Shelly in Cancun 15 \u2013 Running out of time<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got three and a half minutes!\u201d I tell her sternly. \u201cTime her, Jake!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n As he checks his watch she gives us both a thumbs up, one hand holding the end of the rope. Then grabbing both her dive mask and the spare air bottle so they won\u2019t be ripped off when she makes the plunge she steps onto the ledge on the back of the boat before stepping off into the water with a splash. With a flip of her legs she heads down toward the sailboat as Jake plays out the nylon rope for her.<\/em><\/p>\n I watch closely, my eyes glued to her descending body as she fins her way down. \u201cYeah, right!\u201d I mutter under my breath. \u201c\u2018Don\u2019t worry, \u2018Shel\u2019\u2019\u2026 easy for HER to say!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019d you say?\u201d Jake asks, hearing me mutter.<\/p>\n \u201cYou just keep your eyes on that fucking watch of yours!\u201d I tell him coldly. \u201cI want a time-check every thirty seconds!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019ll be fine, Shelly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust give me the damn time, ok?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFine \u2013 fine\u2026 coming up on thirty seconds.\u201d I don\u2019t think he likes me telling him what to do. But I don\u2019t give a shit! My heart\u2019s up in my throat, and I\u2019m worried about my best friend.<\/p>\n We both watch as she reaches the deck of the sunken sailboat. She fins her way toward the door leading to the interior. It looks like she has a bit of trouble getting it open.<\/p>\n My heart stops for a second. Then it looks like she finally gets it open. A moment later she disappears from view.<\/p>\n \u201cOne minute,\u201d Jake reports as he checks his watch.<\/p>\n The two of us lean over the side of the boat, watching anxiously. But I can\u2019t help getting the feeling Jake is more anxious about his damn case than he is about his girlfriend. I suppose it\u2019s probably because of the threat he faces back in Cancun if he doesn\u2019t get it back.<\/p>\n \u201cMinute thirty,\u201d he proclaims. I feel a shiver of anxiety.<\/p>\n I suppose I shouldn\u2019t be this nervous. But the way he talked, it was supposed to be right there within easy reach. I\u2019ll feel much better once she\u2019s back on the damn boat.<\/p>\n Anxious seconds tick by until I hear Jake mutter \u201cTwo minutes.\u201d I figure the spare air she\u2019s sucking on should be half empty by now. I just hope nothing has excited her and has made her suck on it even faster. I can\u2019t help feeling she should have been back out by now.<\/p>\n \u201cJake; where is she?\u201d I growl ominously, my heart rate increasing.<\/p>\n \u201cRelax, Shelly,\u201d he says as he keeps looking down into the water. \u201cThe rope\u2019s not playing out anymore. She\u2019s got to be inside now. She\u2019ll find it; don\u2019t worry! She\u2019s probably looking in a couple of cabinets and is about to stumble upon it any second now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re not locked, are they?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo \u2013 no; they\u2019re not locked. But they might be hard to open underwater.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTime?\u201d I ask nervously.<\/p>\n \u201cTwo forty!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSHIT!\u201d<\/p>\n I feel my heart rate spike, and I try to control my breathing. If I have to go down, I\u2019ll need a good lungful of air. I\u2019ll also need to not be in panic mode if I have to jump overboard and make a lengthy swim downward.<\/p>\n \u201cThree minutes,\u201d Jake says. I can hear by the tone in his voice that he\u2019s starting to become alarmed.<\/p>\n I scan the empty storage compartment, confirming there\u2019s nothing else inside for me to use. Damn! I\u2019ll have to do this on my own without fins, a belt or even a dive mask.<\/p>\n \u201cGive me the time!\u201d I tell him as I ready myself. Then I look him square in the eye. \u201cShe\u2019d better fucking be all right down there or I\u2019ll be coming for you!\u201d That\u2019s when he checks his watch.<\/p>\n \u201cThree thirty,\u201d he gasps in alarm. I can see him starting to panic. \u201cMaybe you\u2019d better go down, Shelly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBastard!