Divine Justice in Mexico

By Gabriel Flores Arredondo

DIVINE JUSTICE
Two kids from a prominent family, John and Ted, rape a Mexican babysitter who works for one of them. Michael who is John’s brother tries to stop them to no avail. The rapists threaten to have her deported if she presses charges, but she does it anyway.
The head of the family, John’s father sends his lawyer to fix her with money. She refuses. Next day they receive a visit from a man who claims he’s an advisor to the President of Mexico and informs them that the girl is the daughter of a powerful union leader who is planning a terrible revenge and suggests the only way to avoid it is to kill him first.
The lawyer is sent to México to verify the data provided by the visitor and when he finds the information is accurate he goes to Vegas to look for a hitman. Over there he meets the son of a mafia boss who sends him to Chicago to meet his father. The mafia boss has a hitman who happens to be vacationing in Cuba and the lawyer is sent there to fetch him.
The hitman goes to México City to estimate the risk involved but he exaggerates it in order to charge more. The mafia refuses the job.
The kids hear about the refusal and Michael tells them the only way out is to do the work themselves. Michael is a crack shot and offers to do the job with their help. The kids purchase a sniper rifle and …….

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jan 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483517469

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Mexico.

ONE

Michael Lawrence adjusted his scantily clad slim body over the richly padded reclining chair covered with a plush beach towel and felt totally relaxed for the first time in a long time.

This feels good...perfect weather is so rare in this town.

He opened his eyes languidly. Through his Ray Ban the sun was just a little white dot.

Little white dot...center of the universe...hearth of the galaxy...you are god...Ra for the Egyptians...a true god...a god that is felt...in some places more than in others...but felt...you provide light...you provide life...you provide warmth...yes a delicious warmth...you provide...He suddenly remember his mother problem...skin cancer!.

He bolted upright and reached for the sun-blocker bottle.

Fucking little white dot...are you god or devil?

John Lawrence Jr. pushed his athletic body out of the pool with one arm, stood for a few seconds under the sun, then sat in a chair between his brother Michael and his cousin Ted who was rolling cigarettes with thick tobacco from a plastic bag.

Ted lit one and offered it to John. Want to try this?.

John took the joint and gave it a deep drag and winced Jesus Ted, where do get this shit?.

Ted lit another one for him. School dealer...if I knew you were coming I would have tried to get something better...you want one Michael?.

No thanks...I use it only before a difficult final in school.

The three kids shared the same ethnic traits: blonde reddish hair and blue eyes. The resemblance between them was quite marked, especially in the eyes, eyebrows and nose. Ted, seventeen year old was the youngest; John was twenty one and Michael twenty. Curiously Ted looked more like John than Michael. Both shared a long and upraised nose that gave them a patrician look and the same muscular body you can get only by pumping iron. Michael had the body of a long distance runner.

John picked a can of Budwiser from a small ice-packed container at the side of his chair. Well Ted, we decided to check your new swimming pool.

Like it?.

Much better than the one you had behind your house...you can really swim here

"That’s the main reason we purchased this piece of land from the neighbor. I’ve been asking my father for years to build a bigger pool, but we couldn’t enlarge it, without takings pace from the tennis courts and the fucking Conrads didn’t want to sell...they finally agreed...at an outrageous price of course, but what the hell, now I can really practice my crawl...and I need to, because you know I have Olympic ambitions."

Really?...ambitions or perspectives?

Fifty nine seconds in a hundred meters.

Not bad Ted...but not enough for a medal.

I know...but with some practice I’m sure I can drop a few seconds...we are having a portable structure made to cover the pool so we can swim all year ‘round.

The swimming pool ten meters wide by twenty five meters long was built at the right side and a few meters away from of the house. It was surrounded by huge carefully selected shade trees. From there the plush house entrance flanked by four majestic columns was clearly in view.

While smoking their joints and discussing swimming training methods, they saw the main door open and Kate, Ted’s mother, come out with Ted’s kid brothers (aged five and seven respectively) and descend the white marble steps. Maria their Mexican baby sitter came behind them. Harvey, the old black chauffer appeared from the gravel road on the left side of the house with a shining black limo and stopped on the entrance.

Oh Maria. John hissed. every time I look at her I get a hard on...have you fucked her yet Ted?

