Seduction

My boss had kept me aroused throughout the flight. When I got up to use the bathroom, I never expected someone else to follow me in.

She bent down to gather the pieces of the broken cup, unaware that someone was watching her from the doorway, holding his breath.

Every afternoon she moved the box that served as a door and sat beside me, as if that cramped corner were the only place we could be someone else.

When I found out what the forfeit was, I was struck dumb. Not because I couldn’t, but because it exposed me with a man who knew half the city. And yet I arrived on time that first day.

She wrote one line: «Story or fantasy?». I never imagined that question would end with her naked on my massage table, waiting for me to prove it.

I saw her leaning against the bar as if the entire club existed only to hold her up, and knew no amount of money would be too much for a night with her.

I'd seen the way he looked at me whenever I went to his house. That week at the beach, away from everyone, I decided to find out how far my boyfriend's father would go.

I had never kissed a woman. In the mirror of her foyer, I understood that afternoon would involve far more than watching.

I thought the house next door was empty. When I looked up from my book and saw him on the balcony, I knew exactly what I was going to do with him.

He’s twenty-two and asked me, staring down at the street, whether I really liked going down between a woman’s legs. That night, I told him everything I knew.

I climbed onto the bench, pressed my eye to the plastic grille, and recognized her: the woman who had been glancing my way all afternoon.

He left the sheet on the bed, folded in four, with my new name written at the top. Every line was an order, and I already knew I would obey them all.

At six, her friend's message came with three kisses, and Amparo knew before answering that this call would not end like all the others.

They got into my car thinking they were only going to take a bath and eat a hot meal. I had already decided that afternoon wouldn’t end with them dressed.

Every time she pushed open the bar’s door, six men rose at once, as if they had rehearsed the scene hundreds of nights.

I thought it was just another night of studying until she turned her head, looked straight at me, and said the words that changed everything between us.

He was obsessed with one idea, and I played with fire every time I slipped away to meet him where no one could see us.

I thought my future would be decided by the owner of the coast’s most expensive club. I never imagined the final test would be given by his right hand, a woman seasoned by years in the trade.

Mateo promised her it would be a success. What he didn’t tell her was that he planned to hide under the desk while she greeted her first live viewers.

That morning, as she dressed shamelessly in front of me, I understood that the real game wasn’t sex: it was how many people she wanted watching her.