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The day went wrong from the beginning, and, probably, the night did, too. He sat at Harry’s bar and blankly stared down, where the main fountain of Safari’s centre sparkled with variety of colours. Pablo had seen all these things a million times, and he couldn’t understand the admiring glances of tipsy tourists. There were too many people there. Everybody was having fun, some people were dancing, but he felt heavy-hearted. He had his last hundred, and he needed to drop in “Botanico” to order some Thai cuisine. He wanted to please his girlfriend, who was waiting for him at home. She adored any food with chili pepper.
When he returns home, Sosa will greet him as usual. She will be sweet and obedient after yoga classes. She will meet him after a shower. Her black hair will be wet. She will be wearing light shorts and a white t-short, through which her young breast will be visible. She will certainly wear pink slippers, which he gifted her lately, as he was fed up with the previous ones. She will meet him without any reproaches and gently kiss on the lips, when he hands her the package with the food from the restaurant. Then Sosa will ask him, for appearance`s sake, if he has passed his English exam. He is likely to tell her something rude, but she will give him a smile and say that the next year he is sure to pass. And then she will quietly sit down in front of the TV set to have supper, and Pablo, pretty drunk and angry, will fall down on the sofa next to her. He will watch these stupid TV serials, too, sipping remnants of beer from the bottle. And finally he will fall asleep in the middle of the film. Although last time he fell asleep at the very beginning.
Pablo turned round and looked at the person, who had joined him at Harry’s bar. There were no tables, and he said “óes”, although he could say “no”. Pablo was about to leave, but the guy started bragging about his exploits, trying to cheer him up, because Pablo didn’t hide his bad mood.
“You can't imagine how she sucks. She’s a sex bomb, buddy!” He backslapped Pablo. “No, no! You can’t imagine! You certainly need to unwind! Have a look! There she goes! Wow, very nice chicks… They dig you, buddy!
Pablo involuntarily looked through the table at two gorgeous blondes, who were sitting for a glass of wine. They were wearing very revealing outfits: short skirts, high heel shoes. All of this was nothing new to him. The blonds were whispering among themselves and giggling over the attentions of his unknown black friend.
He asked for the bill and paid.
“No, no, buddy. You can’t imagine… She’s not just sucking, she’s absorbing you, exhausting you almost entirely…” tried to stop him the African.
But for the loud music defeated this recommendatory nonsense, that would make Pablo very uncomfortable. He sighed heavily, hastened to hide from prying eyes, and he was glad to have caught a taxi quickly.
“Everyone seems to know that I've failed the exam. Well, big deal - minus 45 euro. I can live with that. I’ll gad about bars and burn up money for the taxi less than usual.”
Pablo was a mathematics teacher in a public school in Tenerife. Every year he tried to pass his English exam and get the certificate. It could help him to get an instructor’s bonus of 45 euro. Not so much, but now, in crisis, every euro counts. He used to work in a private school, but he didn’t get paid much there, although the pupils were better and more obedient, and the parents were adequate. But there was a real nightmare there. He loved his work. But really, there was a lot of fuss in that school. He was especially annoyed by the children of immigrants. They understood nothing, were disobedient and, besides, had small knowledge of language.
“I can’t stand it anymore.” Thought Pablo through a dream. “It’s better to leave for the mainland. They say there is work there. And how about Sosa? I can’t take her along, can I? She’s studying here, having yoga classes, has friends. And how will my parents feel about my possible relocation? No, no! Tenerife is the best! This god-damn examination!”
When Pablo entered the house, there was no light. It took him ages to find the key.
“Is she sleeping or just saving electricity? Electricity bills have been enormous lately.”
Pablo cautiously entered the room, thinking that Sosa was asleep on the couch, gently embracing the pillow, but there was nobody there. He was very disappointed with it, but he tried not to make a scene and just dialed her number. Through the muted hum of the music, he heard the voice he loved to hear.
“Pablo, no offense. I've been sitting with my friends for a while. I'm already late to see you. I’ll stay with my mother. Love you. Kisses!”
Pablo sat on the couch. He was awfully hungry, and he regretted, he had not dropped into the Thai restaurant. One beer will not be full. Entering the kitchen, he made a sandwich and poured a cup of iced tea. Then he entered the room and sat in front of the flickering monitor. He entered the chat. It was a chat for friends and colleagues in Tenerife. It was late. Almost all were asleep. He wanted to call Sosa once again and tell her, that he missed her, but he changed his mind. The only one, who wasn't sleeping and was in the chat, was Elisa, the new history teacher. Pablo frowned. He recalled this showy woman, her appearance, her imperious, stern voice. She was forty five, fifteen years older, a red and curly-headed hot stuff. She didn’t have children, she had never got married, and, she seemed to be obsessed with sex. This was manifested in everything: in gait, in the way of talking, in clothes.
She lived five minutes away from his house. He would meet her once a week at the bus stop on his way to work. Usually she would nod her head when he greeted her, and she was not very talkative. In the morning, when the bus came, he would politely let Elisa go ahead to watch her firm buttocks moving, while she was getting on the bus. At that moment, he would unwittingly imagine what she was like in bed. And he was getting uneasy from these vulgar thoughts. But at the same time it distracted him from the examination, from the problems at work and at home.
