I'd determined there was no need for Miss Sofia to be wearing panties on this trip. There was, fortunately enough, a sheer ebony skirt in the wardrobe upstairs, which pretty much matched the blouse I'd chosen for her. It was an outfit the most discerning of females would wear. And being barefoot was in nowadays, so again, no questions asked.
Rafael adjusted the rearview mirror, making sure it would not reflect what was going on below the belts, as it were, and pulled out of the garage.
We drove down the coastal route to the executive docks of Atlantic Charter, with her head bobbing back and forth.
“Be patient, senorita,” I cooed. “Good things come to those who wait. Or, if I'm honest, good things just come to me.”
Her eyelids fluttered, as if she were batting her eyelashes at me. I knew that wasn't the case, she was so stoned she could barely walk from the bed to the elevator.
“Do you want to tell me who you are now?” I asked, twirling my finger within her hair. “Whoever you are, I want to compliment you on your ladyscaping. It's natural, without being too natural, you know what I mean? Do you keep it neat and tidy like this for your boyfriend? Hmm… do you have a boyfriend, Sofia?”
Even through her chemically induced stupor, she glared at me. Something behind those deep, brown eyes was alert. Hateful. And leave us not forget, something behind those eyes wanted me dead.
“Or do you have a girlfriend, maybe?” I continued, my thumb brushing oh-so-slowly just above her belly-button. “Maybe both? Do you do that? Swing both ways?”
She tried to raise her arm again, but the Rohypnol was doing its job. A little too well, really.
Sofia's frame was quite petite, and even though I'd given her the recommended dosage, it may have been too much for her metabolism, especially considering the fact that she’d had barely anything to eat. No matter. I had at least a few hours before the effects would wear off, and her fight would return. By that time, we'd be on the Insatiable, far out at sea.
Once she woke up, things would get really interesting.
“We're going to have so much fun, you and me. I've got this place in Nassau. That's in the Bahamas, if you don't know. And even though you've been very mean to me, Sofia,” I pulled my hand away, and pointed to the cut on my cheek, as though that was anything compared to the bullet she was trying to put through my brain. “I'm going to be very, very nice to you.”
Her head fell back on the seat, her eyes staring up at the sunroof. I looked at her for a moment and then back in front of me.
“You know what I'm thinking...? I'm thinking you like girls. Which is cool, I like them, too. What I want, though, is for you to show me how much you like them. You'll do that for me, right Sofia?” I leaned close to her ear, and whispered, “You won't have a choice, you know. That's what makes it so… titillating,” I chuckled. “That's one of my favorite words, Sofee. I'm sure that doesn't surprise you.” I put my arm around her shoulders, and stroked her long, dark hair. “We'll tie you up again, so they can play with you.”
She wasn't trying to shake her head, was she?
“Oh, don't worry. They'll be classy about it. They’re quite the professionals, really. I'm not just going to pluck a couple whores off the street, no no. These girls are clean. Beautiful. Expensive, too, so you better appreciate it. I think you will.”
I put my finger against her mouth, and touched her lips. They were so soft. Full, and plump. If she’d shown up to my office only as a maid – no gun in her reach – we might have had a very good time twirling around in my sheets, with her consent, of course. As things were, Sofia was the enemy. She tried to end my life and even though she failed and even though she was in the losing position right now, she was still adamant on fucking with my head.
Her gaze turned from the sunroof, to me. She stared at it and stared at it, not really seeing anything, I was sure.
“I'm going to watch those girls touch you, Sofia. I'm going to watch them do all kinds of things to you...” my lips were inches from hers. “Then, it'll be my turn. My turn with you. And you know what the best part is…I’m going to make you beg for it…beg for me.”
I kissed her, just barely, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. I could bite down, suffer her as I suffered when she clobbered me over the head with my own Waterford glass. It was tempting, but I didn't want to damage the goods.
“So. Much. Fun,” I hissed, drew back, and placed her hand upon my lap.
Chapter Ten
SOFIA
When Rebecca and I were in college, we did what every red blooded American student was supposed to do – we partied our asses off.
College days were allegedly the happiest time of our lives, and drinking, smoking, and sniffing your way into oblivion were unofficial requisites.
Rebecca excelled at this extracurricular activity, and while she was the more studious of us, definitely the more scholastically inclined, somehow she always had time for a forty eight hour kegger.
Not only could she drink me under the table, she could put away more than her fair share of fraternity boys. I tried to keep up with her, only to find myself waking up the next morning (or afternoon,
