I blinked more strongly. What the hell was that? A group of employees emerged in a corridor, certainly going out in search of lunch. I had already been late to the point that an entire shift of work was leaving for the break. I took advantage of the situation to try to escape from the woman and her strange questions.“Girl, I need to go to work... Can we talk about it later?” I disguised it, turning around as fast as I could. A sound of rattling of clothes and the dye of bracelets told me that the stranger was following me. I looked out of the corner of my eyes, she practically ran to stay on my back. She was still typing on her cell phone. I turned around, she hit her face on my chest. “Girl, why are you asking these things?”“Do you still live with your parents?” she asked, raising her eyes from the cell phone screen. He didn't even seem to feel any pain from the shock of our bodies. The thin fringe caused some strands to fall against her dark and heavy makeup eyes. “Or have you been
With the strong lights of the dressing room on, that man's clothes became even more flashy. He had to have a very high self-esteem to use that, or an insane courage to put up with comments for his bad choice. Anyway, I opened a smile that I was sure would captivate him, letting him see how my crossed legs highlighted the thickness of my thighs.I wasn't stupid at all. I knew how to understand men. It was my best weapon to never get attached to any of them. And I had seen that stranger's eyes shine towards me. He wanted that. He wanted to be alone with me, he just didn't believe it could have happened. I didn't believe it either.My pattern for men has always been more based on the height and firmness of the body, because I liked long sex resting on a wall, and a thin man could not support me. That guy had a man's aura that could drive a woman crazy in his bed.He had long fingers, strong arms, thick thighs... It was common knowledge that men with thick thighs fucked well, they had mor
"I... I already said... I'm nobody," he repeated, swallowing with difficulty. The man would burn if he kept looking in the direction of my breasts. He blinked, looking up at my face, and seemed even more shaken. "I don't know what a person like you might want from me.”"Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked. It was the minimum. He denied it with his head. "Do you have children?”"The other woman asked me the same thing," he said, pointing to the door. I giggled again. At least the weird way improved my mood. "And, no, I've never had children. Not even animals.”"For never had it?”"Have you ever?” He returned it.I denied it with my head."No and I won't even have it. Neither of them.l“I... It just never happened," he said, still stunned. "And it's not quite a short-term plan, actually.”"Great," I spoke with a wide smile. "I called you here because I want to have sex with you, Hazz.”The man had two reactions that I didn't expect. The first of them was to laugh, as if I had said the bi
I don't even know how I could continue at work after the moment Jessy called me in her dressing room. I had to fold the handkerchief to be able to keep it in my pocket, but I spent the whole afternoon thinking about that woman, in her words. I wonder if I had hit my head while I was sleeping? I wonder if I was still dreaming?Never, not even in my most perverted dreams in the world, have I dreamed of a woman like that wanting something from me. Even more something as serious as sex. All right, I wasn't a virgin, I shouldn't value a simple carnal act so much, but... Sex was sex. And no one would go out distributing fucks on any ordinary Friday.I was so stunned by that whole thing, that I didn't even notice that my co-workers did little to be kind. After Jessy's interview, I was sent to the security room, but not to do anything more useful than clean the screens where the security guarded the cameras.At least there, in the silence in which men remained to remain alert, I could think o
Therefore, I sat on the steps that led to the upper floors, right in front of Henrique's door, and he left when he intended to play ball on the street. Now that ball was forgotten on the floor, between his legs, and his eyes widened to the paper in my hand. Even I didn't believe that, let alone."I'm the dumbest in the world, that's what you mean, right?” I replied, showing the spots on the numbers. I no longer knew what was nine and what was six. Nor what was two and what was seven. It was a mess. Out of anger, I threw the handkerchief on the floor, noticing the strong smell of talc that remained in my hand. Unconsciously, I associated that smell with Jessica's presence. "I won a number of the most beautiful and hot woman in the country and ended up losing. It's like playing in the mega sena and washing the note in the pants pocket.”"How to get a free ice cream and a pigeon shit right on it," said Henrique, in a comparison that had nothing to do with anything. I watched him with a f
"I don't know what you're planning," said Gabbie, biting her Subway sandwich and spreading pickles all over the upholstery of the car. " But I know it's going to go wrong.”"I just want to have sex with him, Gab," I explained, looking at my cell phone screen."Holding, but first you want to turn the man into a supermodel, in a magazine cover that you discovered overnight," she said, rolling her eyes. "Jessy, I don't know how you find it so funny to do this to men. It's not like you're God, wanting to change their lives for the better. It's like the devil of the Ghost Rider, who comes with a proposal, when in fact he only has an interest in his own gains. You're crazy, really.”"And I should fire you for being so sincere," I mocked, laughing. I loved Gabbie's references. She was as crazy as I was. Maybe worse. I still wondered what the hell she had told Hazz if he didn't even know what he was doing inside my dressing room. " But only you can find my cell phone when I lose it, and my lif
I laughed. Gabbie closed her face. It was a lie. I had never had sex with my security guards in the car - only when I drove alone. But she was jealous enough to think that her boyfriend would have witnessed something inappropriate.My fingers ran and went down on Instagram, WhatsApp, Facebook, but I didn't even pay attention to the photos that appeared. I was waiting for a call. It was late at night, we were coming back from another interview I had to give that day, and we were heading to Mac Donalds, because I refused to eat any nonsense that wasn't there.And even after so many hours, the blessed man didn't send me anything. I began to worry if he would not have suffered any accident like the man he had been replacing earlier. I didn't doubt anything. The guy hadn't been a director."I'm just saying that you can have sex with anyone, Jessy," she insisted, hitting the key again that I shouldn't keep deceiving strangers out there, and that getting involved with famous people would onl
All my attempts to contact Jessy Jones were a failure.I even sent an email to his advisor, but either the person in charge was deliberately ignoring me, or it was a completely different person from that arrogant and strange friend who had taken me to his dressing room, because I had no answer and I was very clear in saying that he was a friend who had received the phone number of the famous and could no longer get in touch.In my head, it was impossible for them to think that I would be lying to be able to have access to the woman's personal life, no matter how much I had only started following her after that failed attempt to contact her by email. But, it must have been obvious only to me, because stopping to think about the amount of followers she had, the probability of my message having beenI tried to call with the blurred number of my wet wipe, and was attended by gypsy people who promised me to find love in three days " which I really considered tempting, to see if I would fin