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Intro: Belize 1981 (Part 2 of 3 )

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Landing at Belize City made me think of what Nam must have been like. A blanket of thick green jungle surrounded the airport. I could see several gun emplacements and military vehicles which I came to find were British. Belize use to be a self governing Crown Colony, formerly British Honduras. The British troops stayed after independence. Guatemala had always maintained that Belize was one of its provinces, and there was fear of an invasion should the British leave.
It was hot and muggy when we landed. It was the rainy season and we disembarked on the tarmac in a heavy downpour. There were three other passengers disembarking. We were directed to the entrance of a small drab, concrete building. We filled out a short form, the immigration officer asked a few perfunctory questions and stamped our passport. Customs amounted to two tables by the door. Three agents, in scruffy uniforms, were lounging about, talking and laughing, while haphazardly going over an enormous pile of goods being brought in by the three returning natives. We only had carryon, and they waved us through, barely looking at us.
We got a cab, a beat up 20 year old Ford, to the hotel. It was a 45 minute drive through mostly scrub and jungle on a badly potholed road. An occasional wooden shack would appear.
The City itself stank. Literally stank. They used open canals for sewage disposal. The cab worked its' way through muddy, rutted, and fetid streets to our hotel, the Fort George, the only hotel worthy of the name in the city. It was solidly built in 1953, but had been poorly maintained.
Our rooms were unusually spacious, with a large balcony overlooking the Caribbean. Unfortunately, they had small, inadequate window air conditioners.
We met in the bar after checking in. There was a boisterous group of mostly blond young men and women, tanned and grubby, drinking. We sat at a corner table relaxing with a Belikins, the local beer. We we're there about a half hour when two, tall, slim girls wearing grimy loose fitting Khakis came over from the rowdy group at the bar. Their hair cut short. Nice figures I noticed as they came close.
"You are Americans?"
They had that slow effete English drawl. What we Americans tend to characterize as snooty.
"Do you mind terribly if we join you. We do have to get away from those ghastly Germans."
They introduced themselves. Penny was a dirty blond, with very pale blue eyes and Maggie a dark eyed brunette. They were with group of backpackers who had just arrived on a banana barge from Honduras. The girls had been travelling alone on a jaunt through Central America studying Mayan culture and I suspect many other things. We chatted for a few minutes then Penny came to the point. "The bartender suggested that you could get us some weed. We're running low." The bartender? What the fuck is that all about? But you must remember that Belize back in those days was not the elegant eco-tourist destination it is now, but generally considered to be the asshole of the universe. No one went there unless they were scuba divers or involved in the drug trade. We were obviously not scuba divers.
Liam told them he had no idea where they could get any, got up and left.
Maggie looked after him as he walked away. "He is certainly a ‘hunk', as I believe you Americans say."
"Isn't he" Myrtle answered. Then she whispered "He's a major drug dealer in the States. "
Jesus Christ! I felt like punching her.
"Really?" They were interested.
"But he's hard to get to know. He's very shy with women. You have to be forward with him."
They seemed very interested.
"The problem though " Myrtle continued "is he's Kinky "
"Kinky? Oh Dear, in what way, darling?"
"Well, if you can believe it, I hear he likes to wear women's underwear, and again you wouldn't believe it with a guy like that, but I understand he likes to be spanked!"
"Spanked, Oh for goodness sake" They laughed, embarrassed.
"What's weirdest though is I understand he likes to wear a dog collar and leash, and have women walk him while he barks."
"Gracious, that's dreadful!" Penny made a face.
"I know. A tough guy like him, I have no idea of how many men he's beat up or killed. But as soon as he's around women, he gets weird. He likes to be ordered around."
I joined in laughing, saying she was just putting them on; planning to strangle Myrtle at the first opportunity.
We chatted a little longer, then the girls went up to their rooms.
"Myrtle, what the fuck is wrong with you. What was all that stupid shit about."
"Oh Hell" she laughed "I was just having a little fun. Those were two of the horniest girls I've ever seen. I wish I could be there when they go to Liam's room and rape him."
"I don't think so. They sounded turned off by all that weird shit."
"Trust me."
My thoughts turned to Myrtle and me. "You know it's pretty God Damn stupid for us to have two rooms. If we're going to work together, for Christ's Sake, we have get to know each other better."
She gave me a long thoughtful look. Christ it's going to happen. My pecker got hard.
"You're right" she finally said "We should. Under the circumstances I'm willing to give you a 10% professional courtesy discount."
SHIT!

