Office

She was leaning against the wall, looking at her phone, in a black dress that suited her far too well. She wasn’t smoking. She was just waiting, and I still didn’t know for whom.

Her mother went to mass on Wednesday afternoons, and that half hour became the office’s best-kept secret.

I woke with the heels still on and a voice whispering that there was no turning back: each day I would become a little more Lola and a little less myself.

We were always the last ones to turn off the lights. That night I walked in without warning, and what I saw changed every shift after that.

I walked into that gray office ready to beg for a document. I left knowing that that night the one who’d be begging would be him, on his knees in his own house.

We worked in the same building, and one brush in the elevator was enough for me to understand I was about to lose something I thought untouchable: my will.

I’d been at the company barely a month when my director put her hand on my thigh and ordered me upstairs for a drink. I wasn’t about to disobey her.

Mariela recognized that hoarse voice before she even turned around. The true owner of the office had returned, bringing all the old rules with him.

My tits were always my secret weapon, and that Friday with the office empty I decided to use them to get from him what I really wanted.

They thought they were paying for one night. Ariadna discovered something else: she liked giving orders too much to ever go back.

She picked me up, pointed to her cheek for a kiss, and I understood the orders wouldn’t stay in the bedroom this time: they started in the car.

My mouth is dry, my head is about to explode, and I don’t recognize this bed. Beside me, naked bodies sleep that I knew far too well last night.

I went downstairs dressed to serve them drinks, but everyone in that room knew the real prize of the game wasn’t on the table—it was in their hands.

The phone rang after midnight. It was her, but she didn’t say a word: she just turned the camera so I could see, in the dim light of that car, what she was doing.

I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.

She agreed to show them around the city, believing she was in control. She had no idea every dinner, every beach, and every misstep were part of a game designed for her alone.

The applause came from the four armchairs around the bed. She turned, still breathless, and found them naked, waiting their turn.

You didn’t plan to work that day, but the message sounded like an order. What you didn’t know was that your coworkers had been waiting weeks to see you walk in like that.

She agreed to follow her in the car without really knowing why. She only knew that, while driving behind her, something inside her body was stirring to life.

It was two in the morning, the bottle was nearly empty, and she was still laughing on my sofa. I knew that was the moment I had been waiting for.