(Renata Pellegrini)
I wake up and go straight to the bathroom, I turn on the shower and let the water run through my body, the memory of that man so close to me makes my heart race once again, it’s impossible to organize my thoughts when it comes to that Italian, my mind and my belly are a mess, a silly smile escapes my lips
Renata, stop, for fuck’s sake!
It’s silly to keep thinking about him, a man like Filippo Valentini certainly has women in droves at his feet, where he can even draw lots to see who will have the turn to sit on his…. Ah, he’s not for my bico, and I don’t even want to.
I finish bathing and get ready, I gather my hair in a bun and go again for work without a drop of maquiagem, necessary to arrange time to buy these things and better clothes.
The point of the bus is not very far, according to the porter it is only two blocks here. After two minutes of walking I arrive at the point, and almost that in the same instant the bus passes.
Forty minutes later I get off in front of the company, the other employees look me up and down, all arriving either from the car, or the motorcycle, or then from the cab, I must be the only one to jump from a bus to work in this company.
“Do you have your make-up in the bag?,” I am startled by Amanda, who sneaks up behind me.
“Good morning to you too.”
“Good morning, so why aren’t you wearing makeup? Veronica is going to be a beast when she sees you.
“I don’t have any make-up on,” I speak, looking at the entrance and observing how everyone is dressed elegant, everyone except me.
“What kind of woman doesn’t have any makeup at home?!”
“The woman who doesn’t even have money to eat,” I tell her quietly, but she listens and keeps quiet.
“Come on, I’ll fix this,” she takes my arm and drags me among the people, who look at us with disdain.
We enter the company and without wishing anyone a good day we go into the locker room, put on our uniforms and Amanda comes excitedly in my direction, holding a pink mini bag in her hand.
“What are you going to do?,” I ask without understanding her animation.
“Our skin tones are very different,” she says, this is true, her skin looks like milk so white, while I am more tanned, “But I already have a good idea of what to do with your face.”
She makes me sit on the pouf and smiles mischievously at me, I do nothing to stop her. After a few minutes, I look at myself in the mirror and I almost don’t recognize myself, Amanda didn’t pass the foundation and nothing to cover my skin, but the make-up she did on my eyes, pink blush and pink lipstick too, made me very presentable.
“Now yes, you are at the level of those who work here, I really am amazing,” she says proud of her work on me.
“Yes,” I agree without being able to hold back a smile, I have never looked as beautiful as I do now, “Thank you so much, I don’t even know how to thank you.”
“But I know,” she speaks smiling in a suspicious manner, suddenly I feel a bad feeling, “I want you to go with me to a party tonight.”
“It’s not going to roll,” I say quickly.
“Why not, you still live with your parents, can’t you come home late?”
I sigh sadly, I wish I could still live with my parents, I miss them so much…
“I just don’t have any clothes to go,” it’s not a lame excuse, I really don’t.
“This is no problem, I brought it for us, look,” she points to a huge bag in her closet, “There are three dresses in there and I already know which one will fit you perfectly.”
“Tomorrow we have to go to work…”
“Tomorrow is Sunday, honey, we don’t have to work on Sundays.”
Oh yes, I forgot I started work on a Friday.
“Come on, please, I know you don’t know anything here, it would be nice to distract your mind a little, and don’t worry, I’ll take you back home, or I’ll pay you for the cab, please come with me,” she clasps her hands together and makes a pidão puppy face.
“Ah! All right! But I want to be home before midnight,” I give up and she smiles happily. I take a last look at myself in the mirror, “Let’s get started with our work.”
I confess, I was looking at the front door all the time and I felt my heart beating every time the door moved. But no one was Filippo, and I hate to admit how frustrated I was that I hadn’t seen him all day.
“Come, let’s get ready,” Amanda pulls me towards the locker room, “I’m going to take that virgin girl look off you.”
“How?,” I ask confused.
“Today the men are going to drool on us,” she says, going to the bag without stopping smiling, “Come on, put this on,” she hands me a black dress.
I think it will be too short, I am taller than Amanda, but her ass is bigger than mine, maybe this dress will look ugly on me.
“He is tight on me, that’s why I brought it for you,” she says as if she has read my thoughts.
“Before you put it on, comes over here.”
She starts to redo the makeup on my face, I feel that now there is more makeup than in the morning. I get up from the pouf, but Amanda stops me from going to the mirror.
“First is going to change your clothes,” she orders.
I do as she says. I was right! This dress is too short! It’s only five fingers below my butt, my breasts look like they’re going to pop out of the neckline of the dress, this dress makes me look like I have more curves than normal. I look at Amanda and even she is amazed at what she sees. Feeling uncomfortable, I pull down the hem of my dress in a failed attempt to hide a little more skin.
“None of that! You look beautiful!,” she pats my hand and smooths the dress back down, “I knew it would look perfect on you. Now you can look at yourself.”
I walk over to the mirror and it’s as if Renata Pellegrini, the nerdy, ugly, antisocial girl, has died and a beautiful, charming, hot woman has taken her place.
“My God”,” I whisper in surprise, still not believing it’s me in front of the mirror.
Amanda is dressed in a matter of minutes and looks beautiful in a tight blood red dress. Leaving all her curves evident.
“Let’s go,” she says and grabs my arm, pulling me towards the exit of the company.
I smile, I find Amanda’s pink car cute, we head to one of the hottest clubs in town. How do I know? Amanda told me and handed me one of the club’s VIP wristbands. She must be very rich, or knows someone very rich. Whatever, I never asked her personal questions.
At least today I’ll get Filippo Valentini out of my thoughts.
After ten minutes, we showed our bracelets and entered the club, the loud music almost made me turn around. The people were so close to each other that it should have been considered an act of indecency, the women’s clothing managed to be even more provocative than Amanda’s.
“How do you manage to frequent these places?,” I ask out loud so she can hear me.
“Believe it or not, clubs are the perfect place to forget about problems and meet top people.”
I cross my arms.
“I highly doubt it, there are couples almost having sex on the wall, more than I can count, people here certainly get into more trouble than they forget.”
She lets out a smile as she wraps her arm around my neck.
Amanda leads me to the dance floor and begins to dance, I shake my head. I’ve never danced in public, or in private either, I feel like a fish out of water.
“let’s go! Stop being so boring! I know what can cheer you up. I’m sure a colorful drink will loosen you up, you will stay smiling for nothing,” she says dragging me towards the bar.
After the first glass, I have no idea how many more I’ll have later. I walk through the club crowded, dodging the many sweaty and hysterical bodies dancing to the music: Alive by DJ Alok. I hold a clear glass containing a red liquid, sweet, but very strong, I have no idea of the name, I left Amanda flirting with the bartender and I only stop walking when I reach the center of the club.
More sensual music starts to play, I let myself be enveloped by the rhythm and me move, my body vibrates and my heart races as I run my hands over my breasts and pull my hair to the side, moving my ass feeling daring for the first. I feel large hands around my waist.
The drink has already taken over my brain, I’ve rejected every guy who has approached me since the moment I arrived, but those big hands make me bristle under my clothes. I start to dance more boldly and rub myself a lot with whoever’s muscular body, I feel his bulk poke my ass and I smile mischievously.
What is going on with me? I’ve never acted like this in my life and I don’t even know what I’m doing. But I confess I’m loving this feeling.
The big fingers increase the intensity of the pressure on my waist and before I am aware, a stranger’s hot mouth is glued to mine.