Fatale Woman

Chapter 1

The tigress

Fabiola

I get out of the car surrounded by six men: my close guard, They are tall, beautiful, and as fatal as death. I love walking like this, among themselves, so that people wonder who I am:

The daughter of a president? Businesswoman ? The president of a country? the heiress to a large fortune?

Who am I ?

I'm sure you're asking yourself this question too. But don't worry, I'll enlighten you.

My name is Fabiola dos Santos

I am the godfather of the Brazilian mafia. I got this place back when my parents died.

Yes, my parents died in a plane crash, caused by one of our enemies. I don't know yet which mafia family did it, but I will do everything I can to find out who killed my parents.

I arrived in Australia to conclude a very juicy contract.

I privatized two floors of a five-star hotel for my safety.

My guards take the time to inspect the hotel from top to bottom. To ensure that none of our enemies

have hidden a bomb, or even make sure that no one is hidden in one of the rooms.

After the inspection, we go up to my suite. The suite has three rooms, one of which I will occupy, the other two will be occupied by two guards, the other four will act as watchmen and they will replace each other whenever necessary.

My date at a strip club. The appointment is for eight p.m. I'm lounging in my bath, thinking about this contract.

I call my first colleague

- Jorgi, you can send scouts to the meeting site.

- Good Boss.

I grew up with Jorgi, he is a year older than me, his father was mine's right-hand man, but his father died protecting mine when we were fifteen. My father raised us together as brothers and sisters. We followed the same training, there was no favor for women.

I was treated like a man, because I had to take over. I was raised as a real man, no room for feelings, no room for regrets, it's kill or be killed.

I get out of the bathtub and dress like a femme fatale, because where the best men have failed, I "the femme fatale" succeed. I have the power in my hands, with a single look the most hardened of men throws himself at my feet,

With a smile, the most faithful of men becomes an infidel. With a look in my cleavage the fiercest of men purrs like a puppy.

I am the tigress who when she roars

makes the bravest of men tremble. My beauty is such that I am in love with myself.

I make and break presidents, as they say, information is power.

And I love having power.

Chapter 2

Fabiola

I make and break presidents, as they say, information is power.

And I love having power.

I love the feeling I inspire in them: they are all at my feet satisfying my slightest desire before I even ask for it.

I finish getting dressed, and ask that the route we are going to take be

checked. Ten minutes later, we hit the road, security is at maximum.

The club full, we move to the back, following a well-defined plan. to meet us in the basement.

I'm waiting for the almighty Don of Australia, and since it's our first meeting, he doesn't want to take any risks. The same goes for me.

He receives me on his territory for the wholesale purchase of opal stone from Australia which is a sedimentary stone, and for this reason is a stable precious opal, compared to volcanic opals. Australian noble opal is also harder than opals from other countries. Australian opal stone is rare, rarer than diamond, it is found in Coober Pedy which is a troglodyte mining town in the heart of the Outback, located 840 km north of Adelaide and 800 km from Ayers Rock , which produces 80% of the world's opals.

It is not as prone to cracking as volcanic opals from Mexico or Ethiopia (Wello opal) for example.

•For this reason, it does not need to be moistened regularly or kept in water.

• You just need to take care of it like any other precious stone or valuable jewelry, avoiding dropping it or knocking it.

• And unlike opal stones from Mexico or Ethiopia, precious opal from Australia does not need to be treated to stabilize it.

• The vast majority of opals from these 2 other countries are treated to stabilize them; which is rarely reported by resellers.

• Precious opal can be transparent or opaque.

• The precious (or noble) opal stone from Australia is a rare stone (rarer than the diamond) and no one is identical to another.

Which makes this precious stone the most expensive in the world.

The best known but also the most expensive Opals are Black Opals. These are truly sumptuous and collectors are snapping them up. The most beautiful specimens from Australia can have prices that exceed €20,000.

So I need this market, I want to be the exclusive reseller of this precious stone in the world.

The godfather, Australian, is Isaac Wilson, better known by the nickname "the Devil".

Chapter 2

Fabiola

So I need this market, I want to be the exclusive reseller of this precious stone in the world.

The godfather, Australian, is Isaac Wilson, better known by the nickname "the Devil".

I find him sitting in an armchair and behind him are several armed men. I stop in the middle of the room waiting to be searched, although looking at myself, where can I hide a weapon?

After the search of my men and myself, I sit down in front of him, he is imposing and very handsome.

- Welcome to my home.

- Thank you for welcoming us, Can I see the goods?

- You seem to be in a hurry?

- I don't beat around the bush in general. I'm direct and that's why

that I always go straight to the point.

