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“Anne, I'm leaving”... It's the second time she says goodbye in the last ten minutes but she doesn’t leave.
“Is something the matter?”
“In five minutes the most handsome man in the world will come out that door.”
“In the construction office?”
“Yes”
“And you stalk him to rape him in the hall?”
“Better in the elevator,” I shake my head while Mary smiles mischievously.
“Good evening, Mary.”
I lower my gaze to the keyboard. I get more out of it if I continue with my report and I finish the report soon, than to continue listening to my secretary’s nonsense. The finances in the museum are delicate and the income is very scarce, so I make haste or many of my colleagues in the experimental area will end up on the street.
I look at the clock and see that it has happened again. Two hours have passed from the time to leave and it’s very late. I rub my eyes, rereading the documentation and it seems reliable, but is it enough to attract new investors? I'm not so sure about that, I can’t afford mistakes, and we need the money. Anyway, for tonight I can’t do a lot more. I pick up my four things and I’m about to go straight home.
Shit!
My old calendar and its hundreds of papers fly through the air. Please, what a disaster! After all, it’ll be true and I’ll have to retire. I bend over to pick up the mess of scattered cards on the wooden floor and leave.
The Temple of the Passions... I read the card discolored by the passage of time. How many years have I kept this card?
Three... No! It's been already five years. I sit on the carpet while I pick up the rest of the papers.
John as my boyfriend never agreed with my sexual curiosities and then within the marriage, sex became a train to which it was better not to get on. Finish and shut up, thinking only when it was going to end. That was my sex life.
"Women like you don’t attract men." That was his usual phrase. Women like me? Bored? Resigned? Tasteless? Monotone? Screw that! I'm not like that; it may have been that way but not anymore.
Temple of the Passions, I hope you’re still open because tomorrow I plan to visit you and we'll see if the kind of woman I am belongs. I no longer need to ask permission to do what I please, or look for what interests me or try what I want. Self-esteem is painting the lips of passion red color.
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“I tell you I have this invitation.”
“And I repeat that you can’t enter. That entry expired years ago.”
“I missed the date. Come on don’t be like that. Do you think I’m dangerous?” I give him the best of my smiles “Look! You're laughing. Don’t be like that, it's my first time... I'll only be a short while. A drink and I'm leaving.”
“I'm sorry but I can’t maybe another day.”
The big man moves to one side, letting two wonderful women pass by who didn’t need any introduction.
“What happened? Redheads aren’t welcome?” I say annoyed. “They can but I can’t?
“You must be a member or be invited by one of them. Beautiful women like you are also obliged to follow the rules.”
Oh how tender, he called me beautiful... I ate it up. I put on an innocent face as a last resort but nothing. That won’t let me in. I resign myself to return home when a thick and manly voice captures all my attention.
Oh mother of god, this man can’t be real. Hair, black as night and a little longer than usual, frames a strong and masculine face. He must be more than six feet tall but he isn’t one of those skinny elongated men, but on the contrary, he seems to train enough for his arms to be marked through his shirt. He wears light trousers with a light blue shirt and he is the most attractive man I have ever seen. I wobble thinking about new things that we could try together horizontally, vertically, in the air, in the water and where ever my body can do it. Oh Mother! In the end it's going to turn out that I'm not dead... Fuck you John.
“Marcus, let the lady in. Come with me.”
“Reed, you know I can’t let her in. If she comes to cause an incident, Solange will throw me to the wolves for breakfast.”
“She won’t leave my side, isn’t that right, Anne?”
How do you know my name? It doesn’t matter; with those big blue eyes I accept everything.
“Yes I want... I mean, I promise... Yes to everything...” Oh mother, I'm burying myself in the mud.
The male god moves his lip slightly. What was that, a sort of a smile?
“Are you sure you want to come in?” He asks me firmly.
“I've always wanted to but I've never had the chance.”
“I'll give it to you.” He takes me by the hand and we enter despite poor Marcus’ disgust that isn’t at all satisfied with my presence.
We walked slowly so as not to stumble. The main room is in darkness and I try not to fall because of the poor lighting. My pupils are dilated getting accustomed to the darkness of the place. The atmosphere is curious, different, it could even be said that a little overloaded but very appropriate.
