My client 's annoyance - making fun of his girlfriend .

My hair didn't dry, no matter how many times I put it in the dryer it was still wet. It was almost half past six, I was super late. The people back home were going to kill me, what to do? The way was to go like this, like a 'boi licked my face. But there was something bothering me, I was forgetting something, I just couldn't remember what it was. I went back to the massage room. Ayana was no longer there, gone. I wanted to say goodbye, but... maybe it was even better. I didn't want to think too much about what had happened, nor did I have time to feel guilty, so I put on my shoes, grabbed my purse, and hurried out. Everything was dark in the rooms of that mansion, which was strange, because I had to walk carefully through the corridors, up the stairs, groping, and fortunately, some of the lights were motion-sensitive. I managed to get to the living room where I had the conversation with Marcelo the first time I was there. The windows let me see the illuminated city. The lights were on, the sky was in different shades of blue and purple. The view was beautiful, a pity that I did not have time to admire. The living room was illuminated by a few spots, which made the atmosphere more cozy, especially with that view, the sky darkening and the city lights in the distance being lit. I thought I was alone, but I was startled when a voice called out to me. "So did you like Ayana?" "What a fright!" It was Marcellus sitting in an armchair, with a striped shirt, dark blue trousers up to his knees, and a camomile shoe in a light beige. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you". I should have looked like I'd seen a ghost, he laughed. He got up and came, a smell of perfume. Wow! Delicious. The voice of thunder even more beautiful with that romantic atmosphere, if I had a song then. But they were just ideas that went through, even why the affected antipathy was still there, inside that authoritarian man. He laughed, scratching his chin and looking at his own feet, as if he could read my thoughts, but he didn't say anything. "Nice sight, is it not?" "Wow, that's wonderful". He walked towards the window sills and I did the same. "Did you like it or not? You haven't answered me yet". "Oh, yeah, the masseuse, I like that. He laughed again, as if he knew what had happened. He mumbled, put his hands in his trousers and looked at the flashing lights outside. I couldn't believe that this fellow would have the impertinence to touch on such a subject. "I also think she's great. Divine hands as I always say. Too bad Ayana isn't always available". I breathed a sigh of relief, no less frightened. "Where did you find this... masseuse? She works in Brazil?" "No, he doesn't speak any of our language. It was a couple of years ago in Germany, the guys pointed me out and it was the most amazing thing, it was so much more than they were talking about". "I guess so". Shit! Me and my big mouth. He looked at me sideways, mockingly. But I could only see half of his face, and yet his eyes were shining. My heart skipped a beat, I even sweated. But he was kind enough not to take advantage of the line. "Well, it's not for nothing that it's difficult, and very expensive, but it's worth it, an excellent professional like you". I didn't expect the praise, especially coming from him, especially after what happened with me and Ayana. "Thank you! And you paid for her to come to Brazil?" "No, no! She came to some fairs about massage techniques that take place in Brazil. When she finished I invited her to spend a few days with me. An exclusive treatment". I figured out the price, didn't even bother to ask how much it would cost, looked at the clock, took advantage of the line, I really wanted to get out of there. "Well, Marcellus, let me go, I'm going to be late. Will you be able to talk to Vilma this weekend? "I doubt it, because I'm going to have to figure out what to do". "Think about it, Lara, remember this is a business that's worth a lot more than just the land, and my partners don't like setbacks, you know how foreigners are". I thought about Enzo's problems, I'm sure there was a lot more involved, my children's lives, the builder, I took a deep breath, but I didn't say anything, he just looked at me with that enigmatic smile in the middle of his face, I don't know if he was having fun with my problems or just trying to be a seducer. "Good to see you, Marcellus". ♪ ♪ I got home around 7:30 at night, terrified that my class would want to know why my hair was wet. But no one asked, no one even noticed that my hair was different, except for Enzo who looked at me in a strange way. "What is it?" "You sound weird. I don't know!" "There's nothing weird about it. "I know! The earrings, you didn't leave earrings this morning?" "Earrings!" I put my hands in my ears and that's when I realized I'd left the earrings at Marcelo's house. "I took it off, it was bothering me". Enzo was staring at me with his mouth open, I didn't know if he was suspicious, I was prepared for a barrage of questions, but... "You're different, I just don't know what it is!" "Let me take a shower. Will you make the boys lunch?" "We already did, you were late and we were hungry. Why did you take so long?" "We can talk later, Enzo, I'm starving to death". ♪ ♪ I didn't even dare to touch the subject of Vilma, just