Mondays are always the same for me. My company schedules a 9 a.m. Zoom meeting to go over the previous week’s sales numbers. Same boring hour every week. I just roll out of bed, throw on the oversized hoodie that stops right below my ass cheeks, no bra, no panties, with my hair looking like it lost a fight with a tornado, and sit at the kitchen table with my phone and my laptop.
The camera only captures from my collarbones up to my head, twenty-something coworkers staring while we pretend to care about conversion rates.
That Monday I was forty-five minutes into the meeting when my phone buzzed.
Valentina: Open the f*****g door, my p***y’s already wet for you.
I muted myself, after saying “coffee,” and went out of the kitchen to open the door.
She was soaked from the rain, her white t
