Santiago Roncagliolo

Hi, This Is Conchita


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      © 2012 by Santiago Roncagliolo

      Translation © 2012 by Edith Grossman

      All rights reserved.

      Published by Two Lines Press

      582 Market Street, Suite 700, San Francisco, CA 94104

       www.twolinespress.com

      ISBN 978-1-931883-32-0

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2012949293

      Design by Ragina Johnson

      This project is supported in part by an award from the National Endowment for the Arts and a grant from Amazon.com.

      Contents

      Despoiler

      Butterflies Fastened with Pins

      The Passenger Beside You

       HI, THIS IS CONCHITA

      (415) 952–3144

      12:14 AM

      — Hi. This is Conchita.

      — Hi, Conchita.

      — Mmmhh…You have a real man’s voice.

      — You think so?

      — Oh, yeah. It makes me hot just to hear you.

      — That’s good. I’m hot too.

      — Really? My voice gets you hot? Very hot?

      — Yeah, you have a…very sensual voice, oh yeah.

      — What do you like best?

      — Well…I don’t know. Since I can’t see you and all, I don’t…

      — I have long blond hair, curly and down to my tits…mmhhh…I like to play with my curls and my nipples…

      — What are they like? Your nipples, I mean…

      — Pink and big.

      — Ohhh…Like two pink pacifiers?

      — Yeah, exactly like that…Are you sucking them for me now?

      — Yeah…

      — I like how you do it. Suck them, suck them like that…

      — Yeah…

      — Where are you?

      — Now?

      — Yeah, now.

      — In my…office, you might say.

      — Do you have a desk?

      — I have a desk and a coffee machine.

      — You have me lying face down on your desk. Do you want to know what my ass is like?

      — What’s it like?

      — It’s round and very soft, you can open it with your fingers and stick them between my cheeks.

      — Like this?

      — Ahhh…yeah, like that…

      — What am I doing now?

      — You’re sitting in the chair and spreading my cheeks with your fingers…You stick one in, then another, while I twist around it’s so delicious…

      — I like that, yeah…

      — I’m so hot and my tits are slapping against the top of the desk. Can you hear it, like clapping?

      — Yeah, yeah, yeah…Where’s my cock?

      — Mmmhh…I haven’t taken it out yet, but now I can’t stand it anymore and I lower my hand and begin to rub it through your trousers…

      — Take it out for me, please, take it out.

      — Do you want me to take it out?

      — Oh yeah!

      — Say it louder…

      — Take it out, mmmhh, take it out!…

      — That’s it, now I turn around. I’m still on the desk, on all fours, but now my mouth is near your fly, I begin to bite it on top. Do you like it?

      — I love it

      — Now I move forward. So I won’t fall, I lean on the coffee machine. I get burned…

      — You can’t.

      — What?

      — You can’t lean on the coffee machine. It’s on the other…on the other side of the room. The desk is in front of the window and the coffee machine’s beside the door. Maybe you can lean, let me see, on a file cabinet.

      — On a what?

      — A file cabinet. It’s like a closet, but for files.

      — A file cabinet then.

      — Use this one, the green one.

      — OK, the green one.

      — Then you didn’t get burned.

      — I did get burned, but by your body.

      — My body.

      — Your body, yeah, so I’m opening your fly with my hands and lift up your underwear with my teeth, ooh, yeah…It’s stiff, it’s so hard, so big…

      — Do you want to suck it?

      — My hand’s in your underwear now because I’m caressing your balls. Do you like it?

      — Yeah, I love it, I hadn’t noticed. Sorry.

      — Do you want me to take off your trousers?

      — Yeah.

      — You’ve raised yourself up a little from the chair and now I’m taking your trousers down your legs, caressing and biting your thighs.

      — What am I doing?

      — You’re looking at me. I’m hair-free, not a single hair on my twat, like a baby.

      — Oh.

      — I’m wet, my juices have smeared the whole desk…

      — Ahhh…

      — And my sweat…

      — And your sweat…

      — Do you like it?

      — Yeah, yeah…

      — Do you want to lick it?

      — Ufff…

      — Lick me from my neck to my belly button…

      — And your twat?

      — No, not my twat, because now I’m sitting on you, oh, yeah, you’ve nailed me, filled me right up, you move it around…

      — …I move it around…

      — You burn me.

      — Yeah.

      — And it goes in and out, in and out, like that, more, more, more, ooohhh…

      — Aaaahhh…

      — …A little more…

      — Mooo-ooo-ooore…

      — Go on, go on!

      — …Now I’m getting back on the desk, you’re going to stand, and stick it to me from behind. OK?

      —