thinking about it hurt my heart and made me depressed. I thought it would be better to wait and see where it would go, but I didn't have much hope that I could reverse the situation. I would have to settle for Marcelo's value. At least I would have that payment guaranteed, it's not common for buyers to force a bonus, even more so at that value. After all, I wanted to go to bed and get a good night's sleep, even with Ayana's massage. Another thing I didn't want to think about was what we did at Marcelo's house. Crazy! I don't know where so much desire came from, even more a girl!? I'm not a lesbian, I never was. My world was turning upside down, and I didn't have anyone to talk to, at least not at home. Enzo laughed at the TV, looked at me halfway, a laugh in the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining, he hadn't looked at me like that in a long time. He's out of here! I knew that look, the way you look half crooked, like a little boy, freak, that's all I needed, just for today! Like someone who doesn't want anything, he put his arm on my shoulder and pulled me towards his chest, and I lay there, drowsy, and he made me a nice coffee, and I fell asleep, and he watched TV, until I couldn't stand it anymore. I gave him a peck, he laughed his arm off and I stood up, dead asleep. "Hey, I'm going to make love. "Don't you want to stay, then we'll... go". "I'm dead asleep, not today, later". He didn't like it, but I couldn't even sit still, dreaming about my bed. I went to the bedroom, and I snuck under the covers. I must have been dreaming a lot. It was a deep, half-cloudy sleep, some voices that I didn't understand what they were saying. I had to do something for Vilma, something I didn't want. A girl with a beautiful smile massaging my back. Ayana with a shameless smile and Marcelo standing watching us beating ourselves up without any shame in front of him. Leaving his face hard. A mixture of images and facts, a bunch of people with no faces, like I'm reliving the same scene a hundred times. I don't even know what time it was when I woke up and saw that he was in my bed. The agonizing dream was extinguished by charm. It was a relief. I thought I would go back to sleep soon, but my head began to work ideas about selling the land. I didn't want to, but the more I tried to stop thinking, the more I thought. Eventually I woke up, and that's when I noticed Enzo snoring quietly behind me, almost hugging me, and I looked at the curtain, and I saw the first light of day coming on. I tried to sleep again, it wasn't even six in the morning, and slowly I was relaxing, and when I started dreaming, Enzo leaned on my back for good. He groaned and he grabbed me by the waist, and I stood there quietly, pretending I was still asleep, and I knew what he wanted, and when he hugged me like that, the man was bursting with testosterone. I was the one who wasn't so excited, all those worries and guilt too. Enzo rubbed himself, I felt his potency growing in his pajama pants, that mixture of sleep as desire boiling, him becoming an alpha male and loving me like a female in heat. Even so, I was excited, while he exploded with desire, got rid of his shorts, and I felt the pre-enjoyment wet my butt, sleeping without panties. The rubbing and the rubbing went on and on, Enzo half asleep, moaning, I like it when they're like this, with the hormones boiling, and I tried to focus on something that excited me: Enzo's dick, Ayana's breasts, her laugh, her showing me Marcelo's full balls. A little warmth started to come out, I rubbed my thighs to get excited, Enzo came in with his fleshy lump in the middle of my thighs, I like the temperature of the penis caressing my skin, it excites me, only there, I was less wet than I should have been. "What is it?" "Nothing, I'm still sleepy, that's all there is to it". It wasn't a lie, a half-truth, maybe. I turned around and Enzo climbed up on me. Those broad shoulders, those muscular arms. I think my man is beautiful when he starts to move, rubbing that hot rod on my vagina. Exciting my clitoris, my most vile desires. He comes and goes, moaning in pain. I open up, bloom like a flower, dripping to receive my love inside me. I hug with my legs and that hot iron slides in. The problem is that I wasn't concentrating. Enzo moaning, the bed creaking. Focus Lara, concentrating! That's what I was thinking, but I wasn't making much progress. It wasn't the first time I found myself with this kind of problem. Sometimes a sadness or a worry, it happens, they laugh and pretend to be satisfied. But just today, after all this time, he's finally settled down and I'm kind of airy, and Enzo got down on his knees and he grabbed that red-headed dick and he poked me again, licked my juices. "Oh, my love! I moaned, closing my eyes and turning my head towards the ceiling, trying to get in the mood. "Oh, my God!" It was almost like a plea, him wanting to forget the problems of the firm and me trying to feel a hard-on in that fuck, there came the image of Ayana smiling, the lesbian kiss, our tongues, the girl's fingers provoking my desire. "Oh, my God, you're burning the larynx!" We got rid of the sheets, I embraced my man with my legs, I felt Ayana possess me with my fingers, the face of a bitch, the black breasts, delicious, Enzo groaned with his head on my pillow. My molasses was flowing and it was