My sweet prostitute

Chapter3

POV Camila The rest of that morning and early afternoon were taken by Samantha and Scarlet asking questions about the sordid details of what had happened between me and Lauren the night before. "For God's sake, it seems you do not know everything. You do the same thing every day. I was speechless. "But no client stayed in my bed until the next day. Samantha said. "Mostly a customer like Lauren." Scarlet completed. "She must have been tired. I did. - Come on, Mila. A client does not sleep in a bitch's bed unless he's comfortable enough. "Scarlet, whether she was comfortable or not, I do not know. But it must not have been the first time she's done it. "Well, Samantha started-at least here she never did. With neither of us. I felt suddenly in a good mood, which I tried not to relate to the fact that I now knew that I was, in a way, at a different level from the other girls in that place. Even excited, I tried to change the subject. She needed to be alone. - Well, I'm going for a ride. It's Saturday, no customers to spoil me. I'll enjoy the scenery. "But it's still raining. - Great. Fewer people on the street to stare at me. *** At five in the afternoon I walked out of The Hills with my bag-backpack on my shoulder, wearing a faded red coat, skinny jeans, and an old All-Star pair. I had no umbrella, but I did not have to. It was drizzling and the small, thin droplets did not bother me. On the contrary, they were quite pleasant. I noticed that the clouds were heavy and the thunder was more and more frequent, so I ran not to catch a flood that I knew would come. I pulled the hood of my coat over my head and walked to the bus stop. I wanted to go to the park on the other side of the neighborhood, breathe new air. As soon as I arrived, I ran to one of the many wooden round tables covered in red tiles. Since I did not sell, I managed to protect myself from the rain there. It was a quiet place and obviously, it was empty. From the little streets and houses that I could analyze, I could see that it was a neighborhood of people at least quite rich. I took out my book, a dictionary and a pen from the bag, placing it on the table and sitting on one of the four wooden stumps that served as benches. Thanks to Lauren, I had to look for some time at the page where I had stopped reading. Smelling the smell of rain, I managed to relax. I do not know how long I stayed there. Everything seemed so calm and easy. The place was beautiful, the grass was trimmed, of a living green. The drops, now thicker and larger, fell heavily on the surface of the huge lake in the center of the park. That atmosphere was contagious, and at that moment, that place was the best place in the world to be. I saw someone running through the thick curtain of rain, taking shelter at one of the covered tables across the park. I smiled for no reason. The woman, as I could tell after some analysis, took off her leather jacket and shook her wet hair like a dog that had just come out of the shower. I looked back at the book and resumed my reading. A few minutes later my cell phone made a faint, dying sound, warning me that the battery had run out. - Great. Nothing like peace. I said it aloud. - I agree. I jumped with fright as I heard the voice speaking immediately behind me, not sufficiently grave enough to be hidden by the heavy clatter of rain. It was a female voice. A beautiful voice, incisive, a little hoarse and powerful. That kind of voice you imagine a beautiful woman had, and the fact that she had been thinking about that voice every five minutes, when I was scattering Jane Austen's story in front of me, did not even have to turn around to know who the woman who was a little less than a meter away from me. Even then I turned, staring at those wonderful green eyes. She was drenched from head to toe and had a rolled magazine all wet and soft in one hand, and the other in her coat. Normally when I was caught off guard, it took me a moment to formulate a sentence. In that case I had just been caught by surprise by Lauren, which made my attempts to say something coherent even more unsuccessful. Because Lauren dazzled me naturally, taking me by surprise or not."You ... What ..." I coughed, clearing my throat. - What are you doing here? - I 'm the one who' s asking. Here is a little far from where you live. - I wanted to leave ... Read a little ... Run away a little ... - I got it. I still did not know what she was doing there. He did not believe in coincidences, much less in destiny. - What are you doing here? I repeated. "Well, I went to the bank to buy a magazine, and then the sky crashed over my head. Then I crossed the street and came running here. I was under that protection across the park and I saw you. Well, I thought you were someone like you, but I could not say for sure. So I came to check, and here I am. Lauren punctuated her speech with a crooked grin. I sighed. - Do you live here? I asked. "I live two blocks from here. I can see this whole park from the porch of my living room. And saying this, he pointed to a towering white mirrored building, the tall one to our left, a little far away. - Let me guess: Do you live in the penthouse? - IS. I smirk with debauchery lowering my head. So she was a rotten rich woman. - Hey, can I sit down? - Clear. I took my purse off the bench next to me, giving it the place. She accepted, sitting up and drawing a random subject: "So ... A rainy Saturday." What the hell, huh? Keeping a normal conversation with Lauren sounded forced, because we did not chat. We did not know each other for that, and our goal together was quite different from playing chit-chat. Still, I wanted to give a chance that this relationship, wrong in almost every respect, could become something better, something worth doing. - I like rain. I answered. - Brings me peace. And the smell is very good. She smiled. "I think you're the only person in the world who prefers a rainy Saturday to a hot sunny Saturday." "I do not think I'm the only one." "I must have known a lot of people as sensitive as I am. She looked at me deeply, but I continued: "I mean, it's very easy to enjoy a sunny Saturday, but hardly anyone sees the beauty of a rainy afternoon. If people tried to see the real beauty of this here ... "I looked around, leaving the phrase in the air. "I'm not saying I do not like the sun, but people seem to forget that without the rain the good weather would be tiring. We have to change from time to time, otherwise everything gets very annoying. I looked at her again and found that she did not simply look at me: She was analyzing me. I felt my face blush, managing to finish my argument in a lower voice than before: - But I still prefer the rain ... - You know ... - She started after a few seconds in silence - I think now I prefer the rain too . His gaze was penetrating, and I began to feel completely exposed to that look. I looked away, again trying to read the book in front of me. "Still that book?" - IS. I've made a lot of progress today, I've already passed the half. I answered. "Do you read with a dictionary?" "Yes." For the millionth time, I blushed. My blushing spell in front of her was already getting annoying. - You have a few words ... You know, difficult. I do not understand, then I search the dictionary, and then I can continue reading. "That shows a great strength of will, you know? Most people, when they read something they do not understand, just let it go. They prefer not to understand the passage of a book to move and go to look for the meaning of the word. "Well, I understand fewer words than most people do. "Um ... Did you ... did not you study?" "Oh, I did. I was a middle school student at school. But then I had to leave.I looked at my hands. - Because? I looked at her again. His expression encouraged me to continue, and for the first time I could see someone other than Samantha genuinely interested in what I had to say. "Well, I ... I was ten when my father died. It took two shots in one round. My mother was a housewife, never worked, and supported us with money from my father. He was a cop. When he died my mother had to look for a job. Since she did not know how to do much, she found a waitress job. She paid little and required many hours of her day. So I had to leave school to take care of the house. This things. - I'm sorry. I could see she was really sorry. "And your mother-" She continued. - He died just over 3 years ago. Drugs, alcohol, depression. This things. All because of an unfortunate woman she met ... I sighed. Talking about her and my father's hurt. I could feel the pain clearly at that moment, because it was the first time I actually talked about it with anyone. "She was beautiful, you know. My mom. She had pretty brown eyes before she met that son of a bitch. And even when you were sad you could see something in it that illuminated your life. It was as if there were some kind of sun in it. And she was different from other people. She was beautiful, beautiful inside and out. "There must be one or two of her things in you." I looked at her, and without even knowing why, smiled. She smiled back. Was her smile as handsome as yours? "It was much prettier." I was embarrassed. "She should not have died so young." There were still many people to enlighten her. I wiped a tear that ran down my face, catching me by surprise. "Maybe that's your role now. Lauren concluded. I gave a sad, muffled laugh. "I do not think I can play that role." I'm not half the woman she was ... "" You light me up. She said it quietly, and kept looking at me as if she'd just said good morning. "There's something in you. I noticed it the first day I saw you. You're very different from most people, Camz. - I'm not. It's your impression. Nobody is different from anyone. - Yes it is. Everyone is different. There are ordinary people and there are special people. Too bad you do not see it. "There are only people in my world. They only come close to you