Seduction

When she opened the door in that short dress and that smile loaded with alcohol, I knew the night wasn’t going to end the way she’d planned.

I accepted the date out of curiosity: to be the object my boss lends his friends. But what his partner wanted from me that night, I never could have imagined.

When she asked me to put sunscreen on her, my hands already knew what my mouth hadn’t dared to say yet.

I had never paid for sex, much less with a trans woman. But that dawn, with the car full of gas and my head full of lust, I took one turn too many.

I’d spent months watching her pass by in the back with another masseuse. That afternoon, just as the clock struck six-thirty, her name appeared on my schedule for the first time.

He told me he’d show me three moments of pleasure and send me away light. He didn’t mention the cuffs, the balcony, or the vibrator that would change everything.

I went downstairs wearing the dress Mom had worn on her last vacation. When my father lifted his eyes, I knew something in him had broken forever.

When my mother finally decided to marry, I never imagined the trip to the island with my future stepsister would reveal the family’s deepest secret.

The elevator stopped on the eighth and he got in. I had the last cash in my pocket and the certainty that something was going to happen between us that morning.

I heard the water running and knew exactly what I was going to do. I slipped in silently, knelt on the tiles, and let the steam do the rest.

I served her the four o’clock coffee as always. Only this time I’d added something that wasn’t on any schedule.

She came out of the changing room with her back to me, wearing a bikini she had never shown me. I felt jealous. And, without knowing why, I started to feel something else too.

I crossed the parking yard, hungry and with a sharp hatred for humanity, and then I saw her hit the pavement. It was my boss.

I went to the club looking for a quiet night. I ended up walking through a bedroom door with another man’s wife and the promise that he’d wait outside.

I had spent years dressing in secret in my sister’s clothes. The night he waited for me at that hotel, I stopped pretending and became who I had always been.

I went in with the key he’d left in the planter. What I didn’t expect was to find her waiting for me, arms crossed and jaw clenched.

I accepted the invitation with my lingerie tucked in my bag. I never imagined there’d be no camera, and that the real plan was me.

When the classroom emptied, he stayed in front of my desk with a clumsy excuse about an exercise he already knew how to do. And I stopped pretending.