Detective Luis Sanguida is going incognito tonight.
What if he's recognized by some lowlife criminal he has confronted in the interrogation room? Luis thinks that a place like Club Eros is probably crawling with pimps, scam artists, and drug dealers. He feels a little more comfortable hidden behind wrap-around shades and a black, two-day-old stubble. That way he might blend in with the crowd.
He's surprised to see gorgeous women in sexy clothing accompanied by wealthy men arriving in expensive cars. It looks more like a society event than a sex club. The detective shows the Gold VIP pass which Contessa gave him at the police station, and is ushered inside by a half-naked escort who leads him to the bar.
"He's a Gold Pass," she tells the bartender, then smiles at Luis. "Everything is on the house."
Sanguida looks for Contessa, but there isn't anyone he recognizes in the glitzy room- just people who look like movie stars and millionaires, not criminals. People are all talking loudly at the same time, the excitement in their voices suggesting anticipation of some coming spectacle.
He finishes his first glass of champagne and is on another one when a gong sounds. A pair of gilded doors swing open. An attractive woman- braless in a sheer blouse- beckons the crowd inside, where another one dressed the same way leads them to plush seats arranged around three sides of a low stage. Luis' VIP pass gives him front row centre, right beside the low stage.
When everyone is assembled, the house lights go down, and a throbbing Brazilian beat booms through the powerful sound system. A beautiful mulatto dressed for Brazilian Carnival shimmies onstage and shakes her curvy body in time with the music. She wears a feathered mask, and a jeweled bikini, with some sort of filmy train reaching almost to her towering heels.
Luis knows it isn't Contessa and hopes he hasn't come on the wrong night.
Bit by bit, the energetic dancer doffs everything but her mask and shoes, leaving her totally exposed to her rapt audience. Her big breasts are capped by taut nipples pierced with shining metal loops of jewelry. She drops to her knees on the floor right in front of Luis.
Now the performer is moaning, pretending to be aroused. The excited audience is so distracted they hardly notice two men bringing a leather divan onstage. They position it just behind the kneeling dancer, and when her extended sexual tease is done, she uses it to come back up to her feet. The woman bows while the audience cheers her lewd performance, waiting for more of the heated action.
A second dancer suddenly appears and sways up beside the naked exhibitionist. She wears the same Carnival costume, with a mask and big heels. They hug, then kiss, before separating enough to dance to the sexy Latin rhythm pouring through the room.
Gradually the original dancer strips the second, until she too wears only a mask and shoes. Her body is magnificent, toned and tanned, with luscious breasts. Luis recognizes that it's Contessa, and her intensity tells him that she's probably on Ecstasy tonight- just like she said.
They French kiss some more as the music changes to a slower, more erotic beat. Contessa takes the mulatto's face in her hands and devours her lips. At the same time, the other woman caresses Contessa's chest with one hand, while exploring her sex with the other.
There's a roar of approval from the rapt audience as the two women shamelessly make hot lesbian love.
"Love her body!" one woman calls out, followed by others.
"Fuck her!" watchers urge. "Give it to her!"
So, the performers do just that. Before long, Contessa and her female partner are stretched out in a soixante-neuf position, lapping one another. They writhe on the divan, making sure that their cries of pleasure drown out the sensuous jazz which now provides the background for their unabashed public sex.
This is what all the beautiful people came to see tonight. Their private fantasies are being acted out in living colour only a few metres away. It's like sitting in on a porn movie in the making. No, this is more like directing a porn flick, because the performers are doing everything that the crowd calls for. Nothing is private here. Everything is on display.
The exhibitionists are acting out their own fantasies too, driving each other closer and closer to orgasm. Is it real or faked? They're so convincing that it's too hard to tell. Their chests heave as breath comes hard while their fingers work faster and deeper, probing every erotic spot.
Finally, after a long time feasting on succulent female flesh, both peak together, before slumping back to the divan.
Thunderous applause follows their bows as they exit the stage.
****
Contessa had spotted Detective Sanguida before the show, and asked one of the escorts to bring him to the changeroom as soon as her performance was finished.
There, she introduces him to her dance partner 'Electra' who, like her, wears only a robe- left open to cool off. Luis can feel the heat from their ripe bodies and stiffens with excitement.
"You enjoyed the show?" Electra comments, and he shakes his head enthusiastically.
"You'll like this even more, Luis. Come onto the sofa with us," Contessa orders.
"Let's get his clothes off first."
"Oh look... he's ready. Do you want to fuck us, Luis?... Good. Over there."
Sanguida is in a daze. Electra's hand strokes his engorged pole as she stands beside him while Contessa settles onto the sofa. Then Ms. Rosario pulls him down beside her, and thrusts her tongue between his unyielding lips. He mumbles his full co-operation.
Then Electra comes to her knees beside the sofa, where she continues to slowly pump his now-devoured rod. Her practiced oral skills bring Sanguida close to the edge very quickly. Worried that he might lose it and end the party too soon, he pushes her away.
"No more! Stop!"
She steps back and goes to her dressing table to take something out of the drawer. Alone with Contessa now, Luis slides between her spread legs missionary style. His rhythmic thrusts soon set her luscious body into motion.
Electra watches for a while, then says something to Contessa in Portuguese. She has a wicked idea and gets an agreeable nod from her friend. Luis' partner pushes him back, then scrambles onto all fours in front of him. He doesn't need to be told twice.
For the next half hour, the two sex pros bring Sanguida to the edge and back several times. The women's practiced performance could well have been acted out onstage! They use him until he hardly has the strength to continue. Finally, Contessa and Electra pump Luis hard, giving him the orgasm of a lifetime. It's almost an act of mercy on their part.
"Detective Luis," Contessa purrs as he rasps for breath. "Do I have to come to that dirty old police station anymore? Or could we talk here sometimes instead?"
"Yes!... Here. Right here," he babbles.
Contessa knows that she won't be going to jail with Sanguida on the case.
****
A couple of days later Jaguar and I are waiting for Contessa Rosario's second police interview to come on-screen. It's the follow-up which Detective Sanguida ordered her to appear for after he considered her first session about the death of lawyer Fernando Vila. Jag tells me that at her interview the detective asked for a ticket to her next Club Eros show, "for a friend."
Before things start, we talk about the fast-moving case of precious ancient treasures smuggled from Peru.
"I guess this whole thing is winding down now, eh Jag?" I comment to my old friend.
"Seems that way, though there are still so many unanswered questions."
"But at least the syndicate is finished. The three murders and the arrests. I saw on TV that Emile Urban, who was sourcing rare items at unsupervised digs, has been arrested. And the cops have taken in regional director Tereza Gonzalez for turning a blind eye to his excavations."
"Yes, Carlos, but what's bothering me are all the pieces at auction that didn't come from that region of Peru. Who was supplying that stuff? Inca, Chimu, Moche, Tiwanaku, all the other early civilizations. Most of the items pulled from that auction could not have come from Urban's dig in Nazca."
"What about that old couple in Cuzco? You bought cheap Inca pieces from them which GPS tracked to Portugal. And you saw better stuff in their back room...."