The dark side of red lights

by Quelli di ZEd

  I gone down by the stage, the voice of the announcer announced as of usual that one of the fortunate present women would have been climbed with me on the stage for a custom designed show.

  I drew near me to the group, the friends of the celebrated one they made me sign on who to choose, I grabbed him for an arm and I brought her/it on the stage among the euphoric cries of the friends.

  We started the show, you/they had prepared a chair where I let the girl sat. I started to dance around her, she was more had a good time how embarrassed. The friends from under they howled sentences as" grab him the handle!" or" datti to be done, wants to see how it is when it becomes him hard"!.

  More I danced and more I drew near me to her, she looked me had a good time and it clapped the hands to time of music.

  Nearby I took a seat more and more me on her, and I used my cazzo as baton to give some taps on her belly, she looked me in the eyes, it had a look that I had already seen quite a lot times, and it was drunk. It started to caress me the pettoralis while we were twisting there following the rhythm, I had to withstand, I had to think that it concerned only job. I thought him/it, but evidently my friend there under no, because when I got up me from her it was almost at the most of his/her form.

  By now the brakes they were dejected, I continued my erotic dance with my erection aimed right-hand toward of her, I taken his/her hands and I supported her to me on the abdomen, from there the road it was brief. Time ten second and you/he/she was making me a saw in front of everybody, they passed other winds and his/her language of it it started to cross that enormous appendix in long and in wide.

  The show lasted other five minutes, too much few to come, but you/he/she was not ended yet.

  I went to always turn for the tables with my friend on the careful ones, receiving the favor of mine kind public that never before then you/he/she was seen a similar wonder of the nature.

  Some touched him/it to me, others they gave him a" taste", by now that that was done you/he/she was done.

  It drew near me one of the boys who he/she worked saying me that Madams Sophie there he/she wanted to speak to me.

  I went to her.

  The girls had asked her one spettacolino of mine in privé for celebrates her/it. Approved. In the privé you/he/she could happen of everything, you were always you that you set yourself some limits. Until then I had always held the due distances, at the most I did me him to lead for some second, nothing more.

  That time was different.

  I went with the girl to the privé, I was always in draught, even if not as before. I started the show. In reality I had few to exhibit me because time a couple of minutes that small nymphomaniac was thrown on me as a fly to the honey.

  The reason put on aside, by now it was to brake the instinct too late. I swept me that girl without thinking about the consequences and I realized me than it missed to do me of it a solo for the taste to do him/it.

  Chapter 13

  The morning after mine" exhibition" to the Lady Violet it came me the fear that once met Giorgia I would have been attacked by the senses of guilt, that I/you had ruined everything that with that evening that of beautiful there was among us.

  Differently from what I believed instead, the meeting with my girl was calm, rather I was quite a lot as usual relaxed, and I had a crazy desire to be with her.

  The whole tension that I accumulated when I was in sex abstinence you/he/she had gone and therefore I succeeded in seeing the things in calmer and relaxed way.

  The problem however it was another, that risked to ruin our history if you/he/she was jumped out.

  Besides the fact that I/you lied her on my job, thing that until then I had succeeded in justifying with myself convincing me that after all I didn't hurt anything of, even I had done now something of very more serious, I had made sex with another girl.

  I didn't succeed in explaining me my reaction. Definite not to think of us and to go on.

  The first four days of the week were departed calms, calm, in the best of the ways. A small detail there was alone: we had swept once alone and the beast that was me was starting to be revealed again himself/herself/themselves.

  The thing bored not few, but I didn't want to put her more than so much pressure seen what the preceding weekend had done. I felt me in guilt, and this braked me to answer badly her or from the incavolarmi with her for of the littleness, but inside of me, however I howled.

  Again weekend, a new week end of job to the Lady Violet.

  The first evening passed calm, but the second fell again there, I went in bed with a client of the place. It was stronger than me, I withstood the least necessary, I set me not to have to force the hand, not to do me the first movement, but if someone had picked up me him in hand, I was entirely then justifiable, there I would not have been able to throw back me.

  I met again me with Giorgia, and all spun again in the best some ways. We went out, we went to the cinema and to make shopping, dined out, we made the love.

  Three magnificent days together we passed indeed.

  Up to a few days before between us he breathed an air of tension, due to the fact that she complained him that I thought too much about the sex and few to the whole rest, the things were now changing and the why it seemed me clear: to make sex with other girls helped me to unload the tension and I didn't have need to discharge attacking me her.

  It spent the time. My extra relationships increased more always, but the thing didn't give then me so many problems. I knew of bitter Giorgia and that the other ones were alone of the toys that I used for" to empty me."