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Although I felt like a few more beers I left Eddy and Myrtle in the bar. It bothered me that the bartender sent those girls over for weed.
I would have liked some company for the night but I've found that when there are two of them it's impossible to peel off one girl leaving the other stranded. And Eddy wasn't available. He and Myrtle had some sort of strange relationship going that I didn't understand.
So there I was lying in bed, hot, listening to the little window air conditioner groaning and dozed off thinking what a boring god damn place this was.

A loud knock on the door woke me. It was the two girls from the bar, stoned.
They aggressively pushed themselves in."Darling, we do have some elegant Panama Gold left. Let's liven up this dreadful place."
There is a God in Heaven! "Why not!" I closed the door behind them. They must have just showered. They were wearing shorts and t shirts without bras. They were bright, clean, and smelled like lilacs.
"Now, let's see, you're Penny, and you're Maggie"
They agreed to that.
"We need some beer too."I said and gave Maggie $50 "You go down and get us a dozen bottles. Penny, you get some ice from the ice machine, and fill up the wash bowl. In the meantime I'm going to take a shower."
They snapped to attention, saluted, giggled and went on their way.
I finished my shower. Penny had gotten the ice, and was sitting on the edge of the bed when I came into the room with my towel wrapped around me. I sat beside her and said "I guess we should wait for Maggie?" but put my arm around her and we kissed her tongue darting into my mouth.
We lay back on the bed. I placed my hand on her breast, feeling the erect nipple and that marvelous warmth through the thin cloth.
There was a loud knock on the door. I got up and opened it. It was Maggie. Maggie spotted Penny still lying on the bed "I say, not bloody fair!"  She giggled.
"Look what I was able to get!" She waved around two bottles of Dom Perignon. "The bartender said it was all right to charge them to your room. "
Nice of him I thought.
"We were lucky, these were the last ones he had." Well at least that was lucky.
Maggie popped the champagne, while Penny rolled a joint. Expertly, I noticed.
We filled the water tumblers and toasted ourselves. I kissed each of the girls, pressing their bodies to me, my hand caressing their asses. We finished the champagne and sat on the bed, our backs against the bedstead, the girls on either side of me. They were still dressed but my towel was long since gone. Penny lit the joint and we passed it back and forth.
We didn't talk for a while, enjoying the smoke, then I said "Well tell me, which of you is the better lay?"
"What makes you think you're going to get laid? "Asked Maggie.
"For some reason the Gentleman has gotten the impression that we're easy." Said Penny.
"A larger question facing us is whether YOU are any good." Maggie pointed to my erect penis, then they both burst into uproarious laughter.
When it subsided Penny turned grabbed me by the balls and said "Do you REALLY think you can handle both of us?" and kissed me, her tongue again snaking into my mouth.
Maggie meanwhile got out of bed and refilled the tumblers with champagne.
"I'd like to dance" she announced. She turned on the radio, but the only music she could get were standards from the 30's. I got up from the bed and we danced.
"Myrtle said you were shy"
"You can't believe anything Myrtle says"
"I didn't think so"
"We were doing a slow, close fox trot, and I was softly rubbing my hand over her rear while we gyrated. We kissed again our tongues playing with each other.

Meanwhile Penny was rolling another joint.
We joined her, again laying back on the bedstead, and passed it around.
Then Penny got up and began doing a striptease to the music becoming totally naked while Maggie and I hooted and applauded.
I don't remember much more of the night. There was dancing, we were aggressive, we were languorous, we made up games. It was light hearted. Perhaps even giddy. It's hard not to be giddy when you're in bed naked and stoned with two beautiful nubile girls.
They weren't bi. They would kiss and caress each other frequently, and one would fondle and kiss the other's breast, but that was the extent of it. They concentrated on me, and I on them. Sometimes we rested, the three of us cuddled together, sometimes we even dozed. And we fucked.
At one point Maggie asked if I wanted to be led on a leash like a dog.
"What? "
"I didn't think so."
"I would though" Penny slurred.
"Me too!" Said a gleeful Maggie.
So we made collars and leashes by tying together the bath towels. And the girls went around on all fours barking. Then Maggie padded up beside me and lifted her leg. We all collapsed in laughter. Funniest damn thing that ever happened.

