Carmen had had a meeting with one of her editors and was enjoying a bit of free time before she would have to start writing the article. José's workplace wasn't far and she considered paying him a visit.

That week José was working in the morning shift, so he would be about to finish. The  diner was already empty. José was doing some cleaning in the kitchen. The other workers already knew her so they let her walk freely. In fact, everything there was public, except, maybe, the pantry. José was there working on the inventory. She slapped his ass, hugged him from behind and nibbled his neck.

-Hey! What an honor!- He liked a lot that kind of greetings.

-I had some free time. How is going your day?

-Today we've had a couple more of “clients” than the usual, but nothing remarkable.

One of José's coworkers, a young and tall blonde, got in the pantry and put some water bottles next to the others. She talked to José about a couple of work issues and left.

-Is this Maika? She is pretty. Did you asked her for a date?

-I tried but she thinks that we are a couple. It doesn't help if you kiss me on the neck in public.

-Really? I'm going to fix that right now.- She approached Maika who was arranging some boxes. They talked for a few minutes and Carmen went back to the pantry.- Done. You can ask her again. I'm going home now, I have some work to do. Oh, and, I won't have dinner with you tonight, I have a date.

-A work meeting?

-No, with Maika.

-No...- José massaged his temples with his tumbs.- You can't be fucking serious...

-You are too slow, dude.- She smiled proudly.



Carmen's intention with the date was to prompt José to hurry up and ask Maika for a date, but her idea didn't work as the expected. She weared casual clothes, just some jeans and a shirt, but Maika was wearing a surprisingly short skirt and a tight top.

-Maybe I should have insisted on the idea of the restaurant.

Maika even had set some candles and flowers, which in other circumstances would be great, but not in that particular situation. She was funny, attentive, kind and even charming, and that was making Carmen feel worried, as she didn't want to disappoint her. Neither did she want to be cold and distant as that would be very unfair with her host. After dinner she tried to leave quickly using her work as an excuse, which wasn't entirely a lie.

-Where the fuck are you going, slut?- Maika said when Carmen was about to open the door and leave. For some reason Maika was looking at her cell phone.

-Excuse me?- That behavior clearly contradicted the rest of the night.

-You have been teasing me all night, you cheap whore. I think you need a lesson.- Maika was using a strange darker tone of voice.

-Errrr, what!? What the fuck? Are you nuts!? Ok, I'm leaving now.- She opened the door.

-No! No, please. I'm sorry. I've just... I've asked José for an advise this afternoon. You know, to please you. He has sent me some sentences to use with you. Look.

Maika showed Carmen the same exact sentences written on some of José's messages. That changed everything. Carmen clearly had José's permission to have some fun. Maika had been so nice, and she was cute, indeed. She closed the door.



The next morning Carmen was awakened by Maika's loud voice. She was arguing with someone by phone and the words “fuck you” were quite common. She embraced Maika from behind and kissed her neck a couple of times. Then she lifted the only garment she was wearing, and old tank top, and cupped her breasts. Maika was still talking with what seemed like a quite angry man. She took the phone.

-Listen! Are you deaf? The answer is “fuck you”!- She hung up.

-Sorry, he's my ex. He's...- Carmen slipped her right hand between Maika's legs and found her clit.- He barks a lot...- Carmen squeezed Maika's buttock with her left hand.- Now he's going to be angrier...- Carmen nibbled Maika's chin.- You are in a good mood this moning, it seems.- She moaned.

Carmen pushed Maika towards the wall, her right hand still rubbing her love button. Her middle finger found its way to Maika's inner world. The blonde moaned and opened her legs. Carmen cupped one of Maika's breasts with her left hand and sucked the other one, her tongue toying with the nipple. Maika grabbed Carmen's face, forced her to leave her breast, and guided her mouth to her own. They shared a deep and passionate kiss, tongues wrestling with dedication, while Carmen's middle finger kept exploring. The phone rang a couple of times more but the women were very distracted on that wall and then they got distracted again in the shower.



Maika's ex, Pietro, was some kind of low-level drug dealer and smuggler, with a certain tendency to overreact and to have violent outbursts, probably consequence of an unhealthy diet of pils and white powder. He called again that morning exhibiting a specially demanding tone. Apparently, he used to do it quite often. Carmen decided to pay him a visit and explain him one or two things. Maika insisted on how bad that idea was. She didn't know about Carmen's second life, though, she only knew about the journalist and art critic.

Pietro's door was old and fragile. The lock was so rusty that a good kick was enough to break it. He was at the other side of the living room sitting on the couch. He had a short tube on his hand ready to be used with a couple of lines of white powder he had set up on the table in front of him. He recovered from the shock, dropped the tube and tried to reach the gun resting on the table next to the cocaine and some bundles of cash.

