"Hey, we need to get organized, go out for a bit, and talk about how we'll handle this. That may have gotten her way, but she doesn't know what she's missing out on...Shhh... Don't put yourself down, you're amazing, and she won't even notice that I'm gone," I interrupt, standing up before sitting back down and dropping my head onto the desk. "The problem is that our schedules are different, and we might only be able to see each other on Sundays."
Ready to see the other side of things, I look up and start cleaning because it's almost time for the women's group to start working. "I have to go. My time is up, and that bitch is capable of sending me here. The problem is that I'm not good in this area," he says, standing up and starting to help me pick up the rest of the things we have strewn about my desk. I enjoyed the coffee, but the salad wasn't enough to fill me up. He knows that I'm not one of those girls who obsess over diet and body shape. "Take care. Don't let that, make your life impossible," I say before running into his arms and throwing the food bags into the trash. "Get back to work, and don't doubt that she'll be after you." "Hey, before I go, I wanted to let you know that we can go get a drink after work and celebrate this crappy day we've had. And don't even think about it because I'll be waiting for you," he warns me before I can protest, and then he's gone. I imagine accepting that invitation, both of us sitting in comfortable chairs and ordering a pair of margaritas or a stronger drink to get in the mood. Oh, I can already taste the bitter, sour, and salty mixture. Hmmm... It seems that I'm craving a night out and celebrating my misfortunes, as I've lost my job, though I've gained another one. However, it still bothers me that I've lost my best client. I have to put my phone in do not disturb mode. It's better to avoid problems on my first day at the new job I have. The calls start coming in, and when I hear the commotion of a group of crazy women, I don't hesitate to pick up the phone and answer the calls. I don't know, but my bitch instinct tells me that those women leave a lot to be desired, although I have to get along with them. They say to keep your enemies close. I answer the call and nod with a half-smile. The call I was on gets cut off, and I pretend that my full attention is on the computer. It can't be! I just received an email saying that I need to organize and create a folder where I have to keep track of each call made, in addition to everything being saved, for more security for the client and worker. "The lunch was good, and the worst part is that we have a meeting in an hour, and that's bad because it delayed the list of calls we have to answer." "Hmm? What are you talking about?" "Sorry for being nosy, but I'm new here, and I'm interested in knowing why the meeting is important and what the consequences are of not answering the calls," I stop typing and look up at her. "You're new here, and as the new person, you have to stay and answer all the calls, I'm sorry, but everyone went through it." "What?!" I shouldn't be surprised, I should be used to this kind of exploitation by now. I'm the new person, and they want me to do their work for them. However, I'm not going to sit idly by and take it. "Oh, thanks for the information, but I have to say that my supervisor has to brief me on everything, and in the meantime, I'll continue doing my job." Take that, you think you can take advantage of me? No... I'm not going to be anyone's doormat. I'll do my job, and let them keep dreaming. "We thought we could help with the filing..." "Thanks, but..." Just as I was about to speak my mind, a call interrupted me. + Whew... Time flew by, I thought it was five in the evening, but my wristwatch says it's ten at night. I've been stuck on my first day at work, organizing documents and adding them to new folders. "New", it's logical that my first day wasn't going to be easy. I had to cancel on my friend and refuse the help of those women. No... I'm not that useless! As I exit the mall, I can see black mirrors in the parking lot and the faint illumination the moon provides. Electricity problems! I hastened my steps, I have to get to my motorcycle, I won't deny that fear has taken over me. "Where do you think you're going, doll?" out of nowhere, a stranger appears and without giving me time to escape or defend myself, he corners me. "That's none of your business, jerk! Help!" I scream as loud as I can, hoping the mall security guard can hear me. "No one will hear you, you're a whore who doesn't matter," the jerk sneers as he grabs my arm and squeezes it, "don't scream, or you'll die." Terrified of being hit, I close my eyes tightly and struggle with myself not to cry. "Help!" "Okay, okay, it's me, you don't have to cry," I open my eyes wide when I hear the voice of my friend Alexis, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist playing this prank on you since you stood me up earlier." No, no, no, I don't understand when his voice changed. "But... What's wrong with you, stupid?" I turn around and punch him in the chest before slapping him, "You idiot! How could you do this to me? You can't change your voice and play this kind of prank on me, it's not right!" I care that he stops talking to me, this has no justification, I almost died of fright. He complains of pain, and the first thing I