“I am not carrying...” the first words uttered.
“Smart, Mr. Escobar. New York has tough gun laws.”
Maria nods her approval, no weapons found.
“I’m on a little vacation. No business transacted. No weapon needed.”
“And what man would not like a little pleasure during his vacation.”
“Exactly,” Escobar proclaims drawing a stuffed envelope from his pocket. “And it gives me great pleasure to buy a nice girl some jewelry. I hate to see animals caged. So you can imagine my reaction to your intriguing photos,” the tone sardonic.
Ramona extends her hand. The envelope is drawn back from within her grasp.
“The girl?” Escobar politely insists.
“Caged, of course. And I think she’d enjoy having a visitor.”
Ramona arises to lead to the bedroom. Maria quietly slips away to the adjoining room where resides the control panel, monitors and a recorder for the many hidden cameras and microphones.
“Don’t mind Baldur,” Ramona forewarns. “He’ll not viciously attack and maim unless commanded... or someone makes an aggressive move.”
Escobar is taken aback by the size and apparent strength of the Elk Hound.
“This is Renee, my naughty little shopper.”
Escobar looks into the far end of the cage where the half naked Renee kneels in fear. Ramona looks into the face of Escobar as he assesses, his eyes gleaming, licking his lips as apparently the sight of prepubescent nakedness brings salivation.
“For the earrings, I will be thanked... for my gift?”
“I think Renee will be very grateful to be released from her cage at some point.”
Escobar hands over the envelope.
“I’ll want her naked.”
“Not part of the deal.”
“How will I be thanked?”
“I think Renee would like to know how a big strong man tastes... isn’t that right, Renee?”
A quaking Renee knows to nod. He/she also notices the look of overpowering lust. It frightens.
“I want her out of the cage.”
“No. The key seems to be lost for now. And I’ll not bother looking for it for a mere $10,000. It’s not worth my time.”
“So how shall she express her gratitude?”
Ramona lowers her hand and pushes open the feeding hatch. With its height conveniently at the level of Escobar’s zipper, no more words need to be exchanged. Escobar smiles wickedly and wriggles his finger... come hither. Ramona nods her approval to Renee then steps away as Escobar unzips. Though watching a man degrade himself, being fellated in such a tawdry and desperate manner
, may have amusing elements, the sight of the virile male appendage tends to sicken.
“Come here and thank Mr. Escobar, Renee. You’ll not have to return the diamond earrings after all. They are now yours to keep.”
Renee visually shudders but knows to crawl forth. ‘Obey,’ she tells herself... ‘enjoy the taste’.
“May I suck your penis, Sir,” the voice quaking with the six sordid words.