Carmen moved quickly and with a kick she knocked over the table with the powder, the tube, the gun, the cash, and Pietro's ego. He tried to throw a punch but Carmen blocked it with her forearm and punched him on the nose with her other hand. It didn't broke but the hit left him so stunned that the rest of the fight was just for Carmen's amusement. She used her leg to push on one of his, making more difficult for him to keep balance. She threw a punch against his stomach and he bend over. She threw a pair of side hooks against his face. Then she hit on his testicles with her knee. He was already defenseless and barely on his feet. She took a step backwards, and making sure that he wasn't fighting, she pushed softly on his forehead and he fell on the couch.

-I'm Carmen, Maika's friend. You interrumpted as several times while we were fucking. Do you know what does that mean?

-What...?- His voice was barely audible.

-Means that you are not going to call never again.- She placed one of her feet, covered by a steel capped boot, on the couch next to his groin.- Never. Understood?

-I...- She punched his nose again.

-Understood!?- She kept her closed fist near his face as a literal blood omen.

-Yes!

-And this is mine.- She took the cash that had fell to the ground before.- A souvenir.- She heard some whimpering coming from one of the bedrooms. She thought she had heard them before but she wasn't totally sure.- Who is there?

She kicked the gun so he couldn't reach it and went to the bedroom. There were two young girls inside. They had nothing more than an old t-shirt and some old trousers. There was nothing more in the rooms that might belong to them. No suitcases or backpacks. Their faces were very similar, they musted be sisters, one of them a bit taller than the other. Each of them had a cuff on an ankle, whose chains linked them to the bed frame. They seemed scared and their cheeks showed that they had been crying a lot.

-Are you our buyer?- Asked the tall sister. Carmen got back to the living room, her anger boiling, where Pietro was on his hands and knees trying to reach the gun.

-Excuse me. I have some questions.- Carmen crushed his hand with her boot. He yelled when his fingers lost their natural configuration.- Who are those girls?

-They are mine.- He yelled again when Carmen pushed a bit more.

-Really? That's interesting. Tell me more.

He reluctantly answered to all of Carmen's questions. He intended to expand his business as the market of drugs was already too saturated. He had met a guy who met a guy who met someone else and he could contact a band of bikers, the “Sonofas”. They dealed with a bit of everything, including slaves. They were constantly moving around a rather big and inhospitable area, the desert of Al-Maraida, around one hundred kilometers south. Most of the slaves were illegal inmigrants so the cops didn't see that as an emergency. Besides, the desert was near the border so there were a few bureaucratic issues. The budget reductions after the fourth mortgage crisis didn't help either.



-And you gave those two sisters the money?- Asked José. Carmen had been telling him about the day's adventure.

-Yes, of course. They didn't have anything. Anything!

-Yes, yes, understood. But look... Your idea is incredibly stupid.

-I know it's stupid. I'm not stupid. Don't laugh!- José couldn't help himself laughing.- I'm just going to take a look. I will tell them that I want to buy something. I will take a look at the slave's situation and...

-And what?

-I don't fucking now! Shut up!

-Ok, ok! Jeeeez...

-So, this is the plan.- She placed three cheap cell phones on the table and pointed at one of them.- This one is for me. It has only a number in its memory. This number.- She pointed at the second phone.- This one is for you. I will call you every day and tell you what has happened. I've learned from my mistakes, ok?- She pointed at the third phone.- This one is also for you. If I don't call you in thirty six hours max, after the last one, you have to get rid of the second phone. Then you take the third phone and call her. It only has her number. You call her and tell her everything. Pietro, the sisters, the motel, this “Cerberus” dude I'm supposed to meet..., everything.

-Who is she, by the way?- José asked after a long pause looking at Carmen in silence, finally accepting the inevitable.

-Those two months I disappeared? I was living in her place. She's a..., friend..., of sorts.



Carmen was expecting a cheap and dirty motel in the middle of nowhere. It was cheap, indeed, and in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't dirty. An unorthodox source of income was probably helping. The whole hotel was just about ten bedrooms in two floors, a small restaurant, and a reception. At the other side of the road there was a gas station with a store and a small garage. Everything seemed to be managed by only a couple of workers, one of them probably the owner. She parked the bike, went to the reception desk and paid for a bedroom. She asked about Cerberus, which made the clerk tense.

-I don't know what are you talking about.- He answered.

-Yeah? Look, I want to buy some special stuff... You know..., the kind of stuff you cannot buy in a regular store. Can you help me contact with him, please?

-Please, miss, go to your bedroom. I'll make a few calls and see what I can do.

She understood that she woud have to wait for Cerberus in her bedroom, as the clerk had suggested, though he didn't specify how much. It was near midday and the long trip by bike under the hot sun had been quite unpleasant, so she went to the small restaurant and ordered something big and greasy, with a large amount of water. She carried only cash, a few hundreds. She hoped that would be enough or José would have to come to aid her. The store had a few books for sale, and she bought one, fearing a long wait. That was, perhaps, some kind of test, and intended to pass it. Besides, she was pretty sure that the guy would show up in the middle of the night.