Pablo justified his lust because he was not quite happy, and because he could let himself think about such things until he passed the exam. Standing in front of her, holding onto the handhold and exchanging with her simple phrases, like "It’s windy today" or "The palm trees in Tenerife are the most beautiful," he boldly admired her beautiful face, her big blue eyes, that looked like the Atlantic ocean. He liked to watch her licking her thin lips, when she was going to answer. His gaze would also fall on her white swan neck, but most of all, he loved her ginger curly hair, which often was childishly braided.
And yesterday he suddenly reached for her, touched her. It was very unlike him. The bus was going in a circular motion and gave a slight lurch. Then one of Elisa's ginger curly locks fell on her neck, and he gently corrected it, when she was looking into the distance. She didn't seem to notice these touches, and he, as if he had received an electric shock, couldn’t take his hand off her neck until she told him:
“No, no! Don’t!”
Why did it take him so long to put his hand away, and why did it take her so long to stop him? They were riding in the bus for some time in silence; and he was thinking about it and couldn’t find the answer. Perhaps, he corrected her lock as a friend. But why didn’t she answer his touches at once? Why did she even close her eyes for a moment and, trying to say something, lick her lips as if they were sweet?
At that late hour he asked her about it, feeling he had every right to know the truth. Elisa answered that he had sensual fingers, and she was extremely pleased to feel them on her skin, therefore she didn’t remove his hand at once. He seemed to be satisfied with the answer and was about to leave the chat, when she suddenly asked him.
“Do you have it big or small?”
This unexpected boldness from this showy, self-confident woman bowled him down, violated his personal space, ripped away the hated mask of decency. He felt a strong excitement and attraction to the one who was fresh with him.
“Big,” told he honestly.
Elisa, certainly, knew that he had a girlfriend, who lived in his house, and that he was almost married, but still she asked. And this thing chucked him out of his nonideal but family life. Like a stone from under the wheels of a passing car which ricochets into the windshield of an overtaken car, this issue left a crack in his soul, already tired of decency. He wasn't ahead; he played the cards he'd been dealt in this extraordinary game.
He was waiting for more provocative questions, and they followed.
“When you have sex with a woman, you like from the front or the back?”
Pablo tried to remember his preferences, but his intoxicated head wasn't thinking clearly.
“I love it both ways,” he answered, although he’d rather prefer from the back. He loved to hold his girlfriend’s hair from the back, twisting her hair round his hand, feel her obey his will and penetrate her.
“Do you shave there?” Elisa asked him.
“Why do you ask? What’s the problem?”
“I like the smell, when I take it with my mouth, when it’s big and penetrates till my throat, I unwittingly feel intimacy. And the more intense the smell, the better it is for me. This smell makes me crazy, excites me, and, almost simultaneously with the taste of semen in the mouth, the wave comes, the wave without any hands and stimulation. I can’t describe this wave. It’s magic. Don’t wash yourself today.”
He didn’t answer her and involuntarily unzipped his fly. The erection was so strong that he needed space. What an unreal night conversation! What will be the next morning, when they gaze into each other's eyes at the bus stop, as if this vulgar correspondence didn't exist?
“And I also like,” continued Alice, teasing his imagination, “to put strawberries and cream or ice on my nipples… Do you love strawberries and cream?
Pablo thought that she was likely to have drunk, like him. Everyone is entitled to it. Maybe she had someone died?
“I had a crazy day today,” he wrote to her, trying to justify her ignorant violence against him. But Elisa insisted.
“Come to my place. I’m waiting for you. But I'm the only who will dominate.”
He was dumbfounded with her audacity. He suddenly wanted to face her down. His wild nature gave him a cue how to do it. He flung his clothes on. He’d never been seduced like that before. He'd never desired any woman so much.
“I know, where you live, Elisa, and I’ll come!” He wrote her abruptly. “But I'm the only who will dominate.”
Almost running, he rushed outside and hurried to her house. Even from a distance he saw the lights on in her window. When he came closer, he noticed Elisa imperiously give him a wave of the hand to come upstairs. Pablo grinned. He didn’t wave back. He was angry with her because she provoked him, because she pushed him to commit adultery, and now he was going to her house, instead of having a sleep on the couch. Now he was ready to punish her.
“This bitch will remember for a lifetime, who Pablo is.”
While he was going, he had a hard-on. He’d never had a hard-on so long before. And in this sacral in his life moments, when he was climbing up the stairs, when the doorbell was ringing, and when he pushed the open door with his foot, all the while his big thing was in action…
“Elisa, where are you?” he cried out menacingly, entering the corridor, undressing on the fly and listening to the sounds of the night.
In the back room, in Elisa's bedroom, the lights were on, and aggressive music was playing quietly. The apartment was very smoky, and Pablo was surprised at this, because Elisa was a non-smoker.
“Well, she definitely had a ball,” decided he.
He saw Elisa in her bedroom. She was standing in dense clouds of cigarette smoke in front of a large bed with crimson sheets. He immediately recognized her braided ginger hair. There was a police forage cap on her head. Elisa had wide hips, a small waist and hardly any bust. Stylish thigh boots on high heels emphasized slimness and elegance of her legs. A belt with a heavy holster was wrapping her naked waist. There was a gun in a holster. But Pablo didn’t attach importance to it. His main concerns were about the whip in the woman's hand and the ash, falling from a lit cigarette, which was clamped in her thin scarlet lips. The ash was falling, as a snow, on a brilliant iron-shod toe of the thigh boot. She put her shapely leg in front, inviting Pablo to sit down next to her. Pablo hesitated.
“Come!” commanded she, without releasing the smoking cigarette from her lips. And Pablo had a sudden flutter of fear…