Chapter One-hundred Thirty-Two: Viva Los Campos Part Three

Chapter 132

Viva Los Campos Part Three

Jordi took the elevator up to his room. Alfie followed behind him, carrying his luggage. Jordi smiled and took his luggage from him.

Jodi: “You don’t need to do that, Alfie. I can carry it myself, but thank you.”

He nodded. Alfie panted.

Alfie: “Oh, I don’t mind, sir! It’s the least I could do since you’re helping Minerva!”

He fumbled over his words. Jordi cleared his throat and used his keycard to open the door.

The room featured a classic King Spire theme but with a contemporary design. Infusions of royal blue and champagne gold accented cool gray tones. The room included one queen-size bed, an antique drawer with a phone, antique nightstands on each side of the bed with a lamp, an elegant marble bathroom with dual sinks, and a spa tub.

Alfie set Jordi’s luggage down. Jordi opened the curtains and the glass doors to step onto the balcony to view the King Spire Pool. It was a large pool area with a circular pool in the center. In the center of the pool were columns with statues of fish spouting water, and in the center was a gold statue of King Spire flanked by six bowl fountains, a circular dome ceiling on the columns that had water pouring out.

A long rectangular pool with columns and cabanas was neighboring the circular pool. To the left of the circular pool was a pool bar and a pool casino with a roof over the columns. Five other pools with cabanas and lounges were also present.

A brochure with information about the hotel's restaurants, casino, and mall was in the drawer. Jordi took it over and sat on the balcony to read it.

Alfie: “Okay, I will be in the laundry room if you need me, sir!”

He smiled and slapped his sides. Jordi smiled at him.

Jordi: “Rest a bit, Alfie! You deserve it!”

He waved his hand. Alfie smiled.

Alfie: “No rest for Minerva’s helpers!”

He laughed and left the room, closing the door. Jordi snorted. That’s an understatement, he thought.

He drew a long breath and slipped off his gloves. I guess if I’m going to explore this place, I should get out of my work uniform, he thought as he started to undress.

~

Jordi entered the hotel lobby and wore a black Italian-cut double-breasted suit, a light purple pressed shirt, a dark purple silk tie, a gold pocket square, and black cap-toe Oxfords. He strolled into the entrance of the “King’s Chalice” cocktail. It was a sophisticated, luxurious cocktail lounge with several light gold egg chairs, marble countertops, grand drum chandeliers, and a balcony with a view of the city strip outside. The walls were gold with black marble flooring and gold accents.

Jordi wished he was going with someone else, but he didn’t want to drink with his boss or his boss’s co-worker. While he felt sorry for Alfie, he didn’t care for his company. He sat on the lounge outside and gazed at the view of the strip and the dancing water spouts from the fountain.

He heard the heels clicking on the marble flooring and a woman’s voice call his name. Jordi turned around to see a white woman with an hourglass figure with a straight nose, full lips, and long lashes over her dazzling blue eyes. She wore her magenta hair in a bob and feathered at the ends and was wearing a purple strapless mini dress with a large belt on her waist, gold bracelets on her wrists, black triangle earrings, and strapped high-heeled sandals.

Jordi gazed at her, surprised to see her here.

Jordi: “Gina Belloni? Is that you?”

He smiled. She graced him with a coy smile.

Gina: “Yes, it is, Jordi! I haven’t seen you since we graduated! Remember, we were lab partners in chemistry?”

She laughed. Jordi smiled and nodded.

Jordi: “Do you want to join me?”

He blurted and reddened when the words came out of his mouth.

Gina: “I’d love to, Jordi!”

She sat with him. Jordi recalled having a massive crush on her during high school, but they didn’t speak much and parted ways after graduation.

The waitress approached them.

Waitress: “Hi, my name is Sandra! What can I get you both?”

Gina: “I’ll have a dirty martini… No, make it filthy.”

She smirked at Jordi, who reddened.

Jordi: “Just a purple haze. Thank you.”

Waitress: “Will this be on one bill?”

Jordi nodded.

Jordi: “Yes, Miss, I’ll be paying.”

Gina smiled widely. The waitress left.

Gina: “You’re such a gentleman, Jordi.”

Jordi smiled and blushed.

Jordi: “Thank you.”

The waitress returned with their cocktails. Jordi rose and pulled out his wallet to pay for them and give her a tip. She thanked him, and he sat down with Gina. Gina gazed at him.

Gina: “How have you been doing, Jordi? What brings you here?”

She sipped her cocktail. Jordi pursed his lips.

