And the first one I actually need to do to her.
The cab pulls up to Aire Barcelona Spa and we jump out. I hold the door for her of course and then escort her in.
“Where are we?”
“Soon to be paradise.”
Not three minutes later she’s saying, “Whoa,” at the sight of the place that was an old warehouse built at the end of the XVII century, but has since been turned into a ‘temple to disconnect your mind and body from the surrounding reality’. And ironically it’s the place I know that by disconnecting, together, we can connect in a new way, like I’m always aiming for.
The interior is completely brick these days and there’s also a swimming pool. Calling this place chic is the understatement of the year.
We’re shown to the private wing I rented just for us. The tiny lanterns are already lit and various bottles of oil rest next to a padded massage table which sits next to a small bookshelf which I was able to reserve separately.
“What is all this?”
“Your perfect playground.”
“But…” It’s taken her breath away and that’s exactly what I’m going for. “How did you know…how could you have…”
“When an opportunity presents itself you have to seize it immediately, or risk losing it forever…and I’d never do that.”
My message isn’t meant to be cryptic. It’s blatantly in your face and a revelation of exactly how I feel.
“So what do we—“
“You, remove your clothes and get up on that table…after picking out a book to read.”
“I wha—“
“I massage every inch of you from head to toe.”
“You’re kidding me?”
“You think I’m going to let anyone, man or woman, lay so much as a finger on you?”
She smiles.
“And there’s a bookstand and a candle under that padded face donut thing so you can read while I relieve all the stress from your back, shoulders, legs…everywhere.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you!”
She jumps up into my arms and I catch her, just as I always will. “You were just you…that’s what you did, and that’s all you’ll ever need to do to win my affection.”
She kisses me hard and I carry her over to the massage table, trying not to get ahead of myself, but she’s pulling my desires out of me, as she always does.
“I’ll be right back. Just to give you a minute to prepare.”
“Thank you.”
I carefully put her feet back on the floor and move into the men’s side of our private wing so I can take a shower myself. I want my hands and body to be perfectly clean before I run my fingers, elbows, and anything I need to do to make her feel more comfortable than she’s ever felt.
Once I’m cleaned up and ready I head back into the room, finding her sitting there on the massage table, sans…everything but a smile.
My dick jerks underneath my robe and I suddenly feel very overdressed.
As I walk I undo the robe’s belt, allowing it to fall to the ground in stride.
“Is that a special massage tool to reach the deep spots?”
“The deepest,” I say as her eyes lock on my rod.
As I reach the table I take her hand and prepare to spin her around into place to begin her massage, but she’s not having it…yet.
“I have to tell you something.”
“Anything.”
“You…you…understand me.”
“Because you’re me, just younger, much more beautiful, and perfect.”
I lean in slowly, just grazing my lips across hers as the tips of our noses gently rub back and forth across each other’s as well. I feel like I’m stuck inside a Disney movie, but the irony is that if this would have happened just a few days ago I would have been dying to get out…now, with her, I never want to leave.
It seems cheesy, corny, and completely girlish if I’m being honest, but honesty…when the right woman hits you, everything changes. And right now everything has been completely flipped upside down.
Because of her. My woman. And now I’m going to show her exactly what that means.
CHAPTER 9
Lizzy
I’ve been a reader, and lover of literature, all my life, and there’s no place more perfect than here, with him.
It’s like we’re stuck in a beautiful dream, a sort of luminated cavern, and I don’t ever want to find the way back out to civilization.
How can I even comprehend that my first time was completely unexpected yet completely perfect as well. I didn’t want to be laid down in a bed…I wanted to be thrown down on a case of books, or against a bookshelf, and fucked against a pile of romance novels while my real life book boyfriend was giving me the happily ever after that those pages promise.
But this doesn’t last forty-five minutes to a few hours…this is for life, and he’s here to become my real life hero…forever.
My eyes close and I smile as Alejandro expertly drips massage oil right down my spinal column, putting my whole body on alert thanks to the vibrations it sends all the way from my scalp to my toes.
“Read any good books lately?” he asks, and I can’t help but smile. I know he knows I am too, even though my face is buried in the donut as I look down at a few books I chose.
“Well, actually…I have.”
