Luckily, Abril had in her possession the mobile phone that Erika had lent her, as she did not have the money to buy a new one and the one she had had to sell it to pay for her sister's medication, as they did not have medical coverage.
When she entered the bathroom, she let her whole body receive the cold of the mosaic to calm her emotions. This stranger managed to upset her in a way that she couldn't do with anyone else. In her head, she projected again what she had experienced before. She couldn't stop her skin from crawling just remembering how he looked at her, how his black eyes penetrated her body, those eyes that stared at her breasts with total brazenness, and how his expressionless face somehow turned her on. She immediately erased those ideas from her mind. She had a boyfriend, and she loved him very much.
"Erika, I need to ask you a favour" he spoke quickly.
"Hey, best friend, how are you, okay? Thank you. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, how about you, what's up?" April rolled her eyes at the way he answered her. Erika couldn't handle her temper.
"Some asshole spilled wine on my dress, which I have a mess. "Suddenly, Erika burst out laughing. April was annoyed. What's so funny?
"Tell me the truth, did you play sexy, and it came out wrong?"
Abril had a habit of "playing rich" whenever I took her to visit places like that, which were frequented by upper middle class people, and she was lower middle. Lower than middle.
"Please, I'm not in the mood for jokes. Mauro's waiting for me in the lounge, and I'm here, with my breasts all full of wine."
Evidently, every comment made things muddier.
"Tell him to dry them with his tongue."
Both Cathy and Erika burst into almost unhinged laughter.
"I'm not in the mood for silly jokes! Please, can you get me a fancy dress?" she asked annoyed.
"Dale." From behind the line, a malevolent chuckle was heard.
April anticipated what she would do.
"Don't even think about it!"
As she was trying on the dresses, and before choosing the one she was wearing, she tried on a dark bine red one with an all bare back, down to where the curve of her buttocks began, a V-neckline that tied at the neck, but which, unlike the previous one, left the outline of her breasts well in view, and a slit up one of her sides that went from mid-thigh to the end. The dress was beautiful, and for a place like that it wasn't bad, but she was embarrassed to show so much. Yes, she loved her curves, but she loved showing off for Mauro even more.
"See you in a bit, my love."
April shouted at him to let him know that this was not the dress she was going to wear, but to no avail, because she would do whatever she wanted.
Santino would never have imagined meeting that woman in that place, as it really was a very expensive place, and to tell the truth, she didn't look like a high society woman, so it didn't even cross his mind why she was there. As for him, he occasionally felt like going to such places for dinner, and he did it alone. The waitresses would fight to serve him and always, or most of the time, they would forget something, so he would end up going to the counter himself to ask for it. That day, something had happened with the wine glass; it turned out that it was dirty. He took it back to return it and to complain to the staff, but on the way he ran into a woman, never imagining that it would be the same woman who had scratched his car. The entire contents of his cup poured over her breasts, and he couldn't help but look at them and wish he had his hands squeezing them or his teeth biting those hard nipples that stood out through the thin fabric. His hands were trying to wipe the liquid from them. He wanted to get his hands in there. They were the perfect size for his palms. He despaired of ever being able to possess them. However, nothing compared to the moment she bit his lips. It was withering in his head. For an instant his hands trembled, and he fought against his own instinct, but there was little he could do.
If it was for him, he would take her as his own, but he only wanted to see her repeat the action.
As usual, his temper got the better of him.
From one moment to the next, he saw certain movements in the bathroom. He thought for a second if that girl who passed by with a bag came to his aid. If so, he was dying of curiosity to know what she would say to him and how she would fix the dress, because, to be honest, she ruined it for him.
"Why did you bring me this, Erika!" she shrieked angrily as she looked at herself in the mirror. If I move around too much, my boobs leak!" she blurted out, on the verge of tears, frustrated, before the amused eyes of her best friend.
"Better, so you turn him on." She winked. Don't be bitter, it looks gorgeous on you. Bring out that bitch in you, "she tried to convince her in vain. Well, April, you have that dress as your only option or that one all wet. The choice is yours.
She had no choice but to wear that one.
