Retribution

There was a frenzy at the entrance to the El Duеlо film studio's security checkpoint. Dozens of journalists with cameras, voice recorders, video cameras, and other reporter's gear were lying in wait for a big catch: the movie star Lea Velar and her husband, Ricardo Muñoz. Ever since their return to Spain, the star couple had been avoiding the paparazzi, who were ready to eat their own recorders rather than give up.

At one point, the nervous clamor suddenly intensified, as if someone had turned up the volume knob, and the crowd rushed toward a car that had pulled up to the curb.

Its doors opened with difficulty, crushing the most agile ones, and Muñoz's shaved head appeared from the car. Cursing, he got out and began to push his way

through the forest of voice recorders that had suddenly bristled on the sidewalk. A woman's leg followed him out, and two-thirds of the recorders started to turn toward her… but, bumping into the glossy black nose of its owner, they turned back in disappointment.

Leaving the unknown black woman alone, the recorders rushed after Muñoz. Grimacing, he tried to make his way to the checkpoint. Questions rained down on him—from four sides at once, and sometimes even from above and below:

 — Señor Muñoz, how are you feeling?…

 — Has Spain changed during this time?..

 — What kept you going in Africa?..

 — Your favorite ties?..

 — The plot of the new film?..

 — Where is Señora Lea?..

 — When is the premiere?..

 — Why did you..

 — When…

 — Where…

 — What…

 — Stooooooooooop!!!

Muñoz was shaking like an alarm clock. The volume knob immediately turned back two notches, and Muñoz's open mouth regained its voice:

 — … not all at once! One at a time! Someone, one person! You, come on! — he grabbed the nearest female reporter by the tits and pulled her toward him. — Come on! Ask your questions, just make it quick!

 — Wwwww… wel… wel…

 — What?!

 — Wel… welcome back, Señor Muñoz!

 — Well, thank you! What else?

 — What helped you during the filming?

 — Homesickness. Am I answering correctly?

 — What did you do in the jungle?

 — Masturbation.

 — Where is Señora Lea?

 — Having fun.

 — Who is this lady with you?

 — This… this is Aela Ravel, a makeup artist from Africa.

 — Señora Lea's attitude toward her…

 — Reverential!

 — Why does Señora Lea appear nude in your films and never poses for glossy magazines? Do you forbid…

 — No. She just doesn't like it.

 — It's been five years since you've been together! The secret of your love?

 — Excitement. The desire to win a duel.

 — A duel?..

 — Yes. All the best! — Muñoz had stealthily made his way to the entrance and, letting Aela Ravel go ahead, who flashed her dark glasses, slammed the door behind him.

While the swarm of reporters buzzed excitedly, the happy correspondent straightened her crumpled bust and turned to the camera:

 — You have just watched an exclusive interview given specifically to the Brillо TV channel by Señor Ricardo Muñoz, the director of the cult dramas "The Lark," "The Era of Eros," and "Sweet Death" starring his wife Lea Velar, the sex symbol of the new generation. The heroine of Muñoz's concepts is the modern woman, shown in the shocking nakedness of soul and body. Let me remind you that Ricardo and Lea, with their three-year-old daughter Beatrice, have returned from Central Africa, where filming for the new movie "Retribution" took place. Stay with us! Brillо is always up to date with the latest news in the world of film, fashion, and show business…

***

At the same time, Julio Perro, a sound engineer at the elite Sincеridаd studio, was telling Tonio Semental, the promotion manager:

 — You've never seen one like her. Petite, busty like that… Such a provincial little pussycat, eyes downcast, face like a cream cake… A little bit like that one, what's her name… the one in "Sweet Death," — but a redhead, brown-eyed, and—like a hothouse flower! You almost feel sorry to fuck her.

 — Well then don't fuck her! Give her to me.

 — Oh! Absolutely!..

Julio and Tonio had arranged their lives splendidly. Sincеridаd was a loophole into the world of showbiz, and girls aspiring to stardom had to pass through its filter, which was set up in an extremely simple way. Every girl, regardless of her age, skills, or talent, had to sleep with Julio and Tonio. The future star had only one choice: to give herself to them one after the other—or simultaneously. Most girls chose the second option, to cut their whoring in half.

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*An elite restaurant in Madrid. — author's note.

The girl Julio was talking about came that same evening.

The suited, cologned gentlemen Perro and Semental were stern and unyielding, like true pros… but this game cost them a whole vial of testosterone. The timid girl, who desired a star career, somehow imperceptibly, inadvertently boiled their blood so much that it was impossible to bear.

 — I was told to come alone, without a manager, without… I don't know, I don't understand all these things… but you, probably…

She had exactly what they valued most: a combination of velvety, untouched girlish charm—with a tickling sexuality, swollen beneath a layer of habitual semi-childish behavior.

