How to hate a Ceo in 48 hours

- I regret to inform you that you have endometriosis. - said the doctor.

endometriosis. Okay, I've heard of it. But I never Googled the meaning.

- And... Is this serious? I asked worriedly.

- Endometriosis is when the endometrium, which is this mucosa... - He showed in the kind of toy he had containing a uterus and all its parts that he had on the table. – Which lines the inside of your uterus, grows in other regions of the body...

- Like this? I arched an eyebrow in panic.

- Calm down... I'll take all your doubts. Continuing: monthly the endometrium gets thicker so that an egg, after being fertilized, can implant in it. When there is no pregnancy, it flakes off and is expelled during menstruation. Endometriosis is when some of these cells are not expelled and fall into the ovaries or abdominal cavity, where they multiply and bleed again. So they can spread to other parts of the body, such as the intestine, bladder, peritoneum... – he was showing each organ that he spoke with the pen, in its plastic female prototype.

- What are the causes? - I was curious.

- The causes are not yet completely known. But two factors that are currently taken into account is that it may be genetic. Does your mother have?

- I don't know... My mother is already dead. Maybe I could have developed it, but I have no way of knowing. But my grandmother sure as hell not.

- Another hypothesis is that it is related to possible deficiencies of the immune system.

- So my intense cramps that seem to kill me are for this reason?

- Basically, yes.

- Do you feel pain during sexual intercourse?

- I... I haven't had sex in a while.

He looked at me, looking surprised.

- And... When you had sex... Did you feel pain?

- Sometimes ... But I can't take that into account. My partner was... How can I explain... – I tried to find the right words.

- Well, you don't have to explain it to me, Miss Novaes. So, was it in pain?

I nodded, sure he didn't want to hear my eight-year history with Jardel.

- You are young. This disease impacts pregnancy. That is, it is one of the causes that makes it more difficult for this to happen. But of course it can be reversed with proper treatment. As you haven't had sex for a while, as you told me, you shouldn't be interested in getting pregnant for now, am I right?

I nodded, again. My voice didn't come out and I tried to keep the thousand thoughts running through my head from driving me completely crazy, since I was dizzy.

Did I want to get pregnant? Honestly, I never thought about that. My life was focused on study, work and an ex - boyfriend who wasn't even worth wasting time thinking about him.

But at the same time, maybe I didn't want to have a child with Jardel. I was young... Okay, not so much. But I was hoping to meet someone else one day, I don't know exactly when. What if he didn't have kids either? So... Would we ever have a baby?

My maternal instinct today was zero. But maybe in the future it wouldn't. How would I know? For now, I didn't care if I got pregnant or not. I was sick...

- How long do I have to live? I heard myself asking, looking at nothing.

I heard the doctor laugh as he leaned back in his chair, wiping the tears that fell from his eyes.

- Doctor, are you laughing at me? – I asked bewildered.

- I'm sorry, Miss Novaes. But I really found your question funny. I thought you made me understand that there is treatment.

- So I'm not going to live with this forever, am I right?

- Although we didn't find out at the beginning of the disease, since you don't go to the gynecologist a... - He looked at the computer. - Four years?

- Yes ... But I can justify.

- He can?

- I... I was full of work. Making a specialization. Lot of study. And I still had a boyfriend... And he gave me a lot of headache, believe me.

- So... In 365 days a year, finding 30 minutes to visit the doctor and do the preventive was that difficult?

I sighed, leaning back in the chair.

- Sounds like a lie, but I forgot about myself for a while... Focusing on someone else.

- It should always focus on you too, Miss Novaes.

- I know, doctor. And believe me, everyone told me that.

- Well, I'm going to prescribe some medication to control the pain during the menstrual period and to prevent the progression of the disease. We will follow up regularly and we cannot rule out surgery to remove affected areas.

- I... I've never had surgery...

- Just a hypothesis... If you do the treatment the same way you go to your gynecologist, for example.

My eyes glazed in his direction. What a sarcastic and cruel gynecologist.

- A healthy diet and physical exercise help reduce symptoms, although they are not enough to solve the entire problem.

I took the prescription, the exams filed in a folder, along with all my agony and said goodbye to him.

