Puttana I
Camila 's POV
Alejandro Gonzalez was as good as dead.
That motherfucking dickweed.
I can't believe he didn't let me orgasm, and then he left without making me come all the while expecting me to just wait until he got back.
If I wasn't so angry I'd cry.
But, I'd be lying if I said a teeny weeny part of me didn't find it hot. Sure he left but not before hinting that he would be back to reward me, which was why- as desperate as it sounds - I held off on touching myself.
But that didn't stop the sexual frustration.
I was hangry. Horny and angry.
So hangry that I started acting out irrationally. So much so that I changed into a white halter dress - one that was sexy and figure hugging- and I snapped a sexually suggestive picture of myself -one that may have hinted that I wasn't wearing any panties - and sent it to Alejandro followed by a simple text.
If you're not gonna make me finish then someone else will.
It was childish and immature but my mind was way too dazed and crazed to care.
Shortly after sending that text, I turned my phone off so that he couldn't track where I was going. I was finally taking this Miami trip by the balls and doing something I wanted.
I was going clubbing.
Granted, it wasn't as easy as it sounded. I had to sneak past the security guards stationed in the lobby by taking the stairs instead of the elevator. I had to climb down thirty flights of stairs- in heels. I had to sneak out through the housekeeping quarters and from there I had to haul a taxi because I couldn't use my phone to get an Uber.
But I made it to the club. Alejandro's club.
Only there was one more road block between me and my fun night. A line up. I'm talking over two hundred people standing in line outside of the club.
Yeah, I didn't do lines...
And so I did what I had to. I named dropped Alejandro Gonzalez .
That got me in immediately and although something about the way the men were regarding me told me they were going to inform Alejandro I was here, I didn't care.
By the time he was informed I was at one of his clubs and he drove all the way here, I'd be lost in the large sea of people on the dance floor. It'd be impossible for him to find me.
And after all that work, I finally made it into the club. I smile taking in my surroundings.
Now this is a club.
Strobe lights, people taking shots off of each other, women dancing on platforms in little to no clothing, multiple large bars, confetti and a live DJ on a platform while hundreds of people danced to amazing music.
There was a second level-VIP I'm guessing -that overlooked the dance floor but it was strangely empty and quiet up there save for a few blurry bodies.
But I didn't care, all the fun was down here with the crowd and I was going to party my ass off.
. . .
Who knew it was so easy to make friends in a nightclub.
In the short time I've been here, I've made friends with a group of college exchange students from Spain. And aside from the two body shots I did, I was still sober because of the amount of water I kept drinking.
Instead of drowning myself in drinks, I enjoyed the moment with my new friend's. Ander was by far my favourite.
We danced together and he tried to teach me to dance with him, but all I ended up doing was stepping on his feet. He was super sweet about it too and considering he didn't seem to understand me all too well, I may have gotten a little carried away. So carried away that I may have vented to him about my recent struggles.
I definitely over shared but he barely spoke English, he was going back to school in Spain tomorrow and I would never see him again so what the hell. Plus I needed to tell someone.
Sadly the only downside to staying hydrated with water was that I had to pee. I had been holding it in for as long as possible but I couldn't anymore.
Excusing myself from the group, I make my way towards the bathrooms where I sadly have to wait in line for my turn.
I do my business and decide to touch up my makeup while I'm here. There were a few other girls in here but they soon filed out and when no one else was coming into the bathroom, I pause and briefly wonder if there was a holdup of some sort outside. There was a line up behind me.
The door bursts open a moment later and when I look up I do a double take.
That was fast I think when I see Alejandrolocking the door and moving forward towards me. He's furious but what's new.
He's dressed in a fitted suit only he swapped out his tie and instead had the first few buttons of his white dress shirt undone. But other than that he looked the same as earlier.
Annoyingly handsome and extremely hot.
But I didn't have too much time to dwell on his appearance because he was looking at me like I was the reason for all his problems.
I was the one that was suppose to be angry. He wasn't allowed to be angry. He got to come, I didn't.
"You need to go home. Now." He says firmly, staring into my eyes, but even then I can tell that his mind is in a million different places. He's in business mode.
But I was in bitch mode.
I cross my arms and look up at him. "And you need to leave me alone but we both know thats not gonna happen."
And then I make a move to walk past him but he steps in front of me, caging me in with his ridiculously large body. "Camila , this is serious. You can't be here right now." He says calmly in that serious commanding tone.
The one that's responsible and sensible.
And I would have listened had I not been allowed to come and left to wallow in an extreme state of sexual frustration.
Instead I scoff and push Alejandro away from me. "No, fuck off." I snap and grow even angrier when the stupid brute doesn't budge.
He doesn't even react nor does he act out at me for being so disrespectful, instead he shakes his head and sighs looking at his watch.
His demeanour tells me that something urgent is going on and it sends another alarm bell off in the back of my brain but once again my anger ignores it.
Instead I scoff. "First you drag me with you on this trip and then you ruin it for me by filling it with boring shit. And then you don't let me..."
I take a deep breath to calm down and stop myself from saying anything I would regret later.
Alejandropauses and blinks at me before his shoulders drop and he rubs at his forehead looking very much unsure of himself. "If this is about earlier... I think I got a little carried away." He admits as he stares at me unsurely.
I push on his chest again, harder. "A little?!" And he has the audacity to look slightly guilty. "You didn't fucking let me come!" I explode, my face red in rage.
And then his eyes pause and flicker all over my face before they flicker down my body as something along the lines of approval pass through them. "You didn't touch yourself." It's not a question it's an observation and he's oddly impressed.
Wow, I wonder how he could have guessed that.
And then his demeanour changes and he takes another step forward, backing me up against the wall.
His body pushes into mine and I blink in confusion but my horny body allows his embrace. His eyes flicker to my lips before going back up to my eyes, "Cazzo, I didn't think you'd actually do it." He says almost to himself under his breath.
And then I narrow my eyes, slightly insulted as I shift. "Well why wouldn't I listen, I though I was your-"I cut myself off and regain my composure.
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