by Matt L. » Sat Nov 18, 2017 1:09 pm
Marco arrived at Sheila’s flat a few minutes after midnight, coming in through the back entrance as usual.
“I don’t have to be to court until 10:30 tomorrow, there’s an earlier case but I’ve given it to my assistant, this way we’ll have more time together.”
Marco nodded, scoping out Sheila’s appearance, he was impressed on how well she presented herself for his visit.
Sheila’s mane was once again in a ponytail but arranged lower and without hairspray keeping her locks in place, and minus cosmetics, Sheila looked rather apathetic.
Sheila waved Marco on, escorting him into the kitchen, “I’ve been working very hard getting into character…”
Sheila’s clothes were boldly atypical to what she would normally wear; a black tube top and flashy multicolored shorts, her potbelly riding over the waistband.
“….I nibbled throughout majority of the day, nothing extreme but I called my maid and had her pick me up some Mexican pastries and that she shouldn’t be worried about dinner, I was going to have take-out. I arrived home at around six, ate the pastries and then before coming here, stopped off at that place we dined last night. That food is awful but I finished the entire Mexican Supreme Meal or whatever they call it.”
Sheila emphasized how stuffed she felt by smacking her belly, “Damn, I hate the idea of getting fat, even if it’s for a little while.”
“I think you look sexy”, Marco admitted, preferring Sheila looking undistinguished rather than sophisticated.
Sheila slipped her hand into the cabinet, removing a bottle of top priced tequila, “As soon as I made it here I took a nap, then while waiting for you I sporadically viewed Telemundo.”
“I admire how you’re willing to see this through”, Marco said as Sheila poured the tequila into a pair of nice size glasses.
“Way I see it, this bust will make my career, I’ll reach the pinnacle much faster than I expected!” Sheila arrogantly smiled as she handed Marco his glass.
They clang their glasses together, Sheila wrapping her arm around Marco’s waist as they sipped the expensive liquor.
“All good except stop sounding so smart and make a habit of talking Spanish”, Marco instructed her, “Even when you’re thinking, use Spanish.”
Shelia nodded, Marco giving her a kiss, subsequently adding, “And I think when you use English, butcher the language. You okay with that?”
Marco deliberately suggested the idea not only for her benefit in going undercover but having her relegated into the familiar type of female he readily entertained. Sheila was less intimidating and far more appealing without all her pomp and circumstance.
“Si, me try. Me try very, very hard, Marco”, Sheila cutely grinned like she didn’t have a brain in her head.
“Before we take it into bedroom, you take my picture for ID card?” Sheila continued the charade.
“I put on makeup, first. Look pretty, like real America girl, no?”
Marco chuckled as he pulled out his cell phone, “Stand over there, no makeup. You need to look natural, okay, Sasha.”
“That’s my undercover name, Sasha?” Sheila said after taking a step back, Marco taking her photograph.
“Yes, you’re now Sasha Martinez, originally born in Mexico, recently arriving in Los Angeles from Texas.” Marco informed Sheila. “If anybody asks about where you grew up, say it was a small Mexican village that isn’t on the map. You never went to school and worked in the fields since a young child.”
“I’m totally illiterate then?” Sheila squinted.
“Bred in poverty and incompetent other than menial labor, understand?”
Sheila inched herself within Marco’s space, she fluttered her eyes and smiled, “Si, Marco. You find your woman good job, nice place to live?”
Marco seized Sheila by the waist, “You’ll be working in this bar and grill, the manager is a friend, he has you working in the kitchen and maybe being a waitress. You’ll make $4.75 an hour plus tips.”
“That’s not lot but it’s not like it’s my choice in a career…” Sheila replied.
“Well, you’re illegal and he knows it. The dupe won’t work otherwise; an American born Mexican might tip the Panamanians off.”
Sheila kissed Marco, congratulating him, “You’re very clever, smart idea.”
“I’m glad you finally admit it!” Marco brazenly grinned.
Marco then told Sheila, “The flat I got you isn’t much, especially compared to this apartment or your home. Matter of fact your landlord has chickens in his yard. But it’s nice; I usually reserve this place for out of town company.”
Sheila understood, “Drug smugglers.”
