Chapter 2

I woke up, as I did every day, after eleven in the morning—this time with my head in a mess. I didn’t know what to do. Today, at three in the afternoon, I was supposed to start dancing at the cabaret. I didn’t need the job. My husband is a doctor, and we live comfortably. But I feel the urge to work in that dive as an act of revenge, because he’s unfaithful to me.

On top of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eduardo—the owner of the cabaret and my brother-in-law. I had never cheated on my husband before. It was my first experience with infidelity. And it had been magnificent. I still trembled remembering his touch, his kisses, and the way he made love to me. He made me feel like a living, breathing woman—not just some trophy he bought, the way Cristian makes me feel.

This secret affair came with two problems beyond the infidelity itself. Eduardo was nearly ten years younger than me, and he didn’t know he was my brother-in-law. At the time we had sex, neither of us knew that. But now that I do, it’s weighing on me. Even if his relationship with his brother is broken, I don’t know how he’ll react when he finds out we’re in-laws

I asked Ana, my housemaid, to bring me breakfast in bed. She knows me well. She noticed the worried look on my face and asked what was wrong. I told her I just had a headache. She seemed satisfied with the answer and didn’t press further. She’s been working for me since I got married, so she feels comfortable enough to check in on how I’m doing. I feel like she genuinely cares about me.

I tried to eat breakfast without thinking about anything, but my thoughts kept coming back again and again. Mindfulness wasn’t working this time. I took a cold shower, hoping it would cool down my head and silence the mental noise. It was useless. As the cold water ran down my body, burning thoughts kept pouring into my mind.

I gave in and went out to the patio to think about my situation. My good side told me I should stop all this and forgive my husband. My bad side urged me to keep dancing at the cabaret and keep screwing my brother-in-law. After hours of going back and forth, I reached a conclusion. My bad side won. I would dance in that dive and keep playing sexually with Eduardo.

I looked for a sexy outfit—one of those I used to buy to please my husband, though he never appreciated them. I put on a pair of sheer lace panties and a matching bra. Garters and a garter belt were a must. I also wore patent leather heels with fifteen-centimeter stilettos. In my purse, I packed a leather mask, a crisp white masculine-style blouse, and a pair of dark satin gloves. To hide everything, I covered it all with a long, flowy hippie dress.

After lunch, I left the house and drove to the cabaret. I arrived very early—forty-five minutes ahead of time. A man who looked like a thug told me I needed to get dressed and be ready to start working at exactly three o’clock. As I walked toward the dressing room, I looked around, searching for Eduardo. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. I started getting ready for my first performance. I took off my hippie dress. Just as I was about to put on the shirt, someone knocked on the door. When I asked who it was, Eduardo answered that it was him.

When I opened the door, he lunged at me. He pulled down my panties, pushed me onto a couch that was part of the dressing room furniture, and climbed on top of me. The way he fucked me was rough—and I loved it. "After your first dance, we’ll talk about us," he said confidently. I was stunned. I had thought it was just a sexual game for him—one of many.

I finished getting dressed after Eduardo left. I put on the open shirt. I did my eye makeup dark and smoky, which made my blue eyes stand out even more. I painted my lips a fiery red. Finally, I slipped on the satin gloves and the mask.

As I stepped out of the dressing room, I ran into Antonella—the coordinator of the afternoon shift. She was an older woman, very beautiful, with dark hair and green cat-like eyes. She was authoritative, but at the same time kind and welcoming. She told me I would go on right after the girl who was currently dancing. I got really nervous, and she noticed. She gave me a few tips—like imagining I was dancing for the man I liked, moving as sensually as possible, smiling constantly, among others.

And then it was my turn. The host introduced me as Almendra and told the customers it was my first dance at the club. I walked out, swaying my hips with purpose. When I sat on the chair placed at the center of the stage, the music started—something perfectly fitting. I spread my legs as I moved my arms and body in a playful, flirtatious way. Then I stood up and turned my back to the audience. I slowly took off the shirt while dancing erotically. After that, I looked back at the group of lustful men staring at me and kept dancing until the song ended.

They applauded enthusiastically. I didn’t know how I was supposed to thank them, so I mimicked a theater actress and then walked toward my dressing room. On the way, I ran into the coordinator and my brother-in-law. They both congratulated me. Eduardo told me to follow him to his office. Once he closed the door, he kissed me passionately. Then he invited me to sit down and began by saying he was troubled—because he had never felt what he was feeling for me. He didn’t deny that he had slept with many of his dancers, but none of them had ever stirred in him what I made him feel.

"I want to be your lover," he said, looking at me with those dominant hazel eyes.

I didn’t answer. I was dying to keep having sexual games with him, but he was my brother-in-law. I didn’t know whether to be honest with him or not. After a long silence, he asked what was wrong—if I didn’t like his proposal. I told him I’d love to be his mistress, but first I needed to tell him something about my husband. He replied that he didn’t care to know anything about my married life. He grabbed me firmly by the waist and kissed me fiercely.

Then we had sex again. After resting for a while, I had to go out and dance again. In total, I danced five times during my shift. When six o’clock came around, I removed my makeup and put on my hippie dress, which concealed the lingerie I wore in my role as a burlesque dancer.

When I got home, I took a long shower. I put on my pajamas. As I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Cristian had arrived. Ana served tea for both of us. As usual, he began telling me all about his workday in great detail. I barely listened. My mind was elsewhere—on my sexual encounters with Eduardo.

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