Alta historia verdadera: "Mi encuentro con Jésica Cir

Hello to all!! Today I'm going to tell you the story of something that happened to a friend of mine from P! It's very good and it's 100% true!! Enjoy it!!

Well, let me tell you: everything happened in the summer season of 2007. I, tired of my previous job (which doesn't matter), decided to start a new one, and I found an acquaintance who proposed working in security at the Hotel Costa Galana (Mar del Plata) during the summer. At first, I refused: No, I won't hit even a fly, I told my friend, who replied: But it's a joke, you have to take care of a hotel gallery, there's very good loot. Finally, I accepted...

I started working 8 hours a day with a weekly salary. At that time, the hotel was revolutionized because, just a few days after my start date, the program Almorzando con Mirtha Legrand (for those at the hotel La Chiqui) began. Well, then I thought: I'm going to be on TV!, because, effectively, they gave me a job in Mrs. Legrand's private security and another colleague. Of course, I accepted! Then, when she went out to the hotel courtyard to do her show, I met many whores... like Valeria Archimo, Adabel Guerrero, Julieta Prandi, etc... but never my love... Jésica Cirio...

One common day like all, tired of walking around in a suit under the 35-degree heat on the hotel's patio, when I was leaving, they told me for my surprise: Tomorrow is GENTE magazine's party. You have to work double shift and take care of the gallery. There was nothing left but to accept. And now comes the good part... and what I still can't believe today...

The GENTE party started and 250 monkeys from the Palumbo company arrived, all assigned to the hotel security. They called me on my handy and told me that they were now in charge of the party: Obey their orders (And, of course, if they were gorillas who put the fear in you, how could I tell them no?). Well, one of them, kindly, asked me: What are you doing here?... Nothing, I have to take care of the gallery, but they told me you would reassign me.... Ahh..., she replied, if you want go home because there are many or... go down to the party. WHAT?!???, Is it true?, I said. She nodded, but it wasn't for fun, it was to keep an eye on things. Jeje... When the party started, people of all colors and shapes began to fall from the gallery to the salon and from the salon to VIP. Then I said: If you want I can accompany the people to the salon or to the VIP zone.... No drama, they told me.

What happened...? Jessica Cirio arrived. THIS IS MINE, I SAID!!! I couldn't believe it: she had fallen with a blue low-cut dress, black shoes, gathered hair, and a black bag, TREMENDAAA!!!. Well, they told me to accompany her to the VIP zone, not the salon. SIIII!!!!, I said with a smile as big as the slut from Alice in Wonderland.

When she saw me, Jessica handed me the bag and looked at me: Come with me, okay?... ¡Ahhh...! I almost died! The words wouldn't come out. I whispered a timid and stuttering yes that barely she heard... well, I showed her the way to go and asked if we were going to take the elevator. Of course!. We got into the elevator and inside there were two refined old men who didn't even recognize her. To get there, we had to go first to the 13th floor to drop off the guests who had nothing to do with the party.

I was FELIZZ!!! They took me for a walk with caramel flowers 13 floors!!. When the old men got out, the door automatically closed. Jesi asked me what floor the VIP salon was on. For this, we were alone in the elevator, just her and I. I told her it was on the second underground level. While pressing the elevator button...

I thought of ten thousand things to say to her... and another 100,000 to do with her!!! But nothing came out. The intimidation power she has with such a body is incomparable. When we were on the fifth floor, she looked at herself in the Mirror of the elevator and it asks if there were cameras. I tell him no, I think not. And... what does that very daughter of a slut do ??? SHE SHOWS HER RIGHT BREAST IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR AND ADJUSTS HER DRESS AS IF SHE WERE ALONE IN A CHANGING ROOM OR SOLO, FORGETTING ME COMPLETELY! I REMAINED SILENT, ATONISHED, MY PRESSURE FELL, I WENT CRAZY, I ERUPTED, I EXCITED, I GAVE UP ON EVERYTHING in those 5 seconds when she showed her right breast. I WANTED TO DIE!! I couldn't say anything, nothing could be done... for a moment I thought of raping her... and then I stepped on the floor and told myself The 250 monkeys are going to kill me! Finally we arrived at the second underground level, she got off the elevator, looked at me and said a simple 'Thanks', and while turning around I said 'You're a killer!!!'. She turned, smiled and never saw her again, but that image will stay with me forever. What do you think? Comment, comment, comment!!!