Desire Slaps

By Sandro Chaviano

Just how far would an immigrant go to make ends meet to put food on the table and support their family (who think they are having the easy life in the land of the free and opportunities) in another country?
When Marcos immigrated to the USA, he was ready to conquer the world and ultimately achieve the American dream because he knew it was the land of opportunities. Little did he know that he would achieve his dream but in a way he could never have imagined.
While going about his life attempting to make ends meet, he attended an art event that signaled the beginning of a new career, one not in his plans when he first set foot in the U.S.
One sexual encounter with an interesting couple opened the proverbial Pandora’s Box, providing a way to earn a good income. So, when things got tough financially, a few months later, he knew where to make easy money ... prostitution.
And there was no shortage of rich clients quick to use Marcos’ services and indulge him for a job well done because he was damn good at it. From insecure Marta to couples looking to try new levels of kink through BDSM, to a celebrity artist and many others from all races, nationalities and sexual orientations, he had them all in his quest to search for the mighty dollar.
Marcos had life by the balls because he was living “the dream” and finally able to provide for his family. Then life slapped! His world was turned upside down in a matter of days.
How exactly did life slap Marcos?
Did his family ever find out about his secret life?
Is the life of an escort as glamorous as we all imagine?
You will have all the answers to your questions by the end of this book, so keep reading to find:
A cocktail of explicitly told sex stories filled with excitement and kink ranging from threesomes to BDSM and much more
Marcos’ unfolding life story that will open your eyes to a different, secret world
Detailed and fun-filled sex stories that will definitely keep you from wanting to put the book down
And so much more!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandro Chaviano
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9780989591621

Sandro Chaviano

Sandro Chaviano is a registered nurse by day and an erotica author by night. Through compelling and steamy storytelling, he imparts his readers a much-needed escape from day-to-day life and its countless stressors.Sandro's initial spark of inspiration entered his life many years ago after leaving his home country, a beautiful Caribbean island he carries in his heart. Before attempting to bring his vision to fruition, the Cuban-American author told his friends and family about it and their support and positive feedback encouraged him to pursue his dream. Ultimately, this led to the release of his new book titled Desire Slaps, the story that will transport the reader into a world of pleasures.When he isn't penning sultry plots into existence, you can find this emerging writer immersed in all things creative, from singing to painting. He also enjoys capturing the beauty of his world travels through a camera lens. To find out more about the author and his upcoming books, visit his official website at www.SandroChaviano.com.

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DESIRE SLAPS

Sandro Chaviano

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Sandro Chaviano is a registered nurse by day and an erotica author by night. Through compelling and steamy storytelling, he imparts his readers with a much-needed escape from day-to-day life and its countless stressors.

Sandro’s initial spark of inspiration entered his life many years ago after leaving his home country, a beautiful Caribbean island he carries in his heart. Before attempting to bring his vision to fruition, the Cuban-American author told his friends and family about it and their support and positive feedback encouraged him to pursue his dream. Ultimately, this led to the release of his new book titled Desire Slaps, the story that will transport the reader into a world of pleasures.

When he isn’t penning sultry plots into existence, you can find this emerging writer immersed in all things creative, from singing to painting. He also enjoys capturing the beauty of his world travels through a camera lens. To find out more about the author and his upcoming books, visit his official website at www.SandroChaviano.com.

COPYRIGHT

Desire Slaps. First Edition. May 2022.

Copyright © 2022 by Sandro Chaviano. All rights reserved.

Desire Slaps is a work of fiction. Names, characters (except for public figures) and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to an actual person, living or dead, events or places is completely a coincidence. The opinions expressed are those of the characters, and should not be considered those of the author’s.

Copyright information can be found at the Library of Congress.

Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9895916-3-8.

eBook ISBN: 978-0-9895916-2-1.

Editor: Ken Darrow, M.A.

www.SandroChaviano.com

DEDICATION

For the love of my life, my spouse, and friend, Jorge. Thank you for believing in me, and for your unconditional support and love. I love you to The Moon and Back!

I would also like to thank my dear friends Francis, Alianet and Tracy. Your help was very valuable. I love you girls!

I’m truly grateful to all of those that have supported me through this journey.

Thank you!

