Code Name Tequila Ch. 02

Ria had received a lot of them in her time, so she knew that everyone gives a slightly different blow job. They are almost like fingerprints. One person might use a lot of tongue, while another might use no tongue at all. Some people simply bob up and down on the shaft, while others spend lots of time working the balls with their tongues. Emma was a sloppy and slurpy sucker. As she worked Ria's shaft, her mouth was filled with spit, and soon it was coating Ria's dick and running down Emma's chin. Ria felt her balls start to get wet with Emma's warm spit. Ria was loving the feeling of having her cock enveloped in this warm liquid. She started thrusting her cock deeper into Emma's mouth, and soon the airplane toilet was filled with the sound of Emma's gurgling and gargling with her full mouth of cock and spit.

Ria was getting close to cumming, but Emma pulled herself off Ria's cock. "Oh god, stick that wet cock in my sopping pussy!" Emma cried. She pulled up her skirt and yanked off her panties, revealing a well-trimmed bush of light hair and a rosy-pink set of pussy lips. They were glistening in the lights of the airplane's fancy toilet, already coated with a thick layer of Emma's juice. The small airplane toilet soon filled up with the smell of Emma's wet pussy, a musty yet sweet smell that wasn't at all unpleasant to the nose.

Emma hoisted herself up on the vanity and braced her legs against opposite walls of the bathroom to open herself up. Ria proceeded towards Emma hesitantly, not sure what her first experience with a woman would bring. Emma grabbed Ria's shoulders and pulled her close. "Put it in me," she whispered lustfully in Ria's ear.

Ria put the tip of her cock against Emma's pussy. Almost instinctually, Emma's lips parted slightly, guiding the cock into her. Ria slipped into Emma's wet cunt. Ria had fucked some guys before, and found the sensation of slipping into a woman different. There was little resistance as her cock slide all the way into Emma, unlike the strong resistance offered at first by the anus. The wet pussy allowed Ria's cock to slide easily in and out, up and down and around and around. While Emma's lips and walls didn't grip as tight to Ria's cock as an asshole, somehow the slipperiness of the hole gave a sensation that was intoxicating.

Ria soon found herself fucking Emma furiously. Emma moaned with pleasure, her left hand rubbing her clit as she braced herself with her right. Ria leaned in and kissed Emma's lips. They parted slightly, and Ria let her tongue enter and explore Emma's mouth. Emma became completely passive, letting Ria set the pace and depth in both her pussy and her mouth. With thinking, Ria shoved her right hand up Emma's top and under her bra. Soon Ria was tweaking and twisting Emma's nipple as she continued to slide in and out of her. With her left hand, Ria reached down and grasped the right cheek of Emma's ass, and started squeezing and massaging it.

With each active move Ria made, Emma became more passive, letting herself be controlled by the beautiful shemale. Ria could feel that she was in control, and that despite the active and forward role that Emma have played in starting the experience, Ria would be the one who would control it from now on. Emma gave herself over to the Mexican beauty completely, and loved the experience.

Ria wrapped her right hand around Emma's back and pulled her close. By hugging her tight with her right arm and raising her by her bottom with her left hand, Ria lifted Emma off the vanity and into the air. Holding her aloft, partially with her arms and partially with her legs, Ria was able to get a better angle into Emma's pussy, pushing herself deeper into her. Emma closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, loving the feeling of the sexy Mexican transsexual's cock burying into her. The position also meant that Emma's clit was being rubbed and stimulated by Ria's body as she held Emma tight, giving her double waves of pleasure on each stroke.

Like her mouth, Emma's pussy was sloppy, sopping wet with liquid. Soon pussy juice was running down Ria's groin and legs, covering her balls and inner thighs with a glistening dew of slick fluid.

Emma started bouncing up and down, close to coming. Ria gripped tighter to Emma, straining to support the weight of the girl above her, but not wanting to put her down and lose the feeling of pulsing in and out of her cunt. Ria moved her right hand up Emma's back, still managing to support her weight. Ria grabbed Emma's hair, and pushed Emma's head towards Ria's face. Their open lips met and tongues clashed in the cavern formed by their two mouths.

Ria started to shudder uncontrollably, almost losing her grip on Emma. Emma's arms shot out, banging against the walls of the airplane bathroom to steady herself. Ria let out a long, loud roar, almost like the howl of a wolf, as she released herself into Emma's dripping pussy.

