Ally? "Oh, thank God!" I was worried! Where is it? - At home. Ally, my meetings. There are five gentlemen already waiting in your living room an hour ago! "You're going to do those meetings." - What? - Did you hear me. You will do it in my place. I'm not in the mood to go there. She was silent for some time. "Mrs. Jauregui, I'm just-" "A secretary, I know. But right now, I'm giving you the power to decide everything for me. We both know that you take care of this company much better than I do. Consequently, you know better than I what is good or bad for her. "But-" "I'm counting on you, Ally. I know it will work out very well. She hesitated. - It's all right. I will do my best. - Thanks. And he hung up. It was 10 a.m., and I was still in bed. Shit. He was going into depression again. My moodiness had improved in the last few days, but it seemed to come back in full force. I would stay in that bed all day. Maybe he switched on the TV when he tired of looking at the ceiling. Maybe he slept again. It did not matter. I just knew I did not want to get up. But the hunger came faster than I thought. I cooked a pasta in Bolognese and went to eat in bed, watching the news. The day had been incredibly monotonous. Empty. Two, three, five hours passed without me doing anything at all. I decided to check my emails to read some contracts and to advance some of the work that awaited me the next day. One of the emails was from Ally, saying that the meetings had gone well, and that most of the problems were being resolved. - Santa Ally. I whispered. I read nine or ten contracts without much interest, hoping that night would come. Even without interest, I lost track of time and night came. When I found it, it was already 11:30 PM. And as a child about to travel to the North Pole at Christmas, I got dressed to go to The Hills. *** I got to the room, the atmosphere a little more crowded than normal. Of course, it was time that more customers were going to have fun. I walked around the room, looking for Camila. Instead, I met Chloe next to the bar. - Hi. - I waved. - Lauren, my dear! Where were you yesterday? Why did not you come? I had come, but the only person to see me was Hanna. Since I did not want to give too many explanations, I lied. "I was very busy yesterday. "I'm glad you're not here today." Have you chosen your date? - Camila. Where is she? - Ah, Camila already has a client ... - BUT SHIT! Chloe looked at me curiously. I tried to pull myself together, running my hand through my hair. "Are you staying the night with this one, too?" "No, she must be coming down already.About five or ten minutes. "I'll wait for you then." And Chloe, if she has any scheduling plans, I'll stand by her next to her. "For God's sake, how hard it was to stay with that girl!" "Is she that good?" Chloe asked, surprised. I did not answer. I ordered a shot of Whiskey and drank it, paying no attention to anyone else. - Oh, there it is. Her client has already left the room. I saw a middle-aged man, big. Half strong, half fat, a little sweaty. I really felt sorry for Camila. The man came toward us. Reaching us, he addressed Chloe and spoke in a lively voice: "My face, how wonderful you are there. Her mouth is a paradise. And looking at me, he smiled, already leaving. I felt a hot rage bubbling inside me like boiling milk. Anger at that man, anger at his yellow smile, anger at knowing that Camila had to cuddle him. - Another Whiskey. I ordered the girl from the bar. "Lauren, Camila's coming downstairs." I'll take care of the other customers. You will not miss me, will you? "No, Chloe. Feel free. I said, taking a sip of the drink that had just been put in front of me as I watched Chloe walk away, leaving me alone in the middle of the hall. I silently analyzed the people in that environment. Camila had told me that she served ten clients a night. Ten customers the kind of man who had just left? Or ten clients of my type? And why did I think he and I were different in something? We both paid for sex. We were both pathetic and unhappy. We ate program girls because it was easy because money helped. Because we fled from the mediocre life we carried, without love, without anyone. I felt a weak hand touch my right shoulder and, turning around, I found Camila. The first thing I noticed was two marks in every corner of his mouth. Two red bruises, reaching down to his cheeks. Then I noticed the dark circles. I also noticed that she had a cut on one of the cheekbones. Although the cut was not deep, it conspicuously contrasted with the tone of his skin. Her hair, now wet from the likely bath she'd taken, was loose, but still I could see many marks on her neck, more and darker than the last time I'd seen her. She wore a yellow mango blouse to her wrists, a pair of jeans, and a shoe. Still, some marks were visible on the back of his hands, which made me believe that there was a lot more underneath those clothes. What the fuck is that? For the first time, Camila spoke before me. "I'm free ..." She took a step forward, looking into my eyes. I felt the familiar smell of almonds mixed with shampoo and toothpaste. He was still staring at her neck, my eyes going from the corners of his mouth. What the hell had happened to her? And then I realized what she'd just said: What do you mean, "I'm free?" Was she offering herself to me? I looked into her chocolate eyes, she stared back at me with intensity. As if asking me to choose her. "I do not have any clients now. I'm free, if you want to be with me. She repeated. Yes: She was offering herself to me. And every word she uttered sounded like a request. His eyes were sad, but hopeful. Even the way he offered himself was different from that of a whore. I remembered Hanna, and I could see the stark difference between them. - Hi Camila. Are you afraid someone in this room will choose you? She looked around, a little stoned. "No ... I just thought you wanted to ..." She hesitated, looking unsightly. "Are you already leaving?" "No, I arrived fifteen minutes ago. I was waiting for you, since I was busy. - Ah yes. She smiled a little, looking almost relieved. "I-I'm not now." I stared at her for a few seconds without saying anything. - Great. "I concluded after a long time. - Ten minutes? - Ten minutes. And saying that, he walked away from me, toward the stairs that led into the corridor with rooms in The Hills. Pov Camila I woke up with the pains of a sleep without dreams.Pain in hips, shoulders, back, legs. Pains inside and out. Sleep had allowed me a lack of consciousness for a few seconds after I awoke. Unfortunately, when consciousness came, she brought with her memories from the night before. A handsome boy, initially kind. A boy who paid to stay a whole night with me and who, at the end of it, left me in a deplorable state. A boy who raped me. Toc. Toc. Toc - Camila! Are you awake? Toc. Toc. Toc I did not want to answer, and I wanted Samantha to stop knocking on the door. I felt like crap. A disgust, a human rag. - Camila! It's already 1:00! Toc. Toc. Toc I got up slowly, testing the strength in my legs, trying not to feel much pain. I smoothed my hair and went to open the door. Samantha was standing with a tray in her hands, bringing a bowl of cereal and orange juice. - I lost the time. I said, lifeless. The scare she took almost caused the tray to spill onto the floor. The glass slid a little, but she hastened to keep it where it was. - Camila ... What ...? Ah yes. Me. I was the reason for his reaction of astonishment, of disbelief. I should have been out the same rag that was inside. Full of marks, full of remnants of a violent and cruel night. Without the slightest curiosity to see me in the mirror, I just lowered my head. - A customer. A little enthusiastic. - Camila ... I know what an enthusiastic customer is! This is different. I walked back to the bed and lay down, pulling the blanket. Samantha followed me, depositing the tray on the nightstand beside the bed and sitting on it, staying close to me. - What happened? His voice, like her, was gentle. Samantha was the girl I liked best in the house. She genuinely cared for all of us. She was a very sweet and sweet friend, though I had only