Lingerie

I asked for just one thing for the last night: to dance. What happened after that, in the cabin at the end of the corridor, I told no one.

I walked into the suite expecting a frightened woman. I never imagined what was hiding under that long skirt, or how eagerly she meant to show me.

I’d given her permission to let them watch us. What I didn’t expect was for her to pull the curtain herself and move my hand aside to put hers there.

I booked the empty time slot and wore the tightest T-shirt I owned. What I didn’t expect was to find two men waiting for me on the tatami.

When she opened the door and saw him standing there, she knew no one had ever looked at him the way she was about to. And he meant to prove them all wrong.

“I want to see something new,” He said from the armchair. And I already knew exactly how I would surprise Him, even if it meant dragging Vera into it with me.

The air in the room had become unbreathable when He looked at us and said that night we had to prove how far we were willing to go for his pleasure.

It took only slipping the heel off my heel for him to stop looking me in the eyes. And I discovered how much power could fit on the tip of one foot.

Every gesture is calculated: the brush of stockings, the heel dangling from my toes, the smile that makes them feel guilty. Today I woke up wanting to play.

His mother had a habit of adjusting her thong as she walked, even when she knew I was watching. That afternoon, her empty bedroom proved too tempting to resist.

I could have changed in thirty seconds. Instead, I walked to the door in heels, knowing perfectly well what he was about to see.

For years his wife called me “the mistress.” But I never was. I was his sex worker, and this is the truth she never wanted to hear.

I asked Damián to come with me and wait in the waiting room. The doctor invited him inside. I said nothing. That silence changed everything.

I’d spent years dressing in secret, but that night I put on the boots, the fishnets, and the velvet dress, and walked out the door as her.

I thought selling a few photos would be harmless. But that night, phone in hand, I discovered how badly I wanted someone who was only my friend.

I had forty minutes of class ahead of me, the camera on and the entire dildo inside me. I only had to keep my face still. That was all.

One random dawn I turned on the camera and, without knowing it, opened the door to the only woman who learned how to make me tremble from six hundred kilometers away.

I bought black stockings with my heart in my throat, knowing that once I locked my apartment door I’d become the woman I’d been imagining all day.

I thought I had the whole house to myself. When I heard that deep voice behind me, I knew my secret had just been discovered.

We’d been sharing an apartment for two years, and she had never looked at me like that. That summer afternoon I found out what she was really hiding on her phone when I walked in unannounced.