  And then between us you/he/she had never been all right as in that period, therefore I didn't see the motive to stop.

  I started to not only do him/it in the occasions that introduced me to job - and that they often made me earn some extra soldonis - but also out of the place.

  Rispolverai a pair of old knowledges, first among all Linda.

  The day when I confided her what happened to the night was to the seventh sky, you/he/she had glimpse a tear in that shield of perbenismo in which I had entwined. We swept as curls in memory of the beautiful old times.

  All of them was only sex, Giorgia was other something inimitable, toward which I felt an enormous feeling. I repeated him/it to me every day, and was true! It didn't rub anything of it of the others, less than zero, Giorgia instead for me it was everything.

  The day that bursted the storm was the ugliest of my life.

  Giorgia and I were stretched out on the bed of my house, we had just made the love.

  Between a cavolata and the other he came to joke on the dimensions of my punishments.

  The discourse went on for a few minutes, between a wisecrack and the other, when all of a sudden she told me:

  «It looks that you are not at all the only one to have him/it to us so big, do you know?»

  «And you as you know him/it?» I responded according to the game.

  «Be', you know him/it, among us women we often speak also of that. Of your peas and of their measures» it told me had a good time.

  «Yes, but then it needs to see how much one inflates his/her own story. You/he/she has happened me to feel tales and stories on the people that then I met in the shower of the gym and they were ashamed to wash him next to me, for fear to make bad impression. Certain things it needs to ascertain her of person» I answered her auto-elogiandomi.

  «My cousin has seen one of it that was even greater than yours perhaps!» it told me with arrogant air.

  «Your cousin? That done just return from Australia? Is it to whom has seen him, to a kangaroo?»

  We started laughing there.

  «Stop to make her/it the idiot! You know, you/he/she has returned in Italy because his/her best friend gets married him, and last Saturday has been to its farewell party to the spinsterhood. Has told me some unbelievable things, there was this guy that had him enormous, to his/her parer the biggest and beautiful cazzo on the face of the earth! Does it say that
practically that sow of the friend has started to make pompini to him and to others his/her colleagues, but you returns yourself account? And next week quietly marries him that horned poor man that will become his/her husband!»

  Of histories as these had seen galore of it, and also of worse!

  There was more than a place that offered these types of services, even if the Lady Violet stayed the best however.

  I favored her, I could not make to understand her that I didn't condemn certain types of behavior, rather.

  I tried to change discourse to avoid every least risk, I spoke of other things that they didn't have anything to do with it nothing with what we were initially saying, but then she returned again on the matter" cousin."

  «You I want to do her/it know my cousin, we were very intimate from children, almost sisters. Then you/he/she has gone to live in Australia and we see once now only us every year or two. According to I would like you, it is one of those that must be suffered to the firm ground with the people, that it doesn't make him put the feet in head and that if it has to tell you something it tells you him without thinking of us an instant. Indeed a beautiful type!»

  I didn't sincerely die from the desire to know relatives you launch, rather it is a thing that has always been me on the stomach. To have to bear of the perfect extraneous and to try to maintain with them one some sort of conversation pretending to have a good time you and to find pleasant their company was something abominable.

  Luckily she had few relatives and those that it had it is not that there pits so in great contact, therefore I could not sometimes deny her a supper with someone of his.

  Then you/he/she has also happened even that the person with which we went out was a type to place with which I was well me however, but you/he/she was rare.

  When Giorgia put on in head a thing it was difficult to make to change her mind. By now position you/he/she had departed with the fact that had to introduce me his/her cousin before his/her return in Australia and him you/he/she was giving to do for finding an evening that was all right for everybody.

  It fixed the day for following Thursday.

  Anita, so it called his/her cousin, you/he/she would have had to meet some friends in a place for an appetizer and to exchange four chatters, nothing binding, and it told Giorgia that would have been a pleasure for her if also us two there were united to the evening, also because the time that had available was not then very and it had to try to insert the everything the more possible to be able to devote himself/herself/themselves to every thing with care during its brief stay in Italy.

  We accepted.

  The Thursday we reached toward the eight the place, the appointment it was for the 19:30, therefore the most greater part of the people would have had to be there already.

  Giorgia looked around him at some, then it pointed out with the finger a girl with some voluminous red curly hair that he/she talked to a group of boys giving us the shoulders.

  «Looks, is her! That with the red hair is my cousin Anita. You give that I introduce you her!»

  You directed verse of her dragging me in the middle of the people, a hand it put on her shoulder and it did her/it turn.

