Seduction

Connor didn’t speak a word of Spanish, so when I started stripping my wife in front of him, he didn’t understand a thing until it was already too late to leave.

The phone rang after midnight. It was her, but she didn’t say a word: she just turned the camera so I could see, in the dim light of that car, what she was doing.

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.

I didn’t know their names; we only knew we worked for the same company. Two hours later I was naked between the six of them, determined not to regret a thing.

I dressed in my plainest clothes so I wouldn’t give anything away. What I didn’t count on was that I wouldn’t be alone in that apartment—and that I was still the same girl as before.

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.

I went down to the water in the black bikini they’d chosen for me. Three men waited in the dim light, and I knew exactly why.

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.

The email arrived without a sender: the queen was smiling, her face covered in cum and the crown still on. Then I understood why the same kind of girl always won.

I’d spent forty years waiting to take part in an election. No one warned me I’d end up naked, chasing a stranger among overturned ballot boxes.

She was hunting young flesh on the platform, and the three boys with the beach backpack had no idea the prey was the one hunting them.

At forty-five, and after eight years without touching a man, Inés thought she’d seen it all. Until her two most prim friends showed up crying with the truth.

She agreed to show them around the city, believing she was in control. She had no idea every dinner, every beach, and every misstep were part of a game designed for her alone.

I went down to the garden ready to call the police. I never imagined I’d end up on my knees, giving myself to the three strangers hiding in the guest house.

When she finally opened her eyes, she discovered that the four armchairs around the bed were no longer empty. And then she understood what he was playing at.

When Renata pulled the thong from her pocket and laid it on the table, I knew that afternoon wouldn’t end with coffee.

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 let them walk ahead so I could stare without pretending otherwise. I never imagined that, before noon, they would beckon me from behind the palm trees.

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.