No. Ted confessed. I’ve been trying, but no luck...I even purchased a necklace for her, but she rejected it.

Michael laughed. Knowing how cheap you are cousin, I gather you bought her a ninety cents bauble from the five and ten.

It actually cost me twenty two dollars...isn’t that enough for a wetback?

Obviously not for this one. John said. Even Indians recognize baubles nowadays...and anyway, I suspect you cannot buy this one even with the real thing.

That’s true,. Michael confirmed. Maria is not a peasant...you can tell she’s educated, and well, Mexican girls are prudish...it’s another culture.

That’s bullshit Michael. John replied. It’s a myth confirmed by Kevin and Roy.

Kevin was the son of Greg Montgomery, a former partner of John Lawrence Sr. and Roy an adoptive son. Both were in their early twenties. Kevin was the classic nerd. Short and stocky, while Kevin looked like a matinee idol: tall, athletic and blonde.

What exactly was confirmed by Kevin and Roy? Michael asked.

That the virtue of the Mexican girls is a fucking myth. Look Michael, Roy has always had enough pussy thrown his way here, and Kevin has not been that lucky, but has been able to get some once in a while. Now, they went to Mexico for a year in one of these student interchange deals. Both expected to find pussy harder to get over there, and that proved true for poor Kevin. Nothing. Zero. However, the opposite proved true for Roy. He got more than here. In baseball terms: if he was batting for seven hundred here, he reached a thousand over there. He just fucked every girl he wanted.

Michael smiled. Well John, that happens everywhere...

"According to Kevin, in Mexico this sort of discrimination is more marked. Mexican girls are hypocrites. They play the virgin role until they found an appropriate husband, but they don’t miss a chance to get a roll in the hay with a good looking hunk. Kevin returned real pissed off and with this theory: The virtue of the Mexican girls is inversely proportional to the physical charm of their suitors. A nerd finds plenty of virtue. A handsome stud finds none.

Ted laughed. That’s a good one.

Michael agreed. Yeah...but I insist it could be applied worldwide and it might be a little exaggerated:

They watched Kate parting in the limo with the kids and Maria making the classic goodbye gesture from the bottom step.

Is she staying here alone Ted? John asked.

Seems so

Call her Ted...tell her to come...fast... before she enters the house. John urged.

Ted got up and followed John instructions. Maria.

The girl was climbing the steps but turned. Ted was signaling her to approach.

She descended the stairs and walked to the pool. The pool in the side of the house was flanked by well manicured shrubs about three feet high. Maria walked around the hedge and entered the brick area around the pool. The kids were sitting in the opposite side of the pool. Maria stopped for a moment but Ted continued signaling her to approach them. She walked around the pool and stopped a few feet from them with her arms behind her back.

John and Ted were grinning. Michael looked worried.

What can I do four you? She asked evenly.

John gave her a thorough once over. She looked charming in her checkered miniskirt and white cotton blouse. Her honey colored well shaped legs were in sight up to fifteen inches above the knee and her hard breasts pushed temptingly against the cotton fabric. Her face was oval shaped, her lips red and full and her big black eyes were apart a little more than standard, which combined with her silky black long hair gave her a doll look. She wore no makeup.

What can you do for me?...well you can start sucking my cock. How are you Maria?. He asked finally.

How can you possibly care?. I’m fine Mr. Lawrence, thank you for your concern.

John laughed. For god’s sake Maria, don’t be so stiff...relax...and call me John. You can do that, can’t you?

Sure... John... if you insist. You’re not my employer anyway. She glanced at the group, smiled briefly and asked again. What can I do for you gentlemen?

Well Maria, the day is so hot...we felt like inviting you to swim with us.

Maria was surprised by the invitation and looked at Ted for a confirmation.

Ted was also surprised. Of course John didn’t have any right to do it and he didn’t know what his parents would think about it, but his cousin was a highly regarded member of the Lawrence clan and that would keep his ass free of any possible trouble. It was John who invited her.

That’s right Maria, he confirmed. We would like to have the pleasure of your company.

Very tempting...with this heat, but I don’t like the way they’re looking at me, especially that prick John. I appreciate your invitation, but I don’t think is proper. She said in perfect English with a bit of Latin-American accent.

What’s so improper about it? John asked with an expression of faked innocence.

