Chapter One-hundred Thirty-Five: Viva Los Campos Part Six

Chapter 135

Viva Los Campos Part Six

Jordi stepped out of the bathroom after a shower. He wore dark purple silk pajamas with his name embroidered in gold on the left breast pocket. Gina lay in bed, wearing nothing but her black bra and panties. She gazed at him half-lidded as he crashed onto the bed. He rubbed his eyes and drew a long breath.

Gina: “Thank you for saving me…”

She purred and kissed him.

Jordi: “No problem. It’s what I always do, save others.”

He said with a hint of bitterness.

Gina: “You’re so sweet.”

She trailed her nails across his neck. He laughed a bit.

Jordi: “Hahahahahahahahaha! No, not tonight.”

He waved his hand.

Jordi: “I wish you had told me about Boris before we did this.”

He said sharply.

Jordi: “I could have gotten killed, and so could my friends. We could have stopped this sooner.”

He added. Gina frowned.

Gina: “I’m sorry, Jordi! I was so excited to see you again! I was afraid he would hurt you! He promised to get me on a cruise line to dance!”

She cried.

Jordi: “Yeah? When did you figure out that the train for this ‘dancing for cruise lines’ was never coming?”

He asked dryly.

Gina: “I don’t know, Jordi, but I love cruises and dancing!”

She whined.

Jordi: “Let’s combine the two. Ingenious.”

He muttered dryly. Gina grinned at him and kissed his chest.

Gina: “Glad you think so!”

Jordi rolled his eyes.

Jordi: “My dream was to create music, and I have to work for a perverted woman to afford my grandfather’s healthcare, so I had better rethink my priorities.”

He said dryly and bitterly.

Gina: “Jordi, what’s wrong? Are you mad at me?”

She sniffled.

Jordi: “You withheld this from me, and all of this happened, so what was your first clue?”

He said sharply. Tears welled in Gina’s eyes, and she started to cry. Jordi sighed and hung his head.

Jordi: “I don’t think you mean to hurt me, but I still feel hurt. I crushed on you for a while, and then you… ghosted me. I chalked it up to people going their separate paths after high school and accepted that it is a part of life, but you want to rekindle… what? We were partners in chemistry, and I did your assignments so I wouldn’t flunk out.”

He admitted.

Gina: “I didn’t mean to ghost you, Jordi… I have my dreams, too.”

She murmured. Jordi put his hand on his face.

Jordi: “Yeah, for something that doesn’t exist!”

He said sharply. Gina’s bottom lip trembled.

Gina: “Yes, it does! Stop hurting my feelings! My parents said the same thing!”

She sobbed. Jordi rubbed his temples and sighed.

Jordi: “Look, whatever the case, we fell out of touch years ago.”

Gina wiped her eyes.

Gina: “Then why did you make love to me, Jordi?”

She sniffled. Jordi paused.

Jordi: “I think… because I want a connection with you and sometimes I tend to jump into things because, despite my hunches telling me otherwise, I live in the moment… because I want to be liked.”

He began.

Jordi: “My entire life was looking out for others, helping others, and doing for others, but I think… I need to be loved, too.”

He confessed. Gina nodded.

Gina: “You really do, Jordi…”

She said softly. He smiled a bit.

She paused for a moment and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Jordi closed his eyes and smiled at her. She traced her thumb on his cheek and kissed his lips. Jordi closed his eyes and kissed her back. She cuddled him, rested her head on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat. He draped his arm around her and held her close.

Gina: “Thank you, Jordi…”

Jordi: “Don’t mention it.”

He murmured.

Gina: “Jordi?”

She looked up at him, and he fell asleep. She pouted and softened when she gazed at him. She put her arm around him and snuggled him.

~

After Celeste, Jaxon, Deimos, and Tristan cleaned up, they went to the “Live Action Role Play Photo Studio.”

Celeste sat on the set of a 1920s bar counter wearing a sequin purple 1920s dress, strings of pearls around her neck, black opera gloves, a band around her head with a feather, and fishnets. She had her fishnet-clad feet up. Jaxon sat at the bar and wore a 1920s black suit, white shirt, tie, and a fedora on his head. He reached out to Celeste’s feet, and she pointed a toy gun at him.