As soon as I got off the elevator on the ground floor and saw daylight outside the building, I took out my cell phone:

- Google, tell me all about endometriosis.

I listened as I headed home, walking.

The appointment was late in the afternoon and it was still thirty minutes late. The day had been free, as my temp job ended last week.

So now I had to look for another job, because money didn't fall from the sky. And on top of that, I had this endometriosis that wasn't simple at all.

When Google finished talking, I got the impression that Dr. Gynecologist might have copied everything he told me from there. Or he explained it very well, because Mr Google didn't have any news beyond what I was told.

I arrived in front of my building and got tired just thinking about going up the stairs. The damn elevator spent more time broken than it worked. That's what it was like to live in an old building. They charged an absurd amount of condominium for a bad service provided.

The place where I lived was in the center of Noriah North, close to almost everything. Although the rent was high, it reduced transportation expenses. I share rent with two friends: Benício, who we called Ben, and Salma.

Salma was my friend since forever. We came together from the city where we lived to share the rent and study. I went to college and she went to be a dancer in a nightclub. He never even passed in front of the college.

Ben I met in college. And since I saw him the first time, I knew we would be best friends. A month later he moved in with us because it was closer to college.

The amazing thing is that we didn't take the same course and by coincidence, in the first subject we took, which was basic and involved almost all courses, we met and it was love at first sight.

I climbed the stairs, counting my steps, already wondering if it would be good for my endometriosis. Well, it was still a physical exercise. That's how poor was: he made the daily rush physical exercise. I dreamed of one day being able to live a different life, without having to count the cents to pay the bills at the end of the month. As well as being less unlucky with everything that happened in my life.

Because honestly, sometimes I thought that God put me on earth and said: "Let's see how much this Bárbara Novaes can handle. Hmm... I think I'll test the strength of the women in her". So I looked at him and gave him the middle finger and said:

- Is that all you have for me? Send more than I can bear.

And so He got mad at me and kept sending bad things... Until now. He even thought: "Where she lives, I'm going to end her peace." "Elevator, stop working". Then someone would come and fix it. "Elevator, stop again." God didn't give up when it came to me.

My deal with God is that I was forced to go to mass on Sundays with my grandmother. She always said it took faith to get things done. And even though I've been in God's house all this time, He hasn't been fair to me at all. Then one day I decided that I would no longer believe in Him . And I would no longer exercise my faith. I would look for what I needed alone.

What is certain is that every time life tried to bring me down, it would win a middle finger in return.

I opened the door and saw Ben and Salma sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a cliché movie, the kind we've watched 435 times and still cried at the end. Yes, we had a selection of films per list: "to cry", "to scream", "to laugh", "to pretend to see".

- Babi, come watch a movie with us. - Ben called, giving me space next to him.

I sat down and saw the scene from "A love to remember".

- You don't need this movie to cry. I said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. – Cry listening to what I discovered today at the gynecologist.

The two looked at me.

- Speak up, Baby. - Salma looked at me, curious.

- I have a disease called endometriosis.

- Babi, this is not so serious. And there's medicine. My mother has. Ben looked back at the TV.

- Ben, don't do this to me. Tell me all about it, please.

- After the movie is over, sweetheart. He pulled me close to his body.

Ben was the kind of person that being a friend was a privilege: caring, smart, and faithful. He was thin, had long hair, which he usually used for creative and original hairstyles. His eyes were clear and his skin was porcelain-like, which he shaved daily and used as much cream as he could manage throughout the day.

He was trained in fashion and worked at a magazine. Ben was a woman who was born by accident into a man's body. It was the one that God, when he went to put it in the body, ended up getting confused and putting it in the wrong one. And my friend to fight.

Although I'd been with Salma most of my life, Ben had my heart and was much wiser in advice.

Once the movie was over, Ben reassured me about the illness. Hearing him speak so calmly and simply did me good.

- Did you get a job? – Salma asked, while fetching water from the fridge, wearing only baggy panties and a torn white T-shirt, the ones that look like they came from the war.

- Nothing... Nothing. I grumbled , annoyed.

- It's only been a week, Babi. – Ben said. - You'll find something soon.

