Anal

He was the boss’s son: proper, shy, well-mannered. I never imagined what he did on Friday nights when he disappeared.

I spent twenty minutes on my makeup, put on the chestnut wig, and opened the hotel door when he knocked. I had been waiting for that moment for years without knowing it.

Adrián kept looking at me while working shirtless. When I saw the bulge in his pants, I knew that afternoon was going to be very different.

I got there before Daniela and a girl offered me a drink at the bar. I didn’t know that night we’d end up the three of us in bed, doing things none of us had planned.

When I was left flat broke and unable to pay the rent, Lorenzo knocked on my door at ten sharp. I had never been with a man before that night.

When I saw him come in, too afraid to lift his gaze, I thought it would be just another appointment. It wasn’t. What I found beneath that gown kept me awake for days.

When Don Eduardo closed the office door, Valeria knew they hadn’t come to discuss any report. They both held a secret, and that made them equals.

That morning Rodrigo closed his office door and pulled out a small gold bag. Inside was something that would change the office mornings forever.

I had spent months exchanging messages with him, unsure whether I would dare. Then the day came, and I climbed into the taxi with trembling hands and stockings in my backpack.

Rodrigo went pale and pulled the phone away. I knew exactly what had happened before he even opened his mouth to explain.

We had spent the morning joking among the five of us, with that tension nobody names. When they started touching each other, it was obvious the afternoon was going to last a long time.

I saw him on the harbor terrace: tall, bearded, broad-shouldered. Marcos glanced at me, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing.

When I was left alone with Marcos, the lifelong neighbor, something shifted between us. He came closer slowly and kissed me without asking permission or forgiveness.

Three months alone in Singapore for work, a free Saturday, and a masseur who didn’t ask too many questions. That’s how the afternoon I never planned began.

When I told him I could call someone to keep him company, he went out to buy cigarettes. Thirty minutes later, Sofía came down the stairs in heels.

I had never done it. Never let anyone in there before. That afternoon in the booths, a stranger with hand cream changed everything.

Diego looked at me before turning off the engine. We both knew what it meant if I invited him up. Even so, I opened the car door.

He was big, calloused, with hands that did the heavy work without ever complaining. He wasn’t the man I would have imagined. But that snowy afternoon, something broke.

I had never gone out dressed for the street before. That Friday I decided it was time: miniskirt, heels, and the year’s most crowded subway car. What happened surpassed anything I had imagined.

When Mariana asked for my help, I knew the secret I’d hidden for years was about to come to light in front of three people I barely knew.