Code Name Tequila Ch. 07

The Brazilian immigration agent looked at the passport. American. April Cho. He looked at the picture, and then up at the woman standing in front of him. Thin, tall Asian woman. The woman smiled. The agent looked back down at the and flipped through it until he found the Brazilian Visa. It was a ninety day work visa.

"Purpose of visit?" the guard asked in monotone English without looking up.

"Work," the woman, April Cho, said.

"What kind of work do you do," the guard asked, hitting a few keys on the keyboard of his computer.

"I'm doing some modelling," the woman said. The guard looked up. She was good looking, but there were hundreds of thousands of beautiful women in Brazil. He blinked a few times, and then looked back down at his computer. Why someone would want to bring in women from another country to model for them was beyond the guard's reasoning, but if the government of Brazil saw fit to give the woman a visa, who was he to argue. The guard took the woman's fingerprints, stamped her passport and passed it back to her.

"Ms. Cho, welcome to Brazil."

* *

The night before, Jarvis Cleethorpe had met April and May at the airport with their new passports. American passports for April Cho and May Juarez, gender listed as female. "Usually you require sexual reassignment surgery before they'd give you passports that say female, but we're the CIA, we get to bend the rules," Jarvis said. "You'll see that the passports are a couple years old and have a number of stamps in them. We faked them up so they look used, rather than brand new, just in case there are any suspicions about you.. You'll also find you have 90 day work visas for Brazil in those passports. It cost a lot to get them done up within a 24 hour period and make them legitimate, but they are real, valid visas."

Jarvis, April and May sat down at an out of the way booth at TGIF. Jarvis took out a file. The guy was always carrying files. He kept his hands over the file and started to speak. "First, Black Oak wanted me to pass on his congratulations for your work at PatGen. There is a lot of information in Patterson's personal files. Unfortunately, the files are encoded, so it will take us some time to break the code and be able to decipher it. However, there were a few things we were able to gleam immediately from the files."

Jarvis took a photo out of his file. It was the inside of a strip club, a few patrons and a couple girls on stage. One of the girls was fully naked, and April and May saw that she had a penis. The strippers were girls just like April and May were.

"Patterson is up to something in Rio, but we aren't sure what exactly. What we do know is that he is using this club, Travestie a Go-Go, as a front and money laundering operation. Travestie a Go-Go is a shemale strip club and..."

May leaned in close. "Wait a second, strip club. Are you expecting us to strip naked in front of strange men?" she asked.

Jarvis grinned. "I'm afraid it's a little more than that. Travestie a Go-Go is a strip club AND brothel. You'll be expected to do more than just strip."

May laughed. "There is no way, you can't make us do this," she said, incredulously.

April was looking at the photograph of the club, not the girls on stage but one of the men in the audience, staring intently at the girl on stage. He was looking up at her with such adoration and lust. April wanted to be adored, to be lusted after like that.

Jarvis leaned back and shrugged his shoulders. "Listen, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. However, you've already gone pretty far down the rabbit hole of being the CIA's two transgendered agents. You can back out, go back to being regular old male agents if you want, but then you'll just be one of a thousand male hopefuls waiting for a break to get into the field. Or, you could continue to explore the opportunity you've been presented, and get out there in the field, working covert ops on one of the most important investigations in the CIA right now. Your choice."

April answered without hesitation. "I'm in. I want to stay in the field," she said. Really, she wanted the eyes of pervy men on her, like the men in the picture.

Jarvis turned to May. "Well, are you going too, or do you want to return that passport to me?"

* *

April picked up her luggage, and looked back to the door from customs and immigration. It opened, and May exited, looking annoyed. She grabbed the bag that April had kindly taken off the belt for her already and said, "I can't believe I am doing this. It's one thing becoming a woman, it's a whole other becoming a fucking whore."

April nearly fainted at the thought. Men, so turned on by her, that they wanted to PAY to have sex with her. No one had ever wanted to pay to have sex with April, not in her past life when she used to be a man. Now she was becoming a woman, and people wanted her so much they were willing to give up their money just to be with her. April felt the cock underneath her dress rising just thinking about it.

