Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Call — Yes, THAT Call

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The next day, a gorgeous, blue-sky Tuesday morning, Gwen was busy trying to make contact with the chauffeur, Carlo, who worked for Pablo, the man holding Cindy. It was risky, but she figured if the wrong person answered, she wouldn’t be discovered if she acted like a friend of Carlo’s.

She dialed the number she had and waited while the call was connected. The phones in Colombia were not as reliable as those in the U.S., and she waited for the connection to go through. Finally, an odd sounding ring echoed in her phone’s receiver.

“Hola?” came the answer.

“Carlo?” she said, trying to fake a similar accent in case it was not Carlo.

“Sí, esto es Carlo. Quién es este?” Yes, this is Carlo. Who is this?

Suddenly, Gwen became nervous. Her Spanish was basic at best, but she didn’t want to involve anyone else to interpret. That could prove fatal for herself and others.

“Carlo, esto es Gwen en los Estados Unidos. Habla Inglés?” This is Gwen in the United States. Do you speak English?

“Sí, I mean, yes,” Carlo said.

“Thank God,” Gwen breathed again, realizing she’d been mostly holding her breath. “I believe you were told I might call. I’m a friend of Cindy’s. She is there, am I right?”

In Colombia, Carlo felt the blood drain from his face. Yes, he had been told a friend of Cindy’s might call. He and Rosalita had gotten word out with a friend that they were willing to help Cindy escape the compound, as long as their own lives were never compromised. They had heard that someone in California was searching for the beautiful woman, and their friend said he knew how to get information to this person.

He didn’t know the steps that had been taken to get this woman, whose name was Gwen, the message with his phone number, but he knew that people would die if their actions were discovered.

He worked his mouth to try to moisten it again. It had gone dry instantly when Gwen identified herself.

“Are you still there?” Gwen asked, feeling her heart pound in fear. Was this a setup?

“Yes, I am here,” said Carlo. “I am a friend.”

Gwen didn’t know if he meant a friend of their cause or a friend of Cindy. She supposed it didn’t matter. As long as he wasn’t saying he was a friend of Pablo, everything was fine.

“I want to set up a time to speak to Cindy. If you will give me a local time that you know for certain you will be alone with her, I will call you at that time. I will have her daughter with me to speak to her mother,” she said, then added, “For the first time in over five years.”

“Si. Yes. I understand. Not easy, though. Pablo is always watching.”

“You are alone right now?”

“Sí.”

“Is there any way I can speak to her now?”

“No. Impossible. She is with Pablo now.”

“Then what is a good time to call for her?”

“Pablo will be busy with some guests today during the afternoon. You can call around three o’clock our time.” It was fortunate that he knew Pablo’s schedule. He had to know it as part of his job to ensure the man had transportation when he needed it.

“Okay. I’ll do that,” Gwen said.

“Yes. I must go now. This call very dangerous.”

“I know, but answer me one question. Is she alright?”

Carlo paused for a second. The idea of being alright was situational. She was alive. She was unhurt, except for some bruises. But her happiness had been stolen from her. How could anyone be alright in her situation? He figured the woman meant was she alive and more or less well.

“Yes, she is alright, as you say. But sad.”

“I understand. Thank you, Carlo. Can I depend on you?”

“Depend?” He wasn’t sure of the meaning.

“Yes, will you help us? Will you help Cindy?”

“Yes. I will help.”

They disconnected the call seconds before Pablo walked into the room where Carlo was standing and waiting for his boss to finish with Cindy. Pablo was naked, and his semi-erection flopped as he walked.

He seemed in a very good mood. Carlo looked at the man, trying to ignore his post-sexual nudity.

Pablo smiled at Carlo. He liked this man. His former chauffeur had stolen from him, so he had given him to Juan, his executioner. Juan was a special man. He loved to kill men, and he loved to take his time doing it. He loved killing women, too, and he took even longer doing that. Pablo had heard nothing more of his thieving chauffeur. He just knew the man had paid his debt to his employer. That was all that was important to Pablo.