I'm here to see the stones, I didn't come all this way to talk about the rain and the good weather.

So where is the merchandise?

He asks someone to bring the suitcases.

The two suitcases arrive, he opens them, and I call my gem specialist. The specialist sits down and inspects the stones one by one.

After an hour of inspection, we discuss the price of these, after that

we agree on the next deliveries.

When everything was concluded, I made the transfer

silver . Then he invites me to drink at the club.

I ask Jorgi to take the precious stones to go home. I will be there tomorrow.

In the club, we are well settled, after a few drinks, "el Diablo" asks to leave.

I stay to drink a little, with my guards

I see a man leaning on the bar.

Fucking mess, but what a God of beauty. He is irresistible, I give him a little wave, he lifts his glass.

Then he walks towards me, my guards keep him at a distance. I asked them to let him pass, which they did.

He comes and sits next to me, he has an effect on me, damn he's magnificent, I'm going to devour this one tonight.

After several drinks we leave for my hotel, as soon as the room door closes, we throw ourselves on each other, we devour each other like starving people.

He kisses me from head to toe, I am like a guitar that resonates to his touch, I vibrate like a cell phone under the assaults of his tongue. I cum several times under his fingers and his tongue.

When he finally makes me his, I believe that I must have died and been reborn, this sensation that brings light into my darkness. I am obsessed by this tornado of emotion which overwhelms me, invades me and destroys everything in its path.

Who are you to make me upset like this? I am lost in the twists and turns of sensations. It was the most magical night of my life, I will never forget it.

The next morning he had left, when and where? I can't say, but my bed was empty. Usually it's me who kicks them out. But today, he is the one who left, without a word, a note.

Where did you go ? Why didn't you stay and thrill me one last time?

I board my Jet leaving for my country, with a heavy heart.

To God, beautiful stranger, I hurt because I won't see you again.

Chapter 3 :

Beautiful stranger

Fabiola

I board my Jet leaving for my country, with a heavy heart.

To God, beautiful stranger, I hurt because I won't see you again.

I am back home, in my country Brazil. I live in the capital of Brazil which is Brasilia, I will tell you a little about the history of Brasilia:

In 1960, this city located about a thousand kilometers west of the Atlantic coast had 120,000 inhabitants. When the decision to establish the capital there was taken in the mid-1950s, Brasilia was an uninhabited plateau, located at an altitude of 1,000 meters and isolated within Brazilian territory. President Juscelino Kubitschek's plan to transfer the seat of state from Rio de Janeiro, an overpopulated city, to this location is seen as a manifestation of the government's desire to "rebalance the regions among themselves and to promote landlocked regions." . The construction of the new capital was the subject of significant planning, to which the town planner Lucio Costa and the architect Oscar Niemeyer, to whom we owe the main buildings, contributed. Large-scale works are undertaken and spread over several years, such as the construction of roads facilitating access to Brasilia. Many services and personnel still had to be moved in April 1960, at the time of the inauguration. At the end of the 20th century, Brasilia will have around 1.5 million inhabitants.

1763 to 1956, the capital of Brazil is Rio de Janeiro. In this immense country (8.516 million km²), the population and wealth are mainly concentrated on the Atlantic coast. By moving the capital to the center of the country, President Juscelino Kubitschek (1902-1976) wanted to rebalance the country's economic activity. He indeed claims a proactive policy which he summarizes with the slogan "50 years of progress in 5 years".

The bet is partly fulfilled. When Brasilia was inaugurated on April 21, 1960, it had around 100,000 inhabitants. Today, although it is not yet as attractive as the megacities of the coast (Salvador, Rio de Janeiro, Saõ Paulo), Brasilia has 2.5 million inhabitants, compared to more than 6 million for Rio de Janeiro. and 12 for Saõ Paulo.

A city for everyone?

Driven, throughout his life, by a deep commitment to equality between men, Oscar Niemeyer hoped that Brasilia could become the universal city, open to all, where tolerance and fraternity reigned. But events proved him wrong from the inauguration of Brasilia. "The enchantment ended suddenly. The candangos returned to their miserable region; those who remained had no choice but to crowd into shanty towns outside the city , even though they had built it," says Oscar Niemeyer in an interview.

The Brasilia site mobilized up to 60,000 workers, the majority of whom came from the north and more precisely from the poorest state in the country: Minas Gerais. Even if the city found its population, the ideal dreamed of by Oscar Niemeyer, Lucio Costa and President Kubitschek did not materialize: the workers and their families did not have the means to settle in the city that 'they had built and remained in their poor barracks located inoutside the city. These informal sectors gave birth to the satellite towns that still exist around Brasilia.

This is the story about the creation of Brasilia.