Lawyer's adventures - part 32-34 (Patreon)

She receives a letter from the Venezuelan government, informing her that her aunt died and left her a large inheritance. She needs to come back to Venezuela to claim the inheritance (45%)

She will always be inside Jeremy and she is angry about his new feelings and desires (73%)

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Part 29-31: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lawyers-part-29-104904443

Part 35-37: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lawyers-part-35-107304156

...32

The days went by in a blur, and the Jeremy's visit to the club became a distant memory. Jeremina worked as a dancer, and the private shows and sexual encounters with customers were becoming more and more common. And although she enjoyed the attention and compliments, she couldn't help but feel dirty and ashamed after every performance.

However, tonight was different. Standing in fron of the mirror and holding smartphone with selfie camera, she was checking her appearance and trying to fix her makeup. Her heavy breasts were hanging down and bouncing as she moved, making her smile and blush. She paused while fixing her lipstick and sighed deeply, staring at her reflection. She was a beautiful and sexy young woman, and her body was perfect, curvy and voluptuous.

'How did this happen? I'm... I'm not supposed to be like this. This is who I am now? I'm a fucking whore and stripper. God, this is so messed up and weird... I can't even speak English properly anymore.' she thought, feeling depressed. 'My life is a fucking disaster. Everything has changed and I can't do anything about it. I can't change anything, I can't make things better, I can't escape, I can't fix this. I'm... trapped.'

Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a notification. She checked it and found a message from delivery service, telling her that her food is delayed.

"Greit," she muttered, sighing again. "Just fokin' greit."

"Yo, Mina, you done yet?" a female voice came from behind her, interrupting her thoughts. She turned around and saw another stripper named Marisol, a beautiful dark-skinned woman.

"Sí, I'm almost feeneesh." she answered, finishing her lipstick.

"You ready for tonight? The place is full of customers," Marisol said, smirking. "They're all waiting for you, our star."

Jeremina blushed and smiled shyly, flattered. "Oh dios, gracias... I mean, uh, tanks, Mari." she tried to hide her embarrassment and replied, "So, you, uh, go on estage, too?"

"Yeah, but it's not my shift yet, so I'm going to chill here until then." the Marisol chuckled, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. "By the way, you received some letter there. Looks important."

"Leter?" Jeremina asked, frowning. "What leter?"

"I don't know, some government thing, maybe." the Marisol shrugged. "You should check it."

...33

After the shift was over, and the last customer left, Jeremina quickly rushed to the dressing room, grabbing her stuff and changing into regular clothes, then headed for the exit. 'I have to get home as soon as possible. Maybe there is something important and I'll be able to leave this shit place forever!' she thought excitedly, hurrying through the dark alley behind the club.

During all shift she was thinking about the letter, imagining what could be written on it. It could be information from the FBI, about a way out of this situation, and she desperately wanted to get her life back to normal, as a successful and famous lawyer.

'Please, let it be the best news, please! I'm tired and exhausted from this bullshit and I can't take it anymore! Especially now that everyone around me is really sure that I am that Jeremina Banessa, even me, myself! This is fucking insane! And this... Jeremy who looks exactly like me... and work as the lawyer, he even tried to take me for his stupid free slut, more precisely, his lover and he wanted to... Oh, forget it, Mina! This is ridiculous and wrong and... ' she stopped herself mid thought, noticing the group of men standing at the entrance of the club.

They were tall and fat, wearing leather bike's jackets with skulls, and one of them had a tattoo of an eagle on his neck. "Uh-oh, bad boys." Jeremina gasped and quickly changed the direction of her walk. She felt that she could make money from these men. 'Shit, they look so big and scary, but... I think they want something more than just my dance... I need some extra money.' she thought and approached the nearest guy with the tattoo.

