In Public

I crossed my arms to hide what the theater’s cold had betrayed in me. Then he sat beside me without asking, as if the seat were his.

I went down those basement stairs with my heart in my throat, and before I even thought twice, I was already on my knees in the back booth.

She could cloud an entire city with desire, but that night it was Renata who snapped the lock shut, slipped the key into her pocket, and smiled like a lovestruck jailer.

I charged a lot and chose who I was with. That yacht invitation looked like any other, until the one man who didn’t touch me turned up on the beach.

I advanced beside my sponsor, not behind her like the other cases. I was the highest-rated, and that night they all wanted to buy me.

The stained dress still hung on the door like a trophy, and she no longer feared any mirror or any gaze.

Five of the boss’s friends, a rented house, and a poker game. Diego knew how I’d be dressed on every round; no one knew how the night would end.

I was distracted by my phone when I felt his hands on my ribs. That night in the courtyard, nothing innocent was left between us.

I knew he’d come looking for me sooner or later. I just had to wait beneath the streetlamp and let his guilt do the rest of the work for me.

The meter had expired, and he was already kneeling with the wheel clamp. I had only a few seconds to convince him another way.

I never thought kneeling in front of him, silently and in secret, would become my favorite pleasure. But that free hour changed everything.

She got the mechanic she’d been watching from the queue. When he slipped her his phone number “in case the car had problems,” they both knew the car was the least of it.

If you’ve never had a good blowjob, you don’t know what I’m talking about. And no, I don’t mean coming in her mouth. I’m going to tell you the secret I discovered by chance.

I opened the cabin door expecting an empty bunk and found five half-dressed strangers. That same night I understood why I travel alone.

We thought we were alone in the hidden cove, until I noticed those three wouldn’t take their eyes off us. And we didn’t mind looking back.

Tied under the lights with his gaze fixed on my back, I understood that tonight the real show was him: forced to watch everything he refused to give me.

I got on the most crowded car to escape hands I didn’t want, never imagining I’d end up wanting other hands in full view of the platform.

Two strangers filmed me from under the table while he ordered me to stay still. The worst part was that I loved being the show everyone was watching.

My owner planted the idea like a seed: money for my body and a stranger watching every detail. That Tuesday afternoon I went to fulfill it, not knowing how it would end.

She slowly spread her knees until I understood that little show under the table was for me, and for no one else in the whole café.