The Woman at the Club Who Made Me Doubt Everything

I still wonder how I ended up agreeing to work at that place. At least it was only for one weekend. I don’t know what line Mara used to convince me to cover for her; the little devil could sell ice to an Eskimo. “The event of the year,” she told me, as if that explained everything.

—Come on, you won’t regret it —she insisted over the phone—. You’ll be serving drinks for a few hours and they pay really well.

—I don’t know, Mara. What if they do a lot of filthy stuff?

—Carolina, where do you think I’m sending you? It’s a private event, an adult toy exhibition. The atmosphere is perfectly professional, they just ask for discretion. That’s why I need someone I trust, and the only person I trust is you. Pleeease, pleeease, pleeease.

—Fine —I gave in—. I hope I don’t regret it.

—I owe you one —she said, and I could almost hear her smile—. You’re going to like it, you’ll see. The coworkers are good people. Just be careful with Dani: she’s the most unbearable person you’ll ever meet in your life.

—Nah, that doesn’t worry me. This Dani is going to fall at my feet.

On Friday I arrived at the Carmesí club with my nerves climbing up my throat. It wasn’t nearly as packed as I’d imagined, maybe thirty people at most, all of them elegant and surprisingly polite. My coworkers helped me get settled, always checking whether I needed anything. For now I was just assisting at the bar, and although I still hadn’t met the famous Dani, everything was going smoothly.

The evening opened with a talk about self-pleasure devices that were about to hit the market. I was surprised by the variety. Suddenly I felt almost old-fashioned: I only had a clitoral suction toy and, when I used it, I thought I was the kinkiest woman in the world. How naive.

An hour or so had passed and I confess I was already starting to get turned on. They were explaining in detail how to use them, the most sensitive spots for vibration, even how to breathe while touching yourself. Then three girls went up onstage and started undressing to demonstrate the vibrators.

God. That’s when I understood the dynamic and why the confidentiality clause existed. I couldn’t believe how naturally everyone was acting, as if there weren’t three women masturbating completely naked in front of them.

—Oof, I got here just in time for the show —I heard behind me.

The voice sounded so deep and confident that I turned around to see who it was.

—You’re the new girl, right? I’m Dani, nice to meet you.

—Yes, that’s me —I answered, not very sure of what I was seeing.

As it turned out, Dani was a woman, and a very attractive one. I’m not lesbian, but I can recognize perfectly well when another woman is beautiful. And I don’t know whether it was the heat of the moment or her unfeminine style—her hair tied up with not a strand out of place, her face without a trace of makeup, that look that seemed to read you from the inside—but for a moment I wondered what it would feel like to taste her lips.

—Good thing you’re here —she went on—, because I can’t stand Mara. That woman drives me crazy.

—Ha, I think the feeling is mutual —I replied, trying to shake off those absurd thoughts.

We were interrupted by some customers asking for drinks. For the rest of the afternoon it was hard to focus: between the girls’ moans, their faces flushed with arousal, and Dani standing right beside me, I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.

—Which one of the three would you pick? —she asked me, amused and flirtatious.

—Me? None of them. It’s not my thing.

—Oh, don’t be boring. Though come to think of it, if I had to choose, I’d choose you.

—What did you say? —I blurted out, shocked.

—You heard me perfectly, gorgeous. I’d choose you.

—Well, too bad, because I’m straight, darling —I replied, trying to hide my nerves.

I couldn’t wrap my head around such shamelessness. At least, I thought, I had made it clear she had no chance with me. I think.

All I wanted was for the night to end. Those few hours felt like an eternity of torture.

***

Once I was in bed, it was impossible not to take care of myself after everything I’d seen. I started by imagining my ex—yes, I know, pathetic, I still haven’t gotten over him. He broke my heart a couple of months ago, but he had a body worth remembering. In my head I got on all fours and he fucked me again and again, without mercy. I was so wet I was just a hair’s breadth from finishing.

And then my mind played a dirty trick on me. It wasn’t my ex pounding into me anymore: it was Dani caressing me, kissing me, holding me by the neck while boasting about how easily I’d fallen into her traps as I begged her for more.

I came harder than I had in a long time, screaming her name. My whole body shuddered and went limp. This couldn’t be happening. I only like men, I only like men, I repeated to myself over and over until I fell asleep.

***

Second night. This time I arrived mentally prepared. I knew what to expect and I had to keep myself under control, no matter what.

Saturday was the turn of toys for men, and they were much more than the famous inflatable dolls. There was everything: electric masturbators that mimicked a vagina, full-body dolls, others from the waist down. The quality stunned me; in terms of material, texture, and even temperature control, they had nothing to envy real flesh.

I got excited when the guys came out. Finally, a demonstration I was going to enjoy one hundred percent.

—So, that’s what you like? —a voice murmured behind me.

—Yes, Dani, that’s what I love —I answered, emphasizing the last word.

—You know… —she moved behind me, pressing her body against mine—. I can do to you exactly what you’re seeing. In fact, I can do it better.

I was unable to answer. I froze. The heat of her body mingling with mine and the memory of what she’d done the night before clouded my reason completely.