The girls walked out of the baggage claim area and into the mass of crowds waiting at the Galeão International Airport. They scanned the crowd, and saw a man in a white linen suit holding up a sign that said "April and May."

The man was glad to see them. "I've suffered many a joke about having to wait two weeks for you," he said. April realized that it was mid-March right now. March in the city named after January river with April and May, she thought to herself and giggled. May was still in a bit of huff about her new role as sex worker to appreciate any humor.

The man took the girls out to a waiting Toyota Land Cruiser, then only then did he introduce himself. "Peter Martinsen, officially an attache with the US embassy here, but in reality I'm the CIA's man in Rio," he said. He put on a Panama hat, a small pair of round sun-glasses and started up the truck. White linen suit, Panama hat, round sunglasses and referring to himself as "the man in Rio," if April and May hadn't actually seen and heard him, they would have dismissed any description of him as being to stereotypical to be believable.

Peter told them a little more about the club, and what was to happen next. "The club is just to the north of the Central Business District. It tends to get some business from the business men coming up from the CBD, but draws in some dock workers from the port areas to the north, so it's a bit of a mixed crowd. Don't worry about not speaking any Portuguese, the manager speaks English and you actually don't deal with the money with the customers, other than any tips they give you while dancing or after 'the deed' is done. A madam negotiates and collects the payment from the men."

May snorted, but April again felt herself growing hard in her panties. She imagined the feeling of a man slipping a dollar bill insider her panties, and she felt the tip of her cock start to wet. She then calmed herself down, she didn't want to cum in her panties before she'd even made it to the club.

Peter continued, "We are in the period of Lent right now, and this is a deeply Catholic country, but you should still find a number of clients for your wares.. There are a lot of transsexuals here in Rio, but you'll be exotic because you're both American. That should bring in the johns. Or, and don't worry about walking around as transsexuals here. They love the girls with dicks down here, consider them a national treasure. You'll be pretty much accepted anywhere, and will find a number of men unconcerned about the fact that you are more than just regular women. The two of you should get some attention at the beach when you go sunbathing."

April thought of the teeny bikini she had packed, and felt her cock rising again. She was so horny, she could barely think straight. She'd either have to find someone to fuck soon or whack off if she was going to keep her mind on the mission.

Peter raced the Toyota down the highway, the air conditioning blasting. It was almost 80 degrees out and pretty humid, even though they were coming to the end of the summer and moving into autumn. "The manager's name is Ayrton de Gama, and he's a sleazy one. I'll drop you off a few blocks from the club, and you can walk over. It's safe during the day. You've should have no problem getting the jobs because they like the Americans here, but no doubt Ayrton will make you 'audition' for him. Hope you girls are ready to suck and get fucked. Once you pass the 'audition,' Ayrton will show you to where you'll be staying. Its not exactly the nicest place, but shouldn't be too many cockroaches. You'll be sharing a room, hopefully that is okay."

The car pulled off the elevated highway that had been running along the water, and headed in land. Peter pulled to a stop in a deserted drive. "Patterson will most likely be here in four days time. In the meantime, see what you can find out from Ayrton. We aren't sure how involved he is in what is this club is a cover for, or frankly what the club is cover for. Hell of an assignment for you girls. Good luck," he said. Peter helped them unload their baggage and pointed them in the direction of the club. The girls walked along the hot streets of Rio, pulling their roller bag behind them, about to embark on their latest assignment from the CIA - undercover whores.

* *

Ayrton de Gama looked at the two women standing before him, nodding slightly. He ran a hand through his thinning black hair, trying to slick down the wispy strands that tended to fly up when left unattended for too long. He ran his hand down his face, over his brown eyes, pug nose and thin lips. He looked down at his hand, and noticed it shiny with the greasy oil, whether from his hair or his face, he didn't know. He wiped his hands on his slacks, and looked back up at the women standing before him.

"April Cho," he said. The thin, tall Asian stepped forward. Ayrton looked up and down her body, barely covered by a micro-skirt black dress. There was a slight hint of a bosom and a small, round ass. "You Thai? The guys here love the Thai."

"Korean-American," April said.