Celeste: “Don’t you dare!”

She grinned. Jaxon chuckled and tickled her foot.

Celeste: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAHAHAHAHAMN YOHOHOHOU!”

She laughed and kicked her feet. He snaked his arm around her ankles and tickled her feet. Celeste laughed hard and slapped his back.

Celeste: “DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMN YOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!”

She laughed hard, and Jaxon smirked at her reaction.

Tristan was on the set of a southern plantation. He wore a “southern gentleman” suit consisting of a black suit, a blue waistcoat, a white shirt with a cassé collar, a black cravat, and black Oxfords. He rested his hands on the white railing and looked down at Deimos, who wore a loose-fitted button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a brown vest, a brown newsboy cap, jeans, and black cowboy boots. He had his hair tied back into a ponytail.

He smiled at Tristan and reached his hand out. Tristan grasped his hand and leaned on the railing, smiling at him. Deimos leaned over, and they kissed.

The next scene had Deimos playing the piano and Tristan sitting on top. His shoes were removed, and he teased Deimos with his sheer, socked feet. Deimos stopped and took Tristan’s foot and tickled it.

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! OHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

He laughed hard, and Deimos smiled lovingly at him.

In the next scene, Celeste and Deimos were dressed as pirates. Jaxon wore a red yukata with a black obi, and his hair was held up with a claw clip. Tristan wore a double-breasted white tunic with gold buttons, epaulets, gold details on the cuffs, and blue pants. Both Tristan and Jaxon had their bare feet tied to the steering wheel and their wrists tied behind their backs.

Tristan: “Qu’est-ce que tu vas nous faire?!”

Jaxon: “Hidoi!”

They yelled. Celeste and Deimos were grinning as they tickled their lovers’ feet. Jaxon and Tristan shrieked with laughter.

Tristan: “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHON!! S’IL TIL PLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAÎT!!”

Jaxon: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAMEHEHEHETEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!! DAHAHAHAHAME!”

They both laughed hysterically and squirmed against the bonds.

After the sets were finished, the four were back in their regular clothes, and they looked at the photos they took. Jaxon smiled widely at them and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Tristan: “Good idea, Deimos…”

He purred.

Deimos: “I needed to let loose after that ordeal. I think we all did.”

He nodded.

Celeste: “I loved tickling Jaxon and hearing him beg me to stop in his native language.”

She grinned. Jaxon blew her a raspberry.

Deimos nodded to the restaurant next door, Fat Tony’s Lounge, which resembled a 19th-century bar.

Jaxon: “Yeah, I could go for a burger and a beer now.”

They entered the establishment with dark walls, dim lighting, checkered tile floors, and rows of leather booths. A neon-outlined jukebox, a full bar, and a room with several pool tables were also present.

They sat at a booth near the jukebox since Jaxon noticed Celeste’s eyes lit up at it. Tristan and Deimos sat together, and Jaxon and Celeste sat together. Celeste darted to the jukebox. Jaxon smiled at her adorable behavior. She slid a coin in and went through the catalog. She selected “Drive” by the Cars. She strolled and sat by Jaxon, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed her head.

A waitress dressed in a pinstripe waistcoat, skirt, white pressed shirt, black tie, pinstripe fedora, black nylons, and heels approached them.

Waitress: “Hello! Welcome to Fat Tony’s Lounge. What can I get you to drink?”

Deimos: “I’ll have whatever is on tap. Imported.”

Jaxon: “Same, actually.”

Tristan: “A glass of chardonnay.”

Celeste: “Shirley Temple and gimme lots of cherries.”

Jaxon smiled at her and draped his arm around her.

Deimos: “To eat, steak done rare with mushrooms, onions, and fries.”

Tristan: “I’ll have a double bacon cheeseburger. Extra pickles. No tomatoes. Fries on the side, please.”

He said gently.

Celeste: “I’ll get a flame-grilled chicken burger with lots of pickles, hot peppers, and spicy sauce with fries!”

Jaxon: “I’ll get the same!”

He beamed and kissed her head.

Jaxon: “And a share platter for us all!”

He added. Deimos raised an eyebrow.

