The Big Enchilada

face.
    Before I could say anything, a kind of gurgling sound came from somewhere in his face, and I heard, “Stay away from Domingo.”
    “Who are you and what do you want?” Not the best line, but it was all I came up with.
    His expression remained unchanged, but that same gurgling voice coming from far away, deep inside all that flesh, said, “You heard me. I had a message to give. I gave it. Stay away from Domingo.”
    I was really angry then. As others have learned to their misfortune, I do not take kindly to orders, no matter who gives them. This time, however, the size of my visitor, and the size of his gun, suggested that some caution was in order. Especially if I was going to find out what the hell was going on. I had never heard of any Domingo, but obviously Domingo had heard of me. Figuring that subtlety would be lost on the ape in my office, I was very straight.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know any Domingo. Who sent you with the message?”
    He had not moved an inch from where he had settled in the center of the room, but he seemed to be tensing his muscles for the effort of turning his body around. I noticed that his lip» hardly moved when he spoke.
    “Last time. If you want to stay healthy, stay away from Domingo.”
    He slowly turned and started to move toward the door.
    I moved quickly around my desk and started to grab his arm.
    “Listen, you ugly son of a bitch—”
    Before I could finish my sentence he had whirled around with a speed I thought impossible for him. With the thumb and first two fingers of his left hand, he grabbed me at the base of my jaw. With seemingly no effort he lifted me about a foot off the ground so that I was slightly over his head. He looked up at me with the small black slits in his face, and a sound came from inside him that I suppose was meant to be a laugh. Then, as though he was tired of the sport, he threw me through the air for about ten feet, where I crashed into the wall. I hit with the back of my shoulder, and it felt like I’d been slammed with a sledgehammer. I went momentarily numb, and then my back started throbbing.
    Now, I’m more than six foot three and weigh more than two hundred pounds, but he handled me with no trouble at all. In fact I don’t think he was even straining. As if to make that point, he put two fingers under the edge of my desk. With about as much exertion as you would use to brush away a fly, he raised his hand. The desk flew three feet in the air, flipped, and crashed upside down with a splintering sound. The desk was à large one, of solid oak, but he treated it like it was cardboard.
    With that display he turned and left the office.
    I was standing up, still a bit dazed from being thrown against the wall, when Maria rushed in and threw her arms around me with a sob.
    She was shaking and badly frightened, but that only served to make her more attractive. She had some Indian blood in her which gave her a light olive complexion, and she had shiny black hair which she wore long. She had a full, rich body which she displayed to good advantage. That day she wore a very short skirt that showed almost all of her long, well-shaped legs. She had on a thin blouse that was open except where it was tied beneath her large firm breasts. She was wearing no bra—she never did—and her dark nipples were easily visible beneath the semi-transparent material.
    Holding her close, I felt the musky scent of her hair begin to have its effect. She was still crying, and I could see she was badly frightened, but that was all right. I’ve found that nothing makes a woman readier for sex than a good scare.
    I turned her head up so that she was looking at me.
    “Sam, are you hurt?” she said between sobs.
    I didn’t answer her. Instead I kissed her hard on the mouth. After a second she responded, and my hands went to the knot in her blouse, untying it. I covered her magnificent melon breasts, feeling the nipples grow hard in the palms of my hands.
    I felt her hand slide up my leg. She quickly unzipped my fly and put her hand around me.
    I put my hand under her skirt and felt the heat rising off her. I put my hand under the flimsy material of her panties and tore them from her.
    I entered her quickly and took her standing up against the wall. I bounced her roughly into the wall, my hands squeezing, digging into her breasts.
    Soon the nature of her sobs changed. She was no longer frightened. Her fear turned into mindless