Chapter 3 Don Valente

"Juliano can stand me anymore is that it?" I looked at Brenda sitting in the first chair at my left side at the table, I faced her serious and cold, it's two years of marriage at her side, fulfilling what was agreed upon between our families, I warned her that I could strive to be a husband, but love, that never existed in me, there may be for the foolish, the vulnerable, those platitudes to me don't make the slightest difference.

"What is missing for you?" He asked as he lowered his head, wiped his lips with the cloth napkin, the coppery orange strands standing out in the brightness of the light,he stared at the plate again moments later when I lifted his chin to look at me. "I asked a question, are you missing something?" He sighed slowly, indigning me with his excellent etiquette.

"Forgive me I am nervous, hysterical, for two years we have been trying, today once again I took the test after six days late..." I got up from the table letting her speak alone, she is trying, I am not in search of anything, I don't want to have children so that they will have the same end as mine, be forced to marry a stranger, live with them as if it were something normal, there is no way to kill people, set fire to houses, destroy homes and families to come home smiling, calling someone love.

I control myself as much as possible not to hurt her during sex, when I want to hit her, jam her, hit her, grab her like the libertine animal that I am. "Where are you going?" She asked tapping her heels on the marble coming up behind me, I turned around looking her up and down, there are few differences from Brenda to my mother except for age, I don't see anything else, it's the same behavior, clothes, jewelry, manner, corrective surgeries.

"To a brothel, do you wish to come with me?" She retracted her gaze at me, her cheeks reddened as if there was still the slightest blush. Married two years, we've had all kinds of sex, no violence, no aggression, what she would be ashamed of. "Juli...Juliano?" she retorted unhappily, this is how I feel at home in front of her presence. "Shall I wait for you?" The question came out in a normal tone, without bitterness, knowing that her only interest is to give society a son.

I sighed deeply denying it, wanting her not to feel obligated to me in anything, but I know she will be as if she had not asked, I left the house to the nightclub indicated, the initial intention, was only to attend a show, see the woman who both say is spectacular, I arrived at the place looking around, analyzing that it is of low quality.

It is these people who are easier to buy, I sat in a chair and waited for the moment of his appearance, when the lord of the place appeared beside me like some kind of rat, sneaking around corners like a thief, a bandit hiding. " Don Valente pardon me for making you wait, but our star will not be able to perform today ... she ... she ..."

I continued with my eyes to the dance floor, waiting as he announced a second performance, I looked at him quickly making him lower his head without any condition to continue, I fixed my suit to get up and never return to that farm bodega, when I looked at the stage I saw a young woman, shrunk, stopped there standing in a corner, the blonde hair stood out.

But the stones maybe green not so much in the dark of the place, some women entered I don't know if due to the clash of bodies, it was what made her come forward, near the light turned on in the middle of the stage, the booing of some idiots started, I believe the same as me, dissatisfied by the sudden change.

The music started to play, I couldn't tell if she's haltered or embarrassed, until she had a chair, one of the men maybe mistaking the show for a sex act, slapped her small buttock on the smooth thin fabric, her way of looking quickly to the side, was what instigated me, few steps, and movements on the chair, which made me wonder if this is the replacement for the main star, I didn't want to see the rest.

So shy, quiet, shrinking, fear as she spread her legs, perhaps too innocent even, it faded in her gaze when she turned away from the hand that tried to reach her breast, what she could call a show was over, she stood on the dark stage collecting the money bills one by one, the dancers over there seem more capable of taking over.

She exited the stage slender, head down, stepping through the curtain, maybe it was just her manner, or an act, my eagerness to know what it was about made me get up from my seat, leaving the glass of whiskey half gone. "What did you think?" The man in the black beret, mustache and a certain goatee came over to ask me.

He was not even one percent of the woman I was told I would see, bold, uninhibited, fearless, provocative, I thought as I appraised him, but my desire to know his manner up close was greater. "I want to meet her" I saw him smile miraculously, and for an instant a vague regret in his gaze. "Don't you want to come back here the day after tomorrow?

The flash of regret in his gaze, gave me away that he doesn't want me to meet her. I continued walking, as I watched him retreat in front of me, walking backwards, like a filthy rat staring at me. "Rosemary is performing Friday, I'm sure you'll forget about this you saw in a moment"

Bunny seems to have protection, what would she be of him? I examined him as I walked around talking randomly until we reached the back of the place. The women around there looked at me, in the current state of arousal, any one would do, I've been dealing with a reckless sex with Brenda for days now, watching the women run for cover anywhere.

The door of a tiny place forced open by the man who didn't even knock on the wood before opening it. " Please wait I..." I looked at the woman who just walked off the stage, her blonde hair groomed, her makeup still on her face, with her transparent clothes hinting that she would be naked without stones.

What caught my attention most was her demure manner as she immediately covered her body, her green eyes lost from me to him, swallowing dryly. "I'll take my clothes off in a moment, don't worry, I won't rip or..."

She started shyly, as if she could hide more than she was already hiding behind her arms, her small breasts, her flat belly, with no plastic surgery marks,the clear fear in her gaze going from me to the man beside me, quite innocent, her small mouth, but with beautiful lips quite marked with a wine lipstick to highlight.