“All types of people but yeah, mostly my partners down south you might say”, Marco nodded, “Two bedrooms, nice size front room, small kitchen and bath. I’ll be staying with you until things are all set and business is taken care of.”
Shelia ran her fingertips down the length of Marco’s face, “You make it sound like I’ll be away for quite duration of time, how long is this going to take?”
Marco strengthened the hold on Sheila’s waist, “I can’t rush things, a week, ten days.”
“That’s longer than I thought, how will I explain my absence away from the office…” Sheila worriedly droned.
Marco sensed Sheila was getting cold feet, “Whatever, baby. Trust me, when this goes down, you’ll be big, you have no idea how your life is going to change.”
There was a positive twinkle in Sheila’s eyes, “You make this sound so thrilling. I’ll own this city; I’ll be positioned among the uppermost echelon.”
“You’ll really clean up, I guarantee that!” Marco rattled off.
Sheila sighed, “My work load is very thick but I’ll come up with something, maybe a leave of absence for personal reasons.”
Marco patted Sheila’s rump, “There you go, always thinking straight on. You do that.”
After their glasses were refilled, they took it into the front room, Sheila snuggling up to Marco on the sofa like a smitten teenager.
Sheila inquired when would this venture begin, she would need at least a couple days to put things in order down at the office. Marco suggested Thursday; his numero uno hoochie girl Yolanda would come by the apartment in the early afternoon and give Sheila a makeover. Transforming her from prestigious lawyer to an insignificant Mexican gal.
“This is exciting, although I concede it’s tremendously dangerous, I’m experiencing a natural high!” Sheila conveyed.
Marco unsmilingly drilled Sheila on the urgency to quit sounding smart and Caucasian on top of it.
“You gotta get with the program, chica! You cannot sound brainy or white or else they’ll know it’s a set up and you’ll get hurt, and I mean bad!”
Sheila crinkled her nose, and then scratched her head, running off in Spanish, “You really do care about me! But don’t worry…”
Sheila finished her sentence in broken English, “…Sasha ain’t too smart, she illiterate Mexican girl.”
Marco gently squeezed Sheila’s thigh, “That’s okay but work on it. Now about telling somebody outside our scheme, what about that guy Frank?”
Sheila sighed, “Frank Faylen, he’s the biggest brown nose around, always sucking up to the boss and the son-of-a-bitch is always trying to one up me!”
“I know all about your personal differences with the asshole but telling him is the best alternative. I mean if anything goes wrong, he’ll be able to notify the Feds immediately, no question.”
Sheila suggested telling her boss, the District Attorney instead of her assistant but Marco disagreed for seemingly logical reasons.
“If you tell the District Attorney he’ll steal your thunder, remember it’s an election year, he can use all the good press he can. I’m sure he’d take full credit, maybe acknowledging you as the woman going undercover but little else.”
Sheila slithered her cheek against Marco’s cheek, favoring him with a kiss.
“You’re right, telling Frank makes better sense, but I really hate that guy.”
Marco returned the kiss.
“Truth is, honey, once the smoke is clear and everything is done, Frank will have little to do with you anymore. I so think you’ll be in a world where he knows he doesn’t belong.”
Sheila concurred, “That’s what I want to hear. The sooner I’m rid of that measly weasel the better.”
Marco sipped his tequila, “You know, while you’re undercover and functioning as any other woman from my neighborhood, I can finally take you out, we can be a couple in public without keeping it a secret!”
Sheila humorously giggled, “Maybe so, Marco. Sasha doesn’t have so many male prospects for good time fun. Me simple girl, no experience mucho romance, like be your girl.”
Marco delicately strummed Sasha’s belly, “Marco show Sasha good time. Nice dinner, maybe we visit neighborhood festival or party, and then we amuse each other amorously at the apartment.”
Marco kissed Sheila, then continued, “You’ll be my girl, everyone in the neighborhood will know it.
Same type of people like from that Mexican village or the filthy Texas town I rescued you from.”
“You almost have me convinced I’m Mexican”, Sheila brilliantly smiled, “You’re an outstanding con.”
Marco cupped Sheila’s boob, stirring a romantic frolic where they kissed, cuddled and explored each others bodies.
A few minutes later the activity was brought into the bedroom.
“In my smallest jewelry box”, Sheila instructed Marco as she removed her clothes, “You’ll find the protection.”
