My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 8

In the middle of the crowd, a charming woman stood out, with beautifully messy black hair. She was leaning against the bar, drinking a dose of something, looking away from me. She seemed to think of many things at the same time, none of them pleasant.

I couldn't explain why, but I found myself admiring that woman, I stopped for a
moment at the staircase.

I was dazzled, not only for her obvious beauty, but for her entire ensemble: Her profile, her charm, the strength that her presence exerted in this place.

I was sure that all the people in here were aware of her presence. I thought about the fact that I hadn't seen her in what it felt to me, a long time.

And seeing her at that moment, a few feet away from me, gave me a sudden joy that I could even smile.

I didn't want to admit it, but the fact was, I was ecstatic to see her. Because that woman was somehow, for some reason, more important than everyone else in this place, even though she only saw me as another girl from The Hills.

I looked around and saw several men alone. Some were already looking at me with interest.

I didn't think twice.

I made my way down the last few steps, going straight to Lauren as fast as I could, without attracting much attention. I reach to the bar, but she was still deep in thought.

I touch her shoulder, shyly. She turned to me and then she look at me as if she were analyzing me.

She analyzed every little detail of me, causing to extend the silence between us. That woman, the only person who seemed to care a bit, was in front of me, watching me silently, with an expression of displeasure and confusion on her face.

The only person whom had treated me a bit well during all these years.

Please choose me.

I was pleading on my mind, as if my thoughts could persuade her.

I need someone gentle...Please.

The silence began to bother me, so I said:

-"I'm available..."

I took a step forward and could feel her perfume. A perfume that I didn't smell since two days ago. A perfume that now, I could notice, I had missed.

She continued to look at me, she was looking at my neck a lot. She probably was distracted by some personal problem, but I wanted her to notice me. Wanted her to speak with me.

I wanted her to choose me.

-"I don't have a client right now. I'm free, in case you want to stay with me."—I repeated, in case she didn't hear me.

Please...Choose me, please...

Finally she spoke:

-"Camila, are you afraid that someone in this room will choose you?"

I was. I needed her to choose me before someone else did. But that wasn't the only reason that made me go to Lauren and offer myself  as I was doing it.

Something was drawing me to her. A feeling of protection...

Maybe she didn't want to stay with me. Maybe she was already with someone, just waiting to come up and have fun. Maybe she was already entertained. I looked at her again, and noticed some men looking at me. I didn't want to stay with those men. I didn't want to be with anyone...

-"I thought you wanted...Are you on your way out?"

-"Not, I arrived fifteen minutes ago. I was waiting for you, since you were occupied."