Over the next I don’t even know how many minutes or hours, heck it might even be days for all I know, those long thick digits of his work their magic. First starting in my scalp, then my upper neck, across my shoulders and down my back.
All the weight of the world, all the stress, all the sleeping crooked at home and then in the airplane a few days ago…the new pillow at the hotel that I’m not used to, the thoughts of my final year of school and getting a job…all of that just washes away like the Mediterranean as it laps at the shore, taking more and more worries with it each time he moves his fingers along my body.
Even though his hands are rough, blistered, and I even detect some scars, they’re also gentle when they need to be and apply pressure when the time is right.
We discuss romance novels, psychology even including the twelve archetypes from Jung and the role they play in romance, and in life. Although he doesn’t read romance he’s well read in general, and understands the troupes, which makes the conversation fun. It also doesn’t hurt that his voice is deep, gravelly, and made to echo off these brick walls and the private pool next to us.
The deep timbre that comes from within his chest when he talks is more than just the prototypical romance book hero. He’s got something more, something real.
And for a while I forget the one and only thing he has that bothers me to some degree…his friendship with my father.
It’s both beautiful, and what drew us together, and tragic, and what can pull us apart.
“Do you think we’re star crossed lovers?”
“That would imply that we’re lovers.”
“Well?” Did I go too far too soon?
“I don’t think we’re either, and I know we’re not about to succumb to the fate of Romeo and Juliet. We’re going to write our own story and have one of those happy endings you’ve spoken about this evening.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’m going to make it happen.”
“You sound confident.”
“Jung had twelve archetypes, but when it comes to you I only need two…the hero and the lover. The rest will work itself out.”
I smile. “Just like that knot you worked out of my shoulder.”
“I got it?” The enthusiasm in his voice at the knowledge that he pleased me, pleases me even more.
“You got it.”
“Of course I did, you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve got you.”
I feel his thick forearms, that are like braided ropes, slide across my back quickly followed by his eight pack abs. But when his chiseled jawli
ne grazes my shoulder and his perfect white teeth take hold of my earlobe, it’s then I know he’s mounted me.
“You know how hard, yet how enjoyable, it was for me to massage you this whole time?”
“How hard?”
I feel his groin flex and he thumps the shaft and head of his cock against my back.
“Yeah, that’s…pretty hard.”
“Pretty hard?”
I giggle and roll around underneath him, finding a perfect position on my back.
“This summer’s never going to end,” he says as he looks at me like he’s never been more certain of anything in his life.
“I don’t want it to either.”
“It doesn’t matter what you want…I’m not going to let it, because I want you and I will have you…always.”
I take hold of his cock with my hand and line it up to my entrance as he leans in and kisses me softly.
“Fill me. Remind me why I’m yours,” I say, and he does exactly as I ask, sliding slowly into me.
The other day in the library we fucked…like bunnies. Tonight, we begin the process of making love. One that will take us from the massage table, to the pool, and likely back…unless we don’t get distracted by the brick wall first. I wouldn’t mind a few scrapes and scratches on my perfectly relaxed back now.
He made me feel pleasure, and now I’m ready for the kind of pain that’s a different kind of pleasure.
Anything to feel alive, and that’s exactly how he’s made me feel since the moment he laid eyes on me.
And that’s how he says it’s always going to be…and I trust him, because he’s mine.
CHAPTER 10
Alejandro
“I think Lizzy and I are gonna go for a little father daughter time today, Alejandro…if that’s all right with you.”
I look at Eric and then back at Lizzy, who looks like she’s just been as completely blindsided as I have.
“Yeah, sure. I understand.” Although I can’t say I agree with it or like it one bit.
“Thanks. We’ll just grab breakfast out too. That’s good, right? You probably want to explore the city a bit on your own too, maybe have some me time, chase some skirts?”
“Chase some skirts? I’ve never really been a…skirt chaser? That’s what you called it.”
“You know what I mean, man. You could be on the cover of Spanish GQ.” He pauses. “Anyway, it’s not important. We’ll catch you this evening.”
I watch as the two of them walk out, Lizzy turning and lifting her palms to the air as her dad shuts the hotel door in a manner that lets me know all I need to.
Coming home at four in the morning probably wasn’t the best way to build trust with Eric. Then again, Lizzy is an adult and he should trust her already.