Because I’m just hired help Mr. Lawrence. And because of that degenerate look you have.

Please Maria don’t call me Mr. Lawrence...call me John, and we’re not in Victorian England, the fact that you work here doesn’t matter. We live in a democracy...isn’t that right Ted?

That’s absolutely right. Ted confirmed. And if John approves it, who the hell I am to contradict him. Suddenly he remembered something. You bathe with the kids here, don’t you?

Yes I have been with them several times, but that’s part of my job...I have to watch over them wherever they are. Especially in the pool...they know how to swim but they may get a cramp or something.

Well Maria, if you want to look at it that way we could get a cramp too and it would be very helpful to us to have you as our lifesaver....as well as the pleasure of your company.

John said with a wide charming smile.

I don’t think you need a lifesaver...considering Ted is almost an Olympic swimming champion. She said.

Oh Maria, now you’re making fun of me. Ted said

No, I’m not...I heard your father say that...anything else I can do for you?

Of course you can girls...you can have sex with us for starters So you’re rejecting our invitation? John asked

I’m afraid I have too...I don’t want to be reprimanded for it...but thanks anyway: She smiled politely and left feeling their stares on her body.

John sighed. Fucking Maria...she’s playing hard to get.

I’ll get her Michael...one way or the other.

What do you mean?

John turned to Ted. Is he alone in the house right now?

Hendricks is there. Ted said referring to the old butler. Why?

Where would you say they are right now?

Ted grasped the meaning of the question. Hendricks must be in the dining room right now...he always sits there and pretends to clean the silver when he has nothing else to do and Maria must be on her bedroom right now...second floor at the back of the house...to far from Hendricks.

Shall we show her a good time?

What do you mean we? Ted asked. All of us?

Why not?... if Michael wants to join us.

Michael couldn’t belive what he was hearing. Are you talking about rape?

Yes. Ted said matter-of-factly. A gang bang.

You’re not serious. He looked at John. Are you?

Yes I’m serious Michael. I don’t know about you but I feel like fucking her. Ted feels like fucking her. We’re good looking hunks. Maria is Mexican. Mexican girls like to be fucked by good looking hunks. Why not do it?

Michael shuddered. Jesus, is he serious? Well John, your logic stinks. First of all we’re talking about rape. You have to be a real son of a bitch to even think about it. Now, you are a son of a bitch, but this is a new low. Second, no woman can find pleasure in being raped...even if the rapist is her prince charming, not to mention more than one prince. Third, rape is a crime. A serious crime, you can get twenty years in the can for it.

John laughed. C’mon Michael, you’re being melodramatic. Rape has been a natural form of sex since the beginning of mankind. It’s the warrior’s way. If you do it right, you are just forcing things a bit and the woman will enjoy it, even if she won’t admit it. Now, Maria is just a wetback, perhaps she would feel a little humiliated, but she won’t dare to press charges.

Have you raped anyone?

No Michael I haven’t, and I feel I’m missing something...that French actor, what’s his name?...Daperdieu or something, you know, the only one they have right now...he said that rape is one of the great pleasures in life...he confessed he did it often when he was young.

He means it. My fucking brother is out of his mind. Is that all she is to you, a piece of meat?

John laughed again. Well, that sounds a little harsh...but what else?...do you think I was planning to marry her?...were you Ted?

Ted massaged his cock over his bathing suit. No...never crossed my mind...I just want to fuck her. It never crossed my mind to rape her either, but I cousin John goes for it...and just thinking about it gives me a hard on.

Bastards.

They’ll do it...unless I can prevent it.

But how?

How can I reason with those half-drunk horny creeps?

Okay, let’s consider the situation. You’re horny and she’s just a piece of meat. For Christ’s sake John, how much is she worth as a piece of meat? Two hundred?... Three hundred dollars?...you can get plenty of meat in this town for that amount without having to commit a crime.

John laughed. A crime?...well, we’re living a puritanical society where most forms of pleasure are crimes Michael. Giving Ted a beer is a crime. Driving with a little alcohol content in your blood is a crime. Screwing a minor is a crime. Betting is a crime. Smoking pot is a crime...now even regular cigarettes are banned in most places. We can’t live without breaking the rules. You mention prostitutes. Well, that’s a crime too. There was a time when only prostitutes were arrested, now their clients are arrested too.