We awoke late the next morning, entwined together. "God I feel like shit" Maggie said.
We all did. I had my morning erection. Penny looked at it with repugnance."We'll have to deal with that later. If I put that damn thing in my mouth one more time I'll puke all over you."
Strangely they were both wearing a strip of white rag taped to their left bosom with a band aid. I had one as well. What the hell was that all about?
Then I remembered. Early in the proceedings I had jokingly admonished them to give it all they had; to reach deep inside themselves and come up with the performance of their lives. To excel as they had never before excelled! With affected pomposity I explained I would be evaluating them and would award a Gold Medal to whichever of them was the best piece of ass. They giggled. They giggled a lot that night.
Towards the end of the evening they demanded their evaluation and that I produce the Gold Medal. I was stumped for a moment. Then I told them they were both so magnificent that they exceeded the Gold Medal requirements and instead I was going to award them both the prestigious White Banner for Extraordinary Sexual Prowess. I took out a clean handkerchief and used my pocket knife to cut it into three ragged one inch strips. Maggie retrieved some band aids from her purse. I called "'ten hut!" and they lined up at attention, tits sticking out bravely. We were all naked. I solemnly approached them, swaying slightly, and taped the awards on their left breasts. "Excellent performance men!" I said officiously. "I'm proud of you and your devotion to duty." I staggered back slightly and saluted. Maintaining a very serious demeanor they saluted back.
"Dismissed!" They fell back on the bed giggling.
"Now me." I said.
"Now you what?" asked Maggie
"My award."
"Liam, as you said" Penny answered "this is a highly prestigious honor. We can't just go about awarding it willy-nilly."
"Perhaps a Bronze" Maggie interjected.
"Yes definitely a Bronze." Penny answered. "But Liam, you must reach deep inside yourself and give it all you have!"
"Yes, if you can step it up a few notches we'll see. Perhaps a Silver." Maggie said encouragingly.
"I'm the General and I'll do as I please." And I taped the rag on myself.
"Oh, you'll do as you please, will you!"
And they both crossed their legs and folded their arms over their bosoms giggling.
I sat down on the edge of the bed befuddled. I couldn't remember where this was going. What to do next. I spent a lot of time that night befuddled.
"Of course if he really is the General" Maggie said "we could be in big trouble."
"Apt to get a good hiding."
"Probably won't be able to sit for a week."
I love girls who are willing to give directions to a confused male.
"I am the General. I said so didn't I? Why would I say so if I wasn't?"
They agreed that I made an excellent point.
"You first "I pointed to Penny. She scampered across the bed, her breasts flouncing, and settled on my lap. God what a cute, smooth, round rump. I started slapping it, but barely hard enough to sting.
Then a strange thing happened. The lightheartedness seemed disappear, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.
"Harder!" Penny whispered hoarsely, looking back at me frantically. I brought my hand down in hard stinging blows. She cried out, then began whimpering; writhing under the blows. I found myself becoming aroused. My striking her was making me much, much too aroused. I was losing control. I became frightened and roughly pushed her off. Maggie was crouching beside me staring intently, her eyes burning.
She crawled quickly onto my lap. God that enticing smooth pale body. Those inviting cheeks. I could no longer restrain myself. I came down hard, again and again and again.

