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  Revision: March, 7, 2015

  Title: Club of Virgins

  Author: Pet Torres

  Original title: Clube de Virgens

  Translation: (2015) Pet Torres books

  Electronics edition: (2015) Pet Torres books

  “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.”

  Sin exists; nevertheless forgiveness is above all something to absolve it.

  Pet TorreS

  'She took my heart; I think she took my soul'

  Sentence from a song.

  Club of Virgins

  is the name of the new young adult romance by Pet Torres, author of the TIGER OBSESSION Series.

  Club of Virgins is a romance that tells the story of young Peta. She is a young woman who is going through a difficult time in her life.

  Her solution is controversial and irreversible.

  After three years, she enters college and meets a young man from a conservative family.

  Something Peta did in her past could now haunt her in the future.

  This is another part of my artist’s soul that I want to share with you...

  Pet TorreS

  Thanks and acknowledgments

  I thank God for this gift. I managed to finish it in three days. This story shows how much I have always loved writing.

  I thank my dear readers for their affection for my work, the band Kings of Leon, and the singer Sia.

  I wrote this entire romance listening to their songs.

  Prologue

  Peta

  I am Petalouda, better known as PETA.

  The origin of my name is Greek. My mother chose this name because it means butterfly in the Greek language.

  Culturally and historically butterflies express transformation, the soul, freedom, luck, sensuality and the psyche.

  My mother has always been a great admirer of butterflies.

  I was born on March 4 and the number four in the animal game of chance is represented by the figure of a butterfly.

  So it is that so many butterflies are in my life ...

  Well folks, the Club of Virgins is open for business ...

  Pet is a young woman who is going through the worst nightmare of her life. Her mother is sick and in order to save her, Pet will have to sacrifice her purity secretly.

  Three years later, she meets a young man at college called Natanael. He is from a traditional and conservative family.

  Something Peta did in her past may haunt her in the future.

  Chapter 1

  Peta

  When I turned eighteen, I decided to get a tattoo on my body. Early on, my mother was against this idea. She wanted to change my mind and make me forget this concept, but when she realized that no matter how hard she tried this would never happen, she decided to support me.

  “All right, Peta, you have convinced me. Here's the money to get that crap tattoo!”

  She raised a hand to me and I saw some notes. A fifty dollar note was between her fingers.

  “What a costly tattoo!” She grunted and inhaled her cigarette. Yes, unfortunately my mother had been a smoker for over ten years. She started this damn vice a few years after my father’s death.

  Finally, I reached out and I took the money and looked into her face.

  “It is costly because I’m getting more than one.” I smiled at my mother and then moved my lips to her cheek and kissed it.

  “Thank you, Mom! I love you, you know?”

  My mother smiled after inhaling again and turned her back to me. She turned and headed towards the kitchen to begin preparing our lunch.

  “Ah, the things I do for you!” She grumbled. “I am a very silly mother.”

  I ran toward the front door, tucking the money into the pocket of my denim shorts.

  “You're the best mom in the world!” I screamed as I opened the door and ran out. “Never doubt it!”

  I ran outside the house.

  Hours had passed by and I was still in the room of the tattoo artist, sitting on a table with my back to him. I felt his hand holding my skin as he tried to find the best way to start making the final drawing on my back.

  “It will hurt a bit!” He warned me.

  The tattooer was in a white coat, wore glasses on his face and his hands were protected by disposable gloves.

  Moments later, I bit my lips and groaned when finally the electric needle began to pierce my skin.

  It took hours for the tattoos on my body to finally be finished. This was a huge sacrifice on my part, but I think all this effort was worth it because I would not have had such a beautiful design on my back.

  It was night when I got home. My mother was worried about my delay and had filled my phone with calls not knowing I could not return her calls. I was simply too busy in the tattooer's room and also I knew exactly what my mother’s questions would be:

  Where are you?

  What time will you get home?

  You will not be late, right?

  I stepped into the living room and saw my mother sitting on the couch in front of the TV. She had smoked more than a dozen cigarettes in my absence.

  “You are so late! I was worried about you! I did not even know that tattoos take such a long time!” She complained and began to light another cigarette. Maybe now she should smoke another cigarette in the form of thanks.

  “Yes, it took quite some time.” I smiled. “But it was worth it mother! My tattoos are beautiful!”

