by Darrell King
Valentino had been gone for two days on one of his many drug runs to Bogota. Dr. Goddard entered his guestroom, undressed, and enjoyed a hot shower before deciding the scope of his day’s activities. He’d been particularly horny this morning and seemed to have maintained a steady hard-on since breakfast. No matter what he did to take his mind off of his heightened libido, nothing had worked. So he peeked out of his bedroom door into the silent spacious living room. Seeing or hearing no one there, he quickly walked into the living room nude, except for a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He was dripping wet from the shower. He snuck an X-rated DVD from Valentino’s extensive collection, which filled the top of the entertainment center, and sprinted back into his room, only partially closing the door in his haste to view the porn film.
The lust-filled young doctor immediately went to work setting up his laptop computer and placing the disk entitled Cum Drinking Sluts #4. Once the title, credits and film music began playing on the computer screen, Goddard turned off the desk lamp and pulled the curtains closed at the windows. He then positioned the laptop on top of the nightstand facing the bed. Dr. Goddard, now feverish with lust, threw off his bath towel, poured a huge quantity of baby oil into the palm of his left hand and began slowly stroking his thick, heavily veined man meat, which throbbed with pleasure with each up and down stroke Goddard applied to himself. As the erotic action on the screen intensified, so did Dr. Goddard’s masturbatory accompaniment.
Lost in the throes of self gratification, Dr. Goddard’s guttural groans and grunts must have traveled throughout the still, early-morning atmosphere of the house. When the doctor looked over toward the doorway, he was shocked to find that the three young maids were standing in the threshold looking on with voyeuristic delight.
The three girls were all young, maybe 19 or 20, the doctor thought. The one nearest to the entrance with a curly black mane tumbling down her back and across her suntanned shoulders in silky, ebony-hued bangs seemed no older than 18. All three were bronze-skinned beauties, possessing tight, young, shapely bodies with firm, well-rounded breasts, hips and buttocks.
Dr. Goddard’s shock turned into approval as the three hot-blooded Puerto Rican seductresses waltzed into the room, one after the other, and disrobing as they entered.
“Oh, my God, Marissa, he is soooo fine! And look at his dick … it’s so damn thick! I wanna fuck him right now!” said the youngest of the three girls as she slowly stepped out of her nightgown, leaving it crumpled in a powder blue heap on the floor at her feet.
“Hey Papi! You don’t gotta jack off,” another one of the girls told the doctor, “‘cause we been wantin’ to fuck yo’ fine ass for a while now. We wanna ride and suck that big dick o’ yours right now! Please, Papi! Don’t make us beg for it, please … we can’t take it anymore! Please fuck us! Cause I know that you won’t turn down the chance to fuck three young, horny girls like us, will you?”
The youngest-looking girl crawled onto the plush, queen-sized bed while taking Dr. Goddard’s erect member into her soft hands. Goddard’s breathing hastened as he locked eyes with the raven-haired beauty peering at him with wanton lust from between his hairy thighs. He moaned with bliss as the gorgeous teenager slowly stroked his thick, curved dick while fondling his heavy, shiny black testicles. She teased him by blowing gently on the large, purple-colored head of his manhood and drained a sticky rivulet of pre-cum from down the middle of the dark, swollen shaft as it trickled across her slender fingers as her equally attractive companions looked on with excitement.
“Get the fuck up outta here y’all triflin’ ass bitches!” a booming voice announced, shattering the erotic dreaminess of the moment. “You don’t fuck with this man. You understand? This man is on some official business that y’all lil’ ignorant asses don’t know shit about, feel me? You don’t know what you bitches are doin’! This man ain’t one o’ them lil’ weekend johns y’all be trickin’. This here is a muthafuckin’ doctor, bitch! An Army Doctor! Y’all hoes make him sick, and we all gonna die in a couple of months. Take y’alls dumb asses back to your fuckin’ hoe house in the backyard before I put my foot in y’alls asses!” Valentino yelled while finishing his rant.
“We’re sorry, Papi. We won’t ever do it again! P…please forgive us,” the oldest girl begged Valentino, trembling before her pimp as he towered above her.