Sensual music envelops the environment. The room shines intermittently and the mirrors cover almost all of the walls. To my right a smiling waiter who without rest attends a small bar. The silver and gold colors complete a baroque decoration of lamps and pastel lights. The smiling couples enjoy while single people are just observing.
In the blink of an eye, powerful spotlights illuminate the stage to make it shine in a dazzling way. Three women with tiny bikinis begin a highly sensual dance. They wiggle sensually around metal bars, which extend from the mahogany wood floor to the impeccably white ceiling.
“If you promise not to escape, I'll go for a drink.” I nod without being able to say a word.
My wide-open mouth doesn’t stop exclaiming. It’s the greatest erotic show I have ever witnessed. If someone wanted to tell me I would say that it touches the ordinary but it isn’t exactly like that. Here nobody shouts out of control like in a bar of hot soldiers, but on the contrary, both men and women enjoy what could be called a deliciously carnal spectacle.
Some terribly young pretty ladies with tiny dresses, every so often come to some tables inviting certain couples to something that I don’t know but that they agree while they go to different doors located at the end of a long corridor. I try to follow them with my eyes but the sounds of admiration in front of one of the dancers, who managed to climb up the pole to the ceiling, distracted me from my views.
Wow.
“Champagne” The almighty man brings his hand closer that holds a delicate glass cup.
“Thanks” I can’t look him in the eye because it has a direct effect on my legs. They loosen up.
“Thank you very much for everything but you don’t have to keep me company. I'm sure you have your own plans.”
It's funny but his serious and cold look doesn’t scare me but on the contrary it attracts and provokes me but it doesn’t scare me.
“I have no plans. For now...”
OMG. My heart is out of control just to imagine it. How long have I been without sex? The heat that goes up my legs and the tremors of anxiety, say a lot.
The human deity sits next to me and his cologne intoxicates me, one hundred percent manly essence of wood and musk.
“Is it what you expected?”
“Yes and no”. He looks at me bewildered and he smiled like every time he looks at me.
“The decoration is spectacular but I expected something more...”
“Anything else?”
“I don’t know, something else, stronger?”
“Something that is more like orgies, sadism, trios, exchanges...”
“I didn’t say that.” I'm getting redder than my hair.
“But you've thought about it.”
“Yes.” I’m terrible about lying.
“You like to play hard.”
“No, that goes... I don’t... Never...” Oh mother, I'm burying myself again, self-esteem is running terrified.
The Greek God in a dark version offers me his brief smile and I sense that he is making fun.
“Don’t laugh at me... Women have the same rights as men to experiment.”
“Amen for that.”
Two couples from a nearby table stand up and head for the large side aisle.
“Where are they going?”
“To experiment.”
“Oh...”
“Oh” He repeats making fun.
“Can we go?”
“No.”
“Do you need an invitation to see?”
“Are you a voyeur?”
“No,” I laugh heartily, “only incurably curious.”
I drink from my glass while I move to the beat of the music. I like this place more and more. My particular cupcake gets up and stretches his arm for me to accompany him and I'm still spellbound. Will there be private rooms?
He directs me to the center of the floor and I see how a full color show is prepared on the stage. Two men and two women with their almost naked bodies perform an exquisitely sensual dance. The light from blue lasers accompany them from the ceiling to the ground and their sculptural bodies shine to the rhythm of the music.
I am totally dedicated to the show and I move in my place transported by the eroticism of the place, when I notice how my perfect man leans against my back and surrounds my waist with his arms. We both move with soft and almost imperceptible steps while our bodies rub against each other shamelessly.
By God, I'm burning just by feeling him close.
His open hands on my belly move slowly around my waist and I can feel his breathing on my neck next to the weight of his head in the hollow of my shoulder.
The darkness hides my shame and I let my hands cling to his looking for more contact. I like it and I see no reason not to show it. The music, the lights and the place make me want him with a crazy desire, I'm burning and my vagina gets wet from necessity. I have not been reacting to a man for a long time but this provokes unknown sensations in me.