- I'm tired of temporary jobs. Besides being paid badly, I don't have any benefits. A year that I jump from branch to branch. - I complained .

- You don't have to be jobless. There's always a vacancy for a dancer in Babylon.

I arched an eyebrow and laughed:

- You still haven't given up on me, Salma?

- Of course. You would make a great dancer. Perfect body, beautiful... You would be hired on the spot, Babi.

- Without belittling your work, friend, but I didn't study for that. Besides, can you imagine me dancing in a glass box while everyone looks at me? - I started to laugh. – I pay not to be noticed.

- Not to mention the fact that if any man had fun with her, Babi would be able to rip his heart out with her bare hands. – Ben completed.

- I already said I'm not a call girl, guys. – Salma justified herself as she drank the water from her own bottle.

- I didn't mean that, Salma. – Ben justified himself.

- I want to know when you guys go there, to see what I really do.

- When we have money, fine. Ben rolled his eyes. "The down payment is almost half my salary as a celebrity fashion commentator, newcomer to a seedy magazine.

We started to laugh.

- In my case, I don't even have a salary. But honestly, I think they pay you very well, Salma. But of course the entrance is also very high. But yes, I want to visit that place one day. And see if the dancers really don't get involved with the regulars.

- I swear not, Babi.

- Even if it was... I have nothing to do with your life and your choices, friend.

- Your opinion matters. - Said Salma. "Just as you should have taken ours into account and not wasted eight years of your life.

- Do you really want to talk about Jardel?

- Yea. – the two said at the same time.

- I took into account your opinion, yes. – I replied.

- Swear, honey? Ben looked at me.

- If you had listened to us , you wouldn't have wasted eight years of your life involved with that rubbish. And still judge me. – Salma sat on the other couch, with her legs up, excited to start discussing the most ridiculous part of my life.

- I'm free of him and that's what matters. Now I only have one focus: Bon Jovi.

The two started to laugh.

- While you were with Jardel, was Bon Jovi the lover? Or the other way around? Ben narrowed his eyes, trying not to laugh.

- Anything. I shrugged my shoulders. "He was always the true love of my life.

- And my Axel Rose, Miss Alice in Wonderland. Ben hugged me. – Don't start making up this story of "I'm going to love someone impossible and be happier if I do".

- Ben is right, Babi. Two years have passed. You have to move on.

Yes, it had been two years since I got rid of Jardel, my ex - boyfriend. And it wasn't easy. I only got that when he died. And I can't say that "unfortunately" he passed away... Because I was the happiest person in the world when that happened.

But I couldn't move on after he left. And not out of love for him. I just started to be afraid to get involved again.

My relationship with Jardel was good only in the first year. He was beautiful, adventurous, full of dreams and showed me a world I didn't know. I threw myself into it and gave him all my heart. And there was no space left inside me for anything but him. Not even for myself.

I met him at the age of eighteen, shortly after my mother died. I was coming out of my teens and still wanting to get into a rebellious phase, even after I was past the time to do so.

His family was wonderful. The mother, the father, the brothers... They treated me as if I really belonged there, being part of a family, which I thought I never had, because it was just me, my mother and grandmother.

A while later, his father left; met another woman. The mother was devastated, not accepting the separation. Their lives turned upside down... Consequently, mine too. Jardel, who until then had only smoked joints to have fun and become happier, started using new drugs. He went through all of them and ended up in the crack. And I was there with him, by his side, the whole time. Because I loved him, because I thought I had this commitment, since he had cured me of the pain of losing my dear mother.

When the situation became untenable, he promised me he would stop. He went through several rehabilitation clinics. At the end? Nothing resolved. Promises were never kept, lying became part of our relationship constantly and sobriety was short-lived. In the end, I couldn't stand him with or without drugs.

Two years before he died, he started the betrayal part. I think he didn't even know what he was doing right anymore. And when I was at my breaking point and trying to end our relationship, it wasn't just the apologies he was trying to do. He started to stalk me, including causing me to miss some college classes and then promising jobs.

I no longer believed him. And I also didn't want to be betrayed anymore. The least I deserved was fidelity, since I'd held him back for so many years. There was no more sex... except when he forced me to. That was when he was able to maintain an erection.