The next morning we showered, dressed gingerly and sullenly went down for some juice, heads throbbing. Ah Yes! The party's over! There was a no interest in sex or food.
The English girls checked out and we all climbed into the old Range Rover we had rented. The girls were headed for Mexico, and I had apparently agreed last night that they could go with us as far as Orange Walk.
Belize had three major divisions. Generally speaking the south was primarily Indian, living a traditional life based on slash and burn agriculture. The center was the most heavily populated, and contained Belize City. It was principally black, the blacks controlling the country. The north was Mestizo, but contained three white Mennonite colonies of varying degrees of orthodoxy.
The north was where the Marijuana was grown and the town of Orange Walk was the center for the trade.
One of the Mennonite communities was completely modern, and deeply involved in the business. It was Fritz Baumgartner, a member of this community, who we were on our way to find.
The Range Rover was the only vehicle available for rent. It felt like it had no shocks. In fact it had no shocks or air-conditioning for that matter. It had light cloth cushions placed over painfully hard steel seats. Eddy was beside me, the girls crowded into the back. Though the rain stopped it continued uncomfortably muggy with a hot sun now beating down on us. We jounced our way through the crowded, potholed, rutted streets of Belize City accompanied by muttering and loud curses from the back seat. As we left the city we emerged onto a smooth, totally straight paved road recently built by a foreign development organization. We travelled on it through the bush to Orange Walk, about 60 miles north. We passed through no other towns and did not see another car. The girls calmed down and were chattering away more relaxed now. Soon Marijuana smoke began to waft forward.
The road gave out just before we got to town, and we were back to a broken up, potholed, semi-paved muddy road.
As in Belize City, the houses were mostly wood but with some stucco mingled in. We reached the town center, a roundabout featuring a weathered white tower holding a non functioning clock, turned right and parked beside a Chinese restaurant. This was the rendezvous point. It was a big, high ceilinged, clean place with ceiling fans but no air conditioning. Myrtle went to the back of the restaurant to find the owner, and the rest of us sat ordering Belikins. Surprisingly the place was relatively cool. There were a couple of Latino looking middle aged men in straw cowboy hats sitting in one corner, and a group of five American kids at another table posturing with tough guy, surly looks.
What is it with guys like this. It wasn't just the kids either. They made me think of primitive warriors made up to look fierce, emitting blood curdling screams in an attempt to frighten their enemies. And if the enemies didn't frighten they would run like hell.
Myrtle came back and sat down, "OK, he remembers me as it happens. And he's already sent
someone to find Fritz. Those guys" she nodded at the five tough guys "are also looking for him. It's apt to be a couple of hours, so we might as well relax." She looked at me and the girls. "You have time for a quickie." She winked at the girls. They were not amused. We ordered some Chinese food and settled back to wait.
"I wonder if those chaps are heading up to Mexico" Maggie asked "We might tag along with them."
Eddy went over with a friendly grin to chat them up, but they responded with surly grunts, and tough guy looks.
"I think I'd stay as far away from them as possible" I told Maggie.

About three hours later a short, stocky ruddy faced man walked in wearing dungarees and a broad brimmed straw hat. This it turned out was Fritz. I saw one of the guys from the other table start to get up and Fritz wave him down.
Myrtle greeted him with a hug and a peck on the cheek.
She then introduced the rest of us. Fritz wanted us to go with him to meet his partner, who was about 15 minutes away. We told Maggie and Penny to wait for us, and that we'd find them a place to settle for the night.
As we were going out the door Fritz stopped at the other table, spoke briefly to the young men, then joined us.
While we were walking to his car he asked Myrtle "Did everything go well with your last load? I see you have new friends this time."
"It went very well" she answered "Buddy doesn't like Belize. He said it's too primitive for him. So we came instead."
Fritz's partner was a short, thin, swarthy Mestizo, in his 40's. His house was a small dark sparsely furnished adobe. He gave us all beers, but didn't say much. We looked at some samples and set up the time and place for the pickup. Myrtle and Eddy were to come down, check out the product and watch it get loaded. I would meet the plane. Always the thoughtful gentleman I asked if it was possible to get a small amount of product for Maggie and Penny. Fritz laughed and looked at Diaz. Diaz got up, left the room, and smiling came back with a pound of it.
Fritz said for pretty girls like that it's free.
The meeting didn't take long. When we returned to the restaurant Maggie and Penny were sitting at the other table talking to the tough kids.
"Good news " Maggie called over "These chaps are heading for Texas tomorrow, and they agreed take us across the border to Quintana Roo."
Fritz walked over to the table, shook hands with the apparent leader of the group. He apologized for the delay, and asked them to meet him outside by his truck. When they left Fritz gave the girls their present
"Oh what a Dear Thank you."
"Look" he said, "I don't want you going north with those boys. I don't trust them. There's a hotel, Tony's, about 30 miles north of here in Corazel, close to the border. I'll have someone take you there now. I have business in Quintana Roo in the morning. I'll cross you, and save you all the red tape. You'll be safe in Mexico. They have a good bus system and the men are very chivalrous. The Mexican authorities don't care about pot. Just don't try to take any into the states. Give away anything you have before trying to cross. He waved over a young man who had been standing a few yards away."Frederick will take you to Tony's. I'll see you sometime in the morning. Incidentally there are some British army officers staying there. You'll have some company."
Shit I bet they will. I was consumed with jealousy. Get a grip I thought. You were with them one night and will never see them again. But it didn't help. I wanted to go with them to the Hotel and ward off the lechers.
We said our goodbyes. Penny reached out, took my hands in both of hers, smiled and winked saying "It was delightful" Then kissed me on the cheek, laughed and walked away. Maggie gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss, stuck her tongue in my ear, and whispered "woof! woof!"

 

 

 

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