The first day he didn't come. She though about asking the clerk again, she had been clear, and he surely had understood her. The book wasn't bad, after all, she could wait. The next too days were equally unproductive. José kept saying that she should forget about her needlessly dangerous plan and call the cops, but she was already there, the coin couldn't be un-flipped.

The third day, way past midnight, someone knocked at the door. Carmen was relieved, as something was finally happening, apparently, but she was also nervous, because the difficult part was about to start. She opened the door and she immediately regretted some of her life choices. The guy was very tall, around two meters. His leather vest allowed to see some wide muscular arms and chest, covered by thick black hairs. A patch with the word “Cerberus” was embroided on the left side of his vest. He got in without more ceremony and closed the door. Carmen let him as she wasn't sure that a physical discussion would end up well for her.

-Were you looking for me?- He asked roughly.

-Errrr, yes...- Carmen's humility wasn't totally fake, she was impressed.

-Strip!

-What!? That's not...- He turned around and opened the door mumbling something about bitches and lost time.- Ok! Ok..., please.- She took off the t-shirt she was using to sleep, which a long time ago belonged to José. He signaled her to take off also the panties, what she did reluctantly.

-Turn around and bend down.- She did as told, fearing for the worst, but still ready to show her claws in case he went to far.- Spread your buttocks.- He bent down and looked at the entrance she was showing. He stuck a finger, what made Carmen grind her teeth. Then he stuck a finger inside her vagina and rubbed it all around her inner walls. Carmen's humilliation and growing anger was mixed with a strange, surprising and unwelcome slight arousal.

-Anything interesting there?- She joked, as a means to try to calm her nerves.

-That backpack next to your bed is all your luggage?- He said just after he had ended his probbing.- Show me its content.- Inside the backpack there was only, a cell phone, spare clothes, a couple of bottles with water, the book, and the bike's keys.

-Are you looking for something in particular?

-Yes, a microphone.- He smiled.- My apologies ma'am. I had to take some precautions, that I hope you will understand.- His tone of voice was totally different, much more obliging.- Now, please, get dressed, we have to go. You have a bike, right? I'm using a chopper, you can follow me. But, first I have to take the phone. Again, just precaution.

-Is that necessary? I might need to use it tomorrow.

-I'm afraid it is, ma'am.

-Shit, in about twenty three hours José will make the call. I running against the clock.

Carmen dressed up quickly and put her belongings inside her backpack again. She following him downstairs. His chopper was quite big, too much for just a rider, even someone so big as Cerberus. Below the rear end of the seat there were a few unbuckled leather straps. Protuding vertically from the seat there was an inverted U shaped metal frame with a few more open straps. Carmen wondered what was that for.

They both parted. The night's cool wind was much more pleasant than the hot sun. The motel was next to an actual road. To find that place, wherever the hell they were going, they had to use barely paved secondary roads. She was doing her best to try to memorize whatever recognizable element she could find, as there were very few traffic signs. It was very likely that she would need to run away at some point, as she suspected that, whatever would she discover about the Sonofa's, wasn't going to be good.

After near an hour they reached their destination. She was picturing a band of rude, clumsy men drinking beer, spitting on the ground and fighting each other using chains and broken bottles. Instead there was just a RV with a carry-on trailer, next to an old well. They placed her bike on the trailer, secured it with ropes and covered it with a plastic awning.

-We will rest here for a few hours and then I will take you with the others. Please, ma'am, come.- Suddenly the door of the RV opened. A totally naked woman, except for a wide dog collar with some rings all around, got out, ran towards Cerverus and hugged him, kissing him on the lips. He stood still, and made a gesture with his head. She looked at Carmen, her facial expression evolving from joy to shame and then to fear. She fell to her knees, placing her ass over her heels, her hands over her thighs and lowering her gaze.

-My apologies, ma'am.- She was honestly ashamed and regretful. Carmen could see tattooed on her right hip the same symbol Cerverus had patched on the back of her vest, a salivating rottweiler. Carmen felt embarrased and angry. That woman was a slave, afraid of her because she hadn't kneeled fast enough.

-No need to apologize, dear.- It felt strange to call her “dear” when she was, at least, ten years older. Carmen took her hand and helped her stand up.- I wouldn't want to miss such a lovely sight.- She blushed but kept her head bowed.

-We have a spare bed. You can sleep as much as you want. I will take you with Pluto and the others tomorrow late afternoon. Now I'm leaving, I have some work to do. Selina here will service you and take care of all your needs.- He said and rode her chopper again leaving Carmen with the slave.

-”Service me and take care”? “Service”? That surely sounds as an euphemism.

