Lavínia Fadel
— Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man... _I sang, pulling the line of my eyeliner with mastery and moving to the other eye with the liner. — You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them... _I finished the eyeliner and rested the makeup item on the vanity, gripping the furniture and almost kissing the mirror as I made a pout. — Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie... _I sang, showing off and wiping traces of red lipstick from the corner of my mouth. — They say looks can kill and I might try... _I adjusted my breasts in the neckline of my dress. — I don't dress for women... _I noticed the damn panties were showing through my tight dress. — I don't dress for men. _I slipped my fingers into the strap of the panties and slid them down my legs. — Lately I've been dressing for revenge. _With the pointed heel of my shoe, I caught the panties as they slid down, lifted my foot, bent my knee, and rested the heel near my butt, picking up the panties and tossing them onto the vanity mirror.
Provoked, I raised my hands and began to feel the music guiding my body, so it didn't take long for me to be sensually dancing in front of the mirror, showing off, touching my body, and tossing my fragrant hair from side to side.
Suddenly, I felt large hands come from behind, palming my stomach, pulling me roughly so my body collided with his, and I felt his cock pressing against my ass.
— Hot. _The client whispered in my ear, and his hand slid between my legs. I smiled with my eyes closed, hearing him deeply inhale my hair. I spent hours at the salon washing it; he better appreciate it.
— Your time's up. _I'm laughing, holding the wrist of his hand between my legs, searching for my clit between my lips.
— A shame. _He pulled his hand from my pussy, and I caught a glimpse in the mirror of him squeezing my breasts hard, drawing a dragged moan from me. — I'm going, but I'll be back.
I bite my lips, letting him see the immorality on my face.
— Sooner or later, you always come back. _I whispered wickedly and ran my tongue around his lips.
He gave me a slap on the ass and stepped away, going to fix his tie in the vanity mirror.
— My wife's being a pain. _He remarked, looking at me. — What do you recommend I bring today?
— Flowers.
— Chocolates too?
I smile.
— Yeah, chocolates too. _I bring my thumb to my mouth and sink my white, expensive teeth into my nail, dark claws. These are perfect for scratching clients' backs.
The businessman came to me, resting his hands on my waist. The best client so far. Affectionate, attentive, and he even fucked decently, too bad he couldn't last five minutes. The poor thing had premature ejaculation.
— You're so beautiful. _He complimented.
I stared at his mouth. He was 43 and a sweetheart.
— I sure am. _I winked at him.
Kissing my cheek, he stepped away and went to grab his suit jacket. I saw him pull his wallet from his pocket, take out several bills, and toss them on the bed. He looks back.
— It's a gift.
I shake my head, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He thought he was offending me by giving me extra cash.
Quite the opposite—I wanted to tell him to leave the whole damn wallet. He was filthy rich. It wouldn't even make a dent.
I eagerly waited for him to put on his suit and get out of my room.
Cynically, I gave him a little wave, and when the door closed, I turned up my music to dance, grabbing my cash and hiding it in the usual spot where no one would ever look. It was with this money that I was paying off my car. The money in my account I didn't even touch; I was saving it because I had other plans.
Sometimes, I wondered why it took me so long to act like I didn't care about anything? That was the personality I needed to survive in this place.
Did that miserable pimp Margaret really think those two months of enduring 8 clients a day would break me?
I smile, remembering she fell flat on her face. Because I handled them all and made so much money for the house that the wretch realized she was losing millions from the big shots, so she put me back in the VIP area and even gave me perks to keep up the same performance I had when I was in the "rock bottom" she threw me into.
Now I have my own room in the brothel, one with everything I need. I can go out on weekends with the girls, of course, with security. I started going to the salon, to the hospital every three months, and best of all, I talk to my brother every week, and he's studying at a boarding school. An expensive one that teaches him everything.
And if everything goes right, I'll soon be able to video call Faruk and see him in person.
I see my room's door open, and Aurora walks in. I go to lower the music volume.
— He came again? _She asked, pointing at the door.
— He always comes. _I say, laughing.
— You shouldn't bring him to your room. We have a proper place for the dirty stuff, forgot? _She walked over and sat on my double bed.
— He was so quick there wasn't time to take him to the upstairs hallway. _It wasn't meant as a jab, but it sounded like one, and Aurora burst out laughing, knowing he was a bit of a quick shot.
— That's a sin, Lavínia. _She laughed.
— What are you doing here? _I ask, grabbing my panties from the vanity and putting them away.
— Came to call you to go downstairs.
— Is the house packed?
— Wherever you are, Lavínia, it's packed. They're shouting your name nonstop, in the VIP area and that other one where you made history.
— I didn't… _I murmur, standing in front of the mirror and loosening the waves in my hair. Then I grab my black veiled hat and put it on, ready to go. — The Black Widow made history. _I smile, seeing my amber eyes, adorned with a cat-eye liner, stand out even under the darkest veil. There was no doubt my gaze was my greatest weapon.
Aurora grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.
— Let's go already. I want to drink and go wild. _She hurried me as I locked my room's door.
— Go wild how? _I ask, descending the stairs with her.
She laughed and pulled a type of absorbent paper from her cleavage, divided into small squares decorated with cartoon characters. She peeled off one of the squares and stuck it on her tongue. LSD, one of the most potent chemicals for altering mood.
Laughing, with the drug dissolving on her tongue, she offered it to me, and once again, I refused.
— One day I'll convince you to get high with me. _She laughed, slapping my ass.
I shrugged, certain that so far I didn't need any substances. I hit rock bottom and didn't need them. If there was one thing I wouldn't give up, it was my mental sanity. I was against testing my mental limits. I had learned to be attentive to everything and everyone.
I would never put myself in a position where I had no idea what was being done to me.
I think that's why I've been surviving so well in this damn place these past months.
In the lounge, we went to the bar and ordered drinks. I'd clearly stay with my drink in hand, keeping an eye on everything, exchanging glances with the suited-up big shots, filthy rich, convincing them with just a look to choose me over all the other girls. And between us, I didn't need to make any effort.
— Slut. _One of the whores, the one who hated me the most, threw herself at the counter and bumped into me on purpose. Seeing that I didn't give her attention and instead ignored her, she kept muttering insults. — I hate you, you shitty Black Widow.
I swirl my drink in the glass and pierce the olive with the toothpick, crossing my legs and smiling.
Then, I brought the olive to my mouth and lifted my face, looking at her through the veil.
— How can you hate me when I'm the one who inspires you? _My gaze mockingly scanned her outfit. The woman was a joke trying to imitate me. — Corpse Bride. _Yes, in a failed attempt to reach my level, she dressed up every night as a corpse bride. — Who's a corpse bride in the land of the Black Widow?
She threatened to hit me, and I grabbed her hand before it touched a single strand of my hair.
— Bitch. _She insulted me, knowing we were the same, two bitches.
I stood up and approached this idiot, looking her in the eyes.
— I understand your competition with me. Your clients abandon you when they see me. _I brought my mouth to her ear. — So you get inspired because I steal them all for myself, and you end up widowed too. _I whispered, kissed her cheek, shook my head, and turned my back on her, strutting through the VIP area, waving at the rich men who grinned widely as I passed by.
5 months.
5 months since that miserable man set foot here.
I hope he's dead and burning in the fires of hell.