AM WHORE (VII): foregone conclusion
suddenly came one of those days that draw a line that marks a before and after in someone’s life. After a month than Rafa, I was quoting Peter followed at the cemetery, as always, to go on his bike through the narrow path leading to the little hiding among the trees of the forest, as always well. In one of those quotes I was supposed that I would show photos that took me fucking with Rafa, but before we were fucking a while. I’d felt strange, because that day was not so imperative and authoritarian like the other times . we met was among abstracted and worried, so I gave it a gatillazo I’d reproached, saying that since I was so at least make me enjoy like other times, but he just told me. ” is I have to say" ;. something I did not know what to imagine, or rather do not want to imagine the idea that had just passed fleetingly through my head. ” Do you have something to do with the pictures ” I asked him.He nodded, and I got hot, waiting for the worst possible news, fear became reality when he said ” My girlfriend’s been found" ;. I dropped the world over. I could not believe what my ears were hearing. His girlfriend had discovered the photos that came out fucking with him, Venancio and Rafa respectively. I already figured that revenge would show everyone those photos to discredit both him by bastard like me, for … bitch.
It was a matter of days all the people found out the issue of the photos. The ex-girlfriend and Peter took care of spreading the pictures or give them to someone who could spread as fast as possible. In a week I went from being known as a cheerful and nice girl (with some suspicion, of course) to be appointed and look askance worldwide my step. I became with honors in piggy village, with all that that entailed. My parents went bad, as you can imagine, because of the reputation that I picked all the people had to fend off the bad reviews of the rest of the family, except for some more liberal and lenient cousins, others They pointed to fashion disown and judge from his position as conservative and puritanical (ie, repressed and bitter). And my people was (and is) very ‘derechonas’, and vergü enzas each is the calla why the’ what people say. ” What the will not hear the priest in the confessional !? ?! And what will not hear the doll’s mouth cross cure itself !? I’m sure that if I had stolen 100 million pesetas would not have been exposed to such a judgment.
Quickly I assumed that this was no longer going back, so then I unwrapped my new role of slut. Rather than as a punishment, I took it as a liberation, because now he could do whatever I want, that my reputation would not worsen. If promiscuity gave me a bad name, perhaps because it was not worth worrying about having it. Besides fashion about me it did not last long, like almost all the gossip, so that in the end everyone got used to my new ‘status’. I ended up joining with a crew made up of girls from different villages around the mine, where of course everyone had already heard of my ‘story’.
In that group of girls I do reserve plus because we were all pretty ‘loose’ and watched us leave with the worst sort of the whole region, whose ilk among people I passed from hand to hand and cock cock. we went to nightclubs and sprang to invite us to drinks (and they were not cups) in exchange for a few magreos that usually ended with sex in the toilets (although more than once with the buzz that had ended up being fucked in half track, surrounded by a lot of people ‘flying’ in their own world). I stopped worrying about keeping up appearances in my clothes, and already 18 and I developed a body almost could be seen on the street dressed like a real bitch. I cut me not to provoke men of all ages, young and old, single and married, and I did not care the place: a bar, a tobacconist, the doctor’s waiting room, in the middle of the street or on the door church, I did not care. I loved unnerve those who had criticized my back … they them nervous and angry.
The biggest losers were Peter and Venancio. Venancio because he ran out fuck free, and Pedro (especially him) that happened to have a girlfriend and a whore at his mercy, to end up with nothing. The few times we passed on the street, I looked at him and he dared not look up from the floor. We must see what things can change in a couple of months. The only thing that changed was what Rafa, who kept giving his share of pussy from time to time … ah! And my love of reading LOL
In those 18 years I was when I started to dedicate myself to mine in a more professional way, getting hot little money, but have to wait to write the following story to see how it was. Kisses!
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