Chapter Indigo #2
Woods and Roth again lounged on the same cabana bed they had the night before, which gave them great views of the walk way towards the Preferred Club area as well as the walkway one would use to go to the building Cooper and Madison were staying in.
They too could head off the couple if they came back this way before Garcia and Mother were done searching their room.
They’d both switched their comms so they wouldn’t transmit as they waited. “This is my idea of a dream mission,” Roth told her. “Little danger so far, a beautiful place with the beautiful woman I love.”
Briana felt light and happy from his words. “I love you too, Sebastian.” She leaned her head over and kissed him. “I hope we get more afternoons like today during this mission.”
Through comms they heard Garcia. “Clear of the room and heading back.”
“Did you find anything, Razor?” Mac asked.
“Not exactly. They’re registered for four more days, but their luggage looks as though they’re ready to take it and leave any minute. There aren’t even toothbrushes near the sink.”
“They checked in two days ago,” Yvette reminded him.
“Right,” Garcia agreed. “My point exactly.”
“Who does that?” Briana asked Roth. “I mean, besides us. We need to be ready to leave with no notice, so we don’t spread our things through the room, but when I’m just traveling for any other reason, my stuff is all over the bathroom counter.”
“Yes, I know,” he said with a little laugh. She’d been staying at his condo since they got together six months previously, and her things were all over it. “They’re suspicious for sure.”
“Ruiz and the couple are getting ready to part company,” Madison transmitted. “We’re going to stay on the couple.”
“Affirmative,” Yvette said. “Are Lambchop and Lah-lee at the bar yet?”
“Negative, Control,” Madison replied.
Still at the seafood restaurant, Lambchop pulled his phone out. “Excuse me a moment,” he said to the couple. He opened his text messaging function and tapped out a reply.
Still at the restaurant. Dessert service slow, company talkative, taking forever.
Yvette smiled when she read the text. “Thank you for the update, Lambchop,” she said. “Enjoy your dessert. Break off from them as soon as you depart the restaurant.”
Will do, just tell me where you want us.
“I will, Lambchop,” Yvette replied.
“Heads up, Ruiz is on the move,” Coop broadcast. “Heading towards the Preferred Club bar.”
“And the couple?” Yvette asked.
“They’re taking the path that runs by the jungle pool and loops around towards our building. Xena and I are following.”
Ruiz’s room door opened. “Here we go again,” Yvette complained, her eyes on the laptop in front of her.
“What is it?” Mac asked. He sat on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table.
“Ruiz’s two girls are back, just let themselves into his room.”
Mac jumped up and came to stand behind her, watching the scene as the two the two ladies of the night unpacked the handbag of the sex toys and set up the hidden camera just as they had the previous evening. “I still can’t figure out why the camera.”
“And why again?” Yvette asked. “I could be wrong, but I’d imagine tonight is going to go pretty similarly to last night.”
Mac chuckled. He leaned in and nuzzled her cheek with his. “Is that a sad commentary on our encounters between the sheets?”
“Not even close,” she said, her tone light and flirty.
“I wish our onsite Ops Center wasn’t in our room. I’d sure like to have some naked time with you. I’m getting quite jealous of Ruiz.”
“Really, you want that?” She nodded at the laptop screen.
“Not them, you. But I want you naked and in my arms.”
“I have him and his muscle entering the Preferred Club bar,” Mother chimed in. He was back up in Madison and Cooper’s room, manning the surveillance equipment.
“He’s getting a drink,” Crash reported.
Yvette switched her comms to transmit. “His two playmates from last night just showed up.”
Just then, the door lock clicked, and it swung open, Garcia stepping into the room. “Hey,” he greeted.
A few minutes later, Roth provided an update. “He’s taking his drink with him, heading towards his building.”
“Let the fun begin,” Mac transmitted.
“We’re still on his dinner guests,” Cooper broadcast. “They’re headed towards the beach. If they take a stroll, we’re going to follow.”
“Roger that, Coop,” Yvette acknowledged.
“At the bottom of building one when Ruiz got into the elevator, his guard left and returned to the Preferred Club area to get a drink of his own. He must be off duty,” Briana reported. “Ruiz is headed up to his room.”
“Roger that. We’ll confirm when he arrives in his room,” Yvette replied. “Can you observe his muscle from your location?”
“Affirmative,” Briana said.
They watched on the laptop screen as Ruiz entered his room. This time, the two women were stripped down to their Victoria Secret underwear, complete with thigh-high stockings, lacy thong barely-there panties, and lacy push-up bras.