\u201d I snarl at him. Then I take a deep breath before diving off the edge of the boat into the water.<\/p>\n I\u2019m anxious as I pull myself hand over hand down the rope. I fight like hell to calm the wild beating of my heart. Air trickles out of my nose.<\/p>\n In my agitated state I figure I\u2019ve got about two minutes of breath before my lungs give out, if that long. That gives me about twenty or thirty seconds down, a minute inside and then maybe another twenty or thirty seconds back up. But without a watch on my wrist to gauge my time underwater, I\u2019ll have to wing it.<\/p>\n The rope trails all the way down to the door. I make it down in good time. But the first thing I discover is that the damn door has closed on the nylon.<\/p>\n I struggle, but I can\u2019t get it to open. I can see it\u2019s dark and murky inside. But there\u2019s a little bit of illumination.<\/p>\n Some light must be getting in through those windows in the master suite. But there\u2019s no sign of Andria. Shit!<\/p>\n I\u2019m certain it\u2019s been over four minutes for her by now. I have to fight off the panic that wants to overwhelm me. She\u2019s got to be somewhere inside, going on the air in her lungs now.<\/p>\n I can only imagine the terror she must be feeling. I find myself mentally cursing her damn boyfriend. Fucking bastard\u2026sending her down here with a pony bottle containing only four lousy minutes of air inside a darkened wreck!<\/p>\n The door feels wedged shut against the rope. I struggle to push the damn thing open. The sailboat lies on its side, making it so the door hangs down.<\/p>\n It has to be pushed inward so that it swings backward and up. I feel it give a little as I push against it. So I try to push even harder.<\/p>\n As I strain to get the damn thing open, I find myself wondering how much air I\u2019ve used up. I figure I\u2019ve been down at least a full minute now. My anxiety at not finding Andria is not helping matters any.<\/p>\n I suspect I\u2019ve got another thirty seconds or so before I need to make a mad dash up to the surface. But I firmly believe if I abandon her now I can probably rest assured that when I come back down she\u2019ll have already drowned on the other side of this fucking door! That tells me I can\u2019t leave until I\u2019ve found her.<\/p>\n \u2026or drowned right along with her\u2026<\/p>\n The door won\u2019t budge. I start pounding on the glass. I suspect the rope has helped wedge it even tighter. Has that stupid bastard pulled on it, helping to jam the door shut?<\/p>\n A moment later I see a shadow emerge through the door into the master suite. A figure swims toward me. It\u2019s Andria.<\/p>\n At least she\u2019s still alive. But she\u2019s trapped on the other side of the door. I\u2019m afraid she won\u2019t be alive much longer.<\/p>\n The spare air is gone from her mouth. But her dive mask is still in place. She cries out with a burble upon seeing me.<\/p>\n For a moment she seems to panic as she beats on the glass. I frantically work the doorknob. Then she catches on, grabbing the knob on her side of the door and pulling with all her strength.<\/p>\n There\u2019s a muffled sound of something releasing as the door starts to give. Then it swings open in her direction. I burble anxiously, suddenly realizing my lungs are heaving and that I\u2019m going to need air soon.<\/p>\n Instinctively I reach in to pull her out. But she surprises the hell out of me by grabbing my arm and jerking me inside with her. Before I can grab it, the door swings shut, trapping us both inside.<\/p>\n Ohmygawd! Andria, what the fuck have you done? Before I can resist her, she insistently pulls me further inside. My lungs start to scream at me in protest.<\/p>\n There are dark shadows everywhere. I can\u2019t see as well as I\u2019d like to. But there\u2019s enough light for me to see she\u2019s slinging me through the missing window of the interior door into the bedroom suite.<\/p>\n My first thought is that she\u2019s gone crazy. Is she killing us both because of her stupid boyfriend? I\u2019m almost certain we\u2019re both going to drown down here.<\/p>\n I start probing upward, looking in vain for another way out as air bubbles out of my mouth. The windows look like they\u2019re much too narrow to slip through. I feel a surge of fearful excitement as my pussy starts to scream at me.