because they have some interest. No one is there purely to help you. You have to give something back. "Maybe what they ask for in return is not much. Maybe it's just a friendship. "Lauren," I said, my voice choking with a sadness that was not in my plans for that afternoon. "No one ever asked me for friendship." She was silent. I saw in her expression that she had nothing that could be said to make me feel better. But that was not news. "You hate this life, do not you?" She finally asked. - You have no idea. For the first time she looked away, now looking at her wet hands. - The other girls ... They do not care. But for you it's a punishment. I remained silent, staring at my own hands."You won my sympathy for free, you know. - She continued - I think you a nice person, and as time goes by, I feel like you more. I looked at her a little euphorically. "I do not want to be a part of it, Camila. I did not know it was like this. "I ..." I started, but I did not know what to say. "I do not know all the sins you've committed in your life, but I can see that you're a good person. And good people do not deserve to suffer. At least I like to think I'm not helping make their lives more miserable. She looked at me again. "I will not do that to you again." I'm not going to use you to cover the holes in my own life anymore. It's not fair, and I'm sorry I've done it until now. Yes, she should apologize. Yes, she was part of the mediocrity of my life, and it helped make her miserable. She was a client, a person who reminded me every day why I hated my life. But at the same time, she was the person who made me feel, with each passing day, a little less unhappy. A person who stood out, who differed from other people, not only because she was intersexual, but simply because she was the way she was, but also because she cared about me. He really cared. I felt my heart melting slowly as I stared at her, wet, standing in front of me. My feelings seemed to fight inside me, fighting a fight that even I could not push away. A mixture of anger, desire and madness confused me, and I was not sure what to say, but I knew I needed to say something. Still, I could feel my chest almost exploding. He was small enough to hold so many things that fought each other for the leadership inside. I felt a sudden surge of sincerity taking hold of me, and before I could run off leaving her in my silence, I closed my eyes and simply said, "You are the best thing that has happened to me all this time. You're the only person who cares that I'm all hurt or not. You were the only person who asked me about my life. And I'm sorry to tell you this, I'm sorry I can not shut up right now, but I do not want you to leave. Another tear trickled down my face, but I did not care. "Do not scare me, I just ... I like having you around. I feel safe. I know you do not want that kind of responsibility, and you do not have to. But it's only your presence that gives me that. You do not have to do much more than be around. She looked at me a little frightened, but now there was no turning back. Lauren swallowed after a while in silence. She ran her hands through her hair, not knowing what to do, and finally said, "Is it near you want me?" "Yes," I answered without flinching. She smiled. That crooked smile. "Then it's around that I'll be around." I smiled back, wiping my face. "You look so much prettier, smiling." "I'll try to smile more often then. I was joking. "I'll take that from you." The rain was now a thin curtain of very small droplets, so light that they were slow to fall. In the sky, a timid sun lit the clouds fragilely, and the combination of it painted a rainbow so large that it occupied all the visible part of the gray sky. Lauren looked at me, pointing to the color above us. - Saw? - He spoke calmly - When good weather and bad weather mix in one, the result is more beautiful than expected.A few minutes later the sun had set, leaving the environment gradually darker. The rain had stopped, and some people had already ventured out into the desert before. The conversation between me and Lauren took a more pleasant course, and then we talked about more mundane things. Unfortunately she asked me too many things, and I did not have the opportunity to know a little of her life either. "You'd better get out before you get pneumonia." "Your clothes are wet all afternoon. - It is true. She answered, and I looked at the shirt still attached to her body because of the water. - You will stay? - He asked. Suddenly I noticed that if she was leaving, then I had nothing else to do there. My reading had long been forgotten, the books were already closed and stored inside the bag. No, I'm going too. It's already getting dark anyway. - So let's go. I'll walk you to the bus stop. The way there was silent. Fortunately it was not an unpleasant silence, but rather that kind of silence that happens when two people know they do not have to fill that space with idiot words and disposable conversations. It was a natural silence, where the presence of the other person was the only thing to be shared and appreciated. The bus arrived and I was sad for the farewell. But it was necessary, so I got on the bus at once, looking back and waving shyly at her who retaliated, still watching me as the vehicle accelerated. The trip seemed too quick for my daydreams, and by the time I got to The Hills I just wanted to be alone. I denied dinner when they called me down to the kitchen because, in fact, I did not feel hungry. I handed the money over to Chloe and locked myself in my room. I took a good shower and lay down on the bed. From there I did nothing but think. I do not know what time the sleep came, and I do not know how long I've been wandering alone in the dark of the room. The rain hit the roof hard again, and my thoughts kept flying for that Saturday afternoon, which should have been just another Saturday afternoon. And although I was not aware of much, although I did not know what exactly got me so lost lately, I had a hunch. A hunch that made me both euphoric and panicked at the same time. I remember the last thought I had before plunging into unconsciousness again. If it was a request or a prayer, I could not tell. But anyway my feelings gradually began to take shape, and I desperately tried not to see things as they seemed to be. As they would be, from that moment: Please, PLEASE, that I am not falling in love with Lauren. *** Pov Lauren It's funny how Sundays are usually monotonous days it's depressing. In fact, after some time I realized that Sunday was the day of the week necessary for the workers who needed to replenish their energies for a long exhausting week. In my case it was not like that. I just did not do much. I did not have any kind of legwork, and everything in my professional life was about signing tons of papers.So Sundays were boring. At the end of a week I was quite willing and unwilling to rest. So my Sundays always started at 6:00 in the morning, when the sun was still deciding whether to go out to play or not. After a lazy breakfast, which usually came down to some cereal or a glass of strawberry juice, I would run off. It would run through the still-deserted streets, were it not for some elderly people who were playing cards in squares, paper-workers and bakers (who usually woke up early to attend the same old ones.) As soon as he returned home, around 9am, watch the TV and stay on it until the rest of the damn Sunday. I had no friends. I shrank from almost every relationship I could after suffering a great disappointment. Obviously many people found me anti-social and suspicious, which was true. Even so, it was not uncommon for luxurious parties where I was some sort of guest of honor, which obligatorily placed me in a position where I had to attend. I say '' obligatorily '' because almost always my desire to enjoy parties of rich snobs was almost as great as to kill myself, but in many of them some important matters related to business were treated, and I had to go. Of course I'd never, ever go without Ally's company. Usually it was she who made every decision about the company, inside or outside it. Obviously no one knew that, but that was our little secret. And I knew that if I were to join any religion, I would form my own where Ally would be deified, becoming the object of my thanks and adoration. It was the least I could do for the woman who had saved my neck so many times, she knew me perhaps better than my own mother. - Alôôôô ... - Good morning, Ally. I woke you up? - Mrs. Jauregui? No, good morning, ma'am. "I promise I will repay you for renting your time almost every Sunday." Feel free to turn it off in my face, I know I'm boring. "You can tell me first why you called. "Well, first of all, I'm bored, which explains why I called you home at this time to ask if it's really necessary that I go to work tomorrow. Silence on the other side of the line. That kind of silence that is made when a child asks the mother if she can travel alone to Disney and stay there for a month and eat only chocolate. "Obviously, ma'am. She answered, with all the patience my immaturity demanded of her. - Hm. Right. Do I have to go to the party tomorrow too? - Yes, I think so. - But it's just a party! With the same people, the same drinks ... "I started. "Yes, and you know the event will be important so we can close the deal with the Hiltons." "You could-" "I do not think I have that power. "But I-" "They would only close the contract with you. And I'm afraid I'm not like you to fool them. - Shit. "Was that all, ma'am?" "Stop calling me" lady "in the middle of Sunday. - Perfectly. Can I go back to sleep, or do you have any more futility to debate? He laughed at his sincerity. I liked Ally when she was not playing the role of secretary and treated me like the real idiot I was. - It's all right. But I want to remind you that if I drink beyond the account you will be responsible for me. Even if I throw up in the pool and punch