My Destiny Is As A Mistress Not A Wife

I was an intern with a law firm in Rio. My boss, a partner, took me to a cocktail party. I met a client, a very handsome older man. He kept me around him and when he was leaving my boss told me he wanted to take me home with him. She did not ask my opinion, go home with him and make sure he was happy with me.

My boss called me and said we were going to lunch and get my bag. At the restaurant it was that client, she told me he asked for me personally and to sit beside him. He was conducting business and I sat and listened. After lunch my boss told me I was going out with her after work. We went to a club, with him. He kissed her, a full sexual kiss and she responded. Then he kissed me the same way. My boss and me slept with him that night. In the morning she told me he really, really liked me and wanted me to agree to work with her after I finished law school.

I have two children now, my boss has one. He likes us together, to sleep he likes holding me. When he releases me I move over to be held by my boss. He gave all three children his name, which Brazilian men hide when their mistresses have children. I work almost exclusively for his companies, my boss supervises my work.

It's the Brazilian way. You either marry early or you are a mistress. I'm his mistress, my boss is his mistress, and everybody knows it.