~

The waitress brought the shared platter last when they came with their food. It consisted of deep-fried pepperoni, mozzarella sticks, onion rings, wings, and mushrooms. There were dip cups with hot sauce, mild sauce, medium, honey garlic, garlic aioli, and ranch. Celeste dove into it, eating everything.

Deimos: “It’s called a ‘share platter’, Celeste. Jaxon ordered it for us all, right, Jaxon?”

He asked wryly.

Jaxon: “Yeah, but she loves this stuff!”

He smiled at her and dipped a mozzarella stick in hot sauce. Tristan took some onion rings, dipped them in mild sauce, and ate one. Tristan and Jaxon ate their food in small, delicate bites.

~

The most enormous suite in the hotel is the “Dapper Dieuseul” villa. It was designed to evoke a sense of imperial Roman luxury and grandeur, featuring “million-dollar furnishings” and opulent amenities. The aesthetic was lavish, with high-end, custom-designed furnishings and artwork.

Through the entrance were white sculptures of nude black men on each side and a small staircase leading to a large indoor fountain with a white statue of a nude black man in the center. Columns surrounded the fountain, and a glass dome ceiling hung above them. Across the fountain were French doors leading to the private deck.

The kitchen in the suite had its fireplace, a long table adorned with linen cloth, fine silverware, gold candelabras, and a crystal chandelier hanging above, and a large window offering a lovely view of the private deck with a garden.

The living room had another fireplace, a baby grand piano, an antique couch, a coffee table, and armchairs. It also had a large window that overlooked the city.

The large bedroom was decorated in ivory and gold tones. It had a king-size bed with delicate, ornate carvings on the headboard, footboard, and white Egyptian cotton sheets.

The bathroom had ivory and rose gold marble flooring, a large jacuzzi, and gold faucets. It also had a glass walk-in shower with a bathtub by it. Neighboring the jacuzzi and walk-in shower were shelves with fine white Turkish towels.

The private deck was rose gold, with columns surrounding a private pool. There was also a garden, a bar, and lounge chairs. A glass railing surrounded the deck, and an excellent city view was available.

Ichiro leaned on the glass railing. He wore a red pressed shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a loosened black tie, and black pants and socks. He was smoking a cigarillo as he gazed at the glitzy, sparkling city. He turned to Robin, who stepped out in a black negligee.

Ichiro: “Hey, darling, why don’t you come here and enjoy this beauty with me?”

He grinned. Robin smirked and folded her arms.

Robin: “Yes, so you will shove me off and I fall to my death?”

Ichiro’s right eye twitched. How did she know? He wondered.

Robin: “Nice try, Ichiro, but I am not leaving you that easily!”

She wagged her forefinger.

A vein throbbed on Ichiro’s forehead as he felt his ire soar. He hated being in this city with this bitch and hated that he needed her more. He stormed from the private deck and back into the suite. After Percy is dead, I am dumping her, he thought angrily.

Something caught his eye. He saw an envelope by the double doors. He went up the staircase and knelt. It had his name on it. He flipped it over and gazed at it with skepticism.

He opened the envelope and gasped when he saw a picture of Celeste with her feet up, wearing fishnets. His jaw hung open and he looked at the next photo with her ass up, showing a shot of her panties, feet, and she was wearing fishnet. Ichiro swallowed hard and felt his pants getting tighter and tighter. He rushed to the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and grinned inanely at the photos.

He looked at the following photo and gasped. Celeste was stroking a neon pink dildo with her feet while wearing fishnets and there was a hand written note that read, “Ichiro’s Dick” with an arrow pointing to the dildo. Ichiro reached down, fumbling with his belt buckle, undid it, and unsnapped his pants to pull his hardened cock out.

The following photo shows Celeste lying on her stomach wearing a thong, a tank top, leg warmers, and bare feet. The following photo showed Celeste in her purple bikini with her feet up. Ichiro panted and stroked his cock to the pictures of Celeste teasing in these photos with her feet in fishnets.

He felt something in the envelope and pulled it out. It was a pair of Celeste’s worn fishnets. Ichiro’s bottom lip trembled, and he swallowed hard. He inhaled them; they had a lovely scent and were not stinky.

Robin stood outside the bathroom door and glowered. That fucking bastard is enjoying masturbating more than sex with me?! She thought angrily. I’ll make that bastard pay, she thought bitterly as she stormed off.