recently met her. But the sweetness in his voice, which usually calmed me down and made me feel better when something bad happened, this time provoked another reaction in me. The sweetness in his voice aroused the rancor and despair of what had happened. And then, no more or less, catching me completely off guard, the urge to cry came like a slap, and I could not help myself. - He took my strength! I said loudly, as I began to sob with my face on the pillow, as if I could hide from her crying, a cry of pain. Only pain. "Camila," she murmured in a genuine cry. "What did he do?" "You forced me to do ... You forced me to do what I do not!" What I never did! I tried to control the sobs between the words, but the pain and the sadness were already taking care of me. "Oh, no ..." I heard Samantha say in a weak, sad voice. - Mila, I ... Oh, shit ... - AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I screamed a muffled cry from the pillow, trying to contain the pain in my chest. "Calm down, calm down ..." She lay on her side on the bed, hugged me, and kissed my hair, trying to calm me down. If there was anyone who could calm me down in such a situation, that someone was Samantha. I do not know how long I've been crying there. She kept hugging me, trying to contain my sobs. It was not a normal cry, of those silent ones. It was a cry that made one's breath short. A strong cry, full of regrets. Lamentations not only for the night before, but for all that life. All that goddamn life I'd been living in so many years. For being what he was, for doing what he did. By night after night, to be looked at from top to bottom, not as a human being, but as any object whatsoever. Like any shit in the showcase, exposed to customers who wanted to buy it after assessing their defects.I finally calmed down. - Come ... - She started - I'll help you. Take a shower, you'll feel better. If you want help, I'll stay here. - Thank you, Sá. That's all I could say. I went to take a hot shower, and when I left, Samantha had already changed the bedding. The sheets now smelled of lavender, and I felt cleaner, though I was equally sad. - Here. - She said, entering the room again and giving me a pill and some water. - It's a painkiller, it will improve your pain. I nodded gratefully. "I told Chloe what happened. Do not worry, she will not tell anyone else about it. She let you take the night off. It made me feel a little better. Knowing that I would not have to stay with anyone that night was a gift, and I would cling to it with all my strength left. "Ah ... Before I forget, I gave the check that was on the desk to her, in case you ask where he is. - She said. The check. Damn money. Fuck the damn money. I handed her the empty glass and went to lie down under the clean sheets. "Your sheets were ... bloody." She spoke in a half-embarrassed voice, as if she were dying of pity for me. - I did not notice. I answered in a weak voice. Usually I did not talk much, but I wanted to be silent that day. - We need to fix your wounds. For much of the afternoon Samantha was taking care of me. He took my lunch in the room, since I refused to leave there to find anyone. He passed several kinds of intimate ointments and ointments to my skin, trying to make my pain subside. He placed potato slices in my eyes to improve the swelling and left some types of skin base in my room that would disguise the intensity of the marks along the length of my body. "Yes, you've done enough for me." Thanks. You can go now, it's almost dark. "Promise me you'll be better, Mila." You are much prettier smiling. I did not want to smile, but Samantha was trying to be nice, and I had to at least pretend I was better. I owed it to her. - Thank you, Sá. You helped me a lot. I will improve, do not worry. I owe you a huge one. She smiled at me and walked away. I was alone in that room, which gave my brain complete freedom to think. And I did not want to think. I wrapped myself in the blankets and prayed for sleep. Luckily I did, thanks to the badly fallen night. When I woke up there was already a certain noise in the room. I looked at the clock that was 9pm. At that moment, dozens of people had fun in the living room and in the rooms around me. I was oblivious to everything in my sleep, but now I knew I was surrounded by that daily filth. Still sleepy, I got out of bed, dressed in any jeans, a white shirt, a jacket, and black sneakers. I looked quickly in the mirror and saw a Camila finished, bruised inside and out. Trying not to feel sorry for myself - Maybe because I did not deserve it. I took some of the base Samantha had lent me and carefully spread it across my face. The result was not bad. I grabbed the book I was reading and shoved it in my bag before leaving the room for the hallway. I peered around and saw that he was deserted, which was great: I did not want to see anyone. I went to the right, out of the back, where it would not attract anyone's attention. A short time later, I was walking about the street, walking towards the park ten minutes away. Arriving there, I sat on an empty bench under a low light pole. In the middle of the park, a lake with fountain gave grace to the place.I looked around and noticed that there were still people in the park, talking or just making time pass, just like me. Two ladies chattered ten feet from me on another bench. One couple dated shyly on the other side. Standing in front of me, a woman with black, disheveled hair watched the fountain leaning against the railing that surrounded the lake. I was meditating for some time. There was no escape from what had happened. I would have to accept it, and maybe it was not even that difficult. After all, I was a prostitute, maybe I could deal with it better than the right women. The thought that correct women and I were in different categories was not good, but it was necessary. I needed to know that she was not an ordinary woman, one who would marry and form a family, who would have children and grandchildren. I could not do that. I simply had to accept that the life I chose would not bring me these benefits. It was better to accept, because dreaming about things like this hurt. It could be a good dream, a pleasant dream, but at the end of the dream reality came with a destructive force. I would never be a correct woman. Even if I stopped prostituting myself, I would never be a beloved woman. I would not be a beloved woman because women in my category could not be loved. You can not dream about it. I thought, in an internal monologue. You can not dream of having someone, of belonging to only one.I stared at the woman's back in front of me, still absorbed in the lake water. You will not have a husband or wife. He and she will not be caring or worried about you. She will not be a man or an elegant woman, with black hair perfectly misaligned. The unknown woman I was staring at in my reverie turned around, getting ready to leave. His features resembled someone ... But they only remembered. His gaze passed through me, as if I were invisible. Then he left, in the silence that hung over the park. You are invisible. Accept this. This always hurt. But for some reason lately it hurt more. I looked at the book I had brought with me. "Pride and Prejudice." I blinked my eyes, trying to spread the moisture that kept me from seeing clearly. "Bloody romances that make me sensitive ... And as if I had not just criticized him, I opened the book and started I looked up at the clock 23: 50. Time to go back.I raised my head and looked at the park, now completely empty.- Maybe you're playing with luck, Camila.Last afternoon for a lady.