The Bar Dancer Taught Me Not to Resist

That year I was transferred to another branch of the place where I worked. The previous one had been a quiet café; this one was a nightclub, and the difference hit me on my very first day. There were dancers, music blasting at full volume, and a clientele that never left. I was put behind the bar, mixing drinks, and although the pace was insane, the schedule suited me: I worked Thursday through Sunday, which left me the week free to study.

That’s where I met Camila. She was beautiful in every sense of the word: she was studying veterinary medicine, just like I had chosen a long degree, and she danced as if the stage belonged to her. She was the owner’s favorite, and soon I understood why. That certainty dragged me into an adventure I still remember with goose bumps.

I barely saw her. My spot behind the bar didn’t give me a break, but I always stole a moment to watch her dance. Since we were the only two among all the staff who were studying, we became friends quickly. Camila was funny, quick-witted, with a laugh you could hear over the music. What I never imagined was the side of her that would end up driving me crazy.

Camila would dance and then lock herself in the owner’s office. Among the staff, comments circulated about what went on in there once the door was closed, but no one could prove anything. Until one night in particular. She finished her number, went into the office, and disappeared. That branch had bathrooms with showers for staff, and I remember perfectly that I went in to freshen up.

I found her there.

Camila was sitting on the bench in front of the sinks, legs open and her sex exposed, slowly touching herself with her eyes closed. I stood there, not knowing what to do, shocked by what I was seeing. She opened her eyes. She didn’t even flinch. She kept touching herself, but this time with her gaze fixed on me.

—Sorry —I murmured, embarrassed that I’d been staring at her.

But she wasn’t giving me any way out. I walked over to the sink pretending I was going to wash my hands, and I couldn’t stop watching her in the mirror. In the end I turned around.

—Do you need help? —I asked, my voice lower than I intended.

—Mmmm.

That sound was enough. I knelt in front of her, and she kept her legs open and took her hand away. I started touching her gently. Camila closed her eyes and let herself go. I parted her folds with my fingers, found her entrance, and drew slow circles before taking her clit between my fingers. I let go, ran my tongue from bottom to top, and her moans grew deeper. I slid two fingers inside while I kept working with my mouth, and she grabbed my head so I wouldn’t even think about pulling away. Not that I felt like doing that. Suddenly her breathing broke, the orgasm shook her whole body, and we looked into each other’s eyes before starting to kiss.

We heard footsteps nearby and got scared. Camila immediately slipped into a cubicle and I went in after her. It was another coworker coming to the bathroom, so we stayed quiet. I sat on the toilet lid and she settled on top of me, feet lifted, so that from outside only mine would be visible. I could feel her heat. She ran her hands through my hair and we kissed again, slowly, her tongue stroking mine while I fought not to let out a moan that would give us away. The coworker left none the wiser.

Camila was kissing my neck when I stopped her.

—Wait, Camila, they could catch us.

—But you like it, don’t you? You do like it. I know you watch me when I dance. I know you like me.

—Mmmm —she kept kissing my neck—. Wait, please, they can’t see us.

—Do you really want me to stop?

—No. Not really.

***

She stood up, grabbed her purse, and started changing. I went out after her, and before going back to the hall she kissed me on the lips and told me that at one in the morning, when I got off work, she’d be waiting for me in the parking lot.

Every alarm bell in my head went off. She gave me one last kiss and we each went back to our post. The two hours left felt endless. When they finally marked one and everything was ready, I went to the parking lot. I saw her standing on a corner, the place almost empty by then.

—Come on, beautiful —she said.

We got into her car, and the moment I closed the door she took me by the nape and we kissed. It was a wild battle of kisses: she tried to dominate me and I tried to dominate her, but she was too skilled and it felt too good. She started the engine and we pulled off. Since I lived alone, I suggested going to my place. She agreed.

She was incredibly sexy. She wore a tank top without a bra, and her nipples showed through the fabric. At a traffic light she took my hand and brought it between her legs. The shameless woman had nothing on under her skirt, and all at once I found myself against her wetness.

—Look how you’ve got me —she whispered. —Touch me.

I stroked her while she drove and enjoyed it. I leaned in, pulled her top down a little, freed one breast, and started sucking it while the light stayed red. I let go when she shifted into first again.

We got to my place and she seemed a little calmer, but I felt like I was burning inside. I went to the kitchen to make us something to drink. Camila appeared behind me, turned me around, and we kissed. She broke the kiss, went down my neck, and went straight to unfastening my pants. When she took off my underwear, it felt as if something very wet were peeling off my skin. I was soaked.

—Ohhh, someone’s very wet —she said with a smile.

Like an expert, she slipped her tongue between my lips, found my clit, and started sucking it. My skin prickled all over and I began to moan, silently thanking the fact that I lived alone. She did it slowly, making sure I enjoyed every lick, every caress.