Emma pushed furiously against Ria's body, stimulating her clit while having Ria's cock push deep into her. Ria nearly collapsed from the strain, but managed to hold herself and Emma up as Emma quivered and shook with the force of the orgasm that gripped her. Her pussy, already soaking wet, started spurting white streams of ejaculate. Ria's legs became soaked, and the floor underneath the two lovers became drenched with Emma's cum. Emma howled with pleasure, banging on the sides of the toilet walls in ecstasy.

As Emma's body shook with the last few tremors of her orgasm, Ria found herself slipping on the soaking wet floor. Ria could no longer hold the weight of Emma above her, and she collapsed onto the floor, Emma coming tumbling down on top of her. They bounced on the wet floor, and were soon covered in the wet liquid from Emma's pussy that covered the floor.

There was no time to rest, though, for there was a loud knock on the door. "Is everything alright in there?" the flight attendant asked.

Emma and Ria stood up quickly and surveyed the scene. Emma's panties were lying on the floor, saturated with pussy juice. Ria was naked from the waist down, her jeans and panties lying crumbled in the far corner of the bathroom. The clothes they had on, Emma's skirt and tshirt, and Ria's tshirt, where half covered with the liquid from the floor. Ria made a move to grab her pants, but it was already too late.

"I'm coming in," said the flight attendant, unlocking the door. She opened the door and gasped, looking at the scene. Ria, bent over reaching for her pants, her flaccid cock and dark-skinned balls hanging in plain view between her legs, and Emma standing without panties and her skirt hiked up over her waist, dripping from her pussy. The flight attendant looked down at the wet floor and gasped again.

"I think you need to clean up a little in here," Emma said, pulling down her skirt and walking out of the bathroom, head held high. The flight attendant watched Emma leave, and then turned to Ria. Ria grabbed her jeans and quickly pulled them on.

"Sorry," Ria said sheepishly as she squeezed past the flight attendant.

Ria walked out into the main cabin, where Isabella and Mr. Fernandez, the COO of Cabo Blanco Tequila was standing. Mr. Fernandez was staring at Ria with a stern look. Ria thought back to his words early, that they needed to be "sophisticated and cultured" and be diplomatic. "Oh God," Ria thought. "I'm going to get fired before I even begin."

Mr. Fernandez crossed his arms over his chest and looked over at Isabella. "Well, I certainly hope that they can display that kind of passion and intensity when entertaining our VIP guests," he said. He looked over at the toilet and the mess that it was in. "Stewardess, make sure that gets cleaned up before we land in Bogotá. I don't want the passengers were are taking on there to think we run anything but a professional operation."

With that, Mr. Fernandez sat back down and pulled a mask over his eyes to get some more sleep. Isabella looked at Ria and raised an eyebrow, but then smiled what appeared for the first time to be a genuine smile. Isabella than took her seat again and shut her eyes. Emma was already lying down on the couch, her legs spread open to dry out her sodden pussy. The flight attendant looked at Ria and Emma with daggers in her eyes, but then went, grabbed a cloth and got down on her knees to clean up the floor of the bathroom.

Emma looked over at Ria and winked. "It's going to be a fun eight months," Emma said.

* * *

The plane landed in Bogotá, Colombia on a beautiful and sunny day. As Mr. Fernandez had requested, the floor of the toilet was sparkling clean, though the flight attendant had taken on a rather sour mood. No matter, though, because she and the pilots were relieved of duty in Bogota and a new flight crew joined.

The plane didn't spend long at El Nuevo Dorado International Airport, just long enough to pull into a hangar to refuel. While waiting for the plane to refuel, Isabella introduced Emma and Ria to the final two girls who would be the full-time, owners' box ambassadors for the Cabo Blanco Racing Team.

The first girl was Gabriela. She had just flown to Colombia from Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic, where she had lived. She was 5 foot 10 inches tall in flat shoes, and had a beautiful, lithe body. Slim with just the slightest hints of curves at her small but well formed breasts and at her slender waist. Her skin was dark mocha, the colour of smooth, strong coffee. She had a slender face with large brown eyes set apart, full lips and wide nose. Her hair was long and black with just the slightest hint of a wave. She had a beautiful body with an exotic face, the kind of girl you just can't help but looking at. The kind of girl where you find yourself not sure if she is good looking or not, but either way you find yourself drawn to her.