Sandro.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

THE ENVELOPE

CHAPTER 2

THOSE KINDS OF PEOPLE

CHAPTER 3

NEON

CHAPTER 4

JAPANESE AURORA

CHAPTER 5

THE GIFTED RAINBOW

CHAPTER 6

HIS SECRET

CHAPTER 7

SARAH

CHAPTER 1

THE ENVELOPE

W elcome. The doorman politely greeted them as he held the door open. Your invitation, please?

It had been a good decision to entrust the tickets to Julia, who was his chosen companion for the evening. In his charge they would have been misplaced before leaving home.

Even after living in The City for almost six months, he had still not adjusted to the typical chaos that characterized the gigantic metropolis. Things were much more relaxed back home. Life was quieter, for sure!

Julia searched inside her red designer purse and retrieved a small but extravagant invitation with gold lettering saying:

The Schwartz Art Gallery Charity Auction invites Miss Daniella Rodriguez, plus guest.

Here you go, sir, Julia said to the young man at the door as she reached out her hand, holding out the invitation and giving him a flirty smile.

Julia’s company had realized by now how capable she was of reaching any goal, no matter how ambitious it was. Of course, her great physique was her main attribute, and as a fancy escort for many years now, she could gain access to the most exclusive places in Manhattan.

The things we do for friends, her guest thought, convinced the overdue favor was being repaid at a greater price.

Daniella was an exceptional friend. They had known each other since childhood, and if it hadn’t been for her, he would not be in the Big Apple that night. She was the only person who, without thinking about it twice, extended a hand and gave him a roof when he first arrived in The City. Now they were even.

The young man had no energy left to socialize after waking up at 4:00 am daily and taking several trains to make it all the way to Jersey, where he spent many hours of the day working in construction. Still, he was there, arriving to a gallery full of stuck-up people.

Julia, who was also a friend of Daniella’s for many years, was supposed to be there with her that night. The owner of the gallery had originally extended the invitation to Daniella, without knowing she would feel extremely uncomfortable in that social gathering, causing her to pass the opportunity to her friend.

In contrast, Julia would never miss out on such a great opportunity. She rapidly embraced the chance as soon as she knew Daniella was going to decline the invitation, extended by the artist herself. Julia expressed to her company, earlier in the evening, that there was nothing that would make her uncomfortable and she was willing to do whatever it took to improve her financial status.

As a professional gold digger, Julia paid close attention to her appearance. With time, she had refined the art of conducting herself in the most prestigious places. In her opinion, having company that night made her even more desirable, which was why she insisted on him accompanying her. How could he turn her down after she rented an expensive suit for him to wear to the event? Julia insisted that there was no bigger challenge for a multimillionaire than to misbehave when given competition. To obtain what money couldn’t buy because it was already taken was the ultimate ego boost for her usual clientele. That was why he was there that night. By repaying the favor, he had become the bait. And as far as Julia’s potential buyers were concerned, she was on sale and open to offers, but ultimately to the highest bidder.

Please, come in, the doorman said to them both. Again, welcome Miss Rodriguez and Mr.?

Marcos, the handsome young man replied while holding Julia’s hand.

Of course, welcome, Mr. Marcos, the employee responded while giving him a judgmental look and handing back the fancy invitation to Julia.

The City never stopped surprising Marcos. There was never a dull moment for him. New York’s bohemian lifestyle imposed upon its citizens the need to quickly adapt to change, and Marcos was no exception. The most difficult time for him was when he first arrived in the country. Although he wasn’t fluent in English, he could understand enough to get by.

He came from a much simpler place. There, he didn’t have to know brand names or labels for colognes and clothing favored by the upper class. At home, Marcos only had to know about the rainy season and the best time to harvest. He only had to know when the coffee beans were ready for collection and ways to protect his crops from diseases.

After their welcome from the doorman, Marcos and Julia proceeded down a narrow hallway that led to two elevators. As they waited for the lift, Marcos admired how pretty his companion was looking. Her blonde hair was immaculately styled into a bun. She was wearing delicate diamond earnings. Her make-up was perfectly and subtly applied. According to her, Less is more.

