Ivan92

When they went into the club, Camila and Florencia just wanted a good night out. They had no idea it would end in a wager that would leave them with nothing to cover.

I was only going to try on some jeans. She was on the other side of the curtain, with a smile unlike the one she gave any ordinary customer.

When I saw him come in with the other two, I knew I wouldn’t hold back that night. My red heels and his gaze were enough to change everything within minutes.

I had spent two years working for Adrián without crossing a line. That afternoon in the Mediterranean, amid heat and wine, everything changed.

She arrived with a backpack on her shoulder and a red pacifier between her lips. She had just turned twenty-two and laughed as if she already knew everything that would happen next.

I got to the door first. I leaned against the wood with my eyes closed, and when I heard him coming down the hallway, I knew that night we’d do it in silence.

He told me to close my eyes, that he had chocolate for me. What I felt on my lips was not exactly chocolate.

When I saw him come out to applause, I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn’t know I’d do it in front of thirty women I didn’t know.