questioning Andre Fernandez, Black Oak was able to provide information on the proposed attack on Panama. In Peru, a small armada of gunboats had been commissioned and was now ready to launch an attack on the Panama Canal. Aerial reconnaissance showed the boats in the water and working their way towards the Panama City entrance to the canal. While there is no firm intelligence, Panama and Colombia both believe that any waterborne attack would be accompanied by a land based attack, coming up from the south.

Meanwhile, the Pan-Am racing series was preparing to decamp from Santiago and make its way up to Cartagena. Luis Tabernas, Andre Fernandez and Dr. Hugh Patterson, all suspected of being part of the close inner circle of the Aguila Roja, were now dead. That really only left one prime suspect - Rodrigo Tabernas. 

After the long summary, Black Oak took a deep breath and looked around the table. "Now, obviously we are crossing a lot of borders here and have multiple agencies involved. I have spoken with directors at DAS and DISIP as well as contacts within security agencies within Panama and Peru and we have all agreed to have a co-ordinated, cross-agency approach to dealing with this threat. The response will be led by myself, but I am working in close contact with all the agencies to ensure that we have backing from each government."

Black Oak frowned. "I don't need to tell you that this is a very tenuous alliance we have here. Colombia and Venezuela don't generally agree on much. However, due to the seriousness of the threat from Aguila Roja, we have a small window to combine our knowledge and actions to work together."

Black Oak looked around, and seeing everyone nodding, continued. "April and May, I want you to go back into the jungle and find Clemente. We need to get him to either give up the fight, or either we need to find out from him the movements of all the jungle units so we can prepare an adequate response. You'll be working with Marisa, as Venezuela is most concerned about stopping any attacks on the oil fields."

Black Oak looked at Chambers, and then at Ria. "Chambers, Ria, I want you to head up Panama. Our intelligence says that Tabernas is heading towards Panama, no doubt to oversee the attack on the canal. You need to find him and stop him. You'll take Mr. Gomez with you," Black Oak said, gesturing towards Alvaro Gomez beside him.

"Mr. Cleethorpe will give further details once we wrap up here. Any other questions?" Black Oak finished.

Chambers spoke up first. "What about Alma?"

Black Oak looked confused. "Who is Alma?"

Chambers sighed. "The girl who saved Cho, Juarez and me. I want to make sure she is taken care of, allowed to go free and given a reward for the brave act she undertook."

Alvaro Gomez spoke up at this point, "Yes, we will take care of her. In speaking with her, it appears she has no valid ID, it being taken when she was sold to the militia camp. We will get her some valid ID, as well as fifty million pesos, which is about twenty-five thousand American dollars. I know a good career counsellor as well, who can help her determine what schooling or working she can undertake. Does that meet your needs?"

Chambers nodded.

Black Oak looked around the table. "Any other questions?"

Ria spoke up this time. "What about Emma?"

Black Oak audibly sighed. "Who is Emma?"

"Emma is the American girl who is the other Cabo Blanco Ambassador. Things are getting much too dangerous here, and she is a sweet girl. Can we make sure she is repatriated to the states?"

Black Oak nodded. "Fine, fine. We'll get her a ticket to the states. Is there anyone else we need to give ID, money and flights to, or can we stop being game show prize announcers and get on with saving the world."

The table was silent as Black Oak scanned it. "Good," he said. "Let's get at it, then."

Everyone stood. Cleethorpe scanned the table and said, "Thanks everyone. We have the rest of the conference rooms on this floor to work in. Ms. Beltran, April and May, why don't you go into room B, and I'll join you in a few moments. Chambers, Ria and Mr. Gomez, you can take a break for 45 minutes, and then I'll join you in room C."

The room emptied, leaving just Cleethorpe and Black Oak standing alone in the room. Cleethorpe watched the door slowly close, waiting for it to latch shut. The heavy door closed shut, Cleethorpe turned to Black Oak. "Are you sure you know what you are doing, sir?" he asked. "It is a dangerous game to say that you have full co-operation from other intelligence agencies when that co-operation is..." Cleethorpe paused.

"You can say it, Jarvis. The co-operation is non-existent," Black Oak said. "I have enough pull with a few middle-level spooks within the other agencies to get some of their staff and intelligence, but if things go poorly, I know that its my ass hanging out on a limb. Some things are worth it, Jarvis."

Cleethorpe nodded, and left the room. Black Oak stood at the window looking out at the Pacific Ocean lapping against the shore. "Some things are worth it," Black Oak said to himself. "I just hope this is one of those things."

* * 

Chambers waited in the hallway as Ria spoke to Marisa. After a few moments, Marisa left, making her way to the conference room, leaving Ria standing alone in the corridor. Chambers approached her. 

"Hey," Chambers said. 

"Hey," Ria said, looking up and smiling at Chambers. "I'm glad to hear that you are safe."

"Really," Chambers said. "Were you worried about me, Ria?"

Ria chuckled. "Well, without me around to take care of you, sometimes I worry you'll fall pray to every young, pretty girl that comes along."

Chambers blushed as Alma flashed in his mind. He wondered how much Ria knew about that incident. He decided to change the subject. "Sounds like you were able to get some good intelligence on the attack on Panama. As your former trainer, I'd like to say I'm quite proud of you," he said.

Ria looked down. "It came at an awful cost, Robert," she said softly.

Chambers cringed and his face whitened. "Carlos Sanz. You were close to him?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly.

Ria looked down the corridor away from Chambers, silent. Chambers put his hand gently on her shoulder, and turned her towards him. Ria looked up at Chambers, and he could see her eyes filling. Chambers put his arms around her and pulled her close. He felt her body start to heave in his arms as she sobbed silently into his chest. Chambers held her tightly until her last tear had fallen, and then he released her.

Ria wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry our reunion wasn't a happier one," she said.

Chambers swiped at the air. "Ah, don't worry about, most women break out in tears when they see me again," he said. Ria laughed, her face breaking out into a smile. "It's nice to see you smile," Chambers said.

"Seeing you again makes me smile," she said.

Chambers hugged her again. "Tell you what, after we finish our briefing, why don't we grab some lunch. No talk of work, no talk of the Aguila Roja. No spy talk at all. We'll just sit down and chat like normal people. What do you say?"

Ria nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great."

* * 

Chambers had arranged a table on a patio overlooking the beach and the Pacific Ocean on a peninsula of land to the north of the city. It was a sunny and warm day, with just a hint of a cool breeze coming off the ocean. After placing their orders with the waiter and receiving their drinks, Ria and Chambers settled into a comfortable silence, watching the ocean lap against the sandy beach.

Finally Chambers broke the silence. "What are you thinking about?" he asked Ria.

Ria smiled. "I was thinking of another meal I had overlooking the Pacific Ocean, though this one was in Panama and was at night."

"When was that?" Chambers asked.

Ria cocked her head and raised her eyebrows. "God, it feels so long ago, but it was.. umm... 11 days ago. Can that be right? Yes, it is. Eleven days ago I was in Panama with Carlos. It was the night before we followed Fernandez to the Miraflores Lock. Wow, so much has happened since then."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 21



Chambers chuckled. "I know what you mean. Eleven days ago I was sitting in a freighter somewhere out there in the Pacific Ocean, bored out of my mind. If I had known what was coming next - jungle heat, torture, a tenuous escape - I probably would have tried to enjoy the peace and quiet a little more."

"Yeah, there's lots of things I would change too," Ria said, looking down.

Chambers stammered. "Oh, listen, I'm sorry for bringing it up. I know that it still hurts thinking about what happened to Carlos. I'm so sorry..."

Ria waved him off. "No, no, don't be sorry. It hurts, yes, but..." Ria paused, searching the air in front of her for words. Finally, she gave up. "Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's nice to see you again. You were in my thoughts often."

"Really?" Chambers asked, his voice higher in pitch than usual. He blushed upon hearing his own voice squeak, and cleared his voice. "I mean, really? I thought of you often as well. I was concerned about you," he said.

Ria smiled. "Oh, Robert, I can take care of myself. You trained me well, you know." Chambers smiled. Ria continued speaking. "It's nice to see you again, though. I must admit I was starting to forget what you looked like."

"Yeah, I guess I was lucky that I had pictures of you," Chambers said.

"You had pictures of me?" Ria asked. "From where?"

Chambers blushed again. "Oh... Umm... Well, actually, when you followed Carlos to the warehouse in Santiago, I was watching the warehouse. From a distance - a tower four blocks away. But I had a high-powered zoom lens on my camera, and I was snapping photos of everyone going in and out, including you."

Ria scrunched up her face. Chambers could see she was unsure of what to say.

"I... listen, I wish I could have helped you there. I really did. I almost left my post, against my orders, just to make sure you were okay," Chambers said.

Ria took a deep breath. "No, no, you did the right thing. We need to complete our missions. You were right to stay put," Ria said.

Chambers looked down. "Yeah, I guess. It doesn't feel like I did the right thing, though. I regret every day that I let you deal with that on your own, instead of helping you."

Ria reached over and patted Chambers hand. "Please, Robert. Don't feel guilty." Chambers covered Ria's hand with his other hand.

Ria and Chambers fell into a silence, holding hands as the ocean breeze gently tussled their hair. The silence was broken by the waiter bringing their appetiser. The released their hands, and prepared for their meal.

"Well, let's change the subject to something more upbeat," Chambers said. "I know you said that you hadn't travelled much before the agency recruited you."

Ria nodded. "Yes, that's true. My trip to San Diego was the first time I'd ever been outside of Mexico."

Chambers smiled. "And now you've been lots of places. What have you seen? What places did you like?"

Ria and Chambers settled into a casual lunch conversation focused on the amazing and happy experiences that Ria had experienced in the past few months. She'd travelled to a number of countries, and seen a number of cities. They chatted through the main course and over coffees, until the sun started to sink in the afternoon sky and the shadows got long.

"Well, we've been talking for quite a while," Chambers said. "We should probably pay the bill, in case we are keeping the waiter from getting home to his family," he joked.

After the bill was settled, Chambers stood up to leave. He pulled Ria's chair out, and took her hand to help her up. Ria stood up, turning towards Chambers. Their faces were less than a foot from each other. They stood frozen, looking at each other, for a moment. Chambers leaned forward, and Ria tilted her head slightly. Their lips met. They kissed for the first time since parting six weeks previously. Despite the time apart, and all that had happened since they parted, the kiss came naturally. Chambers pulled Ria close to him, pulling her body against his and wrapping his arms around her waist. Ria wrapped her hands around Chambers' neck. They stood there, in the gentle afternoon ocean breeze, lips locked in a kiss, and minutes passed, their shadows combined into a single entity, moving slowly across the patio's stone floor.

"You should invite me back to your room," Ria said once they had finally broken their long kiss.

Chambers smiled. "Would you like to come back to my hotel room?" he said.

Ria rolled her eyes. "Oh, I don't know, that seems quite forward," she responded. Chambers' eyes opened wide in shock. Ria giggled. "Just kidding. Let's go," she said.

Back in Chambers' hotel room, Ria and Chambers embraced and kissed passionately. Their lips parted and their tongues darted out tentatively, exploring each other's mouths. 

Chambers placed his hand at the base of Ria's neck, and slowly ran his hand down her back, following the curve of her spine, over the small of her back and across the curve of her buttock. Chambers hadn't held Ria for six weeks, so she was unfamiliar, but at the same time she was familiar, so often had Chambers imagined holding her again during their separation.

Ria used her hands to explore Chambers body as well. Her right hand combed into the hair on the back of his head, while her left hand ran down his back. Ria couldn't help but compare the differences between holding Chambers and her memories of holding Carlos. Carlos was thin and muscled, like a greyhound. Chambers was thicker, his back well muscled and wide, more like a bulldog. Ria felt Chambers' arms wrap around her, enveloping her.

Ria's left hand ran down Chambers back, grasped his buttock and she pulled him close to her. Ria lifted her right leg, wrapping it around Chambers' calf, and started to gyrate against him. Chambers moaned, his hand gripping Ria's buttocks and lifting her up against him.

Ria's hand ran up under Chambers' shirt, lifting it up over his back. They momentarily stopped kissing as she pushed the shirt up over his head. Chambers untangled himself from the sleeves, and toss the shirt across the room. Ria ran her hand over Chambers' barrel chest and flat stomach.

Chambers pressed his hands down the back of Ria's jeans, pushing them down her hips. Once over her buttocks, the jeans slunk down her legs, pulled down by gravity. Chambers looked down, seeing Ria's cock hanging soft between her legs.

Chambers feel to his knees, and took Ria's soft dick in his mouth. He sucked on it, feeling it grow in his mouth until it finally was too long and hard to fully fit in. Ria fully erect, Chambers concentrated on sucking and licking the tip of her dick.  

Ria grabbed his head and pressed it down onto her cock. Chambers opened his mouth a took as much as Ria as he could. Ria would press him down on her, just passed the point when she could feel him tense up. Then she would let him pull himself back just a touch, before again pressing herself deeper into his mouth. With each cycle of pressing deep and letting Chambers up a bit, the amount Chambers took more into his mouth. Taking it slow and by small increments, soon Chambers comfortably had her full length in his mouth.

Chambers lips against Ria's body, Ria started to slowly pump in and out. Chambers' lips ran up and down the shaft of Ria's cock as he passively sucked as Ria set the pace. With each thrust, Ria sped up the pace, until finally she was pumping in and out of Chambers' mouth at a frantic pace. Chambers took her cock in his mouth, grabbing onto Ria's buttocks with his hands to steady himself.