- I said softly to myself , allowing me to laugh with debauchery of the last word, and the air of the park made me feel better, seeing new faces, seeing them happy and casual, made me feel better. my life from before I was what I used to be.I used to be proud of myself.A stupid teenage pride, it's true, but it was still something.And more, a lot more than being proud, I was not ashamed of the person He did not need to look at others as if he were hitting something extremely wrong and filthy. I walked back to The Hills. At this hour the environment was very busy. Many people. Lot of fun. Too much sex. Lauren. I remembered her like that, for no reason. She was kind to me. It was different from other customers. Different from Hardin. Was she there? Was she having fun with another girl? It was probable. Then I felt a little desire to see her. Perhaps she showed compassion to me, seeing my state. She would be affectionate. It would be nice, and it would smile at me with that smile. "Stop thinking nonsense, you asshole. I swore aloud. Neither she nor anyone else would see me that night. I arrived on the street next to The Hills in time to see a Porsche Cayenne silver pull away, turning the opposite corner. I went in the back, up the hall, and locked myself in my room. *** I woke up the next day knowing it would be different. My break was over, and I would have to go back to work. That thought discouraged me in the morning. I gathered my strength to leave the room, heading for breakfast downstairs. - Camila! Samantha reached me on the stairs. - How are you? - I'm better, Sá. Ready for another. I blinked, smirking. We had coffee together with the other girls. I did not talk much during the meal, but this did not seem to catch the attention of any of them, who continued chattering cheerfully. I spent the rest of my time reading, stopping just stopping a few times to go to the bathroom and have lunch. Then I would go back to bed and continue reading, sometimes shaken by my craze about not being able to concentrate and start thinking about others. The night came and I was more discouraged than usual. Some girls had already gone downstairs, so I started packing. I took a shower, I chose the most discreet clothes I could, I passed some base on the bruises, disguising them, and with the spirit of those who will find to the death, I descended. It was not long before my first client chose me. A man of forty years of age, apathetic.He was anxious as he talked to me, hopelessly trying to establish a connection between us. When we got to the room, his excitement seemed to cool as I saw my bruises in evidence. Of course, that was prickly. Unfortunately it was not enough to make him give up on me. So did the second, third and fourth customers. They all stared at me hungrily in the hall, but when they saw my condition, they were discouraged. As soon as I noticed the customer's room was already exhausted in bed, I got up and without waiting for him to leave the room, I went to take another bath, to clean myself. I brushed my teeth and brushed my cream for bruises, since my body was completely marked not only by the night before, but also by the four clients I had had that night. She was already exhausted, wanted to sleep, but it was still midnight, which meant that the day's work was just beginning. He left the bathroom and the man was gone. Great. I wore a yellow blouse with long sleeves, jeans and a closed sandal. Chloe would probably reproach me for the way I dressed, but I did not care much. I did not want anyone to see me, let no one else notice me. I sat up in bed for a few minutes, looking uninterestingly at the closed door of my room. I do not want to come down. I thought. "But you have to get down." I spoke out loud. But I do not want. "And since when do you want to matter?" It's true ... I stared at the door for a few more seconds. She was sad and depressed. I was tired and my body still ached almost everywhere. - Come on, Mila. I said with mock animation. "Perhaps your prince or princess is not waiting for you down there?" The debauchery in my words even made me laugh, a bitter laugh. I sighed, got out of bed, and went down once more into the hall. I went downstairs as I looked around. The later, the fuller the environment was. That night was no different. And then I saw her. In the middle of the crowd stood a charming woman, with beautifully messed up black hair. I was leaning against the bar, drinking a dose of something, looking the other way. He seemed to think of many things at once, none of them pleasant. I could not explain why, but I found myself admiring that woman, standing some steps up the stairs. I admired her not only for her obvious beauty, but for her as a whole: her posture, her charm, the strength that her presence seemed to exert in that place. I was sure that all the women were aware of that woman's presence. I thought about the fact that I had not seen her in a long time. And to see her at that moment, a few meters from me, gave me a sudden joy. I might even smile. I did not want to accept it, but the fact was that I was euphoric to see it. Because that woman was somehow, for some reason, more important than everyone else in that place, even if she only saw me as one of the other girls in The Hills. I looked around and saw several men alone. Some were already looking at me with interest. I did not think twice. I walked down the last few steps, following Lauren as fast as I could, without drawing too much attention. I reached the bar, but she was still absorbed in her thoughts. I touched his shoulder timidly. She turned to me and then studied me. He studied every little detail in me, making the silence between us prolong. That woman, the only person who seemed to care a little about me, was standing in front of me, watching me in silence, with an expression of displeasure and confusion on my face. The only person who treated me minimally well during all those years. Please, choose me. I thought, as if my thoughts could persuade her. "I need somebody gentle ... Please ..." The silence began to bother me, so I said, "I'm free ..." I took a step forward, and I could smell her perfume. A perfume I had not felt for two days. A scent I could now feel I needed. She kept staring at me, staring down at my neck. I should have been distracted by some personal problem, but I wanted her to notice me. I wanted her to talk to me. I wanted her to pick me. "I do not have any clients now. I'm free, if you want to be with me. I repeated, in case she had not heard. Please ... Please choose me ... Finally she said: - Camila. Are you afraid someone in this room will choose you? Was.I had this fear, I needed her to choose me before anyone else would. But that was not all that made me go to Lauren and offer me what she was doing. Something appealed to her. A sense of protection ... Maybe she did not want to be with me. Maybe she was already with someone, just waiting to go up and have fun. Maybe he was already having fun. I looked around again, and noticed some men looking at me. I did not want to stay with those men. I did not want to be with anyone ... "" No ... I just thought you wanted to ... Are you already leaving? " "No, I arrived fifteen minutes ago. I was waiting for you, since I was busy. She was waiting for me. By me. - Ah yes. I ... I'm not now. - Said, finally wanting to rush things. She stood still, staring into my eyes for a few seconds, saying nothing. At last he said, "Great. Ten minutes? - Ten minutes. I nodded. I climbed the stairs again, and although I did not understand what you felt or why, one thing was certain: for the first time in a long time I felt somehow happy. Pov Lauren Without checking for ten minutes, I took the rest of my Whiskey and up the stairs, toward Camila's room. I walked in without knocking and found an environment darker than when I first entered that room. Only a faint light from a table lamp in the distance, leaning against the wall, timidly illuminated the place, leaving the woman lying on the bed, dressed in a fully enclosed blue robe, practically in the shadows. - It's dark ... - I started. "It's good that your other senses are sharp. She said in a weak voice. - It is not good. I told you I want to see ... Camila got up and came towards me, and in a completely unpredictable act, she hugged me. - Please ... Let's do just like this today. Just today ... So I felt that perfume. The scent that always made me lose some of the control I had. Almonds. Almonds and shampoo. Shit! That damn perfume ... I felt her hands now timidly opening the buttons on my shirt as she gently kissed my breasts over her clothes. I wanted to ask her what had happened, I wanted to know what they did to her. But it was obvious she would not