Page 2 of Idée Fixe
“No, because every single time you have that laugh you-”
She grabs me by the wrist and pulls me forward. “I promise this will be fun.”
Rolling my eyes, I rest my forearms on my knees. “Fine.”
Opening her laptop, she grins. “Ok, so there’s this website that you can go to that’s linked with this private rave.”
She clicks on the search engine and types in the website. “This year is a neon rave and, well,” she pauses, turning to look at me.
“Well?”
“Just go in with an open mind ok.”
“Sienna do me a favour and spit this shit out,” I chuckle around the rim of my glass as I throw back the rest of the contents and pour myself some more.
“Ok, so you sign up to this fetish rave and-”
“Sorry?” I chuckle, wiping my lips free of alcohol. “Sounded like you said this was a fetish rave.”
“It is. They only accept a certain amount of people every year and I’ve already applied. So now, it’s your turn.”
Pushing the laptop beside her, I drink some more, and the warm buzz starts coming in. Pressing my finger to the mouse, I scroll through the list of fetishes and furrow my brow.
“What thefuckis Aquaphilia.” I read.
“Love of sexual activity in water.”
I shrug. “Makes sense.”
“There’s loads of them that might be a little odd but-”
“We don’t kink shame here. Danny loved getting pegged so I guess this is nothing really because-”
“Hold on!” Sienna holds her hands up. “You used to fuck him in the ass?”
“Yeah, so I guess I should’ve seen the gay thing coming,” I chuckle. “I used this fucking octopus dildo he found on The Clock App. He fucking loved it.” I laugh through the words. Trying not to get on the subject of him but more the situation at hand.
“Do you have a picture?”
“Uh,” I grimace. “No Sienna we didn’t-”
“Of the fucking dildo you idiot.” She chokes out.
“Ohh, Yeah. I’ll show you later.” I keep scrolling, going through all the different fetishes until I see something that interests me. “So what, you just apply?”
“Basically, yeah.”
“And then what?”
Taking control of the mouse pad, Sienna scrolls to the form. “You fill this out, with a list of kinks you’re interested in. If you’re successful you’re then matched with a caretaker and-”
“Jesus Christ,” I sigh, interrupting her.
“What?”
“A caretaker, Sienna, really?” What kind of stupid shit.
“Will you just shut up and listen?” She snaps playfully. “I’m trying to help you have a little fun.”