"I'm going to cum," Ria said breathlessly. Chambers made no move to pull himself off her cock, so Ria pressed herself deeply into his throat, and released herself.

Chambers felt the cum shoot out of Ria's cock, her warm balm filling his mouth and coating the back of his throat. Chambers swallowed the cum, the taste reminding him of the first time he and Ria fucked back in San Diego. Another surge of cum came shooting from Ria, which Chambers gladly swallowed.

Ria moaned and pulled herself away from Chambers. Chambers followed the tip of her cock with his tongue, licking it clean of every last drop of her cum.

Ria walked over to the bed, pulling off her shirt as she went. Chambers watched with enjoyment as the olive skin of Ria's perfect ass and shapely back moved away from him. At the bed she turned around, showing Chambers her profile of beautiful, full breasts and still hard cock.

Ria climbed onto the bed on all fours, wriggling her ass in the air. Chambers walked over to the bed, and buried her face in her ass. Ria moaned as Chambers' worked her asshole with his tongue. Chambers reached down between Ria's legs and pulled her cock out from between her thighs. He wrapped his mouth around it, sucking on it from behind her. Ria closed her eyes and arched her back, sticking her ass up further in the air as Chambers alternated between eating her asshole and sucking on her hard cock. 

"I need you inside me," Ria said.

Chambers stood up, stripped off his pants, and then climbed onto the bed behind Ria. Grabbing his cock, already rock hard, and jerked it a few times before guiding it to Ria's saliva-coated asshole, open and waiting for him to enter.

Chambers pushed himself into Ria's ass. Ria moaned, closed her eyes and pressed her hips up and back, causing her ass to swallow all of Chambers' dick. Chambers reached down and took Ria's hips in his hands, pressing her forward and back on his cock, slowly at first, and then increasing in speed as his breathing increased in speed.

Ria opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder. Chambers was looking down at her, his face a mixture of intense concentration and joy. Their eyes locked, and they remained looking at each other as they fucked, a silent but intense communication passing between them.

Chambers was shaking, his breath almost a pant, but he kept eye contact with Ria. He didn't want to let her out of his sight again. Seeing her again, it was better than he would have expected. Holding her was better than he remembered. Feeling her skin touching his was more erotic than any fantasy. He didn't want to lose that feeling again. He didn't want to let it fade, as it might if they were apart.

Chambers finally broke eye contact when he tossed his head back and let out a yell, his body visibly in a spasm as cum gushed out of dick. Ria put her head onto the bed, and bucked her hips up and down, milking every last drop of cum out of Chambers' dick.

Exhausted, Ria and Chambers climbed under the covers of the bed, holding each other and lightly kissing as they caught their breath.

After a few minutes of silently kissing and holding each other, finally Ria stirred. "I'm going to grab a shower," Ria said, standing up from the bed and wrapping herself in a bed sheet. Chambers nodded, and Ria started towards the bathroom. Just then the phone rang. 

Chambers leaned over and picked up the receiver from the bedside table. "Hello?"

It was Jarvis Cleethorpe. "Chambers. We just got word that Tabernas is on a private jet bound for Colon, Colombia. We are arranging transportation for you, Ria and Mr. Gomez. A car will be ready for you in 30 minutes to take you to the airport."

* * 

April, May and Marisa were already on their way to Caracas. The plan was to stay in Caracas overnight, and then make their way back into the jungle to try and find Clemente and his militia band.

After landing in Caracas and checking into a hotel, Marisa, April and May went out to get some dinner. Sitting around the table at a quiet Italian restaurant, they shared a meal and got to know each other.

Breaking a piece of bread, and dipping it into the plate of olive oil and balsamic vinegar, Marisa turned to April. "So, how did you get started in the CIA?"

April smiled. "My dad is a cop, so I guess law enforcement is in my blood. I was looking for something more interesting than just policing the local speed limits though. I wanted to travel, so went to college so I could join the CIA. Figured I'd get to see the world that way."

"Have you seen much of the world?" Marisa asked.

April laughed. "No. Before joining the Aguila Roja investigation, I spent most my time behind a desk in Virginia. It is tough to get field work. Lots of agents want to get out in the field, and there aren't that many opportunities. Luckily the Aguila Roja investigation came up."

"Really, what is it about this investigation that gave you the leg up to get field work," Marisa asked. "After hearing you try and check into the hotel and order for the waiter, I know it isn't your grasp of Spanish."

April and May chuckled. "No, it's because we choose to transition."

Marisa sat forward. "What do you mean, transition?"

"From men to women," April said. "You knew that May and I were transgendered, didn't you?"

Marisa sat back, eyes wide opened. "No, I didn't. I never would have guessed! First Ria, and now you two. Does the CIA hire any genetic women?"

April and May chuckled. "There's a few, but we find that men make better female spies than women," May responded.

Marisa lightly punched May on the arm. "Yeah now, watch out. You are insulting a very capable female spy!"

"How did you get started in this game," May asked.

Marisa smiled. "I was recruited after a DISIP agent saw me in a club. The agent was following a high ranking government official who was suspected of passing a French oil company state secrets. I was at a club when I ran into the government official. The DISIP agent was impressed that I was able to get the minister to be quite open with me. Usually the minister was known as a cagey and suspicious individual. They recruited me to seduce the minister and get him to talk. After a trip to Paris where I accompanied the minister, I came back with enough information for DISIP to arrest the minister. DISIP was so impressed with my work, they hired me on full time."

"Impressive," May said.

Marisa blushed. "Thanks, but I think its just luck on my part. People seem to be quite smitten with me, and tend to open up to me. It doesn't hurt that I'm not afraid to use my body and my sexuality to pry secrets out of them either," Marisa said, laughing.

"It is an impressive body," May said. The table was silent for a moment as May and Marisa stared at each other, April sitting quietly feeling a lot like a third wheel. 

The waiter approached and put down the meals the table had ordered. April breathed a sigh of relief, glad the somewhat uncomfortable moment had past. "Let's dig in," she said.

The rest of dinner past without an overtly flirtatious displays between May and Marisa, though Marisa was by nature quite gregarious and flirty. After dinner, the three girls went their separate ways.

"Tomorrow morning we will head out to a private airfield south of the city. I've arranged with the man I work for to get us a plane to take us into the jungle where we can start tracking the rebels," Marisa said before the group departed.

The sun rose on a beautiful day. Marisa, May and April met up, and Marisa drove an hour south of Caracas to a small airfield. Marisa parked the car inside the hangar, where a small, 12 seater prop plane was waiting.

"Why don't you two settle into the plane," Marisa said to April and May. "I'm just going to go and talk to General de Vita, who is the man I reported to in DISIP." Marisa pointed over to a man standing by a large black car. April and May nodded, and walked towards the plane. Marisa strode over to the man by the black car.

The plane was a simple but comfortable plane, two rows of 6 comfortable but small leather seats with an aisle down the middle. As April and May climbed up the the stairs into the plane, they were greeted by a pilot.

"Buenos días, señoritas," he said. "Tendremos un buen vuelo hoy. No hay mal tiempo en la ruta."

April and May shrugged. "No hablo español," May said.

The piloted smiled and nodded. He pointed towards the seats, and made a motion to buckle their safety belts. The pilot then went through a small cockpit door, closing and latching it behind him.

April and May sat down and buckled in, choosing the two seats across from each other in the second row.

"Do you think we can convince Clemente and his soldiers to stop the attack," April asked.

May shrugged. "I don't know," she admitted. 

The plan was simple in design, but could be very hard to execute. April had said that she felt that during his discussions with Clemente she had almost got through to him. A little more discussion, and she felt they might be able to convince him not to go through with the attack, and hopefully convince the other units not to go through with the attacks either.

If that didn't work, then April and May were to find out as much about the positions of the various units planning on attacking Colombia and Venezuela, radio them to Black Oak, who would ask for air strikes from the Colombian air force.

April hoped she could convince Clemente to stop the attacks. The other option would mean a lot of death.

Marisa climbed up the stairs, and took a seat in the first row. As she buckled in, the man who had been standing beside the black car poked his head into the plane.

"Hello agents Cho and Juarez. I wanted to quickly introduce myself. I am General Paco de Vita with the DISIP," the man said. "I am glad to have you along with Marisa on this mission. It will be a tough mission, but you are in good hands with Marisa. She is one of our best agents."

"I am sure we are in good hands," May said, patting Marisa on the shoulder, who was sitting in the seat in front of May.

April said nothing. She was trying to place General de Vita's voice. She was sure she had heard it before.

"Have a nice flight," the General said. He closed the airplane door and banged twice on the side of the plane. The pilot started up the engines, and started to pull out of the hangar.

Marisa and May were chatting with each other as April continued to try and figure out where she knew General de Vita's voice from. It must have been down in South America, she reasoned. In Brazil, from the club? No, she doesn't remember any Spanish speakers at the club. Was General de Vita in the militia camp? No, we wasn't there. 

Where else had she been? There was that short stop over in Caracas between Brazil and the militia camp, when she and May had followed Dr. Patterson to the meeting with the rebel leader. The man who Patterson had called "The General." The man who was planning and organising all the rebel attacks.

April turned to May. "May, did you recognise General de Vita's voice?"

May thought for a moment. "I don't know, maybe. Why? Who do you think he is?"

"The General, from Patterson's meeting in Caracas," April said. 

The plane taxied down a taxi-way towards the runway.

May scrunched up her lips. "You think that Marisa's boss is the man who is in charge of the militia attacks on Venezuela? I guess that man sounded kind of like him, but I don't know..."

Marisa looked to May and then April. "Let me get this straight. You think that General de Vita is working for the Aguila Roja?" Marisa asked.

April nodded. "I'm positive that was the man we heard meeting with Patterson."

The plane taxied onto the runway, reved up its engines, and started to roll down the runway.

May swallowed. "If that's true, then we are about to take off into the jungle in a plane controlled by the Aguila Roja."

The plane reached take off speed, and lifted up into the air.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 22



The phone on the bedside table rang. Chambers reached over Ria, still slumbering beside him, and picked up the phone. "Hello," he said groggily.

"Chambers, we need to move," said the voice said on the other end of the line. Chambers recognised it as Alvaro Gomez, the Colombian DAS agent. "About two hours ago, just before sunrise, simultaneous attacks were made on strategic points on the canal, including the Colon and Panama City entrances via water, as well as land-based attacks on the Gatun and Pedro Miguel locks."

Chambers took the phone away from his ear and listened. Outside, faintly, he could hear the sound of explosions. The hotel room that he and Ria were sharing in Colon was on the other side of a peninsula from the canal entrance. The windows, triple-glazed to keep the traffic noise out, had allowed them to sleep through the first two hours of the battle not more than a mile away.

Chambers put the phone back to his ear. "How are the Panama forces holding?" Chambers asked.

"Not well," replied Gomez. "We expect the Panama City entrance to fall shortly. Gatun and Colon will take longer, but they will fall eventually as well. The land attack at Pedro Miguel is being repelled, but that is just a small force and we think it may just be a diversion to keep troops from moving to the larger battles. Either way, traffic through the canal has come to a stop."

"Do we know the whereabouts of Tabernas?" Chambers asked.

"That is why I called," Gomez said. "DAS agents picked him up just before the attack started. He took a chartered helicopter to a container ship currently moored in the Miraflores locks. Once the fighting started, all traffic movement through the canals was halted. The ship Tabernas is on is sitting in the middle of the lock."

"Hmm, Tabernas is at the only lock not being attacked. Convenient, that," Chambers said. 

"That, or ominous," Gomez replied. "Either way, we need to get on that boat. I have three choppers standing by - two gunships and a transport for us. We are going to get on that boat and figure out what is happening. Meet the helicopter at the end of Eighth Street in 20 minutes," Gomez said before hanging up.

Chambers laid back and sighed. Ria had woken up during the call, and put her hand on his chest. "Time to go?" Ria asked.

Chambers nodded. "Into the heart of darkness, it seems."

* * 

Marisa pressed the intercom button beside the cockpit door. No one answered, but the plane continued to climb into the air. Marisa jammed her thumb against the button again, pressing her ear against the cockpit door. Though the door was thick and the engine sound loud, she could still hear a faint buzzing. At least she knew the buzzer worked.

"He isn't answering," Marisa said.

"Maybe he's just busy flying the plane during take off," May said, hopefully. "I have a pilots license, you know. Take off and landings are the worst time. Lots of concentration required."

April frowned. "Or maybe he is deliberately ignoring us because he is planning on how to best kill us."

The plane started to level off, and the noise from the engines went from a high whine to a more consistent low growl.

"There, he's levelled off. Try him again," May said.

Marisa pressed the intercom button. There was still no answer. Marisa took out her mobile phone, but this far south of the city, she didn't get any signal.

"What now?" Marisa asked.

May shrugged her shoulders. April frowned, and looked out the window. Marisa dejectedly took her seat.

"I guess now we just hope that April is wrong, and hope for the best," May said.

April nodded, still looking out the window, but she knew she wasn't wrong. That was definitely the same voice she had heard in Caracas before.

Marisa shook her head. "I just can't believe that General de Vita is working with the Aguila Roja. It just doesn't make sense. Why would he?" May reached out and placed a hand of comfort on Marisa's shoulder.

April suddenly stood up, still peering out of the window. "May, do you know much about this plane?"

May shrugged. "Not too much. The basics."

"Is there a way for the pilot to exit the cockpit other than the cockpit door?" April asked.

