Billionaire Rômulo Montenegro was looking for out -of-the-ordinary experiences, promoting the Festa da Luxúria with discretion and secrecy, in a penthouse in Dualópis. Patrícia Teixeira was willing to do anything to pay the overdue bills, including going to an exclusive party for adults. She accepted her friend's offer and would receive a generous sum for her presence. Although participation in the dynamics was not mandatory, she was a virgin in the midst of fetish and shamelessness. In order not to be noticed, Patricia took refuge in the only forbidden place on the roof: the balcony. She realized, too late, that she wasn't alone. Seductive and mysterious, the man wanted to know a little more about the one that didn't follow the pattern. Then he kissed her. She ran away scared. It took a few minutes for the two to connect. Romulo wanted her to be the protagonist of his fetish. Patricia was shy and was learning to free herself from old beliefs. Desire spoke louder, sensations silenced opposing arguments and love, the one that no one expected, was ready to take action.
Chapter 1 Job
Pride could make you act in the worst ways. I
needed money and my friend, who was also a neighbor, gave me an alternative. It was my choice, I could have refused,
but the three months of rent arrears, in addition to the power outage, made me react.
I didn't think or do the risk analysis. I accepted.
"It's like you're going to the slaughterhouse." It's just a party, Patricia.
- You are used to these freedoms and
modernities. You know I have many years of therapy to do and get rid of old concepts.
"You're not wearing those panties." ' She opened my drawer and I tried not to freak out about someone going through my
personal stuff.
We were in my room, in the kitchenette that I lived in next to hers. Simone was a big woman, who wasn't shy about
wearing cleavage, showing off her bra and tight pants, highlighting her thong.
I was the opposite of her, I hated anything that bothered me, especially a cloth folded around my ass.
My mother's words echoed in my mind and I
pushed them away, but they had force. Never sit on a toilet that doesn't
belong to your house, don't share underwear, women have to
remain chaste until marriage.
Even after her departure and how much I suffered to leave
the farm and come to live in one of the nearby cities, with job opportunities, I felt her present in my life.
Living with Simone made me a little malleable.
At frst, I believed she was a high-end prostitute. As she
was extroverted and communicative, I couldn't let it go unnoticed and we
talked. The friendship was strengthened when she tasted
my food and praised my culinary skills.
At least I was good at something. My dream of
being a diplomat seemed distant, but if it didn't work out, I would
become her cleaning lady.
The restaurant where I worked closed, the bakery where I
did a side job dismissed me and only the elderly lady, who lived
in front of the kitchenette, called me once a week to do
her grocery shopping.
I never thought that a person could go bankrupt. It was my case
and I was getting desperate. My frst experience
living alone and walking my path without
anyone's help... I failed.
"I'm not wearing any of your panties, Simone," I muttered
when I saw my friend leave the room and the kitchenette. "My God,
it's not right.
- It's wrong for you to give up your dreams because of
underwear. "She came back with two black and purple bags. The sun
was going down and I would need to turn on the fashlight on my cell phone, which
was plugged into an extension cord at her house. -
I got it from my daddy and I haven't used it yet. It's washed and you can
keep it as a souvenir.
"It's so weird you call him that. Why not
just boyfriend? Groom?
"Because he pays me and I'm still free. - She held out the
bags and smiled contentedly. - I like my life, the luxury with it
and the simplicity of my singing. I'm not made for
traditional relationships, everything is very well stipulated in the contract.
- You have a good heart, you deserved a rich husband.
"I'm the rich one. She winked and shook what she
had in her hands in front of me. - Old concept, Patricia. Nothing
against happy families, with children and tradition. I was cut out to
escape what is common sense.
"Another limiting belief?" I made a face and took
the bags from her hand.
- Let's just say that's not the focus anymore. Swap rich husband
for being happy. Just that.
"How can I be happy if I'm going to be evicted for not paying
back rent? I need to study and I'm going to a party
that has whoring. What if-"
"No one is going to disrespect you, and I told you about the hiding place,
on the balcony. She walked over and held my shoulders
tenderly. - With so many people in the middle, wanting to be better than the
other, you're going to pass. Punch the clock, stay until three in the morning
and get paid.
"What if someone wants something?"
- Friend, dull as you like to be...
Her words died as soon as the pain came and should
have been clear in my eyes. I took a step back and went to the
bathroom, I had to shower, dry my hair with the
portable device connected to Simone's extension cord, and put on makeup
that would make me at least a little pretty.
"Damn it, Patricia, that's not what I meant.
"I know, it's still true. The darker I am, the
less people notice me and I won't have to lose my virginity to
anyone to get paid.
The subliminal message was in the air, I wanted to hurt her as much
as she did. It's okay that Simone was just using
my words against me, but not being noticed only contributed to
my desperation to go back to the farm and take the job as
cook for the farmhands. My sister was happy to continue the family legacy
, I invoked with the post of diplomat and would achieve.
At least I would try.
Tears fowed as the shower bathed me.
I fnished quickly, then dried my hair and fnally faced the
lingerie that my friend would lend me. Not just underwear,
but a black lace dress, with varying levels of ft to her
fgure.
I had too much boobs and hips, while she looked like a
social media model, all in the right spot but no
image editing. Always at the gym and with an active sex life, the only
physical activity I did was walking to the bus stop
and going to the university.
I took the panties and didn't check them in detail, I just
put them on. I adjusted the lace on the butt, the seam on the lumbar lowered.
I straightened it up, it was between my buttocks.
Heavens, I didn't want to feel like a whore. Simone
wasn't one, so she had to take a deep breath and think about freedom. I
was Patrícia Teixeira, I was twenty-one years old and would be a diplomat.
I would get to know countries, I would live by dialoguing and being tolerant, for the sake of
peace.
I was breathing slowly and putting the clothes on. I didn't
have a bra, the dress ft my body and I felt
too daring. When I faced myself in the mirror, I controlled the urge to take
everything off and abort that mission.
- Patricia! Simone knocked on the door and her voice was
worried.
I opened it and just poked my head out,
apologizing with a look. She didn't seem hurt, she was more
anxious than offended by my words.
- I'm almost fnishing.
"You're already dressed and you look beautiful." Even the hair is
brighter.
"I want to go unnoticed, Simone. You're right.
"One thing is for sure, women dress for other
women. Despite loving to escape the standard, in this regard, I'm
from the old concepts team. But you... your natural beauty is for
few.
'I'm feeling... isn't it too tight?' I
pushed open the door and showed myself to her.
I didn't want to be fooled by his glittering gaze and
satisfed scrutiny. She clapped her hands excitedly and walked over, adjusting the hem
of her dress. Then she played with my hair, analyzing what could
be done.
- If every time I call you dull, you shut me up
with that glare, I'll use reverse psychology and always talk.
"Then I'm going to change clothes." I was upset, but it's what
I need right now.
- If someone asks you to have sex, just say no. She touched
my face and softened the smile. - But I recommend you observe and
naturalize sex. It's good, Patricia.
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