That’s wouldn’t be a crime John...just a misdemeanor.

"Well, you’re the lawyer Michael...but I still would be risking jail...not to mention a risk o getting AIDS or some other venereal disease...and it wouldn’t be the same. Yes, Maria is a piece of meat, but a special piece of meat...a prime cut...a bocatto di cardinale, and here we’re risking nothing...or practically nothing. Maria is not the kind of girl who fucks around much. She might even be a virgin...and as I said, she won’t dare to press charges."

Fucking John, he has a criminal mind. How about morals John? ...don’t you care wrecking a girl’ life for a few seconds of pleasure? What kind of a son of a bitch are you?

John laughed again and patted Michael’s shoulder. Wrecking her life? C’mon Michael, we’re not even going to hurt her. We’ll do it gently and we’re not one of those super studs hung like horses. Are we Ted?

Not me John, my cock is the standard six-incher.

Well, mine is a couple of inhes bigger. John said with a boastful gesture. I hear that’s still within the recommended limits for a virgin...supposing she’s one.

And I suppose you heard that the ideal way for a girl to loose her virginity is with a gang bang.

Well, not, but it’s not a big deal...I bet she won’t even quit her job...and maybe she will like it...don’t you think so Ted?

Yeah, she might like it...and ask for more.

You’re crazy...only a delusive moron would think is even possible.

Are you saying is not even possible Michael?

Yes John, well, she would have to a nymphomaniac and a masochist, because the humiliation would far outweigh any possible pleasure.

You’re exaggerating Michael, I wouldn’t mind being raped by two beautiful girls...would you Ted?

No I wouldn’t...and right now I would love it.

Bastards...both o them. You know it’s not the same John,

Yes Michael, I know it’s not the same...the difference is few women would admit they like it...shall we do it Ted?

Let’s do it...but what’s the plan?

Does she lock herself on her room?

No...well, I don’t think so, why would she?

Okay, this the plan: we enter without knocking, we tell her we’re going to rape her...no, not rape her, we telll her we’re going to make love to her...you grab her arms and pin her on the bed face up, I remove her panties and fuck her, then we switch places...how does that sound?

Fine with me...you’re the strategist anyway.

John got up. Well, let’s do it.

Ted got up and looked at Michael. Want to join us?

Michael got up and grabbed Ted by an arm. John is not jocking...he means to do it.

I know.

You’re going to let him do it?...in your house?

Ted disengaged himself from Michael’s grip. John says is no big deal...and I trust his judgment cousin.

And why shouldn’t I trust him.

He’s the jewel of the family.

A future president of the United States.

If something goes wrong it will be his fault.

It is a big deal...it’s a crime. You’re committing a double crime John...one against Maria and one against Ted...remember he’s a minor.

John stopped for a moment. Relax brother. Ted is a very mature minor and just a few months away from being an adult...he knows what’s he doing and this is a harmless prank.

Harmless prank?...look John."

Save it Michael...we’re doing it.

They walked on a tiles strip on one side o the house. Michael followed them still looking for a way to stop them. At the end of the house they turned. Ted pointed to a staircase. They ascended the stairs Michael still following. On the second floor Ted pointed to a wooden door.

John stepped in front of the door turned the doorknob, pushed the door open and entered the room.

TWO

Maria was fully dressed reclining on the bed headboard reading a paperback. She lowered the arm which held the book and gasped by the surprise. Her miniskirt allowed an ample view of her well shaped long legs and the youngsters got a flash of her white cotton panties before she could crouch and sit on her legs.

Maria...long time no see. John said merrily sitting beside her. What are you reading?. Maria still mute by the unexpected visitors handed John her book. Ted sat on the opposite edge of the bed and Michael remained standing silently with a worried look.

"Oh...Rage of Angels...I like Sheldon and this is probably the best one he has written so far." John threw the book away and placed his hand on her knee.

Maria moved her legs away from his hand. Her beautiful green eyes reflected her fear while she looked at the three youngsters trying to read their intensions. I’m in deep shit...this is not a social visit.

John made his intensions very clear with a wide smile. We all love you very much Maria...so much we cannot resist the impulse to make love to you...this impulse is stronger than we are...so we are going to fuck you...softly and nicely if you cooperate...or roughly and savagely if you resist.

I knew it...fucking pot smoking rapist...and