Jill drew back, until the slippery head was almost out of her mouth. Slowly, she sucked it deep inside again, and when she let it slide out, she grasped the base with one of her hands so that she could control it better. She was determined to give Ernesto the best blow job she could. After all, he had satisfied her so beautifully. And she felt guilty, despite what Julio had told her about him.
He resumed his clitoral massage. Her lust-inflamed cunt moved forward and back, forward and back against his finger as she ground her pussy in tempo with her furious sucking mouth. She wanted his cum! She was hungry for it, thirsty for it. She wanted to milk him dry with her tongue and lips, to taste his fiery seminal sauce. And she wanted to cum, too. Her cunt wanted lt. Her clitoral nubbin wanted it. Oooohh, God it felt heavenly!
Garcia's moans and sighs were becoming more urgent. He thrust his free hand into her dark, abundant hair and grasped her scalp with his fingertips, forcing her into his loins. He was fucking up into her mouth with his cock, sending his slender hips forward to add more impetus to her mouth fucking.
Jill gyrated her hips feverishly, feeling the building heat of her beautiful, pink-seamed crack. She was going to… Ooooohhhh… she was cumming!
"Aaahhharaahh…" she moaned onto Garcia's cock as the tide of incomparable rapture washed over her body. She squirmed and shook throughout her wanton orgasm, her lust more incited than ever, and she sucked avidly on Garcia's cock, begging him with her body and her mouth to join her in ecstasy.
He did. His balls released their pent-up jism, sending the fiery fluid down the length of his engorged shaft and into the young artist's mouth, where it splashed against the back of her throat. He gripped the back of her head firmly, to make sure she took the full surge of his ricocheting cum. She sucked and swallowed it in quick gulps as her cheeks inflated and deflated from the pressure of his endlessly squirting orgasm, savoring the pungent, sperm-filled fluid as though it were a delicacy. She continued to suck Garcia's spent cock after he had released his hold on her head, until she had licked it clean.
When there was nothing more to lick, she crawled out from between his legs and scooted up the bed to where he lay with his eyes closed, one arm thrown across his forehead. She kissed him full on the mouth. Then she went into the bathroom to freshen up, praying that the handsome Colombian would fall asleep. She would have loved nothing better than to dream in his arms for the rest of the night. But she had a job to do. She splashed cold water on her face and shook her head to shake herself alert. She dawdled in the bathroom for several minutes. Then she cautiously opened the door and tiptoed out.
She crept over to the bed and looked down at the still form on the mattress. He lay just as she had left him. She called softly to him, "Ernesto… Ernesto…"; and he groaned in answer, then rolled over on his side. She waited, fearing to move. His breathing was deep and rhythmical. Yes, he was asleep!
Her heart was beating fast and her hands were trembling as she unfastened the gold chain from the belt loop and carefully pulled the key from his trouser pocket. She slipped out of the room noiselessly, still stark naked, and hurried to Julio's bedroom. She had to shake him to wake him up.
He used a small pen light to see by until they were in the bathroom. Then, with the door closed, he switched on a light. He took one quick glance at her nakedness, raised his eyebrows and gave her a quizzical look then held his hand out. She handed him the key. He took a hair brush from the medicine cabinet, lifting the bristles out. Jill's eyes widened as she saw the mechanism inside. Mounted against the metal backing was something that looked like a Zippo lighter without a top. It was filled with a kind of red paraffin. Below the device was a battery cell and a tiny switch. Julio dipped the key in a small bottle of white liquid on the basin. Then he turned on the switch and placed the key in the wax. He explained that the cell heated the wax sufficiently to take an impression. In a few seconds, he turned off the switch, waited a few seconds more, then gently pulled out the key, which he washed with hot, soapy water and carefully dried. The whole operation took less than sixty seconds!
"Get this back… and be careful," he told her. Then he kissed her lightly on the lips. "How was it?" he asked, his professional cool barely concealing his jealousy.
"Just a job, like any other job," she answer, trying to appear nonchalant.
"Con cuidado, senorita," he cautioned her. "That is what all the hookers say…"
She left him, her eyes blazing with anger and indignation. This would be the worst part – getting the key chain back on the belt loop and the key into the pocket without being discovered. She would get Julio later for his unkind insinuation. For now, survival was foremost in her mind, and she opened the door a crack to peer into the bedroom. The lamp was still on, and Ernesto's back was to her, as it had been when she left. She estimated that she had been gone about three minutes, possibly four.
It took that much time to get the damned chain back on the belt loop! She was hurriedly gathering up her clothes when she tripped on a shoe, and fell backwards onto the floor!
Garcia awoke with a start. He rolled over, blinked and looked down at her. She looked like a frightened waif with her clothes bundled between her legs.
"What are you doing there, Nina?" His look was more puzzled than suspicious.
Jill's heart was in her throat, and when she spoke, the words came out in a high-pitch squeak. "I… I thought you would sleep better if I went back to my room. Besides, there are people around and…"
He smiled sympathetically at her. "Of course, Nina. I understand. But I shall miss you. Very much."
"I'm going to miss you too, Ernesto. I really will…"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They flew back to Mexico City the next morning, dropping Garcia and Jack Dawson (who clutched the wrapped lithographs tightly under his arm) at the gallery. Julio drove to an old section of town. They walked for two blocks, hailed a taxi and rode for several blocks more, then walked another block, into a locksmith shop, where Julio handed the stooped keymaker a brass padlock, explaining in Spanish that he had lost the key. The old man's face was expressionless as he shuffled into the back of the shop. In about five minutes he returned, handing Julio the lock and a key. Julio thanked the man, paid him and they left, taking a different route back to the parked Mercedes.
In the limousine, he explained that the man was "with us…"
When they got back to the house, Julio went immediately to the study. Using the key the locksmith had given him, he opened the padlock, which was hollowed out. Inside was an exact duplicate of the key on Garcia's chain.
Julio quickly opened the drawer and read the paper which lay on top. His eyes widened. "Caramba!" he breathed. "We've got him!"
Taking what looked like a package of chewing gum out of his jacket pocket, Julio held the wrapper between his thumb and index finger, pulling out one of the "sticks". He produced a miniature camera, which he used to photograph the paper. It was a list of names and numbers – series numbers like those used on lithographs! There were also dates next to the numbers. This was a real bonus. Now Julio knew who the "clients" were and when they were to come for their dope. If all went well, they could nab all the big dealers in the Western Hemisphere!
Julio pulled out the second "stick" and placed it in front of the first one. He took another photograph. He handed the stick to her. "Here. Guard this with your life. If anything happens to me, take this to a man named Roy Harris at the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City. Tell him Senor Sombrero asked you to give it to him."