  “I want to see them!” She said looking at me.

  My mother had light brown hair. Her eyes were light brown also. I was a redhead, a natural redhead, my eyes were blue and my skin and body was freckled. I had inherited the physical characteristics of my father. He was Dutch. When he migrated to our country, he met my mother and they were married.

  My father died seven years after coming to Brazil and my mother raised me on a pension which was barely enough for both of us. It was our only maintenance.

  “Come, daughter! Show me these tattoos!”

  “Calm down, Mom. Wait till I take off my shirt,” I said, turning my back to her. I pulled up my blouse, it went over my head. Soon I was just in my pink bra with white polka dots.

  “My God, daughter!” My mother said looking at my back. “It looks beautiful! I love it!”

  My tattoo was of four colorful butterflies that were flying in the direction of my shoulder. I chose this design not only to honor myself but also to honor my mother.

  She loved butterflies.

  Chapter 2

  A few months later...

  Peta

  I held my mother’s hand as she lay in a hospital bed. My mother had not felt well, feeling out of breath. There was no alternative but to take her to the public hospital. It was the only solution. She was having difficulty breathing.

  “Are you feeling any better?” I tried to smile at her. I thought my mother needed my smile at that time. She was depressed, had not slept during the night and she had become emaciated from one night to the oth
er.

  “Yes. I think so.” She looked around and saw other beds occupied with sick women. Some were young and others were older than her.

  “Daughter, I cannot stand this place! I want to go home.”

  Desperately she grabbed my arm.

  “Calm down, mother,” I said holding her hand. There was still a drip with serum inserted in her right arm. “The doctor said that first you need to do some tests. But soon you will be able to come home.”

  She smiled weakly and turned her head to one side. She was wearing a striped pajama. Up to the height of her waist was a thin sheet.

  “I want a cigarette!” She murmured.

  “No cigarettes!” I quickly said. “Now you are in this hospital, you’ve been having trouble breathing and it’s precisely because of those damn cigarettes.”

  My mother looked back at me and frowned.

  “You're right,” she finally conceded.

  After the test results had come through the doctor asked me to come to his room which was in a hallway to the left. I entered the place and sat in the chair facing a doctor with the white beard. He was old and had extensive experience in medicine.

  His fingers stroked some patient files. My mother’s record was just above the others. I could read her name. I just did not know what the doctor would say.

  “Well, young lady ...” He began saying. I continued looking earnestly at his face.

  “I have taken a look at your mother’s results ...”

  The doctor looked away.

  I started to get nervous. The doctor was delaying talking about the health of my mother.

  “Please, doctor! Tell me about my mother’s health! She's fine, right doctor?”

  Again the doctor looked at me. Quickly my eyes ran down his white lab coat and I saw his doctor badge with his name embroidered in green.

  DR. AUDI

  CARDIOLOGIST

  “I'm sorry, but one of your mother’s heart valves is blocked. She needs to be operated on urgently or…”

  He paused. My eyes filled with tears. Hearing this was like someone pointing a gun in my direction and shooting me in the chest.

  “She will probably not be able to go on for much longer without the surgery.”

  “What are you telling me, Doctor?”

  Another tear rolled down my face. The doctor looked at me sympathetically.

  “Your mother needs to undergo heart surgery and it needs to be done as soon as possible. However, I will be brief and clear with you. If you are waiting for the SUS to perform this surgery, almost certainly your mother will die sitting on the standby bench.”

  He looked down.

  “So I advise you to use a particular surgeon, a private surgeon. It will cost around $ 15,000.”

  Desperately, I said, “We do not have that kind of money! My mother receives a pension that is barely enough for the both of us, doctor.”

  “I understand.”

  The doctor leaned his elbows on his desk. “If you can somehow get fifteen thousand dollars a work colleague could perform this surgery in a particular clinic. That clinic is very good. And he's a great surgeon,” he said handing me the clinic’s card with the surgeon's name and his telephone number on it.

  Chapter 3

  A few days later...

  Peta

  My mother was discharged from the hospital. But her condition was still serious. She had to be operated on in a hurry, or she wouldn’t be on this earth for much longer.

  Because of this, I was really desperate. I walked from one side to the other in my bedroom, with my hands over my head. My friend, Denise, was in my house. As soon as she knew my mother had returned from the hospital she came to visit her.