Tired, scared, because he was already starting to be violent in some situations, I started to simply pretend that I was by his side, when in fact it was just my body and not my mind or my heart.

His family and I knew that if I left him, he would go crazy. And I wasn't ready to find out what his next step would be: to commit suicide, kill his mother, one of his brothers or me... Anyway, nobody knew.

From a promising, intelligent boy, adored by everyone, Jardel became a pauper, a beggar. Lost a job, lost friends, lost everything he had. In the end, only the family and me were left. They thought I never gave up on him. I knew that what I counted was my life. I mean, I was afraid.

But I knew that no evil would last forever. I was used to suffering. What is a drugged, crazy, violent boyfriend for a girl who lost her mother at sixteen, went to live with a grandmother she barely knew and never knew who her father was?

But I couldn't deny it. I supported it largely thanks to my friends Benício and Salma. At first they tried to help me, give me advice, get me into my head that I had to leave Jardel and live my life. Years later they gave up. They knew I wouldn't do that, as if carrying Jardel on my back was my destiny and goal in life.

My grandmother, Mandy, stayed by my side. She never gave advice... Just her shoulder to cry on. And he heard my screams for no reason and bad mood, without asking why. Because deep down, she knew.

I spent a short time living with my mother's mother, Mandy Novaes. My mother and I lived our whole lives. When she died in a car accident, I found myself completely alone. I ended up with my only living relative, my grandmother, who lived in the countryside. A gigantic place, but in no way reminiscent of the life I've always lived until that moment.

In these two years that I lived with her, I stayed away from Salma.

I met Jardel at a gas station while I was filling up with some friends. It was love at first sight. I invited him out. Soon we were together. I lost my virginity to him.

In the beginning both our relationship and sex were good. But I confess that I enjoyed myself more while I was masturbating, looking at the Bon Jovi poster, than when he penetrated me.

The luck of it all is that I always knew my life was shit. And I never thought Jardel would get me out of that situation, even though I liked him. Certain that my father was some idiot, that he got my mother pregnant and left, I was never deluded about men. Where's the luck in all this? The mere possibility of becoming pregnant with him scared me to death. So I never had sex without a condom, apart from the contraceptive, which I didn't forget a single day. The possibility of becoming pregnant with Jardel was zero.

Eight years of having sex with a man using a condom to keep from getting pregnant and best of all: not getting a venereal disease or anything else.

Why would I believe in God? I attended mass with the woman I thought was my grandmother since I was a child. When she died and left all her possessions to distant relatives except my mother, I knew I didn't have her blood. My mother worked at her house as a maid. The old woman treated me like family because we lived there and no one looked for her. Still, the bitch left everything in her will to her blood relatives and not to my mother, who took care of her until the end of her life.

From there, my mother rented a house for us. Those were the happiest years of our lives. She had a good job, I kept studying and getting good grades and I had my best friend Salma always with me. In fact, now we lived even closer to each other.

The two of us always agreed, since we were little, that one day we would live together in an apartment. Of course, the plan wasn't to rent and be on the fourth floor and the elevator to always be broken. We'd have perfect men, have drinks on the balcony watching the full moon while they serenade us. Ironically, we didn't even have a balcony.

Anyway, Mom died and I knew then that I had a grandmother. All this so as not to go to an institution for orphaned minors. I rebelled and made her life hell at first. But Mandy was strong. And she never let anything shake her. I soon learned that my mother left home at a young age because she was involved with an older man, and my grandfather was against the relationship. I don't know if my father was this man, or another... Or maybe a third or fourth. Mom never wanted to talk about him. All she said was that she was tricked and that he knew of my existence, but he never came after us.

Unfortunately my grandmother didn't know anything. And I'm not even sure why the two were so far apart and didn't speak to each other, even after my grandfather's death.

Mandy Novaes was financially better than my mother. Even with my later rebellious attacks, it paid off all my college tuition. And it helped with my first job, already at the North Noriah Center. I was fired because Jardel entered my work environment drugged and made an unfortunate scene.

After all, life was not easy for anyone. I didn't believe that people could exist without problems.

