EVELIN - THE REVENGE - ACT III - Parts 17 & 18 (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality or other stories, is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

At The Party

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2.5)

DISCLAIMER:
First of all, I want to say that I have chosen the Latino girl cliché because it seems to me to be the one that best suits Evelin's desire. Living now in Spain and having grown up in Nordic countries I see the great sensual difference. Her way of speaking and expressing herself or style of dancing, seems to me to be ideal. A pure state of sensuality and seduction demonstrated by her way of speaking, which is the erotic, provocative and perverse touch that I wanted to give her.

And so I do not mean in this story, that women of Latino blood are all whores. The story just needs a totally different profile than Evelin's and her environment, which is also a cliché, and it is the one I know best.

Thank you for your understanding. I know that I explain myself terribly about these things. And I'm sorry if you feel offended, it was not my intention.

Part 17 - The Party

Luna saw the Indian's face with aristocratic features and full lips. He had the perfect profile to be the lead in a romantic Bollywood movie. She cursed herself. She shouldn't have reacted like that, letting her contempt for him show. Surya would now want to know who she was and why she knew his name... and why she reacted that way... he would think she knew him more personally than from some other comment.

"Hay carajo," She replied dissimulating. "I've been told about you, pendejo, but I didn't imagine it would be so easy to recognize you with that disguise. I've already been warned about you... so don't even try to get close..."

Having said that, Luna turned away from the door and turned her back on him, leaving with more accelerated steps, which made it look like she wanted him to rub her ass, because of the bouncing of her buttocks. She went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine. Cursing her bad luck and wondering why Layla would invite this person she couldn't even bare to see.

And thinking about Layla... Luna looked around and a giggle escaped her mouth. She had said she was going to be in the kitchen, but Luna could well imagine what her friend would be doing right now.

Now then. Barely twenty minutes later, almost all of the party guests had arrived, but still missing Alex. Layla introduced her as Luna to everyone who arrived and asked about her. Luna enjoyed hearing her name, so much so that part of her began to wish she really was Luna. She would be free to do what she wanted, she could dress in lewd clothes when she didn't dress like normal, normal but still provocative clothes... and saving money for her next cosmetic operation... The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of living, and making easy money, like the prostitute she had become.

Someone even hit on her as the night wore on, there was plenty of room in Layla's apartment. But everyone soon lost interest when she said, "Hi there my love, for 100 bucks I'll do anything you ask me to". Soon the rumor spread like wildfire throughout the party. And little by little the looks focused more on her, especially those of the other women, who looked at her with that face of disgust with which only a woman could look at another.

"How could Layla invite a pro to the party?" or "We knew it! We knew that you are a whore!" said their faces when they looked at her.

Those looks, instead of disgusting or embarrassing her, as they would have if she were her normal sanctimonious self, pleased her. Luna felt even more herself, she liked them, and wanted more. Because of this, and because of her hot Latin blood, as she listened to the rhythmic music, she couldn't resist moving her body. Luna approached the dance floor and began to dance with Latin rhythm to that fashionable song that was playing at that moment.

Luna's movements caused her hair to wave, her breasts to bounce, her buttocks to jiggle and several of the people present there took out their smartphones to record her. Now she was the center of interest that she longed to be.

But suddenly she felt a strong sensation in her belly, as if a vacuum was sucking and something was moving inside her, something came up from her stomach. And suddenly she regretted the glasses of wine she had drunk and the too few canapés she had tasted. She almost doubled over and had to leave the dance floor and rush to the bathroom.

Some time later, after that embarrassing situation, Luna was back, alone in a corner of the room. She was angry with herself, her big moment, when she could slut around and let others touch her with the excuse of dancing a salsa or bachata...

How could that have happened to her? Then Luna thought, since she had put on the suit she hadn't been hungry or thirsty... or had any other needs, except sex... maybe if she still drank the wine and ate the little she tasted of the food, she later had to vomit it up through the suit...

When she got home, she would have to read the suit's manual to make sure that the same thing would never happen to her again. Something she should have done right at the start.

Part 18

A little later, and after receiving a call from Alex, Layla had left Luna her smartphone. When Evelin didn't answer any calls from Alex, the concerned Alex had called Layla. As she looked at the smartphone screen, Luna knew that Evelin's plan had gone down the drain. If she took her revenge at the party or fooled around with Alex, everyone would imagine that Evelin was a cuckold, because Alex needs to go whoring. or worse, Luna was really Alex's girlfriend...

From his messages, already in a cab leaving the airport, she knew she didn't have much time to think of an alternative plan for her revenge. Also all the ideas she went through included being the Good Girl again... and Luna was far from wanting and being able to be Evelin again.

Then a fake laugh she knew all too well distracted her. Looking at her, she saw Layla together with Surya, with that classic flirtatious laugh. Luna realized at once her friend's obvious reasons for inviting him. A fire formed in her stomach, she couldn't understand how she could tolerate a person so... so...

And again that nauseating feeling returned and Luna ran to the bathroom.

"Hey, are you okay?" she heard Surya's voice from the bathroom door.

Luna had rushed in so fast, that she forgot to close the door behind her. She wished it was someone else, even if it was a drunk like her, coming into the bathroom, peeing or even vomiting on her, instead of Surya. But the contractions in her stomach were too strong for her to worry about her hatred for him right now.

"Yes, yes," she replied. "Something I ate made me sick..."

"Something you ate..." he said helping her carefully, pushing her wig aside. "Or too much of Lascivia's Aphrodisiac Oil in your first kinky outfit. The same thing happened to me the first time when I started working as an actor for Lascivia... too addictive... too much addiction... out of control..."

"ay carajo," complained Luan completely in Spanish between retching and spitting. "callese ya, hijo de la gran chingada..." - "Shut up already, you son of a bitch..."

Surya seemed to understand her, because he apologized and shut up. But his care didn't stop there. He took a towel and dipped it in cold water and put it on the back of her neck. A trick he had learned with experience and after reading some suit manuals.

"If I ever bothered you," he said shortly, in a muffled tone as Luna began to feel better. "Or disrespected you, I apologize Evelin, it was never my intention to offend you."

Luna was stunned, how could it be possible that he knew who she really was? Only one plausible answer came to her mind.

"That wretched Layla told you, didn't she?" Luna jumped up, now totally enraged.

to be continued. . .