May tilter her head to the side, confused. "I think there was an escape hatch on the side of the cockpit for use in emergencies. Why?"

April pointed out the window. "Because I think the pilot just used it," she said. Marisa and May jumped up and looked out the windows. Below them, drifting slowly down towards the ground, they could see a parachute floating.

May walked up to the cockpit door and tried to open it. It was locked.

May looked around the plane. She lunged to the back of the plane and pulled the fire extinguisher out of its brackets. She strode up to the cockpit door and started to bash the door with the fire extinguisher.

It didn't give way.

"Fuck, we need to get into this cockpit," May said.

She bashed the door again. It started to buckle, but the latch still held.

April walked up to May. "If we get into the cockpit, can you fly this plane?" April asked.

May shrugged. "It's a lot larger than anything I am qualified on, but I don't see what other choice we have," May said.

May took another three bashes at the door with the fire extinguisher. The latch bent slowly, but the bend increased with each bash. Bang. Bang. Bang. The door was almost open. One final bash, and the latch broke. The door, bent out of shape, swung slightly open. May grabbed it, and swung it fully open, the bent door dragging on and digging into the floor of the passenger cabin as she pried it open.

The cockpit was empty. Beside the left seat, a small hatch, big enough for a person to crawl through, was open. Wind whipped into the cabin.

May sat down in the pilot's seat, and pulled the hatch shut. 

"Wow, why didn't we get sucked out of the open door?" April asked.

May looked over the controls, answering distractedly. "This is a small prop plane. It's not pressurised, which means there isn't any pressure differential between in here and out there," she said.

"So, can you fly this?" Marisa asked.

May looked over the controls again intently before answering. "We have a couple of problems. First, the radio is inoperative. It appears the pilot disabled it before jumping. Second, the pilot was obviously not planning on flying very far. We don't have much fuel left at all. Maybe fifteen minutes worth."

"Is that enough to get us back to the airfield?" Marisa asked.

May shook her head. "No. With that little fuel, our best bet is to find a flat, even patch of ground to land on, immediately. Marisa, sit in the other seat, and scan out to the right. If you see any long, flat, clear patches, let me know."

Marisa sat in the co-pilot's seat. April slumped into a seat in the passenger cabin. "I knew a small plane like this would be the death of me," she said, a quiver in her voice.

"There, there's something," Marisa said, stabbing a finger against the windscreen.

May sat up in her seat, craning to see where Marisa was pointing. May saw a long stretch of grass, a muddy farmer's field stretching off on one side and a thick forest on the other. The impromptu runway was quite narrow. If May was offline at all, she would either get the plane stuck in the mud, which would probably flip them over on their roof, or hit a tree, which would no doubt spin the plane widely into the trees.

May scanned the horizon, but saw no better options.

"Hang on, this is going to be a bumpy landing," May said.

May steered the plane until she was lined up with the grassy strip. She slowed the engine to landing speed and started the plane into a descent towards the narrow lane of grass. Marisa looked over at May to see beads of sweat developing on her brow. May let out a long breathe, staring intently at the ground. She made a few slight adjustments, hoping that the left wheels of the landing gear would still be on the grass while the right wing-tip would clear the dense forest.

May looked down at the altimeter. It showed 1400 feet above sea level. Without a chart of the area she was landing on, though, May couldn't be exactly sure how far they were to the ground. May judged that they were only about 300 feet above the ground. She would have to land by sight.

The engine sputtered. May quickly looked at the fuel gauge and saw the needle just hovering on empty. May tried opening the fuel flow a little to give the engine a little more gas, but to no available. The cockpit went quiet and the propellers slowed to a stop as the engine went dead.

"May," Marisa said, alarmed.

"We can glide in," May said, hands shaking on the yoke. "It'll be a hard landing, though. I can't control the speed we are approaching."

The plane, now nothing more than a giant glider, floated towards the ground. May made a few last adjustments on the pedals and the stick, but with no power the plane barely moved off course. May said a silent prayer as the plane quickly approached the ground.

The plane glided just above the grassy, less than five feet to drop to touch down. May looked out to the right of the plane. The wing tip sliced through some brush and young saplings at the edge of the forest, just a few feet from the larger and sturdier trunks of the big trees. May quickly checked the mirror outside the cockpit. She could see the left wheel. It was just above the grass, skirting the edge of the muddy field. The border of the field wasn't straight, though, and May could see there were points where the field cut into the grass strip, creating a large pothole on their landing strip.

The plane was as well lined up as it could be. May pressed the yoke forward, and the plane lurched downward. The landing gear banged hard against the ground, and the plane momentarily bounced back up into the air before slamming down again. This time the wheels stuck on the ground, and the plane rolled quickly down the narrow grass lane.

Marisa looked out to the right of the plane. The end of the wing was not visible as it sliced through brush to the side. "We are awfully close to the forest," Marisa said, a quiver in her voice.

May took a quick peak into the side mirror. The left landing gear wheel was only half on the grass, the other half floating uselessly in the air above the muddy farmer's field. She was as far left as she could get. May returned her gaze forward, staring ahead while her white knuckled hands tried to keep the plane as straight as possible.

Marisa stopped staring at the wing cut into the jungle and looked ahead. She gasped. Ahead of them was a large ditch where a stream run out of the jungle and into the farmer's field. "May, the stream," Marisa said.

"I see it," May said testily. May adjusted the flaps straight up to provide some air breaking, and stomped on the breaks. The wheels slide along the wet grass, not really slowing down the plane much. The ditch got closer and closer.

"Hang on," May said. Marisa braced herself against the cockpit dash while April whimpered and buckled her seat belt in the main cabin.

The front wheel reached the ditch, spinning uselessly in the air as the ground fell away beneath it. The plane angled downward, the horizon disappearing from the windscreen, replaced by a view of the grass ahead. The front wheel touched the bottom of the ditch. The plane ploughed forward. The front wheel dug into the soft mud, slowing considerably. The rear of the plane, still travelling at speed, pivoted up into the air. The nose angled down until it hit the grass. The nose started to crush as the plane dug into the ground. May, April and Marisa lurched forward, there bodies straining against the safety belts of their seats.

The plane continued forward, ploughing a furrow in the grass with both the nose of the plane and the front landing fear. The plane's rear, up in the air, started to fall towards the left. It crashed down hard into the muddy field, quickly driving through the soft mud and finding hard clay beneath.

The plane, nose crumpled, landing gear buckled and broken, came to a rest, half on the grass and half in the field.

* * 

The three helicopters approached the ship moored in the canal. Gomez looked at Ria and Chambers and spoke into his headset. "The Canal Authority has attempted to communicate with the ship, but it is no longer answering. We have authority from the Panamanians to land and take the ship. There is a contingent of 16 marines spread across the three helicopters," Gomez said as he motioned to the two marines sitting opposite them in the helicopter. Ria figured that meant there were 7 marines each in the other two copters.

Gomez opened his mouth, about to continue, when the pilot's voice came crackling over the headsets. "Missiles!"

Ria and Chambers looked out the side door of the helicopter. Two pillars of smoke were rising from the container ship, the trails of a couple of missiles fired from the deck towards the approaching helicopters. "Hold on," screamed the pilot as the helicopter banked sharply to the left.

The missiles picked up on the two larger gunships escorting Ria and Chambers' helicopter. From the mounted guns on the sides of the two helicopters, gunfire popped down towards the deck. Ria could see people on the deck of the ship scatter as sparks flew up off the metal of the ship as each bullet hit.

One of the gunship helicopters banked to the right, away from the approaching missile. The missile's trajectory curved as it followed the helicopter. The pilot of the helicopter banked it harder, speeding up and heading into a dive. The missile just passed above the helicopter, ascending up into the air in a large arc, eventually descending down into the rain forest west of the lock.

The second gunship banked hard left and dove down. The second missile curved to follow the helicopter. The second missile seemed to turn more abruptly, seemingly keyed into the helicopter. The pilot tried banking to the right and pulling up out of the missile's path, but the evasive movement was not enough. The missile hit the helicopter square on the bottom of the craft. The helicopter exploded in a flaming fire ball, before falling in a pillar of black smoke into the Miraflores Lake just to the north of the lock.

The marines in the helicopter carrying Chambers, Ria and Gomez opened the side doors of the helicopter, and took up positions with their weapons, spraying the ship with gunfire. The pilot of the helicopter brought the craft down lower towards the water of the lake. "I don't think we can land on the boat," the pilot said over the headset.

"Can you put us down, at least for a second, on the land beside the boat?" Gomez asked.

"I'll try," the pilot said.

Two missiles shot up from the deck of the ship again. This time, both missiles had the same target, the remaining gunship. The gunners on the helicopter tried to hit the missiles with enough gunfire to make them explode before finding their target, and the pilot tried to weave and bob away from the two rockets locked onto him, but the two missiles were more than he could evade. One missile whooshed by the helicopter, firing off towards the rain forest to the north, but the second missile found its target. The helicopter burst into flame, and arced downward, flaming and smoking like a comet, until it crashed into the forest to the east of the lock.

The pilot of the final helicopter brought it down close to the land beside the lock. The ship in the lock towered above them, like a giant metal wall. 

"You'll have to jump. I need to get out of here quick," he screamed through the headset. Chambers, Gomez and Ria undid their seat belts, each grabbed an automatic rifle and moved towards the door, ready to go.

The pilot brought the helicopter down until it hovered about 10 feet from the ground. "Go," the pilot screamed through the headset. One of the marines, motioned for the three two jump, and Ria, Chambers and Gomez jumped down onto the ground, rolling into balls.

Ria rolled out of a ball and looked to her side. The ground beside her was exploding as gunfire from the ship raked the ground. One of the marines still on the helicopter aimed up to the deck of the ship and let off a few bursts. From the deck of the ship a gunman slumped forward, somersaulting over the railing and falling fifty feet down to the concrete of the lock's bank.

Ria, Chambers and Gomez stood up and ran towards the ship. The helicopter took off into the air, the two marines hammering the sit of the ship with gunfire. As the three reached the side of the lock, Gomez and Chambers looked up at the massive ship, wondering how to scale the sheer wall of steel and get onboard. Ria looked north to see the helicopter being pursued by two trails of smoke. She turned away before the missiles found their target, and the last helicopter fell into the forest below in a fireball.

* * 

"April, are you alright?" Marisa said.

"Mostly, I think," April replied from the airplane cabin.

Marisa looked over at May, sitting silently in the pilot's seat. "May, are you okay?"

May nodded. "That was... close," May said, still sounding stunned.

Marisa patted May on the shoulder. "You did good work, May. You saved us."

Marisa and May exited the cockpit through the buckled cockpit door. May surveyed the interior of the plane. The fuselage was bent and buckled. "Well, this plane isn't going to fly again," she said.

Marisa pulled a map out of her bag and consulted it. "I'm not exactly sure where we are, but given the plane's speed and direction, we are probably close to this oil field," she said, pointing to a spot on the map. "If we head there, we can probably get transportation."

The three girls forced the door of the small plane open, and hopped out. They looked around them, mostly seeing jungle beyond the field they had landed beside. "There," Marisa called out, pointing off to the south. "There, do you see it, just above the tree tops. I can just see the tip of a oil rig. That'll be the oil field on the map. We should head for that," Marisa said.

The three girls set off, walking around the field and eventually towards the south. They looked for a path or clearing in the dense brush where they could move into the jungle, but the forest wall looked almost impregnable. After almost circling the entire field, April spotted a small path into the jungle.

The three girls made their way towards the path. They were about twenty feet from the entrance to the path when suddenly the air around them exploded into sound. It was the sound of gunfire.

April, May and Marisa scattered towards the edge of the jungle, finding cover in the brush that grew at the edge of the jungle. They turned towards the path just in time to see a group of men back out from the jungle. They were facing into the jungle and firing their automatic rifles. One of them fell to the ground, shot dead, indicating that they were receiving fire back.

"Looks like we've stumbled into a battle," Marisa whispered to the two other girls.

The men who had backed out of the jungle broke ranks, and scattered, running off in different directions. Chasing them from out of the jungle came a much larger group of men. They fired indiscriminately at the fleeing soldiers, falling them one by one with shots to the back.

"I think we should get out of here," May said quietly. Marisa and April nodded. 

Marisa pointed to a very small opening into the jungle. "I think we need to stay off the paths. We'll have to bushwhack," she said.

The three girls nodded, and crawled single-file into the jungle as the sound of gunfire continued behind them.

* * 

Hands red and raw from shimmying up the 60 feet of thick, coarse rope that moored the container ship to the side of the lock, Ria crouched on the deck, rifle at the ready and scanning the deck of the ship as Chambers helped Alvaro Gomez over the side railing.




Code Name Tequila Ch. 22



The portion of the deck that Ria could see was quiet, though with the large containers stacked on the deck, she could only see a small portion of the boat.

Chambers and Gomez crouched down beside her.

"Okay, what now?" Chambers said.

"Let's see if we can find Tabernas," Gomez said. "He'd probably be either in the back of the ship where the engine and mechanical rooms are, or in the front where the wheel house and cabins are."

The three were closer to the engine room, so they decided to start there. They crept along the deck, between the massive containers, towards the rear of the ship. The three could hear the sound of boots on the metal deck echoing between the containers, but the echoes masked the origination of the sounds, so they all kept an alert look-out for guards. They reached the door to the engine room without seeing any.

Gomez entered the door first, followed by Ria and finally Chambers. They were in a locker room and workshop. There was a metal staircase leading down. Gomez motioned to the staircase, and Ria and Chambers nodded. Gomez went first again, with Ria and Chambers following.

