Strangers

I’d spent twelve years waiting for Valeria to look at me like that. That night she finally did, but not in the way I’d imagined.

I boarded in Cologne looking for rest. What I found in that group was something I had never known how to ask for before.

When she opened the door, I knew the search was over. Valentina had curves you can’t fake and a direct gaze that promised so much more.

When I rolled down the window, Laura had already decided that night would have no limits. The strangers outside the car could tell.

I had been ignoring their looks for months. That night, for some reason I still don’t quite understand, I decided not to keep walking.

He called me a little slut the first time he saw me. The second time he begged me not to stop.

Valentina put on the black dress at midnight. Two strangers rang the doorbell. Marcos knew what was going to happen and, even so, opened the door.

There are clients who pay and think it gives them rights over your body. This is what I lived through for months as an escort and why I quit.

When the hot water wrapped around us and she entered the bath naked, I knew that business trip would be different from all the others.

Marcos introduced Lucía as his wife in front of the bartender. She was Diego’s wife. No one corrected him. That’s how the night began.

There was something unfinished from that first night under the bridge. My body remembered it. A week later, my feet took me there on their own.

They turned off the bus lights and he put his hand over mine. None of the sleeping passengers knew what was happening under that blanket.

I’d gone weeks without anyone touching me. When the driver looked at me through the rearview mirror with that half-smile, I knew I wasn’t going home alone that night.

Some clients pay for pleasure, and some pay for power. I learned the difference too late, when I already had the scars to prove it.