Hotel bar in Nimes. Dim lights. Smoky haze. Jazz piano hums. I sip Ruinart champagne. Heart steady. Then she glides in. Lola. Blonde fire. Hips sway like a dance. Proud tits strain her embroidered blouse. No bra. Arrogant peaks. Tight black pants hug her firm ass. Blue sapphire eyes lock mine. Red lips order cognac, accented French. Fake blonde, thick black brows. Defect? No. Perfection. I hum Summertime. Applause. Her champagne arrives, a gift. I saunter over, hips rolling. ‘Suzy.’ ‘Lola.’ Smoke Fortunas. Eyes devour curves. Banquette in shadows. Broken French, shared heat. Her décolleté taunts as she ashes. My dress slits, thigh bares. She winks. Man interrupts. She sighs, early bed. Work tomorrow. I offer escort. Tiny elevator. Bodies press. Tits brush. Nipples harden under silk. Her tobacco-cognac breath. Kiss ignites. Tongues clash. Hand on her hot back. She pulls away, regret flashing. Door shuts. Alone. Naked on bed. Fingers rage my smooth cunt. Three deep, violent. Pinch tits. Brutal cum. Tears for lost hidalgue. Morning. Father’s surprise: bullring front row. Arenas roar. Trumpets blare. Pink-socked killers parade. Jaw drops. Lola. My Lola. Cape embroidered gold. Tight suit molds ass, calves. Hat on ponytail. Toro charges. She kneels. Crowd roars. Grace dances death. Pics, banderillas. Muleta waves. She salutes, tosses hat to me. Kiss over barrier. ‘Suerte.’ Father stunned. She dedicates the beast. Bull gores. She falls. Blood. I scream. She rises, furious. Sword plunges. Toro crumples. Crowd surges. She triumphs on shoulders. Hotel. I wait, shaking. She arrives, mob-carried. Elevator fury. In her room, sobs rack me. She cradles, whispers Spanish sweets. Kisses tender. Then hungry. Blood-streaked suit. Torn shirt reveals bandeau-crushed tits. Neck kiss. Her scent: perfume, sweat, blood, beast. Primal. Jackets shed. Kneel, unbutton calves. Pink stockings stay. Lace Brazilian peeks. Tan lines, scars thrill. No shower. Bed. Tits grind. Mouths devour necks, ears. Arm lifts. Black bushy pit, sweat-drenched. Lick musk. She rips tee, string. Stares at bald pussy. Dives in, tongue spears clit. I yank lace. Jet bush soaks. Pull her down. Face buried in jungle. String aside. Tongue invades wet folds. Sixty-nine fury. Bite lips, she sucks pearl. Finger her tight heat, she tongues ass. Nipples twist. Anus rims. Double digits plunge. Sweat slicks. Orgasms crash synced. Tetanus bliss. Later, her fingers trace smooth lips. Part petals. Dip in nectar. Tongue laps. Clit swells, sucked. Waves build. Shower. Back press. Hands cup tits, tweak peaks. Kneel. Lap water-mingled honey. Spread her. Suck button hard. Bite. Three fingers cunt. She grinds. Ass rubs. Lube digits. She impales anus. ‘Si!’ Rhythm hers. More. Four holes filled. Fingers fist-deep. She shatters solo. Rinse. Bed siesta. Wake alone. Her torero hat on table. Heart aches. But branded forever.