But Carlo. Carlo was a man he trusted. Juan had allowed Carlo to watch while the executioner took over an hour to kill the chauffeur Carlo would replace. The message had been clear: If you betray your employer in this house, you will wish you would be killed this quickly.

He looked at Carlo again and pointed to Cindy’s room. “Quieres algo de eso?” he asked. Do you want some of that? His terminology emphasized the woman was a possession, more like a car than a person.

Carlo smiled and blushed. He would not be a part of rape. He loved Cindy and would do anything for her, including risk his life, which he was preparing to do. He lay awake at night, wishing he could kill Pablo, remove the stain from the earth, but he knew that doing so would be suicide. A very slow suicide.

Still, he could help Cindy, hopefully without getting caught. Perhaps he would be able to join her in America one day.

Carlo shook his head. “No, Señor Peligro. Ella pertenece a usted. No soy digno.” She belongs to you. I am unworthy.

Pablo shook his head and smiled. “Ella es sólo una puta.” She is just a whore.

“Sí, pero ella es su puta. No me atrevo a pensar algo que te pertenece.” Yes, but she is your whore. I dare not claim anything that belongs to you.

Pablo laughed and clapped a meaty hand behind Carlo’s neck and shook him affectionately, as if he were Pablo’s son.

“Eres un buen hombre, un buen amigo.” You are a good man, a good friend. Pablo left the room while Carlo tried to get his heart to stop pounding in fear.

*******

After hanging up, Gwen called Kayleigh. Danni answered the phone. Gwen knew Danni was a schoolteacher living with Kayleigh’s younger sister, Emily, or Emmy as the kids called her. She had kept up with the household through Carmen.

“Danni, is Kayleigh there?”

“No, she had a shoot today. Who’s this?”

She decided she would have to take the chance and tell her. Saying she couldn’t tell her would sound too sinister, and she needed her help if Kayleigh wasn’t going to be home later. “This is Gwen, a friend of hers. When do you expect her home?”

“Not til four or five, I imagine.”

“Okay, will you be there for a while?”

“Yeah. What’s this about?”

Gwen had a sudden inspiration. “Is Jenna home?”

“Yes. Do you want to speak to her?”

“Yes, she’ll know what I’m calling about.”

Thinking how odd it was that Jenna would know why a lady was calling Kayleigh, Danni put the phone down and went to Jenna’s room, where the girl was reading.

“Jenna? There’s a woman on the phone who wants to speak to you. Actually, she’s looking for Kayleigh, but she asked if she could speak to you because you’d know what it was about.”

“What’s the lady’s name?” Jenna asked, barely listening. She was at one of the most exciting parts of this book.

“Gwen.”

Jenna stared at Danni for a second in disbelief, jumped up from her chair, and sped around Danni so quickly Danni had no time to even react. She followed the running child into the den.

Jenna picked up the phone. “Gwen?!”

“Yes, honey. It’s Gwen. Can I come over? It’s important.”

“Of course. Is it about –“

“Shh!” Gwen warned. “Don’t say anything over the phone.”

Jenna caught herself and said, “Okay. Hurry, though. Please?”

“I will, sweetie. Don’t answer the door for anyone but me, though, okay?”

“Okay,” Jenna said, but Gwen had already hung up. Come over? Jenna thought to herself as she hung up the phone. She never comes over anymore. It’s too dangerous.

This had to be about her mom! What else could it be? Would she be able to talk to her today? Jenna’s legs became weak and she had to sit down.

Danni, in the meantime, had stood listening to Jenna’s side of the conversation and was puzzled.

Jenna grinned at her. Danni, of course, knew nothing of the search for her mom, since it was not discussed in the house at all to spare Jenna’s feelings. All she knew was that Jenna had been raised by Kayleigh since she was seven because her mother was taken away. She had assumed she was in prison. Therefore, Danni had no idea who Gwen was or the importance of the woman to Jenna’s life. Jenna quickly explained about her mother and Gwen’s search for her.

Danni had to sit down as well.

********

The doorbell rang and Jenna ran to answer the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw it was Gwen, as expected.

