Party

Renata always hid behind Camila and Marisol. That night, on warm sand and far from home, she decided she was done watching from the shore.

I barely knew him, but when that stranger grabbed me in front of everyone, the driver set down his drink at the bar and walked over with a calm that was scarier than any shout.

When I opened the front door, I knew that woman was going to ruin my night. I had no idea how far she’d take it, or where she’d end up kneeling in front of me.

I tied him up with a thin leash around everything that mattered to him, and when I pulled for the first time, I knew that night would be mine from start to finish.

I walked through the door expecting a normal party. Instead I found a patio full of girls in bikinis, no other men, and a hostess with a smile that was anything but friendly.

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.

When I went back to the kitchen for the ice, my best friend was on her knees in front of one of the guys. And the others were right behind me.

A week after the party I was still thinking about them. So I wrote to all of them, put on my shortest dress, and went to the house where I knew nobody would interrupt us.

When Mariana came downstairs changed, followed by her friends, I knew that office gathering wasn’t going to end like any other evening among acquaintances.

Three friends, a company-paid suite, and two Málaga guys in the mood for fun. Lorena knew that last night on the island she wouldn’t be sleeping alone.

They blindfolded me and sat me in a chair. When hands made me touch that naked body, I knew my farewell party would be unlike any other.

My friend pushed me back onto the sofa, told me not to move, and before I could understand what was happening there were hands prying my legs open.

I arrived in a black dress and the idea of an easy night. By 3 a.m., I was no longer counting bottles or the hands running over my back.

I left work in unbearable heat and decided to stop by the sauna. I had no idea that detour would lead to something much bigger involving all three of us.

Two girls and ten guys in a private room, expensive drinks, and a card game that stopped being innocent with every ice cube. I wasn’t planning to stop.

When Sofía said, “What if instead of a threesome we had an orgy?” my stomach dropped—and for once, I didn’t want to say no.

We went upstairs without knowing that night we were about to cross every boundary we thought we had clearly set.

She lowered her voice and whispered in my ear while dancing: tonight I want you to watch me with your two friends. And instead of stopping her, I played along.

I knew that devil costume was too daring, but what I couldn’t imagine was how far I’d be willing to go once I left my panties hidden in the bathroom.

I thought I’d pay up with a kiss or a joke. Instead, my friend dared me to show up as an escort at his best friend’s bachelor party.