Lawyer's adventures - part 35-37 (Patreon)

Mina goes to Venezuela. There it turns out that - Everything is actually true and it turns out to be an inheritance (57%)

When she arrived to Venezuela, reality changed again (87%)

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Part 32-34: https://www.patreon.com/posts/lawyers-part-32-106050013

...35

"Ah, yes, of course! Jeremina Banessa. Yes, yes, your aunt, Mrs. Isabela Banessa. She's passed away and left you everything," the lawyer said, his tone suddenly becoming friendly. "How can I help you, Ms. Banessa?"

"I, um... I don't understand. Are you sure?" Jeremina asked, trying to make sense of it all. 'If it's true, then... how is this possible? To hell with thinking, I'd better pretend that I understand all this and know this Isabella.' she decided.

"Of course I am. Your aunt and I have been in contact with each other for many years, and I have her power of attorney. Everything is perfectly legal, and there are no disputes. She left everything to you. But I'm afraid we can't discuss it further over the phone. You have to come to Caracas, and we can meet there."

"Um... Caracas? Uh, I..." pictures of Caracas flashed suddenly in Jeremina's mind, making her gasp softly. 'Caracas... I... I never was here! Why... Why does this feel so familiar and nostalgic?! Damn, damn, damn!'

"Ms. Banessa, are you alright? You sound confused..."

"Um... I... I am! I'm... I'm fine," she quickly recovered, trying to focus on the call. "Sorry, I just... um... remembered how much I love Caracas, it's a beautiful city," she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"Yes, it's a wonderful city," the lawyer agreed. "I can arrange for a plane ticket for you, if you want. I'll give you the details later."

"That's great!" Jeremina exclaimed excitedly, feeling a sudden rush of emotions, remembering her excitement and anticipation when she was on the plane last time. 'This was when I left Caracas and came to USA! I had no idea back then what kind of hell will be waiting for me... I couldn't imagine or think about it. I thought I was flying here for happiness and good life but I ended being a prostitute... Wait! What?! It's not my memory!' she shook her head, puzzled.

"Well, let me know when you're ready to come and I'll take care of everything," the lawyer continued, unaware of her confusion.

"Oh... uh, ok... " she muttered realizing that Ricky didn't allow her to leave city and she can't even buy a plane ticket herself. 'Damn! Ricky and his stupid rules!' she fumed. "Uh... Mr. Rodriguez? Um... I, um... I'm afraid I can't leave New York now."

"What? Why?" the lawyer asked, sounding annoyed. "It's an extremely serious matter, Ms. Banessa. If you don't come to Venezuela, you'll lose the inheritance and have no chance to dispute it."

"I'm... uh, shit, um, sorry, this is not gonna be easy to explain," she muttered, trying to think of a good excuse. "I... I'm, uh, dancer. I don't have time right now, or... like, I can't leave now. And... there is a problem with this visa. I am not legally here."

"Ah, I understand. I see. Well, then, if that's the case, you will have to deal with these issues yourself. I wish you luck," the lawyer said coldly, there was disappointment in his voice. "If you have any more questions, you can call me, otherwise, I'll expect to hear from you shortly." Without waiting for her reply, he hung up the phone, leaving her stunned.

...36

"Who were you chatting with?! Did you manage to find a new customer? Or, perhaps, a new lover? You're such a slut, Mina," Marisol laughed, standing next to Ricky near the door.

"Nu-huh! I have a leeter from my familia," Jeremina snapped, trying to keep her voice steady. "I haf a dead aunt and I must go to Caracas! And you can't stop me, Ricky!" unexpectedly for herself, Jeremina said loudly, not even thinking about what she was saying, as she had done all her life, being a lawyer, once upon a time, a very, very long time ago

"Oh, really?" Ricky replied, a smug expression on his face. "Then, by all means, go ahead. We'll miss you, of course, since you are our top dancer and bring us a lot of money. But, you are right. You can go."

"Ya, but, uh, I need money and passport," Jeremina said, looking down, avoiding his gaze. 'Shit. Why did I say this so emotionally? I should have thought about it first, and then calmly negotiate with Ricky and try to make a deal.' she thought, cursing herself mentally.

"Oh, I see. Of course. Money and a passport, right. Hmm..." Ricky looked at Marisol, who shrugged and nodded. "Bitch think she is too special for us, huh, Marisol? Maybe she wants her own business, her own club, hmm? What do you think?"

"Maybe," Marisol shrugged. "But it would be a big mistake, isn't?" she hugged Ricky and kissed him on the cheek. "She's just a slut and nobody cares about her, except you."