Jordi: “I’m here on a business trip for my boss.”

He admitted with a hint of shame.

Gina: “Must be nice work.”

She giggled.

Jordi: “The pay is good.”

Gina: “How are your grandparents?”

Jordi cleared his throat.

Jordi: “My grandmother is still missing… My grandfather’s health is not the best. He needs oxygen therapy… and round-the-clock care. I hired a lady to live in our house to care for him because I have to work to afford his replacement tanks, medications, etc.”

He said as his voice trailed off.

Gina: “That’s too bad. Sounds hard.”

Jordi glanced at her and nodded.

Jordi: “Yes, it’s tasking.”

He forced a smile.

Gina: “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Jordi pursed his lips and shook his head.

Jordi: “No, I have neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend.”

He replied and flushed red.

Jordi: “It seems you’re asking me the questions, and I haven’t been. My apologies! How have you been doing?”

He smiled. Gina grinned at him.

Gina: “You always put others before yourself. I always liked that about you. You even did my chemistry projects for me.”

Jordi shifted in his seat and inhaled sharply. Great, now I sound like Alfie, he thought.

Gina: “I moved here to pursue my dream of being a dancer for cruise lines! I’ve been living on my trust fund while I find work!”

She beamed. Jordi listened to her and wondered if dancing for cruise lines was such a thing, but he didn’t want to debate the topic.

Jordi: “That sounds exciting. I wish you the best on your journey.”

He smiled at her and sipped his drink.

Jordi paused and gazed at her for a moment.

Jordi: “Would you… Would you like to have dinner with me?”

Her blue eyes lit up.

Gina: “YES, Jordi, I would! Do you have a car?”

She clasped her hands together.

Jordi: “Yes, I do back in Pink Top City, but not here. We came in a limo. You pick. Ladies’ choice.”

He smiled and rose, holding his hand out to her. She took his hand and rose with him.

Gina: “I know a nice Italian place.”

She said breathlessly, gazing into his Byzantine eyes. Jordi swallowed and reddened.

Jordi: “I bet.”

~

They arrived at L’usignolo in a cab. Jordi stepped out and took Gina’s hand. She bit her bottom lip as their arms interlocked.

It was an upscale, formal Italian restaurant in downtown Los Campos. The interior had rose gold walls and gold crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The tables had red cloths and red and gold throne chairs. The hostess led the two to the outdoor dining area, which had hanging lanterns and was adjacent to a luscious garden with a pond. There were tables with white linen cloths and gold modern bentwood chairs.

Jordi pulled out a chair for her. She sat down. Gina’s eyes lit up at the atmosphere and peacefully admired the koi fish beside them. Jordi sat across from her, admiring her beauty. She locked her gaze on him.

Gina: “This is so lovely, Jordi. You know how to treat a lady.”

She said in a breathy tone. He chuckled and reddened.

Jordi: “Thanks, I try.”

Gina: “How long are you staying for?”

She rested her head on her folded hands, gazing at him.

Jordi: “As long as my boss wants me here.”

He said with bitterness in his tone. He didn’t want to tell her his boss was forcing a young man to be his sex slave for whatever purpose.

Gina: “Ever think of relocating?”

She batted her eyelashes. Jordi gaped at her and shook his head.

Jordi: “No, I can’t leave my grandfather. I know he has a live-in caregiver, but… I can’t leave him.”

He explained. I can’t tell her I am doing this strenuous job for Minerva to make his numbered days as peaceful as possible and hope my grandmother gets to see him before he passes, he thought.

Gina: “I see! Your grandfather is lucky to have you here with him! I guess I will enjoy you while you’re here.”

She giggled.

Jordi: “Enjoy me?”

He pointed to himself and reddened. She bit her bottom lip.

Gina: “Well, you’re a very handsome and interesting guy.”

Jordi blushed.

Gina: “You treat me well and you’re a gentleman, too!”

Jordi laughed and reddened. Should I tell her I had a crush on her in high school? I don’t want to ruin this date, he thought. Then he realized he had thought of the word “date.”

Jordi: “I’m glad we’re reconnecting! I’m sorry we lost touch after high school, but most people do anyway. People have different paths in life, and they go on.”

He said, and his voice trailed off.

Gina: “I remember you wanted to be a new wave singer.”

She smiled. Jordi’s heart sank. I still do, he thought.

Before he could ask her more questions, the server—a tall, slim white woman—came to take their order.

Woman: “Hello, my name is Ann. I’ll be your server. Are you two ready to order?”

She said robotically.