  «Hi Giorgia! At the end have come! It waits that I want to introduce you to my friends.»

  It seemed a tipa all pepper, of those that don't do in time to think a thing that you/they are already doing others of it two. You was already turning for making the turn of the presentations without not even acknowledging my presence when Giorgia stopped her/it and threw me more next to her.

  «It waits, first I want to introduce you my boy. Michael she is my cousin Anita, Anita this is Michael.»

  The girl lengthened the hand, you/he/she looked me in the eyes smiling, then to a line I saw that smile change in a more look on the investigator.

  «You? Giorgia, but bushels joking true? How devil you have done to find him/it?»

  That answer there spiazzò not little. I didn't understand of thing he/she spoke, and not even Giorgia. It didn't seem me to have ever seen then that girl before, also because however it was from some that he/she lived in Australia.

  «But of what bushels speaking Anita? Are you taking me around? Do you already know you?» it said Giorgia mentioning a smile and turning him/it look first to his/her/their cousin and then to me looking for an answer.

  «No, Giorgia, if it is a joke tell me him because the joke is beautiful when hard few.»

  That situation was starting to bother me, I wanted some explanations or to put elegant to the misunderstanding.

  «Excuse me, but I don't now remember to be there ever met before, you are probably confusing me with somebody else.»

  I was firmly convinced it dealt with a misunderstanding.

  «You feel, if there is a characteristic that represents me it is the fact that I never forget a face. And yours has remained well me had been engraving for the other evening, even if it was not the face that you exhibited with so much mastery.»

  Those words crossed me the brain as a lightning. I started to make things clear in my head making to fit one to one all the wedges of the puzzle and the sketch that it came out from there it was not of the best.

  The history that Giorgia had told me, the farewell party to the spinsterhood of the story had been made to the Lady Violet, Anita had assisted to one of my shows and had recognized me!

  They were the ugliest instants of my life.

  Giorgia asked to the cousin of the explanations and her it gave her for him, it told her that I was me the boy of the story, that of the farewell party to the spinsterhood, what he/she danced naked among the women and it made him suck the cazzo from his/her friend and from others extraneous.

  Initially Giorgia tried to defend me, to convince his/her cousin that was been wrong, but she was sure of what you/he/she had seen.

  It started to become infuriated, he/she knew not to be in the blame and he/she wanted to look for a way to all the costs to show that neither he was being wrong neither tantomeno had started to tell cavolate.

  «The desire!»

  It exclaimed of a line Anita.

  «How?» Giorgia some responded stunned by those things that you/he/she had felt and sincerely confused by the fact that I didn't say anything to defend me.

  «The boy that I have seen in the place, the" ballet dancer", it had a small dark desire between the abdomen and the groin. Now if I have been wrong I am ready to ask excuse and rimangiarmi what I have said, but if your boy has that desire as I believe, there are not doubtful then since I don't think I would have been able to know him/it in other ways if indeed you/he/she is the first time that we meet there.»

  Giorgia looked me in the eyes. In his/her look there was a mix of sadness and disgust.

  Something stammered, churches excuse to his/her/their cousin and it escaped in tears away.

  I looked at Anita with a threatening air, she didn't seem quite intimidated. Would have liked to crush her/it!

  Courses behind Giorgia, wanted to explain me somehow, even if really I didn't have idea of thing tell her.

  I reached her, it was in full hysterical crisis. It screamed, he/she cried, it told me to go, that I was her disgusting, that I had lied her and who knows from how much time. I tried to explain her that for me it was a job as another, that the others didn't count anything, that before then I had never fallen in love and that she was what I wanted from the life, but my words served only to make to subsequently bother her/it.

  Went vomiting away I set me every sort of insult.

  That was the last time that I saw her/it. We felt there for telephone a few other times but also the phone calls never ended in the best any ways and to see him didn't speak.

  You/he/she had remained deeply wound, had done her some evil, and quite a lot.

  I tried her everybody. I told her that I did him/it for the money, for us, that that had been her/it before and only time that had gone so over, up to reveal her that I was sick of sex, that needed it and that for me
to do him/it one or twice the week equivaleva to kill myself!

  Any street I decided to follow it was that wrong. By now among us everything was ended.

  Chapter 14

  Third floor!

  I keep on falling in the void, intersection a passer-by's eyes that for an instant you/he/she has acknowledged what is happening. I succeed in reading the terror in his/her eyes, who knows if he sees something in mine.

  Of certain it won't find us neither fear, neither uncertainty, and not even desperation. Only tiredness. Tiredness and a great sense of void that I bring for a while by now me inside.