Little did I know that yes, it existed... And soon I would know. And that "I" would be someone's only problem. After all, we cannot predict the future. Because if that were the case, when I saw Jardel the first time, I would have disappeared right away.

Moving on I already followed. The thing is, I wasn't held back by Jardel or the loss. On the contrary; After I went to the funeral and returned home, I opened a bottle of sparkling wine and went with my friends to celebrate at Hazard. I drank until I couldn't take it anymore and was brought home almost in an alcoholic coma. I believe it was the best thing that happened in my life after my graduation.

And no, I wasn't a bad person. I was too good, after all, I was with Jardel for eight years. In other words, eight years thrown away. When he was gone, to me it was as if the lid of the dustbin had closed. And I free.

You must be wondering: where does Bon Jovi fit into this whole story? Well, he helped me all the way through my unconventional life. How did he do it? Just landing beautifully on a poster, which I would stick them on the walls, ceiling, t-shirts... When everything went wrong, it was his smile that consoled me. And the lyrics of failed love songs made me delirious. Not to mention the shows I watched on TV, which was like I was there with him, in the middle of the crowd, screaming until I lost my voice.

He brought back good memories... Of a happy life, of a girl who had no obligations and didn't even know what problems were. He reminded me of happiness... And my mother... The two of us, lying on my bed, laughing at nonsense... While the picture of him on the wall stared at us.

Everyone thought: it's just another fan, one of those fan-naticas . It started at eleven, so the idea was that it would pass. The problem is that I was 27... And it didn't pass. I even had a tattoo in his honor. And yes, it was the only one.

If you asked me today: what is your dream? I wouldn't think twice: meet Bon Jovi. And fuck his wife. I would kiss him on the mouth. And then kidnap him.

I looked at my friends and said:

- I don't want to talk about Jardel. I'm sick.

- Like this? We haven't even started. - Salma started to laugh.

- But I quit. A movie has already crossed my mind. And he managed to be on the "to cry", "to scream", "to laugh" lists... Except for "pretend to see".

- Ah, yes, enter this list, Babizinha. Ben looked at me. - You pretended not to see.

- I've always seen it, Ben... Everything.

- I know exactly what you need. Salma stood up, pulling me off the couch and out of Ben's arms.

- Cash, Bon Jovi and a one-way ticket to Dubai? I arched an eyebrow.

- No. You need to know Babylon.

I laughed:

- I don't even have money to pay the rent, friend. You guys will have to pay me this month.

- I'll put you inside.

- Through the window of the men's room? Ben stood up, clapping his hands together.

- By the entrance of employees, you fools.

- May I know why you didn't do this years ago, while I was begging for this moment? – Ben was confused and angry at the same time.

- Because it wasn't an urgent situation. Now is. – she justified.

- Like this? I'm going to die, is that it? Do you know something about endometriosis that I don't? I frowned, trying to keep calm as I stared into my red-haired friend's honey-green eyes.

- Fuck you guys. Enough of being sure. What do I gain by doing this? Fuck no. Besides, Mr. Casanova won't get any poorer if I put two non-payers inside his fancy nightclub.

Ben started jumping and clapping:

- Let's make up, girls!

- Can't that give you trouble? I asked.

- Of course yes. – she laughed. - And I don't care. You are my friends and you deserve it. You need to get rid of this fucking life you've been having, Babi.

- And Babylon will do that? - I laughed.

- Oh, friend, I can bet you do. No one who has less than six trailing zeros in the account enters that place.

Ben had already disappeared, gone to get ready.

I sighed and hugged her:

- Play Bon Jovi there?

She laughed:

- Friend, Bon Jovi only touches your little head. He's old and worn out. You shouldn't even remember the songs by heart.

- Salma, Bon Jovi is like wine... The older, the better.

- And what do you understand about wines, friend?

- Nothing ... But I understand Bon Jovi. - I started to laugh.

I wore a short, tight-fitting burgundy dress that left part of my breasts exposed, contrasting with my fair skin. The bare back highlighted my body. I combed my hair and let it down, with the wavy blond hair falling over my shoulders and halfway down my back. The lipstick matched the color of the dress. Nude eyeshadow to contrast my blue eyes. And an extremely tall shoe to make up for my short height. A gold bag with nothing inside but my photo ID and a cell phone. Money, which is good, I didn't have.