~

The following morning, Jordi walked down the corridor in his black suit, white shirt, tie, gloves, and zip-up boots. He stood before two large mahogany double doors. Above the doors was a gold plate with “Titan Villa.” He knocked on the door. The door knobs twisted and a middleaged white man in a butler’s uniform greeted him.

Butler: “Can I help you, sir?”

Jordi: “I’m here to see Minerva.”

The butler nodded.

Butler: “You must be Mr. Vaquero. Come in, sir.”

He stepped aside to let Jordi in.

The corridor had painted paneling and wainscot, upholstered walls, highly detailed and decorative ceilings highlighted with gold leaf and supported by classical columns, hardwood flooring with an ornate design, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and white bust statues of men on each side.

He walked past the dining room, which had an oval table with fine silverware, throne chairs, wine glasses, and napkins folded to resemble swans. A hand-painted mural featuring fox hunting hung on the walls, and a grand chandelier hung from the ceiling.

To the right was a theater room with an enormous screen, silk-upholstered walls, and massage chairs that could seat at least twelve people. He then went through a billiards room. The billiards room had oak panel walls, tile flooring, a pool table, a personal bar, and yellow and white drum lights hanging from the ceiling. Behind the bar was a custom Venetian-style cut mirror creating a perspective backdrop.

The butler led him through the living room, which had painted paneled walls and a tray ceiling. It also had a grand piano, two sitting areas, and two fireplaces.

The butler opened the French doors to the outdoor area, which included a private deck with pale gray marble flooring, a lush English garden, a personal bar, and a plunge pool surrounded by columns. There was also a fire pit and a door with direct access to the King Spire pool.

Minerva lay on a lounge chair in a one-piece blue swimsuit, large sunglasses, and a floppy black sunhat, being fanned by two butlers. Alfie was seated in another lounge chair, going over her work notes. Jordi looked around, examining his surroundings, and then focused on her.

Jordi: “Yes, ma’am?”

Minerva: “Jordi, what do you not see in this villa?”

She asked sharply and extended her arms out. Jordi pursed his lips. He knew the answer but was going to play dumb.

Jordi: “This place has everything…”

Minerva: “But ONE thing.”

Her querulous voice rose as she held up her forefinger. Jordi hung his head.

Jordi: “Jaxon.”

He muttered. Minerva clicked her tongue and nodded curtly.

Minerva: “Right, where is he, Jordi? Why isn’t he here?”

She asked flippantly. Alfie slowly raised his gaze to Minerva. Jordi blew air through his slightly parted lips.

Jordi: “I don’t know, ma’am. Maybe he decided to leave his friend behind.”

He said wryly. Minerva quirked an eyebrow.

Minerva: “He would never do that, and you know it.”

She said coolly. Jordi gave a defeated sigh and couldn’t argue with her.

Minerva: “Jordi…”

She began and rose from her chair. Jordi turned ashen. He knew what would follow.

Minerva: “I have zero tolerance for anything less than the best! Look at this villa! I rented it because it’s the best! I will have that! Jiro is not here, and you underperformed!”

She said firmly. Alfie broke out into a sweat. Maybe I should make a mistake on the report so I will get punished, too, he thought.

~

Jordi was bound to a lounge chair with a power-suppressing collar on his neck. He struggled against his bonds. Minerva stood before him with a smirk.

Minerva: “Now this… I like seeing you like this.”

She purred and knelt to his boots.

She unzipped them and pulled them off. Jordi laughed softly, filled with dread. He fanned his toes out in his sheer socked feet. She dragged a nail up his sole. He jerked his foot and laughed.

Jordi: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!”

She pulled off his socks, and Jordi fanned his toes. He inhaled sharply and struggled against his bonds. She scribbled her nails over his bare feet, and he screamed with laughter.

Jordi: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!”

He threw his head back and laughed hysterically. She fluttered her nails over his soles, feeling her lust for her subordinate rise.

Jordi: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOD! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He laughed hard as tears welled in his eyes. The butlers watched and smiled at the scene.

Jordi: “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed hard and thrashed around as his face turned red and tears streamed down his cheeks. She ran her nails all over his soles and toes, and he screamed with laughter.

Jordi: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

He threw his head back laughing hysterically.