Jordi: “Yes, we’re going to have some champagne. As for my entrée, I’ll have a medium rare Apple City strip with mushrooms, onions, and a salad.”

He replied.

Gina: “I’d like the garlic shrimp salad entrée, please.”

She added. The server took their orders and left.

Another server came with a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice. She popped the bottle open, poured the champagne into flutes for them, and left. Jordi took a glass and raised it to her. Gina raised her glass to Jordi and gently clinked it. He took a sip.

Jordi: “So, where do you live?”

He asked her. She froze. Jordi raised an eyebrow.

Jordi: “Did I overstep?”

He asked with concern. Gina waved her hands around.

Gina: “No, no! I’m just… living in whatever hotel wants me to dance for them.”

She chirped. Jordi raised an eyebrow, skeptical of what she had to say. What is she hiding? He wondered. He didn’t think her intentions were sinister. Maybe she’s ashamed of something, he thought.

Jordi: “That sounds good.”

He finally said.

Gina: “Where are you staying?”

She purred.

Jordi: “King Spire’s Palace. I get a deluxe room, not the laundry room. Aren’t I lucky?”

He laughed bitterly.

Their server brought their food. She placed the steak before Jordi and the garlic shrimp salad in front of Gina.

Server: “Enjoy!”

She smiled and left. Jordi beamed.

Gina: “Ooh, this looks delicious!”

She marveled at their dishes.

Jordi: “It does look delectable!”

He said joyfully.

He flicked his gaze at her and smiled.

Jordi: “Would you… like to come back to my place after dinner?”

Gina’s eyes lit up.

Gina: “Would I ever!”

Jordi smiled at her.

Jordi: “I’d love to catch up… It gets lonely.”

Gina: “Yeah, I hear you on that.”

She gazed at him.

~

Jordi led her to his room, using his keycard to enter. He put a “Do Not Disturb” door hanger sign on the knob and closed the door. He knelt to untie his shoes. He slipped them off, revealing his sheer socked feet, and removed his socks. He rose and shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it aside. Gina observed him and bit her bottom lip. Jordi loosened his tie and sat on the bed.

Jordi: “Can I get you anything to drink? It’s on the corporate credit.”

He laughed bitterly.

Gina: “No, I’m good.”

She smiled and slid her sandals off, sitting next to him.

She gazed at his slender feet and grinned.

Gina: “Hey, Jordi?”

Jordi: “Yes?”

He smiled.

Gina: “Are you ticklish?”

She smirked. Jordi blinked, taken aback by her question, and reddened all over. Before he could answer her, she reached down and fluttered her nails all over his soles. He burst out laughing.

Jordi: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”

He howled with laughter and squirmed.

Gina: “You so are!”

She bit her bottom lip and scribbled her nails all over his soles.

Jordi: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He laughed hard, and tears welled in his eyes. He scrunched his feet. She smirked and stopped tickling his feet to let him catch his breath.

She gazed into his eyes. He swallowed hard and stared at her, reddening. He had wanted this for years and didn’t think she was even interested in him. He felt his desire for her burning and had to kiss her. He leaned in and opened his mouth to her, kissing her cherry-red lips. She closed her eyes, happy to have this, and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back.

Jordi caressed her back as their mouths met and his tongue wrestled with hers. Gina held him close to her in an embrace as they shared a passionate, heated kiss. Jordi let out a low moan as he tasted her hot girl breath. His moaning was contagious, causing her to moan softly.

He gently separated his lips from hers to lock his eyes on her. He reached up and traced his thumb over her cheek. Gina smiled tenderly at him, resting her face on his hand and placing her hand over his. Jordi smiled tightly as he inhaled sharply and felt his heart hammer in his chest. Gina felt the drum of his heart against her chest, beating in perfect rhythm with her heartbeat. Their hearts beat with resounding synchronicity with each other.

Jordi bit his bottom lip, loosened his tie, pulled it through his head, and tossed it on the floor. He then unbuttoned his shirt and opened it to expose his bare chest. Gina was mesmerized by his beauty as she watched him remove his clothes.

She unzipped her dress and lowered it down to reveal her bare breasts. Jordi gazed at her. He lay on his back as his cheeks turned a deep red and felt hot to the touch. He felt his pants getting tight. Gina glanced down at his hardness and bit her lip. She felt the heat rise to her face and her feminine core pounding with desire as she drew closer to him. Jordi threw his head back when her pantied lady parts slid against his hardness.