<\/p>\n Andria guides me toward a dark section of the interior. Then she pushes me up. I\u2019m utterly astonished when my head pops up into an air pocket.<\/p>\n I gasp like crazy, my lungs heaving as I struggle to get my breath back. Andria comes up right next to me. I hear her panting heavily for breath.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat the fuck happened??\u201d I blurt out anxiously.<\/p>\n She tells me, \u201cThe case is in here, \u2018Shel\u2019. It must have spilled out of the cabinet and tumbled in through the broken window when the ship went down. By the time I found it, the bottle was empty and I couldn\u2019t get out!\u201d<\/p>\n She pauses a minute to catch her breath before continuing. \u201cI was about to swim back out and try the door out there when I looked up and found this little air pocket. I knew you\u2019d be coming down to find me. But I was afraid you wouldn\u2019t give up until you drowned yourself. That\u2019s when I knew I had to get back to the door and let you know where I was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was afraid you were out of air when I saw you, \u2018Shel\u2019! I couldn\u2019t take the chance on you not making it back to the surface in time, not when I knew about this air pocket in here. Sorry to pull you in here like that. At least now we\u2019re together. Between the two of us, I know we can get out of here and get the case back up to Jake.\u201d<\/p>\n I nod my thanks before noticing the air tastes a little funny. \u201cWe got to get out of here!\u201d I gasp in alarm. \u201cThis air tastes like its growing stale!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe case is right down there.\u201d Andria says, motioning downward. \u201cLet me get it through the door first, ok? We\u2019re going to need to work together on that outside door out there. I\u2019m sure I saw it swing closed, and it might be stuck again.\u201d<\/p>\n She gives me an encouraging pat on the arm. I nod at her. \u201cOk, Andria,\u201d I gasp. \u201cWe better go right now.\u201d<\/p>\n My pussy\u2019s still tingling wildly. At least it\u2019s backed off a little. What I don\u2019t need right now is an underwater orgasm stealing my strength, not when I\u2019ll be needing it soon.<\/p>\n I want to take charge. But I allow Andria to fill her lungs and submerge ahead of me. She knows the layout in here better than I do.<\/p>\n She\u2019s the one who located both the case and this air pocket. I trust her implicitly with my life. But I still can\u2019t help worrying about her.<\/p>\n I take long, deep breaths, trying to calm the wild beating of my heart. I know I\u2019ll need all the air reserves I can keep in my lungs if we\u2019re both going to get out of here alive. I hear a bubbly grunt as her shadow moves near the door, followed by the sound of a thump. Then she\u2019s back up in the air pocket with me.<\/p>\n \u201cGot it!\u201d she says. Then she looks all around.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s really getting stale in here, \u2018Shel\u2019. I\u2019m starting to get a little light headed. We better go right now!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou get the case; I\u2019ll get the door!\u201d I, too, am starting to feel a little dizzy. \u201cWhen you get there, you can help me get it open. Then we\u2019ll tie off the case, give the rope a tug and get the hell out of here!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGot it!\u201d she says with a nod.<\/p>\n Damn! It\u2019s really starting to get bad in here! We\u2019ve got to go soon or we\u2019ll succumb to the accumulation of stale air.<\/p>\n \u201cOn three,\u201d I declare calmly, trying to keep us both from freaking out. \u201cNice and calm now; no panic. On one\u2026\u201d and I hear us both inhale.<\/p>\n \u201cTwo\u2026\u201d and I hear the sound of two anxious young women exhaling.<\/p>\n \u201cTHREE!\u201d<\/p>\n We both inhale. Then we submerge with a burble. I just hope we got enough good air within the pocket to make it back ok.<\/p>\n Andria forces me to swim through the opening first. There\u2019s enough light for me to see the steps lying on the other side leading up to the exit door. I swim up to it and grab onto the handle.<\/p>\n Naturally it won\u2019t budge. The damn thing has wedged shut again.