Chapter Golf #2
“The trajectory of that camera is right on the bed,” Yvette said, pointing at the screen. “What do you think? Does our target want a photographic reminder of his encounter with these two, or is someone setting him up by making a sex tape without his knowledge?”
“I can’t imagine a blackmail tape like this would do anything to intimidate him,” Mac said.
“From what I’ve found out about him; he’s a total sleazebag.
He’s not married or in a relationship, which wouldn’t matter to him if he was as he basically fucks anything with a hole,” he paused and upon seeing Yvette’s disapproving scowl, he apologized.
“Sorry. He’s also known to rape the victims of his human trafficking operation, and he likes kids.
No, there’s something else going on here. ”
“Lambchop, have the target’s dinner companions shown up yet?” Yvette broadcast.
“Negative. He and the muscle are sitting and waiting for the companions.”
Laura Lee took a small drink of the red blend the waiter had just brought them as her gaze shifted to Ruiz and the muscle.
Lambchop had ordered them each a glass as he felt not having one at an Italian restaurant might look suspicious to the target.
Then her eyes momentarily fluttered to take in Cooper and Madison, seated just past Ruiz.
They were close enough that if anything was spoken at a normal volume, they’d hear.
Unfortunately, there was no direct sightline from their room to the restaurant, so Mother would not be able to pick anything up on the super mic if anything was said in lower voices.
Five minutes later, the host brought Ruiz’s dinner companions over, a Hispanic man in his mid to late forties and a much younger woman, who appeared to be in her late twenties.
She had long blonde hair, bright green eyes, and golden tan skin over her slender body held up by long, shapely legs.
The man was not the same who had visited Ruiz at his cabana earlier that day, though he did have an air of wealth and authority about him.
“I do not like the look of this,” Lambchop broadcast in a whisper. “Hold your glass up, darling. I want to get a picture of you,” he said in a normal voice as he brought his phone in front of himself.
Laura Lee lifted her glass into the air and smiled, knowing Lambchop’s request was a ruse.
Lambchop pretended to take the picture but snapped it of the couple who were seated with Ruiz.
He took several and then texted them to the team, knowing Yvette would get them run through every database to try to identify the pair.
Ruiz and his companions had a pleasant dinner with nothing discussed that Cooper and Madison could overhear that was damning.
Lambchop and Laura Lee finished their meal and went back over to the bar they’d been at so they could observe Ruiz from there.
Unfortunately, the over-friendly New York couple from the bus saw them and joined them without being invited.
Before Ruiz and his companions left the restaurant, Yvette already had an ID on the man. “This just got a whole lot more interesting,” she broadcast. “The man eating with the target is Raphael Arias Moreno, a high-ranking member of the Colombian government.”
“And refresh our memories please, Control, isn’t Colombia a member of Interpol?” Briana Woods transmitted.
“Yes, they are,” Mac answered for Yvette. “This explains a lot.”
Yvette muted her comms. “Don’t jump to conclusions, Mac.”
He frowned and shook his head, muting his as well. “A high-ranking member of the Colombian government is having a nice dinner with Ruiz, who is on the Red List. What conclusion should I come to?”
Garcia laid his hand on Mac’s shoulder. “Moreno may not know who Ruiz is.”
“Yeah, or he could be in business with Ruiz, or is being paid off by him,” Mac argued.
“Those are both possibilities too,” Garcia agreed. “You won’t know which it is until we get more proof, or we interrogate one or both of them.”
“They’re getting up from the table,” Cooper broadcast in a whisper. “Xena and I will follow the dinner companions. The rest of you stay on the target.”
Outside the restaurant, Ruiz shook hands with the pair who’d joined him for dinner, and they separated. Ruiz and the muscle went to the bar where Lambchop and Laura Lee sat, chatting with the New York couple from the bus. Ruiz got a drink. The muscle did not.
Cooper and Madison followed at a distance as the government official and the young woman took a leisurely stroll around the grounds.