some waiter."Okay ..." "And you'll have to bring me home and put me to bed." You do not have to shower me, I'll spare you that. - I played. "Okay. But what you have between your legs does not interest me, only my husband's interests me. And he will be glad to know that I do not need to see her naked. Laugh again. - Ally, help. My life is boring. - Kill yourself. Good morning, Lauren. And, finally, he hung up. Shit life. I slid the glass doors and walked to the balcony of the room that took up the whole width of the room. I leaned over the parapet and could see some cars passing through the streets far below me, now much busier. I looked at the horizon and saw much of the park, two blocks from me. I remembered her immediately, staring at the treetops that almost covered the park below. I remembered yesterday's rain and how my Saturday had begun: Flashback on I had woken up in a house of prostitution. I let myself laugh about it for a while. Not only that, but I also had breakfast in the company of several program girls. I witnessed a particularly interesting nerve attack from Camz while one of her fellow girlfriends wanted to jump on my lap in the middle of the kitchen. I found grace in the fact that perhaps it was the result of some kind of feeling of possession for her. She really was a nervous grace. I returned home although Hanna insisted that I stay with her a little longer. With nothing to do, I kept zapping the TV for a while. I discovered that cooking programs were even interesting, that some drawings should not so blatantly defy the laws of physics. Children could learn the wrong things that way. I used my freshly acquired culinary knowledge to make a nice risotto, but I discovered that the amount given by the TV girl was for a battalion, which caused a pot of rice and various other mixed things to rest on my stove. I remembered that after lunch there was nothing to be done but to sleep. After a nap, I walked carelessly down the street to the newsboy. I bought the latest edition of Playboy. "Okay, they were naked women, but I liked jokes too-and a flood caught me by surprise. Maybe because she had suddenly fallen, or maybe because she was really distracted. I ran to the only shelter I saw ahead in the park across the street. As soon as I arrived, already completely drenched, I saw someone reading under another shelter just like the one on the other side. It seemed to be Camilla, but I could not say for sure, so I went to check it out. There she was, dry and stuffed, with two books open in front of her, the pen in one hand and the cell phone in another, looking imperturbable, oblivious to anything around her. Red was really lovely to her. I remember she was a bit surprised to see me there, but soon we started talking about one thing or another while I tried to hide the magazine in my hands before she found me a sex maniac, since every time I met with her involved sex in some way. I remember her telling me about her life, and I remember feeling partially guilty about all her unhappiness, which was ironic because I was really starting to like that girl even more. I remember making a decision not to take advantage of her even if it was against my will. But what I liked best to remember was the way she asked me not to do it. She seemed sincere in saying that I made her less unhappy, and I felt both astonished and excited about it. The reason I still could not say.Flashback off From the sky, thick drops began to fall, bringing me back from my daydreams to the present, still leaning over the balcony railing. I looked down again and saw children now rushing from the newly arrived rain. I could imagine the disappointment in each of them with the change of time. I, on the other hand, smiles. *** Monday morning and afternoon were quiet. Routine meetings happened, some demanding my presence, some not. When I was forced to participate, I dragged Ally by the wrist, who sat next to me and briefly explained what those people wanted from me. Usually a signature would resolve, and then I could go back to my room and play with Newton's pendulum resting on my desk. - Why hardly anything different happens in this company? Ally looked at me like someone watching a snail melting. "Everything is fine, you should not complain!" Do you want business to go bankrupt? "Well, at least something would happen. She looked at the diary in her hands. - You have less than two months to decide what to do with the lingerie campaign. - Do we have a lingerie campaign? - Yes we have. "And I must know what to do with her?" I do not understand shit about lingerie! I only know how to admire and take them out of women's bodies. I did. "Madame Jauregui, if I may be bold, you do not understand shit in here, but you still make the decisions." I sighed. - Okay, Ally. Just tell me what to do. I concluded, standing up and looking at the clock as it completed in a falsely excited tone: "I'm leaving." Get ready for the big party! I can not wait, uhul! "A little more, and you convince me. It's getting better. We now have to work on your dead face while talking animated things like that. "Well, that's kind of how I feel. I'll wait for you at the entrance at 7:00. For God's sake, do not be late. They can eat me alive. "I very much doubt they do that." They just want to close a contract and get her drunk if that's what it takes to win a yes. " '' - At the end of the day, it's up to you to decide that. Well, see you later. And I left. Less than two hours later we were at the party with which I thought thousands of businessmen looked like vultures prowling the carrion. Ally stood beside me and I had to control myself so as not to go away with the excuse of going for a drink and running out of the bathroom window. It was all incredible and absurdly annoying. All those people, whose life purpose seemed to be pulling each other's sacks and greeting each other with false smiles, were getting on my nerves. It had been happening for some time, but as time went by, I was sure that one day it would explode and send them all to the fucking hell that it came out loud and clear. Excuse me for going to the bar to order something alcoholic. "Lady .... Lauren ...." Ally called to me, and I felt a little better. I always preferred to hear her calling me by name. - Do not worry. I will not exaggerate. Ally was practically my mother at such events. She was taking care of the amount of alcohol I was ingesting because I knew I could get past the limits easily. When I got into depression a short time ago, I sought some comfort in the alcohol, which made me addicted quickly. It was not an extreme case, but it was not exactly easy to get me to say '' enough '' to myself again. Ally was very present at this time. I dared to say that, besides my mother, she had been the most present woman in my life. I walked to the bar, diverting from waiters and guests, all dressed up. Why I did not know. Everyone ate and drank what they held while they laughed at unsightly jokes and spoke ill of someone else's life. Half-naked women in unnecessarily small bikinis danced by the pool. Some swam, though the night was not too hot. I imagined they were not invited, but hired. I sat at the bar and ordered a Whiskey.Almost immediately I was hugged down my back by arms, stronger. - Hi, Mrs. Lauren Jauregui. - The girl said, hinting. Of course she knew my '' condition '' everyone knew. I even hear that I'm the most coveted intersexual in Los Angeles. I have money, I am beautiful, and I still have a little toy, that in '' there is nothing between my legs. - Hello, mysterious woman. "Gloria Fusaro, it's my pleasure. If it were not the '' too much '' emphasis and the '' I want you-between-my-legs '' aspect, I'd say she was just trying to pull off the subject. But the girl was direct. "Do you know what a 'special' woman is to you as a waste? "How do you know I'm alone?" I rewound, drinking my dose of Whiskey. "If you were not, your escort would be clinging to your neck to make sure no one would come all over you." "The way you're doing?" She smiled. The girl, Gloria or Greta-I did not remember very well-had a broad, handsome smile. She had straight brown hair, her black eyes like jabuticabas and pale skin in a phenomenal body. She wore a very fair blue dress that outlined all the glorious curves that God had given her. We talked for a while, and as time went on, I was forgetting the reason for being in that clownishness. The various doses of Whiskey helped, and Greta also accompanied me, drinking margueritas. Her conversation was not very interesting, but nothing in that place was. Luckily the alcohol took that thought out of my head, and after a while that little girl was already flinging herself down on me. "It's boring here. How about a quiet place?" She said, already wrapping her arms around my neck. I was light, and after so many strokes of that girl with the sculptural body, I was getting slightly aroused. - Place reserved? - I asked - Here? I do not think there is such a possibility. "Then I think we can look elsewhere." You know, away from here. He winked at me, licking the drink straw in his hands in a very promiscuous way. "Give me a second, dear. I answered, getting up and going to find Ally. She was drinking mineral water while talking to a boy much younger than her. I called her quickly and she came to meet me. - Where have you been? - He asked. - By the bar. Listen, I have to go. She twisted her nose. "How many doses did you drink?" - Not many. So, may I go? - Of course not! You have to give an answer to those gentlemen. She pointed to a corner where six or seven men, all in suits and ties, would talk and glance in our direction. "Okay," I said with conviction. "What did you think?" Is it worth it or not? "I ... Well, I think it would be good for the company ... I did not expect it to end, already going to meet the group of executives. I felt Ally running right behind me in her high heels. "Gentlemen, it was a pleasure to talk