<\/p>\n I look back to see Andria dragging the case along with her. She comes right up next to me. Then she grabs onto my hands as I cling to the handle.<\/p>\n We pull together, grunting anxiously. Life, freedom\u2026 our next breath lie on the other side of that damned door. We bubble frantically, tugging on the damned thing while grunting in alarm.<\/p>\n Fuck; it won\u2019t open!<\/p>\n For a horrifying second I\u2019m afraid our destiny is to end up trapped inside this damn boat. I feel a monstrous climax surge toward me. \u201cNOT NOW!\u201d my mind screams.<\/p>\n I pull even harder. But I can\u2019t help imagining the worst. I find myself hoping those goons Jake works for finds him and blows him away for getting us both killed.<\/p>\n The two of us cry out anxiously, spewing air we can\u2019t afford to lose. Then the door suddenly gives way. It swings up and open.<\/p>\n In a flash I squirt through before turning back around. I hold it open as Andria swims through, dragging the case with her. Then I grab the rope, frantically pulling it through the door until it\u2019s clear, not wanting the damn door to close on it again.<\/p>\n Finding the end, I begin tying it to the handle of the metallic silver case. The damn thing looks like it should be watertight. If not, then Jake\u2019s shit up a creek\u2026 and probably so are we.<\/p>\n I tap Andria\u2019s arm\u2026 \u201cI GOT IT; NOW LET\u2019S GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!\u201d Then I give the rope a hard yank. With a flick of her wrist, she sheds her weight belt.<\/p>\n The two of us kick like hell for the surface, air trickling out of our mouths. We both swim hard, losing air fast as we kick upward. With the fins she\u2019s naturally faster than I am.<\/p>\n She grabs onto my arm and literally drags me upward. My lungs heave painfully, and I lose a big burst of air about 15 or 20 feet from the surface. Then it just becomes too much.<\/p>\n My damn pussy explodes on me. I shudder hard as a wave of sexual heat washes through me. I burble weakly, kicking as hard as I can.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not sure I\u2019m going to make it. I can tell Andria\u2019s lungs are in just as much agony as mine. She fins as hard as she can, pulling me up with her.<\/p>\n It gets lighter as we near the surface. Then our heads erupt out of the water. We gasp madly for breath; fresh air never tastes so good!<\/p>\n We\u2019re not too far from the boat when Andria hollers over at Jake to haul it in. But he\u2019s already pulling on the rope. I can\u2019t help noticing he seems more concerned with the case than he does with the two of us.<\/p>\n Somehow we tread water, swimming around until we can grab onto the end of the boat and pull ourselves up onto it. Jake pulls his precious case out of the water. The two of us crawl over the end of the boat and collapse into the cushioned bench seat at the end of the craft.<\/p>\n He studies it intently, no doubt checking to see if it\u2019s still intact. \u201cThanks for the fucking help,\u201d I mutter weakly.<\/p>\n He finally looks at the two of us as though he\u2019s just become interested in our welfare. \u201cYou two ok?\u201d he asks, concern in his voice as we pant heavily. \u201cWhat happened down there? Why\u2019d it take so long?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWho the hell cares!\u201d I shoot back.<\/p>\n I\u2019m still angry at him for putting us all in danger. What\u2019s more, he nearly drowned Andria and I yet again. I disgustedly tell him, \u201cAll that matters is that we got it, ok? Now get us the hell out of here!\u201d<\/p>\n Jake quickly pulls up anchor before starting the motor. We\u2019re soon on our way back. Andria and I hug each other, grateful that neither one of us had to leave the other behind.<\/p>\n I\u2019m not the least bit surprised when Jake takes us back a different way. There\u2019s a lot of activity at the marina. The last thing we want is to be caught with a case full of drugs\u2026 either by the drug\u2019s owners, or by the local authorities.<\/p>\n Jake pulls up to an unoccupied private dock several hundred yards away from where our bungalow is located. No one is around. That\u2019s probably why he pulled up here in the first place.<\/p>\n \u201cTake care of it for me, baby; ok?