tell me. Without thinking much, I pushed aside the silk cloth that covered her shoulders and lowered my head to the place, applying soft kisses. The scent was stronger than normal, matching perfectly with the dark and incredibly sensual surroundings. My hands went to the knot in his robe, opening it slowly. She pulled back a little, so I could remove it completely. Then I was taken by surprise to find that she did not wear anything under the robe, now on the floor. And almost immediately, another surprise made me stop in front of Camilla. Although the room was dark, I could see his body almost entirely covered in dark patches and scratches. I took a step back, startled. - What the fuck is that? - Bones of the craft. Come on ... "She spoke as if she was having a tedious conversation, coming toward me and holding firmly the button of my pants as she opened it. - What ... Wait! What the hell happened to you? She snorted, looking impatient. - "It happened" a customer. And that's none of your business. - None of my business? Course is! I do not want to eat a woman who looks like she just got beaten! My thoughtless words came out at once, and they seemed extremely insensitive and rude in the silence of the room. Camila looked at me with a mixture of anger and sadness, seeming to think the words before pronouncing them. "That's why I left the dim lights-" "You thought I was not going to see?" I'm not blind! You look like a quilt, for God's sake! She kept staring at me for another two seconds, then took the robe off the floor and got dressed. "If you will not eat me, I'll ask you to leave my room so I can find another client."- I will not leave! And you're not going to have any more fucking customers tonight! I'll talk to Chloe about ... "" Who do you think you are to give me orders? " His voice was rough and loud. "That's none of your business!" "I'm not giving you orders, you idiot!" I'm trying to help you! I imagined she'd come up with a phrase for the moment when I'd finished my reply. When she opened her mouth to speak, she held back in time and closed it quickly, still looking at me angrily. Even though he was still hostile, his expression grew softer and softer. She looked around the room, as if something could give her some idea of what to say. She folded her arms across her chest defensively. "Lauren ... I felt the hairs on my neck rise to the sound of my name in her voice. It was weird - it was good - but I ignored the feeling. - What they did to you? - I insisted. "It was another night's work. One more night. She was looking down, avoiding glaring at me. - It's a lie! I've been with you for two nights, I've never seen you like this! - I already said that my skin is marked very easy ... - I am not moron! This is not normal! "Lauren ..." She repeated with her eyes closed, as if determined to put an end to it. - I need to work. If you do not mind ... - Is it for the money? I said, losing my temper. I did not even know why I was so insistent on protecting her. I reached into my back pocket, grabbing my wallet and opening it. Unsure of how many notes my fingers lifted, I pulled them out at once and threw them on top of her. Camila made no move to keep the notes from falling. He let them reach the floor, staring at them on the way. "My thirty minutes are paid!" Now do not you dare kick me out of that fucking room again! Still staring at the notes on the floor, she clutched the knot of her robe and walked nonchalantly to the bed, lying on her side after passing me. I stared at her for a while, watching the slow slipping of the thin tissue of her left thigh, finally exposing her fully to my gaze. I went to sit next to her. Closer to the point of light, I could better see the bruises on his skin. Camila was lying in front of me, her arms crossed in front of her body, but she would not face me. I touched his thigh with his fingertip, where a bruise was most evident. Although the spots took away much of the beauty and softness, her skin was incredibly soft. He seemed overly sensitive to my touch, almost breakable. I could not stop myself from circling the length of his leg, first with his fingertips, then with his open hand. He was afraid of causing her pain, so he tried to touch her as gently as possible. After many minutes past I said, "I do not like your skin like that. - Me neither. She answered me, serious, staring at the opposite wall. "Are not you going to tell me what happened?" "You're not my psychologist." - I'm your friend. She looked at me in surprise. I knew why. I was not her friend. She did not even know her full name. I knew nothing about her, but tried desperately to relate my protective instinct to some noble, pure feeling. Was it friendship? Although it sounded strange, it could only be friendship. But it sounded strange. It sounded wrong, somehow. - You are not my friend. "I ... I worry about you." I just want you to be okay, not to hurt you. "I uttered every word with a mixture of relief to be speaking without limitations, and confusion over my words and my feelings makes no sense if I want to myself. "I could help you, if you told me what happened-" "You can not help me. She shifted a little, still looking at me, which made the robe slide a little over her shoulder. My eyes flew through the place mechanically. "You could open up with me ..." I started, but I did not even pay any attention to my words. I allowed myself to hold my thoughts on the exposed shoulder, leaving it, though marked, more graceful. I no longer knew what my hand was doing on his legs, but I had notion that I was still touching Camila. I was struck again unexpectedly by her perfume. Almonds ... - I'm fine. It's my job. There's nothing you can do to change that. "Your work ..." I stammered, still staring at his shoulder. Even as I stared at her shoulder, I could see she was staring at me.After a few seconds Camila moved slowly, sitting on the bed and coming closer to me. Gently, she brought her mouth to my ear and spoke in a whisper. "It's my job to give you pleasure. That perfume! I felt her bite my ear and my neck. For some reason the scent seemed to have intensified, and I could feel nothing but that scent dominating my senses and breaking, inch by inch, my wall of resistance. The truth was that I did not want to resist. It was out of the question to demand from Camilla something with her in that state, whatever had happened. In fact, it would be out of the question if she showed resistance. Mysteriously, unlike the first night I met her, she was not upset about having sex with me, and I wondered why. Maybe she wanted more money for a good performance. '' Perhaps she wanted to arrest me for another half hour, guaranteeing the payment of another thirty minutes, since some clients could deny her by knowing her true state under the clothes that kept hiding her body, and she ended alone for the rest of the night. It was understandable that customers would deny it, since the marks left on that girl's skin were not at all pleasant. However, it did not exactly effect that on me. Probably the other customers were oblivious to their delicious perfume. I do not. That perfume did strange things to me. - Lauren? "Yes ..." I gasped as she gave light bites between my ear and my neck, in an extremely sensitive spot on my body. "I'm not going to have any more fucking customers tonight, okay?" She was teasing me. Again. "Right ..." I replied, closing my eyes tightly. "Then why is your hand on my groin?" "I do not know ..." I could feel my self-control trickling down the drain. Imperceptible, but fatally. - Well, I know. And saying this, without any warning, she gripped my cock firmly on top of her pants and began to massage him. The surprise made me jump lightly on the mattress. - Looks like he wants to eat something. I could not say anything, because absolutely nothing came into my head. I wanted to get into the game and respond with the same provocation, but I could not even formulate a sentence, something that did not sound pathetic or show my obvious lack of control. - Camila ... Stop teasing me ... - You love being provoked. She's the kind of woman who loves that, is not she? Yes. I was just that kind of