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I saw her leaning against the bar as if the entire club existed only to hold her up, and knew no amount of money would be too much for a night with her.

I kept it as evidence for the case, but that night, alone, I slipped the silk over my body and saw in the mirror someone who had been waiting years for me.

I always wondered where he got so much money. When he finally showed me, my best friend stood before me in white stockings and with a smile that changed everything.

That night I wasn’t the host, I was the ornament. My wife picked my dress, put me in heels, and ordered me to smile while her bosses appraised me.

Adrián fell asleep ten minutes after takeoff. The man by the window waited until he heard his steady breathing before leaning toward Marina and whispering in her ear.

I didn’t shower before going back home. I wanted my boyfriend to feel the gym sweat on my skin and the trace of another man, and not have the courage to ask whose it was.

He could tell something was off in my breath, but he never dared name it. My best work wasn’t on any screen: it was inside his head, on a loop.

He only came to use our computer on a rainy afternoon. But he showed me a program that could strip anyone naked, and without thinking, I asked him to try it on me.

I told him I wasn’t going to touch him, just look. But each folder he opened on the screen pushed me a little closer to crossing the line we’d been skirting for months.

He sat right beside me even though the theater was nearly empty. His knee touched mine and didn't move away. Then his mouth found my ear, and I knew that afternoon belonged to him.

Damián saved half the city and took the rookie up to his suite to celebrate. Tomás admired him like an idol, until that night he discovered who was really in charge.

The hot water ran down my back and, for the first time in that captivity, I felt his calloused hands like a caress. I didn’t open my eyes. I had promised him.

She descended from the plane of pleasure into a Ruzafa apartment, and when the street’s desire brushed her skin, she knew no loose clothing could contain her.

When the classroom emptied, he stayed in front of my desk with a clumsy excuse about an exercise he already knew how to do. And I stopped pretending.

If his cock wouldn’t respond, he’d borrow another man’s. It was enough to look a man in the eye and whisper the right suggestion to get to his wife’s bed.