Carlos Alberto Castellanos for the night is undress in front of him, wearing sexy clothes to seduce him and he dedicated his show on the catwalk that had become his life. In it, everything was fashion, move on, so modern and passenger and fashionable clothes that used to publicly display wherever parade. Had so long to develop this activity as the age of the models to undress in private before their eyes with hot hoping to access the contacts I had at the world of fashion and money. The woman who showed him that night just came using skin from birth, ie about veintipoquitos, smiled when he took a silver platter the whiskey bottle, glasses and ice bucket. After all, he turned and made over it, with the drug portfolio extracted gold, white and elongated equal sign. But although the model does not guessed this was the last of many nights like he had chosen to live.
The reserved hotel room that boasted all the luxury that was deserved, which was accustomed to after years of being a famous and wealthy model to through countless mornings spent with girls who, despite his youth, was not inexperienced in terms of different modes of battle in the territory of the bed. The fourth
neatness reigned. A faint smell of waxed parquet recent mingled with the delicate scent of air freshener and blooms from roses, which, from three exquisite glass vases carved seemed to suggest an imminent deployment of its petals. Everything in his life smelled good, it was clean and was in order. Even the emotional distance he had with his parents was appropriate, according to him. As I was convinced, if their parents divorced because of her mother and therefore was not provided a home with love and harmony he owed nothing in much less sentimental about economics. Barbara
bent to pick up the white matter. His smile was more appealing at that time. With one hand remained fastened her long blond hair lank and with two fingers pressed the other side of the nose. Carlos Alberto is dilated eyes for the first time that night because of the admiration he awakened him, in particular, the complete picture of big breasts, firm round her and, in general, because of the pink and perfect skin the blue-eyed twenty ay.
few minutes later, he and all his experience in sexual matters were on it. Barbara I looked at the face almost without blinking while moaning so rhythmic, soft.
Suddenly the man noticed that the pillow slowly began to sprout a thick liquid, red, as if it were blood had always hated her. As she seemed surprised and, on the contrary, they continue to note that fully enjoyed the moment, he thought that the drug was taking effect. And more relaxed, closed her eyes to refocus on sex. But when you open them again saw the woman's face began to turn, while it would get dirty yellow hair, not the liquid that continued to flow, but with profuse sweating and nauseous. After just over a minute the metamorphosis was completed and Barbara had a completely different face: it was the Dew, another newcomer model which, the previous weekend, gave his consent to an intimate encounter before it Carlos Alberto proposed. He was about to close his eyes again. If the intention was dismissed because he noticed that his face was becoming Rocio Ximena in another model who insisted at the beginning of each meeting with him in reducing the time spent in undress.
It continued the metamorphosis happening faster. Thus, Carlos Alberto not only saw all the women of this most recent, but also to their past. But they started to appear before your eyes the same faces and then stopped looking at them. The body was invariably that of Barbara, however, cost him a little recognition. In both breasts was discovered scars, which opened slowly, and of these, appeared paths silicone prosthesis. The skin lost its initial smoothness and appearance. Ceased to hold no harsh feel the grooves that his body had suddenly and looked away female thighs also because they were appearing in spots such as betraying the psoriasis.
wanted to dispel his growing boredom and disgust looking in any direction. And so was startled to notice that instead of the vases were now three female mannequins, naked and dirty on the red liquid that flowed steadily from his alleged vaginas and descended down the plastic legs to the feet. But he threw three kisses, making the characteristic gesture with multiple arms and their hands. In it, she went to the bathroom wearing his high heels and swaying her hips, now deformed. Walked away without trying to dodge the puddles that formed thick liquid that also flowed from the walls and equally stained wallpaper and parquet.
He began to hurt the head of an acutely. Decided to run away but felt her body weighed tons. Could not even get up. He thought his head was about to explode.
Nearly three months passed since the last parade, the last drug intake, his last night with a shared model. Had taken the time to reconcile with his father and his brothers, visiting often to help them financially and to study fashion design. No longer went out at night since it was taken very serious about their studies. So much so he adopted the habit of inviting different classmates at his apartment ... to study, as responding to those who dared to ask about it.