"Yes, that's true. And now she has the nerve to demand money and a passport from me. Me! The man who saved her pathetic life, who gave her shelter, food and a job!" Ricky's voice rose, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "She is an ungrateful whore!" he approached her and put his hand on her head, stroking her hair.

"Oh, no, papi, no!" Jeremina whispered, looking at him with fear and with the excitement that always came over her when she was treated like a shitty bitch, which now, apparently, she was. "Por favor, perdoname, por favor. No te enojes conmigo, papi." her panties suddenly became wet and warm, and she blushed. 'Shit! It's so fucking wrong and cool! Damn! I want him to fuck me hard, right here, right now!'

"Shut up, Mina!" Ricky shouted, glaring at her. Her hands trembled, but instinctively reached for his crotch, stroking and squeezing. She felt his hardness growing and throbbing in her palms. "What the fuck are you... ahhh... shit..." Ricky moaned, unable to resist her. "Damn, bitch, If you think this is enough to make me forgive you, then you're fucking wrong!" he groaned, his eyes closed and his face twisted in pleasure, as she expertly worked his cock through the fabric of his pants.

"Papi, si, si, love polla ma papi" she unbuttoned his belt and unzipped his pants, revealing his erection, her tongue licking around the head teasingly. 'I love this cock and I want him to punish me, oh yes, please, please!' she thought, looking up at him, her eyes filled with desire and lust.

"Oh, fuck... damn it, Mina! Your dishonest methods always work," he sighed and looked at Marisol, who smiled, amused, watching the show. "Fine, bitch, I'll... ahh... give you a passport and some money! But... ahhh.... yeah...." he can't continue because Jeremina sharply took his whole dick in her mouth, and started to apply all her knowledge and experience as a pro slut and gave him the most incredible blowjob of his life.

...37

People were waiting impatiently in line for a flight, while the staff was checking tickets and passports. There was a constant buzz of voices, mixed with the announcements coming from the speakers. A woman was walking back and forth, carrying a baby on her shoulder, and a young man was holding the arm of a girl, trying to calm her down.

'Am I really going to fly from the US to Venezuela? This is ridiculous!' Jeremina thought, staring blankly at the screen displaying the status of the flight. 'I'm an American! I'm a fucking American citizen! And... man! Although I myself have already begun to forget this... especially considering that the last few months I have been fucking everyone and even have sex with myself... Fuck, no, stop thinking about that.' she squeezed her legs together so that no one would see how she was wet and horny right now. 'Uhmm... It was so hot and I loved it. Shit, no, stop!'

The loudspeaker announced that the another flight was about to depart shortly, making Jeremina flinch in alarm. She didn't understand the announcements in English very well, so she checked her ticket again, just to make sure that everything was in order.

'Flight 2670 to Caracas, Venezuela...' she sighed heavily, reading the letters. 'This is insane. I can't believe it, but this is happening. If I really do fly away and this nonsense with the inheritance turns out to be a fiction, then I won’t be able to come back here! I will stay in Venezuela..." flashes of memories of childhood in Venezuela in a small town, communication with friends, first romantic encounters and first kiss with a boy popped into her head.

'Shit! Is this real? Are these my memories or... It looks and remembers so real, as if it is something that happened in reality! This is very very confusing. Or, maybe... am I... I'm not a lawyer, after all. And I never was that Jeremy, who is a successful and famous lawyer and owner of his own law firm... Hah, my own firm!? It's even sounded stupid!' she looked down at her huge breasts. 'Sorry girls that I'm thinking this. You are beautiful and awesome, and I love you!' she thought, feeling a bit embarrassed and guilty, but quickly shook it off.

'This is so stupid! Why did it come to my mind now, of all times? I'm not that Jeremy and I'm not a lawyer, that's for sure! I... wait... no! no-no-no! Shit, what the fuck? What the fuck is happening to me? I can't think like that, I'm really starting to believe all this shit that I'm a chick! I need to get this fucking inheritance and go back to the US and then find a way to get my life back!'

"Passengers flying to Caracas, please proceed to the boarding gate. We repeat, passengers flying to Caracas, please proceed to the boarding gate," the loudspeaker announced. Jeremina flinched and glanced at the clock on the wall. She rushed towards the boarding gate, catching the glances of men and women on myself and my tits swaying from running and regretting this time that her breasts were so big, because it was her boobs that were jumping around causing pain, so much so that she had to support them 'Slow down, girls, slow down. You are beautiful and amazing, but not for running. Be a little calmer, please, I beg you.'