I made her stand up and we moved to the sofa, where we finished undressing. Her body was a poem, everything in its place. She asked me to trust her. I only wanted to devour her, make her scream, but I decided to let myself go.

She took her scarf and blindfolded me. I felt her stand up, kiss me, and go somewhere else in the house. I found out when she came back: she had gone to the kitchen, where I’d been preparing the drinks, and brought back the ice bucket. With a little piece she began tracing my nipples, which hardened even more. She went down over my belly and I felt every fold of my skin reacting. She made me lie down. Since I couldn’t see, everything was amplified.

—I want you to enjoy this.

—I want to see you —I protested.

—I want you to feel everything. I’m going to lick you all over.

And that’s what she did. But just when I was about to come, she stopped. She changed my position and put her mouth back on my sex, this time barely grazing my back entrance. Again, seconds before the orgasm, she stopped. I protested. She only put a finger to my lips and kissed me. She repeated that a couple more times, until I was desperate to rip off the blindfold and look at her.

At last she let me. She pressed her sex against mine and we started moving in a delicious sway, our clits touching, our lips brushing. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. We adjusted ourselves until our whole bodies could touch, her nipples against mine, and as if we had synchronized, we felt the spasms at the same time. I begged her not to stop. She told me to stop breathing, and when the orgasm hit me, the sensations were much more intense.

Camila collapsed on top of me, out of breath, and together we found a way to catch our breath again.

***

It was close to three in the morning and we were taking a shower. I told her she could stay the night. Since the next day was Saturday and neither of us had university, she accepted. I lent her clean clothes for after the shower, though it wasn’t necessary: a little while later we were in my bed screaming with pleasure again.

The next morning we were making breakfast amid groping and stolen kisses. Then we put on a movie in the living room, but neither of us paid any attention. Her lips seemed far more interesting to me than any screen. She was sitting on my lap, topless, while we kissed, when the doorbell rang.

I thought about staying perfectly still and silent until that person left. I had no intention of moving. But the bell kept insisting, and in the end I peeked out.

It was Renata.

Camila dressed in a hurry and I went to open the door. Renata was surprised to see her behind me and apologized for not letting me know she was coming. The situation made Camila uncomfortable, who suddenly remembered an engagement and said she had to leave. A little while later she was gone, and I was left alone with Renata.

—Who’s that girl? —she asked.

—A coworker.

—Do you have something with her?

—Why are you asking?

—Because I find her here, barely dressed, and everything in this house is screaming that there was sex.

—Well, that’s my business, Renata.

—Come on, baby, tell me. Do you like her? I can share.

—That’s exactly the problem. You love sharing and I don’t.

—And where’s that coming from?

—Nothing, forget it. Why did you come?

—I miss you.

—Stop, Renata.

—You know I want you.

—And you know you drive me crazy, that I get vulnerable with you. That’s the issue.

She leaned in and caught my lower lip between hers. That contact made my skin prickle. I had planned not to sleep with her again, but that single brush of her mouth knocked down every intention I had. I kissed her, and in seconds my tongue was in her mouth and hers was stroking mine. Clothes started getting in the way and we shed them on the way to my room. Renata lay back on the bed with her legs open, one hand stroking her sex and the other drawing circles over one nipple. Her gaze burned.

That was the view I had while I put the toy on her: a double dildo, strapless, with one end going into my own vagina and holding the phallic shape I would use to penetrate her. A friend had shown it to me long ago, and it had become my favorite.

I threw myself on her and penetrated her. In that position I took her furiously, feeling how her body responded to every thrust. As soon as we came, I sat up with my back against the headboard, and she climbed on top, riding up and down while I gripped her ass with both hands. I could hear her moaning next to my ear, and I knew that yes, I had missed her.

A while later I was the one biting the pillow because of the way Renata was taking me from behind. My nipples brushed against the fabric and pleasure grew until I came in the way only she knew how to bring me there.

***

We lay on the bed, enjoying the caresses that come afterward.

—We should invite your little friend over for a threesome —she said.

—I don’t know.

—I missed you.

—I missed you too.

—You can have as many women in this bed as you want, but you belong to me.

—Then why don’t you leave my father and move in with me? —I blurted out.

—You know I can’t.

—That’s something you have to decide for yourself —I said, holding her gaze. —You can repeat a thousand times that I belong to you, but I’m not going to wait for you all my life. The day will come when I fall in love and it will be returned, and then there won’t be any room for you anymore. And it will be your fault, for rejecting everything just to keep up a life of appearances with my father. A man you don’t love, who doesn’t satisfy you in bed.

Renata got angry. She dressed in silence and left. I slept for a couple more hours, got up, and went to work. Camila was waiting for me there. At one point of carelessness, we slipped into the bathroom and gave each other long kisses, the kind that promise much more later.