Kevin_Mty

I went down thinking he’d stop any moment. That I’d say enough, that this wasn’t my thing. Fifteen minutes later I was screaming the opposite.

I opened the door expecting the smell of damp and abandonment. The house smelled of freshly brewed coffee and of a man. And there he was, pouring himself a cup as if he owned the place.

The cock that had left her trembling on Saturday belonged to the man who would sign her evaluations on Monday. And neither of them planned to stop.

I spent twelve months hauling spotlights and hating my life. That dawn, by the fountain, a stranger asked me to photograph her like no one ever had.

I never thought I’d be capable of something like this, but the bank ultimatum was on the table and I could only think of one way out neither of us would forget.

A car braked beside me and asked my price. I was thirty-seven, a lawyer, and for once I decided not to say no to the madness.

I parked next to her car, not knowing that my free afternoon would end with her climbing into mine, in the darkest corner of the parking lot.

From the dance floor we were already sneaking our hands to each other; what we didn’t finish in the car, we continued in my room, unhurried and unclothed.

He slipped a little note into my hand when he took the plate away. I read it in the room: it was his number. And I knew I wouldn’t be alone that night.

I found her panties on the hallway floor, with a note on top. From that night on, we played a game neither of us wanted to end.

I kept it to myself for over a decade. It all started with a pair of white stockings and ended in a car at two in the morning, with the last person I should’ve gotten involved with.

When she opened the door in that short dress and that smile loaded with alcohol, I knew the night wasn’t going to end the way she’d planned.