Lara_Quito

I shaved myself smooth, slipped into my black thong, and painted my lips red. He’d arrive in an hour, and I was already trembling before I’d even seen him.

“Come downstairs at nine. Well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Today the two of us are going to use you.” I turned off the phone with trembling hands and began counting the hours.

For weeks, two shadows had followed her at a distance. That night, instead of hurrying away, she turned around and waited for them.

She’d worn the key to my cage around her neck for months, reminding me who was in charge. That afternoon, in the storeroom, she learned that power changes hands faster than anyone imagines.

I thought it was all over when the principal paid me and sent me away. I had no idea the real owner of my body was her, the woman at the next desk.

I accepted the date dressed as a woman, not knowing that afternoon in his car I would decide everything that came after. He just looked at me and said: “You’re going to have clients.”

She laughed at my jokes, touched my arm, and I thought I had her in the bag. I never imagined she’d be the one taking control that night in the hotel room.

I thought I was alone among the trees, until a crackling sound changed everything and I realized how badly I wanted someone to find me like that, naked and surrendered.

That morning I shaved my legs, put on the white platforms, and got out of the car knowing everyone on the street would look at me. And look at me they did.

I was wearing my favorite dress the day those two men understood, without me saying a word, exactly what I was willing to give them.

The sun burned our naked skin while Damián split me open without mercy, and in the water, a few meters away, my mother discovered that she was hungry too.

She took off her underwear at the lookout, with the couple down on the beach in the distance. Then she proposed the most exciting bet of his life.

When I read his first poem, I felt as if someone had entered my mind without permission. The worst part was realizing I wanted him to do it again.

There was something about the man sleeping under the bridge that had kept me thinking about him for weeks. I went back that night without knowing what I expected to find.

There was something unfinished from that first night under the bridge. My body remembered it. A week later, my feet took me there on their own.