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LA CHINA
CAPITULO 1
ARROYO AUTOMOTORES



Siempre soñé con la familia perfecta, un buen esposo, amante, compañero, cómplice, rodeada de hijos, muchos hijos, verlos crecer a mi lado, y terminar mis días rodeada del amor de pequeños e inocentes nietos…
Después de varios noviazgos, conocí a Jorge, el hombre indicado, grave error, creo que mis sueños se fueron a la papelera de reciclaje apenas terminamos nuestra luna de miel, todo lo perfecto de un noviazgo perfecto cambió cuando empezamos a convivir.
Una cosa fue llevando a otra, las discusiones se hicieron moneda corriente, cada uno viviendo en su mundo, en sus realidades, y la rutina nos devoró poco a apoco.
Es cierto, la situación no ayudaba, nos faltaba el dinero y ambos trabajábamos demasiado, por mi parte lo hacía en un fast food, doce horas al día, todos los días, en especial fines de semana, apenas tenía un día al azar cada tanto, no era vida.

Los encuentros con mi marido se hicieron esporádicos, rápidos, casi mas una cuestión de compromiso que de amor, siempre cansados, con poco inventiva, tradicionales, en cinco años de matrimonio Jorge había cambiado tanto que nada quedaba de ese hombre que me había enamorado, el siempre me dejaba caliente, tenía su orgasmo y se daba vuelta a dormir, yo no sabía lo que era acabar haciendo el amor y poco a poco me acostumbré a esa forma de vida, lo curioso es que volví mentalmente a mi adolescencia, a fantasear, a masturbarme a escondidas, el mejor sexo me lo daban mis dedos, era una mierda…
Creo que lo único que me sacaba de la rutina era mis ganas de superarme, seguir estudiando ingles a como fuera posible se transformaba en mi válvula de escape…

LikedIn sería la llave para cambiar mi vida, alguien se interesó en mi perfil, y tuve una nueva propuesta de trabajo, Arroyo Automotores era un conocido taller de chapería y pintura de mi ciudad, de los mejorcitos y ahí fui a mi primera entrevista con mis ilusiones bajo el brazo.
Al llegar, la primera imagen no pudo ser mas deprimente, un enorme galpón lleno de coches chocados, un pestilente aroma en el ambiente a pinturas y solventes al menos era algo diferente al clásico olor a frituras del fast food, ese olor que cada día llevaba en mis cabellos.
Pero lo más chocante fue el ambiente de trabajo, eran todos hombres, y las paredes estaban plagadas de esas fotos clásicas, esos almanaques con mujeres perfectas, desnudas, mostrando sus tetas, mostrando su sexo, me sentí fatal…


A large type, about two meters tall and obese in excess, introduced himself as the manager and then indicated that I should follow him. We walked to the end of the enormous hall, avoiding scattered car parts and discreet glances from the boys at the workshop. We climbed a staircase to a small semi-basement where Carlos, the manager's name, told me to wait. In those seconds, I understood how it worked; that sector was like the command bridge of a ship, large windows gave onto the front of the hangar and from there you could see everything being done, far from those nauseating odors you could breathe in a fragrance of eucalyptus, polished floors, air conditioning, I observed every detail until the door to the main office opened, it was the first image of Claudio Monardes, the man who would change my life.

The guy had forty years, ten more than me, tall, slender and well-built, a faded blonde hair, almost chestnut, perfectly trimmed beard, bronzed and deep green eyes that I felt burning when he looked at me. Claudio wore a white shirt, an impeccable dark blue suit and a red tie cutting through the colors, black shoes that shone, he approached me politely to receive me, kissed my cheek and overwhelmed me with a lotion as deep as the green of his eyes.

We sat facing each other and started talking about the job proposal, it would be his personal secretary, I needed someone who could handle papers, payments, salaries, and above all, someone who knew English, in a increasingly globalized world the language was vital. The offer was tempting from any angle, the pay was almost double, the schedule was limited to weekdays and Claudio seemed like a good guy, even I couldn't overlook the detail that while he talked to me, he played unconsciously with his golden wedding ring on his finger cancel. And there I went, my new job, supposed to be new air for my marriage, but I ended up wrong again, the houses didn't improve with Jorge, they got worse...

And you know how crazy the situation was? I started blaming myself for what was happening, felt like I was ugly in his eyes, even though I'm not, maybe I was bad in bed, maybe, predictable, boring, too many questions, few answers...

In six months I had total control of the situation, my position, my work, but it wasn't just in the laboral that progressed, Claudio, my boss, was a very intriguing type, always well-dressed, always perfect, always gentle, always chivalrous, and the daily rubbing created a dangerous intimacy, he would look at me indiscreetly, play with his words, abuse my pretended innocence, make me laugh, had baptized me as 'the Chinese', and in that place everyone called me that, never noticed it, but it was true, when I laughed my eyes would tear up and I really looked like a Chinese...

But despite everything, I maintained my distance, his wife would visit occasionally, a very beautiful woman, with a great butt, big tits, a very gentle person with everyone, except for me, for some reason she didn't like me and it was mutual...

When she arrived, he would tell me not to bother him, that he would be busy, and you'll think the same as I thought, marriage, locked up alone, no one bothering them... ahhh!!! I died imagining the other side, in my office, squeezing my intimacy rhythmically until I reached uncontrollable orgasms, if only my husband had something like what my boss had...

And the intimacy continued to increase, glances, gestures, it was just a matter of time...

One day Claudio called me for a consultation, he was standing at the foot of the desk and reading papers from a folder, we talked and when I turned around, he gave me a subtle slap on the booty, I didn't say anything, let him do it, and in the next opportunity I received the palm of his hand. Giving me a gentle pinch on one of my buttocks, I knew I was going to get it, but I didn't know when... CONTINUARA If you're over 18, you can write to me with the title 'LA CHINA' at dulces.placeres@live.com