“You goddamned right you ain’t ever gonna do this hot shit no more, bitch, cause from this point on, none o’ y’all hoes gonna come back into my house no more unless I give you permission to! I’m only gonna have a bunch o’ old broads cleaning and cooking up in here from now on. Y’all gonna just straight turn tricks and that’s it! You hear what I’m sayin’?”
The three embarrassed and frightened girls gathered up their clothes, skulking sheepishly past an angrily frowning Valentino, who sharply smacked each of them as they went pass. As the three sobbing teen prostitutes ran from the trailer, Don Valentino turned to face the doctor.
“They’ll be awiight … after I drop off a couple ounces o’ powder to them hoes. They’ll forget about this whole incident. Trust me, doc. But you … c’mon, dawg, I know you need some ass just like the next man. But I told you before that these broads was HIV positive, didn’t I? I told you how slick and scandalous these hoes was, didn’t I? They got to have dick. These three young bitches is my most go-hard tricks. They’ll fuck a horse if I leave ‘em alone long enough. But you playin’ Russian roulette with your life fuckin’ round with these tricks workin’ here. You of all people should know this shit! I ain’t gonna be responsible for you getting’ burnt by one o’ these dirty pussy bitches, besides, I need you to stay healthy long enough to do what you gotta do to make me better. Then you can fuck whoever you want after that.”
As Valentino departed down the hallway away from the nude, unsettled Dr. Goddard, the doctor immediately ejected the porn film that played continuously on the laptop computer screen and tossed the disk across the room before hanging his head in frustration and shame. Valentino was right. Had the doctor made the mistake of bedding any of the three HIV-positive prostitutes to whom Valentino had been administering doses of Biomax-O unbeknownst to Goddard, he would’ve suffered a swift and cruel death.
How could he have been so careless and stupid, he thought to himself as the strange sounds of tropical creatures entered his room from the surrounding jungle beyond. After a few minutes of self evaluation, the doctor began the preparation of his day’s activities.
By the end of June, Dr. Goddard had just about fully treated Valentino and was looking forward to leaving Puerto Rico for the mainland, U.S. Over the span of weeks spent at the drug dealer’s compound, the young Army doctor had seen far too much of the evil of Valentino’s criminal world, and it totally sickened him.
Drug and sex-buying clients provided constant traffic at all times of the day and night, which often provoked Valentino furious temper and frightening violence. On occasions, drug users would knock on the door at early morning hours disturbing the doctor’s sleep. Valentino and his henchmen, at times, brutally assaulted clientele who proved to be delinquent or who abused his whores, leaving the poor bastards broken and bloodied on the green, well-manicured lawn of Valentino’s home. Afterwards, these unfortunates usually ended up on the side of a lonely road somewhere on the outskirts of La Perla or the rainforest’s edge. Sometimes they survived, but for the most part they succumbed to their injuries or met their end at the hands of La Perla’s roaming street gangs or the dangerous animals of the dense jungle. Either way, customers realized that interacting with Valentino could be hazardous, at best, and behaved accordingly in his presence. At any time, Valentino’s temper could flare out of control, bringing danger to anyone in the line of fire.
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On July 8, a couple from one of the small towns near the valley drove up to the compound gates hurling threats at the trailer and demanding that their daughter be released unto them immediately.
“Valentino! You will relea
se our Maria to us at once or I will drive my truck through these gates and take her myself!” the girl’s father bellowed angrily as he shook the gate furiously for several minutes.
Valentino peeped through the curtains and dialed several numbers on his cell phone and calmly gave orders in Spanish to his men patrolling the surrounding property to respond to a code red at the front gates. He ended the call, and nonchalantly walked into his spacious kitchen and seated himself as two old ladies prepared him an afternoon snack. Within ten minutes of Valentino’s phone call, the couple’s old blue truck was surrounded by four Land Rovers, which unloaded at least a dozen AR-15 bearing militia men who fired round after earsplitting round of white hot lead into the surprised man and his equally astonished wife.
“Oh, Mary, Mother of God, have mercy on us! Aaallleee!” screamed the terrified señora, as the gunmen leapt from the interior of the vehicles surrounding them.
