My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 12

Ally was very present at that time. Suffice it to say that, in addition to my mother, she had been the most present woman in my life.

I walked to the bar, diverting myself from waiters and guests, all very well dressed. Why? I didn't knew. They all ate and drank as much as they could, while laughing at bad jokes and bad-mouthing other people's lives.

Semi-nude women on unnecessarily small bikinis danced near the pool. Some were swimming, although the night wasn't very hot. I imagine that they weren't invited, but hired.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey. Suddenly, I was hugged from behind.

—"Hello, Ms. Lauren Jauregui."

The woman said, in a flirtatious tone.

It was obvious that she knew about my condition, everyone knew.

I even hear out somewhere, that I'm the most eligible intersexual woman in Los Angeles. Wealthy, good looking, and on the top of that, I have a "special" toy, that was anything but small.

—"Hello, mysterious woman."

—"Gloria Fusaro, very pleased to meet you."

If it weren't for her emphasis on "very" and the "I want you between my legs" look in her eyes, I'd say she was just trying to bring up a topic.

But this woman was straightforward.

—"Don't you know that it's a waste that a "special" woman like you is here, all alone?"

—"How do you know that I'm alone?"—I retorted, sipping from my whiskey.

—"If you weren't, your partner would be clinging to your neck to make sure that no one comes near you."

—"Just like you're already doing?"—I said mockingly.

She give me a smile.

That woman, Gloria or Gretel—I didn't remember very well—had a wide and beautiful smile. She had bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin with a phenomenal body. She wore a very fair blue dress that outlined all the glorious curves that God had given her.

We talked for some time, and as time went by, I was forgetting why I was in that clownery. My several shots of whiskey helped, and Greta joined me too, drinking margaritas.

Her conversation wasn't very interesting, but nothing in this place was. Fortunately all the alcohol in my system took that thought out of my head, and after some time the woman was acting shamelessly.

—"This place is so boring...How about we go to a more private place?"—She said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

She was light, and after so many provocations from her voluptuous body, I was slightly aroused.

-"Private place?"—I said—"Here? I don't think there is such a possibility."

—"Then I think we can find another place. You know, far from here."

She winked at me, licking in a rather promiscuous way the rim of her glass.

—"Give me a second."—I answered, as I went to find Ally.

She was drinking mineral water while chatting with a guy a lot younger than her. I called out to her and she quickly came over to me.

—"Where have you been?"—She asked.

—"At the bar. Listen, I need to go."

Ally sighed.

—"How many whiskies have you had?"