-Don't you want to go inside? You are going to catch a cold.- Asked Carmen worried about the slave's nakedness.

-Thank you, ma'am. You are very nice.- Selina pulled on Carmen's hand and guided her inside.- May I service you?

-”Service” is an euphemism of...?

-The special treatment for our clients.- Selina couldn't undertand Carmen's doubts.

-More specifically...

-I understand that I am too old and disgusting,- She wasn't old and disgusting at all.- but I can service you well, please let me try.- She took off Carmen's jacket and left it on the spare bed in the middle of the RV. She kneeled with a surprisingly fluid movement and lowered Carmen's jeans and panties to her ankles.- Oh, no...

She got up and went to the small bathroom in front of the spare bed. She returned with a blade, scissors, a bowl, a small towell and a can with some kind of gel. She made Carmen sit down on the edge of the big bed at the end of the RV, which she guessed was Cerverus' bed. She removed Carmen's jeans and panties and made her spread her legs. Despite the blade and the scissors Carmen didn't feel the need to resist, confused as she was. Selina trimmed Carmen's bush with the scissors, the hair falling down in the bowl. Then she applied on her mound some gel and took off the rest of the hair with the blade. Seline collected all the items and took them to the bathroom again.

-Of course, a beauty treatment. Obviously.- When Selina came back Carmen realized that she was also shaved down there. She kneeled between Carmen's legs and kissed her smooth mound.-No, it wasn't a beauty treatment.

Selina had been speaking very quietly so Carmen hadn't noticed that she had a pair of  steel barbells on her tongue, one in the middle and the other one near the tip. The constant bumps of that tongue on her clit made her well aware of their presence. After some strockes of the tongue Selina kissed Carmen's labia a couple of times softly and lovingly. She seemed to be enjoying the “service” so Carmen didn't saw the need to stop her.

Once Carmen's love passage had been warmed up and profusely lubricated, Selina entered her with her tongue. The front barbell rubbed her g-spot while the other one kept bumping on her clit. Carmen had already lost control of her emotions and was gripping a handful of the sheet's cloth. Selina noticed her restlessness and guided her hands towards the back of her own head. She was indicating Carmen that she would keep going as long as the guest wanted.

The hardest part was yet to come. In addition to the strokes, the kisses and the probing, Selina went a step further. She started to suck on the clit, which, in combination with a stroke of the front barbell from time to time, made Carmen scream some impolite words. At last, the final touch, Selina nibbled the clit and Carmen reached the stars.

Carmen needed a few minutes to recover, which Selina used to go to the kitchen, just behind the driver's seat and fill a glass with water. The next step was quite clear on her mind. She took off her t-shirt and bra and put them with her trousers.

-Selina, can you come here, please?

-Of course, ma'am.- She kneeled in front of Carmen and gave her the water, which she gulped down.

-No, here.- She patted on the bed. Selina sat next to her obedient but surprised at the same time.- It's my turn.

-No, ma'am, that's not...,- Carmen spreaded Selina's legs and found the path to her inside world. As usual, everything started with a kiss.- necessary...



The mattress shook and awakened Carmen. The sun was on top, it musted be midday. She had fallen asleep on Selina's bed, though no one had complained. By her side Selina was bobbing her head over Cerberus' crotch, who was lying down on the same bed. His twerp smile confirmed her suspicions. Not knowing what to do Carmen stayed still and watched. He finished in Selina's mouth and she swallowed. Then they noticed that Carmen was awake. Cerberus pretended to be looking at some random cloud through the window, as there was nothing more to look at in the middle of the desert. Selina blushed and went to the kitchen area.

-I've slept on your bed, it seems.- Carmen broke the awkward silence.

-Oh, no, no problem. I've seen you naked twice, so we're even.- Cerberus said cheerfully. Carmen looked down and she saw her naked form. In other circumstances she would have covered herself with a sheet, but it would have been already pointless.

-So she is your slave.- She looked at Selina, who had started to cook something.

-Not exactly. It's complicated. Why? Do you want to buy her? You should meet the others first. Though, according to what she has told me about last night, she would be pretty happy with you.- He was joking, but Carmen thought she saw a threatening insinuation.

-Mmm... Not sure. Maybe I can just convince her to come with me.- She kept the joke, curious about where might it lead.- You know, for free.

-Really?- He laughed. Carmen accepted that there hadn't been any threat.- You think you can make her happier than this one?- He kneeled on the bed and showed Carmen his big, yet proporcional to his height, penis, moving it very close to her face.

-Oh, my...- She let her jaw drop pretending to be impressed. She grabbed the penis with her hand, which surprised him, stroked it a couple of times, and brought it closer to her open mouth implying that she wanted to suck it.- Yes, I do.- She let it fall, went to the kitchen, hugged Selina tightly and kissed her cheek.- Good morning, beauty. How can I help?