EROTIC book. ADULTS. Chapters 1/2/3/4.

Hello! I present the first four chapters of a short story that I have written in ten chapters. Based on a real event that occurred in Spain and Colombia in 2012. I hope you enjoy it. Each week one more chapter.

FOREWORD

"THE CONFIDENTIALE" NEWSPAPER

The National Police arrested last Thursday in Barcelona the spanish director of porn movies Miguel Hernáinz, accused of prostitution and recording of Colombian minors in films that he later sold through several of his Internet pages, with which he obtained important economic benefits. The young women were deceived, since it is believed that Hernainz told them that it was an audition and it seems that it provided them with false documentation so that they could pass for women of legal age.

Sources of the investigation have informed that the prisoner had the minors recording pornographic films, with different male actors, from 8 a.m until 7 p.m, every day, for 700 $.

The investigation began at the end of 2008 when the Technological Research Brigade (BIT), in collaboration with the National Police of Colombia and Interpol, detected a network that was dedicated to prostitute adolescents in the American country. The complaint came from the rector of an institute in Medellín after several students warned that a companion, aged 16, appeared starring in a pornographic video.

CHAPTER 1: IN COLOMBIA

The city of Medellín (Colombia) was perceived as a gray and lackluster landscape through Javier's window. The lights of the city were lit welcoming the moon. While looking at the motorways laden with cars, his mother wandered around the floor with a sweeping brush in her hand. Javier's face showed an astonishing satisfaction due to his promotion as rector in the institute where he works, and when his mother had finished sweeping; He said goodbye to her, put on his pajamas and sat down at the computer.

After a vague scrutiny he chose Spanish pornographic videos. He chose a website called "miguelhernáinz": hard sex in exchange for between 10 and 75 euros a download, where adolescent-looking actresses proliferated. Because he was on a night of celebration, Javier did not skimp on indulging and opted for the most expensive download.

A candid girl dressed as a schoolgirl in the manga style, was sitting with her back to the camera in front of a teacher. While the actor slowly unbuttoned his shirt, Javier imitated his gestures, and thought that chance had given him a gift for finding a video in which his fantasies were so well reflected. The teacher shook a wooden ruler with one hand and with the other slowly stripped the young woman. << You have been a student bad, I have to punish you, "he said, and pushed the student on a table whose buttocks were insinuated by a Scottish skirt. The professor loosened his belt and lashed the buttocks of the young woman with the ruler, whose gasps were enough to corroborate that it was a Colombian woman; and this was, without doubt, the fact that most fueled Javier's heated desire to masturbate.

For six minutes the girl's face had been practically imperceptible; only his back, his buttocks, his sex and his mouth. The penetration accelerated, the panting increased, and Javier felt the way to the climax was approaching, until the semen spread throughout his hand. Once he regained his breath, he took his pajama shirt and wiped his fogged glasses to learn about the outcome of the movie. The Colombian woman sat up, buttoned her shirt and turned towards the camera, heading for a door. Javier recognized her immediately, was a student of 16 years of his high school. At that moment, Javier believed that fate was moving the first pieces in the pre-departures of his new position, and, he had the certainty, that to denounce such events would be the culmination of his career.

CHAPTER 2: IN BARCELONA

Three years later, in a Barcelona apartment, Susana was drying the window with a cooking rag soaked by steam from a boiling pot. His face reflected in the glass revealed the image of a 30-year-old woman, beautiful and happy. He turned up the volume on the speakers and abandoned himself completely in a reggae dance. While she was taking off her apron and letting go of her brown hair, she wiggled sensuously to where Miguel was (postponed in an armchair in the living room with his eyes lost in thought), lifting her dress and moving it to the rhythm of the music.

Miguel, a 38-year-old man, dark and thin, sat her on his legs and kissed her passionately.

Michelle, was three years old, and when he noticed the affectionate scene starring his parents, he ran into their arms and joined an image that seemed to be taken from a story. But the family harmony was interrupted when the doorbell began to ring. The police arrested Miguel accused of inducement to prostitution, corruption of minors and falsification of public documents.

Michelle clung to his father's waist and Susana remained motionless in shock; whoever crossed his mind the The possibility that they were being teased, but in the end, prevailed in her, the idea that this situation was part of a grim reality that had only just begun.

Miguel calmed his son by telling him that nothing was happening, that papa would soon be home. But when looking at his partner, his world was destabilized, when he saw that Susana's gaze did not convey the absolute conviction that he was innocent.