Granted Eric surely has some trust issues after finding out his wife’s been sleeping around and already on her second, or is it third, guy since they recently split up.
I can’t blame him I guess, but you can’t throw the baby out with the bathwater. Not all women are like that, of course. It's only a super small minority, although not the smallest minority in the world…one in nearly eight billion…his daughter, the only one for me.
“Mierda!” I say, cursing as I drop down onto the couch.
They’re only here ten days and he just took one of those days from me, from us. And from the looks of things this might be the tip of the iceberg.
I have to get out in front of this before it blows up in my face, but how?
Do I just come out and tell him and possibly turn this entire vacation into one bad memory for him…at least in the short term?
Or do I slow play it and spring it on him at the end?
The bottom line is that I want to spend time with both of them. Eric’s the one who got tripped up on the paella last night. It’s not my fault that we enjoyed the city while he was at home in bed. But I will take complete responsibility if I don’t man up, and be that hero that I told Lizzy I was last night, and make her mine before this holiday is over.
My phone vibrates on the end table and I reach for it, hoping for a quick distraction, or preferably some good news.
Jason was asking about you. I already set it up so you two are going out when you get back.
What the…
Those Spanish guys missed their chance. They’re not real men like what we have back home.
I squeeze the phone so tight I damn near crush it.
The phone vibrates again and I can’t help but look at it.
I’m gonna get you laid before summer’s over if it’s the last thing I do.
I want to toss it against the wall, but something in me flashes reason and I just throw it onto the couch across the room.
I never meant to look at Lizzy’s phone. It’s just now that I realize we both have the exact same model and she left it in the spot where I often leave mine. I look back at the table, but don’t see mine.
She must have grabbed mine on the way out by accident. Her dad did pretty much grab her by the back of the neck and drag her out the door this morning.
So she’s got my phone and I’ve got an empty hotel room.
This is not what I flew up from Valencia for. Granted, I came to see her dad, but that changed the moment she appeared at the rooftop dipping pool. But right now I’m the one who feels like a dip shit.
I slap my hand against my forehead. And that might be exactly what I am if the message that’s supposed to come in this week comes in today.
“Mierda! Mierda! Mierda!”
CHAPTER 11
Lizzy
“What did you want to see today, dad?”
“Oh…nothing in particular. Can’t a father just want to spend time with his daughter?”
“Of course.” But of course it seems like there’s a whole heck of a lot more to his reply than that.
We walk for a few minutes and kind of out of the blue my dad just turns and basically hip checks me towards a coffee shop. “This place looks as good as any.”
I freeze, shooting him an eye but he just ignores me and grabs a seat.
I sit down next to him and a few minutes later we order some simple pastries and coffees before my dad decides he wants to wash his hands first.
I sit and wonder if today’s going to continue being as weird as it’s already started. And more importantly I wonder if there’s going to be a way to get out of this whole thing and get back to spending more time with Alejandro.
It’s not that I want to ditch my dad. Not at all. It’s just that I feel like we could have more fun together, the three of us.
I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and dig it out.
Hey love. What do you think of these?
I cock an eyebrow for a second time in under a minute, but this time it’s not directed towards my dad. It’s at the phone and the images of barely clothed women which are loading in rapid succession.
It’s a bunch of young women about my age, models for sure…if that’s the proper term, and all of them in simple swimsuits. Front and back pics plus close-up of their chests and…yeah, the area below.
We can discuss which ones you like and the pricing. xoxo
WTF?
My head is literally spinning and it’s not because I’ve quickly realized I grabbed the wrong phone this morning. It’s something way, way, way more nefarious than that.
I quickly Google “prostitution in Spain.”
The first article that comes up is the one from Wikipedia. That’s expected.
The second is titled, Prostitution is seen as a leisure activity here.
Excuse me?
It’s an article from The Guardian, a U.K. newspaper’s website and I quickly scan it, my eyes stopping on the part that says, “Recent estimates put revenue from Spain’s domestic sex trade at $26.5bn a year, with hundreds of licensed brothels and an estimated workforce of 300,000.”
I feel like I’m going to puke and I haven’t even had anything to eat yet…which might just be a blessi
ng in disguise.
I hit the back button and read about how guys come across the border from France to visit the many brothels located just over the border.
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