Hey, I’m Veronica and I grew up in Mexico. My family had always been poor and one day we decided to move to the US for a better life. But once we arrived, things only got harder. My mom couldn’t find a job, so my sister and I were practically homeless.
In a last attempt, I decided to look for a boyfriend or some kind of man that could support us financially. I mean, I was 21 and rather good looking.
I bought a short dress and some high heels. Then I went to the most exclusive bar in our city. A lot of weird guys approached me and I was willing to say yes to any of them. But of course, I wanted to see just how well I could do.
There was one guy in the corner, sitting right next to an extremely beautiful girl. He was holding her in his muscular arms. And his face was so damn handsome.
I normally wouldn’t do such things, but I just sat next to him and interrupted his conversation with the other beautiful girl. I said “hey, my name is Veronica. You are very handsome.”He turned to me and said “you look good too.”I could see he was a playboy. He had been with many girls. And the way he stared into my eyes told me he was dangerous.
The other girl got jealous and tried to get his attention back, but he pushed her down the coach to make more space for me. I realised just how muscular and strong he was. He put his big arms around me. If he wanted he could have hurt me so easily but I’d never felt more attracted to a guy. I leaned over to him to try and kiss him. But he pushed me away and said “You think you can have me that easily?”
I said “I will do anything to please you”And he responded “will you?”He pressed me against his big body. I was so small compared to him.
After we left the bar, I followed him to his car. I wasn’t sure if I should go with him. I had just met him. And I saw in his face that he wasn’t a pushover. No, he had no problem to hurt someone. And against my instinct, I went home with him.
On the ride, he put his big hand upon my leg. I was wearing a short dress and his hand went all around my thigh.
When we arrived at his home, I realised how rich he was. I asked him what he was doing for a living and he told me he was a professional athlete.
Well, that explained why he was so muscular. And we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. We made out right on the living room coach.
I loved the way he put his big hand around my neck. It was such a thrill. He could have hurt me so easily. But that’s what I liked.
The next morning I woke up. I asked him for his number, but he said this was a 1 time thing. I was devastated and told him I’d do absolutely anything for him.
He said “anything?”
I said “yes”
And he said “even if it hurts?”
I said yes again.
I can’t tell you what he did to me next, only that it hurt a lot. But I somehow liked it and I had marks all over my shoulders. Afterward, he allowed me to stay at his place and even gave me a monthly allowance of 1500$ that I handed down to my mom and sister.
We were living this way for several months. But I knew he didn’t want me forever. I was just a toy for him. So I did something morally questionable and got deliberately pregnant even though he didn’t want that.
And after I gave birth to his child, he had to pay me child support. It’s a lot. Even though he doesn’t spend time with his child, I still sometimes come and visit him. You know? Just to have some fun. He is the best at it.
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