going deeper and deeper! "Oooohhh, whoa, whoa, whoa!" He moaned softly and his body was agitated, almost at the moment of orgasm. And I was not even close. I closed my eyes looking for focus and the image that came was that of Marcelo. Smiling with my husband's smile, eating me with Enzo's stick. Ayana watching us as I climbed with my boring client. Damn! "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Enzo groaned like a wounded animal, it brought me out of a trance, he flooded me with his sperm, and we kissed like crazy so the boys wouldn't hear the noise. What a relief, at least he had fun! That's what came to me first. Yes, the kiss came nice. There are times when I get more pleasure from the kiss afterwards than from the fucking itself. It was like Enzo had run a marathon, all sweaty trying to catch his breath. "Was it good?" "Whoa, whoa!" Every woman has been through that. He rolled over on the side of the bed and I put my head on his shoulder. We stayed in bed for a while, until we heard the kids talking in the bedroom, so I went to take a shower and get ready, and Enzo went out to make coffee. After coffee I went to check my messages on my cell phone. It wasn't even ten in the morning and there were eight messages from Marcelo, even on the weekend, this guy doesn't sleep? What a bag! He wanted to know about Vilma, he wanted to know if I had convinced myself that the best thing to do was to accept the widow's terms, that it was for the good of the business, his business, of course. To finally tell me that Ayana found my earrings. "Good morning, Dr. Marcelo, I'll pick you up at your house on Monday, thank you". Doctor, yes, to see if the guy was eating himself that is filling the patience. 'As for your considerations, I'm considering everything. See, the problems are not just your business, I also have my own needs as you know.' It didn't take long for the pain in the ass to answer me. "Give me what you have on this Vilma grandson, and I want to see if I can figure out what this proposal is that my people didn't know about, wasn't even on our radar". I'll see what I can do, but I won't be able to talk to Vilma until Monday. 'Can't you talk to the old lady now?' 'I don't want to be a burden, Vilma's too full of labels, if she doesn't like it, we can go back to square one. 'Give me what you can.' 'That's right, I'll send as soon as I have some information.' It's better not to argue, I don't know who was more annoying, him or Vilma? I opened it. Ayana's face with a delicious smile, nothing like being twenty years old, girlish manner, protruding cheeks, long eyelashes. The other was the two of them at a coffee table, like in Marcelo's backyard, and the last one was a video: they're bathing in the pool, Ayana's laughter, she's coming towards the phone, the minimal white bikini, the perfect body, even she holds the phone and speaks in a strong English accent. Too bad you're not here. She appeared in the corner of the picture and Marcellus walked towards us, in a lemon green sunga, you could see until... "What is that face, Lara?" I got a fright when Enzo walked into the chief's office. "What a fright!" "What do you see there? I know that face!" He laughs and I'm angry. "You know nothing, curious!" I only see you with that smile when you're crazy about a... You're the one who stays". Who sent you?" I couldn't keep denying it, but he didn't even know who I was. "Girls are a dirty joke". "Let me see". I don't see yours, and I know it's heavy stuff. Are you still in that college group?" "I told you to get out". "Liar, get out of here and leave me alone!" I looked at him with anger, Enzo made the face of a boy caught in the act, he came out with his tail between his legs, I deleted what Ayana had sent me. That's all I needed. I went to think about how to get the information that Marcelo asked me. I had no idea what to do, especially since it was the weekend. How was I going to call Vilma's house? What excuse would I give to get information from the grandson? Lucky for me the phone rang, it was Julia! How could I not have thought of her? "Hey girl, glad you called?" It was a video call, her, like, in a restaurant. "So how are things going over there? Did you sell that land?" "Nothing! Problems. It seemed to be in the account, but"... "Marcelo?" What was that? "No, Vilma, by the way you painted another new offer do you know a man named Hiran, the widow's grandson?" "Hiran? Hiran Ameida Soares" is the name of the song. "Is that his last name, Almeida Soares?" "Isn't he the grandson, the thief, but why, he's got another offer?" "Even worse, except as far as I know, the offer is lower than Marcelo's people". "So what's the problem?" "The problem is that with my commission, it seems that Vilma gets less". "Watch out for this guy, he's too smart for my taste, he's poked the eye out of every stockbroker I know, always with a last-minute offer that ends up blowing the deal". "I've never heard of it". "You don't know why nor broker this Hiran is". "No, but can you?" "The problem is, there's no way to prove that he received any commission, sometimes it's a friend, an acquaintance". Well, at least I have a name to pass on to Marcelo. "I told you he was a piece of work, and he's already singing to you, isn't he? If it wasn't for the money, the problems at home, I'd have given up by now". "Did he eat