The next level down, a room with piping, wiring and boiler controls, was similarly empty of people. The three continued down, three more flights into the very bottom of the ship, without encountering any people. They finally entered the engine room, where a large diesel engine sat silent. The three split up and searched the engine room.

"There's nobody down here," Ria said.

Gomez nodded. "Yes, true. I assume that means Fernandez must be up in the front cabin area and bridge. Let's head back up and across the ship to the main cabin."

"Wait a second, check this out," Chambers said. He was looking in a small room off the main engine room. Gomez and Ria walked over and looked in the room.

It was full of C4 plastic explosive, stacked in a cube that was ten feet on all side.

"Jesus," Gomez said. "We are positioned just above the fuel tank. If that goes off while we are in the lock, hell, that'd do some serious damage to the lock. I need to get on the phone with central command and let them know about this. Hell, if you combine the size of the explosion from the explosive and the fuel, I think there is enough to destroy the entire Miraflores lock!"

Gomez took out his mobile phone. It didn't have a signal. He turned, intent on moving back up towards the main deck to try and find a signal. He didn't make it far. He was still looking at his phone when the bullet ripped into his chest, causing him to slump lifeless to the floor.

"Actually, the explosion will be more than enough to destroy the lock," a voice said. Ria and Chambers started to turn, but where cautioned against it. "Ah, not so fast. Drop your weapons first, and then turn slowly with your hands on the top of your head, unless you want to end up bleeding on the floor like Mr. Gomez here."

Ria and Chambers dropped their rifles, and turned slowly. They were not surprised to see Rodrigo Tabernas pointing a pistol at them.

"Mr. Chambers, nice to meet you. My name is Rodrigo Tabernas, but I am sure you already knew that. Ms. Ortega, nice to see you again. Obviously I should have killed you when I had the chance in the past. Don't worry, I won't be making that mistake again," Tabernas said.

"How do you know who I am," Chambers asked.

"The Aguila Roja knows much more than you would ever expect, Mr. Chambers," Tabernas said. "The Aguila Roja has eyes and ears everywhere."

"So, you are going to blow up the canal and destabilise the region?" Ria asks.

Tabernas laughed. "No, that's not my primary plan. My plan is to control the canal. First I cut it off, making it useless to all except me. I know I can't hold the ends forever, but I can hold them long enough. Long enough to buy the canal. If they don't want to sell, blow up bomb. But enough explanations, let's get on with the killing, shall we?"

From out of the shadows two men emerged. Tabernas motioned at them. "I'm going to let my friends here take care of you Mr. Chambers and Ms. Ortega, as I have much to do." 

Tabernas turned and bounded up the stairs. The two henchmen, pistols drawn, advanced towards Ria and Chambers.

* * 

The jungle was hot, sticky and dense. Marisa, April and May had to climb, crawl, shimmy and hack their way through the dense brush, making slow progress. The jungle constantly seemed to be closing in on them, small branches and thorns constantly reaching out and scratching their skin. Insects hoovered in front of their faces like a dense fog before dive bombing to bite and sting any open skin. The humidity was stifling. Sweat constantly ran from their pores, the salty sweat running into the thorn scratches and insect bites, causing a constant stinging pain.

They moved slowly through the jungle for hours. The sound of gun fire waxed and waned as they moved slowly through the dense forest, eventually fading away completely. 

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of scrambling through the jungle, they pushed out into a clearing. The girls stood in awe, looking at the surroundings.

The clearing was at the edge of a 20 foot high cliff, off which a torrent of water ran, falling into a deep and calm pool below. The pool was surrounded by large boulders bathed in sunlight.

"Oh, that water looks so nice," April said.

Marisa nodded. "Let's take a break, cool off and rest here for a bit."

Marisa hopped out onto one of the rocks bathed in sunlight. She pulled off her clothes, laying them out to dry on the warm rocks. She stood up and stretched. April and May watched in silence as the beautiful, 5 foot 4 olive skinned girl arched her back. Her shoulder length black hair shone as the sun hit it. Her B-cup breasts were perfectly formed, in perfect proportion on her thin, muscled frame. She had a tight, shapely bottom and thin but powerful legs. She turned towards April and May, revealing a pussy with dark hair trimmed into a narrow vertical strip of hair.

"Are you going to join me," Marisa asked April and May.

The two tgirls blushed. Though most of their sexual encounters of late had been with males, both still harboured an attraction to the female form, and both April and May felt their penises stirring with the revelation of Marisa's beautiful body.

Marisa could see April and May's faces turn red, but mistook the source of their embarrassment. "Don't worry, I know that you are transgendered," Marisa said. "It's not a problem at all. Come on, let's take a soak, relax our muscles and wash away the sweat and stink of the jungle." Marisa lunged forward and jumped into the pool.

April and May glanced at each other with questioning looks. "What do you think," April asked.

May pondered for a moment. As she did, an insect landed on her neck and bit into her flesh. May slapped her neck, killing the insect. She looked at her hand, now covered with the guts of some jungle pest, and felt the sweat starting to sting the bite. "Screw it. I need to get in that water," May said.

May stepped onto one of the rocks. She peeled off her clothes, laying them out as Marisa had done. Finally, she took off her wig, and laid it down. May stood up and stretched, happy to be out of the damp and smelly clothes. Her skin was dark and tanned, and the hormone treatment was giving her just the slightest hint of curves - a small bosom and a little extra on the hips and buttocks. Her body was completely shaved, and her skin smooth and glowing. While both April and May had been wearing wigs, they had been growing out their hair as well. May's hair was still short, but as she ran her hand through it it appeared as a very short, wavy bob - perhaps the kind of cut a young lady would have. Her face had taken on a soft, feminine quality over the hormone treatments, and so she looked quite feminine. The only thing that gave her away was her penis, half-erect between her legs.

April followed May out onto the rocks. She stripped down and laid out her clothes and wig as well. April was taller and slimmer. The hormones had started to give her a slight breast, but her hips and waist were still slim and slender, which looked natural on the Asian girl. Where May was Latina sex-pot ala Jennifer Lopez, April was more elegant Asian. She moved more delicately in a completely convincing feminine way. Her hair had also started to grow out, straight and thin. April bent down to lay out her clothes, revealing the ball sack and half-hard cock between her long, slender legs.

"Wow, even without the feminine clothes and the wigs, you still look like girls," Marisa said. "Now come in here and join me!"

April and May jumped into the water. It was cold, but refreshing after a long day of bushwhacking. The three girls - one natural and two created - swam and splashed in the water, relaxing for the first time since discovering their plane without a pilot hours earlier.

April, May and Marisa swam up to the waterfall. As they approached the current was strong, but the three girls persisted and managed to swim under the falls. They stood, bracing themselves against the rocks, and the water rained down onto them. The girls massaged themselves, washing away the sweat and soothing the bites and scratches from the jungle. The water was refreshing, but cold enough that their nipples hardened under the torrent of water.

After five minutes of the bracing shower, the girls swam away, back towards the calmer, deeper centre of the pool. They bobbed and floated in the water, letting the cool water soothe them as the sun warmed their fronts.

May closed her eyes as she floated on her back. Despite holding her lids tightly shut, she could still see the red hot sunlight. She certainly felt it hitting her skin. It felt fantastic as a counter to the cool water. The skin on her face and torso started to dry as she floated silently.

Suddenly, her skin was wet and cold again as a wave of water broke over her. May opened her eyes to see April grinning. "Did you just splash me," May asked.

April merely snickered.

"Oh, that's it," May said, and with her hands she slammed the water causing a large wall of water to engulf April. April fought back, and soon the air was misty with the constant waves of water the two tgirls were directing at each other.

May lunged forward and pushed April under the water for a moment. April surfaced, shocked for a moment, but then she composed herself and returned the favour, pushing May back and under the water. April lunged forward and tackled May.

The two girls grappled with each other. The body-on-body contact, even though they were rough-housing, was enough to get each girl hard. April could feel May's hard cock pressing against her leg. April reached down, cupped May's ass, and pulled her close. May felt April's hard-on rubbing against her stomach. May reached down and cupped April's ass. April's hand found May's hard cock, and started to stroke it under the water. The grappling turned into an embrace. Their breathing quickened.

"What's going on over there," Marisa said, a touch of mischief in her voice. "Because it looks like you girls are having fun, and didn't invite me."

Marisa swam over to the two tgirls, and pressed herself against them. Their bodies entwined and hands reached out, feeling each other's soft skin.

Marisa broke off the embrace and swam up to the rocks. She crawled out and lay down on a sun-heated rock. April followed, laying down beside Marisa and pressing against her. Their lips met in a kiss. Marisa's hand ran down April's body and grasped her hard cock. April's fingers ran along Marisa's pussy lips and playfully over her clit.

Marisa gently guided April to lay on her back. Marisa got onto all fours and positioned her head above April's hard cock. Marisa stuck out her tongue and run it over the tip of April's dick. April quivered as the tongue licked and lapped at the head of her cock. Marisa felt April's hand on the back of her head, and April gently guided Marisa down onto her dick, until Marisa was moving her mouth up and down fully on the hard-on.

May climbed out of the water and crawled up behind Marisa. May gently massaged Marisa's bottom. May kissed each cheek, then spread apart Marisa's cheeks and flicked Marisa's butthole with her tongue. May pulled her face away from Marisa's ass, and positioned her hands so that her fingers were gently stroking Marisa's pussy as her thumb massaged Marisa's asshole. Marisa started to swivel her hips in appreciation of the attention from May's hand.

May leaned forward and started to lick and suck on Marisa's pussy. May lay on her back, and lifted her head to access Marisa's pussy. May let the juice from Marisa's pussy run onto her tongue - a bitter with hint of buttery taste. May pursed her lips and put them onto Marisa's clit, sucking on it with flicking it with her tongue.

"May," April said. "Rotate over this way so I can suck on that beautiful she-cock of yours."

The three girls shifted positions, forming a triangle on the hot rocks beside the pool. Marisa sucked on April's hard cock, while May ate Maria's pussy, and April sucked on May's dick. Occasionally the girls would break off from their job at hand to praise each other.

"Oh, that feels so good," April said, looking at Marisa's mouth on her dick. "Marisa, you look so beautiful sucking that cock." Marisa responded by taking the full length of April's dick in her mouth. April moaned, and then went back to sucking on May's dick.

Marisa pulled herself off April's dick, and started to lick her balls. After soaking them with her wet tongue, she prepared to move back to April's dick. Before she did, though, she ran a hand over May's hair. "Oh, yes, baby. You really know how to eat a pussy. Oh yes! Eat that pussy. Suck that clit," Marisa said. May mowed down on Marisa's wet pussy, her chin wet with Marisa's pussy juice.

May reached out her hand and massaged April's nipple. May pulled herself off Marisa's pussy and looked at April, whose mouth was full of May's cock. "Oh April," May said, "yes, suck on my tranny-clit. Yes. That feels so good."

The three girls continued their oral daisy chain. April and Marisa pumping up and down on hard dicks while May buried her face in dripping pussy. 

April started to quiver, her dick being worked upon expertly by the mouth of Marisa. April started to lose focus as Marisa started working up and down on her cock faster and deeper. April had to pull off of May's dick, unable to concentrate on sucking it while the increasingly feeling of pleasure shook her body. 

"Oh, yes," April called out. "Yes, that fucking feels so good." April reached down and grabbed the back of Marisa's head. April's hand pushed Marisa up and down at an almost blinding pace. Marisa choked and gagged as April's long, slender dick pulsed in and out to the back of Marisa's throat. April shuttered, bucking up her hips and pressing Marisa down onto her groin. April's entire body tensed, every muscle flexed, and then a stream of cum shot out of her cock. The cum streamed down Marisa's open throat as Marisa sucked in to swallow every drop. April let out a cry of pleasure, causing alarm among the birds perched in the tree tops and scattering them. Finally, the entirety of April's orgasm complete, she released Marisa's head and let her up from her cock.

April lay back and closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her and dry off the sweat she had developed pushing and pumping into Marisa's mouth.

May pulled herself off Marisa's mound, stood up and moved in front of Marisa's mouth. "Come on now, Marisa. Seeing as you've knocked April out of sucking commission, you need to finish me off," May said.

Marisa didn't hesitate, and quickly took May's cock in her mouth. May placed her hands on the back of Marisa's head, taking control of the pace. May started slowly, but continued to build until she reached a fevered pitch. Her cock moved in and out of Marisa's mouth like a dark-skinned, veined piston. Marisa gladly accepted the length of May's cock as it pumped in and out of her mouth. 

Marisa reached up her hand, and started to massage May's balls. May moaned, and responded by increasing the depth of her strokes into Marisa's mouth. Marisa slowly moved her hand between May's legs, massaging her taint as she crept towards May's ass. Finally, one of Marisa's fingers found May's asshole, and she ran her finger around the tight muscle. May quivered, and her asshole started to open with anticipation. Marisa pressed her finger against the sphincter. May shuttered, suddenly standing on tip-toes. Marisa pushed harder. May's asshole opened up, and Marisa's finger slid easily into the puckered hole.

"Oh yes," May called out, her legs shaking. "Another finger!"

