Free The Scorpion's Sweet Venom by Bruna Surfistinha Page A

be me,
     but they also posted Word files stolen from my computer. They were very compromising, since some chapters of my book were
     copied and pasted into the blog.
    This time I cried even more and lost several nights' sleep, wondering who might have done it and why. I managed to recover
     my password again, but I gave up on the blog. Until a friend who works with computers suggested I get my own site, where I
     could continue my blog and also post my photos.
    It was with this site that I started to taste success. The photos helped me gain the trust of people who didn't believe that
     the blog was written by a realworking girl. I'd received lots of emails from people who didn't believe me. Many of them thought
     I was a man dreaming it all up.
    It was with this change of address that my blog started making waves. Many people thought - and still think - that my stolen
     passwords were just a marketing ploy to get attention.
    My blog suddenly had so many visitors that I got a fright. Something so startling was going on that the guys at iBest, the
     host site, called to tell me my blog was the second most visited link. I had no idea it would go so far. At first, I was frightened.
     It's strange thinking that lots of people know what's going on in your life. It was as if they'd invaded my house and rummaged
     through my drawers. At the same time, I discovered that that was exactly what I wanted - for people to read about my life.
     At least my public life. Not Raquel's, but Bruna's.
    I went to bed for the last time in that flat. Our talk had really upset me. My father didn't trust me at all. Not even in
     my ability to look after myself. He made me feel useless. I promised myself it was the last time I'd allow that to happen.
     With him or any other man on the face of this earth. I oscillated between moments of distress and great excitement. In a few
     hours, I'd be free to go wherever I wanted, to do whatever I wanted.

Wednesday, 28 June

    FIRST CLIENT
    Client profile: a bit nutty at first. Later, he was OK. And really naughty. There was no chemistry or affinity.
    Classification: mechanical.
    Interesting fact: he slipped his dick into my cunt thinking it was my arse. But it wasn't my fault. I swear.
    Funny fact: he swore I'd smoked pot. It wasn't true. I swear.
    Round one: we went down on each other, but neither of us came. Just as well. Then I rode him until his eyes rolled back in
     his head.
    Round two: I got on all fours and we had anal . . . oops . . . vaginal sex until he came.
    Since June 2004, my posts in www.brunasurfis-tinha.com have all been like this. Standardised, very simple, without many details.
     I had up to ten clients a day. I didn't have much time to write, just enough between clients to jot things down on a piece
     of paper to type up later on the computer. Even so, due to the blog, I inspired the fantasies of many boys and men as they
     wanked themselves off. And I gained a certain fame. It wasn't exactly what I'd been seeking, but since it had happened . .
     .
    In August 2004, the magazine É poca interviewed me and a special edition of the magazine Capricho did a story on me. I gave an interview to Vip , several newspapers and a couple of porno magazines. I appeared in a number of websites, participated in online chats and,
     one day I was invited to appear on the TV programme Superpop, hosted by Luciana Gimenez. It was a double opportunity.
    Firstly, I'd be able to show my face so people would believe I actually existed and was really me. Yes, lots of false Brunas
     were beginning to pop up all over the place using my name, like a certain Samara, who passed herself off as me in the online
     community Orkut and even created a community: ENOUGH OF BRUNA, THE SURFER GIRL.
    Secondly, I believed my parents would see me and realise that, although I'm in prostitution, I'm fine. I'm not rotting in
     a corner. That's what I wasthinking when I gave the interviews. I even went on the radio station Jovem Pan's