DragonTravieso

She stood beside the bronze sculpture in a black dress that seemed in love with her body, and she looked at me without shame, as if she already knew what we would do that night.

I advanced beside my sponsor, not behind her like the other cases. I was the highest-rated, and that night they all wanted to buy me.

Lorena dressed me as the most desired woman of the night, told me eight men were waiting, and for the first time I didn’t want to run from what I felt.

When she came into the bathroom to leave me a clean towel, I knew something was about to happen. What I didn’t expect was for me to be the one to make the first move that night.

I closed my eyes, raised my ass, and waited to hear his voice. He wanted no lingerie or flirting—only to find me naked and ready for him to fulfill his promise.

They had shared the same room since childhood, and she watched her sleep every night. That morning, when her aunt let the towel fall in front of the mirror, she knew she could no longer keep pretending.

We’d spent five days giving ourselves over without taboos, but it was that last morning by the water, with her trembling in my arms, when I understood what had really happened.

She arrived at the house on Saturday at noon, sat down across from us, and before speaking took a deep breath like someone about to leap into the void.

She arrived at dinner thinking it would be a quiet evening among friends. She had no idea that night would teach her, in a stranger’s arms, everything her body had kept silent for years.

She’d spent years winning without feeling anything—until the girl from the stands grew up, returned as her rival, and showed up at her door.

Every Sunday, when she left, I opened her wardrobe and became someone else in front of the mirror. That afternoon she forgot her keys and came back early.

I told my parents I’d spend the day with a friend. In reality, I was going to Renata’s, where a wig, a pink cage, and a man who knew what he wanted from me were waiting.

I’d spent a year staring at that toy in the drawer without daring to use it. That night, in my lace nightgown with the padlock locked, I knew I was finally going to let it open me all the way.

When Daniela asked if she could sleep with me that night, I knew neither of us would wake up in the morning as the same woman who had arrived at the estate.

I arrived at his door trembling, unaware that a cheap dress and plastic heels would change everything I thought I knew about myself that night.

When Mariela asked her to take off her panties too, Carla looked to her mother for the stop she expected. She found none—only a complicit smile.

An ordinary man discovered that beneath his wife’s clothes lived another version of himself, ready to emerge when lockdown came.

When Valentina took off her blouse in front of me with no hint of shame, I thought it was only confidence. I still didn’t know what she had planned for that afternoon.