to you tonight. I am very happy to tell you that our agreement is closed. It was also a pleasure to do business with you. They started to say something, but I was in a hurry. "Unfortunately I have to leave. "I interrupted them." An emergency, but nothing to worry about. My secretary here - and saying that, I pulled Ally in front of me - will deal with the details with the gentlemen. Good evening, gentlemen. I smiled and walked away. Ally tugged on my arm, now speaking in my ear, "Okay, smartass. I'll be really cool and do your job. But tell me where you're going! - I'm going home. There's a phenomenal girl out there crazy to give me, and I will not be talking to these ugly old penguins all night. Do not worry, I'll take a cab.Ally stared at me without saying anything, and I could see in her gaze an unmistakable trace of grief. It was a genuine pen, coming from a happy and fulfilled woman, with family and children, and even in my drunken state I could see all the pity that woman, with a life much better than mine, felt of me. It was a look that someone happy gave to someone essentially miserable, and I had nothing left but to feel sorry for myself too. I turned around and walked. I wanted to get out of that place, wanted to get away from that look that made me feel ashamed of me. I was unhappy and that was pretty clear, but at that moment, I did not want to think. Because thinking required a lot of my willpower. The easiest way was to leave the party, where such a girl and a taxi were already waiting for me. I got into the car a little staggering and the only thing I said during the whole trip was my address to the man who guided us through the dark streets. As I stepped into my apartment right behind Greta and closed the door, my neck suffered a near-fatal attack from her mouth, which sucked every piece of skin I had there. Without too many detours she reached for my zipper and opened it as she threw me against the wall. I fought to keep my balance already badly damaged by alcohol. "Oooow, calm down, dear ... I do not know if I was too slow or if the girl was extremely fast, but after what seemed like five seconds, she lowered my pants with the boxer and let them match my ankles. As if it were the most banal thing in the world, she held my cock with her right hand and looked at me with a depraved face, began to suck it. And then I did not want to think anymore. He was going to leave the whole thing in the hands of that promiscuous little woman as he took advantage. I did not want to reciprocate the pleasure I received, and I hoped she would not demand it from me. At that moment I would allow myself to be completely selfish. My eyes were closed, my head against the wall behind me. I felt the girl rise and whisper in my ear: "When are you going to show me your room?" Since I did not want to fall and face the floor, I thought maybe I'd better take the trap that my pants wrapped around my ankles. I made mention of pulling them up again, lowering myself to reach them, but that made my whole apartment wheel. I gave up on the idea and took out all that tangle of cloths underneath, along with my shoes. I did not even want to think how ridiculous I would be in my shirt and socks. But it did not matter much, because at the moment I only had in mind basically three things, exactly in that order: First, to get to my room without falling Second, to eat that of Graciane - it was Graciane, was not it? Third, I wrapped myself in the fluffy duvet that covered my bed and slept, waiting for the hangover to hit me like a punch in the face the next morning. I pulled her by the hand and led her through the dark hallway that led to my bedroom. Thank God I knew the layout of the walls of my own home, which made it much easier.I reached the room and instantly fell back on the bed, bouncing about three or four times on the soft mattress. "Honey, I'll leave it with you, because if I make any effort, I think I might vomit." She smiled at me and pulled up the blue dress, throwing it on the floor beside her. It was not possible, the girl was already completely naked! This was not supposed to be normal, girls who walked around in an absurdly fair dress and short without wearing anything underneath! Anyway, that did not matter to me. Graciane climbed on top of me, one leg on each side, already pulling my shirt up. "You could have worn a button-down today, my love. It would ease all my work here. I did not answer, just kept looking at her with drunken eyes. I quickly scanned her body as she struggled with my weight to pull her clothes up, I could immediately put three things together: First, I preferred brown skin. Second, I preferred brown eyes. Third, I preferred smaller breasts. Maybe I could notice more if the girl had not suddenly decided to devour my lips. Then I lost all thought and I found myself returning that kiss with more enthusiasm than usual. I turned our bodies and positioned myself on top of her, deepening the kiss and lingering more than usual on him. She forced my face back with one hand, and the sadness of rejection might even have shaken me-mainly because I was completely drunk, when EVERYTHING shook me emotionally-if I had not noticed that she only did that so I could pull the oxygen that I was depriving her of. Okay, I confess, I exaggerated on the tongue. "Lauren, come on. How long have you been kissing someone? I could not answer. Damn, how long had I not kissed a woman? And what the hell, that was really missing me. Even with my stunned thoughts, I could remember that the last few times I'd actually been with a woman, none of them had happened except sex. Pure sex, without the least affection or any feeling. I became a moron looking at the horizon, which did not go much further than the ivory table beside the headboard. I let out a sad sigh and pulled the drawer, groping blindly for some condom there. "Why, love, do not worry. I take pills. I was drunk but not stupid. This mix usually made me adopt a rather emotional posture, but at the same time hopelessly sincere: - Oh, it looks like I'm going to eat you without a condom. For later you come with a child demanding me pension. - Lauren! That way you offend me! - She said with a not offended face. "Of nothing." I snapped, still looking blindly for a condom. *** I woke up the next morning with a ray of sunshine that had resolved to go through the shade and focus on my face. After a few seconds of struggling with sleep and trying to open my eyes, I was able to get back to myself and understand a little about myself. I was facedown on a crumpled tangle that consisted of the sheets and the white comforter that used to line my bed.Directly beside me, a woman with fair skin and brown hair slept silently, also facedown, with her face turned towards me. We were both naked, and I felt that my head could explode at any moment, making some of my brains decorate the room's clean style. I did what seemed to me to be superhuman strength to lift my body in the slightest and turn to the side of the nightstand to check the hours. I figured I was late, but as I looked at the bright red numbers I had a certainty: Ally would kill me. It was likely that she had insisted on calling my cell phone for the past three hours when she realized that I was not at work. I would confirm that suspicion as soon as I found the damn phone. I gathered all the strength of living I had left and sat on the mattress. I felt my brain twisting inside my skull as if I wanted to get out of the place. It made my eyes momentarily lose focus, which forced me to close them and try not to scream with the absurd migraine that seemed to want to kill me slowly and painfully. I walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and went completely inside. I tried not to think about anything because it hurt. I got out of the bath wrapping myself in a towel, brushed my teeth and walked into the closet, choosing a black female suit, a shirt that seemed to me to be some water-green shade. I dressed myself, without even bothering to check in the mirror if the shirt still had the label of new, I arranged my hair in the mirror and I put on a light makeup, I highlighted my green eyes passing pencil creon black. It's not because I have a penis which means that I must look like a man. I went back to the bedroom and saw that the woman was still asleep. I walked to her. What was her name again? I think it started with G or C ... "" Hey ... "I released, holding onto his shoulder and rocking him a little. Unfortunately, talking also hurt. "Hey ..." Another shake, now more willingly. She seemed to feel it, and began to wake up. Damn, what the hell are you called? Greta? Graciane? - Hmmmmmmpf? - You have to go. I have to go! It's almost twelve o'clock and my secretary is going to kill me! I reached for her dress on the floor as I tried to speak. When I found it inside out, I folded it on the right side and handed it to it. Thank goodness the girl obeyed, staggering into the bathroom with the dress in her hands while not paying me the slightest attention. I went to the kitchen looking for some painkiller or something anti-hangover. I heard my cell phone ringing low, even my hearing being compromised with an annoying and deafening buzz. I went into the living room and identified the sound coming from the mass of clothes on the floor. Ah, in the pocket of my pants. The night before. I groaned as I reached down to pick up the phone. - Hello - Ms. Jauregui. I'm glad to hear that you're alive. - I'm sorry, Ally ... - You're late. I hope you're on your way. "I ... Give me another twenty minutes, okay?" "I'll be timing, ma'am. And he hung up. She was very whore. I went back to the kitchen and sat on the counter, resting my head in my hands. some time later, what could have been minutes or hours, the mysterious girl joined me.