Yes, I was prepared to meet the most expensive and talked about nightclub in the country... And also the place where my best friend worked.

And so it was there, that night, that it all began. The beginning of my life... Really.

The dream of anyone in Noriah North would perhaps be to enter Babylon without going through the line, presenting a VIP card. It was almost like having a celebrity pass. But it was not our case, as we would enter through the service door.

The Babilônia nightclub was simply gigantic, taking up an entire block. Parking was downstairs, underground. But only those who had the VIP certificate had the right to park there.

With elite patrons, since admission was almost the price of a kidney on the black market, the place had women of all types "hunting" for comfort with the bank account of a rich man. And, on the other hand, men who were looking for beautiful, hot and famous women.

We lived close by and our best friend worked there and we had never set foot inside.

Salma had worked there for many years. But my friend was very correct and never considered giving us free passes, not even through the entrance where today she had decided to go against everything she had told us for years.

My curiosity was piqued. I knew that Salma was a dancer. And of course, from what she told me and from photos in the media, I more or less imagined how things worked there. But I always dreamed of seeing it all live and making sure that the women who danced didn't do shows afterwards, as my friend claimed not to happen.

Salma and I were very good friends. But I believe that if she went out with someone for money, she would never tell me.

We entered through a small door at the back. There was a lot of movement in and out: arrival of goods, especially drinks, as well as people coming in and out, I think from security guards, bartenders , dancers etc. The place employed hundreds of people.

We entered without even being noticed. We passed through a narrow, well-lit hallway with dark walls, and Salma swiped her magnetic card, unlocking the big door in front of us.

There the turmoil was even greater. People everywhere, shrill screams and various smells mixed together.

- I'm going to the dressing room. – she explained. "And you're going to go straight down this hallway. - pointed . - Go down the stairs and at the end there is a door. She handed over the card. – Pass the electronic lock and you'll be at the club.

Ben quickly took the card from her excitedly:

- And you took years to bring us here... - He rolled his eyes. "Your life is going to be hell after this, you bitch. I come every weekend.

- Hey, it was just that easy because today is Friday. And you were lucky that the owner of the whole fucking thing is here. Hence all this madness. Otherwise, it's security everywhere. Now they are focused on protecting Mr. Casanova. – she explained. "Because except for him, nothing else matters.

- That piece of bad way. Ben smiled, clapping his hands.

- Piece of everything... Mainly meat... When I look at it it reminds me of steak. - Salma sighed.

- Hmm, little hearts coming out of your eyes. He's beautiful. – Ben continued.

- It already has an owner... In fact, not just one.

- I already hate it. - I said sincerely.

The two started to laugh.

- Do you hate Hector Casanova? Ben laughed amusedly. – He's just perfect.

"A traitorous bastard, from what our friend just said," I shrugged. - Bigamy is a crime. And betrayal is the worst thing a human being can do.

- Do you know Heitor Casanova so well, Babi? - Ben mocked.

- Of course I do... From where she knows Bon Jovi. "Salma has destroyed the rest of my dignity.

- Okay, two against one is not enough. - I went out while taking the card from Ben's hands, who showed it without remembering that we were intruders in that place, almost criminals.

I went along the corridor, against the flow of people coming the other way, being followed by Benício, wanting to take the card from my hand as if it were worth gold.

- You know Bon Jovi has been here, don't you? I remembered Benicio.

- Yes... In 1980? – he provoked me. – I think Heitor Casanova wasn't even born yet. So Babylon didn't exist, honey.

I went downstairs and looked at him before swiping the card at the door:

- It's been eight years, Ben. He didn't come to play...

- He came to see Babilônia with his band, on a weekend that he played in Noriah Norte. He rolled his eyes . "You've said it a thousand times. Open the fucking door of joy, Babi or I'm going to freak out and send your Bon Jovi to the fucker.

I arranged the black hat on his head, which was slightly askew:

- I will step where one day my idol set foot. I took a deep breath.

