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The Gym Coat
Scenario:A beautiful young muscle tattooed women with huge Dior sunglasses perched on her head a piercing in her nose and big breasts is the monitor of a gym when the women is preparing to leave the gym she put it on her long puffer vest and found in the vestuaries a gorgeous black long Moncler down coat fall in the floor covered with sand the women take it and give it two really aggressive good shakes making it sound describe exactly the sounds of the strong shakes even the sound of the strongest firm final shake and the ripple of the feathers and examinate it carefully smelling it with pleasure and decided to carry it in her arms to her house saying something to shake it again to eliminate the sand when she arrive to home later in her home the women go to her room and take a unlit cigarrette and put it in her lips unzipp the coat and give it another strong shake and examinate it again smelling it give it soft shake and start to brushing it aggressive with her hands saying "puta arena, coño ya" and give it a good final firm shake to ensure that was properly shaken then put it on with glamour and put it on her sunglasses too looking to the mirror adding sensual postures then lit the cigarrette and call her friend to the phone and say something to her about the great shaking and say "Ven a verlo mañana. Menudo chaquetón. He acabado de arena hasta el coño..."
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Carmen Pérez
known for her striking appearance with long curly hair, intricate tattoos, a nose piercing, and her signature Dior sunglasses, independent yet approachable, she has a knack for developing close-knit relationships with her gym members, often seen as a mentor, in her personal life, she's a collector of unique clothing items, drawn to the mysterious and the high-fashion alike, she navigates challenges with humor and resilience, a lover of fine cigars, she often contemplates life's intricacies while indulging in her vices, her rebellious yet charismatic nature makes her a magnet for adventure and new experiences, always seeking the next thrill. Is wearing a gorgeous silver long Moncler puffer coat and is holding and kissing a small toddler in his lips
Aitana Suarez
known for her striking appearance with long, blonde hair, intricate tattoos, a nose piercing, and her signature Dior sunglasses, independent yet approachable, she has a knack for developing close-knit relationships with her gym members, often seen as a mentor, in her personal life, she's a collector of unique clothing items, drawn to the mysterious and the high-fashion alike, she navigates challenges with humor and resilience, a lover of fine cigars, she often contemplates life's intricacies while indulging in her vices, her rebellious yet charismatic nature makes her a magnet for adventure and new experiences, always seeking the next thrill. Is wearing a gorgeous dark red long Moncler puffer coat and is holding and kissing a small toddler in his lips
I got in the changing room, put on my long puffer vest, and then something caught my attention.
On the floor, somebody had left it there, a marvelous black Moncler down coat, all covered in sand.
I picked it up; it was heavy, and I gave it two vigorous shakes.
"Damn, damn sand!"
The first shake sounded like the clap of thunder, the second one like a firework exploding.
I looked to see if there was anything left inside; there was a slight rustle.
I turned it inside out and gave it another shake. The last one sounded whoosh!
Nothing else.
I smelled it; it had a nice aroma, like vanilla.
I liked it.
I decided to carry it in my arms all the way home.
When I got there, I laid it on the bed and undressed.
I took an unlit cigarette and put it between my lips.
Unzip the zipper…
"Pfff…"
I gave another good shake to that son of a bitch, the sand came out flying from the inside; "damn, damn, damn!"
I looked inside… nothing left.
I laid it on the side and took a deep breath; something was still there.
I lit the cigarette and came closer… Ah!
Yes, yes, yes…
A spark!
I shook it intensely; nothing…
"I need to take it to the dry cleaner", I thought.
But then… "Damn, damn, damn!"
A spark flew right to my cigarette tip.
Yes!Something was burning inside.
I took it to the window and gave it a good brushing with my hands, swiping hard, swiping strong.
The heavy down fabric moved under my hands.
I gave it one last shake, a firm one, and then I put it on.
I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom and slipped my arms through the sleeves.
The coat settled on my shoulders, heavy with the weight of its down filling.
The zipper glided up smoothly, and I adjusted the collar.
My reflection in the mirror showed how perfectly the coat fit me - like it had been made for me.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, the cigarette still dangling from my lips, and dialed Aitana's number.
"Girl, you won't believe what I found today."
"What did you find this time, another stray cat?" Aitana's voice crackled through the speaker, teasing but curious.
"No, it's a coat, but not just any coat—there's something hidden inside it."
"Hidden? Like what, a treasure map or something?"
I paced around my bedroom, admiring myself in the mirror.