- Good Morning. She kept the handsome smile on her face as she looked at me. - Hi ... Do you want a ride? Somewhere? "I'd like to, but I do not think you're in a position to drive." "Yeah, I guess I'm not. - I agreed with sadness - I'll take a taxi, you can enjoy the race. "Wow, are you really kicking me out like this?" - Need to work. If I take more than twenty minutes to work, I have serious doubts that my secretary will be able to handle the urge to attack me with scissors when I arrive. She snorted. - Look .... Greta .... - I started. - Gloria. This fucking thing! Glory! "Gloria .... Last night was very nice ..." She continued to stare at me, forcing me to finish that sentence. "But, you know ... It was casual. We have nothing more serious. "I know that, I'm not an imbecile. But that does not mean I can not have breakfast. I'm not asking for your keys to the apartment, I just wanted you to give me ten minutes. Okay, I was not going to argue with her. I nodded and let her explore my kitchen as I rested my head in my hands again. I knew that this extra delay would bring tragic consequences to my day: Ally would take revenge on me, scalping me or worse, letting me go to meetings alone. The day was promising. *** Ally ignored me all day as if I were a speck of dust roaming the room. When I tried to pull on some subject she was as monosyllabic as possible, claiming she was too busy to chat. "May I ask why you are treating me badly?" "I'm not treating you badly, ma'am. I'm very busy. "You're not busy!" I know you're faking it! You do not even look at me. She looked at me. Is there something important that you want to discuss? "She stressed the word '' important, '' as if I just wanted to talk about uselessness. - Yes: Why are you so angry? "I'm your secretary at this company. I'm prepared to discuss matters related to the company, so if you have nothing to say about ... - Stop it! What's the matter, what did I do to you to treat me like this? She stared at me for a few seconds, and then spoke in a tone that was not appropriate for a secretary: "I'm surprised you're so stupid that you do not realize what you're doing with your own life. - What am I doing? Just because I drank yesterday and went to bed with a ... "" I do not care what you did yesterday. But it seems like you can not stabilize in any aspect of your life! For God's sake, Lauren, look at what you're becoming! In a few years' time, she's going to be another unhappy, single businesswoman who ventures on easy women because she does not have a crush of self-love or a willingness to look for someone right ... "" I've tried to do that, if you do not remember! I interrupted his speech, raising his voice considerably. - And? Do you think you are the only person who has experienced a loving disappointment in life? Stop looking at your own belly button! There are people with much more serious problems out there! Okay, she was obviously right, but I had problems, too. "I know I'm not the example of unhappiness, but do not tell me that my life is easy.I whispered. - I did not say that! But you do not even try to improve! I was silent, looking at my hands. "How many people did you let approach you?" How many women did you really give yourself the chance to meet and maybe to like? You have created this wall around yourself to try not to suffer, and end up living your life in the most regrettable way possible because you think your mistakes can be justified by a disillusionment of the past. You can not blame everything on what has already happened, and if you want to fix the mess your life is in now, you have to start giving people a chance. "I do not want to give anyone a chance." Everyone is self-willed. I did. - No, it's not. There are ordinary people and special people. - She said. I had to smile at the irony of the moment. She was silent. Suddenly I felt her hand on my shoulder, and I knew who would speak now was Ally, my best friend: - You will only be able to overcome your problems when you allow to do so. Sorry to inform you, but this is up to you. And when you give this a chance, you will see that many things will lighten in your mind. "That takes courage that I do not have. I replied looking at her. "You're no longer a child." You know that sometimes we have to play headlong. "That's what I'm afraid of." I can hit my head and die. She laughed. "Lauren, I like you. Really. I want to see you happy, but you have to help yourself. We were silent for some time. My head still ached, now with more intensity by the recent discussion with Ally. "Well ..." I felt his hand move away from my shoulder. She recovered by returning to her role of secretary and adopting a very serious posture. - I'm going back to my office. If you want something, I'll be available. And saying this, he strode nonchalantly to the door. "You know ..." I started, without thinking, and God only knows why my words at that moment - I can give the wrong woman a chance. She turned gracefully, and for the first time I noticed that Ally had something angelic. "Wrong in the eyes of others may mean nothing." Maybe she's the ideal woman. And left. I knew Ally was right. I really had to find a way in my life because it was obvious that I was not happy. In fact, I did not try to change it because I did not want to do anything about it. Of course, it was much more comfortable to lament for my mediocrity than to try to fix it. And I knew that I would regret not following her advice immediately. But for the moment, he was going to postpone that decision. So at ten o'clock I would drive to The Hills in a cab, doing exactly what Ally had advised me not to do: Live life in the most pitiful way possible. I got there thirty minutes later. The place as always, was with upper class clients who had fun with the most varied types of girl. I passed by the bar and ordered a dose of Whiskey, which soon came out. I thanked the service and walked to the farthest table, which was in the corner between two perpendicular walls. It would be great there, because no one would see me. Okay, sooner or later I would find someone, but for the moment I allowed myself to sip the cold drink in the glass in front of me as I looked uninterestingly at the people who were pacing. I do not know what degree of inattention I was in, but it was only after two minutes sitting at that table alone that I could identify the girl on the table next to mine. Clear. It had to be her. I looked directly at the man who was sitting very close to her, saying something in her ear and laughing at a joke that Camila clearly did not find funny. On the contrary, she looked at me with slightly astonished eyes as she tried to keep the distance from the man who was now running a hand down her legs. I looked away, feeling my already bad mood getting worse.I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to get up from that table, to break the empty glass in my hands and, using one of the pieces, to cut the hands of that bastard. But I knew I could do nothing: She was his at the time, and I could only pretend I was not seeing anything happen. I looked again and saw the man, who was now kissing her neck, trying to put his hand inside the short shorts she wore. Before I tried to kill him I saw Camila unceremoniously push her hand away. "I'm not going to do anything here. - I heard her say. Right. She was a bit of a dictator, as I remembered. Ironically, I hoped his demands were enough for that man to give it up, but it would not be so easy. "Then let's go into the bedroom, my love. For some reason the mysterious man became, in less than five minutes, my mortal enemy. I wanted to shred him with a truck and then feed the mutts on the street. I wanted to put my Muay Thai classes into practice and break all the bones in his body and punch that little smile he insisted on giving the only thing left would be a bloodless teethless mouth. The fact that the bastard was what the women would consider handsome made me hate him even more. I looked the other way because I did not want to see Camila up the stairs with some guy, to a place where they would do what I knew they were going to do. - Let him die. I whispered. A young lady passed with a tray and I ordered another Whiskey. I thought about the discussion Ally and I had that day. I thought of Camila and the man who must have been having more fun than I wanted. I thought maybe I could set a fire in that place, causing us all to die charred and unhappy, and then we'd all meet in hell. I looked at the clock, and nine minutes had passed. Nine miserable minutes. - Hey! Another Whiskey! I drank my third dose. And the fourth. And the fifth. Some women tried to convince me to pay for a program, but I denied them all. She was extremely fucking and knew the reason. It was simple, though I did not want to accept it: She was giving it to someone else. She's a whore! What did you want? The voice of reason provoked me. What I wanted? In fact, what I really wanted was that she was not giving it to someone else! And that she was on my lap! And that she was not a whore! But of course the blame for all those thoughts was the five doses of Whiskey. After dismissing the fifth girl who was approaching me that night and the new arrival of the new Whiskey in front of me, I felt the presence of someone on the table beside me. I turned my head and saw Camila, now in another suit, her hair wet and to fuck my insanity for once, she wore that signature scent of hers. She sat up looking annoyed, trying to open a bottle of water to no avail. - Did you have fun? I called out. She stared at me with shock and anger in my eyes. "You know not!" I looked away. Yeah, I knew she had not had fun, but I was extremely angry and wanted to discount my anger on someone. "He seemed quite interested in you." I said bitterly. "Well, he was not interested in my beautiful eyes or anything. She snapped angrily.I looked ahead and saw a man walking towards her table. He was going to pay for the program, I knew that. Since I did not have much to think about, I pulled Camila hard around the waist, sliding her body down the continuous bench we were