Strangers

There was only one guy at the back, washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and, without saying a word, we both knew the wait was over.

I paid a fortune to find the perfect wife. The app sent me one profile: Daniela. What I discovered at the hotel wasn’t in any photo.

Renata always hid behind Camila and Marisol. That night, on the warm sand and far from home, she decided she didn’t want to watch from the shore anymore.

We had never gone beyond a polite greeting, but that soaked afternoon, trapped by the rain in his shop, everything changed with a single message on my phone.

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.

I went up to that flat for a haircut. She opened the door with the promise that she’d stay in a thong in front of a complete stranger.

It had been months since I’d had a proper cock in my mouth, so when that white Mercedes daddy messaged me, I didn’t think twice.

I walked to the shore with a stupid plan: pass in front of her and memorize her. I didn’t know that stranger would let herself be watched as if she’d chosen it.

I came thinking of Pilar, but it was her friend who slid the number across the table and told me, without beating around the bush, to call her as soon as I got home.

When she handed me her card and told me to come hungry, I knew that woman wasn’t after conversation: she wanted someone who could keep up with her until dawn.

They thought she was easy prey. They had no idea her trained legs could become the weapons that would bring them to their knees.

She had begged for months for a single word from him. On Tuesday his message arrived, and the proposal was so reckless that accepting it could cost her far more than her pride.

I knew the rules: one hour, no agreed limits, four against me. What I didn’t know was how much I’d enjoy losing control in their hands.

I crossed the hotel door knowing that night I would stop being me. Three strangers were waiting with a poured drink and no intention of handling me gently.

I drove to a lost cave to chain myself up for the whole weekend. What I didn’t account for was someone finding the keys before I did.

He went into the bar looking for cheap company. He came out on his knees in an alley, discovering that pleasure and humiliation could be the same thing.

Beneath the formal cloak and dark glasses, the architect hid a young body that the workers building her bridge would soon discover, one by one.

My husband slept through the afternoon while I walked the sand searching for the three men I’d been imagining for two days. I wasn’t coming back without them.

The message arrived just before bed: an invitation for the next day at noon. I didn’t know how many of us there would be or what awaited me, but I had already said yes.

The waitress had been watching me all through dinner. What I didn’t imagine was that she and her coworkers were waiting for us in the dark among the trees on the beach.