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“What do you care? Is she consenting? She is an adult. Or is the problem that she is not consenting? I mean, I have a lot of perversions when I’m between the sheets, but non-consenting sex is a limit that even someone like me doesn’t cross.” If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve known him for years, I’d almost say he’s worried about the illegality of my behavior.

“No, she is more than consenting. That’s not the problem.”

Raphael studies me for some time, then shakes his head as if he has come to a conclusion I don’t understand and smiles.

“Do you know what you need now?” he asks with a mischievous smile.

“I’m afraid to ask,” I admit with a half-laugh.

“A memorable fuck that makes you forget the girl who holds you by the balls.”

“She doesn’t hold me… You know what? You’re right.” At this point, I am willing to do anything to get Dakota—and that pouty mouth that I would like to taste again—out of my head.

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The all-male club we slip into an hour later is one of those high-class brothels so exclusive that it is just an urban legend for ordinary mortals. Still, it is a discreet way for men in a position of power to find company where they don’t shout from the roof the perversions of those who walk into this place. At the bar, in the dim light, I count a couple of well-known faces sitting with a glass of whiskey in their hands and a young woman clinging totheir sides.

The perks of this place are that no one dwells enough on you to remember that you have been around here, and the women who work here are so beautiful that the men’s eyes hardly wander on their occasional companions. What drives me to frequent this place is that everyone here has something to lose if they only dare to tell what happens behind these doors.

“It’s been a while since we chatted.” Sonia’s warm sensual voice catches my attention as she approaches and lays her lips on my cheek.

Sonia is one of the escorts with whom I sometimes have the pleasure of spending some time. It has happened that when I am too busy at work to cultivate relationships, I have come to this club more often than I want to admit.

“You have to help him relax a bit. He’s full of worries these days,” Raphael suggests to her as a girl with flaming red hair and two-mile-long legs approaches and drags him down a corridor leading to one of the private rooms. He gives in to the woman so fast that I have no doubt that he has used her company many times since the last time I saw him. The naturalness with which they met, without the need for an exchange of words, is so evident that it leaves no doubt they know each other.

The girls who work here usually don’t do it for long, but they remain just long enough to create an atmosphere of intimacy with regular customers. They are trusted people who have passed countless selections to set foot here. The discretion required by this type of clientele doesn’t allow a coming and going of girls who can’t be trusted.

“Would you like something to drink?” I ask Sonia, who looks at me, tilting her head slightly.

She nods but says nothing as we approach the counter and order my brand of whiskey and a glass of sparkling water for her. She is lovely, with long, dark hair sliding down her back whichhas been left uncovered by a black dress that wraps her like a second skin. Her large brown eyes have makeup to highlight their elongated shape. She scrutinizes me while she takes a sip from her glass.

“Are you sure you want to be here today?” she asks.

I appreciate the attention she gives me. The girls here don’t want to go to the private rooms immediately and engage in the sexual act then move on to the next customer. They are paid enough that they can take their time to enjoy the moment.

“I need to take my mind off what’s outside,” I admit, but my answer doesn’t seem to satisfy her.

“You’re not someone who uses sex to vent your frustrations.” She knows me well enough to know that sex has never been an outlet for me but an act of pleasure that I share with the person warming my bed at that moment.

“I need to forget a woman,” I confess and smile when I see her arching a surprised eyebrow.

“Is there any woman who can resist your charm?” she asks, but it doesn’t seem like a mockery. On the contrary, she looks really perplexed.

“Not exactly… it’s complicated,” I admit.

Sonia smiles and takes me by the hand, dragging me away from the bar.

“It’s always complicated when it’s worth it.” Her words bounce around my chest, and when we walk into one of the private rooms, I’m no longer sure this is a good idea.

She makes me sit on the sofa leaning against one of the walls avoiding the bed, and I understand that she’s sensed my hesitation. The bed immediately becomes too intimate, even for a paid sex encounter, so she takes the time to observe me and slowly strip off her dress and thong, leaving her completely naked except for her stockings and high heels. It is a vision that leaves me breathless every time.

Sonia is the object of every man’s desire, perfect in every way, and when she kneels between my legs to untie my tie, I am usually ready to stretch her out on the bed and enjoy the moment with her. Not this time, not even when she unfastens my shirt one button at a time or when she pulls off my pants and boxers. That desire to get lost between her thighs doesn’t come.

“Are you sure you want to continue?” she asks in a serious tone, without judgment or mockery when it is clear that the erection has no intention of awakening.

“No,” I admit as I watch her get dressed.

She smiles at me when she sits on the couch.

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