Instincts #1

The first time I saw Laura didn't catch my attention the slightest bit. I was so used to crossing paths with girls like her every day that I did a quick scan and went to put away the new models that had just arrived at the galleries. She was tall, brunette with long and smooth hair, graceful movements, and that carriage that characterized those of her status.By that time, I thought I was so expert in women yummy that when she appeared ten minutes later in the shoe section with the uniform of the galleries, I froze. How could I have been so wrong about it?Still processing that she, who seemed just out of a massive loft in the high zone of Barcelona, was going to be my assistant for the next few months. In the autumn season, the section became especially crowded and an extra pair of hands would come in handy for me to attend to all the clients as they deserved.Is it Adela? I'm Laura, the new one. Nice to meet you - she said, and her lips drew a dazzling smile, just like those invisible orthodontic ads. When I saw her expression turn confused, I assume it was due to my inability to speak after the surprise, so I snapped out of my trance. Welcome, Laura. They didn't tell me you were starting today, sorry. They called me yesterday to start earlier because a new capsule is premiering in the showroom tomorrow, right?Her gaze wandered every pair of words on the shelves filled with shoes that were to either side. She was nervous.

—Yes, when there are premieres this place fills up more than usual —I smoothed out my features and smiled at her, trying to project a friendlier image than I had obtained until then. —It's great you're here.

And when I said it, I still didn't know how much it would be.No, look, the best way to clean shoes is with a microfiber damp cloth, the brush is only for the soles, do you see? --Understood --she whispered softly. Her hands held each shoe as if it were Cinderella's made of pure crystal. Those long and fine fingers were also agile while removing dust from each piece. Throughout the day, I discovered that she came from a working-class neighborhood on the outskirts of the city and had been unemployed for five months before being hired. She had worked in other shoe repair shops in Barcelona, 'but none like this', she said. I immediately knew what she meant. Luxury.The contrast between what I was getting from her physical appearance when I saw her moving around the room - which was yummy and had life resolved - and who she really was fascinated me. I was intrigued each time, just like a puzzle with a thousand pieces. I searched for details, clues that would tip the scales, and by mid-afternoon I thought I found one relevant enough.Oh, wow, and these boots? --I was looking at them as if I had never seen something so impressive before. That could only mean one thing: she wasn't used to luxury brands. --Oh, yes, they're the Roman Stud, Valentino Garavani's star model for this season. --They're beautiful. --Like you, I wanted to say.Because the more time passed, the harder it was for me not to notice how the pants of his uniform clung to his body with elegance. When he moved, the fabric of the crotch accompanied his steps with a sway that had me entranced. Even the shirt, which came too big or too tight on the rest of us, fit her perfectly tailored. It was as if she were born to wear that uniform. Or rather, to make it impossible not to think about what was underneath.Seven centimeters of wide heel, toothed rubber sole and round tip. The zipper is on the inner part, so you only see... —The rivets —ended for me. I caressed the row of rivets on the cane with my fingertips and wondered if I would touch other more intimate places with such delicacy. —We should meet after work to take a glass of wine. I launched my words without having thought them through, and she could feel my spontaneity because she abandoned Roman Stud completely and connected her gaze with mine. She tilted her head, her cheeks flushed slightly.It won't please you who I am outside here —And a nervous little laugh. She looked me up and down, as if she wanted to undress me with her eyes, but also as if she were weighing my offer.

Instead of scaring me, those words made my interest grow even more.

—Why do you say that?

—My things —she replied, making a gesture with her hand. —It would be better for everything to stay here, in the galleries.

There was a nuance in her tone: a sense of surrender, a halo of sadness. I wished to erase it with my fingers and mouth... but I restrained my desire to insist. I kept labeling the boxes of new products in silence, while trying to quench my desire to get to know her better. To decipher her completely.At the little while, my intelligent watch emitted a beep and I looked at the time. Our turn had ended.

—It's eight o'clock, Laura, we can leave now.

When I turned around, she was looking at me with a certain sadness. I smiled in response, exhausted, and walked towards the changing rooms to get rid of the uniform and the fatigue of that day with a split shift. As soon as I crossed the door, I felt a hand grabbing my arm and pushing me inside. Before I realized it, Laura's anatomy was against mine.Our bodies were so stuck together that I could feel his uncontrolled breathing against my chest, his gasps in my mouth. —What's there to say about you not liking who I am outside of here? —I wanted to know. I had to be sure he wouldn't back down. —Technically, we haven't left here. —Immediately, his lips captured mine and it became impossible for him to emit a few words as a response. Soon, I forgot everything, focused only on how his mouth moved over mine, thirsty. Anyone would say I was desperate to show him that if I wanted, yes, he could please me. Like it mattered.All the care with which I had touched my shoes just minutes before evaporated. My hands, now firm and unyielding, forced me to turn around and I ended up against the wall.

—Isn't anyone coming?

—In her voice there was no trace of care, tenderness, meticulousness. But elegance still lingered in her words entirely.

I denied it.

—the rest stays for another hour to iron and press the clothes.Growled, and his lips began to slide across the bristly skin of my neck as they repeated, once after another, a soft 'like...'. With each millimeter that his mouth advanced towards my chin I forgot how much I had come to confuse myself.So, everything made sense.

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