- I just want to see Heitor Casanova, honey. The rest is rest. Being able to say that one day I breathed the same air as that hottie.

I swiped the card and the door swung open, leaving us directly beside one of the bars.

I tried to open it again, from the inside, but it wouldn't open:

- There's only one way ticket, honey. He took my hands .

- It's in God's hands.

- And this time he will, my friend.

The bright, colorful lights that roamed outside were also inside. The glazed boxes were located at various points in the place, at the top. One of the bars was almost the size of the entire Hazard, our favorite little bar , which was a block from our apartment. The other bar, a little smaller, faced the other side of the dance floor.

In addition to all the drinks, there were artisanal draft beer in different flavors, made by the Babilônia brand itself.

The dance floor was huge and had a not-too-large stage at one end. The DJ was at the top, on a kind of suspended stage, made of glass. It was all absolutely technological and breathtaking.

Darkness was offset by colored light. The techno rhythm took over the place.

Above, narrow cabins, which could only be accessed by the elite of the elite, with more than ten security guards along the access stairs. From there, the dancers could be seen from the front, without having to look up and perhaps cause a stiff neck in the neck, as if they were on the bottom.

- Gone, friend. Ben pulled me onto the floor.

- I need to drink. I shouted to be heard.

- Go there... I'll wait for you here, Babi.

He started dancing alone. I went to the bar and spent more than ten minutes thinking about which beer I would try. I ended up getting a chocolate one with pepper. I was curious about flavors.

I drank the cold and tasty liquid. The taste was as wonderful as it was exotic. I could take ten more of those. Mild, but you could smell the alcohol. Certainly for keen palates. I was poor, but the kind of person with a refined palate, rich.

The cup was emptied in a short time. And when I realized, I was getting another one. The choice this time was cherry. Damn, who ever had the privilege of drinking cherry beer ? I.

I couldn't drink any more, or I'd end up with my friend Salma's card. It would certainly be deducted from her salary later. Although I don't think she would mind if I tried a ... Mint beer .

- You'll get drunk this way. – the bartender handed me the third glass, laughing.

- I don't think so... It seems to be low in alcohol. – I shouted to be heard, not realizing that the same person handed me the glasses.

All the bartenders and bargirls wore black pants, with a matching vest, dress and white shirts underneath. Clothing was embroidered with the name of the place.

- I'll give you half an hour and you'll be dancing naked on the floor. – he assured.

I started to laugh:

- Thanks for the tip. I'll take it into account.

- When you're naked on the track? - laughed.

I nodded, downing the last glass, which already made me dizzy a little.

I went to find my friend, who was still dancing alone in the crowd. And it wasn't hard to find a thin young man, not very tall, with a red plaid blazer, bright blue pants and black military boots and a beautiful hat on his head. His long honey-colored hair, braided, moved as he danced to the music.

I hugged him from behind. He turned around and we started jumping, glued to each other.

- This is just perfect, Babi.

- As far as the drinks... I drank chocolate beer with pepper... Do you have any idea?

He kissed my lips:

- It doesn't taste like hot chocolate.

- Because the last one was mint. - I started to laugh. - Feel. I kissed him again, letting him taste it on my tongue.

- It's sweetened. He narrowed his eyes , grimacing.

- You need to prove it, Ben.

- There at the bar or on your lips, Babi? He laughed sarcastically.

- At the bar, you fool.

He took a while to come back. I kept dancing. The songs were nice and the atmosphere perfect. Soon Ben came back and we started dancing sensually, like we did at home for fun. In a short time, some people gathered around us, curious about our dance.

I never imagined that our choreography of those who had nothing to do on weekends at night would be so successful. And when I saw it, my friend was surprised by a man of almost two meters, pure muscles , who kissed him without asking permission.

Geez, he would destroy my Ben. She was at least a foot taller than him. And if his dick was proportionate to his height... Ben was literally fucked.

Before long my friend disappeared into the crowd. Artificial smoke filled the place and the dancers entered the transparent boxes, cheered by the maddened public. A new song has started. The lights were in different colors and very clear reflectors were fixed on each of them, which began to dance according to the rhythm.

