I Want Her to Know What Love Is

My son-in-law died suddenly 5/14, and I know that's going to throw a crimp in my writing and publishing for awhile. Please put my daughter in your thoughts and prayers. In this chapter, Cancun gets a more thorough cleansing, and someone else is rescued who went to high school with Rooster and Sonia. This chapter has group sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, and violence. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editing. This is a copyrighted work and not to be altered, changed, edited or copied without the express written permission of the author. ©️Copyright, 2026

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 34

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 34

An Old Classmate

An Old Classmate

While there were a few bullet holes in the bus, it was drivable and available, so they sent us all back to Cancun on the bus after the questions were over, with a couple of policemen riding back, replacing the dead bodies, just in case, and for any further inquiries. Ron, Randa, Amy and Lucia were thanking those of us who'd helped save the bus with a lot of hugs, or handshakes, depending on the gender. The passengers were finally introduced to Geoffrey and Marjory, Hong Kong police, who were helping the Chinese government investigate Chinese women taken in slavery and sold in Latin America.

I was reasonably certain that any of the saviors on the bus could have gotten laid by at least three passengers if they wanted to. There were a lot of questions, most of the passengers not knowing about the human trafficking going on around the resort. And not all the passengers were from the two adjoining resorts. About a fifth were from other hotels in Cancun.

Not one of the regular passengers realized that Marcia was Marcia, and the gray haired lady calmly portrayed the old Mexican woman she pretended to be, completely in character the whole trip, especially with the police on board. I suspect that a quarter of the tourists immediately decided to head back home, wherever that was, while the adrenaline junkies wanted to stay and see what else would happen.

A lot of the slavers ended up being arrested or killed, either during the raids on Francisco's home and headquarters, or at the bus ambush. Francisco and Paulo weren't in either group, but there were no signs of anyone who didn't look like a tourist when we got back to the resort and dispersed. No one believed the threat was over yet with a couple of the big wigs escaping apprehension, so some of Edgar's crew continued to hang around, although most of them were replaced with new faces so they could remain anonymous. The exceptions were Grant, Stephanie and Berserker. Grant gave Berserker and me replacements for the firearms the police had taken, so I remained armed.

Berserker returned to the other resort where he was staying. Qiáng and Měi were back at their room when we returned. Měi informed us that Zhū was already being processed to go back to China.

"Do you have anything similar to what the Greenbriars have in respect to treating former slaves?" I asked.

"We don't," Měi said. "We have contacted Joshua Greenbriar for his help in setting up something similar in China. Someone familiar with the program and operations is meeting with the government in a few days in Shanghai. Over 4000 women a year are taken in China and end up all over the world. We'd like to repatriate them to China if we can. Like Xiu, many of them may choose to remain where they're found, as you're not wrong about the problems they will face if they return home. We hope that having similar shelters will help with the process."

"My understanding, is that former slaves, such as Zhū and Xiu, once they've received treatment and gain some supporting education, make the best counselors for the others eventually recovered. Nobody else can possibly understand what they went through as either of them can," I said. "Just as people who've never been in combat can understand the particular stresses that soldiers face."

"That's true," Měi said. "Police face similar problems upon retirement."

"We would be happy to welcome you to our home if you come to visit Xiu," Sonia said.

"Seconded," Bobbi said. "We were devastated to learn of the things she suffered. It would be good to see some form of reunification with her family."

"Thank you," Qiáng said. "I would happily accept your offer." He looked at Měi and she nodded in response to his unvoiced query. "It is possible that we can go directly there as soon as our investigation concludes, perhaps in a couple of weeks. It would be cheaper than flying back to China first."

"Do any of you know a woman named Drew Hampton?" Měi asked.

"She's someone Rooster and I used to know in high school," Sonia said. "We haven't talked to her in years. How do you know anything about Drew Hampton?"

"She was one of the non-Asian slaves found at Francisco's house. When questioning her about the other Asian slaves, we happened to mention that Robert Johnson had helped find the trafficking ring, and she asked if you were from Minnesota. Since we knew you were, we decided to ask you."

