by TorreS, Pet
"I only work with girls who act willingly."
"You'll know how to persuade her." He winks at his friend. "You're good at that!"
Larsson looks up at the sky again, sighs and thinks for a few seconds. "Okay! Give me the girl and I'll see what I can do with her."
Cesar sighs, relieved. "Thank God!"
"I hope she is as good as you say!" Larsson mutters, looks around and keeps talking. "You hand me the girl on the road."
"On the road?" Cesar asks surprised.
Larsson looks at his friend with an air of intelligence. "Don't you want me to convince her to work for me?"
"Yes."
"So, first I need to gain her trust."
"You are brilliant, my friend!"
"Abandon her in the middle of the road, and then I will come along with my car and save her like a guardian angel."
Larsson just starts smiling at his own astuteness.
"Larsson, you should be a politician!"
Larsson shakes his head. "No! I could not bear to wear a suit and tie and also face a bunch of annoying people around me twenty-four hours!"
Cesar laughs at his friend.
Chapter 3
"I thought he was an angel in black clothes, but in fact, he is the demon in person,"
~Emily
"Emily, people commented about your audacity last night! You attacked Larsson TIGER in front everyone!" Natasha says. She is my roommate. Natasha became a prostitute in Larsson TIGER's nightclub little more than two years ago.
She is an artificial blond. Her body is robust and she is extremely tall. I'm sitting on my single bed, next to a white wall, and Natasha's bed is just beside mine. We're still dressed in our pajamas and we are totally unkempt.
"Why did you abuse him that way?" she insists looking at me and shrugs her shoulders. "After all, he is the LARSSON TIGER."
I rest my arms on my knees and touch my chin with my right arm.
"He deceived me."
“Deceived you? How so?" Her face wrinkles.
"I thought he was an angel in black clothes, but in fact, he is the demon in person," I say revolted.
I explain everything to Natasha, from the beginning, from when Larsson Tiger found me on the roadside until the day he brought me to his house of prostitution.
Natasha rises from her bed and begins to comb her hair with a red brush. “Larsson TIGER is a good boss. All girls work here of their own free will, including me."
"I never thought I would end up at a place like this and much less being an amusement for those hordes of sordid men."
"And what will you do now? Will you stay here whoring?”
"I do not know ..."
"How don't you know? You just said you abhor that kind of life. I do this work because I want to - it brings in some good money. But you do not seem to have that kind of ambition. So this is not an appropriate place for you."
I remain silent, listening intently to the things Natasha tells me.
"You can run away from here, I suppose…. " she says.
I look up at the ceiling. I am reluctant to speak but I say, "I cannot run away from this place, even if it is hell for me."
Natasha turns her head and walks toward me. She stops walking and looks at my face. "Why can’t you leave this place?" She asks.
"Because something is keeping me here.”
I look down at the ground after that. Natasha shakes her head indignantly and questions, "Are you in love with Larsson TIGER?"
I stand, looking down at my feet. "I do not know ..."
"How don't you know?"
"I do not know if this is passion, but I cannot leave this place because I fear I will never see him again." I finally confess and Natasha sits down next to me.
"I do not want to discourage you, but if you really feel something for Larsson TIGER, try to forget him! He is not the right man for you. In fact, he is not a right man for any woman in this world."
She stands and walks to the bathroom saying, "Larsson TIGER only thinks about tigers, money and fun."
Chapter 4
"I have an unforgettable destiny for this girl's virginity."
~Larsson TIGER
Constancia walks toward Larsson TIGER's table. He is seated in his black armchair. There is a lit cigarette in his ashtray and his fingers glide slowly over a porcelain miniature in the shape of a tiger, but his thoughts seem far, far away from the room.
"Mr. Larsson," she says and stops walking in front of his table.
Larsson raises his head and looks up at her face with his green eyes. Her red blouse matches her lips, he thinks.
"Tell me, Constancia!"
He removes his fingers from the statue and reclines his back on his seat. His face becomes even more serious.
"There is something you need to know."
Larsson slopes his elbow on the armrest and puts his forefinger between his lips. "Go on!"
"Emily is still a virgin." Constancia informs him, impressed.
Larsson's eyes widen as he rises from his armchair. Then he walks from one side to the other, with his head bowed. He looks thoughtful. His servant watches him in silence.
After a few minutes, Larsson stops walking and sits in his chair again, looking at the face of his faithful secretary. He then informs her, "I have an unforgettable destiny for this girl's virginity."
He holds his cigarette and takes it to his lips, brings it up and releases smoke through his nose.
"And this will happen tomorrow night!"
Chapter 5
"This woman has deceived us. She is not pure!" ~Larsson TIGER
Constancia is dressed in dark clothes, standing on top of a round stage. There are several well-dressed men around her. Colored lights rotate around their heads and involving music from Florence and the Machine Band (Remain Nameless) is playing softly over there.