Marisa obliged, pulling out her finger and reinserting two fingers. She pressed them up, burying them in the beautiful tgirl's asshole to her knuckles. May nearly collapsed as her body shook with ecstasy. Marisa pressed her fingers against May's prostate, and gently massaged it. May's cock jerked and spasmed in Marisa's mouth, and quickly released a stream of hot, sticky cum. Marisa pressed her fingers against May's prostate, feeling the cum shot out with a renewed energy with each touch of pressure. Finally, May was milked, and pulled herself out of Marisa's mouth and off Marisa's fingers.

Marisa lay on her back. "Okay, now you've had your fun. Two mouths on me," she said.

April and May knelt down on either side of the girl, and started to eat Marisa's pussy. May licked and sucked on the clit while April's tongue run along the pussy lips and plunged in and out of Marisa's deep hole. Marisa grabbed her nipples and played with them as the two tgirls eat her out. Marisa's hips started to gyrate and swivel. Her back arched, her leg muscled tensing and two curling. Her hands shot from her breasts and clawed at the ground. Her head titled back, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and mouth opened agape.

Marisa's entire body tensed, and then shuttered. May sucked diligently on Marisa's clit while April lapped at Marisa's cunt. Marisa tensed again, and then let out a long, loud moan. Her legs jerked, her hips bucked. She twisted her body as the orgasm gripped her, tossing April and May's mouths off her crotch. Her legs clamped shut, opened, and then clamped again with force. Her entire body flushed red as spasms periodically shook her limbs. Finally, the body-grabbing orgasm having run its course, she settled back down and her body relaxed.

"Mmm," Marisa said. "That was lovely."

"I'm sure it was," a voice from above said. Startled, Marisa, April and May all turned. Atop the waterfall, silhouetted against the sun were four men holding rifles. "I am sure it was lovely, however, I am afraid we need to stop whatever was happening here and take you hostage."

April, May and Marisa sprang up, grabbing their clothes and shoes. They were about to run into the jungle when from the dense forest more men stepped out. All of them were carrying rifles. None wore uniforms, which meant they weren't the army. They were the rebels.

From atop the waterfall, the voice called down again. "Now, why doesn't the pretty lady and the two sissies get dressed, so we can get a move on. I am sure you must be worth something to somebody. Pedro, search their belongings, tie them up and let's roll."

April, May and Marisa looked at each other helplessly as the soldiers moved towards them.



Code Name Tequila Ch. 23



Chambers and Ria stood, their hands on their heads, as the two henchmen approached them with their pistols drawn.

Chambers and Ria looked at each other. Chambers motioned with his eyes down towards his feet. When Gomez fell to the floor after being shot by Tabernas, the rifle he was holding slid part way across the floor. It now rested just beside Chambers foot. Chambers made a slight kicking motion, and then traced an arc through the air with his eyes. Ria nodded and smiled.

In a single, swift motion, Chambers jammed his foot under the rifle and kicked it upward. The rifle flew through the air. The two henchmen, surprised by the sudden move, stood frozen, watching. They watched as Ria caught the rifle, flipped off the safety and pulled the trigger. Three short bursts of gunfire caught the two henchmen in their torsos. They both fell to the floor of the engine room before they could get a shot off with their pistols.

Chambers whistled. "Damn, nice shooting, Ria," he said. "I was expecting I would have to duck at least a couple of shots from those goons."

"Enough chit-chat," Ria said. "Let's go after Tabernas."

"No, wait. We have to disarm the explosives," Chambers said, moving towards the bomb.

Chambers walked around the bomb unit, examining it.

"Jesus," Ria said. "Is this one of those things where you have to figure out which wire to cut? Red wire or blue wire?"

Chambers shook his head, and pulled a mobile phone off the C4 explosive. He held the phone up, and Ria could see that the back was removed, exposing the battery of the phone, which had addition wire attached to it that ran to a metal pin buried in the C4 explosive. Chambers pulled the wires off the back of the phone. "No red or blue wires on this bomb. The trigger mechanism on this device is via a mobile phone. You call the phone, it creates a charge, which fire the firing mechanism. No phone, no trigger, no power, no boom," Chambers said, holding up the mobile phone. Chambers took the mobile phone's battery out of the phone and stashed it in his pocket. He then threw the phone against the wall, smashing it. "With that done, let's go and find Tabernas."

* * 

April stumbled on the uneven jungle floor, falling to the ground. With her hands tied behind her back, she was unable to stop herself, and landed hard on her side. April looked ahead of her, where Marisa and May were being marched along a jungle path along a valley floor, hands bound, rifles jammed in their backs.

"Up," the guard behind April said, grabbing her by the ropes that bound her hands and pulling her roughly up. The ropes bit into her wrists, and April yelped with pain.

Ahead of April, Marisa walked behind the leader of the rebels. Marisa got up close to the leader, and started to speak to him. "You need to know that you are being used. The Aguila Roja isn't interested in your welfare, or the fate of Venezuela. The generals that command you are only interested in taking the Aguila Roja's money to line their own pockets. They sent you against the army to die, while they drive around in limousines and fly in private jets."

"No worse than are current leadership," the rebel said. "Once we seize control of the oil fields, we'll all be kings - unlimited wealth from the ground."

Marisa laughed. "You won't see a penny of that wealth. The generals in charge have already made a deal with the Aguila Roja. The Aguila Roja gets the oil fields, the generals get a palace in Caracas and you end up with nothing."

The rebel simply shook his head. "This is not true," he said.

"It is true," Marisa said. "I know you find it hard to believe, but I have heard and seen it with my own eyes. The generals aren't men driven by a desire to make this a better country, or some abstract ideology. They have one motivation only, and that is greed."

The rebel turned and slapped Marisa across the face. "You would do well to learn to keep your mouth shut and know your place, traitor," he snarled. "Now, stop your mouth from moving and keep your feet moving. We have much ground to cover before darkness comes."

The rebel leader turned, took one step forward and paused. He raised a hand.

"What is it," one of the guards asked.

The rebel leader, still staring forward said nothing. His hand went to his throat.

"Do you hear or see something," the guard asked, scanning the jungle.

The rebel leader gurgled.

"What," the guard said, walking up to the leader. He put his hand on the leader's shoulder, and the leader crumpled to the ground. The guard looked down and saw blood spurting out of a hole in the leader's throat. The guard turned about to warn the others, but before he could get out a word, the back of his head exploded.

"Take cover," one of the other guards yelled. They scattered, looking for safe firing positions. April, May and Marisa fell to the ground, trying to get as low as possible and out of any lines of fire.

"It's the army," one of the guards yelled. The jungle erupted with the sound of gunfire as army soldiers started firing from raised positions up the forested sides of the valley. The rebels, unable to see the army positions, fired aimlessly into the forest. It was no match. The army, with good sight lines to the rebels, picked them off one by one, until the last man lay dead on the floor of the jungle.

"Clear," came a voice from out of the jungle. Venezuelan army soldiers came out of the jungle, guns drawn and pointed at Marisa, April and May, still lying on the jungle floor. The commander of the army unit stepped forward.

"What have we here? A few hostages of the rebels," he bent down, inspecting the ropes around May's hands. "There is an old saying, any enemy of my enemy is my friend," he said.

"Does that mean you'll let us go, friend," Marisa asked.

The commander stood up. "I don't put too much stock in old sayings, actually. Instead, I think I'll leave you bound and take you back to our base. From there, we can figure out what to do with you." The commander turned to his soldiers. "Get the women up and let's return to camp with our prisoners."

* * 

Ria and Chambers crouched down outside the freighter's bridge. Inside they could hear voices. Ria recognized one of the voices as Tabernas. She motioned to Chambers, mouthing "That's Tabernas." Chambers nodded.

They listened some more. Chambers held up three fingers, mouthing "three men," indicating that he heard three distinct voices. Ria nodded her agreement.

It would be two against three, but Chambers and Ria had the element of surprise. Chambers motioned directions to Ria. Chambers would go in and sweep the room from the centre to the right. Ria should sweep the room from the centre to the left. Chambers would come in low, while Ria would come in high. 

Ria nodded, and she and Chambers lined up on opposite sides of the door to the bridge. Chambers quietly counted down, "three... two... one..."

Chambers pushed the door open, and pivoted into the room, crouched on one knee. Ria, standing, peered around the corner of the door. Inside the room was Tabernas and two guards with semi-automatic rifles. Their weapons were lowered, obviously not expecting any trouble.

Ria aimed her rifle on to the guard to the left of Tabernas. The guard slowly turned and raised his rifle, but Ria was able to get off two bursts before the man could get his rifle in position. The guard slumped to the ground.

Chambers lined up his sights on the second guard, squeezing off a couple of bursts before the guard even had time to react. The guard fell to the ground.

Ria and Chambers swept their eyes and weapons over the rest of the room, and seeing no more threats, both aimed at Tabernas. Tabernas was reaching behind him, but stopped as the two weapons aimed upon him and Chambers called for him to freeze.

"Keep your weapon on him," Chambers said to Ria. Chambers walked over, gun still aimed at Tabernas, and moved slowly behind him. Chambers slung his rifle over his shoulder, and then reached out to Tabernas. Chambers pulled a pistol out that Tabernas hand shoved the back of his trousers. Chambers then quickly padded Tabernas down, making sure he had no more weapons on him. Tossing the pistol over to Ria's feet, Chambers than ensured that the two guards were dead, and slid their rifles over towards Ria as well.

Chambers grabbed his weapon again, and stuck it in Tabernas' back. "Quickly, Ria, close and lock the doors," Chambers said. There were three doors to the bridge, the one that Chambers and Ria had entered from the deck, another out to the deck of the ship on the other side, and a third to a group of cabins behind the bridge. 

Ria slung her weapon, and first shut the door behind her that they had entered, locking it tight. She quickly moved across the room, and shut and locked the other door to the outside deck. Finally, she moved over to door to the crew cabins. She was about to shut it, when the barrel of a pistol jutted out from beside the door, moving in a flash up to poke under her chin.

From behind the door jamb, a feminine voice called out. "Drop your weapons and release Tabernas, or the tranny dies," it said.

Ria recognised the voice. "Isabella," Ria asked, startled to hear the voice of the woman responsible for the Cabo Blanco ambassador team.

In response, the pistol barrel just dug deeper into her flesh. Ria yelped with pain.

"Okay, okay, wait," Chambers said, holding his rifle steady against Tabernas' back. "Let's talk this out."

"There is no talking," Tabernas said. "You may think you have an advantage, Mr. Chambers, but you have none."

"I have you," Chambers said, pressing the barrel of his gun deeper into Tabernas' back and using his free hand to grip Tabernas by the neck.

Suddenly behind the two men, the main window of the bridge smashed, causing Tabernas and Chambers to hunch over to protect themselves from the shards of glass raining into the room. Tabernas lunged forward, wrenching himself from Chambers grip. Chambers lunged after Tabernas, but heard a shout behind him. Standing slowly, Chambers turned to see two guards pointing automatic rifles at him.

"Drop the guns," the guards called out. Chambers hesitated for a moment, but then seeing no escape, relented. He dropped his weapon to the floor, and then kicked it aside when he was instructed to by the guards.

Tabernas walked over to Ria and pulled the rifle off her shoulder, using it to point at Chambers. Isabella stepped out from behind the bulkhead of the cabin door, her pistol still sticking into Ria's neck.

"Now it seems I have you, Mr. Chambers," Tabernas said. "But not for long. Soon the angels will have you," Tabernas said, raising the rifle to aim at Chambers' head and putting his finger on the trigger.

"Mr. Tabernas," a guard called out, stopping Tabernas from squeezing the trigger. "The negotiator is here. He has asked for a cessation of all killing until the negotiations are complete."

Tabernas held his aim for a moment, and then lowered the weapon. "Fine," Tabernas said, walking over to the port side bridge door and unlocking. Pointing to the first guard, Tabernas said, "Get in here and put this prisoners in one of the rooms, and guard them until the negotiations can be complete." To the second guard, Tabernas said, "go get the negotiator."

"Don't bother, I'm already here," a voice said from behind the port side bridge door. Then the negotiator stepped through the door. Isabella, Ria, Chambers and Tabernas all gasped.

"You are the negotiator?" Tabernas said.

Jorge Ortiz, Colombian presidential hopeful and Latin American expert for the Pan American Racing Series nodded. "Yes, I am here to negotiate for a peaceful end to this strife," Ortiz said to Tabernas, and then turning to Ria and Chambers said, "and for the successful release of any hostages without the further loss of life."

Tabernas scowled at Ortiz, and then waved his hand. "Take the prisoners to one of the cabins, and keep an eye on them. It seems Mr. Ortiz and I need to speak."

* * 

Marisa, April and May, hands tied behind their backs, walked through the forest, guns of the Venezuelan army trained on their backs. 

"My name is Marisa Beltran," Marisa said. "I am an agent with the Dirección de los Servicios de Inteligencia y Prevención. My identification is in wallet."

The commander shrugged. "You have already said that three times, Ms. Beltran. I really don't care. Once we get back to the base, I'll let military command decided what to do with you and your American friends." The commander spoke to his soldiers. "Keep an eye open for the rebels. They could be anywhere in these trees."

The soldiers scanned the trees, visibly on edge.

"Your soldiers looked jumpy, commander," Marisa said.

The commander scanned the tree line without looking at Marisa. "Dangerous people out there," he said. "The fighting has been fierce throughout the country. This unit has already lost three men today."

"My mission... the mission of myself and the Americans, is to contact the rebels and get them to stop the fight, commander," Marisa said. "Let us go. Let us complete that mission. If you do, perhaps we can stop any more killing."

The commander snorted. "Oh, I see. Your plan was get to captured by the rebels. Is that how you were going to get them to stop the fighting?"