"No wonder she dropped off the radar," Sonia said. "Oh my God. What a fucking coincidence."

"How long has she been a slave?" I asked.

"Six years," Měi replied.

That wasn't good. The longer you were a slave, the worse time you had recovering.

"That is almost as long as it's been since I lost contact with her," Sonia said.

"Is there any chance we can speak to her?" I asked.

"I'll speak to the Mexican authorities and see if it can be arranged. Agent Winston has also been speaking to her. She was someone the FBI had no record of being taken."

"Thanks," I said.

They returned to their room. Since we had time before supper, we enjoyed some rather frenetic sex. For Sonia and me, perhaps, it was the thought that one of our classmates had been enslaved like the other people we'd met, none of whom we'd known before. While Drew, like most of the other cheerleaders, had been one of my tormenters, this was not something I would have wished on her in the slightest. When I thought of how close some of the others we'd met, had come to being enslaved, it brought the lesson home.

For supper, we went to the Eros again for Mediterranean food, and we met the four people we'd helped save from a similar fate. They were still talking about the bus attack and how we'd discovered the slavery ring. While we were eating, we were approached by an employee of the resort, the one who'd taken the water bottle for testing.

"Señor, the management was wondering if they could have a word with you?"

"Now? I'm eating."

"No, señor, but after you're done," he said. "I'll be waiting over there for you to finish. Take your time."

"Can you tell me what it's about?"

"I know they wish to thank you for bringing the slavery problems near the resort to their attention, but they also have a request."

"I see. I'll be happy to speak with them."

"They'd better be thankful," Ron said, "or this fucking resort will soon find itself closing down from lack of customers. I'd make sure the word gets out to every fucking travel agent and tour operator in the US that this place is to be avoided like the plague. I'll come with you if you want, Rooster."

"Not necessary, but thanks, Ron." I said. "You have to remember, this is a global problem, and not one that is this resort's, or even Mexico's problem. I would think that anywhere that nudity is common, can be used to identify people who might make good slaves. On the whole, would you say that you've enjoyed your time at the resort?"

"Sure, since I didn't get enslaved here, but that was due to you and no one else."

"I'd agree," Amy said. "You were the only one who seemed to know what was going on. I've had a good time though. Lucia and I both enjoyed the stay." She squeezed Lucia's hand.

"I was lucky that I'd just been exposed to it. If I hadn't, I might have been as ignorant as anyone else. I'll be happy to talk to them when I'm finished eating."

"Thank you, señor."

"What's your name?" I asked him

"Enrique, señor."

"Why don't you have a seat, Enrique. I won't rush my meal."

"Si, señor." Enrique moved off, but had a seat.

"What do you think they want?" Randa asked.

"Don't know. Maybe they genuinely want to thank me."

"They should be kissing your feet," Ron said.

I laughed. "I'm good. I don't need boot licking."

"How about cock licking?" Lucia said. "I'd volunteer for that."

Bobbi and Sonia laughed. "He's got all the cock lickers he needs, thank you very much," Sonia said. "We give him everything he wants."

I laughed too. "She's right. They keep me pretty drained."

It took another half hour to finish our meal, and Enrique was still waiting patiently. The girls came with me because I wasn't leaving them out of my sight, and we went to the office, near where we'd checked in.

Enrique introduced me to his boss, Salvador Benitez.

"How can I help you, Mr. Benitez?" I asked.

"Mr. Johnson," Salvador said, in impeccable English, "I wanted to let you know that your entire trip here will be comped. You don't have to pay a penny."

"That's quite generous. I'm not sure I need the entire thing paid for, although a discount wouldn't be out of order."

"We're hoping you can train the staff, so in the future they know what to look for to avoid problems like this. How to identify slaves or slavers and who to contact if we do. Could we entice you to stay a couple more days to brief all of our staff. We'll also pay to change your airline tickets. We'd need to use two days, as half of the staff need to continue attending to our guests each day, while the others undergo the training."

"I wouldn't need two days. Two hours in the morning, and two in the afternoon should do it. I wouldn't need to change flights. There are very few things you can actually pay attention to. Mostly, it's an overall awareness. Even two hours training might be more than necessary."