"Donna, this is Don Valente..." He began to speak, causing him as much discomfort as he did me. "Leave us alone" I spoke looking at the pure looking girl, unpromising naivety, and it was just as he listened to me that he looked at me, he didn't seem to know who I am, the indifferent look in mine, when everyone else always looks at the floor, with submission and obedience, for being who I am.

When he left closing the door afterwards, the woman looked at me from bottom to top. "Did you come to complain about the show?" she asked looking away from mine, staring at the door, my eyes went to her mouth, I wanted to explore it immediately. "Is that the best you've done so far?" She smiled slowly, letting the tears come to her eyes, she finally discovered her breasts. "No, I've never done the main show, I'm as they say around here the party finisher"

She slid her finger across her eye, never mind smudging her makeup, when she saw that she dirtied her finger black she pulled away going to the mirror. "Don't worry, you won't have to see such a hideous thing anymore, the main star will soon be better, and after this fiasco, Mister Tommaso will never...

I got lost in the reserved way, his soft, quiet voice without touches, without control, his slim, delicate body, while just talking without stopping, from the tone of his blond hair, his small, fleshy mouth, the way of who doesn't know who I am, his green eyes fixed on me, talking without wanting me to see the back of his body. "...will put a soul if you will in Rosemary's place, ah speaking of her, you can come see her maybe next week, she is a great dancer, perfect, the best we have in the house."

"I don't want to see her at least not now" I replied catching any and all of her movements, she will accept to be my submissive, if she accepts that kind of work for a few bucks whatever, I spoke as I approached, reaching out my hand to touch her face, when she deflected losing her laughter. " What are you doing?" He looked at my hand in confusion, " How much do you want to spend the night with..."

But he didn't let me say, just feeling his hand hit me with a slap, not painful, the small hand, that made me hold it against my skin, they haven't touched me in years. "Respect me, what do you think I am a slut?" His whole delicate manner faded away like the stage in moments.

My blood heated from interest to punishment, it was out of my complete control that I pushed her against the yellow light stand, a few jars, makeup on it, my hand already wrapped around her neck, seeing her green eyes on me. "Do you really think you can buy anyone? Who do you think you are?" he growled against me, as he sat down on the countertop, nervously, trying to get loose, assaulting me with his small hands.

Seeing her eyes of a peaceful green, so quickly ignited by anger was worse, even more so when she imposed her breasts on my chest pushing me away. " Let me go, what are you going to do kill me?" She asked angrily looking at me, until she started coughing, her skin soft, my fingers undoing the makeup on her skin, she moistened her lips looking directly at me. "I'll pay a thousand dollars for one night, no complaints" I let go of her making the offer, as she looked at me disgusted.

"Disgusting, idiot, I'm a dancer, not a prostitute" To me the first one wasn't at all, the second one I don't know. "Take it or leave it..." I appreciated the quickness and agility of his hand as he hit me with the second sharp slap, but I was not as conceding as the first time, when I returned the slap in the same direction, feeling a hand left on his small face. "What? You hit me?" I pulled my card from my pocket in the midst of his elation, tossed it on the furniture going to the door.

"Coward, how dare you?" I didn't turn around as I listened, watching her growl with a hand to her face. "You should calculate the consequences, before your actions, bunny girl" I left the place seeing the man standing running from the door, surely he had overheard part of the conversation, if the noise of the whorehouse allowed. "Don't worry, our Rosemary will be here the day after tomorrow." He came chasing me to the exit.

I got into the car without saying a word, I returned home seeing my wife kneeling on the floor, the holy rosary in her hand glistening near her face, I took off the suit listening to her murmurs at the foot of the bed, I lay down watching her in her plain white satin and lace nightgown, I didn't wait for her to come to bed, I fell asleep in it.

A week went by waiting for a call, missing her answer, I returned to the bar, sat down on the same seat, catching a show half way through, the woman quite naked on stage, wearing some yellow stones on her body, her hair loose, letting men touch her, touch her without shame, beautiful but daring, loud, when she bends down she asks for a slap on her buttocks with transparent fabric.

Her full, full breasts, quite large, until she reached the top of the stage looking at me, disarranging the dancers as she stepped back, she finished the show by running her hand along her body looking at me dubbing the singer's voice, she received applause, while others took the opportunity to touch her, She received applause, while others took the opportunity to touch her, pester her, as she knelt shamelessly collecting the many ballots thrown on the floor, a beautiful woman indeed, minutes passed when the man once again in a beret, ridiculous plaid blouse along with her, wearing a very tight black dress came up to me.

"We had no glitches today, our star is fine and is home" The woman came in front of me with her eyes shining, looking at me from quite a distance. "Rosemary Garcia" I watched her until the next number was announced, the woman from the other day came on stage, in a dress neither tight, but also neither short nor long brown.

Her hair was caught in a ponytail, her makeup was soft, not overdone, and she moved through the space with subtlety, without indecency, although the men around didn't understand or she was in the wrong place. "Do you hear me?" ignored the woman looking at the stage, when it was over, she thanked me there were only two notes on the floor.