Evening was approaching, but I didn’t see a hint of Dustin anywhere. What do people do for fun around here? I wondered, thinking back to the pamphlet I’d read on the plane ride over to Brazil.

The dazzling colors stood out to me the most from memory. I also recalled music being a focus. Maybe I can find some gifted locals? I ran my fingers through my hair a few times, thinking it over. After checking the time on my phone, I made my decision—I had nothing better to do.

I threw on one of the few casual blouses and skirts I had and flew out the door. There was a sense of excitement from getting to explore a new world waiting for me outside the hotel. I’d gotten glimpses—even tastes of it—but nothing could compare to seeing everything for myself in person. Nothing could keep me from the full experience, and as I made my way into the hotel’s lobby, it only became more apparent that Brazil was a very different world from New York.

Everyone around me was in small groups and phones were a rarity among them. They dressed casually, wearing short sleeved shirts and shorts, for the most part, all of them seeming relaxed and friendly. I looked over at a few of them, and they smiled at me instantly, prompting me to smile back. Even though things seemed to be as hectic as in the city—given how many people were there—things moved at a slower pace. I could breathe here.

“Man, I could get used to this…” I muttered under my breath as I pushed through the doors, leaving the lobby. As I stepped down the stairs leading to the fountain at the center of the plaza, I couldn’t help marveling at the beauty of the place. The fountain itself was surrounded by exotic tropical trees and flowers of all sorts. It nearly distracted me from the luxury cars coming up and around it to drop off various guests to the hotel.

I’d always dreamed of living in a place like this. A place that was respected and revered. Known to all as the “hot spot” reserved for only the highest class of people to enter. It was almost like I was a little girl again flipping through the pages of a magazine. My dream job had finally landed me a spot that I wanted, and no one could take it from me.

There it was again. That feeling of power and control. It was so new to me, and yet, it felt so good. If only I knew what to do with it, I mused to myself.

Just being in a five-star hotel was enough to make me feel empowered. I’d spent so many years stuck at what I thought would equate to a dead-end job. Forced to live on the bottom rung of society just to stay afloat in New York. I didn’t have to worry about that here. This is the real place where dreams come true.

The colorful buildings caught my eye immediately as I practically skipped down the street. Just looking at them filled me with energy I hadn’t felt in years. They were crammed together, structured in an odd slant, but it made them stand out in my eyes. I was so used to the gray, bleak buildings that New York had to offer. Seeing what color could do for a city opened my eyes, breathing new life into me.

Though there were sidewalks, the majority of the people didn’t seem interested in using them. The worn roads at the center of the streets, whether made by cobblestone or asphalt, were the main attraction of pedestrians and drivers alike. Merchants parked right beside the driving cars and mopeds skirting between everyone. A part of me wanted to inquire a merchant, but I figured that they had an eye for tourists and would be quick to sell me something I didn’t need.

I wandered the streets for a while. Eventually, I found myself in an odd part of the area. Everything seemed a little dimmer, but that was mostly due to the evening setting in just as I turned a corner to an alleyway. The buildings were becoming a little sparse and weren’t in as good of shape as the others I’d passed along the way. Thankfully, I had my phone with me to keep from getting lost, but I knew I’d have to head back soon.

Finding the alleyway led to a dead-end I started to turn around, but a sound coming from behind a stack of boxes caught my attention. I paused, frozen in fear as to what it could be. Cautiously, I peered over the boxes to hear a young woman crying out, “Harder, baby! Harder!”

My face flushed.

Just an arm’s length away from me was something I’d never see back at home. An older gentleman had his woman in a position facing away from him. He held her at the waist, his hands firmly planted on her hips. She cried out again for him, arching her back as her eyes glazed over. I stood there in shock, unsure of what to do.

I could feel the heat coming off of them.

The woman was a short blonde with bright green eyes. It was evident the lust had overtaken her as she backed into her man’s cock again and again, while he liberally slammed into her—slapping her on the ass when he wanted. Her ass was red with palm markings and looking at them was enough to make me squirm.

My heart raced and standing so close to them only made me want to get closer. A part of me wanting to reach out to them and ask them what it was like. Such pure passion for each other. To take someone in the open without a care. A crude cover to keep onlookers out was hardly enough to keep them safe.

No, no… I shouldn’t be looking! I turned away, biting down on my lip to hold back a squeak. “Take it, bitch,” growled the man. From the corner of my eye, I looked over again to see him pushing her harder against the wall. “Fuck, I can’t get in deep enough… Bend over, baby. I wanna get in balls deep when I cum…”

Oh, my God… Despite myself, I could feel some warmth traveling down between my legs. The sensations only got stronger as I watched the blonde bend over, her face against the wall as she backed her ass up against the man, his thrusting becoming more vigorous.

A hand draped down, poking two fingers out to caress my inner thighs. Oh, God… Do I really like this…? I wondered, hoping that I’d come up with an answer. “Oh…! Oh, babe…!” the girl cried, her legs trembling and voice shaky.

“God damn are you tight! Mmm…” he growled, leaning over her back to lick her ear.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore—I gasped, the arousal becoming too much for me to handle.

“Wait… Who said that?”

They looked right at me.