"How did you recognize the young Chinese woman was a slave?" Salvador asked.

"She had a tattoo, which was the Mandarin character for sex slave," I said. "We were looking for possible slaves in Minnesota who were identified with slave markings. I can have those markings sent to you and you could post them around the resort and employee break rooms and locker rooms so the staff learn to recognize them. In addition to some tattoos, branding has been used.

"The slaves believe those markings make it impossible for them to escape, that anyone who sees them will recognize they are escaped slaves and retake them and punish them severely, but the tattoos, brands or other markings can change, so you can't just look for those. Slave behavior will be very similar to submissive behavior, if you're familiar with Dominance and submission."

"The resort does try to cater to those with such fetishes," Salvador said. "We see a few."

"Then you have to look for other clues. Can she read and write the languages she speaks. Slavers want their slaves to understand them, so many of them can speak their owner's language, but they can't read or write it. The Chinese woman was such a new slave here, she didn't speak either English or Spanish, which her owner did. He had other ways of ordering her to do his bidding, which probably included beating her until she understood. It's why she was marked up so much with switch, whip or cane marks.

"Another way of telling if it's a slave or a submissive, is if they do things so nasty and disgusting, almost no rational person would do it. The Chinese woman would suck her owner's cock after he fucked her ass. Only a small percentage of submissives would do something like that. All slaves would.

"Some slavers use recruiters to find and seduce new slaves. If there's someone who does nothing but seduce the young and beautiful, going from one to another, I'd be suspicious of them. Since the resort generally had no complaints or safety issues, it meant that the people taken as slaves weren't taken violently here. They had to be taken either on trips away from the resort, or even on their way back to the airport, which means crooked taxi drivers might be involved. You could be correlating which drivers pick up which passengers, especially those who would most likely be chosen as slaves, and whether or not they reach their destination. You might want to have a list of approved drivers you work with exclusively.

"You should almost never let anyone check out by phone, except under extreme circumstances which you can verify. Your staff also has to be wary of anyone who seems to be giving water or drinks to another guest. It's too easy to drug drinks, so they should be looking for anyone doctoring a drink left alone on a table or bar. If a person seems drunk or inebriated, have a staff member assist them to their room, not another guest, and particularly, if it's the same guest always helping someone to their room. It's easy to drug someone, help them to their room, pack up their stuff, and do a phone check out and they disappear, so do everything in your power not to let those things occur.

"Last, but not least, unless you are supremely confident that the policeman you call is honest, don't call the police if you're suspicious. There were several police officials and politicians arrested recently for their involvement in either human or narco trafficking. The money involved in both makes bribes and coercion of government officials possible, no matter what country they're operating in. The same thing happened in my country. It's not just a Mexican problem.

"So, if you seriously suspect a problem, I'd call this number here." I gave them the work number to Beth Wilson's slavery group. "These people specialize in slavery, and they'll send investigators who know what to look for. They're the ones who trained me to help recognize a slave from someone else. Some of their people assisted me here. I couldn't have done all this on my own. A few of them are going to hang around for a few days, or until the head of the snake is arrested, and in fact, may be the better choice to do your training."

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson. That was quite informative. We'll immediately start instigating some of the changes you suggested."

"Here are the names of a couple of the people targeted here by the slavers. You might want to consider giving them a 25% discount on their stays, and 25% would also be sufficient for me. On the whole, I've enjoyed my time at the resort, and felt the staff acted appropriately. Young Enrique was bringing one of the bottles of doctored water here at my request, and suffered an attack as a result. One of my friends was the one who saved him. He was actually following him to make sure he brought the water here as opposed to disposing of it, so you might want to give him say, a five percent raise, as he appears to be the sort of employee you want to keep."

Enrique had a nice smile when he heard that. I gave Salvador the names of Ron and Randa, and Amy and Lucia.

"I'll take care of it. I appreciate your help."

"You're welcome. If I'm not mistaken, I have one of your massages scheduled shortly. Take care, Mr. Benitez.

"You too, Mr. Johnson."

