Waking with a sore head

I woke in an apartment. I have no idea where. There was a collection of latin folk around, mostly talking in Spanish. My hands were tied behind me and my head ached. I sat on a deep sofa and counted 3 youngish thugs in the 18-25 category. and 1 woman who was dressed garishly in the same age range. I would hazard a guess that she was a prostitute. An older woman perhaps in her late 30s was the only one who noticed my awakening, the rest being engaged in some heated dialogue in Spanish of which I caught about two words and even then I might have been imagining it.

After a few moments, the younger set noticed the more mature woman's gaze and quietened down, "So you are the young man who somehow got the Haitians to stop attacking us."

"Uh," I said, my consciousness becoming a little cleared, "Um, yes". I looked more closely at the individuals. The males were packing heat, or whatever the current term was. I clearly watched too much old TV. I could see pistols tucked into waistbands and in hip pockets.

"So why would they do that. I'm guessing you mean something to them. I can see you're not one of them. Maybe you're a dealer or a distributor". she mused.

"I just asked them nicely to stop shooting". I said lamely. I pulled at my bonds to test them, but it seemed to be plastic cable ties that dug painfully into my skin and showed no sign of slackening.

The girl watched me with loathing and disgust. She had an incredibly short white lycra skirt and pink fishnet tights. On top she had an outsize shiny puffa jacket on that would have kept her warm in temperatures far below the summer heatwave we seemed to be in. I couldn't help it I stared lustfully at those legs. I always liked fishnets.

"Tell the truth muthafucka"! said the smallest of the males, raising his pistol as if to crack me on the head with its handle. I hoped he was bluffing. My head was splitting already. I figured I must have knocked it when I fell.

"Please don't do that!" I recoiled away from his threatened blow in terror.

The little aggressor put his pistol back in his pocket.

I only just remembered my superpower in time. Relief flooded through me. Now I should use it properly.

"Please don't hurt me!" I said out loud to all of the group. "Please don't do anything that might get me hurt! Men, please go and wait quietly in the kitchen until I ask you to come out. Please don't disturb us".

The young woman watched incredulously as the men filed quietly into the kitchen. "Whaddafuck? - Jose,... Felipe! Where the fuck you goin?" she screamed at them but got no reply

Suddenly the older woman got up and made a dash for the door.

"Please Stop!" I shouted. She halted in her tracks.

"Please come back and sit down!"

Reluctantly, she returned to her seat without speaking.

"Whadafuck is going on here?" spouted the young girl before reverting to Spanish. No-one answered her.

I kept my eyes on the older woman and she watched me intently. I could see that she was considerably better dressed now that things were quieter. A well-tailored navy suit and impressively shiny pumps. She was not a typical thug. She was smart too.

"Please tell me your name?"

"I am Consuela Espinal", she replied calmly, sitting smoothing her skirt out over her knees.

"Da fuck Con? Whadyou tell him that for?"

"Oh for fuck sake", I said glancing at the animated young woman in the hooker gear. I was amazed she could walk in the enormously heeled clear sandals she wore. "Excuse me," I said to the older woman. "You!" I nodded at the young woman, "Do what I tell you PLEASE. You don't have to understand why you're doing it or like it. Now take that stupid jacket off, PLEASE!"

The younger latina started unzipping the jacket and laid it on the floor. Underneath, she only had a black bra on over a healthy C cup pair of tits. She looked open-mouthed at me.

"PLEASE take that bra off too!"

She looked aghast. "How?" then she unsnapped the bra clasp behind her back and dropped the bra to the floor on top of the jacket. "Hey, Wait. you can't". Her tits were really quite appealing. Her voice wasn't.

"Now, get my cock out and give me your best blowjob! PLEASE"

I shuffled my hips on the sofa to allow her to pull my pants and shorts down then she set to work, bobbing on my lap. Ordinarily I would have held onto her head to push my cock further into her mouth, but a) I didn't need to, her best blowjob involved Deep Throat apparently and I could feel her sliding so far down my pole that when she got to the bottom of it, she stuck her tongue out and licked my bollocks while my cock was in her throat! and b) my hands were still bound together behind me.

"Thank you", I said and turned my attention to the businesswoman sitting opposite me, content to allow the whore to suck my cock as we spoke.