~

After Minerva finished, Jordi panted, trying to catch his breath. He was released from his bonds, and his power-suppressing collar was removed. One of the butlers offered him a glass of water on a tray. Jordi glanced at them and smiled, thanking them. He took a gulp and grabbed his socks.

Minerva: “Leave those off.”

She ordered. Jordi froze and slowly raised his eyes to glare at her. Minerva smirked at him and bit her bottom lip.

Minerva: “Have breakfast with me.”

She said softly. Jordi sighed.

Minerva: “I could tickle you more if you prefer!”

She laughed. Jordi rose and straightened his jacket.

Jordi: “I’ll have breakfast with you.”

He forced a smile.

She led him to a glass round table with green chairs and Chippendale-ribbed backs. Alfie pulled a chair for Minerva, and Jordi sat across from her. The butlers brought trays of fresh fruit with tea and coffee.

Jordi: “Just fruit? I like heartier breakfasts… like pancakes, bacon, and stuff like that.”

He said with unease.

Minerva: “I am watching my weight, Jordi. I don’t want to be a blimp like Stefano and that pig girl who works for him.”

She said loftily.

Jordi: “Wo-ho. Pardon me.”

He said acidly as he put his hands up.

Minerva: “Your feet look and feel so soft.”

She grinned. Jordi shuddered and drew a sharp breath.

Jordi: “Sorry…”

He muttered. She smirked at him.

~

Ivy was shopping with Blair and Yoshi at Jumbo Jones’ Grocer. She overheard Larry talking to Bobby.

Larry: “So William is giving me Trevor’s hours to cover for him while that fat loser is kidnapped in Los Campos.”

He huffed.

Bobby: “Aw, shit, that sucks, Larry!”

Larry: “Tell me about it, but since Trevor is Percy’s personal car, Ivy’s ex, and the man who chose her ex over her, is rescuing him. They’re staying in King Spire’s Palace.”

He smirked. Ivy sneered at Larry. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but stopped. Tristan is in Los Campos, she thought.

Ivy turned to Blair with a smile.

Ivy: “Blair, would you be a lamb and prepare the private jet to go to Los Campos? And I will make reservations for King Spire’s Palace.”

She crooned. Blair reddened

Blair: “Y-You want to go to Los Campos with me?”

He said sheepishly as he pointed to himself.

Yoshi: “OOOOOOH, can I come too?!”

He gasped and cupped his cheeks.

Blair: “Yes, Yoshi, you must see the sights, and someone has to film Ivy and me.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. Sure, he can film me dumping you for Tristan, she thought with a smirk.

~

Gina was sleeping in her and Jordi’s room when the phone rang. She yawned and reached over to pick it up.

Gina: “Hello?”

Hannah was on the other end with Abraham munching on a clubhouse sandwich. She froze.

Hannah: “S-Sorry, I must have the wrong room! I was looking for Jordi Vaquero!”

She stammered.

Gina: “This is his room. We made love in here.”

She replied.

Hannah’s bottom lip trembled. She cradled the receiver and slowly walked out the door.

Abraham: “Hannah, get me some of those apple muffins Ashley made!”

He ordered.

When she didn’t answer, he used his cane to bring them to him. He reached over and fell on the floor, his nose tube yanked from the tank, and he gasped for air.

Abraham: “HANNAH! HELP ME! GODDAMNIT, WOMAN!”

He panted and wheezed.

Abraham: “H-HANNAH! HELP ME! I’M DYING!”

He cried. He gasped and started to turn blue.

Abraham: “J-June! Where are you?!”

He wheezed and passed out.

~

The men in suits entered the Loop De Loop Maze to gaze at Boris’s scattered remains. They swallowed hard when they heard footsteps. A tall, black man stepped into the room with a scowl. He had a diamond-shaped face, sinister amber eyes, and full lips and wore a black Italian-cut three-piece suit, a black pressed shirt with a gold collar, a green tie, knee-high black boots with gold trim, and a black overcoat with gold lapels, a gold stand-up collar, and a gold spider on the back. He scrutinized the room and clenched his fists tightly.

Man: “D-Dieuseul!?”

Dieuseul: “Well, Percy? Two can play at this game.”

He scowled and bared his teeth, showing several gold teeth in his mouth.