"Here are ten envelopes in ten different colors and the color that is in the envelope that I will open will be the color of the victor."
She looks at each one and continues talking. "And this victor will get as a prize - the virginity of this woman!"
She pulls a black veil from atop a glass pedestal and within it I stand, dressed in my satin robe in an ice-white color. My hood hides my hair and partly shows my face painted in light makeup.
All men are euphoric around me, even though they are sitting in their leather chairs. Larsson TIGER is sitting on a black, square sofa. He is away from the raffle. But he can perfectly see my image in the glass pedestal.
He lights a cigarette and keeps his gaze in my direction. A man in a suit and dark tie circulates among the ten men that are sitting in their chairs. This man is holding an aluminum basin with both hands.
"Each envelope costs R $ 4,000.00," Constancia informs them.
The men put their four thousand dollars in ready cash into the basin. Larsson watches everything, and then he brings his cigarette to his mouth and lets the smoke move above his head.
Finally comes the right moment in which Constancia must open the envelope and see what color is inside the envelope she holds in her left hand. The ten customers also maintain their envelopes in their hands, and they are very eager to hear the result.
Constancia remains on the stage in front of the ten men sitting in chairs and she slowly begins to pull the result out of the black envelope. The extremity of its surprise color begins to appear in front of everyone.
Finally, the color of the victor is RED.
The men are surprised an extremely disappointed. They do not have the red color in their envelopes and only one man rises from his chair as he looks euphoric with his black envelope and red color inside it.
"I won! I won!" He exclaims, thrilled.
Larsson gets up from the couch and walks slowly, dressed in his dark trousers and black overcoat. He moves in the direction of a man with grayish hair and narrow eyes. He has Asiatic physical characteristics.
Larsson stops in front of this man and shakes his hand."Congratulations!"
/> The man, who is perspiring, smiles and looks nervous. After all, he just won an immaculate woman.
Larsson releases his customer's hand and stares at the glass pedestal. His green eyes shine at my image standing inside that glass box, wearing on my body only a white satin robe.
I stare at him with my eyes full of tears and for a moment I sense that Larsson TIGER would enjoy being the lucky man that night.
But he stares at me again, turns his back to me and walks into a dark hallway. He's probably going back to his solitary office.
***
Constancia walks through a partially dark hallway; two bodyguards walking behind her, both of them are holding me by my arms. They seem quite rushed and we stop in front of a black door. Constancia opens the door, pulls me by the arm and we enter the room.
The winner of the game of chance is in the room. He is eagerly waiting for his eccentric prize.
"Here is your prize,” Constancia says and hands me to the grayish haired man. She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her.
I look all around me and I see a double bed with dark sheets, pillows and cushions with prints of tigers, a small black table with all kinds of drinks and two crystal glasses. The walls are caramel. Above the head of the bed there is an oil painting with a picture of a tiger.
The man begins to get rid of his navy blue jacket, removes the black tie from his neck and unbuttons his white shirt. However, I remain standing, intently watching his frenetic movements.
Meanwhile, Larsson TIGER is already in his office, devouring his pack of cigarettes and lighting them up one after another. He seems disturbed, lost in his cigarette smoke, sits and rises from his armchair every three seconds and nothing seems to please him.
He looks at his gold wristwatch placed perfectly on his left wrist and brings his cigarette up to his lips again. Then he looks at the face of his wristwatch. But an egoistical ambition takes him away from his black leather armchair. He goes toward the door.
The winner gets rid of his black pants and now he is only in his black socks and white underwear. He walks towards me and he moves his hands all over my body under my satin robe.
I start sobbing desperately. He grabs my chin and tries to kiss me on my lips. However, I turn my face to the side and prevent his repugnant act.
Larsson keeps walking by the dark hallway as he tries to run against time.
I'm leaning against the wall while that repulsive man slips his hand inside my robe and he feels the soft and supple skin of my thighs. I shake my head from side to side, trying to avoid his approach.
"You are wonderful!" He whispers. "I'll lick you all over.”
Then he kneels at my feet, holding his head in the direction of my private parts. I close my eyes, desperate to escape this nightmare.
Suddenly, we both look toward the door, as a loud noise comes over it. The passage opens quickly and a figure in a black overcoat walks into the room. Larsson TIGER sees that man kneeling at my feet, trying to touch my intimate parts with his mouth.
Larsson walks up to us, seriously, and he looks grim. He holds my arm and pulls me toward him. I get scared at his brusque attitude again.
The man stands up, confused at Larsson’s actions.
"What is happening here?" The winner questions him.
"This woman has deceived us. She is not pure!" Larsson exclaims still holding my arm tightly.
"Have I been deceived?"
"We were all deceived by her!" Larsson says. "Take your money back!"
"But I like the girl! I want to stay with her anyway!" His client insists.
"Choose another girl!" Larsson orders and pulls me tightly by my arm. We walk out of the room and then he closes the door again.