sitting on until I nearly lifted it up to my lap. I held it harder than necessary, keeping it glued to me as I stared at the cursed man who was now returning to the bar with a defeated face. - There. I paid no attention to her, still looking at the back of my neck. - You are hurting me! - Excuse. I loosened my arm around his waist, but I kept it there. We were silent for some time. - Thanks. - Whereby? "You know ..." She left the sentence in the air, looking at the man already sitting in the bar. - You're welcome. I said without emotion. - It's all right? - Everything's good. "You look irritated." She said as she studied me. - Your impression. - You drank? I knew why she was asking that. It was not even my breath, but it was because, when I drank, I spoke in a drawn way. - I drank. - How many doses? - Two. - I lied. She did not seem to believe it. "Do you usually drink?" "Is this an interrogation?" She wilted beside me. I wanted to apologize for the rudeness, but I did not because I was really irritated. With everything. Even with her, she's gone with that bastard. "It's not an interrogation ... But you should not drink too much, it's bad. "You look like my mother." "I'm just saying ..." I took my arm around her and pushed her to the side. She swayed on the bench. - Okay, go to Don Juan from the bar. He must be drinking passion fruit juice. Camila stared at me as if I were some kind of exotic animal. Then he straightened his posture by sitting up straight, sliding back to the next table. When she finally managed to open the water bottle, she took a sip and left it on the table, folding her arms as someone waiting for the bus. In her case the wait was for a client, which I knew would sooner or later appear. - Camz ... Sorry. "You should not drink." She said at once. "You turn into an idiot when you drink." "You were policing me!" "I was just talking to you." She said without looking at me. "People seem to want to teach me morale today. "I was just giving you some advice." - Or that. We were silent again. She still did not look at me, her arms folded across her chest. - Are you going to apologize? I got a little unbalanced because of the alcohol and only then did I notice that I was almost totally leaning toward her. She did not answer. "You said you wanted me around!" I spoke a little desperately. She looked at me. "I want you around when you're you, not after I do not know how many doses of Whiskey." Suddenly I felt extremely rejected. Shit, I was really drunk. "You do not want me around now?" She continued to look at me, and then finally said, "You're not going to drink anymore." - It's all right. I nodded. Whatever her demand, I would. After a few seconds still looking at me she took the bottle off the table and slid back to my side. My arm went automatically to stop around her again. - What happened to you? - She asked. Should I tell you what was happening to me? Should she say she was completely lost and depressed? Should he mention the fact that he had thought of her while he was having sex with another woman? No. I was drunk, but I still had not completely lost track of it. The day was tiring. - He said quietly as he slid forward and down the bench, putting his head back and closing his eyes. I felt Camila turn around in my embrace, she opened some buttons from the top of my shirt, and then I could feel her fingers in my hair. I opened my eyes slowly and saw her face very close to mine at the same time while she played with my strands, probably making them more rebellious, and looked directly into my eyes. "You businessmen are very stressed.I said in a low tone, and I could smell the mint that her breath had. "You smell really good." I spoke without thinking and I saw her blush immediately. I could not help the smile that sprouted on my face. "You look beautiful when you're ashamed, you know that?" She smiled blandly and looked away. I continued to stare at her, watching every spot on her face. "Why did not you come yesterday?" She asked, still tugging at my hair. I had to go to a party. I answered. - Apparently it was a good party. - Why do you say that? "If these things are not hickeys, then someone has beaten your neck." I felt ashamed as if I had done something wrong. I cleared my thoughts a little and tried to be casual. "Ah. Are there any marks? I did not even notice. She did not answer with a sigh. - Was good? - He asked. - What? "I did not mind." She kept staring at me with a look that said, "You know what I'm talking about. '' No, it was not good. Neither the party nor the fuck. Camila smiled in a simple way, but still looked a little sad. - Well, next time wear a high collar. She said, "You do not want people to stare at you like you're promiscuous." I leaned my head against her shoulder, leaving her face between her hair and her neck, and let myself be carried away by all the mixture of perfumes emanating from her. - You are the best. I spoke very low as I took advantage of the good feeling his fingers made in my hair. I wondered if she had heard because she said nothing after that. After a while, she was not sure how long exactly, she spoke again. "Look, I wanted to stay here, but Chloe's been by our table three times and she's looking at me ugly. I have to work ... - You're with me. - I answered without moving a single muscle - I am your client. - It's just ... People are finding it weird. If you were my client we should be doing something because ... "" Then let's go to your room. I came out of his embrace and stood a little staggering, grabbing my suit jacket from the chair next to him. She sat staring at me. "Relax, I will not touch you." She shook her head a little and then stood up. She took me by the hand and led me to the stairs as Chloe looked at us from across the room. I would not touch her. I would NOT touch her. Please do not sneak up on me. Pov Camila I was climbing the stairs completely aware that Lauren was a few inches behind me, following me to my room. I was also aware that she was slightly drunk, and that she said, in all letters, that she would not touch me. What caught me by surprise was the fact that I almost hoped it was a lie. I opened the door, giving way to her directly behind me. When she came in, I turned the key and went to meet her. Lauren had already flopped on my bed, and if I had not known about her drunken state, I'd say she might be dead. I realized that she was breathtaking even in that state, but as of late I had been noticing that she was breathtaking at any time, I let her go. I went over to her and took off her shoes, then her socks.With difficulty, I pulled her body higher so that her feet did not stay out of bed. I thanked her silently as she noticed my fight and stood up, crawling until I leaned my head against one of the pillows. I sat beside her, at the height of her head, leaning against the head of the bed, after removing the other pillow. I stared at her in silence, something I was getting used to doing now. After a while, she opened her eyes and stared at me. Noticing that I was staring at her, she closed them quickly, returning as before. When I repeated the act for the third time, I could not hold back the laughter. I took the book that rested on the nightstand next to me, opening it on a random page and pretending to read with interest. Lauren sighed once more. Then he shifted, sighing harder. Then she snorted, turning completely on the bed, while I was still apparently absorbed in reading, making a lot of effort not to laugh. She sounded like a child catching the eye, and it was so cute and cute at the same time that I had to hold myself so I would not throw the book anywhere and hug her as I did downstairs a few minutes ago. I imagined a three-year-old Lauren, making the same tantrum, and I was sure she was an absurdly spoiled child, because it was humanly impossible for anyone to deny something to that beak of attention. Seeing that she was not succeeding with her morning strategy, Lauren lost her patience and without any care, pushed my legs apart to lie face down between them, resting her head on my lap and putting both hands on both sides of the my thighs Even after the outbreak, she continued to pretend she was asleep. I could not not laugh. "Laughing at what?" - From you! I said, finally closing the book and letting my hands free to walk in his hair again. She snorted again. "You do not listen to me. - She said annoyed. "Do not be silly. I said, still smiling. She rolled over, finished unbuttoning the shirt she wore and tossing it to the side. Then he returned to the original position between my legs. I was not one of those women who kept drying up people all the time, and I also found some of the comments I heard from the girls about some of the customers who frequent The Hills, but I had to admit, with all the syllables : The woman who now wore only a pair of slacks and a black bra, lying on my lap, was absurdly hot. "You knit?" I asked. - I do Muay Thai, and I work out sometimes when I have a disposition. Is that you? "No, I do not. I did. - I'd rather sleep. "So your hobbies are sleeping and reading?" - She asked. - IS. I think so. You prefer parties, right? - No. I hate parties. She said dryly. - Nobody hates parties. "I imagined the kinds of celebrations that people like Lauren attended. "You must have the whole chocolate-cascade thing and-" "I hate parties. And if you say you like it, it's because it's never been the one I've been to. They are monotonous, with superficial people and bad music. "What kind of bad music?" I asked. - Blues, Jazz. These boring things. - Blues is not boring! "It may not be when you're drinking wine on a rainy afternoon." But for a party, it sucks. "Would you like me to play Pop or something?" I asked, wry. "Well, it would be more fun, right?" - She said, still breathing in the fold that my trunk did with my right leg. - You dance? I asked. "Only when I'm drunk." Alcohol makes me not afraid to be ridiculous. I stared at her for some