"Hola, bebé, how ju do-eeng?" Jeremina purred and licked her lips seductively, looking into his eyes. For her, this had already become habitual and she hardly noticed how her inner desires now outweighed the voice of her mind, which was now almost inaudible and only somewhere deep screamed 'What are you doing?! Stop, go away!' But she ignored this voice, too used to acting like a real hooker. "I can show ju good time, papi! Ju want some fun?" she whispered in broken English and reached down and squeezed his crotch with her hand.

"Whoooa! Easy there, baby!" the tattooed man said with a surprised expression and backed away. "I didn't come here looking for a whore. I just wanna talk with Ricky about business."

"Oh... si, si, claro! Eso es muy... bueno. I'm sor-ree!" Jeremina exclaimed and backed away, realizing that he wasn't interested in sex. 'Dang! He's just another gangster looking for Ricky. What a stupid evening! Damn! I just wanted to make money and... fuck! AGAIN!? Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' she cursed mentally, walking away and looking at her palm which some time ago were full of the man's crotch. 'Ugh! What am I doing!? This is disgusting! I can't do that! I even forgot about the letter when I saw the guy! I am not a... prostitute!'' she shook her head, trying to get rid of these thoughts and memories and quickly rushed towards home.

...34

When Jeremina finally made it back to her apartment, she found the letter on the coffee table and quickly opened it. "This is it!" she whispered excitedly, scanning through the letter. Everything was in Spanish, making her smile and sigh in relief. On the title page, in large letters, was written: "Venezuela. The Republic of Venezuela" and below it was the official emblem of the country. She pused for a second before she started reading the letter, her heart beating rapidly.

Dear Ms. Jeremina Banessa,

This letter is to inform you that your aunt, Ms. Isabela Banessa, has passed away and left you a sizable inheritance. The amount of the inheritance is $10,000,000. You will have to go to Caracas to claim it. Please contact the attorney listed below if you have any questions.

Sincerely,

The Attorney General's Office

"¡¿QUÉ?!" she gasped, her eyes wide with shock and surprise. 'What the hell is this?! I don't have any rich relatives, especially in Venezuela! It's a prank, a cruel and disgusting prank from Ricky or some other asshole! How dare they! Damn, damn, damn!' she cursed and crushed the letter in her hands, furious. 'It's not funny! They have no right to play with me and my feelings like this!'

Jeremina paced around the living room, her mind racing, trying to make sense of the situation. 'But, what if it's real? In the end, maybe reality really did change... I saw myself, and that FBI guy at some point also acted as if he didn't know that I was a man... And my brain, damn it, still seems like this city and this country are foreign to me! And now I got this fucking letter, which is telling me that I have a rich aunt in Venezuela!'

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and decided to pick up back the letter, unfolding and examining it. 'There must be a number of the lawyer, maybe he can tell me something!' She found the phone number of the lawyer at the bottom of the letter and dialed it on her cell phone.

"Hello, lawyer's office, how can I help you?" a woman's voice answered after a few rings on the other side of the line in Spanish, making Mina flinch in surprise.

"Uh, hi, I... I, um, have a letter..." Jeremina stammered, speaking in Spanish. "It says... uh, there is a lawyer named Mr. Hernando Rodriguez? Can I speak with him, please?"

"Yes, one moment, please," the woman said and put her on hold. After a few seconds, a man's voice came on the line.

"Mr. Rodriguez, speaking," the lawyer's voice was deep and confident.

"Oh, uh, hello, I have a letter, and it says... um... I'm sorry, I'm not sure..." Jeremina said, struggling to find the right words. "It says that... uh, my aunt is dead and she left me an inheritance?"

"Could you introduce yourself? I'm afraid that without your name, I'm not able to help you," the lawyer said, sounding confused.

"Uh, yes, sorry. My name is Mina, uh, Jeremina Banes... Banessa! My name is Jeremina Banessa," she corrected herself, reading the letter. "My, uh, aunt is Isa-be-la Banessa (she read the name on the letter) and... um, you're her lawyer?"