When she appeared in the great hall, all eyes, especially the men's, went to her body, which made her very uncomfortable, but the one look that intimidated her more than any other, even more than her boyfriend's, was that man's. Why did she have to ask for a reservation in front of her table among all the places available? Could it be such a coincidence?
When Santino saw her coming out of the bathroom in that dress that left nothing to the imagination, he felt short of breath and the desire to touch her all overconsumed him. When their gazes met, she rolled her eyes, and he didn't make any grimace, he just stared at her so much that his whole body was on fire. He couldn't stop imagining the thousand and one sexual poses they could experience together and the way he could bring her to ecstasy without even touching her, because all of her was desire at its peak.
"What happened?" she noticed the change of dress.
"Some asshole threw a glass of wine on me." This she said in a loud tone, so Santino could hear her, but he just kept eating and drinking without taking his eyes off her.
"Do you want to tell me who this is about?"
Mauro could be shy, but every time some misguided person said or did something out of line to his girlfriend, he defended her tooth and nail.
"No, love, he's already left the restaurant" he lied. Something about that man caught her attention. She couldn't admit there was anything wrong with him having those eyes as black as night on her body.
"Anyway, that dress looks better on you" she whispered and winked mischievously at him.
"I know. Can't wait to rip it off with my teeth," she continued her playfulness.
"If you keep talking to me like that, I won't be responsible for what I can do to you in front of everyone.
They had that kind of flirting, but the reality was that it was just that, because Mauro wasn't the kind of man who disrespected her in front of everyone or did what he promised, but he did like to flatter her, flatter her body, and why not, express how much he wanted her. Of course, when he had the courage to do so.
"Love, I have to go to the bathroom before we leave. I'm not looking forward to being alone, the two of us," he whispered in her ear. She shuddered at the very thought of herself between the sheets.
"Don't be long."
He left her alone.
At that moment, she stood up and walked the few steps that separated her table from Santino's. That look of his was already starting to bother her.
"You want a picture or what?"
He'd seen her head towards him with a defiant attitude and knew she wouldn't say anything nice to him. Her question set his morbid imagination flying.
Of course, he wanted a picture, but not dressed up, not standing in front of him feeling like a powerful woman, eating the world with her mere presence, no, he wanted her at his feet, naked, with a leather strap around her neck and offering herself for him.
"Are you mute or what? Answer me." He put down his glass and, looking her up and down, took the napkin and wiped the leftover wine from his lips and then rested his gaze on her eyes." Stop looking at me like that.
"Like what?" he questioned seriously.
She didn't know if this was a man whose cold, haughty demeanour she used to seduce or a degenerate who went through life bullying women.
"So..." She felt modesty, so she didn't tell him that his gaze felt like he was penetrating every intimate area of her body. Like she was ready for him and all those dirty things he probably had wandering around in his mind. But how could she tell him that?
"As if I wanted to fulfil with your body the most morbid fantasies roaming in my mind?" he asked her very calmly.
She almost choked on her own saliva. She trembled from the sudden desire that had been born in her lower belly.
"You're a degenerate pig," she blurted out, unable to hide the groan that accompanied the last word.
He raised an eyebrow and smiled sideways, a gesture that melted her completely.
"And you come to me with practically bare breasts. Do you expect me not to look at them?" she gasped. How could he say such things to her? The man had no shame.
"And as for the photo, the truth is I don't think you'll give it to me the way I'd like to see it" he said looking her up and down with desire.
She didn't say anything else to him because she understood that indeed his words had great sexual connotations, and although anyone in her place would report him for harassment, a part of her felt aroused by the way he was looking at her and the explicit way he was talking to her.
"But let me tell you, what you need is someone to educate you, to teach you obedience, because your behavior is not worthy of a woman; you look like a wild animal" he added.
She looked at him and frowned, who does this man think he is?
"And you have to be less of an idiot..." she spat angrily.
She couldn't continue because he immediately interrupted her.
"You see? You need discipline." he said smiling mischievously. She watched him and turned around. Just as she was about to leave, he said one last thing to her that made the stability of her legs almost fail her.
"By the way, that cleavage suits you much better" concluded Santino excitedly.
She didn't answer anymore, as she returned to her seat before Mauro came back. She didn't want any kind of discussion to arise.