Chapter 1
Cindy and Stephanie were best friends. Both taught at the same Middle School. Stephanie, being 32, was the younger of the two, while Cindy was 9 and still resembled a woman in the mid to late 20's. Cindy is easy on the eyes. She is 5′ 5″ blonde with 36C breasts, hypnotic green eyes, a perfectly shaped ass, and an above average pair of kissable legs. Her school day skirts and pumps highlighted her figure. Cindy's soft blonde hair was cut straight and fell to just above her curved shoulders.
Cindy's friend, Stephanie, is a little taller at 5′ 7″. Her brown hair is short with tints of blonde. It is cut above her ears but thicker on top, with attractive long bangs. The bangs hang down above her black framed glasses. The glasses and her large brown eyes give her that cute, virginal librarian look. Her breasts seem small in her work attire, but are actually a pert 32 or 33 Her ass is large for her frame, but very inviting. It fits well with her near perfect legs. Stephanie is very athletic, her legs and calves are muscular and lean. Her teacher skirts and high heels showcased these treasured limbs quite well.
The women giggled over an interoffice memo. There was an international teacher's conference coming up. It was to be held in Cancun no less, just a short drive from the beach.
"Five days it says", Cindy told her friend.
"You think our husbands would let us go," Stephanie asked.
"Who cares," Cindy replied, "we'll tell them that it's for work, we were chosen to represent our district and we have to go. He can watch your kids for five days can't he?"
"Well he won't like it, but I won't give him a choice," Stephanie laughed.
"Then pack your swimsuit Girlfriend, and I'll put in our names"
"I think I'll wear my sexy red bikini. My husband doesn't let me wear it much, says it makes him jealous," Stephanie stated.
Cindy laughed, "You go Girl. What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun."
Three weeks later the two were sitting in the hotel bar waiting on their cab. Since they had both arrived early there were no workshops to attend until the next day. Their cab was not scheduled to arrive for another hour, so they spent the time working up a buzz. Cindy had talked her friend into a few shots of tequila for starters, then they nursed a few margaritas.
"Since we're in Mexico," Cindy said.
Two Mexican men sat watching the girls from across the bar, listening intently to their conversation. They lustfully eyed the women up and down.
The blonde wore a black one piece suit with a halter tie, a white wrap around cover up, and flip-flops. Her friend was wearing a red bikini. It's top had long halter ties. The bikini bottom, from what they could tell, was skimpy, with sides of slim string tying together at the hips. It left little to the imagination, even beneath the almost see through pink pull over dress. The stretchy pink dress ended just above her knees. Below those erotically crossed legs she wore white flat sandals with several straps across the top of the foot. Their bags sat beneath the two bar stools.
The men's cocks stirred as they pictured unveiling the two packages. They spent a lot of time frequenting the beach areas. It was a prime place to pick up fresh American and European meat. Whenever they wearied of their prey the scraps could be tossed, for a modest fee, to the Cartels up north. The larger man, Carlos, whispered to his friend, then they slipped from the hotel.
The hotel had a long narrow road that meandered through a thick strand of manicured jungle. The two men walked down the road a ways and waited. They didn't have to wait too long, maybe 20 minutes or so. Through the trees came a blue and black taxi. One of the men stepped into the road and waved for it to stop. In Spanish the driver explained how he already had a fare. He was picking up two women for the beach.
"If you're still here I can get you when I get back. How's that?" he asked.
To his horror the driver found his answer in the cold barrel of a revolver.
"Not good enough Senor. Get out," the man ordered.
The taxi was still running as the driver exited the door. His captor motioned him to the edge of the jungle.
"Turn around," the man ordered.
With a vicious blow to the back of the head the driver collapsed into the foliage.
"You wait here, Carlos. I'll be back with our guests."
Cindy looked up from her half empty glass,
"Oh look, our cabs here."
The two women polished off their margaritas, grabbed their beach bags, and headed to the door. Their laughter carried through the lobby.
"Their already loopy", the faux driver smiled. "Makes this even easier."
The women pleasantly smiled at the short but stocky taxi driver with the dark mustache.
"You understand English?" Stephanie asked.
"Oh, yes Mame," he replied.
"Six dollars apiece to the beach?" she inquired.
"For you beautiful girls I'll take four," he replied with his best innocent local boy grin.
They giggled, handing the man eight dollars before he ushered them into the back. The taxi rumbled off down the road. Before exiting the main street the taxi stopped and picked up another passenger. This man wasn't going to the beach, but somewhere in between. He turned and tipped his cap to the women in the back.
For some reason his looks made the girls edgy, but they laughed it off to foreign country jitters.
The taxi drove for some time, causing the girls to become a little wary. The section of town they were driving through was cluttered with fallen down, almost abandoned, buildings.
"I'll be glad when we get through here," naive little Stephanie said, "This place is creeping me out. Guess it's a shortcut to the beach."
Cindy was worried. She tapped the driver on the shoulder.
"Hey, how long to the beach?" she asked.
About that time the taxi drove up to a run down building with boarded windows. A broken neon sign was perched atop a dilapidated overhand. The sign read "Playa Concha". A silhouette of a nude woman reclined under the latters.
Stephanie glanced up at the building, "Holy shit, that's an abandoned strip club Cindy."
Cindy didn't answer. She was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. The tips of the large rounds were clearly visible through the cylinder's holes.
"We are here," the driver answered.
Stephanie turned, her mouth opened in a pre-scream. The man with the gun spoke in perfect English, "Don't you dare do that, girlie" He cocked the hammer back to make his point.
The driver got out and opened the passenger side door. Stephanie could see another gun tucked into his waist.
"Out we go. We're going in that building, me first, then the two of you. No sudden moves, or my friend's gun goes off into someone's soft skin."
The women clutched each other in fear, slowly moving from the car to the large metal, barred doors. The other man snatched their things and followed after them, every so often thrusting the cold barrel into Cindy's ribs.
"Did you phone the others," the driver asked.
"Yea, while I waited in the trees," Carlos replied.