When Gabriela moved, it was with purpose and grace. She never seemed hurried in her movements, though she could stride quickly across the floor. She had an elegance in her movements that made Ria think that had things gone a bit differently for her, she might have wound up as a runway model. Ria couldn't help but feel that Gabriela might have known this as well, and because of it had an air of sadness about her. She was also aloof, not unfriendly, but not inviting. Emma and Ria greeted her in a professional manner, and Gabriela replied in a courteous but distance way.

The other girl was beautiful as well, but in a very different way. Marisa was from Venezuela, a country known for its beauty queens, though was hard to imagine Marisa working the beauty queen circuit. She was shorter than the other girls at 5 foot 4, but held herself in such a way that Ria immediately respected her strength. She was beautiful and shapely with a fine set of B-cup breasts and a touch of curve to her waist, but Ria could see that she body was toned and taut. She had the thin but powerful body of a gymnast or a long distance runner, and looking at her Ria had the feeling that she was ready to spring at any time.

While her body was might have been a tensile spring ready to go, her face was open and inviting. Marisa smiled warmly and there was a sparkle in her eyes that drew Ria and Emma into immediately liking her. Marisa's black hair was cut in a shoulder length bob that bounced joyfully when she walked.

As they reboarded the plane to leave for Cordoba, Emma and Marisa fell into easy conversation and ended up flopping on the couch and chatting. Gabriela took a seat in the front four seats of the plane, sitting with a stiff posture in her seat, mostly staring ahead into space. Ria grabbed one of the two chairs at the back, while Isabella and Mr. Fernandez took two seats facing each other at the front.

The new flight attendant brought round a Tequila Sunrises made with Cabo Blanco White Surf, one of Cabo Blanco's brands at the lower end of the market.

"Nothing better than a good sunrise to get the juices flowing," said Mr. Fernandez as he sipped on his drink.

Ria wasn't used to drinking so early in the morning, but then she figured if she was going to be working for a tequila company and racing team for the next year, she better get used to it, so she took a big sip of the drink. The white tequila mixed with the orange juice and grenadine made a sweet yet tart drink, not at all a bad way to start the day.

The flight attendant brought round a small breakfast of fruit and cereal, which Ria found herself wolfing down. She was still tired from the adventure with Emma in the airplane's toilet last night, and was craving the energy. After breakfast, she leaned her plush leather seat back and let herself drift off as the plane made it's way south to Argentina.

Ria dreamt of dripping pussies.

* * *

The plane landed at Pajas Blancas airport in Cordoba in the early afternoon. There was a Cadillac limousine waiting for Mr. Fernandez, who was whisked away to a hotel nearby. The girls and Isabella loaded into a van, which took them to a hotel about an hour away near the Cabo Blanco Racing Teams testing facilities.

"You have two hours to yourself now. In two hours, meet down here again. We will be driving to the Tabernas' ranch out near Mar Chiquita. It is about a two hour drive from here. There, we'll be having supper with Luis and Rodrigo Tabernas, as well as Mr. Fernandez and perhaps one or two of the drivers," Isabella instructed, and with that distributed out a set of room keys to each of the girls.

* *

Ria entered her hotel room. It was a nice, business hotel with a double bed, a coffee maker and even free internet access. Ria booted up her laptop and send a secure email to CIA headquarters letting them know she had arrived safely.

While online, she checked the file on Fernandez. Andre Fernandez was the 56 year old COO for Cabo Blanco Tequila, and was born in Guadalajara, Mexico. He had a middle class up bringing, but before going away to university fell into a bad crowd. He was linked briefly to the Society for Socialist Mexican Freedom (SSMF), a group of radical communists when in his 20s, a group whose main financing came from the smuggling and distribution of drugs from South America into the United States, as well as prostitution. In exchange, the terrorist organisation bought weapons.

Fernandez was never linked clearly to the leadership of the SSMF, but there were rumours that he was involved in helping them manage their finances. Fernandez suddenly left the organisation and returned to school and got a business degree. He has worked at some key Mexican organisations, mostly in technology and pharmaceuticals before making the surprising switch a few years ago to becoming the Chief Operating Officer of Cabo Blanco. Recently, he has been purchasing shares of global shipping companies, though it is unclear whether these are just investments or something more involved.