They wore sort of narrow white cloths that covered part of their bodies, completely shimmering in gold. As if they were full of tape. Did it have a name? If it had, it was certainly leftover fabric or something. I recognized my friend Salma, dancing beautifully on the side.

They danced for about five minutes and the audience never stopped screaming and applauding. They really were perfect, both in the choreography and in the clothes.

Suddenly, complete darkness. Sirens, like police sirens and flashing red lights were present. It was all like that, around five minutes.

Then the lights came on, completely illuminating the place. And a stage came down from above, with three poles for pole dancing. Three simply wonderful women, with the same clothes, shiny and glued to the body, took their places and started a show that I've never seen anything like it.

As they followed the rhythm of the music, dancing beautifully and in sync , one of the boxes received a man, wearing only a pair of skintight black pants, showing his muscles tensed as he danced.

The shouting was general. And honestly, I didn't know where to look. The man was perfect, but the women's show did not disappoint.

The middle one caught my attention. In addition to seeming to know more than the others and showing that she was absolutely skilled at what she did, she had a lot of confidence. She was tall, thin, and had long, artificial-looking blond hair tied in a ponytail on top of her head.

Soon the song ended and they were gone, leaving the audience completely crazy. A while later and the other girls returned to their transparent boxes, including my friend Salma.

It was all very fast and exciting. But my head soon began to spin and my bladder was asking to be emptied immediately.

I walked out of there, the excess lights dazzling my eyes. There were so many people... Everyone beat me, unintentionally. I saw the lighted sign indicating the toilets in the distance and staggered a little.

I stopped, unsure if I could make it there. Well, the bartender told me I'd be completely drunk.

I looked ahead and saw a sign: "PRIVATE – NO ENTRY". Was it a dream? Or she was so drunk she was seeing things. An exclusive toilet for whoever had that magic card? That place was perfect. Even peeing in peace the elite could.

Turns out as soon as the door opened and closed automatically, I realized it wasn't a bathroom. It was a narrow fucking staircase that had no end.

I tried to open the door, which was locked. Why was there no way to swipe the card from the inside? Where was the box where the magic card was placed?

I quickly climbed the stairs. If I couldn't find a toilet I would pee on my clothes.

Why didn't a sign saying "private" have a toilet? What madness. You couldn't even hear the music from there... As if it were soundproof.

The bottom of the stairs led to a T-shaped hallway. And I could have chosen either way to go, because they were both absolutely the same. I went right. Because on the left, just me and my life.

At the end, another corridor. Was this a fucking maze? I didn't have a living soul to help me.

What if I got lost there? Wasn't it just a nightclub? Why so many corridors and doors with cards?

I heard some sounds and followed there. I stopped immediately when I saw a man leaning against the wall, with his pants down, while a woman, on her knees, was sucking him madly... And it was... The blonde in the middle of the pole dance. He was even wearing the same clothes. What the fuck!

The sounds were his moans. She was almost naked and he had his eyes closed. I tried to get out unnoticed ... But I couldn't.

- What the fuck are you doing here? he asked, unable to tuck his cock into his pants when she pulled her mouth away, standing up.

I stared at the woman, completely bewildered. And his erect cock... Fuck, fuck, a thousand fucking times!

- Sorry... I... - I tried to justify the unjustifiable.

- Answer my question. – he was emphatic and rude.

The man had green eyes and well-groomed hair. The beard was neat. Dark hair, fair skin. So tall he was maybe a foot taller than me.

"Could... keep... Your..." I pointed to his penis.

He quickly pulled on his pants, bewildered.

- Answer now. Lost your tongue? the blonde asked.

- I just got into the wrong place. – I justified it.

- You work here? - he asked.

- No... It doesn't work. So... Do you have a card like? – she looked at me.

- I... I don't have a card. I hid my hand behind my back, squeezing Salma's card hard.

If anyone found out what she did, I knew she would be in trouble. And if my best friend lost her job for my foolishness I would never forgive myself. She could barely get me a job, let alone help her find one.

- What part did you not hear? I want to know why you're here. Didn't read the PRIVATE port? Are you illiterate?

- I read... Private... You... Disqualified asshole. I'm not illiterate... I just wanted to go to the bathroom...