Chapter 6
"You have damaged me!"
~Larsson TIGER
The black Opal is moving at high speed and again I'm inside it, sitting beside Larsson TIGER. He remains silent from the time we got in his vehicle and I also remain in total silence.
His car finally stops in front of his mansion.
Larsson walks slowly down the hallway. I'm following him. Mrs. Olinda is not in the house, at least, this is what it seems to me.
He opens the door of a room and moves me into it. Then he walks behind me and closes the door again.
I recognize that room; it is the same room in which I had been staying at his home days ago. A wall of glass, clear curtains, a double bed with bedspreads and cushions in bright colors, frames, furniture and a miniature tiger, are all there.
I look down at the floor and I can see a shadow stopping in front of me. My eyes go up and I see his green eyes staring at me in silence, the same swimming pool eyes that fascinated me the first time on the roadside. At this moment a shudder runs through my body, even without his hands touching me. However, he is still staring at me and it requires a lot of stubbornness on my part, as my legs become numb and weak.
I do not know exactly what will happen to me within a few seconds, but I guess it is something wonderful and magical.
After all, I'm in front of the only pair of eyes that always make me tremble completely.
Larsson TIGER takes another step forward and his face is getting closer and closer to mine. My eyes, in honey tone, question him why I am there before him.
As if guessing my thoughts, his hands touch the edges of his black overcoat and he removes it from his body, while his lit eyes are connected to mine. His long coat goes down to the floor while he touches one side of my face and his hand goes down to my shoulder.
I shiver again.
"You have damaged me!" He finally murmurs with his hoarse voice. "I gave up earning $ 40,000.00 tonight!"
His lips travel along my neck.
"Where is my head?"
He wonders, ambiguously. His hands slowly open my white satin robe and remove it from my body. My dazzling nakedness muddles his vision while his eyes fix on my pair of breasts.
His head goes down to my chest and then his lips roam around the softness of my breasts. I close my eyes and hold on tightly to his hair, feeling the explicit movements of his tongue gently tracing the contours of my nipples.
Our breathing increases and his hands squeeze my ribs and also my uncovered rear. His hands turn me so that my back is to him and his right hand begins to wander to my groin. I get crazy feeling his touch beneath me, while his breath bathes my shoulder and the contour of my ear.
"You are so soft!" He sighs at my neck. "So warm!"
My hands squeeze his arms while I lay my head on his chest and smile with pleasure.
He finally walks me towards the bed, lays me on the white bedspread and his own body covers me and protects me.
His weight excites me even more.
His hand turns my face to the side, while he avoids kissing my lips during our act, as he gently moves his hips between my legs. I release a sweet, soft groan, as soon as I feel him slowly moving himself inside me.
Stealing my virginity as a mouse steals the cheese from a cat...
Chapter 7
"I want to have a record of your nudity in one of my works of art."
~Larsson TIGER
I sigh deeply and open my eyes after I have fallen asleep for a few hours. I look to my left and see the empty bed. Larsson is not there. So I lift my body onto my elbows and look to my right and see a wooden easel. There is a dark chair behind it. My face wrinkles before those unfamiliar objects before me.
"I was expecting you to wake up," a male voice says from inside the room.
I look to the sides, looking for the owner of that voice. Then I see Larsson standing in front of the glass wall. He looks appreciatively at my nude body on the clear sheets in bed. I try to pull the sheet to me and cover part of my body.
"Do not do it!" He exclaims and walks slowly towards me.
"I like to admire your nakedness.”
The brightness of his gaze almost blinds me and I blush at his brazen request. His fingers touch my neck and sli
de up and down the line of my spine. I feel a shiver and close my eyes slowly.
He sits down next to me, wearing just a black robe with a picture of a tiger on the back.
"I wish to paint you ..." He confesses and his fingers caress my face, “Naked ...”
I open my eyes as I am surprised by his sentence.
He wants to picture my nakedness.
Why?
For what?
I continue to be even more surprised at him when I realize he likes to paint on canvas.
"Why do you want to paint my naked body?" I ask him.
He smoothes my black hair and responds meekly,
"I want to have a record of your nudity in one of my works of art."
"Do you do oil painting?" I question looking into his eyes.
"Few people know this," he answers carefully.
"So all these oil paintings with tigers were painted by you?" I look at his face.
"Exactly," he responds staring into my eyes.
"I am extremely impressed!" I mutter admiring his aptitude.
He touches my body and tries to put me in a favorable position for his future artistic creation.
"What are you doing?" I question while his hands gently move my body on the bed.
"You're perfect like this!" He exclaims, looking at me lying on the white sheets. "Stay in this position and do not move at all!"
He rises from his bed and walks to the door. "I'm going to get one thing and come back soon!"
Then he goes through the door and disappears in the hallway without another word. I remain motionless as he commanded me.
Exactly ten minutes later, Larsson returns through the bedroom door, carrying in his arms a tiger cub.