woman. And she was showing off the kind of woman perfect for me: Provocative and sexy, not necessarily vulgar. Without holding back, my lips moved to her shoulder, licking and kissing. Slowly with my left hand I pulled the robe that still covered him from his other shoulder, giving me a privileged view of the whole area. I needed to control myself, but it was being very difficult. "Your perfume-" "I do not wear perfume. "You're very strong ..." "You do not like it?" I sighed. There was no way she was not quite honest with that question. - I love ... - Lauren? She whispered again in my ear. - Yes...? - Your time is over. - What? I said a little surprise and out of the way. She took one last bite into my ear and pulled away. "Your thirty minutes are over." It took me some time to get back to reality. "My time ..." I started out loud, trying to organize my thoughts. - Yes, your time. Ended. Your thirty minutes. She got up from the bed, covering her exposed shoulders as she moved my other hand from her crotch. Walking a little staggering, he reached the furniture low on the wall to the right, leaning against it as he kept his eyes closed tightly, as if he wanted to dispel some thought."I ..." I started, but I did not know what to say. She opened her eyes and looked at me. A different look. A strong, intense. I looked back, staring at her for some time, saying nothing. Silence hung over the dark room, catching us in the mysterious air of the moment. I had the impression that she did not know what to say, but like me, she did not want to say goodbye. Finally I got out of bed, pulled my wallet from my back pocket and opened it, reaching for all the notes inside it. I folded the notepad and handed it to Camila. She hesitated, but at last she took the amount I offered. I did not know for sure the sum of the money I had given her, and to my surprise, she did not check either, leaving the bundle of folded bills forgotten on the piece of furniture behind her. "You're mine for the rest of the night. I said quietly. I knew what I wanted to do during all the hours that awaited me inside that room. Unfortunately, my conscience kept me from being an unprincipled person, but my body needed to have what I had been looking for for some time, and until that moment I had not been able to: She. But I could not impose what I wanted. Even though I was a client, even though I was her job and I was paying for it, I could not demand anything of her under those conditions. I knew that others had done it that night, but I did not want to be like the others. Slowly, I put my wallet in the back pocket of my pants and lay flat on Camila's bed, staring up at the ceiling, my shirt still open for the early evening attempt. It would be in her hands to decide what to do. If she wanted to, we would be silent for the rest of the night. But I hoped she would make other plans for us, because what I wanted, what I needed, could only be done if she wanted to. I was still stuck in my thoughts as my eyes caught the change of surroundings unexpectedly. The room had plunged into total darkness. Camilla had erased the lamp behind the table. The only source of light was gone, and my eyes now slowly became accustomed to the complete darkness, broken only by the almost full moonlight of the starry night, managing to mark the silhouettes of some objects and her body. I closed my eyes trying to keep my thoughts in order and my breathing steady. I did not want to be tense or anxious, I wanted to act as I always did in those situations: Calm and carefree. Because that kind of situation was banal, but for some reason I could not explain, I could not see anything banal about what was happening at that moment. I felt the mattress beneath my body sink slightly, and then, for the second time in the night, I jumped by surprise as I felt Camila kiss my belly. Gently, she slowly raised her mouth for my change, until she laid soft kisses on my neck. I gasped as I felt his body completely naked over mine. "God ... It was demanding too much of my self-control, and the worst part was that she had not even touched me yet. I could barely contain myself as she teased me with light little bites in my jaw, migrating to my neck and ear, back to my breasts and descending obscenely back to my belly. By chance, she unzipped the single button that remained stuck in my pants, moving down the zipper and pulling it out of me along with the underwear.I did not dare to move, afraid that the moment I decided to touch her, my calm, already shaken, would be under water. - Where is it? She asked in the darkness. - Left pocket ... - I answered, keeping my eyes closed with great force, even knowing that if I opened them I could not see almost anything. I asked the mum herself why she was trying to keep calm and control, since, inevitably, at some point in the night everything would go to bed and we would do what I knew we would do. The thought that I did not have to keep holding back on myself suddenly made me happy, but my rational side insisted on saying that all that night, caution was extremely necessary. It was necessary because I knew the urgency my body had. It was pathetic, but at that moment I wanted her with all my being, and I knew she was fragile, to say the least. I knew that if I was not careful, I would end up hurting her more. And worse: I knew that if I was not careful, I would end up giving myself to everything, absolutely everything in that woman. I felt Camila drop the pants I kept in my hands, the frantic search for the condom. I had expected the low noise of the package being torn, but that did not happen. - P-p-putaquepariu! I could not contain the curse when I felt the tip of his tongue pass timidly over the head of my cock, now so absurdly hard that it hurt. As if she knew it, she began to lick it very gently without using her teeth. After a while, when my body was already accustomed to his touch, she finely took me in the mouth all at once, only letting my cock once more become accustomed to the warmth and softness of what now enveloped it. I was shaking violently, in the desperate attempt not to explode right there, to send caution to hell and to fuck her with all the strength I could. I tapped my fingers on the soft mattress of the bed, trying to stabilize myself and keep my hands busy. Did not work. At the third ascent of her mouth on me, my hands swiftly migrated to her head, my fingers intertwined in her hair, reinforcing the back and forth movement she made. I exhaled hard, trying to disguise the anguish in my groans. My eyes rolled in, and I could not even think coherently. His movements were now beginning to tighten. She pressed her lips to my penis, and as she reached the tip, she intensified her tongue strength, sucking the most sensitive part there, only to put my cock almost back into her mouth again. - Ahhhhhhhhh ... I ... I'm going to cum! Shit! It did not take five seconds. As I came back from the trance, beginning to hear again the sound of my own gasping breath in the darkness, I felt Camila's mouth still enveloping me, making sure my whole fucking thing had already been swallowed before I could take it away. - I'll give you two minutes. She teased. I took a deep breath and smiled, removing her hands from her hair and passing them over my face. "Do not you think I can handle it?" I asked, turning her around and taking her closer to the headboard, positioning myself on top of her between her legs. Now it was my turn to tease her. "Know that I can fuck you one, two, three times in a row. Do not even take it off. - This is impossible. She answered, and I could see on her face, by the glow that the moon reflected, that she smiled. "Believe me, I can do this. - I'll clean it up."Are you challenging me?" I asked, playing with his tongue around her neck. "Well, I like challenges ..." I reached for his left hand, taking the condom she was holding, finishing my speech: "... but not today. I ripped the package and got on my knees in front of it. "Can you give me a hand?" I asked. She understood the message, holding tight to my penis and moving it up and down as she knew how to do. It was enough, after a while, I took his hand away from