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I Wasn’t Supposed to Want Her

by Marti

It started with a coffee I didn’t even want.

The kind of morning where everything feels beige. The lights too bright. The lobby too polished. The clothes on your skin too tight in all the wrong places. I’d thrown on a denim skirt that made my mother’s voice echo in my head and a blouse I left partially unbuttoned just to feel like something in a room full of boring.

I wasn’t trying to be noticed.

I just didn’t want to disappear.

Then she walked in.

Sarisha.

And suddenly, I forgot my own name.

Tall. Composed. A voice like velvet wrapped around steel. She wasn’t loud. She didn’t need to be. She owned the air the moment she breathed it. And when she looked at me—just for a second—I forgot why I hated mornings.

But here’s the thing they don’t tell you in onboarding:

The real test doesn’t happen on the training floor.

It happens in the pause between eye contact and decision.

And I made mine.

I followed her into the elevator.

With Irene.

God, Irene.

Sharp as a blade. Lips painted like a dare. A woman who smiles like she knows what you sound like when you come—and she’s probably right. The way she looked at me? That wasn’t curiosity. That was intent. And I—I wasn’t as immune as I wanted to be.

Somewhere between the fourth and sixth floors, I stopped pretending.

Sarisha’s fingers slid under my skirt.

Irene pressed against my back.

And I let them.

Not because I was weak.

But because I was ready.

Ready to be touched in the places I’d kept hidden—even from myself. Ready to surrender to women who saw not just my curves, not just my attitude, but the ache beneath both.

That day didn’t end with a debrief.

It ended with a promise.

And I kept it.

If you’ve ever stood in a doorway, pulse racing, wondering whether you should cross the line—they already know you will.

I did.

And I don’t regret it.

Want to know what happened next?

Come inside my world.

Marti’s Course Day is just the beginning.

This isn’t a fantasy.

This is my story.

And I tell it in full.

I would love to tell you more, much more …