C12 Pablo

Before the arrest, I could be considered as a guy who never had trouble getting women. A beautiful face and a good lip always guaranteed the best sex. And I don't say that referring to extremely beautiful women or anything like that. The ones who had sex best were the shameless ones, and the beautiful girls were raised in homes where they learned good manners above all, and that fucked a good sex.

An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls.

Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act.

I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides the type that my radar attracted the most.

Throughout my life, I've never been with a thin and model girl. They were all made of that voluminous hotness, and I loved them deeply. My new lawyer, unfortunately "or maybe not" was part of that guy I particularly loved so much.

Despite the professionalism, the cadence that made me feel all the confidence in her work, Joana appeared to be the kind of woman who was not content with little. And I was referring exclusively to sexual moments.

She seemed like the kind of woman who would take on the most insane types of positions, besides not caring about noises or sweat. She looked like the kind of woman you would receive at home and wouldn't rest until you gave her all the pleasure she deserved.

I shook my head as these thoughts disturbed me. She was being hired to do that. I had no self-interest. My brother had, in some way still inexplicable, managed to get close enough to that woman for her to come to my rescue.

I couldn't ruin all the shit with the insane desires of my dick. A woman like that wasn't made for me. She certainly had a lot of suitors on her doorstep.

Since she had said so much about body language, I ended up doing mine too, and I noticed that she had a woman's posture that did not allow herself to be alone for a long time. She didn't wear a commitment ring.

All his rings seemed simple and too thick. In addition to all this, there was the fact that if she were someone's girlfriend, that person would have the least sense to ensure her safety and prevent her from taking a case that had everything to end in shit.

"I'm not thinking of anything that is good to say out loud," I was sincere.

Joana giggled low, then leaned her chin on one hand. How lucky for me to have moved away from that table, when I noticed that she was imitating my body language to try to convince me of anything without me noticing.

At least with that distance, I could be sure that I wouldn't jump on the table and touch that woman. What the hell was happening to me? She was a lawyer. She looked like one of the good ones. And I was thinking about doing shit with her?

"When you were little, have you ever watched a cartoon? "She asked, exactly out of nowhere.

I blinked, stunned.

"No. Never.”

"You seem like an adult who grew up without a childhood.”

"Are you sure you are a lawyer and not a psychologist?”

"I took a therapist course," she said, shrugging. So she laughed softly. "A lie. I'm just the one who listens to five women complaining about their daily routines. I live with my mother and sisters.”

Was she really so stupid to talk about her personal life with a bandit? Not that I was, but... that penitentiary had ears. Those guards listened to everything. No wonder they always chose the living room for any casual encounter with inmates. There they had a good excuse to snoop around.

"Your family looks pretty big," I said in a sigh.

"We are many. Most of us women. Men are just... paraphernalia.”

I giggled. Not a smile, not the shadow of an expression of happiness. I really giggled. There were rare occasions, even more so in front of a woman, when I allowed myself to give more than an ironic laugh. The prostitutes that gang leaders took to prison never had time for a long conversation.

"So you're used to just entering a man's life, and just leaving without a trace? "I asked, without exactly understanding the reason.

"In fact, I'm the only one in the family who goes through this with the men," she said, giggling that she was dying little by little. "I'm the one left behind.”

I blinked, slightly confused. All of Joana's language indicated that she was the dominant one in every situation. I even started to think that she would find it ridiculous if I said out loud everything I had thought of doing, right on our first date. But after listening to that confession, I even thought about how she would turn red when she heard me saying all the obscenities that went through my head in seconds.

I watched her more closely. Joana turned her eyes to her beautiful and long nails. She should be wondering why she got into that personal subject, to begin with. And I also didn't understand what had led me to that, but I didn't like the way she reacted; the sudden coldness and distance.

" Why do men leave your life without a trace? "I asked in a hoarse tone.

Joana raised her eyes. She was contemplative for a moment, emitting a low murmur while thinking about an answer. Was it that hard? I watched her again. A body like that wouldn't be a problem for a real man.