time, imagining a situation where she could be ridiculous. It was difficult. Lauren would always be beautiful, before anything else."You seemed to be the kind of violent drunk." She rose from my lap, now facing me kneeling between my legs, looking sleepy. "I'm not violent. She started with a sad look. "I'm sorry for pushing you, I was just a little irritated. And saying that, he took a lock of my hair with two fingers, placing it behind my ear. "I know you do not justify it, but ... Look, I promise never to be violent with you again." I shuddered a little at his touch, but kept my voice steady. "Why were you angry?" "Because that asshole was touching you!" She replied, as if the answer were obvious. "If you get annoyed every time you see someone touching me ..." She snorted, her tongue cracking in reproach. Then he pulled me down a little, leaving my back now leaning more toward the head of the bed. Lauren climbed a little up my body and lay back on me, now resting her head on my chest and hugging my waist. I noticed she was upset, so I tried to change the subject. - Since we are enjoying to know a little more of each other, what is your favorite color? - It depends. In you, red. I blushed, glad to know she could not see my shame. - Your favorite color in general. - Black. And yours? - Blue. Give me peace. I answered. "Blue makes me sleepy. - And black is very dark. She laughed, leaving us silent for a while longer. "What's your favorite flower?" - She asked. - Wow, this one is difficult. I do not know, I like any flower. - You have to have a favorite. "Actually, I do not. I think any beautiful flower. "Um," she said, finally tired of talking. I knew she was exhausted, but that conversation was pleasant, and I did not want her to sleep. I wanted to know more about her, more about her personality. - When is your birthday? "I tried to go back to our game of questions and answers. - 20th of June. And yours? - 13 September. - 13 September? Like next week? She lifted her head, staring at me. - Is it next week? I did not know. I answered, truly surprised. - Today is September 7. I wondered when I began to forget the approach of my own birthdays. She voted to rest her head on my chest. - Is there going to be a party? Am I going to be invited? "There will not be a party, and if I had you I would not be invited." I answered. - Because? She asked, looking at me like a rejected dog. "Because now I know how much you hate parties." - Smile. "I do not like the kinds of parties I'm invited to. But if you call me, I'll come. She smiled at me, and for some reason I was sure that if I did, she would really come. "There's not going to be a party." I'll go out. - To where? - Around. - I answered - I will take the time off and disappear. Besides, I would not like to be the birthday girl and all the girls would look at you. She laughed heartily. "I can do nothing if I awaken the most intimate and sinful desires in people. It was true. She could not do anything at all. "You're very convinced. I said as I passed his index finger through the extension of his nose, using a falsely critical voice. "Stop criticizing me. You love Me. She jokingly replied."I love ..." I sighed softly, still playing with his nose. I felt comfortable, even in that position. It would be normal to begin to feel my legs prickling, because I had not moved for some time, but I felt nothing but a genuine and innocent pleasure to be in her company. My finger left her nose, sliding across several points of her perfect face, until it stopped at her thin lips. I did not know why I was doing it, but anyway, I let myself go. Still with her eyes closed, she moved her lips closed, almost imperceptibly. She repeated the movement a few times, each time more intensely, then I noticed that she was kissing the tip of my finger very gently. Without thinking much, I forced the gauge a little between his lips. She opened them a little, allowing my little finger to go completely into her mouth. Lauren closed her lips around my skin, then made some kind of force with tongue, sliding it back out, completely wet. I do not know why that excited me. It was a silly act, and she was only leaving a trace with her tongue on my finger! It was not like she was licking my belly or some more sensitive spot on my body. Even so, I was definitely mesmerized by the movement she repeated. One, two, three times, without even realizing what he was doing to me. As if it were not enough, she released her left arm from my waist, holding my hand in his, and this time, sucking my finger with will. One after another, she repeated the movement with five fingers in my hand, and I tried to keep my breath steady as she played with my hand. "You're going to leave me addicted to almonds, you know that?" - Lauren ... - Hmm? "You said ... you were not going to touch me ..." She abruptly stopped what she did with my fingers, placing my hand on the mattress as she made to stand up. "I'm sorry, I was just ..." She started. "Okay, I do not mind ... to do. She knelt between my legs, looking at me curiously. - I do not mind ... - I do not care if it's with you. My voice came out weak. I must be going crazy in revealing it to her, but the words just poured out of my mouth, as if they had a life of their own. I tried to slow the rate of my breathing, without much success, while waiting for some response from her. - Do not say that. She finally spoke. - It is the truth! "Camz ... Please ..." she repeated, her eyes closed. "She does not say that. - Because? I said, in a voice that was a little squeaky. - It is the truth! "I said I was not going to do this to you anymore ..." "And I tell you I do not care!" - Do you mind! "You do not answer for me!" I touched her cheek softly. "Fuck, Camila, do not do this!" She opened her eyes and then I understood the reason for her reluctance to accept my words.As soon as the green iris of their eyes appeared I saw a latent desire in them. The uniqueness of being able to touch me, unlike other customers, excited her. She was different from the others, and she knew that very well. I treated her differently, I had just revealed to her that only she could do what everyone else did without me hating every second. And she was losing control over it. - I'm leaving. She said, taking my hand from her face and picking up the green shirt crushed water from the bed. "I'll give you time to think about what you're saying. "I do not need to think. I said, in an even lower tone now. - Need yes. She tugged at her shirt, looking for her shoes. - Will not. Please. She stood with her back to me in front of the bed, breathing heavily for the momentary lack of control, seeming immobilized by my request. I stared at her back for a moment, still sitting in the same position, while she did not move. Finally, I crawled up to her, hugging her shyly from behind and touching our bodies. I ignored the electric current that went through my body, and I kept hugging her. I enjoyed that his shirt was open to touch her belly and her breasts with her hands flattened, I took off her bra and kept making delicate circles on her nipples. When I made sure she did not show any more resistance, I flipped the button on her pants as I laid wet kisses on her back. Lauren gripped my hands working on her zipper, now tightening them against her erection as she tossed her head back. I held his cock between my hands, over the fabric, trying to make the right moves, and I heard her moaning low, as if controlling herself. I stopped the movements and lowered her pants with the gray boxer she wore, finally managing to wrap her tightly with my hands as she continued to kiss her on the skin of her back. I felt her heavy breathing as she forced herself to speak. - I do not want to do that! "Your toy does not seem to say that." I said, between one kiss and another. "Please ..." I turned her face toward me, trapping her face in my hands and staring into her eyes. Our faces were so close that my nose touched hers. - I want to. I said, knowing that later I would regret confessing it to her. His eyes seemed stuck to mine, and the almost uncontrollable urge to kiss her took me suddenly. I noticed that her mouth was a little open, pulling and letting the air out, her lips redder than usual. Before I could react, she pulled me by the waist and slid her mouth to my neck, biting and kissing intensely the skin near my ear.The feel of his soft skin was almost delirious, and the only thing I could do was clutch at his hair as he accepted his tongue playing on my skin. I felt his hands slide down my back, squeezing me hard. It was not long before her fingers were already playing with the elastic that held my shorts, and after a few seconds of wondering whether or not to continue, Lauren pulled the fabric down with her panties while I still heard her breathing hard against my neck. His hands made the inverse path of shorts, now pinned to my knees, stroking the skin of my legs until they reached up, where she now touched my groin more calmly and smoothly than her own body seemed to want. Slowly, his hands circled my body, holding me from behind and bringing me to her. When our bodies were almost molded into each other, she raised her hands, gently tracing her fingers down my back, beneath the wide shirt I wore, lifting it up to my shoulders. I do not know why, but Lauren's touches were a lot more sexy than any night we were together. It seemed she wanted to feel every inch of my skin with her fingertips, and the rhythm of the strokes she made in which my whole body was slow, almost unbearably slow. But the slowness of his movements, instead of making me impatient, seemed to make my own body catch fire with desire. Maybe she was that way because of the doses of Whiskey she had drunk, or maybe she was giving me enough time to give up on her, but the fact was that she was being kinder to me than ever. My neck was already completely wet with his tongue, and the contact his skin made on my face