me and rolled the condom over the length of my cock. Camila held it again, leading me to the entrance of her cunt. I gripped her hips without much force and slowly penetrated her, testing the position. An. Two. Ten times. "Am I not hurting?" "No ... I noticed that she was looking at me deeply, and her gaze conveyed a gratitude I did not understand. - Good, another good position for us. I penetrated her again, laying my body on top of hers, sliding my hands down her belly and her breasts on the course, finally stopping in her hair. I placed my mouth in her ear, intensifying slightly the movement my cock made inside her. - Camila? "Yes ..." "Can I call you Camz?" She was slow to respond, clearly wondering if it would be a good idea to let me do this. I knew her friends called her Mila, but I wanted to give her a different one. I might be pushing the limits, since only the people she cared about and cared about her called her by name. And I was obviously just a customer. - You can. I strained and she groaned in surprise. "Your name is beautiful-" "Another lunge." Another loud moan. - ... but Camz is ... sweet. - Ahhh! "Besides, it's shorter." - Fuck this! Aaahh! "Stop what?" I asked at the foot of her ear in an innocent voice, tucking it in again. She sighed, clutching at my hair. "Camz, I just want to talk. I stuck it harder than before. - What a great time ... to talk! I started to invest faster and harder, but still kept my tone unconcerned. Yes, I wanted to tease her, and I was sure she was doing it. "Explain something to me ... The first time we climbed you did not give a shit about me. As the lunges were stronger and faster, it was difficult to keep the calm, casual tone in his voice. Still, I continued theatrically: "Now you seem a little more involved. - Putaqueopariu ... - I mean, you could even meditate while I ate you, it did not seem to shake or me all inside you. And today he does not want to talk. It's weird, you know? - Lauren? - Fuck you. I did. "I'd rather fuck you." "Your ..." "I think you think I'm a nice person. I got up and stood on my knees in the bed between her legs again, still inside her, now holding her waist tightly and stocking violently. "I'm a nice person, are not I, Camz?" - AHHHH! I felt her cunt envelop and pinch my cock in ever-faster waves, and I could tell she was going to have an orgasm. Automatically, I stared at his face. I knew an orgasm was the moment when her body was completely delivered and her soul at peace. It was very easy to see the essence of a woman in the climax, because at that moment there were no pretenses or precautions. I wanted to see her. And with the light flooding the room through the window, I saw it. Camz had thrown his arms over his head, resting on the mattress in an almost perfect arc. His mouth was open, pulling as much air as he could to help her deal with the explosion her body was about to suffer. Her closed eyes danced behind her eyelids, following the movement I made inside her pussy. Two or three times his eyes opened timidly, only to close again slowly and pleasantly with the next thrust that was to come. She was absurdly beautiful. Beautiful as I had never realized. I did not know if it was the effect of the pearly light that the moon offered me or if it was that perfume I was beginning to fear, it had some supernatural power over me, but the fact was that Camilla, Camz, was a breathtaking sight. Even his blemishes and bruises did not erase his grace at that moment. I had felt it before, but I had never seen it before. Now I could see the scene I had lost, and my God ... It was beautiful! I tried to accompany her in the climax and I succeeded. I threw my head back, letting my body flood through unconsciousness a few moments after I heard a final groan of pleasure in his breath between panting breaths.Then everything was peaceful. I was on my knees with my head down, still inside her. And I could stay that way for a long time, if my legs were not starting to get numb. Carefully, I left Camila and went to lie down on her side, face down. I waited a few more minutes in silence, looking at the figure of a beautiful girl now almost asleep beside me. "Hey ..." I spoke softly as I fingered the cut on his cheekbone. "The rest of your night is still mine. Can not Sleep. She smiled still with her eyes closed. - I will not sleep. I just need to rest, because even though you're the goddess of sex, I can not be fucked twice in a row. - I am amazing. I smiled smugly. - How old are you? Fifteen? "You're just jealous because I'm a sex goddess and you're a deadly relic." - I do not want to upset you, but I've been with people were really good. Difficult to be passed back. I stared at her with malice. "Well then, I promise you, Camz: I'll leave you today like no other person has ever left you. And when dawn, you'll still be smelling my scent on you. As agreed, the rest of that night was mine. One time I had to go down in search of Chloe to inform her that Camila would no longer be available. I ignored the reaction of astonishment that I received, rising again in her room and staying there. We had sex in every way, in positions I had never tried and in various places inside the room: Bed, shower, floor, dressing table and writing desk. My extra condom in my wallet was not enough, so I still had to use three of the many that Camila kept on her bedside table. What intrigued me was the fact that I could not get over her. Not in the sense of exhaustion - since when the clock struck at 4 o'clock in the morning none of us could even move - but in the sense that I did not get sick of that body. And I always, always nauseated easy of the same women. After all, she must have something special. I do not know when I did not know where I was, but I finally allowed myself to sink into unconsciousness, and from that point on, I could not remember anything else about that night. Pov Camila I woke up the next morning with the noise of rain. Heavy rain, which resolved to fall at once on that Saturday morning. Gradually the wind and the heavy drops made me come back to reality. I opened my eyes trying to adapt them to the clarity that seven o'clock in the morning brought, as informed by the alarm clock positioned on the bedside table directly next to me.I allowed myself not to move, waging an epic battle against my eyelids. Gradually I regained consciousness, which made me feel the pain in my body as I tried to turn upside down on the bed. "Shit ... I could not hear my voice, which came out in a whisper. I chose to stay face down for some time, since standing still seemed to be the only action I could perform without pain. I focused on the pleasant noise that the rain made outside without wanting to reason, and I found myself cradled by that sound. I could swear that clues to a dream were beginning to form in my imagination when I was frightened by a thunder, not too strong, but still enough to make me open my eyes again. - Meeerda ... - Hhhmmpff ... The scare made me turn in the bed faster than I wanted. I felt the pains in my body again, showing no mercy, but it was not enough for me to turn my attention away from the woman, who was also facedown, shyly at my side, still with her eyes closed. Lauren's hair was still what I thought was impossible, more misaligned than usual. His face was almost tucked into the soft pillow, and a sheet covered only the area of his body that should not be seen-the most beautiful. I kept feigning her, not knowing what to do, and then flashes from the night before came to my mind: Lauren paid to stay with me for the rest of the night. We had sex until 4:00 in the morning. And then, we erased it in my bed. "Oh, shit ... I had imagined she would be annoyed at waking up in a prostitute's bed, but that was inevitable. She would wake up at any moment, then see me next to her, remember what happened, and leave The Hills as fast as she could. After a few minutes of thinking I came to the conclusion that it might be best to wake her up at once and get her to leave as soon as possible. In fact I would have done it right away if I had not been admiring her practically with my mouth open, like a complete jerk. There was no