Ayrton snorted, not at the comment, but because he felt a mass of phlegm building up in his nostril. Ever since a rival club owner had hit him with a tire iron last year, he had a problem with his nose running. He leaned forward and squinted, looking closely at April's face. Very feminine looking, not a hint of hair. "Thai, Korea, China, whatever. You Asian boys make pretty girls because you have such dainty faces and don't grow any moustache or beards."

Ayrton stood up and walked out from behind his desk. He was thin and gangly. He wore a white linen shirt, opened down to his belly button revealing a darkly tanned chest, and a pair of light linen pants, a dark stain just below the left pocket where he was constantly wiping the grease off his palm after running it through his hair. Ayrton distractedly reached into his shirt with his right hand and started rubbing nipple as he looked at the second girl.

"So that would make you May Juarez," he sneered. A curvy woman with tanned skinned and a full head of chestnut hair with blonde streaks. Ayrton couldn't help but wonder how much was real and how much was padding under the Latina's black-t-shirt and denim skirt.

"What are you, Mexican?" he asked.

"I am American," said May, defiantly.

"We have lots of Latina shemales here already, and as they are Brazilian, all superior to you in both looks and I am sure passion. You might work though, just because some of the guys here like to fuck America. FUCK AMERICA!" Ayrton said, and then he let out a snort of a laugh. A blob of snot shot out of his nose and landed with a splat on the uneven wooden floors of his office. He looked down, and then rubbed the glob into the wood with his foot.

Ayrton stood for half a minute silently eyeing the girls before abruptly turning and walking back behind his desk. "No, no good. It won't work. We already have too many girls. We don't need any more, especially uppity American girls. They are all talk and no fuck. They don't know how to take care of a man's needs. We Latin American men, we are macho. We need our women to take care of us. American girls are all too stuck up, too prissy to do what needs to be done. Take your prudish American asses and hit the road, back to your strip malls and McDonald's with you," he said, slumping in his chair.

April stepped forwards. "Mr. de Gama, if the American girls you have met in the past have been prudes that can't take care of their men, I can assure you that we are like no other American girls you've met. We do whatever it takes, for as long as it takes, to make sure that our men are satisfied."

Ayrton looked up and raised an eyebrow.

April smiled and leaned in closer. "Satisfied multiple times, if necessary," she said.

Ayrton leaned closer to April and took in her scent with his one good nostril. Slight hint of a floral perfume, but also the musky scent of her sweat, after all the girls had been flying all night and hadn't had a shower. Ayrton took a big whiff, letting the musk of the Korean girl, and sat back in his chair, eyes closed, savouring the scent while the odor hung in his nostril.

The scent of the women disappeared, and Ayrton opened his eyes. "It is easy to talk, Miss April, about how you can satisfy a man. But talk is too easy, Miss May." Ayrton pushed his chair away from his desk and sprawled his legs out. Reaching down and running a hand over his crotch, he asked, "how can you prove that you - Miss May, Miss April - know how to take care of man?"

April walked over to Ayrton's chair and got down on her knees. She undid his pants, and Ayrton lifted himself up off the chair so she could pull them off. Ayrton's cock was already hard, and it was a dark, vein-covered monster of a dick, larger perhaps than even the cock Mistress Stiletto had wielded between her legs. Ayrton's dick was covered with much darker skin than the rest of his body, almost like it wasn't a part of him, some sort of donkey cock that had been grafted onto his body.

April licked the tip of the monster, and it rewarded her with a seeping of pre-cum. She sucked it up off the tip, and more oozed out to replace it. April licked around the head of the cock, flicking it with her tongue. Ayrton wanted more. He grabbed her head and forced it down the shaft. It was more than April could take. He held her down on his cock, the thing filling every spare inch of volume in April's mouth. Her throat spasmed, trying to expel the massive cock. He gagged and forced her head off his cock.

"Yeah, that's right, baby. Gag on that cock," Ayrton said, pushing her head back down again. April had barely taken a breath before the cock filled up her mouth again. Ayrton pushed himself as far in as he could.

Again April gagged, and Ayrton let her off his dick for a moment. It was covered by a big gob of spit.

"Yeah, baby, spit shine that that fucking dick," he said.

April gasped for breath. "It's too much," she said.