The scene haunted Dr. Goddard’s thoughts for several days, afterwards causing him to endure constant headaches and terrible nightmares. During the month of July, Dr. Goddard continued administering Valentino’s Biomax-O shots, as well as educating the drug dealer in the knowledge of self-injection.
When Valentino was away from the compound, Goddard explored the full expanse of Valentino’s home, often finding stashes of packaged narcotics or stacks of cash hidden away throughout the trailer in cabinets, behind boxes in closets, and under beds and couches. The young doctor often wished that he could contact the authorities or someone, anyone, about Valentino’s lawlessness, but he could do little but observe. He was on an official top-secret military assignment and quite obviously the Army and the World Health Organization must’ve known better than anyone that Lucien Valentino was a notorious felon who’d largely contributed to much of La Perla’s drug-related crimes.
Once during one of Goddard’s unauthorized investigations of Valentino’s property, he noticed a lone van parked toward the west end of the yard just outside the gate. It was running, yet Goddard couldn’t see anyone sitting inside. His curiosity overcame his caution and he approached the van from the rear gate.
“Did somebody just leave their vehicle running like this?” Goddard said to himself as he approached. “Hello! … Hello! Is anybody in there?” Dr. Goddard announced himself loudly as he stood outside of the passenger’s side window. He could barely see through the dark tint of the glass, so he placed his right hand on the door handle. He tugged, but it didn’t so much as budge an inch. Again, Goddard attempted to pull the van’s door open, but to no avail. Finally, he forced open the door with a third and final yank. What he saw caused him to recoil in horror.
A dead Puerto Rican youth lay stiff across the driver and passenger’s seats. His hands and feet were bound with electrical tape as well as his mouth. A bloody bullet hole leaked gore from the center of his forehead with a large portion of his rear skull blown all across the leather seats and floor. The doctor quickly realized that the young man was not the only victim, but three more bodies were heaped across each other in the back of the van as well. It was noon and the summer sun was at its zenith in the bright blue Puerto Rican sky, bringing the temperature to nearly 100 degrees. The bodies must’ve been sitting in the van under the hot sun for quite some time now, because bloating had begun and the stench was unbearable.
Dark clouds of swarming flies buzzed with a loud monotonous drone as they covered the van’s interior. Dr. Goddard turned and fled the scene as fast as his legs could carry him back toward the entrance of the yard. As Dr. Goddard locked the heavy gate doors behind him, he proceeded along at a rapid pace through the gorgeous Japanese-style garden leading to the double-wide trailer that Valentino called home. Once back safely inside, Goddard immediately retired to his dimly lit room where he plopped down onto the large, comfortable bed and quickly fell into a deep, though troubled, sleep that was haunted by ghastly visions of bullet-riddled corpses and bloody car seats.
The very next day, Valentino invited the doctor out onto the patio for dinner with him. The two men were entertained by a troupe of exotic dancers from a local strip club as they dined. Half way though the late evening meal, Valentino and Dr. Goddard both applauded the twelve lovely Boriquas who’d come upon the patio one after the other in five minute sessions to perform before them as they ate. Valentino paid the women handsomely and bid them farewell as his hardcore bodyguards escorted them back to the van awaiting outside the compound gates.
“Well, it’s been real nice havin’ you here, doc. I hope you enjoyed your lil’ trip to Puerto Rico. But it’s already July 14, and I know you ‘bout to leave any day now, so I wish you well in your medical and military career. And I guess I’ll see you when I see you, champ. My folks ‘round here will take care o’ you until next week when the Army flies you outta here, awiight?” Valentino said to his guest as he finished up his savory meal of lamb and black beans and rice.
“Wait a minute, Valentino … what do you mean your folks will take care of me? Where the hell will you be?” a puzzled Dr. Goddard asked with immediate concern.
“Oh, you ain’t know? I got shit all set up in the states right about now. I’m ready to take you up on that offer of becoming the leasing consultant of the Brightseat Garden Apartment complex. I just had to put some things in place before I settled in, you feel me? But to make a long story short, I’m up out this bitch at 12:35 a.m. tonight. I’m hoppin’ a private redeye flight out to a small regional airport in Virginia, not far from Dulles. Besides, I gotta pick up some money from a couple o’ cats from Capitol Heights. Calm your nerves, cause you know just enough Spanish and these muhfuckas ‘round here know just enough English to make for smooth sailing until you bounce during the coming week.”
