Party

That night we went down twenty-two steps into the basement where the sax was playing. What happened down there still hasn’t been told to anyone.

He drank the violet liquid once, for revenge. But that night, his new body learned something his male mind could never forget.

I charged a lot and chose who I was with. That yacht invitation looked like any other, until the one man who didn’t touch me turned up on the beach.

I advanced beside my sponsor, not behind her like the other cases. I was the highest-rated, and that night they all wanted to buy me.

The stained dress still hung on the door like a trophy, and she no longer feared any mirror or any gaze.

I got off the plane not knowing that trip would end with his hand gripping my waist in the sand, and me wishing morning would never come.

Lorena dressed me as the most desired woman of the night, told me eight men were waiting, and for the first time I didn’t want to run from what I felt.

He carried the tray trembling, the skirt riding up his thighs, while they toasted and laughed. That night he wasn't a guest: he was the party's toy.

I boarded the catamaran to escape the world for a while. I never imagined I’d end up naked, surrounded, and the one who didn’t want it to stop.

I went back to the reunion for one unfinished high-school kiss. I never imagined that night, with the bottle spinning, would end with three of us in the same bed.

I crossed the room with my heart racing, knelt beside her, and knew that after that night my mother would stop seeing me as the little girl of the house.

When I got to the cabin, there were only thirty men in suits and a drink waiting for me. It didn’t take long to understand why they’d paid me so much.

There was only one thing they were forbidden to do to me, and it was exactly the one thing I wanted while they used me for an entire month.

We left the party at four in the morning thinking the night was over. In reality, in that huge house it was only just beginning.

When I climbed onto the table to dance for them, I knew I wouldn’t come down the same. There were ten, then twelve, and none left wanting.

When the door opened and she came in wearing that leather coat, I knew that women’s night was going to change something inside me I’d never be able to ignore again.

Drunk and heartbroken after losing my job, I said yes to her flirting. “Just five minutes in the bathroom,” she promised. I had no idea how far she meant to go.

I thought it would be a little innocent peck, just to laugh. But her mouth stayed on mine longer than it should have, and I knew that night we weren’t going to sleep as friends.

The Rio girl sat between them like the night belonged to her. “Soft or the kind that break things?” she asked. Neither of them knew what was still waiting to be discovered.

I went looking for my husband in a jealous mood, and the man I was dancing with stopped me: “Leave it, I gave him permission.” I didn’t understand until his body pressed against mine.