He bit his bottom lip, and his hands rose to cup her breasts and trace his thumbs over her nipples. Gina shivered at his touch with a tiny mew. Jordi unbuckled his belt and slid his pants off, leaving his underwear on. He sat up and pecked his lips on her nipples. Gina kissed him back and traced her fingertips down his chest. He shivered and swallowed hard, feeling the most masculine part of him throb. Gina melted when she felt his most masculine part harden and throb against her feminine core.

Jordi inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. He flicked his gaze at her and smiled. He slowly slid off his underwear, revealing his member, and tossed his underwear on the floor. Gina's sapphire eyes gleamed at the striking sight of his chiseled member, beautifully sculpted and hard as marble. She hooked her fingers along the sides of her lace black panties, pulling them down her thighs and dropping them to her feet, revealing her silke,n soft vulva. Jordi locked his eyes on her and down to her vulva.

They sat u,p gazing at each other. He threaded his fingers through her hair and smiled at her. Gina ran her fingertips through his purple tresses. She leaned over, getting closer, and kissing him passionately. Jordi tilted his head and opened his mouth and heart to her. He cupped her breasts as they kissed, and his hand slid down, resting on her hips. Gina’s breathing hitched as she felt their hearts beating together and their sexual cores pounding against each other.

Jordi: “Do you want this?”

He asked gently. Gina bit her lip and nodded, her eyes pleading for more. He rose to get a condom from his luggage. She was mesmerized by his swift and elegant movements as he put on a condom before he settled again between her legs. Gina threw her head back with a loud, breathy moan as he entered her, and she felt him inside of her. Jordi clung to her and thrust her, his balls slapping against her reddened feminine core. She held him close to her, wrapping her legs around his hips as they gently thrust against each other.

Jordi let out a low, guttural moan as he picked up the pace with his thrusts. He felt his member swell inside of her. He held her close, resting his hand on the back of her head as he thrust. Gina’s moans hitched and grew louder with every thrust, and she had him close to her as the heat flared in her pelvis.

Jordi grabbed her hips and controlled the rhythm. He slid his hand to where they were joined. He pressed his finger on her clitoris, and Gina stilled. She arched back and groaned as the climax ripped through her body.

Gina: “Jordi!”

His name ripped from her throat. She wanted more. Jordi thrust faster and harder. He grunted and let out a hoarse shout as he released his hot cum inside of the condom. Gina flung her head back with a resounding scream of ecstasy as she reached another orgasm climax, releasing all over him.

Jordi pulled out and panted. He pulled the condom off, tied it into a knot, and tossed it in the trash. She flopped down on the bed, panting, limp with exhaustion and pleasure. Jordi drew a long breath and lay beside her. He turned over and smiled at her, tracing his fingertips against her face. He held her close to him, their naked bodies intertwined as they relaxed in each other’s embrace.

~

After the two showered and cleaned up, they lay in bed naked. Gina cuddled him and rested her head on his chest. Jordi put his arm over her and smiled at her lovingly. He hoped this wouldn’t be just a fling, but something in the pit of his stomach told him otherwise.

~

In Pink Top City, at Percy’s Magical Manor, Fabien was on top of Percy riding his dick. Percy threw his head back as he climaxed into Fabien’s anus and he moaned, loving the feel of hot cum flow through him.

~

Later, Percy and Fabien sat in the living room with their robes draped over them, eating Chinese take-out. Noah entered the room and cleared his throat.

Percy: “Yes, Noah?”

He asked as he slurped up some vegetable lo mein noodles.

Noah: “A parcel arrived from Los Campos for you, sir.”

He handed him the parcel. Percy glanced at it.

Fabien: “Know anyone from Los Campos?”

Percy smiled.

Percy: “I hope it’s not… him, but let’s see, shall we, my magical friend?”

He ripped open the parcel to see a videotape inside. He twisted his mouth and grimaced. This had better be Jaxon being tickled, he thought, and popped the tape into the VCR.

His eyes widened when he saw Trevor in his dirty crapped briefs in a golden birdcage.

Trevor: “Percy, it’s me, Trevor! You… You gotta get me out of here! The food sucks! I was asking for Voyage Burger all day, and no one is giving me that!”

Trevor stomped his feet.

Man in suit: “Percy, ‘Les Araignées d’Or’ has your teleporter. If you want him back, you have to grant Dieuseul his territory in Pink Top City.”

The video then went static. Percy glared darkly.

Fabien: “ ‘The Golden Spiders’?”

He asked slowly. An evil smirk spread across Percy’s lips.