—Did I already leave you speechless? Are you that easy? I can feel you trembling, gorgeous. I know you like me. You’re not as straight as you claim. Let me show you what you’re missing.

Her words in my ear, her body getting closer and closer until I felt her breasts pressing against my back, her hands sliding up and down my waist. The wetness between my legs went out of control, my sex started throbbing and I even felt a tingle in my nipples without anyone touching them.

—I have to go… I have to leave. Sorry.

I managed to pry myself away from her hands and ran to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and clean up the mess between my legs. That woman was driving me crazy, and she knew it. For the rest of the night I avoided her by every possible means and, when the exhibition ended, I left without saying goodbye to anyone.

***

At last, Sunday—the final day of my torment. All that was left was to survive this day and I wouldn’t see Dani again, or question anything, or ever work an event like this again.

That night it was the turn of toys for couples, including BDSM. They explained the basic rules of each practice, the importance of preparation, consent, and safewords. The idea was to give pleasure to your partner while giving yourself pleasure.

When the demonstration started I had to swallow hard. There were two couples. In one, he penetrated her while a dildo took her from behind and she stimulated her clit with a vibrator, all at once. The other couple was in a similar situation, except the girl had her hands and feet tied and her eyes blindfolded.

Needless to say, the volcano I felt inside was ready to erupt at any moment.

—Mmm, I see you like it rough, huh? —said Dani, positioning herself behind me, this time not pressing against me like the night before.

—It can’t be, you again —I replied, pretending to be annoyed.

—You missed me already. Admit it.

—Where are the guys?

—Can’t you see them? Watching everything from the front row.

—This isn’t fair. We’re the only ones working.

—Look around you, gorgeous. Everyone’s totally absorbed. Trust me, nobody wants a drink right now.

—Huff —I snorted.

—Don’t get discouraged. This gives me time to get to know you better. I’m dying to know how rough you really like it.

She started touching my waist again, sliding her fingers upward along my torso, brushing my breasts every time she went up. Once again I had no strength to say anything; I didn’t even want to run. I didn’t want her caresses to stop. They were a mix of tenderness and possession I wouldn’t know how to explain.

Her fingers slipped under my blouse, seeking direct contact. I yelped when she pinched both nipples at once.

—Too much for you, sweetheart?

I only shook my head. The battle was lost.

She kept at it for a few minutes, gifting my breasts different kinds of caresses while I tried to breathe normally and pretend I wasn’t being publicly groped like never before. One of her hands went down, slipped under my skirt, and touched my sex without beating around the bush.

—Mmm, you’re really wet. I’m curious: are you like this because of what you’re seeing, or because of what I’m making you feel?

I didn’t answer. My brain still hadn’t connected to my mouth.

—Answer me. Answer me! —she demanded, and without warning she penetrated me with two fingers. She sank them in as deep as she could and started fucking me furiously in and out.

—You… you… —I managed in a moan I couldn’t hold back.

—That’s what I like. Obedient.

Her fingers worked wonders; the sensation was light-years beyond what I could do to myself. With one hand she was fingering me, with the other she was holding my breasts. My legs started trembling, my muffled moans grew louder, and my skirt and panties were on the floor without me knowing when they’d fallen off.

—You’re going to come for me, right? Remember what I told you? That I could do it better than any man.

—Mm, mm —I nodded.

Then I felt something considerably thick trying to enter me. I opened my eyes wide and let out a choked cry; my heart was trying to leap out of my chest.

—Yes, gorgeous. I came prepared to give you what you need.

I felt the intruder with my own hands: it was a harness with a dildo already pumping into me over and over.

—And you know the best part? You can choose the size, shape, and color —she told me without stopping her thrusts, kissing my neck and sweeping my hair aside.

That back-and-forth carried me off to another world. Her hands never stayed still: they teased my clit, squeezed my breasts, held my hips firmly. My moans blended with those of the couples onstage. I bit my lips and clung to the bar so I wouldn’t lose my balance. I couldn’t take it anymore.

—Ahhh… ahhh… mmm…

—Yes… like that, Dani.

—That’s it, gorgeous. Give me everything.

I leaned my head on the bar, trying to catch my breath, when I felt a new warmth between my legs. I turned quickly and found her kneeling there, licking me, delighting in me.

—Sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted every last drop.

I only smiled. She looked so damn sexy in that position that everything inside me flared back up.

Unfortunately we had to pull apart all of a sudden when the applause started, which as always marked the end of the demonstration. I pulled myself together as best I could and kept working, pretending nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t just gotten the best fucking of my life.

When it ended I looked everywhere for Dani, but I didn’t see her. I never heard from her again. I asked the coworkers and they told me Daniela—that was her name—didn’t usually give her number to anyone.

I was disappointed. Maybe I’d misread everything, maybe for her it had only been once, maybe she was used to it and hadn’t enjoyed it the way I had. A thousand theories ran through my head and pushed me toward madness, but I had no way to find her. So all I had left was to treasure the moment she’d given me and pray our paths would cross again someday. I was left with so many questions and not a single answer.