\u201d he asks, motioning toward the case. \u201cI don\u2019t want to have to deal with any unexpected searches back at the marina. There are a lot of people hanging around down there and things could get, uh\u2026 complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy am I not surprised?\u201d I mutter unhappily as we climb out with a very dangerous silver metallic case in our possession<\/p>\n \u201cThanks, babe!\u201d he waves at us. Andria waves back as he motors away. Then she gives me an anxious look.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat the hell do we do with THIS?\u201d she asks nervously, hefting it up.<\/p>\n \u201cI wish I knew,\u201d I tell her, anxiously looking all around. \u201cAll I know is that we can\u2019t trust anyone. We don\u2019t even know who it belongs to. Anyone could come up to us and claim it belongs to them. Maybe we ought to hide it or something until Jake gets back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood idea, \u2018Shel\u2019. Then the two of us hurry off the dock, hustling off just as fast as possible without attracting any undue attention to ourselves\u2026 I tell Andria I\u2019m going to call the airport to check on flights out of Cancun. \u201cYou\u2019re coming with me, aren\u2019t you? Jake can take care of it from here, right? You can just call him from the airport and tell him where you hid the damn thing, right?\u201d<\/p>\n Andria looks at me as though she\u2019s about to cry. \u201cI don\u2019t know what to do, \u2018Shel\u2019!\u201d Then tears well up in her eyes. \u201cI love Jake, you know. But this? This is just too much!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen come home with me, ok?\u201d My heart is suddenly hammering in my chest again. \u201cThis is his mess; let HIM clean it up. I don\u2019t want anything bad happening to you. Let\u2019s get the hell out of here while we still can!\u201d<\/p>\n Andria looks at me for the longest time before nodding unhappily. \u201cI guess that\u2019s the smartest thing to do, \u2018Shel\u2019,\u201d she admits. Then I sit down and pick up the phone on the nightstand.<\/p>\n I listen for a moment. \u201cThere\u2019s no dial tone,\u201d I say nervously. Then I look all around, getting that creepy feeling again like I had down at the marina.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe the phone lines are down,\u201d she says hopefully. But I don\u2019t think either one of us believe that. That\u2019s when I decide it\u2019s just too risky sitting around and doing nothing while waiting for Jake to get back.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going straight to the airport to check on flights. Pack everything up; ok? Be ready to go when I get back.\u201d Then I\u2019m out the door like a rifle shot, heading down to the street to hail a taxi\u2026 I find out that most of the afternoon flights have been canceled because of the storm. The earliest flight out will be around 9pm that evening. That\u2019s fine with me, although I wish we were leaving sooner.<\/p>\n I book a couple of seats for Andria and I. I don\u2019t want to be stuck here one minute longer than is absolutely necessary. It never even occurs to me to call Stephanie and alert her to our change of plans.<\/p>\n It does occur to me that Andria might want Jake to come back with us. As much as it pains me, I decide to book an extra seat for him, just in case he wants to come home with us. He can take it or leave it if he wants.<\/p>\n As far as I\u2019m concerned I\u2019ve had enough of Cancun. I just want to get back to the safety and comfort of our place back in California.<\/p>\n It takes a while before I can find another cab to take me back to the bungalow. I find myself hoping Andria\u2019s hidden the damn case and has packed all our things.<\/p>\n For a minute or two I toy with the idea of her and I going right back to the airport so we can wait in the relative safety of the terminal. Perhaps we might get lucky enough to catch a flight out sooner than 9pm. But she\u2019ll probably want to wait until Jake gets back. So I scratch that idea.<\/p>\n I pay the cab fare and head up the walk to the bungalow. I shake my head in wonder at the events of the past 24 hours. I\u2019ve nearly drowned several times, but not because of some role-play Andria set up for me\u2026 other than that one with the new friends we met. Maybe coming down here wasn\u2019t such a hot idea after all.