Official biographies of him skip over the time as a communist and recast his middle class upbringing as having come from poverty, thus explaining the comments that Isabella had made on the plane about being a poor boy.

Ria sat back and contemplated what she had read. The operation that the SSMF was doing 30 years ago, drugs for guns, was very similar to the Roja Aguila's MO now. Perhaps the MBA and management jobs were just cover, allowing Fernandez to work his way into polite society while obtaining technology and infrastructure for his drug business. Fernandez could be the Roja Aguila.

After reading the file, Ria looked at her watch. She still had an hour and a half until they needed to head out for the Tabernas' ranch. It would only take her half an hour to get ready for the evening, leaving her an hour to kill. She flipped on the TV, but nothing was on. She looked out the window of her hotel and saw the pool bathed in sun. "Hmm, a dip and a little sunbathing sounds good," she thought.

Ria changed into her swimsuit and headed down to the pool. She was wearing a reddish-brown string bikini, with ample triangles of fabric covering her breasts, groin and butt, but still leaving lots of skin exposed on her hips, shoulders and back. It was sexy without being slutty, perfect for a swim in a nice business class hotel's pool in Cordoba.

Ria took one of the blue towels provided by the hotel for the guests, and laid it out on the lounger chair. She looked around, there was only one other person at the pool right now, a young man swimming laps.

Ria lay back on the chair and shut her eyes, only to feel a shadow pass over her. She opened her eyes to see a tuxedoed waiter standing above her. "Can I get you something from the bar?" he asked.

"No thank you," Ria replied. The waiter nodded and walked away. Ria shut her eyes again and let the sun back on her beautiful olive skin. She listened to the soft sound of the wind in the trees, the birds singing in the sky, and the splash of the man swimming in the pool.

A few moments later, the splashing stopped and then Ria felt a shadow pass over her again. She opened her eyes to look up at the man standing above her. He was a latino man wearing a red bathing suit, five foot nine inches tall. He was in excellent shape, his six pack abs dewy with water from the pool and his well defined chest jutting out in front of him. He had a square jaw and deep, brown eyes, and his head was topped with a crop cut of short, dark hair.

He slowly ran a towel over his hair and looked at Ria. She looked back at him, saying nothing. Finally the man spoke.

"Hello, beautiful. What are you doing down here all alone? If I was your man, I would not leave your side," he said, finishing by flashing her a smile of bright white teeth.

"I am not beholden to any man," Ria replied, curtly. The man was certainly good looking, and in other circumstances, Ria might have pursued him. Right now, though, she needed to concentrate on the job at hand, infiltrating the Tabernas' organisation and identifying the Aguila Roja.

"Oh no, a strong woman like you, I would imagine that you would never be kept, but I imagine that even you feel the need, occasionally, for the touch of another," he man replied as he lay down on the lounge beside Ria, slowly running his right hand along his stomach and chest, circling his nipples with his fingers.

Ria stood up and grabbed her towel. "When I feel the need for the touch of another, I can always use one of the many machines they have for that," she said, and started to walk away. The man jumped up from his lounge and followed her.

"Miss, please, don't run." He caught up to grabbed her arm. Ria shivered at the touch, despite herself. Just having his hand upon her arm sent a warmth throughout her body. "We haven't been formally introduced. I am Carlos."

Ria broke free of his arm. "And I am leaving," she said, walking away. She didn't want to leave, but was determined not to lose focus on her mission. She could feel though, in her stomach and in her groin, a desire to turn around and let the man grab her again.

The man called after, "It is okay. I have a feeling we will meet again, butterfly."

Ria returned to her room, and peeled off her bikini bottoms. Already her cock was starting to grow. She threw herself on her bed, and took her penis in her hand. She ran her index finger along the top of the glans, feeling it wet with precum and sending a shiver down her spine.

In her mind, Ria thought of the man at the pool, Carlos. She pictured him naked in front of her, a large hard-on standing out in front of him. She imagined him laying down beside her, and kissing her neck, his hands exploring her body, running over her breasts and her stomach and down to her groin.

With her left hand, Ria grabbed her balls and started to massage them, occasionally giving them a quick tug, sending a jolt up her spine. Her right hand gripped her shaft, now fully erect, and started to slowly move up and down.