"Fuck bitch, relax and breath through your nose and you'll be able to take it all. If you are going to work for me, but better be able to suck a dick," Ayrton said. He grabbed the back of her head and started pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. April opened her mouth as far as she could, breathing in a steady pace in and out of her nose. Doing that she found she could take his cock pumping into her mouth for longer, 15 or 20 seconds of the massive thing pushing right to the back of her throat. Even so, eventually she would have that feeling of being out of air, of her throat being blocked, and would find throat spasming.

May watched as April was forced to take as much of the big cock as she could. She watched as the other woman was forced was a dominant man to do his bidding. May shifted uncomfortably as her cock started to grow in her panties. Her mouth opened slightly, subconsciously wishing the strong, dominant man was making her take him all.

April continued to try to do her best, but continued to gag. Ayrton smiled every time she coughed and sputtered, and let her off just long enough to catch her breath. His cock was now covered with a thick layer of saliva, and it had run in streams down his shaft and moistened his balls and the thick, curly mass of hair that surrounded his monster. Saliva also ran down April's chin, some of it dropping off and collecting in small pools on the uneven wooden floors, some clinging to her and running down her neck and starting to wet the collar of her little black dress.

Ayrton looked up at May. The bulge in her pants was obvious now. Her hard dick, no longer able to be contained by the fabric of her pants, sprung free and tented out the front of her skirt.

"I thought you a bit of an prude," Ayrton said. "But now I see you want a little action don't you. Like I said, Latina girls here are a dime-a-dozen. I can get a hotter Latina than you to suck my cock any day and twice on Sunday, but I'll let you lick my ass."

Ayrton shifted in his chair, pushing his hips right to the edge of the seat. He threw one leg up on his desk and braced the other one against the wall. He grabbed April by the head and pushed her over to the side, opening up a position for May between his legs as well.

May got down on her knees and examined Ayrton's asshole. Like his cock, the dark, crinkled skin around his asshole was much darker than the rest of his body. His hole was closed tight, offering just the slightest hint that it even existed, but the wrinkled, dark skin around his asshole was large.

May pressed her tongue lightly against Ayrton's asshole and started to flick her tongue on and off the skin. Ayrton grabbed May's head and pressed it deep into the crack of his butt. "Fuck woman, I don't want my asshole teased, and I want a proper tongue bath. Get in there and lick that fucking thing," he cried.

May's face was forced against the soft skin of his ass cheeks, her nose pressed against the skin between his asshole and scrotum, her lips pressed against the brown, wrinkled skin around surrounding his tightly shut hole. May parted her lips and stuck out her tongue. It pressed against the clamped shut hole and could not penetrate. She pressed lightly against it.

"Come on, bitch," Ayrton screamed. "Put some fucking strength into it and press that tongue into my asshole!"

May pushed her tongue out with more force. Ayrton's asshole resisted, but finally could relent no longer. It opened, and May's tongue slid into his hole. Ayrton let out a loud moan, and pressed April all the way down on his dick, holding her there.

"Yes, deep throat and deep tongue," he growled.

April gagged and coughed, a flood of saliva pouring from her mouth. The spit ran down her chin and launched into the air, landing in gobs on top of May's head. More of the saliva ran in rivulets down Ayrton's balls and down the crack of his ass. May felt the spit wet her nose and run onto her tongue, buried deep inside Ayrton's asshole.

Ayrton let April up for air, and then started to pump her head up and down on his dick. May continued to tongue his asshole while trying to avoid the bouncing head and torso of April, but a collision was unavoidable, and April's chin came down onto the top of May's head. The jolt caused April's jaw to snap shut, her teeth digging into the cock of Ayrton.

"Arrrgh," he cried out. He let his hand off April's head, and she pulled off, gasping for breath. May pulled out of his asshole and looked up at him.

Ayrton looked at May. "Did I tell you to stop licking my ass? Get back in there," he said. May leaned forward and dove her tongue back into Ayrton's ass, now gaping open and glistening with the saliva from May's mouth as well as that which had run out of April's gob.

Ayrton turned his head to look at the red marks the teeth had made on his dick. He admired them for am moment, and then looked up at April. "Wow, bitch, you were pretty far down on this monster, weren't you. Let's see if you can do better."