They ended up at the jungle pool in a secluded cabana, each with a glass of champagne they’d snagged at one of the bars they’d passed.
It was easy for Cooper and Madison to sneak up on them and remain concealed with the dense foliage that surrounded the pool and its cabanas plus the dim lighting.
They were close enough to hear every word of their conversation.
“Thank you for agreeing to come here with me,” Moreno said. “Having a pretty young American woman on my arm increases my standing with a man like Ruiz. You played tonight perfectly.” He held his glass up as though he were toasting her.
She giggled an embarrassed laugh. “If you say so, Raph. I’ll leave the politics to you.
My father trusts you so until you prove it to me otherwise, that you’re not trustworthy, I’ll also trust you, to a point,” she said, her voice changed to a tone of warning with the last three words of her statement.
“I picked up on the very subtle sexual undertones of the conversation the two of you had at dinner, or maybe not so subtle, Alfredo sauce dripping from penne. I’m warning you, do not leave me in a room alone with that man ever.
I know who he is and what he’s capable of.
And I won’t hesitate to strike to disable him if I sense anything is off. ”
“There’s a lot at stake, Christy. Your father understood that. Enough for him to have you come here with me. Ruiz won’t get his hands on you. He’ll respect that you’re mine.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“For show only,” she reminded him.
“Would it be such a bad thing, you and me?” Moreno asked. “There was a time that you had a crush on me. You used to look at me like you would have done anything for me.”
“I was thirteen,” she said. “I was a child.”
“And I never treated you like you were not. You were beautiful, even then. I respected the line and adhered to standards of decency.”
“My father would have killed you had you touched me. Then and now,” she warned.
He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Just as fiery as ever. I envy the man who wins your heart someday. And I shall remain merely someone you call uncle.”
“You’re straddling a dangerous line, Raph,” she warned.
***
Mother picked Ruiz and his muscle up through the camera lens as the two made their way back towards building one, and Ruiz’s room.
Roth and Woods were now lounging in one of the cabanas around the Preferred Club infinity pool where they had a great view of the approach of the two men to the area as well as being able to follow them with their gaze as he got into the elevator in the open-air lower hallway of the building.
“He’s in the elevator,” Roth reported.
“And his muscle?” Yvette asked.
“Not with him,” Roth answered. He and Woods watched the man go to the Preferred Club bar, where he took a seat and ordered a drink. Roth reported that through comms as well.
“Stay on him and keep us informed of his movements,” Yvette ordered.
“Roger that, Control,” Roth acknowledged.
Then he switched his comms to receive only and motioned for her to as well.
After, he rolled over and kissed Briana.
“We need to blend in like any other couple at the resort. It’s romantic, the low lighting and the night air.
If we were here on vacation, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands or lips off you. ”
Briana smiled. “Just as long as we keep our eye on him as well,” she reminded him.
“From this position, he’s right in my line of sight,” Roth said, one of his hands stroking over her cheek. “But if he’s watching us, he’ll only see me gazing at you as I hold you, touch you, kiss you. And he’s going to think, jeez, get a room.”
Through the cameras, the team watched Ruiz enter his room. He didn’t appear to be surprised by the presence of the two women. He stood in the middle of the room and snapped his fingers. Both women hurried to him and undressed him until he stood there completely naked.
“Oh, good Lord,” Yvette remarked. “He thinks he’s all that. Look at him, standing like some sort of sex god just waiting for those two women to do what I don’t want to see them doing to him.”
Mac chuckled. “Step away if you wish. Garcia and I will babysit the camera.”
“Not on your life,” Yvette said. “I want to see how kinky this guy is.”
And kinky he was. At Ruiz’s direction, the women undressed each other next.
Then he had them take up a sixty-nine position with each other and bring each other to orgasm.
Only then did he kiss them both, commenting about the flavor of the other on their lips.
He pointed at his erect cock. The two women dropped to their knees and orally pleasured him at the same time until he was close, and he pulled them off.
It got kinkier from there with all the toys on the table being used on all three of them, whips, nipple clamps, and vibrators of all sizes inserted into multiple locations.