CHAPTER 3: DEPARTURE LETTER

That same night, Susana had just put her son to bed when he went out to the terrace of his house; as he approached the railing, he felt as if it were disappearing, leading to a high precipice. At times he lost consciousness while struggling not to faint and throw himself headlong into the void, but the image of Michelle in his thought prevented him, he was horrified by the idea that his son could be left completely alone. He had the sensation of returning to the past remembering, the same feeling of discouragement, for the third time in his life.
The first was when his parents died in a car accident. Susana was 18 years old and homelessness became her only company. Dorian, a boy with whom he had been dating for three months, established himself as his protector. Dorian was 25 years old and worked as an intern in the most important criminal lawyers office in Granada. An extremely attractive and pragmatic man in whose world there was no place for the uncertain. Six months after her parents' funeral, Susana nodded at her repeated request for marriage.
The second was when she abandoned her husband seven years after they were married. Leaving you a farewell letter:
<< What is the truth ?: your truth or mine ?, your reputation or my freedom ?, your good image facing the gallery stained with shit that drowns you from the pit of your stomach to the throat, or My desire to live?….
Two parallel realities under the same roof: water and oil in the same glass container.
It is impossible Dorian; as much as I want to understand you, no matter how hard I try to fall in love with you again ... I can not anymore because I suffocate by your side. Your standards are already covered by the lining. Your egocentricity, dressed in Hugo's black suit, is no longer attractive and morbid.
Everything is a lie, and I, rag doll in your hands, little by little I have forgotten who it was. Executioner of my dreams, I am no longer fascinated by your promises! You never allow me to fly with my own wings!
Guilty? The first one is me for having you afraid.
Tonight I decided to run away from here; I need, I want and I promise, that today, yes, I am brave.
I do not know where I will go. I do not know how I will live. I have no idea how I will pay for my roof and my food. But I am so afraid that I would rather die of hunger under a bridge to follow, a single minute more, living this emotional torture to which you have subjected me.
I am not beautiful. You do not want me You do not respect me and you make fun of me. You have me hidden in a palace in which not a movement in the pictures seems right.
" Cheap and indigestible food, is that the only thing you can cook? I prefer a crushed dog from the restaurant on the corner, before eating this".
"Are you planning to go out to dinner tonight?" With those whore dresses do you spend my money? I will tell my boss that you are having migraines again tonight. I will not let the partners in the office laugh at me.
I take a suitcase and 3000 euros that you had stored in a drawer, I leave the keys on the table.
Do not look for me, because you will not find me.
Do not call me, because my mobile will leave you too.
And do not cry ... Because you know, as well as I do, that it will be a lie >>.

CHAPTER 4: THE SUITCASE HAS BEEN STOLEN

It had been just over two weeks that Miguel had been arrested in Barcelona and transferred to a preventive prison in Madrid. Susana had just landed at Barajas and, in an hour, would face the cruel reality of seeing her partner behind bars. The exit of the airport was empty and the smell of the asphalt wet from the recent rain back his mind in time to the exact moment, five years before, in which he fled Granada and chance led to his first encounter with Miguel.
-I have my suitcase, my manolos, my Chanel coat and my bag. I'm excited; I want to stop smiling, but I can not, and I do not want anyone to look at me, wow !, what adrenaline! ... And where do I go now? I spend a night in Madrid? No, no, no ... Dorian would find me tomorrow, to see, I have to go to a country where I can survive a time with 3000 euros, uh ... I do not know. Shit !, my suitcase! Where is my bag? But, I did have it here! Can not be. No, do not cry Susana, do not collapse! It is not your heart that you have lost. They are not your dreams, your youth, your true love, your protector, your friend ... It's just a suitcase.
-Are you okay, miss? Said Miguel.
-Yes ..., well ... I do not know ... Who are you?
-My name is Miguel. Need help? It's okay?
-The suitcase has been stolen.
-I can accompany you to the police station if you want. My flight does not leave for two hours.
-No, no ... thanks, I'm fine. There was nothing important; only memories that I would not like to forget.
-Excuse the intrusion, but do you want to dine with me?
-Yes ..., okay - Susana answered spontaneously.
Two hours after that fortuitous encounter, the plane's window framed a perfect and bright full moon. Susana still did not find a reason endowed with wisdom for which she decided to undertake that trip and even more, to Colombia, a country that she presumed complicated. Despite the fact that Miguel opted for inaction, it was futile for her to fight against the excessive physical attraction she felt towards him and, on more than one occasion, fantasized that they were locked in a bathroom.
During the dinner he discovered that there was a lot of complicity between them, and the fact that Miguel was dedicated to the porn film industry did not provoke Susana any gesture of repulsion. He offered to live in the apartment he had rented in Medellín in exchange for helping him with the chores of the house and acting as hostess with the actors who, from time to time, would spend the previous days to their corresponding filming.
Susana was aware that the nature of the trip was prone to pity and despite knowing that the acts of altruism are seen as false dedications in whose back room are hidden other purposes, a sensation within her impelled him to trust Miguel and to lose himself in a madness without considering the consequences.
For the first time in a long time, his life no longer depended on Dorian, and the fact of being free to make his own decisions was undoubtedly the most satisfying part.

NEXT CHAPTER on Monday. :)