His body sticks to me and I feel his erection rubbing against my back making me feel wanted. His contact makes me bold. His hands hold me tightly as if he wants to make love to me right there and I don’t intend to deny myself. I am an adult, a free woman, and I love it. I want him over my body here and now. I rest my ass on his erection and I notice him taking a sharp breath between his teeth while giving me a small bite on the neck.
“Anne...”
“How do you know my name?” I whisper submerged in my cloud of passion.
“I know everything from the first day I saw you.”
That was today.
“For you, yes.”
“I try to turn to face him and understand what he says but he won’t let me. His arms clutch me with more force and his hoarse voice speaks into my ear.
“Stay like that. I need to have you like this for a few more minutes.”
I stand motionless in front of his body while I feel the full touch of his thighs and pectorals against me. The feeling is wonderful and I feel that the glory will come in just a few minutes. I close my eyes and hope for the inevitable. A few minutes pass, the music stops and I understand what is going to happen.
“Baby... Yes, I'm ready. Yes I will, I'll accompany you...”
“Tonight the anniversary in this place is being celebrated and it will be a somewhat unrestrained party. It's better to take you home.”
“What? What! You rub me all you want, I allow you as part of a loving game, what do you think, you’re not going to give it to me? What a shit! I am as hot as an iron in the sun and offended to a fine degree. My self-esteem is so very, very angry.
“I’ll stay.”
“You don’t belong in this place.”
And here we are again as if I’m smoking crack. I'm not a dead fly on the wall.
“I appreciate the advice but I'm staying.”
“And I assumed that you were submissive.”
“I’m afraid that submission is my past and I overcame it in my life.”
“Did you practice Sadism?”
“Not those submissive women. I was referring to the submissive part as an obedient woman, one who says yes to everything. Yes honey, do you want my life, Yes daddy...”
“Daddy?” He leaned back and gave a benevolent laugh. “Anne Foster is of an unknown species.”
I look at him curiously and I see that those wrinkles that border the corner of his full lips have been erased. His smile looks so much better than his Antarctic seriousness.
“You should laugh more often.” He ignored my advice and continued his interrogation.
“Who have you liberated yourself from? Boyfriend? Partner?”
“Deceased husband.”
The god of Olympus nods in agreement with the answer. Had he lived something similar and understood it? I don’t think so. He is dominant, with a touch of control and a hint of possessiveness. The type that says you do what I say or what I say or half the planet will hear your screams.
“Let's go.”
“I stay.”
“Let's go.”
“I stay.”
He sticks to my body and lifts my chin with two of his long and determined fingers. If he comes a little bit closer I don’t think I can control myself, I’ll bite those chocolate lips and... God! I'm out of control.
“Remember, I promised you’d enter and you entered. You said yes. Yes to everything, to be exact. We must go.”
“Yes, but...” He didn’t allow me to continue.
“You said it.”
“I said it but...”
“Remember that if you don’t leave before the fireworks start, Marcus will be left without work and it will be your fault. And you don’t want that, right?”
“No,” annoyed I grumbled.
“That’s my girl.”
I'm so frustrated! I let myself be convinced by a man that I don’t remember his name, who is a dictator and that despite his hellish gaze, I would take him to the end of the corridor, lower his pants and show him how uptight I am.
We walked without talking to each other and left the premises together to collide with Marcus, who seems relieved to see me leave. He said goodbye with a big smile and I answer him in the same way. The poor man isn’t to blame he’s only fulfilling orders.
“I'm taking you home.” Will he always have that bad mood?
“I have a car.”
He’s gorgeous but I don’t have to endure his bad ways. I disrupted his big, private night but he offered, so now he has to put up with me.
I'm about to go when he comes forward and deposits the most tender kiss on my forehead. Forehead! No man ever, ever, ever kissed me on the forehead, like my grandfather, but that doesn’t count. Do I look so pathetic? Self-esteem covers my ashamed face.
“See you.”
“Clear.”
I walk hurriedly to my car. Did I say, see you? He'll think I'm an idiot. He didn’t ask me for a phone or e-mail, yet he kissed me on the forehead and he tells me we'll see each other? Tell those stories to another, my dear. I already got the message I'm going home because tomorrow I have work and I need a very cold-water shower.