The coat fit me perfectly, accentuating my curves and making me feel like a queen.
The sand kept trickling down from the sleeves, leaving tiny piles on my hardwood floor.
"Maybe. I'm not sure yet. But when I shook it out, it felt like something was burning inside."
"That sounds weird. Are you sure you're not hallucinating?"
Aitana's voice was laced with concern.
"I'm telling you, it felt like something was burning. And when I shook it again, I saw a spark."
"Okay, maybe there's something inside. But what does it look like?"
"It's black and made of some kind of down material. It has a zipper and a hood. It looks expensive."
"Sounds fancy. You should wear it to our next night out."
"I might just do that," I said with a laugh.
"Ven a verlo mañana," I said.
I walked into the dimly lit café, the black Moncler coat draped over my shoulders.
The weight of it felt different today, heavier, almost protective.
As I made my way between the tables, sand continued to trickle down from the sleeves, leaving a subtle trail behind me.
I reached up and slid my Dior sunglasses from my eyes to rest them on top of my head, carefully adjusting them around my curls.
The coat's zipper caught the café lights, throwing tiny reflections across the walls.
A few patrons turned to look as I passed, but I was too focused on spotting Aitana's familiar blonde hair to notice.
I finally saw her sitting by the window, the morning light casting a golden glow on her hair.
The coat seemed to be growing warmer against my skin as I walked, the sand inside shifting with each step.
I weaved between tables, leaving a trail of sand in my wake.
The coat's weight pressed harder against my shoulders, and I quickened my pace.
I could feel a burning sensation spreading across my back, tiny sparks crackling beneath the fabric.
They were barely visible, but they were definitely there.
"Aitana, there's something seriously off about this coat," I said, sliding into the seat across from her.
She raised an eyebrow, glancing at the sand trail behind me. "You mean besides the fact that you're shedding sand like a human hourglass?"
"Yeah, and it's getting hotter, like it's alive or something," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.
She leaned forward, her blonde hair brushing against my face.
"Maybe it's cursed," she said, her voice full of amusement.
I laughed, but before I could respond, she surprised me with a playful kiss on my lips.
The coat crackled with heat and static as our skin touched.
I heard a tiny gasp from the adjacent chair, and I turned to see Aitana's toddler son waddling towards us, his chubby arms outstretched.
I scooped him up into my arms, feeling the sand trickle down my sleeves.
The weight of both the child and the mysterious garment made me adjust my stance.
Aitana looked at me, her eyes wide with realization. "Do you think the coat is reacting to emotions or something?"
I nodded slowly, feeling the heat intensify. "It sounds crazy, but every time something happens, it feels like it's alive."
I cradled the toddler in my arms, the black coat's weight shifting as I rocked him gently.
Sand continued to trickle from the sleeves, falling onto his tiny shoes.
I whispered "mi amor" and "cariño" into his ear, feeling the heat build.
The coat felt like a heated blanket against my skin, not burning but comforting.
As I leaned down to kiss the child's forehead again, sparks danced beneath the fabric near my heart.
The toddler giggled and reached up to touch my face, his small fingers brushing against my nose piercing.
Aitana watched, her eyes shining with wonder.
"Maybe it's reacting to love," she said softly.
I smiled, feeling the coat's warmth seep into my bones.
The child began to yawn, and I settled him against my chest.
Sand trickled from the sleeves onto his tiny shoes as he snuggled closer.
The coat's heat enveloped us, a comforting cocoon around the three of us.
Aitana noticed her son shivering slightly and reached for the zipper on her own dark red Moncler coat.
The movement caught my eye, and I couldn't help but notice how pristine her coat looked compared to mine, which was now covered in sand.
She stepped closer, ready to drape her coat over her son, but hesitated when she saw the sparks dancing along my sleeves.
"Wait," she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Do you think it could protect him somehow?"
I glanced down at the sparks, feeling their warmth. "Maybe it's not just reacting to love; maybe it's trying to shield us."
I adjusted the coat tighter around myself and the toddler, watching intently as more sparks began to dance along the fabric's surface.
The sand inside shifted softly against the down filling, creating a gentle rustling sound.
As I pulled the zipper higher, a wave of warmth radiated from the coat, creating a shimmering effect in the air around us.
The sparks intensified, connecting into a translucent web that extended outward from the fabric.
Aitana reached out to touch her son's cheek, but her hand met resistance, as if an invisible barrier now separated us from the rest of the café.