The elevator arrived and they stepped in. A few seconds later, the handsome young man reached out and pressed the button that read PH on it. Marcos realized they were heading to the penthouse as it was the only button that was illuminated. The climb to the eighty-seventh floor gave him time to check his appearance in the fancy mirror in the elevator. The navy blue of his Versace suit enhanced his emerald-green eyes. His patent shoes shone with the reflection of the LED lights inside the elevator. And although at first he didn’t have faith in Daniella’s ability to style his hair, he was impressed at how perfect his black mane was.

You look fantastic! Julia said once she noticed Marcos was looking anxious and uncomfortable as he wasn’t used to mingling with the upper class.

Thank you, he replied with a timid smile.

You’re only missing one thing, the beautiful blonde said while she folded and placed a white silk handkerchief in his breast pocket.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, while his companion took out a small black glass bottle of perfume from her expensive purse and applied a generous amount. It was at that moment that Marcos realized it wasn’t just another night as he knew Julia only used this fragrance on special occasions.

As the lift doors opened, they walked into the large main room of the event.

Marcos tried to hide the expression on his face when the breathtaking view of Times Square took him by surprise, but he was convinced that at least a few people noticed how astonished he was.

He had been expecting to attend an event full of mundane art and for the attendees to be of an older generation with cheap wine in hand. To his surprise, he found himself surrounded by people in their twenties and thirties, who made him feel more comfortable. And the art was vibrant and modern. His fear of not being able to mingle with the crowd disappeared when he noticed many of those present spoke Spanish.

I told you the night would be promising. These are the big leagues, Julia whispered in his ear in a tone he hadn’t heard before.

Dom Perignon, sir? a beautiful girl asked Marcos while she extended a tray full of crystal cut champagne flutes. The handsome young man didn’t know much about drinks, but he assumed by the name that it was an expensive, imported bubbly being offered.

Thank you, Marcos said to the champagne girl as he took two glasses. As soon as the waitress walked away, the handsome man looked for Julia so he could give her one of the drinks.

To his surprise, the elegant blonde was already sharing drinks with somebody else. The guy Julia was talking to seemed familiar to Marcos. It could have been a TV host or someone else from the entertainment industry.

Being smart and discreet were two of Marco’s best attributes. It was a given for him that getting closer to Julia, at that moment, would result in interrupting her hunting technique. And that is why he decided to stay with both drinks in hand.

Marcos soon found himself out of his depth. There he was, alone and feeling awkward. He didn’t want people to assume both drinks he was holding were his, so he finished one in a matter of seconds. He wasn’t used to drinking alcohol so that one glass was enough to relax him and make things seem to flow better from there on out.

I will have to go slow with this second glass, he said to himself.

It was amusing for him to watch people as they interacted with one another outside their normal daily life. The behavior was from one extreme to the other. One group tried to sell themselves with fake manners while others didn’t care to impress as they felt secure in their superiority.

The common denominators were sex, alcohol, and drugs. From his corner in the room, Marcos was able to observe how the art became secondary and lust and vanity took center stage as the minutes passed by.

What do you think of the exhibition? an unknown voice asked Marcos. He wasn’t sure the question was directed at him.

A petite, elegant young woman looked intently at him while fixing her black hair. She then asked again.

Do you like the paintings?

I’m not an art connoisseur, but I’m fascinated by the vibrant colors displayed in the pieces. They are not conventional paintings, for sure! Marcos replied. I like them a lot actually! he said with slightly slurred speech. The girl chuckled as she noticed he had already consumed more than he could handle.

I think some fresh air will do you good! the beautiful young Latina suggested as she took his hand and led him to the balcony. Without thinking, the sexy gentleman allowed her to be his guide outside the exhibition room.

My name is Lucia, but you can call me Lucy. What’s your name?

Marcos, he replied.

Nice to meet you, Marcos, Lucy said as she closed the balcony door.

Wow, Manhattan is the Bomb, Marcos let out in a whisper. Apart from being afraid of heights, he was also overwhelmed by the feeling of being in the middle of the universe. I’m at a different level, he said to himself.

I know. The wow factor never ceases to amaze, Lucia replied with a warm smile as she gazed at him with her beautiful brown eyes.

Out there, away from the crowd and in Lucy’s company, Marcos felt much better. Calmer. No sirens from ambulances were heard. Nor was there the humming of millions of people talking at the same time. The quietness of the moment brought him back to many years ago. He was transported to happy memories, when he used to go fishing with his father.

Are you here? she asked, interrupting