She had an aura that indicated a cheerful and humorous person. She was certainly not the kind of woman who vented about hours of her feelings. So... What was wrong?

"Because they fear powerful women," she said after that moment of reflection. A hesitant smile grew on his fleshy and beautiful lips. I found myself staring at that mouth, even memorizing the outline of those incredible lips. Holy shit. I'd be fucked to deal with that lawyer. "And because I have the great habit of getting involved with this guy.”

"So stop" I advised, as if I could say some shit to someone. Joana's lips tightened in a line, so I raised my eyes to hers. " Look for other people.”

"I can't," she said, turning that sad smile into something malicious. My body reacted, as if I were a fucking virgin. Was it wrong for me to consider it more advantageous than ever to be pressured by a lawyer? I would definitely love to pressure Joana. Even more so when she added: "The worst are the most delicious.”

I had another laugh, this time louder. I had never thought that talking about a woman's life and problems would bring me any happiness. However, it was like being in front of the sunlight for a moment. The sound echoed, and Joana smiled too.

I even swore I felt that pressure in my chest was slowly decreasing. Joana watched me, still with her chin resting on her hands. She looked so young, but at the same time, so marked by time... I couldn't help but want to know more about her. I knew she thought the same about me.

"Are you going to visit me again? "I asked softly.

I didn't want to sound pathetic, needy, but... Having a reason to smile or laugh next morning would make me have some purpose to wake up. I don't know. I just thought I'd like to see Joana once again. A few more times.

It could be my needy male instinct speaking louder. I really wanted to be able to touch her more times, instead of just that formal handshake. But I couldn't suggest any lascivious desire for a lawyer who had known me for less than ten minutes. Not if I wanted to have any chance to get out of there. Not if I wanted to have a chance with her. I was a sentimental idiot, there was no point in denying it.

"Every day," she said, opening a wide smile. The sun really lit up at that moment. My heart missed a beat. I wondered if I would be smiling too. By the way she watched me with a slight surprise, I should be. " Even if the idiots try to stop me, I'll find a way to come every day. Until you trust me. Until you tell the truth.”

"Thank you," I spoke with a head movement.

My voice was pure calm, but, inside, my whole body was overwhelmingly lost in the natural charms of that woman. Worst of all, I was surprised by that reaction.

I had spent so much time in that hole, refusing to take anything to my heart, that I had believed I lost the ability to feel something beyond indifference. Joana was already doing miracles.

"Thank me when you are free and loose, on a paradisiacal beach and surrounded by beautiful and thin women," she said, with shining eyes.

I frowned lightly, not wanting to look like a total scrotum.

"I don't like thin women.”

Joana shook her head.

"Well, then you're part of the minority.”

Joana got up. So I could see your whole body. It was better than just beautiful. The woman was a spectacle. Small, plump, firm... And my hands would fit perfectly on that waist, or that heart-shaped hip.

She must have noticed my look, because she cleared her throat to make my attention return to her face. She smiled, like a panther, like an animal prepared for the attack.

"This was the best presentation with a lawyer I've ever had," I confessed, rising as well. I extended my hand, and Joana quickly corresponded. Her bracelets till gently, but I just focused on the warmth of her palm against mine. Her eyes were still shining. "Thank you very much, Joana.”

"Just focus on the fact that I'm going to get you out of here, Pablo," she said in a firm tone. Her hand quickly let go of mine, and she absent-mindedly poked a thin lock of hair that was falling against her eyes. "Not for your brother, or for the resolution of the crime, but because you need to get out of here.”

Did she also notice that strange weather in the air? Did you notice that the guards were increasingly afraid of my presence? If she noticed, she didn't dare say it. And I just cast a grateful look in his direction.

"If you visit me, that's enough," I said in a low tone.

Joana watched me with a sorry expression. I moved to get away from the chair, wanting to avoid that kind of feeling. I wasn't worthy of pity. I had caused that. I deserved it.

"I will dedicate myself to ensure your freedom," she said, determined. "Just give me the benefit of the doubt, Pablo. I'm not like the lawyers you're used to.”

I was sure of that.