C11 Pablo

The lawyer my brother hired was too beautiful a woman for my self-control. The hair was stuck, leaving the honey-colored strands sliding smoothly down the top of the back. The eyes were also in that burnt and golden tone, in a very beautiful amber brown. The skin tone was tanned, which suggested sunny days or very good genetics.

The body was not yet visible to me, since she was sitting, although I could have noticed full breasts below that ridiculous little suit and the suggestion of wide hips when I watched her on her back. She was beautiful. Too beautiful for my common sense.

And I've never had a female lawyer. The public defender has always sent me the worst types of men, and I knew that no woman would accept the position by briefly researching how many others had already suffered from the worst consequences for being interested in helping me.

The woman in front of me had made it clear that she already knew, and yet, she was interested in the subject. I knew it had nothing to do with that look I noticed on his face when evaluating me better, that it had nothing to do with any sound of my voice, or any hidden desire. It was a challenge. And she seemed to like that kind of thing. Well, for me, as long as I left that place without being a complete X9, I would agree to be the object of study of any curious person.

"What do you need to get me out of here? "I asked without any ceremony.

The woman's eyes lit up with the sudden confirmation that she would have the answers she was looking for so much. I could be very honest, if she was too. I dealt with many lawyers over those two years, and I knew that most of them were only there out of obligation and that they had no interest in really helping me.

The woman proved to be much more competent just for not throwing predatory looks at me, as if already knowing that she was wasting her time, just as the others did.

"I need the truth, Pablo," she said, without courtesy. She was a firm woman, despite using a more forced voice, who suggested a light and worry-free soul. I gave a small smile when I realized this, thinking that kind of work would be interesting for both sides. "I want to know what happened the night you were arrested.”

"I thought my brother had told everything," I replied in a low tone. So long inside a noisy place, where even the fart of an inmate was heard in the middle of the night, they made me acquire the taste to speak in a low or inaudible voice. The woman frowned, as if she didn't understand me. "My brother didn't tell you anything?”

"He knows as much as the media," she said, shrugging. "The only information is that the police simply arrived, and that luckily you were the only survivor, and were arrested in the act.”

"Shit," I contested, in a cold tone. "They caused a massacre in that bar. I was spared, not by luck, but because they needed a piranha ox to take the blame. I didn't get rid of being smart enough to try to run away, or hide. I had no chance of doing anything. Even so, here I am, as someone who plotted and fled the police for months. I just got unlucky that night, no luck.”

Joana nodded slightly, narrowing her eyes as she watched a very thick and long scar on my neck. Her look bothered me. Those golden irises gave me the feeling that the woman put the spotlight on my body. I didn't like that. It wasn't cool.

Unconsciously, I raised a hand to the place she watched so much, itching lightly against the scar. The touch of my own hand caused a wave of chills, and I shrunk slightly. That flu that never ended would end up killing me. Even the sunlight against my back didn't help.

"How did you get this scar? "She asked.

"When a policeman put a knife against my throat that night," I replied in a mild tone. "He put a little more strength than necessary, I imagine. But still, he didn't get any information.”

"That's the information I need, Pablo.”

"And what will you do with her besides freeing me?”

"In addition to being able to free you, will I get something else? "She asked, frowning. I just watched her, in silence. "Tell me what you're hiding, Pablo. It's the only chance you have to do something for yourself.”

"I can't tell, unless you don't mind being put in danger," I warned in a low tone.

"And why would I be in danger? "She replied. "Do you intend to do me any harm?”

"No. I say in relation to the people who put me in here. They don't want anyone to know what happened that night. And even though it's just someone who shouldn't even be there, I know what happened. I wasn't killed, and I didn't confess anything. I'm the only one who can get everyone arrested.”

"Talk to me, Pablo.”

"Do you not fear for your life?”

Joana turned her eyes away to watch the guards at the door, both moved uncomfortable when they received that look. She watched me again, and her expression was darker than it ever was until the beginning of that conversation.

"I have my own enemies to deal with, and I've never been afraid of any of them," she said, keeping her expression cold. " But I won't insist if you still need some time to trust me.”

"Maybe we don't have this time," I argued, shrugging.

"You will have all the time in the world with me, Pablo," she said in a low tone. Fuck. I imagined those words in another kind of context and I got tense. The woman had only said one innocent phrase, it was not possible for me to get a hard cock for something so stupid. But the lack of a woman to call mine was really having an effect. She tilted her head slightly. "What are you thinking?”

In you, naked, on this table... I thought about saying it, but I kept it wise. She was just a beautiful woman, like any other. And it wasn't the first time I saw a woman inside the prison. In addition to the visitors who were looking for their husbands, there were also the prostitutes that the gang leaders hired fortnightly. I used to refuse to lie down with them, fearing some illness, even when using a condom. Even so, it was good to hear them moaning, it already relieved me a little on my own.