Percy: “So, Dieuseul came crawling out of the waterspout to play, did he? We all know what happened to the ‘itsy-bitsy spider’.”

He laughed maniacally.

~

Jaxon arrived at Percy’s manor. He wore a light and flowy white shirt with a collage of black prints on it buttoned down to show his dragon chest tattoo, tight leather pants, and chelsea boots. Percy wore a white shirt with ruffles on the collar and the placket, sequinned red pants, and black chelsea boots.

Jaxon: “What’s so dire that you had to call me here at FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING?!”

He barked. Percy cupped his mouth.

Percy: “Dieuseul has Trevor, my Pepper Prince…”

Jaxon threw his arms up.

Jaxon: “Okay? Well, get your little fat neckbeard. What do I have to do with it?”

He huffed.

Percy: “Jaxon, darling…, I saved you from Noriko’s clutches in Shin-Yamato…”

He furrowed his eyebrows. Jaxon looked away and pursed his lips.

Jaxon: “I remember. Thank you for that.”

He said earnestly.

Percy: “I need your help, darling. Dieuseul is not the same man who I drove out of Pink Top City.”

He drew a long breath.

Jaxon: “So you want my Green Queen and Tristan and Deimos to come and help get your fucking weirdo back?”

He rolled his eyes. Percy bowed.

Percy: “It would be most appreciated, darling. I need all the help I can get… even from Deimos.”

He sighed.

Jaxon rubbed his temples and raked his fingers through his hair. He was grateful for all the times Percy saved him, so the least he could do was return the favor.

Jaxon: “All right, I’ll tell Celeste, Tristan, and Deimos. How will we get there without that fat fuck to teleport us?”

Percy smiled.

Percy: “I shall rent a private jet, darling. There is no way in Hell I will ever allow my delicate princes to fly commercial amongst common mouthbreathers.”

He cupped Jaxon’s chin. Jaxon pouted and didn’t want to admit that he loved being pampered.

~

Later that morning, Celeste, Jaxon, Tristan, Deimos, and Percy were on board the private jet. Tristan wore a white pressed shirt with a red silk cravat around his neck and tucked into the collars, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black pants, and black wingtip Oxfords. Celeste wore a Pantera tank top, leather jacket, jean skirt with fishnets, and ankle strap boots. Deimos wore a t-shirt with an American flag skull, a denim vest, a bullet belt, torn jeans, and cowboy boots.

Tristan: “So… does Dieuseul know you have a teleporter?”

Percy smiled and admired Tristan’s beauty.

Percy: “No, love. I recently obtained Trevor and his vast abilities.”

Tristan cupped his chin.

Tristan: “How would he know this? And why on Reona would he want territory in Pink Top City when the territory in Los Campos is so much larger?”

He asked. Percy shrugged.

Tristan: “Someone who knows you well told him this, and I suspect we’re being led straight into a trap.”

He said darkly. Percy smiled tightly.

Percy: “I figured as much. Let us dance ‘til death do us part, then.”

He held up his kukri and licked the blade with his split tongue.

Jaxon: “I think hypnobitch told him about that neckbeard.”

He offered. Percy wagged his head.

Percy: “Why on Reona does she want to rock the boat with moi now? Is she still raw about Jonesy’s money?”

He laughed. Tristan cupped his chin.

Tristan: “While I strongly suspect she is linked to this case, I am not sure if she’s the one with beef.”

He stated as his voice trailed off.

Celeste: “Los Campos has lots of places to eat! They have dollar buffets!”

She grinned. Jaxon laughed and held her close, kissing her head.

Jaxon: “You’re so cute!”

He pressed her button nose. She grinned at him.

Celeste: “Not as cute as you!”

She traced her fingertips on his lips. He shivered.

Deimos: “Where will we be staying?”

He asked Percy.

Percy: “At King Spire’s Palace. I will get you each a room, and anyone who wishes to join me for a rendezvous may do so.”

He smirked at Tristan and Jaxon. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “Charmed, but no.”

Percy leaned back in his seat and folded his hands over his chest.

Percy: “And dress nicely for the casino. I am sure my little princes will have no issue with that, but Celeste and Deimos? No heavy metal rags.”

He quipped. Deimos glared at him.

Deimos: “I know how to dress nicely! I choose not to!”

He hissed. Tristan patted Deimos’ hand.

Celeste: “So do I. Percy’s being a dick, Deimos. Just let him rant on like a madman. We’re getting paid for this.”

She waved her hand at him and looked out the window.

Celeste: “Los Campos, here we come!”