CHAPTER 1: [Misfortune mishap with luck, and so the rabbit escape, but not for so long…]

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you ] 

EL CASA CUATRO

Dimly lit luminesce. The cheers of glee audibly roared coming from the sea of men present to watched the silhouette behind closed doors. An array of light, distinct hue and coloured panels ruptured the satisfaction the moment that the music became much slower. Beat awoken bestial pleasure. The primal whistled channel their disgusting drools.

With dangling earrings, and her bareness that had never actually matter as it was set in display for prying eyes. Looks she’s been used to. Earned pleasure, and unending passion. Only an evident how Adam failed to evoke the calls of temptation.

She’s Eve, prior to hunger and thirst of the counterpart sex. Footsteps that awoke bedridden ecstasy they craved and seek, yet failed. All throughout, around Mexico, each men knew where to find the satisfaction they’ve been longing for. Desires after desires. Thread of patient, but all could do is to look, and praised every footfalls left behind by the woman slowly emerging from the curtains. Eve.

That’s her name for this night. 

“Fuck! I want her.” One men prior haven’t had any shame to hide how much it frustrate him. 

He’s not alone. 

Who wouldn’t want Eve?

The movement of her lips, plump and reddish in colour promised so many unimaginable things a man could ask for. Voluptuous hips, and thighs that fulfils every fantasy. The cravings behind buttoned mount that were hidden, yet course through to meddle and mark her.

Everybody on this room all wanted her. The confinement, which only gave her an upper hand and how much she could piled up those men to commit and utterly offer every wantons she have in mind. Needles to say, Eve knew her power.

A woman who can outstretched, and dwelled them with her body, and the expression that yearns for a mere touch. She’s no fool at those eye. For the previous years, she’s been acquainted with those looks. The innocence that has been taken had forcibly stole the naivety she no longer have and loathe. 

‘Bastards’ Her mind spat out. If only she don’t need this job, she wouldn’t be up there, and be an offering for those assholes. Those scums that greatly disgust her. 

From the corner of the room, Chicago, the owner of the El Casa watched Eve on the stage. His eyes never betrayed him, but the admiration is more on the money and bills he could earn after this night. His stare bore towards the glass of martini. 

“Excelente!” He emptied the glass. 

“You really had a good eye across women, Chicago.” Antonio, his companion simply praise him. This made him felt glad, but Chicago had never show him ahead of himself. He may be boastful, but daren’t to say that he wouldn’t want to spoil the night. 

“It’s just a luck, Antonio.” He chuckled. 

“Nonsense!” Antonio counterfeit, and raise his glass. “But needles to say, cheers for future endeavours, and successful business, Mi Amigo!”

“Cheers!”

“She’s not even good.” One of the women glared at Eve. “She only have the body, and I’m sure there’s a big ugly ogre behind that mask.”

“Chill out, Nathalie.” Her drunkard companion, who’s completely abstain by alcohol giggles. “Don’t be jealous of her! We’re here to party, and forget about everything!”

“Whatever.” And the latter only rolled her eyes. 

In spite of the loud music that rings on each side of her ears, Eve was well aware of the envious that came on loose ends.

Prior that it wasn’t exclusive only for men, but for both sexes. It doesn’t bother her at some point. To worry about her being is what she’s trying to figure out and not just some highschool bimbos who’s been dumped by their boyfriend. Whining there and then.

What a headache, and a relief for getting rid of them, but misfortune for whoever would be unlucky enough and caught their eye. 

Eve slowly circled the pole, and the platform has been owned by her. She was bare, only clad in a mask the hid whoever was behind the beauty on that stage. She lowered her upper body, earning a series of awww from the men. Her teasing drove them mad.

Insanely probe as she herself boldly spread her thighs followed by how she quickly sandwiched the pole between hind legs, and do the routine she’s been used to. With passionate move take her composure, and slowly touch her body as she dance.

Her hips sway sensually. The carnal pleasure is audible. Mad eye from women, yet gratification from arouse men she could see scrambling from their feet. 

“Fuck it!” Somebody screamed above the music. 

Eve chuckles. She really knows her way out. 

“That’s my girl.” Chicago proudly claimed. 

For the finale, Eve lunged herself to the pole, and put forth her great efforts to evoke authority. Taken leverage as for instance the stage were showered by bills tossed from the crowds.

Money rain after the others. So forth, when the music is slowly coming to its end. Eve with her index finger place between her lips shushed the crowds, followed by a brief kiss that even appear so tempting. Everything she does that were admire, and crave for. 

“Later, boys.” She licked her lips. 

“Wait!” One man tried to reached out joined by the others, but it is futile. Long before a large heavy curtain rolled down the platform, and completely hid Eve in suppress of many failures to interfere. 

Her work is done for tonight. 

Enrobe, her expression changed.

The coldness stirred, motionless orbs earn appraisal, and drape coat to repel her bareness, although it doesn’t matter anymore. Would she still be ashamed of, when in her line of work she’s paid for the nudity she could boldly carry on? 

“You really rock, girl!” Belaud, the women commended. 

Eve only could smile, and left trail to gather her belongings.

On that room, there are 20 of them, but the number doesn’t end there. There are countless of women, and she’s no fool not to assumed that a few were underage or much younger than her. It oppress her morals, but what could she do? No help would be given, when she could not even help her own self.

She doesn’t know their story, and it was unlikely for her to stick her noses onto something she is not supposed to get involved. 

“Leaving already?” Beatrice, the old woman who’s working for Chicago to seek for girls appeared. “But not without your earnings, honey.”

She handed her a bag bulging from all of the money tossed over earlier.

Eve did not speak. No words were exchanged in between as she received what she works for. Not being acquainted with anybody on that room would mean a good thing. As far as she know of, attachment only leads to betrayal, and pain; distress and loathsome sufferings she wouldn’t want to. It would only bottled up, and ruined her solace. 

As she leave, Beatrice could only watch her silhouette slowly disappearing from her eyesight. 

“Still the same stubbornness, honey.” She chuckled so forth changing to her usual demeanour upon facing majority of the women. “Now as for the rest, chop chop! Work are still calling, ladies!”

Outside, the clouds hover.

Enormous grey and black coloured encompassing the vast sky. There are no stars that night, only leaving the moon to guide Eve on her path.

Her route rooted towards the same highway she’s been used to. The distinction on the identity as her clothing weren’t the same as the Eve who were fierce and full of rigor.

For instance, it has been replaced by an innocent-looking woman. Clad in a casual dress that reached her knees, and sleeves to cover up her arms. It was tightly buttoned until her neck, and a pair of rubber shoes that befittingly suit her eyeglasses. No one would vent out who is she, no more evidence of the stage, and a hint of what kind of job she had gotten herself into.

Eve called a taxi.

“Buenas noches, señora.” The bearded driver greeted her after she took her seat within the cab. “Where to, señora?”

“Home.” Eve leans her back. “On Belize Puerte, señor.”

@cycy