Office

Renata entered the dean’s office expecting a suspension. The dean locked the door, told her to stand up, and said the punishment would be very different.

No man ever made me finish. I found that out late, after years of other people’s hands and faked orgasms: the only body that knew exactly what mine wanted was my own.

In the elevator he brushed my arm like it was nothing and smelled like expensive cologne. That same night, while I got dressed in the dark, I was already planning how to leave Tomás.

I went over just to watch the final. When the whistle blew, a hand sank into my ass and I knew the real plan was starting then and there.

We were alone in the office at seven. By ten Camila was leaning against a shelf in the archive and I couldn’t think about the client anymore.

Marina thought it would be a classic threesome, her in the center. Until she saw her two straight friends looking at each other in a way that changed everything.

Three gin and tonics, two coworkers he barely knew, and a sofa. What began as an office drink became the most unexpected night of my life.

I drove toward the cliff determined to end everything. What I found in the lagoon’s icy water gave me back my will to live, and something I never imagined.

At four in the morning, while he was making love to me, my husband whispered my coworker’s name. And I, in the dark, smiled.

One look from Renata was enough for me to understand: she’d seen everything the previous afternoon and now wanted her share, with no chance to refuse.

I handed her a blouse one size too small without telling her why. When I heard her muffled cry from the fitting room, I knew I was going in and I wouldn't come out the same.

From the monitor room I saw her open her jacket when she thought no one was looking. She had no idea her new guard had been watching her all morning.

My friend gently nudged me with a knowing smile. “Go,” she said. “He won’t be able to take his eyes off you all night.” And she was right.

I locked the dressing room, opened the suitcase, and stopped being Tomás. That night at the club, I had no idea my own boss would push the door open.

When he ran back to the car, I was still planning to leave him at the station. At three in the morning, he was pressed against my back, searching for me beneath the sheet.

When the last coworker closed the door, I knew that night I wouldn’t go home as the same woman. He looked at me and I was already trembling.

I thought it was all over when the principal paid me and sent me away. I had no idea the real owner of my body was her, the woman at the next desk.

When she pulled me into the dark alley and kissed me against the wall, I knew the trip I’d won at the office wasn’t going to be what I expected.

When the thunder started shaking the building, I knew she’d be pounding on my door. What I never imagined was that she’d end up in my bed that night.

I had never undressed in front of anyone. That afternoon, on his leather sofa, a man twice my age asked me to remove the blazer I’d hidden behind all my life.