door. He was probably wondering where Armando was. The guests were still arriving.
There was a knock on the door.
“¿Armando, estás ahí?”
“Armando, are you in there? Everyone is asking for you. Elloisa, is Armando in there?” he called through the door, and Armando made a groaning sound.
“Boss, are you all right!” Ramos called and Elloisa could hear the concern in the man’s voice. His hand was on the doorknob, and she heard it rattling. Think, Elloisa, think.
She giggled then moaned.
“Oh, Armando…please, baby…harder, más, más duro, así como así. Oh, yeah, oh…” she exclaimed as she tied the scarf around Armando’s mouth.
“Sorry, boss, I thought something was wrong. I’ll cover for you two,” Ramos said. She heard the piece of shit chuckle.
* * * *
Ramos walked back down the hallway thinking what a lucky man Armando was. Elloisa was a goddess, her body was pure perfection. He had always admired it and often fantasized about doing her, but his boss would kill him on the spot.
Elloisa was Armando’s prize possession. If another man even dared to look at her, he would be killed.
“Ramos. I am looking forward to meeting with Armando to discuss that issue in New York. Demacio wants to make some additions to the facility,” Miguel stated after he shook Ramos’s hand.
“Sí, Armando will discuss it with you when he comes down,” Ramos replied then glanced around him.
“Is the lovely Elloisa joining us this evening?”
“Por supuesto. Elloisa es su princesa.”
“His princess indeed. I need to get me one of those,” Miguel added and both men smiled.
The outdoor patio filled with guests, and everyone waited for Armando.
The Mexican music played, señoritas served beverages, and hired prostitutes entertained the men.
Tonight, there was to be a grand fiesta.
Ramos took in the sights around him. The fun and excitement filled the air. It was exactly the way Armando liked to throw a party.
“¿Dónde está Armando?”
Ramos smiled, remembering where they were.
“Él decidió tomar el postre antes de cenar esta noche.”
They raised their glasses and roared with envy as Ramos told them that Armando decided to have desert before dinner this evening.
* * * *
Avalar leaned over and whispered to his guard. “If I had a woman like that Elloisa, we would be in bed all the time.”
“Sí. She has become quite valuable to him. Perhaps something to keep in mind if things don’t go well in New York.”
Avalar squinted his eyes and thought for a moment.
“Good thinking. See what you can find out about her. I know she was born in the United States and that there was some controversy around her coming here, but Armando pulled it off.”
“I will, sir.”
Avalar glanced at his watch. What the hell time was Armando planning on arriving? This was kind of rude. He had things to discuss with Armando.
* * * *
Elloisa realized the only way out was down the side of the balcony. She couldn’t chance being seen without Armando by anyone. The guests were probably asking where they were, and Ramos would be back again. This was what she trained for. The long jogs, crunches, and intense workouts were not to please her captor, but were to prepare her as much as humanly possible for tonight.
She gently dropped her backpack and bag onto the ground. There was no one around and the guards were probably in the front by the gates and entrance. Too many big shots were expected tonight.
Elloisa slid down the side of the clay building. She landed half on her feet then fell to her backside. Relief filled her mind. Not yet, Elloisa. Far from it . She slowly and inconspicuously made her way to the wall.
There was one small spot between the corners of the courtyard where three large bushes sat. She happened upon it one afternoon and nearly blurted out a Hallelujah! Obviously, Armando and his guards had no idea the spot existed. If he knew, he would have closed it up immediately. Armando took