do is ignore him and walk away, heading towards my motorcycle. I don't feel like talking, I even feel like I'm about to faint just from the scare of almost dying. "I'm sorry, babe, but I couldn't resist playing that prank on you." "What? You can't just say sorry, you can't do that!" I raise my voice, and in a fit of rage, I pull the key to my motorcycle out of my purse. "Don't be mad, it was just a little joke." (...) Once again, I declare myself a damn masochist. My best friend just played a tasteless prank on me, and yet I've forgiven him because we're about to enter the club he invited me to. I'm rewarding him and I should be punishing him! I still can't believe it. I openly stare at my friend's shameless face, that smile that's hard to erase. I snort and shrug my shoulders. He's won. God, today was a completely crazy day, and it's not even over yet. I feel tired, but apparently, my body insists on being able to keep going and not faint from exhaustion. Who knew talking so much could be tiring? "You didn't have to bring me to this club, it's too expensive," I complain, shaking my head as I look at my attire from head to toe. I look like a mess! I step away a bit, nervously biting my lower lip, and gaze at the building in front of me. Then I notice a logo shining in a golden tone. I've heard of this club, but I never gave myself the chance to come here. I absentmindedly play with the bracelet on my right hand, as I always do when I'm nervous. God, all this is because I don't have my card. "Relax, bitch, everything is paid for. We're special guests, and they say this place is your hot spot, so I think we're in the right place." I turn to look at him, unimpressed that my best friend sold me out for a few minutes of entry to one of the best nightclubs, one where innocence is not allowed. We approach two huge men, and Alexis whispers "hunks" to them, and both men smile and nod. What? That was a code! The entry code! Before I have time to ask, my friend pushes me forward and the two huge doors swing open wide, giving us access to the unknown paradise. Oh, it's an incredible place, from what I can barely make out in the low lighting. The place is huge, I realize as we make our way from the main entrance to the entrance of the dark world. My curious eyes roam the place, trying to take in everything around me at once. I have to admit, it's nothing like what I expected from a sex club. The walls aren't covered in burgundy wallpaper, there aren't any plastic-covered sofas to make cleaning easier. In the center, there's a big dance floor, a curved bar, and many tables around. And of course, the liquor bar! Ah... My body starts to react, the music that's about to burst my eardrums is rich, delicious, and savory. My body wants to enjoy and let loose. Ah, the adrenaline is pumping, this sensation is unique and pleasurable."You have to tell me who the person that invited us is, I have to thank them!" I grabbed my friend's arm and shouted about what I felt inside. "Welcome..." I was surprised to see a girl appear out of nowhere. "Thank you," I said, my voice trembling. "Alexis, you're mistaken, I don't see that she's the right one to be here," I was frozen hearing the unknown woman speak. Now I took the liberty to look her up and down, who gave her the right to judge me and say whether I should be here or not? "Obviously, she's the one paying the entrance fee." Damn it, this is what I get for... "Really?" I asked sarcastically. "Alexis, she invited us, so we should thank her, but if not..." "Shhh... Alexa, she's Rosalía, and what she meant was that we can take our place, yes, that one," he interposed between the two, knowing I wouldn't stay quiet. Ha, she's Rosalía? That woman is an insult to the real Rosalía, she shouldn't be called that. "Pufff, excuse me, but... you can make yourselves comfor
"Hey, where are you going?" Out of nowhere, my friend appears in front of my eyes, and I relax because of it. "I need to use the restroom, can I?" The last part sounded too blunt, and he knew the reason for my behavior. Lack of sex... "Don't worry, I'll accompany you." Oh my God! Is he after me? I close my eyes and curse internally. Doesn't he understand that I'm running away from him because the beast inside me wants to eat him up? "Let's go, your friend can wait for you where we are or wait here." "Yes, she will appreciate your company," I say with a small smile, cursing him for exposing me. The sexy tells me that we need to go through the hallway behind the bar, where they can give us the access I need to enter the restroom. Oh my God! My heart skips a beat, my stomach twists to the point of feeling butterflies trying to escape. I take a step forward and move on, he keeps up with my pace. When we reach the bar, I startle at the sudden music. Well, there was already music, but
Ah, the client, I can imagine how furious they must be, but wishing for me to lose my job... that's not right. I walk towards the bathroom with the intention of locking myself in and taking the bubble bath I had planned. "Daddy, you are absolutely right to complain and protest, there is no explanation that can justify what I did," I lie. Obviously, I cannot tell him that it was because of my primary job, as this is my second one. "That's not all, I've been calling you and..." He falls silent, still angry. Can I control him and relax him at the same time? "Well, I'll forgive you if you tell me what was so important that you hung up on me and ignored my calls." Fantastic, this seems like a jealousy scene... he's asking for an explanation that I shouldn't give him. "Work, Daddy. Besides calls, I have another job. I'm sorry for everything that happened, I didn't mean to ignore you," I hear him inhale. "I accept if I stop being one of your favorites." Yes, reverse psychology. I hope