At one point, Ruiz fucked one of the women from behind, as the other woman fucked his behind with one of the dildoes while she used a flogger on his ass.
He cried out with each strike of the flogger on his ass, but none of the three who watched could discern if his cries were pleasure or pain.
“That looks painful,” Yvette cringed.
“The ass-fucking or the flogger?” Mac asked with a grin.
“All of it,” she said.
“One man’s pain is another’s pleasure,” Mac said with a grin.
“Or in his case, both at the same time,” Garcia remarked. “I have to say, I’m impressed with his stamina.”
Yvette couldn’t help but laugh at that.
Finally, they thought Ruiz’s porn show was over. It was obvious when he came. While he took a shower, which was also obvious through the frosted glass of the shower in the very unprivate room, the women continued to have sex on the bed.
Garcia went to the not-so-private bathroom, which they’d hung a sheet over to provide more privacy.
Ruiz came back over to the bed, not even bothering with a towel, and stood there, watching one of the women come, a vibrator in each hole, compliments of the other woman, legs in the air, nipple clamps, which she pulled the chain that was strung between them, pulling on her nipples unmercifully as she screamed out, her body convulsing.
“That looked intense, Red,” Mac whispered to Yvette. “You want to try that next chance we get?”
“I don’t need any gadgets to get me off when you’re in bed with me, Mac,” she said quietly with a suggestive smile at him. “What she just experienced was nothing compared to what you do to me.”
All of Mac tingled, and it wasn’t just from the porn show they’d just watched, though watching something like that definitely aroused him, aroused most men.
But it was mostly due to Yvette’s words, which sounded genuine, and from his memories of each and every time they’d fucked, had sex, or made love, he knew she was being honest. Yeah, they’d done all three at different times over the years, and their coupling had always been spectacular.
They watched the women dress and then they left. Ruiz turned the lights off and went to bed.
The women exited the elevator. Roth transmitted their location, and that they were heading towards the center area where Lambchop and Laura Lee were still having drinks with the New York couple.
As they approached, Lambchop made his apologies that he had to use the restroom.
He followed them as they made their way towards the outer reaches of the resort grounds, exiting into the parking lot.
He watched them get into a waiting car and it drove away, but not before he got the plates.
***
Once Moreno and Christy entered their building, number six, not one of the buildings with club level access, Cooper and Madison disengaged from their surveillance. They went to their room and on comms. With Mother still in their room, they made a full report of what they’d heard and seen.
“I’ll get the info to the Digital Team to search for who Christy, and her father are,” Yvette said.
“From the context, I’d assume an American who’s been in or possibly in and out of Colombia for some time,” Mac added. “Diplomat or security force, possibly CIA or DEA.”
“This changes everything about Moreno. It sounds more like he’s setting Ruiz up for something or trying to play him,” Garcia said. Then he relayed to the team what they had just witnessed in Ruiz’s room, with no graphic details. “The three of them had some very kinky sex.” That was all he said.
“The one notable item was that the women, before Ruiz entered, hid a camera in one of their purses to catch the action in the room. As far as we could tell, Ruiz didn’t know it was there,” Yvette added.
“Could they have been sent by Moreno?” Lambchop wondered out loud.
“Anything’s possible,” Mac agreed.
“The Digital Team is pulling together a file on him,” Garcia said. “I think once we know more about him and exactly who Christy is, we’ll have a better understanding of what could be going on.”
“Agreed,” Cooper broadcast. “Let’s pack it in for the night. Mother is going to stay here and sleep on our couch. He’ll man the camera and super mic all day tomorrow if you don’t need him, Mac.”
“No, that’s a good plan,” Mac agreed.
“I’ll be up all night watching the cameras inside Ruiz’s room for any movement,” Garcia said.
“We’re going to stay out a while longer, watching Ruiz’s muscle. He’s still sitting at the Preferred Club bar,” Roth broadcast. “I want to know the location of his room.”
“Roger that,” Yvette acknowledged.