Sweet Blackmail

| YOUNG SPINELS|

Do you know why you're here right now, Miss Jennifer Santos?

I question impassively, the face turns into a mask of coldness and wickedness to camouflage the anger I feel of the little woman in front of me who tapes me with the big brown eyes wide in the orbits, for having been caught by a crime. But the real problem is not that it is a simple trivial crime. The structural and voluptuous brunette formed by sin, committed a great crime, the worst mistake she ever made in her short life: she had stolen giovani spinelli's luxury car!

How will people respect a successful CEO with a long career, despite being only 38 years old, if a simple naughty thief managed to take from me a precious asset, a vehicle that was more than a luxury car, was my xodó?

I wonder when everyone will begin to mock my honor, and make a big snowball the mess that will affect my business, my companies, my career and everything I fought to build with the sweat of my face, the fruit of my effort, because of this brutal affront made to me. I couldn't even locate it in time before the vehicle's carcass had already been dismantled into a clandestine dismantle, and the parts resold quickly on the black market. There was no shadow of what my precise car had ever been. And now all the appreciation, respectability, and the strong and imposing image I have built for many years is about to collapse if this crime is discovered that will destroy my morale forever before society.

But this girl will pay me with very high interest this contempt and affront! Oh, if you're going to... that's what I think of myself, looking at her standing in front of my desk, after the private detective I had hired, had brought her into my office in the company presidency, left here, and left after receiving the last part of the payment for the investigation of the crime and gave me the person responsible for such contempt: a young 20-year-old thief, Jennifer Santos.

The thief has a slender body, an attractive and exotic beauty that immediately attracts my attention, and the teasing soon after. I watch her carefully from top to bottom, from her long dark hair, down her thin, delicate face, with brown eyes and a mouth of full, fleshy, full lips that inspire a lot of spicy ideas in my connected brain, but I don't stop there. I continue to briefly analyze by its narrow neck, thin shoulders, and i come to a more interesting part: the abundant and round breasts that mark the fabric of the blouse you are wearing right now. I salivo, crazy to grope those decilinhas with my fingers and taste with my mouth the flavor they must have.

Inside my pants, my cock soon gives a sign of life by hardening with the vision of dark sin in front of me. I need to uncover it under neath all these layers of horrible clothes. That's what I conclude with conviction and determined, as I go down my eyes through his high belly, narrow waist, and wide hips. A real hourglass shaped like a woman. A tease just for existing with this hot body. My gaze proceeds further down and finds the source of desires, located between the thick and tasty thighs, is the way to hell marked by old jeans, faded and so tight, as if it had been dressed in vacuum, that I see clearly the contour of the marked on the fabric. And it's totally mesmerizing, captivating and immediately ignites the desire in my body, which makes me squeeze the hardened limb inside the underwear to keep it under control and not leave me in a terrible situation, just by looking.

-I have here in my hands the footage of the robbery, the exact time when the surveillance system captures the images of you broken into and then stealing my car inside one of my properties.

I clarify and play the flash drive with the copy of the footage on the table, taking it by surprise at the sudden revelation. She knows she was caught with her mouth in the bottle and there is no escape or how to deny what she did, everything has finally been discovered and can be proven with concrete and irrefutable evidence before any court of justice.

- Mr. Spinelli, i-i...

- I'm not finished saying everything I intend, Miss Jennifer. Or should I refer to you as shameless little thief?

I shoot without any pity on your face, your lack of reputation or character. She's a criminal and needs to pay for her crimes, one way or another. Somehow she has to make up for the damage and side effects that caused my life. And I'm not a man known for forgiving or forgetting debts anyone has with me. In reality, I tend to be quite uncompromising with my debtors and always charge high interest and fees for losses. And with this girl it's no different. Jennifer Santos will have to settle her debts with me at any cost or will bitterly regret that one day she has crossed my path.

-I know you've already disused the vehicle in an illegal dismantling and no longer have the slightest possibility of finding even a piece or paying me for the damage. For that reason, I'm going to send you straight to prison, which is the place you deserve, girl! And you know how long I'm going to make you take it, just because it made me extremely angry? At least ten to fifteen years in prison. I can buy the best lawyers in this country, the prosecutors and judges, the whole fucking court, if I want, will be in the palm of my hands to sell the sentence I dictate.

I expose the truth, knowing that just one phone call of mine and Jennifer is gone. There is no person in this world who will be able to deliver her from the consequences of her deeds and my wrath.