House of beauties

Ronny Waldrow had not been in such a place for a long time, but this time, not only was he driven by curiosity but also by boredom in his family's bed. A wig was placed on his bald white head, and a fake mustache to avoid recognition.

- Hello, sir! - The maid came out to greet him, wearing almost no clothes - Please come into the living room.

Ronny Waldrow entered a large room. He did not have to wait long for two girls to approach him. Both were in promising robes and barely covered up. Every effort was made to expose as much of their already perfect and flawless bodies as possible. But Ronny Waldrow was unmoved. As hard as it was to believe, he had been faithful to his wife for ten years, they had married for love. So far, he could find nothing to criticize about Hannah. She was a wonderful mother, wife, and lover, but sometimes people get tired of their favorite foods and want something new.

The hostess welcomed Ronny Waldrow to the most prestigious place in the room:

- Perhaps this is your first time here, because you are as confused as a child. What would you like to drink? Just have a few glasses first, and then choose freely. What are your preferences? How do you imagine your future “lover”?

- I don't know either!

- Then I'll just let you look at our photos. The reason I asked my honored guests about their intentions on our first meeting was because you men are unpredictable. You still love your wife very much... Are you arguing again, or are you suddenly curious?

- My friends told me so much about this place, they said it was amazing... and they kept praising it... so finally I'm here!

- Very good! The girls will show you to your room, and you will find the album on the little table. Look at it and choose. If you like any girl, don't worry, it will be worth the wait.

The whisky warmed Ronny Waldrow, and when he opened the first album, he no longer felt so embarrassed. He flipped through the photos. The girls were all naked, some only half-naked, trusting in their shy, childlike smiles and burning eyes. By the third photo, Ronny Waldrow felt exhausted. He saw his wife, Hannah, in a very provocative pose. Thinking to himself, “I wouldn’t be moved like this if I had a cow’s neck cut off,” he reached for his handkerchief. Ronny Waldrow didn’t want people to see his shock, but his hostess was quick-witted:

- I see you've found your true love! Let me guess who it is! Let's bet you choose Silvia!

- Yes, yes... I did choose her. I just saw her name under the photo now... Si... Silvia...

- She'll be done now. As soon as her guests leave, you can go up to her. In the meantime, relax with the girls.

Ronny Waldrow took another sip of wine and let himself be pampered and fondled by the girls. His mind was elsewhere. Hannah was here? But how could a woman lead such a double life? A devoted wife and mother, and here, in a matter of hours, condescending to every passerby!? No, that was almost impossible! But the photograph... surely he could not be mistaken. Before coming here, Ronny Waldrow had called home. The maid had told his wife to go to the hairdresser and tailor and not return until dinner. That meant that for her, this was just an afternoon outing. And not for money, which he could guarantee her a hundredfold what she would get here. So what had brought her here? Hot blood? Suddenly, Ronny Waldrow felt that he was below zero as a man. If a woman ran away or occasionally visited this place, from a marriage, there was only one reason: her husband. He thought to himself here, then the landlady spoke up:

- Silvia is waiting for you! Trust her! There's no need to suggest your preferences, Silvia is a master of love. They say she can even read minds!

He opened the door to room number eight. Hannah lay on the bed, in her promising dressing gown, which she had altered a little so that anyone who looked at it could imagine everything.

- Come closer, my love... are you afraid of me?

- Of course, she can't recognize me! - Ronny Waldrow suddenly thought, because he was expecting a completely different reception. - That means Hannah doesn't recognize me! Good... very good... one might say wonderful... then she will be... silent! Thoughts rushed through Ronny Waldrow as he moved toward the woman. He saw the seductive smile on her face, and the lewdly exposed body, all of which had been practiced over many years...

An hour later, Ronny Waldrow came down the stairs.

- Well, aren't you disappointed? - The landlady smiled at him.

- Now give her a break! - Ronny Waldrow suggested. - I promised her an hour's rest.

- Is she tired? - The landlady nodded respectfully - My hat's off to you, sir!

Ronny Waldrow let the girls put the robe on him, then walked out of the house and to the corner. It was only on the third block that he hailed a taxi. He told the driver to take him to his place, because he didn't want anyone to see him in front of the sin house. Once in the car, Ronny took off his wig and mustache, and then he began to shiver. He was cold all over, his teeth chattering. Ronny Waldrow felt exhausted.

“What have I done? How could this be possible?”, because all of this was his fault, if only he hadn't thought of going into that house... Hannah would still be alive.

But Hannah was dead! He had strangled her. She lay on the sinful bed, in her thin robe, with a seductive smile on her face. As he approached the bed, Ronny grabbed a pillow and pressed it down on the head of the still-unconscious bastard snake, pressing and squeezing until the lustful face and voluptuous body went rigid. He felt all the life leave her body.

Hannah did not give up easily. She struggled with her hands and feet, tearing her husband's jacket with her nails, but Ronny Waldrow attacked with such ferocity that he had been preparing for this for months. The clothes had to be thrown away, because under the victim's fingernails there were probably bits of cotton thread that could give him away. Otherwise, there was nothing to fear: there were no fingerprints on the pillow, Ronny had wiped the doorknob, the glass he had drunk from must have been washed immediately after he left.

Ronny Waldrow started the car, knowing he had to get home as quickly as possible. At least to prove his alibi. The police would surely call home when they found the body. The hour of rest Ronny had paid Silvia would pass quickly, and he would need to change clothes. It was a shame for a woman who would sleep with anyone, while putting the man who loved her to sleep... He unlocked the door with his own key and walked across the main room to the dressing room.

“Hello, honey!” he heard his wife’s voice from the couch outside the window. Ronny turned around, as if struck by lightning.

- You... why...? - he asked, stunned.

- I had to wait a long time at the hairdresser's so I came home a little early. We can eat now, I'll have dinner ready.

- No... I'm not hungry! - Ronny Waldrow sat down on the steps and it took him a few minutes to speak.

- Today I saw a girl who looks exactly like you!

- Oh... people are all the same.

- But this girl resembles me like two hairs...

- Where do you see it?

- What's the big deal? - Ronny asked again.

- Yeah… it doesn't matter. I've always been shy about telling you about it. You know, my parents are divorced and I live with my mom, but…

- And your brother lives with dad, I know this. So what?

- We were twins from the same egg... I didn't know anything about it for many years. We were at odds with each other before I knew you. She was lost in a part of life that I couldn't accept. People are wrong when they think that twins are identical in every way. Silvia always had a fire inside her that never went out, she hated everything about ordinary life. Silvia would have become a terrible girl... if she had lived until now...

... At the “House of Beauties”, everything went on as usual. Silvia, ten minutes after her guest left, called to say that she could send another guest, but not to be “wild” like the previous one. If she had not been vigilant and had not been accustomed to protecting herself from the violent gestures that men were so fascinated by, she would no longer be on this earth. However, she had memorized the face of the old playboy: If he dared to seek her out again, he would pay tenfold for his sadism...

Source: https://baothainguyen.vn/van-hoa/202507/ngoi-nha-cua-nhung-my-nhan-e2426ff/