and shoulders was driving me crazy. I had never felt it in my life. I had to hold the urge to moan as she pulled away from my neck and pulled my blouse up over my head, leaving me completely exposed. I pulled her close to me again by the hair as she hugged me and ran down my back with her hands flattened, sending all the heat from her body to mine. This was not normal. It should not be that good. I stood on the bed, so that I could take off my shorts completely, still on my knees, and then she slowly slid her mouth down to my left breast, kissing slowly and timidly her full length, playing with her tongue there and finally sucking it with a little strength as his other hand pulled me closer to her. I clung to her hair again, wanting to keep her there for a little longer. She pulled back a little and moved her mouth to my other breast, repeating the actions so slowly. I gently pulled her hair back. "Let me do this ..." I fought my unsteady voice and my breath caught in my heels, and with a swift movement I took his cock and brought it to my mouth, sucking it more willingly than I ever did with any other man. I felt his fingers curling into my hair as I heard the unidentifiable groans and whispers coming from them. I relaxed my throat so I could place it completely inside my mouth, feeling it now stock with a little more force than before. Her legs began to shake, so I pulled her up onto the bed, making her sit on her own heels, while I sucked her in willingly and felt real pleasure in doing so.- Enough! She said, her voice a little louder than usual, choked with desire, at the same time pulling my hair back a little, pulling away from her. I let her push me reluctantly. Lauren got up from the bed, a little staggering, toward my bedside table, breathing so heavy I could hear it from a distance. He opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. Without looking at me, he opened the package and, seeming hastily, rolled the condom in all its glorious extent. When it was properly drawn, it drew me by the heel without any care, turning me on the bed and positioning myself four in front of me as I stood. "I wanted to go slow, but it will not." I need you now. Without even waiting for some response from me, with a sudden movement, she penetrated me so hard that she pulled my knees up from the mattress, shifting a few inches forward, as she let out a groan so strong and contented that I could not myself contain and follow in a genuine moan of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips immediately, bringing me back back, at the same time she was thrusting a second time, pulling out of me just to repeat the movement. I was already completely oiled to her, and if it was not for that and the fact that I was quite inclined to do everything with her for the rest of that night, her violent movements inside me would have hurt. Maybe they were hurting but I was too focused on the pleasure of feeling her sliding inside me to think of anything but this. I tapped my fingers on the mattress, helping her keep my body close to hers as her thrusts grew more violent and faster. I no longer tried to hide my groans, and from what I could hear, neither did she. I felt her curl up over my body, her mouth and tongue touching my neck, while her arms held a tight hug in my belly. I pulled her right leg up onto the bed, so that she was beside mine, and I dug my nails into her thigh, trying to cope with the surge of pleasure that hit me quickly as I hid my face in the sheets that drowned out my screams . - Come to me, Camila .... Enjoy, my beautiful. She did not have to ask twice. Three seconds later, my body squirmed in delightful long spasms as I loosened my nails on her leg. Without much care, she turned me all at once, putting my back to the bed and bringing my body further down the middle of the mattress, so that she could kneel in front of me between my open legs. I barely had time to stabilize after orgasm as she thrust into me again, harder as I made circular motions on my clit with the gauge. "I've had my orgasm. I said, a little breathlessly pushing her against the mattress and turning our bodies, shifting again so that my body was over hers. I gripped his cock tightly and led him to the entrance of my cunt. A second later, it was already mounted on her, sliding my hips in a slow and pleasurable rhythm, causing her to slip in and out of me. I focused on the slightest movement of that act.In his hands, lightly stroking my arms, leaning one on each side of his head, then the sides of my trunk, my breasts, my belly, my thighs, legs and feet, while his wide open green eyes roamed my body and stopped in my face. The waves her tongue made inside my mouth every time I moved our bodies, so sweaty they came to shine, and the way she raised her hips against mine, reinforcing our rhythm. It was like a dance, and maybe I was just being very romantic, but our timing was so beautiful, and the exchange between our looks so intense, that we seemed lovers, in an extreme passionate act. Lauren hastened the rhythm, then let her dictate the movements, falling over her body as my face went to her ear and her neck. She gripped my waist tightly, holding me still, and planted her feet on the mattress, thrusting me upward with such force. For a long time, the only sounds I could hear were our heavy breaths and a sound of two bodies pounding, like tapas. "Come on, Lauren. I felt her losing control completely, and with one last strong thrust she had to hold me so I would not jump. - it was her turn to enjoy herself inside me, while I felt her breathing very strong, at the same time she was repeating things like "mine" to me and beautiful. "We stood in that position for a few minutes without speaking. When she finally seemed to come back to herself, she stepped carefully out of me, making incomprehensible words of revolt out of my mouth. I turned on the bed, lying on my back and relaxing my still tense body, watching Lauren go to the bin and throw the used condom there. Then, a little staggering, she crawled across the bed until she reached me, opening my legs as before and nestling between them, my face resting on my chest. My fingers migrated back into her hair, fidgeting unconcernedly at her rebellious streaks. "You made me break my promise." - She said. "You did not make any promises." "I said I was not going to do this to you anymore." "So what do you suggest?" That you pay my programs and that we kill the hours playing chess? She remained silent. "If you're going to pay for my time, you're going to have to let me do my job." "If I pay for your company, I'll decide what to do with it." I got it right away. - It's all right. I said, no more arguments. The truth came down to simple facts: If she wanted to pay for my programs and still do nothing with me, she was not obliged to do it.She being Intersexual, would have her needs equal to a man. But they could easily be solved with other girls from The Hills. Taking in passing the client in question was to Lauren, she could appeal to any woman in the world, without even having to pay for it. We were silent for a while, and as I realized her calm, deep breathing, I could tell she had fallen asleep. "Lauren ..." I spoke softly, trying to wake her up, and I remembered that it was too bad to do that. She was completely clinging to my body, so I allowed myself to wake her as I wished in my romantic daydreams. I kissed her soft hair, running her mouth to her forehead and down to the corner of her eye. I removed my hands from her head and pressed her into a bear hug with her arms and legs, feeling all her presence there. "Hmmmm ..." She tried to speak, hugging me back. - It's late. I think you have to go ... "She lifted her head, looking at her watch. - Shit. I have to go. He spoke in a muffled voice as he rose. She walked around the room, picking up her things. - I'm going to take a quick shower. Call a cab for me? - Clear. She left the bathroom, fully clothed and a little wet, her hair dripping and leaving her social shirt almost transparent. "Why do not you dry right, sweetheart?" - I'm gonna miss the taxi. She said, pacing around the room and putting on her shoes. Then she reached for the jacket of her women's suit, pulling out a checkbook. It was the hour of payment I felt extremely upset. I wanted to tear the damn paper into her hands and yell at her, saying that I did not want any penny from her pocket, but I figured this would scare her. "Lauren, you do not have to. - Shh. I'm trying to make an account, "she said without looking at me. I closed my face and waited for her to finish what she was doing while she whispered many random numbers, which did not match the full time we spent together, which made the account quite easy. - Me, how many hours a day do you work? - Eight. She began to whisper big numbers, making seemingly complicated beads of head. When it seemed to be over, he filled the check in his hands, signed it and set it on the bed, away from me, and how much he would return to the bathroom to make sure he had not forgotten anything. Taken by a morbid curiosity, I crawled quickly to the check, so I was confused. - Hey! She said, quickly taking the check from there and putting it in her pocket. - This is not for you, it's for Chloe. I looked at her, even more confused. "But you always paid for me-" "Not this time. The taxi must be waiting for me already, I have to go. And saying that, she came up to me, wrapping me in one of her arms in a tight hug, and kissed me on the neck. Not an innocent kiss, but a rather wet kiss. At last he took a deep breath in my hair, and then let go of me. - Goodbye. She said as she walked away from me, smiling. I waited for her to leave the room, then my thoughts turned to the check again, with odd value. I began to calculate mentally, trying to understand the reason for that number. And after about 5 minutes of accounts and assumptions, I froze. Lauren had paid for the rest of my week.