Party

Three women, three men, and one rule that night in the bungalow: nobody knew who would end up with whom, and the timer was already running on the living room table.

When that green-eyed girl came into the bar, I was the only one who noticed the detail the others missed. By that same night, she was in our bed.

I only wanted to sleep off the booze. But when the door opened and the three of them came in, I decided to keep my eyes closed and see how far they’d dare go.

I’d been lying on the towel for hours, the sun sinking, and every time I thought it was over someone new knelt beside me with another idea in mind.

I left my phone at the entrance, set up my decks, and when night fell I understood why: half the garden was fucking without shame, and the hostess came straight for me.

The taxi dropped me in front of a huge gate and a guard was waiting for me. I still had no idea that night would turn me from a guest into the game.

We swore a hundred times that nothing would happen with them. We swore it until we convinced ourselves. Then they called us to their room and she was waiting for us naked.

When the Marshal’s shot rang out, I knew it would be our last night. What I never imagined was what the party would become once the lights went out.

I knocked on the wooden door expecting my father, but the foreman opened it instead—with a different smile. Then he told me my dad wasn’t there.

For years I'd been chasing something harder than one man. That weekend, at my mountain house, thirty of them were waiting by the pool.

I thought I’d just have something typical to eat before bed. I never imagined those two guys from the bar would lead me into the most uninhibited night of my life.

I was only there as company, I swear. But when the two of them came onto the terrace, identical and smiling the same way, I knew I wasn’t going to behave that night.

When Mariela took the microphone and said the bar was closed for just the women there, I knew none of us was going home the same.

She had spent years going to that club alone, waiting for a glance that would stay on her. That night, unknown fingers took her hand and dragged her into the dark.

Mariana had never kissed another woman until that night. She came home trembling with desire, never imagining her stepsister was watching her in the dark.

I didn’t know anyone at that girls’ dinner, until she walked through the door and our eyes got stuck on each other over the plates.

She arrived on my friend’s arm, with that mouth and those full lips, and I knew right away that on my birthday she was going to be mine, even if she was another man’s girlfriend.

The club closed at two and none of us wanted to go home. We booked a jacuzzi room, got two more bottles, and threw out an idea that changed everything.

She accepted the invitation to pay her cheating boyfriend back in kind and chose the fine-featured zombie, not imagining what she would discover when she took off the costume.

I was wearing a too-tight red dress and had just turned forty-two when that blonde woman put her hand on my waist and pulled me against her.