******

We did have an erotic massage. I'd always liked and enjoyed massages, and enjoyed giving them to others. It's one of the things I first did for Sonia. You know, I needed to do that for Bobbi, too. It was a four handed massage, two people doing each of the massages at the same time. To get some good pointers, I watched the man and woman give each of my honeys a massage first, starting with Sonia, always the more adventurous of the two.

The massage was done to their nude body, but other than the nudity, it was relatively professional. They didn't try to give anyone an orgasm, although I wondered if they would have if we'd asked for it. They were good and Sonia enjoyed it, becoming limp as they worked her fine self. I carried her to the bed while they started on Bobbi, and Sonia curled up into a small ball and told me to hurry to bed when they were done, and to wake her up if necessary for sex.

Bobbi enjoyed hers as well, her body gradually losing some of the tension we'd carried around for a few days. She was very relaxed when they finished.

"Make sure you drink lots of water," the fellow said to Bobbi when he was done. "You need to wash the lactic acids out of your system that the massage released. I've got some here if you need it."

Boing. Maybe it was the natural thing to do. Maybe they did it for every guest, but having had drugged water foisted on me a couple of times already, I was immediately alert.

"Leave three bottles. I'll make sure we all drink some later," I said.

"Sure." He left three bottles on the counter. "Would you like to have your massage now."

"No, I think I'm good. What I really need is some sex. That will relax me more than anything."

"Are you sure?" the woman asked, looking at my exposed cock. "I'd love to give you a massage."

"You saw those two ladies. I can't leave them alone for more than a couple hours. We're on our honeymoon. You know how those things go."

"Well, I won't say I'm not disappointed," she said, "but I understand completely. I'm not that attracted to women, but your two girls were hot."

"That they are. Thanks for the massages. Here's a hundred apiece as a tip. Appreciate everything."

I handed them the bills and saw them out, locking the doors behind them. I put the three bottles in the freezer, so they wouldn't be drinkable until they melted. I hoped like hell they were innocent. They had said something that was worthwhile, though. I got two of our Perriers out of the fridge and gave one to Bobbi, and woke Sonia up so she could drink hers.

Bobbi had witnessed the whole bottle thing and asked if I thought the water was drugged.

"I don't know, but I'm going to be extra cautious tonight. The water will be tested."

"Why did you put it in the freezer?"

"So no one will accidentally drink it."

She smiled and draped her arms around me. "My fucking hero. Now I need a heroic fucking. That massage turned me on."

"Finish your water first. It was a good tip, just not any water from anyone."

"What's going on?" Sonia asked sleepily.

"Our man is still looking after us, babe. We need to take care of him tonight."

"Easy peasy," Sonia said. "The easiest thing I ever did was taking care of Rooster."

"I get him first," Bobbi said. "You get on the bottom and lick my kitty."

"Meow," Sonia said. "You picked the right woman for the job."

They arranged themselves and I found myself thrusting hard into Bobbi until I climaxed. They cleaned themselves and me up, then got me hard again and switched places so I could do it again.

"You know," Sonia said. "In another month, our baby bumps will keep us from doing that for a while. We need to get as much fucking in as we can before that happens."

"Total agreement, Star. We need to fuck him half to death before we get so fat and ugly he won't want to fuck us again."

I laughed. "I don't see that happening ever. I'll bet you two are the sexiest pregnant women of all time."

"We'll find out," Bobbi said, "but I remember what I looked like for my first two kids, and it sure wasn't sexy."

I got up. "Where are you going. Aren't you tired?" Sonia asked.

"I'm setting the alarm."

"What alarm?"

I grabbed the two Perrier bottles. "This alarm."

They watched as I balanced one of the bottles on the door knob, and another one behind the door. If anyone tried sneaking in, they were getting a bullet hole center mass.

The two girls giggled. "I'll lick his balls if you suck his cock," Sonia said. "I bet he has one more erection in him tonight."

"Deal."

I did have one. What do you know?

******

Nothing disturbed our sleep that night, nor, when the water was tested, was it drugged. Just plain old water, and I was being cautious for nothing.