denying it: Lauren was absurdly beautiful. It was almost immoral, almost supernatural. But everything about her could be so perfect, so dazzling, that I was beginning to wonder if that beauty was at least possible. As if she could read my thoughts, she smiled. A smile so simple and so devastating that it made me lose a little of my breath, already unstable by the situation. It must have been a good dream, or at least a pleasant one, to make her smile in such a sweet, so passionate way ... Without taking her eyes from her, she caught me smiling back at the mere sight of her smiling and wishing intimately and deeply, without even knowing why, that I was in that dream. The rain began to fall with even more force, releasing me from my reveries for an hour. I got out of bed with difficulty and headed for the bathroom, closing the door carefully as I passed. I washed my face and combed my hair with my fingers, not even looking at the mirror, leaving a good shower for later - after I had with Lauren out of my room. I passed my cream remembering the pain I felt and put my robe on entering the room again. She had not moved, which could mean she was sleeping soundly. I reluctantly woke her without knowing if it was because I did not want to take her away from the peace that surrounded her in her dreams, or because her presence there made me feel light. "Lauren ..." I whispered, patting her shoulder lightly. She did not answer. I repeated the slap a few times, but she seemed to be sound asleep. In an extremely daring act, I allowed my fingers to enter that disheveled, fluffy hair, making waves and gentle movements. Once again my breath was unsteady. After a few minutes of doing this, she moved, which caught me by surprise and made me quickly remove her hands from the spot, again pounding on the shoulder.- Lauren .. - Hmmmmmmm .... - You have to go. - Hm. - Did you hear me? - Uhm. Believing that the conversation had ended, she pulled the sheet over to cover herself and snuggled closer to the pillow beneath her head. That was a new thing that would come to my list of things I was bad at doing: Waking someone up gracefully. Let's try again. - Lauren ... - Hmmmm? - It's Saturday. And you're in my room. - Uhm-hm ... - You hear me ... - My God, woman, let me sleep! I was caught by surprise by the hoarseness in his voice. She still kept her eyes closed. - Are not you at home. I said, trying to keep my voice down as if talking to a patient. - I know where I am. I'm in your room, in your bed, trying to sleep. But you will not let it. It's Saturday, it's 7:15 in the morning ... For God's sake ... - But ... You're in my bed ... - Then let me sleep. She punctuated it as if it were an obvious argument, cuddling more in the sheets and ending the argument. I never imagined anyone wanting to stay in my bed like it was ordinary. Most of the customers had a certain disgust and remained in it for as short a time as possible. Lauren ironically seemed to be different from all other customers in virtually every respect. "Well ..." I began, more in a whisper than words, "I'm going to lie down then too." If she had any objections to that, she would have spoken. But Lauren remained silent. Immobile. Great. I got up from the bed looking in the drawer for a white T-shirt and panties. I put the clothes on and went back to her side, still a little afraid of her reaction when she realized we were in the same bed. No point in cursing later ... I tried to warn you. Trying to ward off my insecurities, I lay down on the mattress carefully and turned sideways with her back to her. I did not want to look at her. Strangely, looking at her made me happy. And that was very strange. To see her there, beside me, as if nothing else mattered, was simple. It was good. And with each passing minute it got better, because there seemed to be no complications or limitations. She was there and that was all. Her quiet breathing, my own hesitant breathing and the rain outside were the only sounds, the sounds that gave the melody in that moment of peace. And it was so good ... Exactly because it was so good, I did not want to face it. Because I knew that the more I tied her to my side, in a peaceful sleep, the harder it would be to accept the pain of not having her there later. I knew it would hurt. And knowing that made me afraid. Suddenly I felt her arms wrap around me, her body forming a shell with mine. I stood still, in panic, in ecstasy. - Hmmmm ... You ... passed the cream, right? Holy shit, you fucking bitch, you fucking bitch. - Yes ... - That smell is very good. She said, thrusting her face between my hair and my neck and drawing deep in there. I did not answer, keeping my eyes wide and trying to keep my heart from coming out of my mouth. I did not move a single muscle, afraid that it would move away. After a few minutes I closed my eyes and savored the moment: Her arms around me. Her fingers on my belly. Her breath on my neck. Her left leg between mine. I did not want to sleep. I wanted to enjoy every second of that hug. It was the most affection I had received in my whole life as a prostitute. It felt so good, it did not even look real. But it was all there. The weather, the sounds, the air. The sheets, her skin, the heat of her skin ... And then, even reluctantly, I could not overcome the sleep that once again made me relax and forget everything. *** I got up scared when Lauren decided to undo the bear hug that kept around me and I went looking for the scandalous object, groping between clothes and furniture, looking inside bags, drawers and backpacks. My vision, still blurred by sleep, made the task extremely challenging, finally the cell phone stopped ringing. I was a bit calmer, starting to look right this time. I found it on top of a pile of books covered by folded clothes, forgotten in the darker corner of the room. I opened and viewed a missed call from Samantha.- What the hell? Why had not she just knocked on the door and asked me to open it, as she always did when she wanted to talk to me? I turned my eyes still on the phone only then I remembered Lauren, still lying on my bed, staring at me with a strange face. If it was curiosity, revolt or just sleep, I could not tell. I stared back at her for some time holding her gaze until she got tired of that game and stood up, heading for the bathroom. In the middle of the way he grabbed his underwear box and slammed the door behind him. She walked in an imposing way. I always noticed that, but I felt that with each passing day that woman exuded more power than before. I sighed and two seconds later the cell phone, still in my hand, alerted me to a new message received. I looked at the display and pressed '' View '', then came across a message from Samantha: Tell me Lauren is not in your room. I smiled as I read that little sentence, imagining Samantha biting herself with anxiety for my answer while all the other girls gnawed their nails of expectation as well. It was really impressive how hardly anything went unnoticed in that place. I pressed the '' Reply '' button, already with my formulated sentence, but I stopped shortly thereafter. Should I tell her she was here? Maybe she did not want to be noticed, and tried to go out in the back, avoiding gossip. But then I remembered that it was Lauren, even if she teleported people would know she had been there. Whether it was the natural scent of her skin or the aura of power she emanated over all the people in that place, and probably the universe. Yes, it is. Please be discreet. I finished typing and sent the message, then hung up my cell phone shortly. It was the time to hear, clearly, excited giggles downstairs. I noticed for the first time the money bills thrown to the floor, and I immediately remembered the night before. I was extremely grateful to the gods and fate - whatever it was - that Lauren stayed with me the rest of the night before. She had been a gentleman letting me choose what to do yesterday. She was the only one of the hundreds of clients who really cared a little about me. I took the notepad from the floor, aligning it in the palm of my hand, folding it and placing it on the furniture where the rest of the notes that