Lalo Slamanca x Female OC
Don Eladio never wanted a daughter, but as Maria Vuente grew up his assumptions, that women were weak and fragile cratures incapable of the cunning cruelty the cartel needed, dissipated before him as he witnessed his young...
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You can tell a lot about a man from his eyes. This was a sentiment Maria treated as scripture. She could tell everything she needed to know about a man simply by the way he looked at her when she walked into a room, or ascended into the pool. She found pleasure in seeing how they would react when she would stroll onto the poolside and carefully take a seat and slowly undress. How they would lean back in their seats and try to play it off by taking a sip of their drink.
Men believe themselves to be calculated, in the words they choose to say, or the information they choose to reveal. They would never understand just how calculating it is to be a woman, to move your body in complete harmony and grace, not a finger out of place. Every muscle Maria moved was calculated. Now this might sound like hard work but she loved every second of it.
It was an average summer day and her father had company, some she hadn't seen in years and some she'd never met.
It had been 10 years since she put her name on the map and she had grown into a beautiful woman. Everyone commented how she was the spitting image of her mother, with much fairer skin than the Don, and warm brunette hair they were spot on to make that observation. Maria hated this, to be constantly compared to the mother you could never love. But what she hated most were her eyes, while they were the envy of others, her blue eyes were the cherry on top.
"Ahh mija you have your mothers eyes!" They would say.
She hated blue eyes and used to pray that they would turn to her father's deep brown, like the blonde girls who grew into Brunettes. How she wished it worked that way. Maria just found brown eyes to be more trusting, like you could really see into someone's soul. That was the first thing she noticed about Lalo, his stark brown eyes.
With all the new company around today she must make an appearance. After getting herself ready she slipped into a satin red dress that met just above her knees. Stepping out onto the deck, her bare feet warmed by the hot ground. She darted her eyes around and finally spotted her father sitting with a few men. She made her way over to them, approaching from behind, she slid her hand onto Don Eladio's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hola papa!" She said softly, looking up to meet the gazes of the men surrounding her father.
They watch her still as she glides through the air over to the open couch across from the Don. Her perfume lingers in every inch of her occupied space. Finally lounging into the seat, she stretches her legs up onto the cushions allowing her dress to drift up her legs revealing more skin and letting the group catch a glimpse at the lace garter holding her gun in place on her outer thigh. Her father continued to speak despite all the attention being diverted to the beautiful young woman lounging before them. This is when the man seemed reluctant to stare like the others finally stole a glance at Maria. She watched as he stared at her gun as it caught the light of the sun, now low in the sky. He traced his eyes along her legs then back up her waist, making a lengthy pit stop at her breasts before finally reaching her face, being met by her staring straight back at him. Her eyes sparkling in the sun. He looked caught and quickly diverted his attention back to the Don. But Maria didn't look away yet.
Like how the cops only need a few seconds to trace a line, she only needed him to look at her like that for a few seconds to know all she needed to know. She always made note of where and what men looked at her. How some would freely and unashamedly stare at breasts, lips, feet (ew) and weren't afraid of being caught. Completely unaware of their lust and no motive to stop it. But this man seemed aware of himself and calculated his glances at her. Just like her. He was aware of his lust and owned it.
She studied his face. She made note of the gray stripe he had in this hair despite him not being that old. He was an older man, well older than her, you could tell he had begun to wrinkle. The kind of lines you get from life, and scars that she could infer he got fighting. His thick burly mustache that curled at the end when he laughed at one of Don Eladio's jokes. But she studied most were those eyes, how it seemed like he was calculating his blinks too. There was something purposeful about it. He didn't seem to blink much but when he did she noticed how his eyelashes fluttered in the sunlight.
Maria swiftly rose from her spot and waltzed over to the empty chair next to Lalo. She couldn't place where she knew him from, he looked so familiar. He was now looking down swirling the ice in his drink, but she could tell he was really just looking at her in his peripherals. She shifted her weight to the side of the chair closest to him. She looked up at him through long lashes, her sensual gaze burning into the side of his face. He finally met her gaze and she looked down at the drink in his hand then looked back at him batting her eyelashes and muttering a questioning- "hmm?"
He took a sip then extended his arm out to her obediently offering his drink. She took it from his hand, twisting it around to the side he had just drank from and placing her lips in the same spot. She drank the entire glass leaving nothing but the mark of her red lipstick and some ice. She whipped off the side of her jaw where some had dripped down, all while holding eye contact with the man who stared back at her expressionlessly. She handed him back the empty glass and promptly got up, exiting the group of men. She circled around them making her way to Hector still refusing to break eye contact with Lalo, watching him readjust himself in his seat trying not to look back at her. Maria patted Hector on the shoulders.
"Nice to see you Don Hector." She said to the old man, breaking his concentration on the intense conversation he was having with her father. Hector raised his hand patting it on top of hers resting on his shoulder in acknowledgement.
"Do you know who I am?" a familiar voice questioned from behind Maria.
It was the Man with the colorful shirt from earlier. Now the bright pattern only being illuminated by the moonlight above. She was sitting alone at the edge of the pool, her dress hiked up and her feet in the water below. He took a seat next to her.
"Maybe." Maria finally replied, giggling as she took a sip from her glass.
"Ah maybe? Not what I like to hear Maria." He said, almost in a scolding tone
"Well you know who I am?" She answered.
"Well of course!" He smiled,that very particular smile she had noticed from earlier, "You're famous!"
She laughed, "I wouldn't say that. So now are you going to tell me who you are, mustache man?"
He chuckled, "I'm Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo."
"Eduardo!" She playfully hits his arm, "Of course!"
"Lalo" he corrected.
"Lalo," She said slowly, then began again, "You're the twin's cousin, I do know you. It's been years- you look so different.." She admitted, scanning his features again.
"As do you," he said bluntly, looking right at her, his gaze shifting rapidly between each of her eyes.
Maria broke the tension by ending their impromptu staring contest, and slid her hand up her thigh, removing her gun.
"Wouldn't want to get this wet." She remarked, setting it down next to Lalo before swiftly diving into the pool, fully clothed.
Lalo watched as she slid out of her dress, the water distorting her figure but he could tell that she hadn't been wearing anything under that dress, his cock twitched at the thought.
She swam back to the edge of the pool, setting her sopping wet dress on the ground. She quickly twisted her head around in the direction of the house, where the party had moved inside. She could see Hector approaching the door.
Maria turned her attention back to Lalo. Biting her lip she made an sarcastic scared expression, "oh no! Looks like someones coming... what would my father do if someone caught us together...like this?" She commented then let a sadistic smile wash over her. Plugging her nose she fully submerged herself in the pool, out of view of Hector, who just entered the deck calling out to Lalo to come inside. When she came up for air he was gone... and so was her gun.
