Cordonez plants on Nancy

The room was little more than a dirty, grimy hole, no more than ten feet in either direction. No windows, just four tiled walls and a mirror that looked like it was in heavy need of cleaning along with a single table with two old folding chairs. All this was illuminated by an old, fluorescent tube that gave off an uncomfortable, white light and made a permanent humming sound. Nancy spotted a surveillance camera in the upper corner, but it was obviously not working with cables hanging out. She wasn’t sure whether this was worrying or calming.

Cordonez followed her inside and she heard him lock the door before turning towards her with that smile of his. “Your name?” he asked.

“Nancy McKenna!” Nancy replied. She and Syd had discussed travelling under false names, but had decided against it. If Wesson had his men working at the airport he would likely have provided them with pictures of them anyway and neither Syd nor Nancy wanted to find out what would happen if they were caught using a fake passport in a country like this.

“Do you have a passport?”

Nancy pulled her documents from the side pocket of her hand bag where she had kept it at the ready and handed it to the man, who took a long, frustratingly thorough look at it before handing it back to her.

“Alright, Nancy!” he said, using her first name without hesitation, “Please put your luggage on the table and have a seat!”

She complied, feeling his eyes on her butt as she bent over to pick her little suitcase up and lifted it on the table, put her hand luggage down next to it, then stepped back and sat on one of the chairs, watching as Cordonez moved, that pervy smile never leaving his lips.

“You are here for holiday?” he asked as he went to work, unzipping her smaller bag and beginning to take out the contents: A book, a toothbrush, a bottle of water she had bought at the airport, a fun-sized pack of skittles, her phone, make-up…

“Yes, sir!” Nancy replied, the words, drilled into her during her time with the army, coming easily off her lips. She watched as he emptied her bag, then upended and shook it to get any other contents to fall out before setting it aside

“That’s good!” Cordonez nodded, “Lots of great nude beaches here! You’re gonna have fun!”

Nancy opened her mouth, but found she was speechless at the rude comment. After a second she decided that not saying anything was probably for the better in this situation and closed her mouth, shaking her head in disgusted disbelief. Hoping this would be over soon, she watched Cordonez move on to her suitcase. She wasn’t really worried as her luggage aligned with her story. She had packed like a tourist, relying on Syd’s contact for any equipment she would need.

Cordonez opened her suitcase and immediately Nancy cringed again as he went straight for her underwear. Picking up a small, black thong, he lifted it up and inspected it with unconcealed interest, before he turned to her and gave her a little wink that made her want to kick him in the balls. He continued like that, picking up her panties one pair at a time, inspecting and smiling while she had to sit there and take it, a fact that seemed to sweeten the situation for him even more.

Once he was through with her panties, having all of them laid out on the table in front of him, he moved on to her bras and Nancy couldn’t help but twist her face in disgust as the slimy man made sure to touch and fondle every square inch under the pretense of searching for hidden pockets. She breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally done, setting her bras aside her panties.

Then she paled when she watched Cordonez reach into his pocket and, not even attempting to keep her from seeing what he was doing, he pulled a small plastic bag filled with white powder out, tossing it on top of her folded clothes. He then picked it up, looking at it like he had never seen it before.

“What is this?!” he asked, giving her a glare. The creepy smile was gone.

“Y-you can’t be serious…” Nancy gasped, feeling panic rise in her chest as she gaped at the man. The panic only increased when she realized just how much she was at his mercy. The shameless planting of the small bag of **** just showed that he really had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t about what happened, it was about what he said what happened. Right here, right now, she was at his mercy.

Nancy sagged back in her chair, feeling nauseous as she grasped the reality of the situation. She was screwed, well and truly. Numbly, she watched as Cordonez opened the small bag, inserted a fingertip and licked the white powder off.

“Cocaina!” he said, giving her a dark glare before tossing the baggy aside. “You are in deep, deep trouble, Miss McKenna!”

“Who are you even putting this act up for?!” Nancy asked, stunned by the defeated feeling that spread out in her body. This entire situation was unreal! She rubbed her hand across her face. “What do you want?”