<\/p>\n Reaching for the door, I find that it\u2019s unlocked. That means Jake or Andria must be here. My hunger has finally returned, stronger than ever after our exhausting little dive on the wrecked sailboat.<\/p>\n I walk right in, ready to discuss where we can go get a little something to eat. But my jaw drops in astonishment. My heart instantly leaps into my throat the moment I see the entire bungalow has been trashed.<\/p>\n I look around in shock. The place looks as though it\u2019s been totally ransacked. I get the distinct impression whoever was here was not merely vandalizing the place. They were obviously looking for something.<\/p>\n SHIT! That fucking CASE! In an instant I\u2019m fearful for my best friend\u2019s safety.<\/p>\n \u201cANDRIA? ANDRIA?\u201d<\/p>\n Panic swells within me as I make a mad dash into their bedroom. I\u2019m afraid I\u2019m going to find both of them shot to death, lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood,<\/p>\n Their room is thoroughly trashed. But no one is in there, alive or dead. I don\u2019t know whether to be relieved or concerned.<\/p>\n I do a quick search of every other room in the bungalow. But no one\u2019s around.<\/p>\n Our clothes have been scattered everywhere. All our suitcases are emptied. Drawers are pulled out of their dressers, and both beds have been overturned.<\/p>\n I feel a sudden jolt of anxiety. What if Andria was here when they struck? What if they took her somewhere?<\/p>\n I have no idea where she is. And I don\u2019t have a clue where Jake might have gone. I suddenly feel all alone\u2026 and very, very vulnerable.<\/p>\n What the hell do I do now?? It\u2019s clearly not safe in here anymore.<\/p>\n I head for the door, only to have it swing open on me. Two tall, very dangerous looking men barge in on me. They\u2019re both dressed in black suits. The look on their faces tells me they mean business.<\/p>\n I\u2019m so fucking screwed!<\/p>\n I scream as I try to run away. One of them easily catches me. He wraps an arm around me as he covers my mouth with his free hand. \u201cWhere\u2019s the case?\u201d he hisses into my ear.<\/p>\n All I can do is whimper with fear. I shake my head that I don\u2019t know anything. I grunt in terror as my pussy flames to life with a terrible roar of fearful arousal.<\/p>\n \u201cThis one isn\u2019t her,\u201d the other one states matter-of-factly.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. But the other girl will come back for her,\u201d the one holding on to me says with satisfaction. \u201cBetter bring this one along for the time being. We\u2019ll refer to her as \u2018added incentive\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMMMMMMPH!\u201d<\/p>\n My eyes fly open in horror as I\u2019m dragged out of the bungalow around back to the parking lot. I cry out into the hand covering my mouth, screaming for someone to call the authorities. But I don\u2019t see anyone outside watching me being kidnapped. If so, would any of them actually care?<\/p>\n \u201cBetter shut her up,\u201d I hear the other one say. Then I hear a car door open.<\/p>\n A few seconds later a white cloth appears in front of me. I hear \u201cNighty-night, sweet princess!\u201d moments before the cloth is applied to my face.<\/p>\n NOOOOO!<\/p>\n The fumes are noxious. I struggle and thrash about in a futile attempt to break free. I struggle to hold my breath. But eventually my lungs give out.<\/p>\n My first whiff makes me weak and dizzy. I inhale again. This time it\u2019s as though my arms and legs suddenly become dead weight.<\/p>\n I can barely keep my eyes open. I weakly inhale a third time.<\/p>\n This time I have no strength at all, and I collapse into his arms as darkness overwhelms me\u2026<\/p>\n 2009; 2021 (written May 15 \u201909; ed. Jul 12 \u201821 by riwa)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Andria is not coming back up right away. So Shelly goes down after her. Continue reading
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\nWe safely make it back to the bungalow where we quickly change into our street clothes. The case sits by the door to her bedroom. I give it the evil eye as though blaming it for all our problems.<\/p>\n
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\nI manage to catch an empty cab to the airport. But it turns out to be a fucking mess. I have to wait in line nearly an hour before I can speak with anyone at the counter. It seems everyone else in town wants to fly out as well.<\/p>\n