you?" "Julia, you crazy, keep your voice down, Enzo just left here". "Then close that door and tell me. "I have nothing to tell you". "Liar, I can tell by your face, you can't lie, Lara". "Where are you?" "I'm going to my room, change clothes, three more days here in Belize, too bad it's over". I heard the sound of a door slamming, Julia walking and sitting, it must have been on the bed, there was a huge painting behind it, like an ancient landscape. "Tell it to me, tell it to me". Out of curiosity, I locked the door and returned to the couch. "She had nothing, not with him". "If not him, then who?" "I don't want to talk about it, you know I don't like it. I'm not like you". How many secrets have you told me, especially when you're drunk? "It was just that one time, and it was with Enzo". "Hmm! Wow, that was a great story. You tell a story like no one else. Will you tell me what happened?" I could tell she'd undressed, probably been naked, those shiny eyes of someone with a hard-on taking over the body, and I imagined her caressing that hairy cunt. "There was a girl, a masseuse, at Marcelo's house yesterday, that's it, I went to talk to him about Vilma's story and Ayana was there". "Who is Ayana?" "The masseuse could be my daughter. "I guess, knowing Marcelo, you're not one of the show girls he picks up?" "I don't know, she's African, she's from Niger, she's from Nigeria, I don't remember, but she knows how to give a massage". "You know, that good?" "You have no idea, that was my first lesbian kiss". "With the girl, at Marcellus's house, and he saw it?" "No, Marcelo left you, went to sleep after the massage and she wanted to do the massage on me". "I can't believe he didn't stay, not even to see you two?" "He didn't even know anything was going to happen between us, and besides, Ayana left him all hurt". "And then she caught you, did she, on the bed, you... naked?" Julia began to groan between the words, her voice dragging, her face getting crisp. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, this is not this is not this is not this is not this is not not this is not this, this is the day, this is the day, this is the day, this is the day, this is the day, this is the day, this is the day, this is the day, And then she kissed you?" "First she teased me, with fingers, you know". "In the little sketch, did you? Did you move there, did you?" Julia would make faces and mouths, twist and turn, she'd slap her face and masturbate while I was talking. She caught me off guard, she realized she'd turned me on. "Aaann! 20 years and already fucked like this. Only Marcelo to get one of these. And she, knows how to hit a siren, hot?" "Julia, you know I don't like to talk about these things!" "Liar, Enzo told me that in bed you see someone else. "But only with my husband!" "What about yesterday, did she eat you good?" "He ate, worse than he ate". "With your fingers? "More than the fingers". You're no good either, you know that?" "I'm not like you! "But you made fun of her, can you imagine?" The phone was shaking, sometimes the picture was flashing, her voice was crying, the memories of yesterday came back, and I confess that I was getting into the mood, I locked the door, I lifted my dress, I put my hand through my vagina, the pussies forming a triangle, my lips exposed, my skin red from fucking Enzo. I closed my eyes, and I saw Ayana laughing, her mouth, her tongue, her fingers, me biting her breasts. "Have you transitioned, have you? "No, she just... she just put her hand... in there". It's been a long time since I've felt so nice. Ayana came out laughing, saying that she misses you. I was shaking all over. "You put your whole hand in, didn't you?" "It was everything, the whole hand. I didn't even believe I could". "Oohh, it must have been so nice, you and the girl making out at Marcellus's house. Daring, Julia turned the picture and I saw my friend's mature sketch. Her hand covered her combs, they appeared between her fingers. Julia moaned like a slut. "It went all the way up to the wrist". "The wrist! Lara! You held it, was it? Just like that?" The image wasn't good, but you could see the hand disappearing between the legs, it went to the side. It took over my body. The danger made me even more excited. I hit the ceiling, I bit the kisses and I fingered the little finger. Two fingers in the middle pierced me and I thought about the girl. I see Julia touching herself, the two of them masturbating together, thousands of miles away, for a girl we barely knew. "And then she kissed you?" "It was! Uuuuuh! Unforgettable, it made me enjoy horrors". "Oooohh! Oooohh! Hmmmmmm!" I was like, My face blinked, uncontrollably, greasing my thighs, my fingers. And I heard Julia groan, much more than me. What madness! I settled on the couch, made a face of a well-behaved girl. Julia laughed, not at all embarrassed, and there was no need to say anything, both sated. Finally, I had my orgasm, but not with Enzo. I don't know what was happening to me. "Enjoyed the lark?" "It's none of your business". Now all that's left is Marcellus. "What a Marcellus, he's a pain in the ass". "Nice, and galoshes. You can tell me later". "Now I have more to worry about. Just thinking about Marcelo makes me lose all the excitement in my life". "I doubt that". Enjoy the rest of your vacation. "You too, bitch, and you can tell me all about it later".