Marco shook his head and grinned.
“For what you pay for just one of these I can get five or six.”
Sheila crawled into bed, her thighs sparingly quivering but there was a nice roving motion to her rump owing to a nice deposit of flab.
“If it’s all the same to you I’d rather not be cheap”, Sheila remarked, “The significance in doling out a few extra dollars benefits both of us. I can satisfy you far better and take pleasure in the experience without worrying.”
Marco fleetingly grimaced, “Damn, babe! You’re still talking too smart.”
“We’re not in your neighborhood yet”, a smug smile hopped onto Sheila’s gorgeous face.
Marco joined Sheila in bed, “The condoms I get ain’t that awful, they do the trick.”
Sheila unfastened her ponytail, deliberately revising her vocabulary and tone of voice to humor Marco, “Well, I just wanna be sure there’s no surprises nine months from now!” she said in an air-head twang.
Marco gently embraced Sheila, placing her over his lap, “On the positive side your tetas will get huge!”
They shared a kiss, Sheila whimsically rattling off, “I’d rather keep my breasts at their current size, and by the way, I’d rather not have to deal with the stretch marks that can accompany the growth or the big belly.”
Marco sighed; the couple proceeded to commence their sensual escapade.
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“Oh shit!” Marco’s blurted in panic, “I think your overpriced condoms are defective!”
“Looks like you might be getting that big belly after all!” Marco added with a mischievous smirk.
Sheila frantically scrabbled up the bed, barely feeling Marco’s semi-flaccid penis slipping out of her, “WHAT THE…THE…!” Sheila screamed.
Before the wicked game could go any further, Marco laughed, breaking the pretense.
“I’m kidding, it’s fine but your face was a picture!” Marco chuckled.
“You ass!”, a relived Sheila chastised Marco, “Don’t ever do that again!” her pounding heartbeat returning to normal.
Sheila adjusted herself in bed, wiping the bangs out of her eyes, “I’ve told you countless times I can’t afford to lose my advantages. Not until I’m on the top where I belong.”
Marco knew exactly what Sheila meant, she had delivered the speech several times about shamelessly using her appearance to her benefit; “A woman must incontestably use her looks to progress in this world!”
Sheila inched closer to Marco, cupping his face before giving him a kiss.
“Okay, you had your fun”, Sheila whispered half apologetically, “You sort of scared me for a minute.”
Another kiss, Marco compliantly shook his head as Sheila persuasively conveyed, “Waddling around the office with a big belly and wearing maternity clothes won’t get me where I want to be.”
Sheila and Marco lowered themselves onto the mattress, locked in each other’s arms, a long torrid kiss before he laid it on thick about respecting her ambition and desire.
Marco lowered his hand, momentarily but intentionally rubbing the plump package of flab that inflated her belly, duly aware she was terrifically self-conscious about the blemish to her figure.
From there Marco began massaging her kitty, causing Sheila to emit a relaxed purr while he spoke of his admiration toward her bull-headedness to succeed and her commendable traits.
Sheila opened her thighs, signaling with her eyes and lips that she was anxious for another sexual romp.
Shelia’s tousled locks; the marginally slack condition of her figure took an edge off the dynamics of their relationship. Sheila didn’t look so special; she could have been any undistinguished female he managed to shack up with.
Mentally he conceded to the thought, nimbly removing himself off the bed without acknowledging Sheila with an explanation.
Sheila curiously squinted, “Something the matter?”
Marco peeled away the condom which he tossed to the floor, declining eye contact, grumbled, “I could use more tequila, so can you.”
“Plenty of ice!” Sheila replied.
Marco’s fantasy went into high gear as he forged his way into the kitchen, and it helped relieve the intimidating gravity Sheila enforced in their ’secret’ relationship.
Marco twisted off the cap, imagining Sheila working as a regular secretary down at the district attorney’s office; he smiled before taking a swig, never finishing law school, now taking orders instead of giving them.
Marco smiled that funky bad boy grin when he visualized his sweetie looking worn out and maybe a little disgruntle, laboring all day behind the desk, passively brewing coffee or sprucing up the conference room when told to.
“And dust the table while you’re at it!”, Marco could picture her boss talking to Sheila in such a hard manner, and of course Sheila would nod, timidly using words that were foreign to her current vocabulary, “Right away, sir.”