  “Oh, Denise, I do not know what I can do to get all that money!” I bit my lip. I was in deep despair. “It's a lot of money! If I save for a year I still won’t have fifteen thousand dollars!”

  “Wow! Who has $15,000 to spare?”

  “I don’t know how to get that money in such a short time. If my mother had any savings I would use them but she hasn’t. Poor Mum, what we get on the pension of my late father is barely able to keep this house.

  I looked up and sighed deeply. This time I was the one who seemed to be short of breath, a lack of oxygen brought on by my despair that did not stop torturing me. I just thought of my mother's life. I needed to do something to save her.

  Denise was lying on my bed. Denise loved wearing red lipstick, even in the daytime. Her eyes were dark brown.

  After a few moments Denise sat up in bed.

  “I think I might have found a solution to your problem,” she said.

  She paused.

  “Now, you just need to have the courage to do this.”

  I looked at her seriously.

  “Do what?”

  Denise looked at me with pity. She knew it would shock me in some way.

  “Sell your virginity in the Club of Virgins.”

  “Have you gone crazy?”

  I was beginning to feel dizzy. I couldn’t imagine being given to some man without feelings for me nor I for him, simply for money. It was something disgusting and terrifying to me.

  I walked over to the bed and sat down next to Denise. I put my hands on my forehead, trying to get my mind to start working properly and my courage to keep my head up.

  Denise kept talking.

  “An acquaintance of mine was in need of money. She went to this club and spent the night with a VIP customer. They also admit girls who are not virgins. I believe that the club owner will pay good money to have you.”

  “Enough!” I exclaimed.

  Denise continued despite my protests.

  “Many women sell themselves because they like or want to do it, but in your case you will be doing it to save your mother’s life. You will be sacrificing your first sexual experience out of love for your mother. That is no sin but even if it were, ask for forgiveness later.”

  During the night I could not sleep. From the time Denise had mentioned this as a solution I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I began to wander through the rooms of the house. I was barefoot, wearing only a long blouse and underwear. My hair was pulled back in a bun at the top of my head. I opened my mother's bedroom door and saw her sleeping. I wondered how much longer I would see her like that. Maybe her days were numbered and I would not have her in my life for long.

  Immediately I pulled her bedroom’s door to me and closed it in my face. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the wood of the door.

  Suddenly, I began to sob.

  My mother was everything in my life. I had to do something, anything to keep her alive. It was now up to me.

  Denise’s voice popped into my head:

  SELL YOUR VIRGINITY IN THE CLUB OF VIRGINS

  Chapter 4

  The next day...

  Peta

  My mother had to be operated on as soon as possible.

  Because of this, I was left with no other alternative except to consider Denise’s advice.

  I furrowed my brow. I was sitting in a chair in an office. Denise was sitting next to me and her eyes also read the same things that mine were reading.

  She leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Your mother’s life is in your hands.”

  I looked again at the contract and reread it in silence. Really, it all seemed like a nightmare.

  Club of Virgins

  Contract

  The establishment hires only women over 18 years of age.

  The person signing this contract is solely responsible for their actions.

  The contractor is responsible for the payment of 30% for the service in advance and the other 70% after it is completed.

  The contracted individual must follow all the standards required by the contractor.

  Standards required by the contractor:

  The contracted individual must agree to undergo tests that prove they are in good health while providing services.

  The contracted indi
vidual will have to undergo the requirements demanded by the contractor and by the clients of the contractor.

  If there is a withdrawal of the contracted individual, this individual will have to return the 30% paid as a deposit and 10% additional.

  I have read and agree to the above terms.

  PLACE: _______________

  DATE: ____ / ____________ / ____

  __________________________________________

  Contractor's signature

  ___________________________________________

  Contracted individual name in print

  I remained in a state of shock. Then, the well-dressed man with a white cuff shirt, slacks and black shoes, rose from his chair. He was the owner of the Club of Virgins.

  “So, have you decided, girl?” He smiled slyly and lit an imported cigarette. “You will receive $17,000 if you accept the proposal. It will be just one night, but before that you will have to do tests to prove your purity.”

  His eyes moved down to my breasts which were hidden underneath my thin strapped blouse.

  “If you are in need of money this is the best place to get it without delay!” He added and smoked his cigarette.