"We were in a better place then," Marisa said. "at least then we were talking to the right side. Let us go. Let us complete our mission. It is the best way to protect your men!"

"Frankly, I think my men are better protected with me than with you," the commander said. "You don't seem to..."

A shot rang out, echoing throughout the forest. Birds, startled by the sound, launched from the trees in an explosion of squawking and wing flapping. The commander stopped speaking and slumped to the forest floor.

"Enemy contact," one of the soldiers screamed. Marisa, April and May dropped down onto the ground as the forest erupted in gunfire.

* * 

Ria and Chambers sat on a saggy bed in a bland cabin, two rifles trained on them. Isabella and one of the guards stood holding those rifles, blocking the door.

"Isabella, what are you doing?" Ria asked.

"Keep quiet," Isabella responded.

"The Aguila Roja's plan won't work," Ria said. "There is no way that a disparate band of rebels and a few gunboats will be able to overcome the armies of Panama, Colombia and Venezuela. Even if they do manage to, the Americans and the United Nations will soon get involved."

"It won't come to that," Isabella said. "Mr. Tabernas will negotiate an outcome that avoids any more bloodshed than is needed. And then the dream will be close at hand."

"What dream?" Chambers asked.

"It won't matter to you. You won't be around to see it," Isabella said.

"Isabella, what makes you think that Tabernas can negotiate a way out of this?" Ria asked. "Mr. Ortiz won't give up anything to the Aguila Roja."

"A settlement that benefits all will be found," Isabella said.

"And if a settle isn't found?" Ria asked.

"You were in the engine room. You saw the Aguila Roja's response to saying no to our demands," Isabella said.

Chambers laughed. "The bomb, you mean. The one we deactivated and destroyed the firing mechanism for?"

Isabella blanched. She looked to her left and right, confused. "Uh..." she stammered, appearing like she was going to say something, but then stopping. The rifle she was holding sagged in her hands, the barrel slowly pointing towards the floor.

Ria stood up. "Isabella, you need to give up. Let us get off this boat, and put an end to this fighting."

Isabella steadied herself and raised her rifle higher. "No. No," she screamed. "Stay where you are."

Isabella turned to the guard. "I need to warn Tabernas. Keep them in here," she said, and left the room.

The guard back himself against the door. Chambers stood up, and moved over to the left of the room. Ria started walking towards the right. The guard shifted his aim back and forth between the two. "Stop moving," he said, a quiver in his voice.

"Take it easy," Chambers said.

Ria reached a small table against the wall. She leaned against it, bringing her arms behind her back, hidden from view of the guard. The guard continued to shift his aim back and forth between Ria and Chambers.

Ria felt with her hands around the table. She handed on a large battery powered flashlight. It was long and narrow. She picked it up, feeling the weight in her hands. It was nicely balanced, much like the knives she learned to throw when working in Tijuana.

The guard turned away from Ria, aiming at Chambers. Ria lunged, tossing the flashlight towards the guard. It spun through the air, the aim was true. It smashed the guard in the head, not hitting him hard enough to knock him out, but causing him to stumble and loss his balance. His rifle slipped from one of his hands, the barrel crashing towards the floor.

Chambers leaped forward and grappled the guard to the floor. Chambers wrapped his arms around the guards neck, getting him in a sleeper hold. Chambers wrapped his legs around the guards leg, trapping the barrel of the gun tight against the guards right leg.

The guard, unable to aim his weapon, slowly lost consciousness.

Chambers pried the rifle from the guards unconscious hands. "Let's go find Tabernas," he said. Ria picked up the heavy duty flashlight, for use as a club if needed, and nodded. The two opened the cabin door and headed out into the hall.

Ria and Chambers walked down the narrow hallway of the freighter, and turned a corner. Standing 20 feet away was Tabernas, Ortiz, Isabella and two guards. Startled by seeing the prisoners released, they group froze, allowing Chambers to leverage the element of surprise. Chambers let off a round from the rifle, felling one of the two guards.

Tabernas turned and pushed Ortiz down the hall, screaming, "get him out of here," to Isabella, who quickly turned and followed. Ortiz and Isabella disappeared around a corner and out of sight.

The guard who was still standing rose his weapon to fire. "Duck," Chambers screamed, dropping to the ground. The guard's rifle exploded to life, a burst of bullets came screaming down the hall.

Ria fell backwards, tucking herself into a ball and rolling up onto her shoulders. The guard had been aiming at the Ria and Chambers standing, so the volley of bullets flew harmless over Chambers prone on the ground and Ria, rolling over in a backwards somersault.

Ria rolled over until she was upside down. She thrust out her arms towards the ground, launching herself into the air, and extended her legs. She flipped through the air, and landed soundly standing, facing the guard and Tabernas.

Chambers, lying prone, aimed his weapon at the guard and fired. The guard turned, attempting to get a bead on Chambers, but it was too late. The burst of gunfire from Chambers rifle hit the guard dead centre in his chest. The guard stumbled backwards and fell to the ground, dead.

Tabernas turned to run, but Chambers shouted after him. "Freeze, Tabernas. I've got you in my sites."

Tabernas stopped, and turned slowly, arms outstretched. "Okay, take it easy."

"Your bomb is disarmed, Tabernas, and you won't get hold of the canal," Chambers said. "Your plan is foiled. Why don't you give it up peacefully? Call the rebel groups in Colombia and Venezuela and order them to stop."

"And why would they listen to me?" Tabernas asked.

"Because, you are the Aguila Roja, and they take their orders from you," Chambers said standing.

Tabernas snorted. "You think I'm the Aguila Roja?" he asked, incredulously.

Chambers walked up and poked the barrel of his rifle in his chest. "Of course you are. Now, let's get you to the radio room so you can put an end to all of this."

* * 

April crawled into the underbrush, followed by May and Marisa. They stayed low, while above their heads bullets winged through the air in the thousands. 




Code Name Tequila Ch. 23



"What do we do?" May asked. 

One of the soldiers who were holding them fell to the ground, clutching his chest as blood spurted from it. His rifle landed in the brush beside April. She picked up the gun.

"Now at least we have some fire power," April said.

"But, whose side do we want to be on," Marisa asked. "Both sides seem intent on capturing and imprisoning us."

"We need to find out where we are, so we can make our way back towards Clemente's camp," May said. "He's the best hope of getting in with the rebels and trying to convince them to give up this fight."

"Agreed," said Marisa. "Though we could be days from Colombian border where you said the camp was."

April peeked up at the battle raging in the forest around them. She could see the Venezuelan soldiers, firing off in all directions. Hidden in the brush around them, unseen to them, were a group of unknown attackers, most likely another group of rebels. "Well, I think the best thing to do is to get ourselves away from this battle, and out on our own," April said. "The soldiers seem to be concentrating their fire towards the North and East, which would seem to indicate that is where the enemy fire is coming from. Therefore, I say we go south-east."

The girls crawled through the jungle, the soldiers who had been holding them oblivious to their escape, too embroiled in the battle to take notice. April found a dried river bed, and followed it as it twisted its way slowly uphill and away from the valley in which the battle was taking place.

Finally the river bed twisted around to the east, behind the rise and fall of the jungle floor and camouflaged by the deep forest, so the girls could stand.

"Okay," Marisa said. "If we follow this river bed, hopefully we should come out on a larger river. Following that will eventually bring us to a settlement of some sort."

"Right," said April. "Let's go."

"What's your rush," said a male voice from behind them. The three girls turned.

Standing atop the river bank was Colonel Clemente.

* * 

Tabernas walked in front of Ria and Chambers, who had their weapons trained upon him.

"I must say, I am disappointed in you, Ria," Tabernas said.

Ria snorted. "Do you think I care?" she asked.

"After seeing the way you handled yourself after Luis' death, I really thought you might have a future with us," Tabernas said, still marching forward. "I saw big things for you in our organisation. It is a shame that you have chosen this path."

"The shame is all yours, murderer," Ria replied.

"Peopled have died, yes," Tabernas said. "But only those who stood in the way to the greater good. I know you think this is just some elaborate scheme to control the drug trade, but it isn't. It is much more than that, Ria, and you still have a chance to join it."

"Shut up, Tabernas," Chambers said.

"Ah yes, an order from the Americans," Tabernas said. "How typical, for the Americans to get involved and tell us how to run our countries. What did they promise you, Ria? What baubles have they offered? Money? A car? A job? A passport? Triflings, Ria. The Aguila Roja can offer you freedom. A new world, Ria."

"My world is fine," Ria said. "And the only thing that could make it better, you can't give me. You can't raise the dead, Tabernas."

"Carlos died, and it is a shame," Tabernas said. "But his death won't be in vain if you let me go and let us get on with what we are doing. We are giving Latin America its freedom. Giving it a unified voice, Ria. To get us out from under the ghosts of the Spanish occupation and the constant interference from the Americans. That is a dream Carlos believed in, even if he was wrong about the best way to achieve it. Freedom comes with joining the Aguila Roja, Ria. It isn't too late. Let me go. Join us. Some American dollars can't compare with the freedom of living in a Latin American superpower, can it?"

"What are you babbling on about," Ria asked, her voice quivering.

"I can speak with the Aguila Roja, Ria," Tabernas said, who stopped walking and turned to face Ria. "I can convince the Aguila Roja to allow you to join us, in our fight for an independent, powerful and unified Latin American nation. That is what we are fighting for. That is the Aguila Roja's dream, and if you let me go, and let me speak to the Aguila Roja, I can ensure you join us."

Chambers pushed Tabernas, who staggered backwards. "Don't be coy, Tabernas. We know you are the Aguila Roja, and we won't fall for your tricks," Chambers said. "Now get moving."

Tabernas looked at Ria and raised an eyebrow, and then turned and continued to walk. He reached a door on his right, and entered. Ria and Chambers followed.

In the radio room of the freighter, at Chambers prodding, Tabernas contacted the man in charge of the rebel forces on the mainland. While dialing a number on the satellite phone, Tabernas explained who he was calling. "I am contacting General Paco de Vita of the Venezuelan security forces. He is our mole inside the Venezuelan military establishment. He probably won't like me contacting him," Tabernas said, pausing mid-dial.

Chambers pushed the barrel of his rifle into Tabernas' chest. "You won't like it even more if you don't call him.

Tabernas finished dialing and put the phone on speaker. The phone rang twice, and then clicked to life.

"Hello," said the voice on the other end, tentatively.

"General, it is Rodrigo Tabernas," Tabernas said.

"Why are you calling me?" the voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Things have not gone to plan on our end," Tabernas said. "The Panamanian part of our plan will not come through. We should pull back on all fronts."

"No," the General said. "You will get done what you are supposed to do, as I will get done what I am too do. It is what the plan entails."

Chambers poked Tabernas in the ribs and nodded at the phone. "Tell him to stop," Chambers mouthed silently.

"General, a half complete coup is no coup at all. We are best served by discontinuing, and retreating to fight another day," Tabernas said.

As a reply, the Generally merely snorted.

Chambers poked Tabernas again. "Order him," Tabernas mouthed silently. "Order him as the Aguila Roja."

Tabernas sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head for a moment, and then he complied. "The Aguila Roja orders you to stop," Tabernas said.

The General paused before speaking. "If the Aguila Roja wants me to stop, why doesn't the Aguila Roja tell me directly," the General asked.

Tabernas looked at Chambers and shrugged. Chambers pointed to the phone and mouthed "Tell him. Tell him you are the Aguila Roja."

Tabernas smiled a wry smile. "General, I am the Aguila Roja, and I order you to stop your attacks," Tabernas said. Tabernas turned to face Chambers, smiling.

"Tabernas, I don't know what game you are playing, but I don't take orders from you," The General said. "If the Aguila Roja wants to discuss a new strategy with me, then the Aguila Roja can call me."

The phone went dead.

"I told you, Mr. Chambers," Tabernas said. "I am not the Aguila Roja."

* * 

"Clemente," April said, surprised.

"I received communication that three pretty female spies had been captured, two of them being American and... um... ladies with something extra," Clemente said. "I figured that you must have come back, so I got some men together to find you. Unfortunately, the national army reached you before I did."

"Clemente, you have to stop the rebellion," April said, stepping towards him. "The Aguila Roja doesn't have your best interests at heart."

Clemente nodded. "I know. After our talk back in the camp, I did some digging. It seems that what you said was true. The rebels are under the direction of dissident military commanders who seem more interested in lining their pockets and getting in bed with the Americans and drug dealers."

"Can we stop the rebels?" April asked. "Let them know that they aren't fighting for what they think they are?"

Clemente shook his head. "Not all of them, no. They are a very fractured group - groups with driving principles that span the range from the purely ideological to those with greedy self-interest. I can get some of them onside, but the rest will continue, probably starting to take tacks that don't even follow the Aguila Roja's plan."

"Getting some of them is a start," April said.

Clemente nodded. "All right, let's get back to base camp. From there, I can start gathering forces."

* * 

"You ARE the Aguila Roja," Chambers said. "You can claim that you aren't, but I don't believe it."

"What you believe is not of interest to me," Tabernas said. "As you can see, what has been set in motion cannot now be stopped. Ria, it isn't too late to join us. Let me go, and together, all of us Latin Americans can march towards a new dawn of a powerful country. We can achieve the dreams of Simon Bolivar and the Gran Colombia."