belonged to her wallet once belonged. The bathroom door opened. Lauren left, noticing my presence immediately at her side, but still she did not look at me. "Since I did not have a toothbrush, I used her buccal septic," she said suddenly. "I hope it does not matter. - It's all right. She took her pants off the top of a chair, pulling her wallet from one of her pockets. She came toward me as if I remembered something with a snap, shifting at the last minute to pick up the notes on the piece of furniture behind me and count them. I waited with my arms crossed for her to finish her math. When it seemed to be over, he said nothing. Instead he went to his wallet again, opening it and taking out a check. - Do you have a pen? She asked, looking around. - Because? Money does not pay its hours. He replied, rushing to the book on the desk and drawing a pen from inside it. - You just cleared the point I had stopped my reading. - I just said it. I had not really cared about that. "Have you heard of brand-pages?" I'll get you some.She responded with mockery. Lauren kept her head down, filling the check, and I felt strangely annoyed by the situation. When it was over, she came up to me and left the check by the notes. At no time did his eyes cross mine. - What is the problem? I asked, already a little annoyed. - No problem. - She answered calmly, finishing dressing. "Why do not you look at me?" She stopped buttoning her shirt and stared at me again. "I hate to see you like this." - As? Just waking up? - Is not it. You're all ... marked. Ah. That. Shit. "Your bruises are less obvious at night." "Well, things get brighter by day, right?" - I said debauchery. - I am seeing. She punctuated sadly. I went to one of the dumb servants, grabbed a makeup bag Samantha had lent me, and adopted a polite tone: "Excuse me. I'll be normal in fifteen minutes. And saying that, I closed the bathroom door behind me. When I left, I was surprised to find that she was still in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed while reading some chapter of Pride and Prejudice. She glanced at me discreetly from top to bottom and smiled. "You look better." - She said. - I feel better. Yeah, makeup really is the best friend of women. Jane Austen is very romantic. "Yes," I said without emotion, as I fumbled for some trousers to cover my panties. Since I only found a pair of jeans, I put it on quickly. - You are romantic? I looked at her immediately and saw that she was already facing me. - I did not answer. "I can not afford that." "Everyone can be romantic. "I do not win anything dreaming of an enchanted prince." On the contrary, I only have to lose. "No one has anything to lose with a dream. I sighed. - When you realize that a dream is unreachable then you have much to lose. - Do not underestimate the power of fairy tales. "I promise not to underestimate as soon as my life turns into one." But until then I allow myself to be embittered with life and not to believe in love. - You do not believe? She widened her green eyes. "Have not you ever fallen in love?" I wanted to respond immediately, but something in my head hammered a ridiculous doubt, something I did not even want to try to understand. I replied after a while: "No. Never. - Wow. She turned her gaze to the now closed book, enjoying the cover. - Have you ever? - Let. "Well." "Well, given the situation, I do not think it was a fairy tale either. Suddenly I was afraid of being rude, but she let out a bitter, mocking laugh, still not looking at me as she answered, "No, it was not. Then his face was sad as I had never seen it, and it made me feel a sudden sadness for her. "You tell me this story one day. I did. - If you want of course. I corrected myself, stumbling over my words and blushing from head to toe. She smiled a gentle smile as she spoke again. "It'll be good to talk." I smiled back, thanking in silence for Lauren wanting to share something with me besides uncomplaining sex. "So ... Let's get down?" - Of course ... Of course. I fit the first pair of sandals I found and headed toward the door. I looked around to find the corridor was deserted, and then I left the room with Lauren behind me. I descended the stairs in silence, reaching downstairs quickly. I looked around again for someone, but there was no girl in sight. "Well ... which door do you want to get out of?" She looked at me in surprise. "I ... Well, I thought I might have something to eat before I left ..." "Do you want breakfast?" On here? "I can eat anything on the street ..." "No! I said a little hurriedly. "I just thought you wanted to go .... Sorry." "I'm really starving, but if I mess up I might ..." "It will not. I interrupted her. Come here. Without even thinking, I took her hand and pulled her into the kitchen, and that simple act made me blush again. It was so scattered that I did not notice the conversations that came from there, and without even thinking about it I opened the door, encountering several girls sitting at the large central table while chattering about anything unimportant. I stood, still holding Lauren's hand as the group looked at us with interest. Samantha's mouth was a little open and I could not think of anything to say. After a few seconds I came to the conclusion that it might be better not to be touching her at that moment. I let go of her hand as if it burned and I crossed my arms over my chest. Lauren spoke first.- Good morning, girls. They answered in unison. Those who could formulate an answer, at least: "Good morning, Lauren. "I'm sorry to break into your space, but I'm starving, you know. She punctuated an annoyingly lovely pout. I rolled my eyes. - Ahhh, I'll prepare something for you! Come here! Hanna said, a little more lively than she should have. As I sat down at the table pouring myself orange juice, Samantha gave me meaningful glances. I shrugged, noting that she was the only woman in the room to pay attention to me instead of Lauren. She sat down in the chair immediately in front of me, laughing silly about the power she wielded over those women. - Ridiculous. I whispered to her, which made the smile widen even more. "Did Lauren sleep well?" Britt asked suddenly and I choked on the juice, coughing like crazy. It was not like her to be ironic, which frightened me. Scarlet, sitting next to me, patted my back lightly, becoming aware of my presence for the first time. - Ah yes. - She answered. - Camz's bed is very comfortable. There was a momentary silence. - Camz? "Some girls talked together while the others looked at each other. Hanna almost dropped the eggs she had on her hands, and Scarlet stopped trying to make me breathe again. "You call her Mila, and I call her Camz. "I asked her for permission, so I can call her that too." She said, winking at them. I wanted to stick my head in the basket of breads in front of me, but I imagined it would draw a lot of attention, so I stood there, looking at Lauren and her indiscretion, feeling my face burn with shame. "Oh, so if she's okay with it, fine. Samantha said, trying to put an end to that. - I'll kill you. I moved my lips to soundless words to her as she laughed at me. The girls were already talking and laughing again, looking at Lauren and looking back at each other. Thank God no one looked at me but her. - Your omelet. Hanna said, placing a plate in front of her and sitting on the empty chair beside her, resting her chin on a hand like a teenager watching a Brad Pitt movie. - Seems pretty good. Thanks. She thanked him, winking at her. What annoying craze she had to blink at people! She laughed contentedly in response, and I began to get whore. - Excuse. I dragged my chair back and got up. - Where are you going? - She asked. - Read. You already know the way to the door. And even if I did not know it, I'm sure Hanna would be more than happy to accompany you. She did not even look at me when I mentioned her name, how big was her interest in her. - Oh, okay. Well, see you later. "Until." And saying that, I left the kitchen, trying more than ever not to think that the scene I had just made in front of all those women and Lauren had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with jealousy. ***
