Eyes of Seduction
Copyright © 2016 by Jason Cassanova
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EYES OF SEDUCTION
Her eyes were the first thing that got my attention. I sat all the way in the back in the booth as she danced to the latest pop single by Pitbull, “Taxi.” The way she batted her eyelids was methodical and yet hypnotic. I couldn’t shake the feelings she was stirring up inside me and the more I stared the more I wanted her.
I was at a gentlemen’s club called Madaho’s in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The kind of club that’s reserved for the upscale patron looking to have a great time. There are many other clubs that are similar to this one, but this one is the province of high rollers and business men with huge and limitless expense accounts.
She was in a lot of ways different from all the other girls. She was a mocha skinned beauty with a face to die for. She had a figure eight body that drove all the men in the club crazy. She was a bit older than the other girls, and I doubt that she will ever see twenty-five again.
She was gyrating her hips to beat of the music until she and I locked eyes together. Looking at her hazel colored eyes was like gazing at the stars for the first time. She accentuated their beauty with mascara and eyeliner, and even without the make-up she could still stop me dead in my tracks. After she was done she walked confidently towards me with a smile that knew the effect it had on men. She asked for a drink and I asked the waiter to bring a bottle of Dom to our table. She sat down next to me, told me her name’s Maria and I asked her where she was from. She told me was from ‘Anuma,’ a small off the grid village on the northern region of Brazil’s amazon. She asked for mine, and I told her. David. From America. Her eyes lit up when she heard I was from the states. I figured it played with the common misconceptions that people from America are people that come from the land of milk and honey. Truth be told my real name is Pontieu, and I am from a small suburb in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Years of traveling have taught me that when you are in a setting such as this, you never reveal your real identity upon first meeting. We enjoyed our drinks and had a cool conversation. Her English was good enough for small chats. I attributed much of the English that she knew was from the many westerners she “befriended.”
When it came time for her to dance again she got up to leave. I asked her to stay awhile and she politely declined. I took a risk and asked what time she would be getting out of here and that if she didn’t have any plan tonight that we should meet up. My heart raced with anticipation to her answer. She flashed me a devilish smiled and to my surprised agreed to meet with me. It took all the self-control in the world to not jump up and down with glee. Women of her ilk are prone to put guys into two categories; tricks and player. Though I was in a gentlemen’s club I didn’t want to be a trick. I was tempted to buy her time like all the guys in here, but I took a liking into her and wanted her to respect me as a player.
We met a few hours later at a popular ‘Boliche’ (Portuguese for nightclub) called Pacha. It’s at the corner of Rafael Obligado and La Pampa. We danced to electronic music till 5 am then we made our way to her place. Her sex drive was really intense and the lovemaking was filled with passion. When she looked into my eyes I could feel like she was peering into my soul. Usually sex with strippers is an impassioned ordeal, something to get over with so that they can collect their money and be out. But that wasn’t the case with me, we had chemistry.
When we were done, she was in no hurry to kick me out and she laid there smoking a cigarette staring at the TV. I asked Maria why did she strip for a living. With eyes like that and a sexy body created by the hands of God, I doubt she would have a hard time finding a husband or a generous benefactor.
“Oh, you want to hear my story and know why I love to dance?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay fine I’ll tell you,” she said. She sighed and turned to look me in the eye.
“I met my husband many years ago when I was fourteen years old and he was twenty-two.
“Fourteen?” I said, but she continued talking as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“He came to our village to play soccer with his team and when I saw him I knew he was the man for me. But what was I to do? I was only fourteen. I prayed every night to Jesus and ask why did he make it impossible for me to be with the man I love? After few times competing with our village his team never came back to play. I was devastated and heartbroken. In secondary school, a lot of the boys wanted to go out with me, I turned them all down because I knew what genuine love was like and didn’t want anything that wasn’t. When I turned eighteen my mother put a lot of pressure on me to marry and so we got into many fights. I told that her that I had found the love of my life and wouldn’t marry anyone else. She called me crazy and delusional, but I never doubted the feeling in my heart.”
She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts and to put out her cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand. “On the day I turned nineteen my friends and I went on vacation in São Paulo. We stayed at one of the beachside hotel. On my last night there I met him at one of the bars in the strip. We bumped into each other and when he looked into my eyes I knew he felt the same about me. He was engaged with someone at the time and later told me that he kept postponing the date for marriage as if he was waiting for someone. He just didn’t know it was me.” She lit up another cigarette and took a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. I caught a another glimpse of her pretty eyes and instantly I was hypnotized. “I never left his side from that day forward and a year later we were married. He long given up soccer when he got injured. He worked as a valet at one of the best hotels in São Paulo. He scraped every dollar he earned and got us a beautiful house. When I got pregnant my parents were full of joy and was able to restored our rocky relationship.”
She paused for a second and continued with the story.
“We gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. We named them Guadalupe and Carlos, every night I would get on my knees and give thanks to Christ Jesus. I just could not believe my fortune; life was truly a blessing. I had a loving husband and two beautiful children.” At this point she shifted her position and laid on the back and just stared at the ceilings with tears pouring down her cheeks. I reached out and wiped them with my index finger. She apologized for getting emotional and told me that this was the first time she had bothered to tell anyone about her past.
“Where is your husband now and your two children?” I asked.
“They are gone from me,” she said. “One day while my husband was out to pick up our children from school, a criminal that was being chased by the police open fire on my husband and my two children who just happened to be at the right place but at the wrong time. And just by a quick second my whole life was irreversibly changed forever. They found the killer and he was later executed by a rival gang, whom my husband was a member of when he was younger.”
“I am so sorry; I feel terrible for your loss.”
She let out a heavy sigh, and began crying uncontrollably. I held her close and tried to consoled her as much as I could.
“I dance because it allows me to forget. I have insomnia, I can’t sleep. I stay up all night and never have to think about my past. But sometimes when I think I about it, I get depressed. When I’m onstage I get to be important and keep my mind of all the sadness in my life. So there’s my story.” She got up and went to the bathroom.
After hearing that heartbroken story it was hard to not want to help in some kind of way. I knew that whatever I said couldn’t reverse whatever pain or misfortune she’d experience in the past. So I did what any reasonable man would do in my position. I emptied out whatever I had on me. I never did go back to gentlemen’s club, because I knew if I did I would be lost in her eyes forever.
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A young professional is on a business trip in the capital of Argentina, where he meets the lovely Maria and falls for her in ways he never thought he would!