Ria snorted. "Bolivar fought from freedom and independence, not subservience to a drug lord and murderer, Tabernas," Ria said, spitting with anger. "You have ordered the death of hundreds of innocents, enslaved farmers to grow your drugs, armed and equipped armies who bring nothing but terror. No, Tabernas, you and your talk of grand visions doesn't fool me. You are nothing but a petty thug trying to wrap himself in a flag. You are the Aguila Roja, and we will stop you."

Tabernas laughed. "You think I am the Aguila Roja, and by holding me you have some sort of leverage, but you don't. You can't stop what is happening."

"The Aguila Roja can stop it, and I know you are the Aguila Roja," Chambers said.

"I am not the Aguila Roja," Tabernas said. "I am simply an agent of the Aguila Roja."

"And not a very good one at that," said a voice from the door. Chambers, Tabernas and Ria turned to see Isabella standing in the doorway, a pistol trained on them.

Chambers grabbed Tabernas and held the rifle against his chest. "Drop the gun, Isabella, or Tabernas is in trouble."

Isabella raised her pistol. "I'll save you the trouble," Isabella said, and pulled the trigger. The bullet caught Tabernas between the eyes. Tabernas fell backwards, dead.

Isabella turned and pointed the gun at Chambers and Ria. "Now you two drop YOUR weapons," she said.

"I don't think so, Isabella. There are two of us and only one of you," Chambers said.

"Drop the weapons," Isabella said. She reached to her side and pulled a man in front of her. Cuffed, gagged and blindfolded, Isabella placed the barrel of her pistol against the man's temple. "Drop the weapons, or Ortiz gets it."

* * 

At a makeshift jungle camp, Clemente and other commanders of the rebels determined what their next moves should be.

"The Aguila Roja and our own leadership has betrayed us, we cannot continue the assault," Clemente told the commanders. "The Americans have discovered that General de Vita has an arrangement to take control of the country, rather than allowing free elections. In addition, similar arrangements have been made with military leaders in Colombia - they get to become the military dictators in return for access to natural resources."

"Come now, Clemente," said one of the Commanders. "Why should we believe the Americans? They have an obvious bias to see a toppling of the government in Venezuela, as well as propping up a strong, pro-US military in Colombia."

"The Americans, working with the Colombian security service, has been able to come up with some strong proof," Clemente said. April and May had contacted Black Oak and Jarvis Cleethorpe, who were able to provide documents to support the assertion that the Aguila Roja was in league with the Americans, and had made promises to different parties that contradicted each other. Clemente showed the commanders print outs of the intelligent, and with April's help, walked the Commanders through the proof.

It took an hour of discussion, but eventually all of the commanders came around to agree with Clemente. "We are agreed, then," Clemente concluded. "I shall contact the governments to arrange a cease fire, and then we shall contact the units and get them to disengage from battle."

The commanders concluded the meeting. When leaving, Clemente took April aside. "Thank you, April," Clemente said. "Both for convincing me that the Aguila Roja and Dr. Patterson were the wrong people to follow, and for your help today with convincing the other commanders."

"Its my job," April said. "Thank you for rescuing us from the military."

Clemente wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her close. "It was a pleasure to see you again," Clemente said. He then kissed her on the lips. "Hopefully I'll get to see you more of you."

The commanders contacted the governments of Venezuela, Panama and Colombia to arrange a cease fire effective that afternoon, as well as immunity for the infantry participants in the battles.

Cease fire agreed, the other commanders started contacting units across the country via long range radio and satellite telephones. It took hours to contact all the units. Some trusted Clemente, who was well respected, and gave up the fight quickly. Others needed more persuasion, which the documents helped with. A small number of units refused to give up the fight. However, the large majority of battles were given up, and rebel forces started to retreat from their objectives.

By 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the majority of the fighting had ceased.

* *

Chambers and Ria were locked in on of the cabins, and had been there for hours. Isabella, after locking Ortiz in another cabin, and locked Ria and Chambers inside the room. Ria and Chambers weren't guarded, but the room was empty other than a couple of chairs, and despite a number of attempts, Chambers and Ria were unable to open the door. Ria and Chambers settled onto the chairs, dejected.

"What do we do now?" Ria asked Chambers.

Chambers shrugged. "I think at this point we have to sit back and wait to see how this develops," he said. "We have to hope that April, May and Marisa can convince the rebels to give up the fight, or that Ortiz is able to negotiate something with the Aguila Roja."

"Do you think that Isabella is the Aguila Roja?" Ria asked.

Chambers shook his head, not because he thought the answer was negative, but because he didn't know. "I have no idea anymore," he said. "I was sure that Tabernas was the most likely candidate. It is possible that who ever the Aguila Roja is - assuming the Aguila Roja is even a real person - that we have no idea who they are."

The external lock on the door clanged as it was unlatched. The door opened to reveal Ortiz.

"Mr. Ortiz, have you been able to negotiate a cease fire?" Ria asked.

Ortiz stumbled forward into the cabin, pushed by a force from behind. Ortiz caught himself and turned back towards the door. Ria and Chambers looked at the door, and saw Isabella standing in the door frame, flanked by two guards.

"Unfortunately not," Ortiz said.

"March," Isabella said, motioning with her gun that the prisoners should come out of the room and head down the hallway to the right.

Ortiz, Isabella and Ria walked out into the hallway, and started walking down the hall. Isabella followed, gun aimed at the backs of the prisoners. "Head up the next staircase towards the deck," Isabella said. "We are heading off the ship."

As they climbed the stairs, the whoo-whoo-whoo sound of a helicopter. Arriving on the deck, the prisoners could see a helicopter landed on the deck, 40 feet down the ship. On the deck where approximately 10 guards, in addition to 2 guards that had mounted the steps with the prisoners.

The group was about to head to the helicopter when one of the guards pointed to the horizon. "Incoming," he shouted. Ria and Chambers turned to see four fighter jets coming in low towards the ship.

"Surface-to-air missiles," one of the guards called. There was a scramble on the deck as the soldiers attempted to set up the launchers and get a bead on the jets, but they were over the ship too quickly. Three of the jets released a volley of gun fire across the deck. Ria, Chambers and Ortiz scrambled to find cover while Isabella and the guards took aim at the jets.

The fourth jet released a missile. The missile keyed in quickly on the helicopter, and within half a second the ship was shaking with the explosion of the helicopter. Debris from the helicopter, some flaming, flew across the deck.

Ria, Ortiz and Chambers took cover behind a metal vent.

"We have to get off this boat," Ortiz said. "How were you planning on getting off?"

"Swim," Chambers suggested.

Ortiz looked surprised. "Its at least a mile to the shore," he said.

Ria looked in the distance, where the jets were doing a banking turn and heading back to the ship. "Things are getting quite hairy here," Ria said. "I think getting off the boat is the best chance we have."

"If we get to the radio room, can you contact someone to call off the jets?" Ortiz asked.

Chambers shrugged. "I don't know," Chambers said. "If they are attacking, it is obvious that those in command have determined the risks outweigh the odds."

"When I was held by Isabella, I heard that the fighting on the mainland has ceased," Ortiz said. "Apparently the rebels negotiated a cease fire."

"That would make this freighter the last hold out," Ria said.

The jets flew overhead again, spraying the deck with gunfire. Some of the soldiers fell. Others were able to spray the jets with gunfire.

"And they obviously think that the Aguila Roja is on the ship," Chambers said. "Ortiz, did you meet the Aguila Roja? Did you start any negotiations?"

Ortiz shook his head. "No, I didn't start the negotiations. I doubt the Aguila Roja is aboard. I believe was meant to negotiate with Tabernas or Isabella instead, assuming they were willing to negotiate at all. Let's get to the radio room and call off the attack," Ortiz said. "The Aguila Roja isn't here, and all this fighting does is put us in danger."

"Unless, of course, Isabella is the Aguila Roja," Ria said. "Even if she isn't, she knows who the Aguila Roja is. We should capture her."

Chambers pursed his lip and looked at Ria. "I agree that capturing Isabella would be good, but I think our primary goal should be to protect Mr. Ortiz. Let's get down to the radio room and see if we can arrange an evacuation of Mr. Ortiz."

Chambers and Ria stood on either side of Ortiz, and they ran for the entrance back to the cabins. Around them, guards fired into the air as the jets flew over for a second pass. Bullets from the jets ricocheted off the metal deck of the freighter.

Isabella turned to see Chambers, Ria and Ortiz about to go down the stairs. "Get them," she ordered one of the guards. Isabella and the guard ran towards the stairs. The jets passed overhead again, spraying the deck with gunfire. A bullet caught the guard right in the head. He stumbled and fell down the stairs, landing at the bottom in front of Ria, Chambers and Ortiz. The body splayed on the ground, his gun sliding down the hall. Ria and Chambers ran down the hall after it.

Isabella ran down the stairs. She raised her rifle, freezing Chambers and Ria in their tracks. "Looks like I'll have to lock you all up again," Isabella said.

Ortiz stepped towards Isabella. "Isabella, you heard what I heard on the radio. The fighting has stopped. The attempted coups are over in Venezuela and Colombia. An international force led by the USA is massing forces within Panama and on the seas to oppose the troops holding the canal entrances. The attempt for the Aguila Roja to take control is over. It is time to surrender," Ortiz said.

"Everything is falling apart," Isabella said. "The plans from Fernandez must have leaked out even sooner than I thought."

Ria took a step forward. Isabella turned to look at her. "It is time to give up, Isabella," Ria said, taking another step forward. "Let us go to the radio room. We can call off the attacks if you surrender. If those planes keep attacking, we'll all wind up dead."




Code Name Tequila Ch. 23



Behind Ria, Chambers slowly backed up towards the rifle.

Ria moved forward, passing Ortiz. "Surrender is the best option, Isabella," Ria said. 

Behind Ria, Ortiz looked at Chambers. Ortiz nodded at the gun. Chambers nodded, and kicked it towards him. Ortiz bent down, picked up the gun and before Isabella had a chance to react, pointed it at Isabella. "Now it is really over," Ortiz said.

Isabella lowered her weapon.

Ria moved backwards. "Okay, let's get to the radio room and call off this attack," Ria said.

"Not so fast," Ortiz said. He turned to Ria and Chambers, pointing the gun at them. Isabella raised her weapon again. "I'm afraid that's not a call you'll be making."

"What, I don't understand," Chambers said.

"It turns out that the Aguila Roja is on this boat," Ortiz said. "And you are looking at him."

"You," Ria said. "You are the Aguila Roja? A drug dealer?" 

"Drugs are merely a means to an end, Ria," Ortiz said. "A way to finance my true goals. The establishment of the next super power. A Latin American super power. The time of America and Russia has come and gone. Right now there is a power vacuum in the world. There are pretenders to the throne - China and India. Brazil, possibly, but it doesn't have everything. However, together with the other countries in Latin America, a united South America would be unbeatable."

"When I first started, I tried to achieve the goal through purely political means," Ortiz continued. "However, I quickly realized that I needed money to reach my goal, and the quickest way to get money was via drugs. Once the Gran Colombian Republic is set up, I'll crush the drug lords, but for now they provide me the power and money I need to work towards the end goal. A Latin American super power."

"I have been trying to do this for years," Ortiz said. "I have tried through many means. Capitalist power, international politics, and the power of sport. The American and Chinese supported governments were too hard to unseat, so I finally decided that the best plan would be armed insurrection. This was my first attempt, and obviously it has not worked yet, but one day I will achieve my goal of a united and strong Latin America!"

"I can't believe this," Ria said. "Carlos believed in you. He believed that you would different. But you aren't. Instead, you killed him."

"Carlos was a liar and spy, working for a security service that props up the American puppets who control Colombia," Ortiz said. "Proof of that is your working with him, Ria. So disappointing to see yet another Latin American fall under the spell of the American powers and there American dollars. Imagine a strong Mexico as a province in the strongest economic and military power in the world, Ria. That is what I promise. You could have been a part of it. Not now, though."

"What are you going to do?" Chambers asked.

Ortiz smiled. "Unfortunately the insurrection plan has not worked, so I will have to abandon it. However, thanks to the CIA's suspicions, everyone thinks that Tabernas was the Aguila Roja, and now he is dead, we can continue that illusion. All I have to do is leave this ship and say that Aguila Roja was killed. The Aguila Roja is killed off, yet retain control of the drug and weapons trade. I just have to make sure I kill anyone who might be able to say otherwise."

Ortiz raised his gun, pointing it at Ria.

"Isabella," Ria said. "You do realize that he means you as well."

Isabella shook her head.

"The Aguila Roja doesn't leave loose ends, Isabella," Chambers said.

Ortiz shook his head. "Don't listen to them, Isabella." Ortiz raised his gun, and pulled the trigger. 

The gun jammed.

"Run," Ria said. Chambers and Ria started sprinting down the hall.

"Isabella, fire!" Ortiz said.

Isabella fired, but Chambers and Ria were already around the corner.

Ria and Chambers ran down the hall, and up a set of stairs. They were now in another hallway. To the left, the hallway ran out to the deck, where Ria and Chambers could still hear gunfire. To the right, the bridge. Ria and Chambers ran down the hallway and into the bridge.

"Get the door closed," Chambers said, running over to the radio on the bridge. Ria shut the door, but didn't get it latched before Ortiz slammed his body against the door and forced it open. Ria fell to the floor from the force of the door flying open. Ortiz stumbled into the room. Isabella ran in after him, rifle raised.

Isabella looked over at Chambers at the radio. She fired, the bullets tearing into the radio. Chambers jumped back as the radio sparked and smoked.

"Now kill them," Ortiz ordered, still lying on the ground.

Isabella turned the gun towards Chambers.