“Gwen!” Jenna yelled and jumped into the woman’s arms, hugging her with all her strength and kissing the woman on the lips.

Danni stood back and watched this exchange, smiling. She noticed Gwen’s hands went to the girl’s butt and held her up by clasping those cute cheeks beneath the girl’s cotton panties.

However, as Jenna introduced her tongue into the kiss, Gwen pulled back and composed herself.

“There’s no time for getting too involved with sex, sweetie. There’s a lot I have to tell you.”

Jenna realized she agreed with the woman. She needed to hear the news Gwen had driven over to share.

She looked at Danni and said, “Hi, I’m Gwen.”

Danni chuckled. “So I noticed. I’m Danni.”

“The schoolteacher, right?” asked Gwen, and this surprised Danni. She knew the woman was a private investigator and was good at her job, but how did she know about her?

Seeing the look of consternation on Danni’s face, Gwen continued, “Carmen is my niece,” she said to explain her knowledge. “She’s talked about all of you here.”

“What has she said?” Danni wanted to know before she realized that this woman was obviously okay with what they were doing. Jenna had begun sticking her tongue into Gwen’s mouth, after all, which suggested they had been intimate in the past.

“Nothing really important. Don’t worry. I’m not planning on telling anyone about the various relationships in the family. Anyway, who am I to caste stones? I’m in a relationship with Carmen and her sister, Clare.”

Gwen finally put Jenna down and said, “We need a place to sit down. I have news for you.”

“Good news?” Jenna asked, grinning.

“I hope it is. I think so. I’m sorry it took me a while to get here from my place. It took a bit longer because I had to make sure I wasn’t being tailed. We wouldn’t want anyone getting suspicious when we’re this close to rescuing your mother.”

Jenna grinned at that as they went to the den and sat down. Gwen had to hurry. Bogota’s time is two hours later than Los Angeles, and it was 12:53 in L.A., so it was seven minutes til 3:00 in Bogota, the time she was supposed to call.

“I’ve spoken with the man who works for the man who is holding your mother. He’s this man’s chauffeur. He told me to call at 3:00 his time, which is 1:00 our time, and we could possibly speak to your mother.”

Really?!” Jenna shouted, glancing at the clock. Seven minutes! she thought. I’ll be talking to my mother in seven minutes!

“Yes, really. I’m going to place the call in a few minutes. You must let me speak to her first, though. I have to make sure it’s safe.”

Jenna stood and jumped up and down, pumping her arms and shouting. Her excitement would not allow her to sit still. It took a moment to get her to calm down enough to be able to talk to her mom.

“You can’t talk to your mom if you’re hopping and shouting,” Danni said with a smile.

Finally, her hand shaking, Gwen reached for the phone beside her seat and began placing the call.

********

Carlo stood in Cindy’s bedroom, holding his phone. Cell phones had only been made available in Colombia fairly recently, and Pablo had bought him one in case he needed to get in touch with his chauffeur. He hoped incoming calls would not show up on the bill. Supposedly, incoming calls would not be charged to the phone, so he prayed that meant they weren’t printed on the monthly bill.

He also hoped Pablo did not attempt to call him. He was on the other side of the house with new little girls he hoped to buy. They were twins, only eight years old. The moment Carlo had seen them, he pitied them greatly. Their lives would never be good.

When Carlo had excused himself, Pablo was making the girls do things with each other, things they obviously didn’t want to do, at least not in front of a strange man and the man who was selling them. That’s why Carlo had excused himself from the room. He felt he was intruding on the girls’ privacy. He saw no problem if the girls wanted to do that when alone, but being forced to in front of others sickened the chauffeur.

Now, three o’clock was approaching.

“Are you sure this is not a trick?” Cindy asked him.

“That is what the woman worried about with me,” he said. “That I was part of a trick.”

Cindy realized that could be a ruse to get Carlo’s guard down, but she doubted it. Besides, she was willing to take that chance if it meant she would be able to talk to her Jenna.

