Anal

I accepted the date out of curiosity: to be the object my boss lends his friends. But what his partner wanted from me that night, I never could have imagined.

My mouth and body were ready, my heart pounding in my chest. All that was left was for him to walk through the door and look at me the way I needed him to.

She dressed me just like her: black corset, fishnet stockings, and the same wig. That night we were going to work together for the first time, and I had no idea how far it would go.

He told me he’d show me three moments of pleasure and send me away light. He didn’t mention the cuffs, the balcony, or the vibrator that would change everything.

The rumor raced through the bakery like wildfire: Espiguita was back. And the only man who truly knew her felt the past crash down on him.

The first time I knelt before my cousin, I stopped being who I was. What came after changed my body forever.

I went to the club looking for a quiet night. I ended up walking through a bedroom door with another man’s wife and the promise that he’d wait outside.

I went up to the third floor in my fishnet stockings and white heels, left the door ajar, and waited for the sound of my steps to wake the hunger in the men in the hallway.

I had spent years dressing in secret in my sister’s clothes. The night he waited for me at that hotel, I stopped pretending and became who I had always been.

I accepted the invitation with my lingerie tucked in my bag. I never imagined there’d be no camera, and that the real plan was me.