Seduction

Ride-share drivers who came in as tops and ended up asking me to fuck them. Employees who kissed like madmen. Every trade was a different world.

I let my sandal fall without anyone seeing. My foot found his leg under the table, and when I touched him, I knew there was no going back.

Forty-five years old, a growing belly, and a chastity device my own daughter controls from across the bar. This is my life now.

When she drew the curtain and put my hands on her body, I understood that my cousin had decided that afternoon would change everything between us.

I saw him for the first time across the pool while Marcos signed papers. Something in the way he looked at me told me that night would not end like the others.

I was wearing my roommate’s tight dress when a taxi driver stopped to ask me for service. I never imagined I’d enjoy it so much.

There were six of us at Rosa’s bar. By three in the morning, the same six of us were still at Valeria’s place, but nobody had any clothes on.

It took me two seconds to recognize him on the other side of the bar. He was wearing a tight skirt and fishnets, and letting a stranger touch him.

I’d gone weeks without breathing properly because of work. That night I wanted to celebrate alone. I walked into the first bar I saw and left as someone else.

I had to sleep on the floor of my own room. My sister and her husband were in the bed. We’d been waiting for the moment for months. That night was the moment.

I drew back the curtain without making a sound. Sofía was turned away, water running down her shoulders, not knowing what was about to happen to her.

When Rodrigo opened the door for me, I knew there was no turning back. My life was about to change in a way I never imagined.

I met Andrés, with that smile that undid me. Sofía wasn’t home. I hadn’t come for her anyway.

She had made the promise weeks earlier, in a moment of weakness she never forgot. Now she was here, and Karim was not going to let her regret it.

I spent two hours in her sitting room answering questions as if it were a job interview. In a way, it was.

When I came back from the kitchen and saw Marco’s hand on Rodrigo’s thigh, I felt a jealousy I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to smother or feed.

We arrived not knowing what awaited us. We left changed. An estate, seven men, and a stranger who decided I would be his that night.

Natalia had never slept in the same room with me. That night in Cartagena I discovered she didn’t mind being naked in front of me either.

I was twenty and had never been with a man. That night, while closing the gym, the only member left walked into the showers at the same time I did.

He sat off to the side, looking at the water with resignation. He was shy, he was a virgin, and he was perfect for what my friend and I had been thinking about all afternoon.