She tried to picture her daughter at twelve, but she was having a hard time. She remembered every nuance of her face when she’d last seen her. Every angle, the shape of her lips, the curve of her ears. She even remembered the wonderful sex she had enjoyed with her beautiful daughter, but pushed that image away. She was about to talk to Jenna; sexual fantasies about her right now were inappropriate. Still, Cindy’s memory of the girl rose from the depths of her mind like a phoenix.

But she would be taller now, maybe even developing into a young woman with a flare of the hips and a swelling of her breasts. In fact, she was almost surely filling out like that.

Growing up.

Without her mother.

Cindy felt tears stinging her eyes and blinked them away. This was no time for sadness over what had not been. It was a moment for hope.

She jumped when Carlo’s phone rang, staring at it as if it were a lifeline to heaven and an escape from this hell.

Carlo held the phone to his ear.

“Este es Carlo.”

“Carlo, this is the woman you spoke to earlier today. Is it safe?”

“Si, yes, it is safe. For now.”

“Cindy’s daughter is needing to talk to her mother. Is she there?”

“Yes. Here she is.”

Cindy nearly snatched the phone from Carlo’s trembling hands. Her own hands were shaking so badly, she thought she might drop the phone, but the idea that it was a lifeline struck her again, and she held tightly to it.

“Hello? This is Mommy, honey!”

“I’m sorry, Cindy. This is Gwen. I’m a private investigator Kayleigh hired to find you. I’ll let you speak to Jenna in a moment. She’s about to pee her panties she’s so anxious to talk to you. I just wanted to tell you we are working on a way to get you out of there. Now that we have a way to communicate, we will be speaking with some regularity to make those plans. Are you willing to do whatever you must do to get away from there?”

“I’d kill anyone in my path, if only I could have a weapon to kill them with,” Cindy said.

Then, she was there. Jenna’s voice, sounding older now, but definitely her voice, traveled across the miles in a millisecond.

“Mommy!”

“Sweetheart! Oh, my baby! I love you so much!”

“I love you, too, Mommy! I miss you!”

They were both crying now. Sobbing, actually. They struggled to keep their words understandable through the tears.

“Are you doing okay?” Cindy asked and realized that was a ridiculous question.

“I am now!’ came the reply.

“Oh, God, so am I. I thought I’d never hear your voice again!” Cindy said.

“Same here. I love Kayleigh and Cheryl, and everyone in this family, but I want you!” she said, nearly shouting in her excitement.

“I want you too, baby. Badly. I’ll be home one day soon, though. Keep the faith. I’ll be home.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“I hope it’s okay, but I masturbate thinking of you sometimes.”

Cindy giggled, almost delirious with joy. “I do the same thing and think of you, baby!”

Cindy thought how she had been correct in her thinking. She had wanted to be sure Jenna was left with someone who would nurture her sexual desires, not inhibit them. Jenna still remembered their times together and wanted them again as badly as she did. She silently thanked Kayleigh.

Then the woman, Gwen, was on the phone. “I know you two have a lot of catching up to do, and I hate like hell to end this call, but I have to. I don’t want to take any chances that might spoil my plans to get you back here where you belong,” she said.

“No, not yet. Please. I want to talk to her some more!” Cindy begged, though she knew this woman was correct. They could be discovered at any moment, and phone use was a death sentence for her.

“I understand, believe me, but I have to end the call. We’ll set another one up tonight for tomorrow or the next day, and you can talk to your daughter again. We just have to limit the time you are talking together.”

“Okay,” Cindy said with reluctance. “I know. I just…” She could think of nothing else to add since words weren’t necessary.

“We will talk again soon. Be happy. This will end soon, I promise you,” Gwen said. “I need to speak to Carlo again.”

Cindy handed the phone back to Carlo, and they made arrangements to set up another call for the next day if possible. Gwen gave him her email address as well as her phone number in case he needed it. Carlo said he would contact her by email tonight.

********

Jenna was sobbing, but she was also happier than she’d been in a long time. Her mother was alive. She’d spoken to her. Her mother still loved her… still wanted her… even fantasized about her the way she did about her mother.

She went to the window and looked out.

It was the most beautiful day she’d seen in years.

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