"Oh Julio," she cried, throwing her arms around his neck, "I don't want anything to happen to you. I love you!"
He looked at her strangely, wistfully. "Que lastima!" he said softly. "What a dirty business it is, avenging crime. In order to bring criminals to justice, we must become criminals ourselves at times."
He left her then. He had things to accomplish before he picked the two men up at the gallery to chauffeur them back to the house. Then he would drive to the ranchero to fetch the girls. She would not see him again until the "exhibit"…
The hour for the orgy arrived. Jill had let herself be drugged with cocaine, and she accepted any drink that was offered to her. Julio had promised her that when the raid came he would give her an injection of some powerful antidote that would clear her mind and rouse her from her drugged stupor. God, she prayed, don't let anything go wrong!
Her whole body felt numb from the coke she had snorted, and the alcohol had dulled her brain. Yet she felt horny as anything! She was introduced to the other "artists", and each of the girls kissed her on the mouth. They were all in various stages of druggedness and intoxication. Lovely girls with beautiful figures, and each costumed to represent a character from a famous painting. Jill detected several foreign accents. The air was thick with a mixture of hashish, incense and cigar smoke.
She saw Dawson feeling the ass of one willowy young blonde whose silky hair hung down over one eye. Valdez, her employer at La Jacaranda, was there, in close conversation with Ernesto and two other men, one of whom she recognized from the bullfights. And there were several others whom she had never seen before. All the men had an aura of wealth and importance about them. There was even one in uniform with stripes on his epaulets and badges on his chest who was introduced as "El Capitan". There were no women, other than the young females who would prostitute their bodies for the lusting guests.
Her self-portrait drew genuine compliments and enthusiastic response, even from the girls. She wondered sadly what would become of it once Don Ernesto was arrested.
Even her many sketches of Julio, and the portraits she had done in Acapulco were displayed around the room – a large mirrored ballroom in a separate wing of the house. (Even the ceiling was mirrored!) In the center of the room was an enormous circular platform (it must have been twelve feet in diameter) and flanking it, four curved, sectional sofas. The male guests sat on these as Ernesto announced each painting character and the girl appeared, parading around the stage like a beauty pageant contestant to the men's cheers.
Jill was the last to come on stage, taking her place in the center while the other girls did a kind of Busby Berkely ballet around her.
"It's time to strip, baby," Goya's Maya whispered to her. Under the influence of dope and alcohol, Jill's inhibitions were thoroughly repressed, and stripping seemed like the natural thing to do. Lautrec's La Goulue rolled down her black silk stockings. The Mona Lisa unfastened her dark dress and let it fall from her shoulders. Monet's Odalisque, a sloe-eyed Oriental girl, took the veil from her face and wriggled out of her sheer harem pants. Clothes were flying in the air like a line of wash in a high wind and there were female hands all over her, caressing her hardened nipples, stroking the dark curls of her pubic hair.
The forbidden act of a naked girl intimately touching another naked girl strangely excited the drugged young ingenue. Primitive Spanish folk music played loudly in the background. A battery of colored lights and psychedelic slides played grotesquely on the girl's beautiful naked bodies as they danced and kissed and fondled each other's bodies. They wrestled and rolled together on the stage, pressing their warmly pulsing cunts together tightly, stirring in Jill a forbidden excitement she couldn't deny… the gnawing ache, the yearning for sexual fulfillment, the hot feeling that craved a cock, a tongue, a finger. When the blonde girl tongued into her mouth passionately while thrusting a finger into Jill's heated pussy, a man cried, "Vamanos!" and leaped up on the platform. The others joined him, and soon there were naked male and female bodies locked in sexual maneuvers all over the place, with clothing of every sort flying off the platform.
Jill couldn't keep tabs on her conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was horrified at the things that were happening – especially the things that were happening to her. (La Goulue's bright red lipsticked mouth was fastened over one of her breasts, the girl's tongue licking avidly at the captive nipple.) On the other, the very pervertedness of the lewd contact stiffened her clitoris and created an almost unbearable sexual desire in her. Suddenly the Odalisque was spreading Jill's legs and sticking her tongue right into Jill's steaming pussy. The young artist nearly swooned. Ooooohhh! Oh God, what's wrong with me? What am I allowing? I can't let her do it… got to stop… but… nooooo, it feels sooooo wonderful! In her dazed state, she flashed on the prurient graffiti scratched on the restroom door: How about eating your cunt? The sensuous Oriental girl had her slender hands on Jill's asscheeks and was burrowing deeper into her cunt, her licking, sucking tongue painting crazy abstracts in the steaming, sensitized furrow. There was another girl at each of her breasts, their heads bobbing as they nursed on the taut flesh. Through the haze of lights and colored images, Jill saw Valdez and another Mexican advancing towards her, their cocks jutting out like spears. Hands grasped her waist from behind and pulled her down on her back, the other three girls still clinging to her and sucking her breasts and pussy. What was happening? Ohhhhh… ooohhh… she was cuuuuummmmming!
Jill let out a banshee cry as she creamed the Oriental girl's face with her pussy. Instantly, another mouth fastened on hers, then there was a scramble of bodies, and a different head was hovering between her legs. Then growing larger as it moved up her body, until she was staring into the face of the fat man, Valdez, who leered at her and gave her a sloppy French kiss.
Without warning, he shoved his cock into her open pussy and began to fuck her. Jill clenched her eyes shut against the whirling sensations shooting out of control through her loins and belly, fighting with all her might against the betrayal of her body to a nightmare of perverted lust. Soon, Valdez shot his hot cum into her pussy, but not before she had cum hotly again around the fat man's thickly jerking cock.
When the Mexican withdrew his spent organ, another girl – the Mona Lisa – fell on her body and licked the sticky cum out of her while she spread her legs over Jill's face and shoved her cunt onto Jill's mouth, forcing the young American to twist and move her lips in an effort to find a breathing space. She had never tasted a woman's pussy, and she was surprised to find the musky sweetness exciting to her. She began to lick the girl's cunt in earnest, sensuous hallucinations filling her confused mind.
There were bodies all around her – feet, arms, torsos, cocks and cunts, in various positions of sexual play. The Mona Lisa clamped her thighs tightly around Jill's head, almost suffocating her, and came, licking and sucking Jill to another cunnilingual orgasm before she was pulled off the young artist's body. Another pair of lips came down on Jill's face and tongued deeply into her mouth, getting the residue of the Mona Lisa's pussy juices.
She heard cries of "Chinga! Chinga la pinocha!" around her, then, "Mira-las nagas!" Hands turned her over and she was placed across Dawson's body as she felt another pair of men's hands groping at her asscheeks. Long, silky female hair brushed against them then, and she bucked as she felt a wet pointed tongue in her tight, puckered anus. Aaaahhh! Oh, nooooo!
At that moment, La Goulue's face appeared under her and the girl put her arms around Jill's neck and pulled her face down, kissing her wantonly. Dawson's beefy hand was playing with her breasts, cupping the tender mounds of flesh, squeezing them, tweaking the berry-red nipples. The ass tonguing stopped – to Jill's disappointment – and she felt another kind of stimulation there: the tip of a man's hardened cock! NOOOOO! She couldn't take that!