As a fool, I left my friend in the middle of the conversation, but I couldn't just stay there without knowing who that girl was and what she's capable of. When I approached her, I scared her and made her nervous, I could tell, also from the gleam in her eyes when she saw me, especially when they went down to my lips. It wasn't my imagination, no, it was desire towards me, and I confirmed it when I accompanied her to the women's restroom. It's a shame that we were interrupted. I didn't insist so as not to appear too eager, but I really was. I wanted to taste her, to know how far she could go and what she's capable of doing. Yes, that woman caught my attention. There's a big difference between my employee and the woman I talked to on the phone, since I can have one and the other is just a fantasy. "Hey, can you explain to me what happened at the club?" After grabbing the car keys that were on the entry table, I ran into my foolish friend Harper. "You left without saying goodbye." "Co
*** The same routine every day; come to work and continue with my life until it doesn't make sense anymore. Maybe I am exaggerating when I say that it won't make sense until I have enough money to open a business where I can be my own boss. That's every woman's dream who wants to be independent in every way. Entering the mall, I greet the security guard, "Good morning," and he kindly responds and wishes me a better day than yesterday. I really liked that because there are people who wish you well even if they're not your family. With a lot of positivity, I continue walking until I stop to see that my boss is a few meters away from me. I'm mesmerized watching him touch his brown hair while talking to that unknown man. I don't care about the other man, my center of attention is him, there's no other. "Hmmm... You can close your mouth, enough for everyone to notice that you're just another one on the list who drools over him," I startle from the surprise of seeing my boss. "I've been
+ "We entered the boss's office, feeling a bit nervous, and took a seat. It wasn't normal for two men to be with a young woman who couldn't resist the presence of two god-like specimens. "Alexandra, forgive me for using your first name, but I feel it's necessary after asking you to accompany me to lunch with my mother," he said as he made himself comfortable. As he looked into my eyes, my thoughts couldn't help but torture me and tell me that this must be a damn joke from those two. No way, I don't think they're trying to take advantage of me. "I accept and promise not to ask any more questions," I nodded, stood up abruptly, and decided to walk towards the exit to end the conversation. "I'm going to work, and if anything changes, you can call me without any problems." "No, wait...don't go. I have to tell you that my mother is a bit special, and the questions will be directed toward you because you'll be my assistant. Although I wish you could be something more, it wouldn't be fai
"I try not to smile, but they don't cooperate. Haha, I thought this place was going to be too boring, but these women have made my day. "The thing is, the boss had never addressed an employee more than twice before, and the worst part is that the rumors come from his ex-boss." Ouch, that hurt, but I shouldn't let it hurt, surprise, or overwhelm me, because that woman hates me, although I still don't understand why. I'm a girl who doesn't mess with anyone, and I've always tried to help, I think my flaw is that people mess with me. "And you let yourselves be guided by the gossip," I smile as I turn to look at them, "it's so easy to judge and point fingers at a person you don't know; who doesn't interfere in your lives, who only wants to get ahead through work, yet it's not enough because working is a sin, going to a nightclub is a sin, drinking one or two bottles of liquor is a sin, smoking one or two cigarettes is a sin, everything I do is a sin because it bothers you that I breat
"Don't take offense, but it's inevitable for me to ask you to put it on," she extends the little bag to me and I take it with great curiosity, "and if you don't like it, you can back away and scream in my face that you're not capable of being with me." "An adventure?" Yes, I'm not willing to fall in love, I'm not one of those romantics, and even less like those in novels, in my opinion, it's all fake. "Oh, this is a butterfly, you've given me the latest model, the one that you can connect to your phone, it can also be used from a long distance, oh my God!" I squeal like a little girl, this is a real gift. A strap-on butterfly vibrator with remote control, and it's pink. "Yes, I want an adventure with you..." "Don't fall in love, because I'm terrible at romance," I say without looking into his eyes, you can turn around, do you want me to try it now or at my place, I can also go to the bathroom... "Here, it doesn't bother me," he quickly replies, and that excites me because I feel