 — … At your age, it's time to understand everything, Lucia! You are Lucia, right? See, I remember your name—and do you know how many like you we have? Make an effort, Lucia, since you came here, and let's not waste time.

 — Yes-yes, of course, I'll try…

 — You'll try at home. Here, just remember you're not ten or fifteen. How old are you?

Her sexuality was all the more stunning because it was natural, like breathing; it came from nature—from the depths of her body, straining the narrow tunic dress, from the depths of her brown eyes, shining with sweet, mind-boggling embarrassment…

 — … Well, my girl, at eighteen many already have children! I hope you know how children are made? Or do you "not understand" that either?

 — Uhhh… — Lucia laughed nervously, covering her face with her hand. Her reddish hair, slightly tinted, abundantly fluffy like Renoir's girls, tousled over her shoulders and back.

 — Uhhh! — Tonio mimicked her. — Well, it's okay, we'll sort it all out now. It can't be that such a beautiful… have you been told you're good-looking, Lucia? I say this as an aesthete, as an admirer of pure beauty… You are beautiful—so you're already an adult, Lucia. And you must understand that…

Tonio was feeding her the usual spiel, without which no studio fuck was complete—and thought to himself: "when will it be already?…"

Usually, he enjoyed his role as a secret spider, pulling the victim into the web,—but now impatience was spoiling the whole game for him. The naive, teasingly sexy Lucia seemed to say with her whole appearance: "I am unbearably, impossibly attractive… but I'm not to blame for it. I don't even suspect how I affect men. I don't want this, it just happens to me…"

 — We'll give you time, but… Girls like you… No one is obliged to do you… The market… Prospects… Demand… Marketing… We'll listen to your songs, but… — Tonio droned on at her. Lucia looked at him with her velvety gaze,—and suddenly Julio's voice cut into the monologue:

 — Now, now, buddy! We just enjoy looking at you, my girl. So much so that we might discuss some matters with you… I suggest we do it over a glass of wine. What do you say, sweetie?

 — I… of course! With pleasure! I'm so grateful to you! — Lucia dazzled them with a smile that made their balls itch.

 — You forgot to listen to her, — Tonio whispered to his friend, following him up the stairs.

 — Ah!… — he waved his hand. — … Come in, come in, Lucia, don't be shy, make yourself at home…

***

Half an hour later, Lucia, flushed from wine and from what she had heard, sat in an Empire-style armchair and stared straight ahead.

 — … How can we accommodate you if you don't want to do us a little favor?

Her face shone with such a fireworks display of emotions that Julio and Tonio's pants were practically bursting. Lucia was impossibly beautiful at that moment, and her shock tickled their blood like a drug.

Having made up her mind, she stood up and pulled off her tunic. It was obvious it was the first time she had undressed in front of people,—but she did it so smoothly and naturally, as no seasoned stripper could have. The cherry fabric slid off her taut body, baring all its curves…

Julio and Tonio felt a pang in their guts. Lucia's flexible, mature, matte-pink body from wine and shame trembled under their gazes like a living ray. Her bare breasts, large, thrust upward, aimed at the connoisseurs of pure beauty—one at Julio, the other at Tonio,—and glowed with a juicy feminine power that made you want to howl like a jackal. Freeing her head from the tunic, Lucia shook her red mane—and stood before the connoisseurs in only black, lacy, semi-transparent panties…

 — What lingerie you have, Lucia! Does your man like sexy lingerie? Do you have a man?

 — No… Sorry… I don't… Sorry… — Lucia suddenly jerked and shoved her head back into the dress. — Forgive me… — she bumped into the armchair, almost fell, and, catching herself, ran for the exit, trying to get dressed on the go.

 — Lucia! Stop! Lucia! — two voices shouted in unison, interrupting each other.

Lucia froze. The dress, hitched up on her hips, slightly revealed her matte skin and the black lace of her panties…

 — … Lucia! First, you forgot your bag. Do you want to give it to us? Second… — Julio took over twice as loudly, and Lucia, taking two steps toward the bag, stopped. — SECOND! If you don't do what you're asked… you seemed to need our services? Our studio only helps obedient girls, Lucia! Do you understand me? Obedient girls who love the caresses of experienced men. This rule is always followed. ALWAYS! Do you understand me? Do you understand or not?

Stunned, Lucia looked at him.

 — Do you understand? Do you understand me or not? Answer! I can't hear you!..

His balls had long been boiling like coffee makers,—so Julio voiced what was never said outright. He was counting on shock—and he wasn't wrong.

 — Yyyyyes… — Lucia responded barely audibly.

 — If you understand,—what should you do? Huh?

Lucia silently took off her dress.

 — … And that's all?

Lucia looked at Julio for a while. Then she pulled down her panties, revealing a red, hairy crotch.

 — Well! That's a different matter altogether! —&