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It was September 15, 2009, in a casino hotel of great relevance in the city. We stayed in an expensive suite full of more luxuries than champagne, and went out debauched to enjoy the restaurant and the games of the place.
Michael, Robert and I were so young and determined. We confronted the world sometimes without measuring the consequences. We had the same goals: a life of excess and glitz. We were shrewd in the art of deception, making the rich and powerful place their trust in us.
"Hey, Luke, how about getting some more champagne from the bar," Robert asked me that time. I nodded and put on my jacket right away; I really didn't want to be cooped up anymore.
By 11:00 pm the hotel bar was quiet. People were just smoking and drinking quietly with relaxing music playing in the background. As I ordered my bottles, in addition to that I ordered a shot of rum. I drank it in one sitting and that's when I turned to the other end of the bar.
She was very beautiful, with a very elegant white dress, thin lips, deep brown eyes and slim and sensual body. I saw her approaching me and I thought it was an illusion; I was already too drunk that night.
"I take it you are Mr. Davis, right?" She asked me.
"Luke Davis," I formally introduced myself.
"Caroline," she replied. "You and your friends sure know how to have fun. I've been watching you and found it exciting how you enjoyed the casino games," she said as she slowly invaded my personal space.
I was able to better detail the features of her face and her flawless skin. Her cheekbones gave her symmetrical face a grace, but I kept staring into her eyes; so strange and beautiful, they were like two chasms beneath a shock of light brown hair. I said nothing for almost half a minute.
"Were you struck dumb Mr. Davis?" she asked me.
I blinked and shook my head slightly. "Excuse me, I must confess I'm a little drunk," I clarified. She smiled as my bottles of champagne were brought to me.
"A person like you must be very resistant to liquor," she said sarcastically, "I don't think you'll be going to sleep now."
"So what do you propose, Caroline?"
She ran her right hand down his neck.
"We could imagine that dating inside the hotel is forbidden so we can meet in the kitchen area when all the staff has left. Doesn't that sound like a fun and risky idea?"
I was surprised at the proposal, but I also smiled. I confess I was thrilled at that instant.
"I find it very exciting," I replied with my tongue almost lolling.
She leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Midnight. Kitchen area. I'll wait for you."
It was the last magical breath she left me and, in addition to that, a caress on my cheek. I kept watching her as she walked away; her sensual hips swayed back and forth increasing the strength of my excitement.
I went up to the room and put down the champagne bottles. Michael and Robert, very excited and drunk uncorked them and poured me a glass while I got ready. I tried not to look so drunk and disheveled, took my drink, downed it in one gulp and stood in front of the door.
"Hey, Luke, where are you going?" asked Robert.
"I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back later," without further explanation I left the suite and waited for the appointed time.
Near the kitchen area I heard some heel steps; I imagined it was Caroline heading to the meeting place. The area was completely devoid of people, with a lack of light and a lot of silence. I heard a strange whistling sound from a small room and made out Caroline's face.
"I thought drunkenness would stop you," She said before letting out a light laugh. I smiled and quickly joined her.
We began with passionate kisses and caresses. Her scent, her skin, the way she enjoyed it; everything turned me on. I was ready for the next act when I felt something pressing against my abdomen. When I looked, I noticed it was a gun.
"What is this?" I asked looking Caroline in the eyes.
"Sorry honey, it would have been a very delicious moment, but pitifully to my boss; the person you and your friends robbed is not very happy."
My eyes became huge saucers and I gasped.
"You work for Marlowe?" I asked. She only responded with a laugh at my assertive question.
"Typical men, a beautiful woman subtly approaches them and they think they'll be able to go further with her. They are easy to catch; especially when they are drunk."
"Traitor!"
"No, honey, the traitor is you. You and your two friends, both of whom at this moment should be getting caught."
I shuddered at her words.
"Now move!" she demanded. "I'm going to join them."
Without resistance I obeyed. They took us to a minivan and threw us toward a police force; where they were already waiting for us. We were sentenced to fifteen years in prison for Marlowe's influence. Our life of luxury was shattered.
Michael, Robert and I will never forget that September 15, and I will never forget the moment I fell into that trap, summoned by those beautiful hips; which, when I get out of this prison, I will look for.
THE END