He continued, “You gonna be wined and dined three times a day, as always. You got full access to anything in the house you’d like. You got protection from my bodyguards 24/7, and if you want some pussy, all you gotta do is say the word and my man, Hector, whose in charge o’ my security team, will go out and bring back some clean hoes from around the way for you to smash off, free of charge. Then when it’s time for you to roll out, my bodyguards will take you back to downtown Old San Juan where you can meet up with your superiors at the naval base. Sounds good?” the drug lord asked as he concluded his offer.
“Not really, Valentino. You see, I’m not comfortable with your lifestyle one bit, and that’s when you’re actually here. So I know without a shadow of a doubt that I won’t be able to stand it here alone with your prostitutes, drug dealers, and thugs. No fucking way, dawg! I want out tonight, Valentino!”
“Look, nigga! What I do out here is my own fuckin’ business not yours, so don’t go judgin’ me and shit! Your monkey ass came here to use me as a muhfuckin’ lab rat. Ain’t nobody ask for you or the muhfuckin’ U.S. Army to come down here fuckin’ with a nigga! Nigga, I do what the fuck I wanna do! And ain’t shit you or nobody else g’on do about it!” Valentino shot back in anger at the doctor’s words.
“Hey, man, that’s your pathetic life, not mine. I came here as an enlisted member of the United States Army and one of the esteemed physicians on the World Health Organization’s Medical Examiners Board. I was assigned to administer doses of an anti-AIDS vaccine, which will save your life, and more importantly, the lives of countless millions of HIV/AIDS sufferers worldwide and for generations to come. So fuck you and your dead-end dope derived ‘hood rich lifestyle. I’ve met my end of the bargain, and now I’m gonna contact Fort Detrick and have a plane here in the next few hours. You have a few cars out back that you’re not using nor do you ever use. Give me the keys and I’ll drive into town my damn self.”
“Awiight, doc. You got it … but I don’t know how far you gonna get once you get up outta the valley, ‘cause you ain’t gonna last two minutes drivin’ through that barrio up the hill. That’s why the cabdriver dropped you off with my man Felix and his girl Rosie, ‘cause them Latin Kings gang members know me and my niggas; they got love for us and
big respect ‘cause they know we ain’t to be fucked with. But let some strange cat try to drive through La Perla like it ain’t no thing. That nigga g’on get dealt with in the worst way. Believe that, my nigga! So go right ahead and go. Shit, you can drive one o’ them whips out back. I got the keys hangin’ on the wall in the kitchen. It don’t matter though; the Army usually has pretty good death benefit packages that will cover all o’ your funeral and burial expenses. And your next o’ kin will be well taken care of,” Valentino remarked sarcastically to the frustrated doctor.
As much as Dr. Goddard hated to admit it, he knew that his drug-dealing host was 100% correct in his grim statements. He would not last fifteen minutes on a trip through the violent slums of La Perla; vehicle or no vehicle. So, reluctantly but wisely, Goddard reconsidered his choices and took Valentino up on his offer to remain on the compound another week before leaving for the mainland.
Then, shortly before Valentino left his home for the airport, Goddard overheard him plotting, in broken Spanish to two bodyguards, Goddards’s murder.
“By the end of the week, Dr. Goddard will have to leave for the states, but we gonna make sure that he doesn’t leave Puerto Rico alive, you feel me? I ain’t got nothin’ personal against dude, matter o’ fact, I kinda like him myself; s’pecially for all the nigga done did for me and my hoes and all. But he just know a lil’ too much dirt on us, know what I mean? I know he’s on some official military top-secret shit and all, but hey, you can never be too careful with muhfuckas, you know. Who knows, he just might turn out to be a snitch. I’d rather be safe than sorry, so drive him through the jungle and then through the barrio. Then once you drive through the front gates, I want you to put two in his skull, leave him in the car, and then shoot the driver too. Go through their pockets and remove their money, credit cards, whatever you gotta take to make it look like a robbery. Since the incident will be staged right outside of La Perla’s gates, no one, including the U.S. Army, will be the wiser.”