The anonymous working girl lifestyle, a slave to the time clock, eating lunch at her desk because her boss was expecting an important phone call.
Marco gulped another mouthful then made tracks back to the bedroom; the idea of Sheila living paycheck to paycheck and without any power was a big turn on.
“No glass?” Sheila mumbled the moment Marco entered the bedroom; he engaged in another sip and handed the bottle to her.
Marco wiped his lips, “I sort of think you ought to try getting accustomed to feeling less special.”
Sheila cradled the bottle against her breasts, flipping back her hair; she slowly nodded in agreement before taking a sip, subsequently another sip.
Marco walked over to the dresser where Sheila had the jewelry box that stored the condoms; he couldn’t resist a little humor at Sheila’s expense.
“You have to remember, sweetie”, Marco began somewhat affectionate, “You have to blend in with the chicas in my neighborhood, a simple girl, working class poor. No pretentious bullshit. If you’re found out you can get hurt.”
Sheila favored him with a smile, “I can do it, wait and see, but I really appreciate your concern.”
Marco equipped his member with the protection, Sheila could see he was already hard and that widened her smile.
“That‘s cool, very cool if you think so!, Marco elatedly charmed her, they aligned their bodies into position, he continued with a smirk, “At least you don’t have to worry about looking the part.”
Sheila groaned as Marco entered, unable to question what he meant, his vigor in mating influenced by the notion that his days of being emasculated were just about over and soon he would be the dominant member in their relationship.
During this especially energetic round of intercourse, Marco pictured his protection malfunctioning, what a sight Sheila would be with a big ol belly and chubby face.
Marco couldn’t resist snickering, imagining Sheila outgrowing her fashionable attire and struggling to lose the baby pounds.
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Sheila needed a minute to catch her breath once the mating was over, finally she managed to ask, “You said something about me looking the part?”
Marco grinned, cupping Sheila’s belly, he rather enjoyed taunting her.
“Baby, please, even you have to admit, the flabbiness makes you look less impressive. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were just some regular office girl, you know?”
Before Sheila could reply, Marco gently tapped her pouch, giving it a soothing massage afterward, “But it’s all cool, girls in my part of town can’t afford going to the gym, and dieting is well, pointless. Just don‘t get used to it, Mexican food is loaded with calories, you’ll have to overhaul your wardrobe, and like, carrying all that extra weight might be a major setback.”
Sheila self-consciously grimaced, “I told you once this is over and done I’m getting back in shape.”
“I hope so my pretty chica, I don’t mind my women with a little chub but damn girl, if this thing gets too big…” Marco emphasizing his point by squeezing Sheila’s belly at the curvature, “…I won’t come around too often.”
Sheila sneered, “You’re joking. I’m a professional woman not a member of your society, you know that, right?”
Marco pulled away the sheet, gazing over Sheila’s thighs, “You’re losing the firmness, baby, another ten or so pounds and you’ll have a chunky pair of thighs!” he then teasingly chuckled.
“Stop it!” Sheila demanded, “You’ve made your point.”
Marco smiled like he was doing her the favor being nice, “Okay, whatever. But you know in my part of the city fat girls are a dime a dozen, I can have my pick.”
Sheila grabbed hold the sheet, completely covering her body, she understood what Marco was implying - overweight females were not only universally common but didn’t have the advantages slim, sexier girls had in terms of male companionship.
Marco understood he was pushing the envelop, and flung his arm around Sheila, embracing her at the waist, “Yeah, I know, once this goes down and you’re back at the office you’ll lose the fat. If anything though, I more concerned with your stuffiness and high tone language. You really need to work on that, you gotta act and talk a little stupid and be modest.”
Sheila sighed, “I know.”
Marco sensed Sheila needed some convincing that he was legitimately on her side, he provided her with a back rub, all the while expressing his amorous feelings toward her and how he admired her intellect, ambition and beauty.
After the massage and before getting dressed and leaving, Marco reminded Sheila about setting out on this operation Thursday, and to square things at the office with Frank.
Sheila agreed, and after a goodbye kiss, Marco abandoned his woman for his neighborhood, the Spanish slum which Sheila would soon be calling home.
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