PART 5:
“Why you low-life street filth! When the police get their hands on you they’re going to lock you up forever for messing with me!” the singer spat back at Alma. The gangster smiled, and grabbed the singer by the throat, “Then it’s lucky for me that they don’t come to this neighborhood, isn’t it?”
By this time Janet turned and saw Alma holding the star she was entrusted to transport by the throat and screamed. “We can’t have this,” Clara said, and Lupita nodded, gesturing toward the chauffeur. “Careful!” she called to Alma from a distance, “no damaging the merchandise. Keep her quiet for a bit. I have something to take care of over here, then I’ll be right over.”
Clara had instinctively understood Lupita’s nod and grabbed the driver from behind. While Janet was very fit from jogging, she lacked the strength to struggle significantly against her. Lupita turned and faced her, grabbing the cap off her head and putting it on. “Look, we have no desire to hurt you. But we’ve seen your concern for miss Princess-pants over there and we can’t have you pulling any heroics. I’m gonna need that uniform. Cooperate with us, stay quiet, and I’ll let you keep your underwear. Claro?”
Janet was clearly terrified, so she simply nodded her assent. Lupita and company had a policy for stripping opponents. The shoes had to come off first, most of the time; there was too much kicking danger if they didn’t. Janet remained quiet and didn’t even struggle as Lupita removed her boots. She was surprised to feel a small tingle between her legs as the terrifying, but lovely gangster unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. She was simultaneously petrified and turned on by the powerlessness of her situation. Her black cotton panties were on full view, and she was pleased no one seemed to notice the wet spot forming in the gusset. Next came the jacket and shirt, revealing an equally plain black bra. “Well, limo girl, I like your taste in lingerie,” Lupita commented sincerely, “unfortunately—“ She reached around behind the chauffeur and popped the clasp of the bra. “I thought you said I could keep my underwear.” “Oh, you can. Clara? Tie her hands with the bra. Now stay with us, gringa, we don’t want you to get hurt. What’s your name?”
Janet eyed Lupita suspiciously for a moment before responding. “Janet.” “Well, Janet,” Lupita continued, reaching for her panties, “you just stay quiet and behave yourself and this will all be over in a few hours, max. Oh, what’s this? These are wet as hell! Either Janet needs some depends or…she likes getting stripped and tied up. Glad we could make your day.” Lupita punctuated the statement by forcing the majority of the black panties into Janet’s mouth, and stretching one leg hole around her head to hold it in place. “Clara, go search the car and see what you find.” As Lupita led Janet, hands bound with her bra and mouth gagged with her panties, shaved pussy nearly dripping in anticipation, along the side of the limo, Clara opened the driver side door. “Not there, the passenger part!” Lupita ordered, adding, “pop the trunk as long as you’re there.”
Lupita lifted Janet into the open trunk. “Don’t worry, limo girl, we don’t want to leave you in here long. You’ll get out in a bit, we have a couple things to do first and don’t want you running off.” With that, she closed the trunk, and called Clara over. “What did you find?” “Some wine, a purse, and a dead cell phone.” “I’ll take the wine. Leave the purse here. But we need that phone charged. Take it to Antonia’s store. She has every kind of phone charger there. Get it some juice then come back.” Clara looked disappointed, “But—“ “Look do you want to be part of this gang or do you wanna end up like her?” Lupita gestured to the pop diva being held by Alma. Clara nodded and left with the phone.
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