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What started as a paid massage in a small-town hotel turned into something my friend and I swore we’d never tell a soul.

I was only looking for a place to sleep. I never imagined a hole in her pajama pants would change everything that night.

I needed to tell someone who wouldn’t judge me, and all I could think to do was knock on his door. What I didn’t expect was what would happen at dawn.

“Only the first three levels,” I promised him on the plane. Neither of us imagined where that challenge notebook would take us before we got home.

I told them my comfort was more effective than any cold drink. I took off my clothes before going in and waited for the hot water to betray me in the steam.

I walked out of the shower thinking no one had seen us. That same night I found on his phone that someone had recorded every moan from the next cubicle.

I thought he was coming in for an ordinary problem. Instead, he sat across from me, lowered his gaze, and began to tell me something he’d hidden from everyone for years.

My patients tell me their secrets and I nod as if mine weren’t worse. Today, for the first time, I’m going to tell you the truth about me.

I knew those two hadn’t invited me fishing just for the river. And if I’m honest, I hadn’t said yes just for the river either.

I’d spent months imagining it and couldn’t bring myself to admit it. That afternoon, an ordinary conversation was enough to send everything out of control.

I’d spent weeks avoiding her, convinced what we had was over. Then the phone rang and her voice was enough to tell me I’d fall again.

When he put my hand on his crotch while driving, I knew there was no going back. That night I stopped pretending and gave myself to him completely.

I rented the room and turned off the lights, letting myself be spoiled like never before. Until my hand moved between her legs and found something I’d never imagined.

I had my fuchsia dress in my backpack and one idea in my head: that night, I was going to belong to whoever paid for me.