"Wait," Ria said. "Isabella, you were on the CIA list of Aguila Roja contacts. Ortiz knows that. The CIA won't stop coming after you. Ortiz knows that to be true and fully in the clear, to put all suspicion off himself, you have to die along with us. If the Aguila Roja has his way, only one person will be walking off this boat, Isabella, and it isn't you."

"Kill them," Ortiz said. Isabella looked at Ortiz, and then back at Ria.

"Isabella," Ria said, "you know what Ortiz as the Aguila Roja is capable of. You know that he has no qualms with killing those close to him. How long did Ortiz know Rodrigo Tabernas, and he had you kill him without a second thought, didn't he?"

"I... I...," Isabella stammered.

"Damnit, Isabella!" Ortiz screamed. "Kill them."

"What happens to us after this," Isabella asked Ortiz. "Are you going to take me with you?"

Ortiz stood up. "Damnit Isabella, give me the gun if you aren't going to shoot," he said, striding towards her. 

Isabella turned to Ortiz, pointing the weapon at him. "We are a team, aren't we?" she asked, her voice breaking. "You won't abandon me, will you?"

"Dear God," Ortiz screamed. "Today was supposed to be the day when the first important steps to Gran Colombia came into being. The governments of Colombia and Venezuela were supposed to fall. I was supposed to come on this boat and be able to walk off, supposedly securing a political agreement with the generals of the rebellion to agree to a cease fire. The people would be so happy, they would gladly elect me leader. Now all that is gone to hell. All my dreams crushed for the foreseeable future. Instead of being consoled by you, instead you are asking me insane questions about our future? Let me clear it up for you. WE HAVE NO FUTURE! THE FUTURE FELL APART TODAY! Now just fucking shoot them," Ortiz said, pointed at Chambers and Ria.

Isabella lowered her weapon.

"Oh, for fucks sakes," Ortiz said. He lunged forward, grabbing at the rifle. Isabella staggered backwards, tripping over the bulkhead of the bridge door.

As Isabella fell backwards, the barrel of the rifle swung upwards. A shot rang out, echoing loudly off the metal walls of the bridge. Chambers and Ria covered their ears against the loud echo, wincing as the sound bounced off the solid walls.

The echoes died out. Ria and Chambers looked up. 

Ortiz was bent over, clutching his stomach. He was wheezing. Isabella, lying on the deck outside of the bridge, looked up in horror.

"Jorge," Isabella cried. He picked herself up off the floor, dropped the rifle and ran into the bridge to Ortiz's side.

Chambers darted out of the bridge and grabbed the rifle Isabella had dropped. He picked it up and pointed it towards Isabella and Ortiz, but neither appeared aware.

"Jorge, I'm so sorry," Isabella said, weeping and putting her arm around Ortiz.

Ortiz pulled away from her, stumbling towards a door on the other side of the cabin from Chambers. "Stay away from me," Ortiz said, spitting out his words through gritty teeth. "Stay away. You've spoiled everything, you stupid bitch."

Isabella stepped back, eyes wide. "Jorge, how can you say that?"

Ortiz turned his back on Isabella and lunged towards the door, staggering unsteadily on his feet. Blood seeped from his stomach, leaving a trail of dark blood on the floor of the bridge. Ortiz walked out the door, and turned back towards the bridge, leaning against the railing of the side of the freighter. "Stay back, leave me alone," he said, weakly. The colour had drained from his face, and the front of his shirt was drenched with dark red blood. A pool of dark blood collected by his feet.

Isabella ran forward. "No, Jorge," she cried. "Please let me help you."

"No," Ortiz cried, screaming yet his weak voice was barely above a whisper. "No, stay back."

Isabella kept coming forward. Ortiz turned and tried to run, but slipped on the pool of blood around his feet. He staggered and stumbled, falling face first to the deck, his feet flailing. As he fell, his left leg slid beneath the lowest rung of the ship's railing. Ortiz hit the ground as the ship lurched to its left. He slid to the edge of the ship, and started to tumble over. Ortiz grasped at the deck, trying to prevent himself from falling, but his weak hands were able to get purchase on the blood-soaked, slick deck. His body slid beneath the bottom rung of the railing, and out of sight.

Isabella, Ria and Chambers raced to the railing. Looking over, the looked down at the dark water of Lake Gatun. Bubbles rose to the surface where Ortiz had hit the water. They waited, but Ortiz didn't surface.

"He's gone," Isabella said quietly.

"I'm going to the radio room," Chambers said. "We'll call off the air strike and get search teams here." 

"Search teams," Ria said turning to Chambers. Isabella, stunned, wandered down the deck.

"Ortiz is the Aguila Roja," Chambers said. "If we can take him alive, that would be best," Chambers turned and ran back into the bridge.

Ria watched as Chambers disappeared into the bridge. Ria turned back towards Isabella. Isabella was walking slowly along the deck, mumbling to herself. "I thought he loved me, and in the end he wanted nothing to do with me. I thought he loved me," she said.

Twenty feet away, Ria tried to run forward to stop it, but Ria was too far away. Isabella climbed over the railing, and jumped the 50 feet to the water of Lake Gatun below.

* * 

A week and a half later, and Jarvis Cleethorpe flipped the TV on to the BBC World Service, just catching the tail end of a story on the disappearance of Jorge Ortiz. "With the search in Lake Gatun for Mr. Jorge Ortiz called off after nine days, the Colombian authorities will likely declare Mr. Ortiz dead within the next few days. This news has left the Colombian political situation in turmoil, as Mr. Ortiz was the only legitimate contender to General Santos dos Torres, the hard line right-winger who is now expected to easily romp to victory. General Santos dos Torres' militaristic stance against both left-wing neighbour Venezuela and the powerful United States is likely to increase tension in the area."

"In addition to disrupting the Colombian political situation, the disappearance of Mr. Ortiz proved to be the final nail in the coffin for the Pan American Racing League, where Mr. Ortiz was a key executive. The Pan-Am series has suffered a series of blows this year, including the death of top driver Carlos Sanz on the race track, and the deaths of team owners Luis and Rodrigo Tabernas and Dr. Hugh Patterson, as well as COO of key sponsor Cabo Blanco Tequila, Mr. Andre Fernandez. The racing league finished their race in Cartagena, Colombia, and was ready to head to the next race in New York City, but the fleet of planes ready to take the racers to New York have been grounded, and the league today announced its immediate suspension."

"Pan-Am CEO Walter Clark said that without an injection of cash within the next two days, the league would not be able to meet its financial obligations. A knight in shining armour to rescue the league seems unlikely at this point, as just after Mr. Clark's statement was released, the tax authorities of the USA, Chile, Mexico, Argentina and Canada released a joint statement saying that the league was under investigation for tax fraud. The statement from the tax authorities did not specifically mention what fraud, but confidential sources from inside the IRS have told the BBC that the racing league is believed to have been used to launder drug money and funnel money to illegal tax havens in the Caribbean and Europe."

Jarvis clicked off the TV, and turned towards the windows. The private villa he was in on a private island within the Pearl Islands chain off the coast of Panama had large, floor to ceiling windows looking out onto a small garden and down to a sandy beach. 

On the beach, Ria was sitting quietly on the sand, staring out at the sea. Chambers approached her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine," Ria said softly. She was playing with something, rolling it between her fingers.

"What have you got there," Chambers asked.

Ria held it up. It was a butterfly pin. "Carlos Sanz bought it for me in Panama," Ria said. "He used to call me butterfly all the time."

Chambers sat down beside Ria. "Do you miss him?" Chambers asked.

"Yes," Ria said. "He was a good person, and a good friend. We fought - at the end. I was bad to him just before he died. I..." Ria's voice broke and she stopped speaking, putting her head down.

Chambers put his arm around Ria. "Ria, you can't beat yourself up about that," Chambers said, kissing the top of Ria's head. "I am positive that Carlos has forgiven you. You're still his little butterfly."

Ria smiled. "Thanks Robert," she said. "I'm sure your right."

Chambers sat back and sighed. Ria turned and looked at him.

"What's wrong, Robert," Ria asked.

"Nothing," Chambers said. "It just makes me sad when I see you sad."

Ria leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be sad, Robert. Seeing you makes me happy," she said.

Chambers smiled. "You know, Carlos was really on to something. You are a butterfly. Born a caterpillar, and now becoming a whole new person."

"You mean because I was born a boy, but am now a woman?" Ria asked.

"That," Chambers said, "but also because you have become a hell of a spy these last few months."

Ria laughed.

Chambers stood up, and extended his hand. "Come on, now," he said. "Cleethorpe wants to review the latest information with us."

Ria and Chambers walked back to the villa. The entered the dining room to see everyone else already seated. Jarvis Cleethorpe was at the head of the table. Seated around the table were April & May, as well as Marisa and representatives from the Colombian, Panamanian and Venezuelan forces. Ria and Chambers took their seats.

Jarvis Cleethorpe stood up. "Thank you all for coming, and for the information provided by all of you. I believe that you have all reviewed the latest information packs, but just to summarise the latest information, I'll give a short recap."

"The Panama Canal suffered minor damage during the attacks, however the damage has been repaired and the canal is operating at full capacity again, though it will probably take another two weeks to get through the backlog of ships wanting to pass through. In Venezuela, 5 oil fields were damaged, though they are being repaired and full capacity of the fields should be available again within a month," Jarvis said.

Cleethorpe continued. "The commanders of the rebellious fractions have all surrendered or been defeated. As per the cease fire negotiated, they and their units have amnesty for their actions. The commanders have, however, been able to give us the names of the leaders of the rebellions within the governments and military elite of all three countries, and those people have been arrested, including General Paco de Vita of Venezuela who was the primary planner of the land forces."

Cleethrope frowned. "Unfortunately, with the death of Jorge Ortiz, also known as the Aguila Roja, and the death of the known members of the Aguila Roja's entourage, we don't have any additional information on the Aguila Roja's organisation. However, we believe that the organisation has been smashed. This is based upon the fact that associates of Dogzar Dragoma - also known as the "Dogstar" - have been setting up shop in Latin America and moving in aggressively to fill the gap in power."

"While we don't doubt the eye witness accounts of Agent's Chambers and Ortega," Cleethorpe said, nodding towards Ria and Chambers, "the evidence labelling Jorge Ortiz as the Aguila Roja is purely circumstantial. As per the requests of the Colombian government, we are not releasing any information or inference that would indicate that Ortiz was the Aguila Roja. With Ortiz dead, the Colombian elections look to go the way of General Santos dos Torres, who is promising to crack down hard on the drug infrastructure and criminal organisations. With the power gap now that the Aguila Roja is gone, it is hard to predict what will happen."

"With that, I believe we can close this investigation for now," Cleethorpe said, concluding his remarks. "I thank you all for your hard work on this, and hopefully we won't all be here again in a few months talking about how to dislodge the Dogstar from his dominant position."

The members of the meeting got up, and scattered to various parts of the villa. Jarvis Cleethorpe called Ria and Chambers to one side.

"Agent Chambers, special agent Ortega, once again nice work," Jarvis said. "Sorry about the slight with regards to naming Ortiz as the Aguila Roja. Know that there isn't any doubt in our mind, however the Colombians are sensitive about releasing the information."

"No offence taken," Chambers said.

Jarvis smiled and turned to Ria. "Ms. Ortega, as agreed, we have transferred the agreed fee into a bank account in your name." Cleethorpe reached into his satchel took out a brown envelope and handed it to Ria. "The details of the account are in that file. In addition, I have this for you." Jarvis reached into his satchel again, and pulled out a small dark blue booklet. He handed it to Ria.

Ria looked down at the booklet. On the cover was an image of an eagle, and the words, "Passport. United States of America." She flipped open the booklet and looked at the identification page, which listed her name and details. Ria smiled and looked up. "Thank you, Jarvis," she said.

Jarvis nodded. "I will leave you two," he said. Turning again to Ria, he said, "I believe that Agent Chambers has an offer for you."

Ria raised an eyebrown and looked at Chambers. He smiled. "Yes, let's talk about that in one of the bedrooms," he said.

Ria and Chambers walked towards the back of the house, and into one of the bedrooms. Chambers shut the door.

"So, Ria, now that you have your passport and money, what are you going to do?" Chambers asked.

Ria shrugged. "I'm not sure. Find a job, I suppose," she said.

"What if I made you an offer," Chambers asked. "An offer to keep working with the CIA?"

Ria tilted her head. "What kind of offer, Chambers?"

Chambers smiled. "You have really proven yourself, Ria. The ability to handle pressure. The ability to handle yourself and whatever danger comes your way. Plus, your knowledge of languages. They can all come in very handy."

"But what for," Ria asked. "The Aguila Roja is gone."

Chambers nodded. "True, but the Dogstar is rearing his head. You have a decent grasp of most of the Western European languages, correct?"

Ria nodded.

"How about a trip to Paris, Agent Ortega?" Chambers said.

Ria smiled. "Agent, eh?"

Chambers nodded.

Ria smiled. "So, would I be working alone?"

Chambers shook his head. "No, you'll have a partner," he said. "An agent Chambers. I hear he is the best looking agent in all of the CIA."

Ria leaned forward and kissed Chambers on the lips. "Oh, Robert..."

The lay on the bed, embracing each other. They kissed passionately. Ria pulled off Chambers' shirt. Chambers put his hands in the waistband of Ria's jeans, and pushed them down over her hips. He ran his hands over beautiful, smooth ass. Chambers felt Ria's cock growing hard against his leg.