“Very nice, ladies,” Ruiz said. “I have a special treat for us all tonight, a new playmate that will need a little coaxing. I’ll need you both to help, and I’m sure neither of you will disappoint me.”
They both cooed that they would not.
“Shall we undress you?” one asked.
“Just remove my shirt. We’ll wait on my pants until our special guest arrives.”
The two women undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it from his shoulders, their hands caressing over him. They all fondled each other while he took turns kissing each woman, and it was apparent to Yvette, Mac, and Garcia that all three of them were getting very aroused.
Then a knock was heard at Ruiz’s door. He broke away from the women and went to answer it. He opened the door and invited the pair inside.
“What are they doing here?” Yvette asked aloud, seeing Raphael Moreno and Christy Dyer.
As soon as they stepped in, Christy looked shocked to see the two half-naked women. She backed up, clearly intending to leave, her hand still on the door. Without warning, Ruiz grabbed her and pushed her to the two women, who caught her and dragged her farther into the room. Christy screamed.
Ruiz then grabbed Moreno and put a gun to his head. “Shut the fuck up or he’s dead!” he said to Christy in an evil, calm voice that made Christy instantly go silent.
Yvette bolted upright from her chair. “We have to stop this!”
Her eyes were still riveted to the computer screen.
Ruiz nodded to one of the women, who grabbed a ball gag from the table and stuffed it into Christy’s mouth as the other one held her.
Then they pushed her onto the bed and held her down, each sitting on one of her shoulders, and holding her arms to immobilize her.
They were too strong for Christy to overpower, even though she tried.
Ruiz hit Moreno with the butt of his pistol, and Moreno slid to the ground. “Tie him up and gag him too,” he ordered one of the women as he took her place. He straddled Christy and held her hands over her head, pressed to the mattress.
“Ruiz just knocked Moreno out,” Yvette reported.
Christy fought to free herself but could not. She grunted out sounds around the ball gag. Tears streamed down her face.
“You are now mine. Stop fighting and make it easier on yourself.” His voice was still calm. His gaze shifted to the other women. “Let’s get this party started.”
“He’s going to rape her,” Yvette said.
“Crash and MP, meet us outside of Ruiz’s room door,” Garcia ordered.
He grabbed the universal door keycard from the table.
“Mac, with me. Yvette, I’d prefer to wait for backup, but let us know if she’s about to be violated.
And notify Shepherd we’re directly engaging Ruiz. ” He exited the room, followed by Mac.
“We’re on our way,” Lambchop broadcast. When they’d heard the transmission, they were in the process of saying goodnight to the New York couple. Lambchop made a quick excuse that he had to make an urgent phone call, and the pair stepped away.
The seconds dragged into minutes. Yvette watched the screen as she sent a message to Shepherd.
Thankfully, Ruiz wasn’t in a hurry. He continued to hold Christy down on the bed as the two whores caressed him and kissed him, one on each side of him, kneeling on the mattress.
Then he ordered them to each hold one of Christy’s arms down, and his hands kneaded her breasts.
Christy was in more danger now. Yvette wouldn’t wait much longer to call Garcia and Mac in.
“Breaching now,” Garcia’s voice came at the same moment the room door burst open.
Garcia followed closely by Mac and then Roth, and lastly Briana rushed into the room.
Mac and Garcia tore Ruiz off of Christy, slamming him to the floor.
Roth and Briana each grabbed one of the women and flung them to the floor as well, then hopped on top of them with a knee holding them down.
Christy sat up and pulled the ball gag from her mouth. She jumped up and went to Moreno, who was still unconscious and lying on the floor near the room door. “Raph, are you okay?” she asked as she removed the tape from his mouth and tried to tear the tape that held his wrists behind his back.
As soon as Roth had the woman he’d taken down secured, he joined Christy. “I’m a medic,” he told her. He took a knife and cut Moreno’s hands loose. Then he examined the wound on Moreno’s head where Ruiz had hit him. “Are you okay?” he asked Christy.
“Yeah,” she said dismissively, but her voice was shaky, and she still had tears streaming down her face.
Briana came beside the woman. “Christy, are you okay? Did they hurt you?” The woman’s clothes were intact, so she knew she hadn’t been assaulted yet.
“How do you know my name?” She looked wildly around the room. “Who are you people?”
“Relax, we’re the good guys,” Briana said.
“How is Moreno?” Yvette asked through comms.