Page 21 of Malliko
“Age, physical attractiveness, personality, and shared preferences, I think.”
“And where would you find your sex partner?”
Taking another sip, I shrugged. “Probably dating apps or a single event.”
“What if you see more than one person you like? Would you have sex with multiple people?”
I twirled a lock of my black hair and tried to answer as honestly as I could. “I would date one at a time. Although…” I trailed off, fighting my inner filter.
“Yes?” he encouraged me.
Looking down, I admitted. “In my fantasies, I’ve entertained the idea of being with more than one man.” My pulse accelerated because even though I knew Malliko wasn’t interested in me, it still felt as close to flirting as I’d been in ages. His interest in me brought me back to my late teen years when guys had flirted with me in school. It was awkward, but with a shy smile, I answered, “I don’t know if I would have the courage to do it in real life. They would have to be attractive to me.”
“Yes, of course.”
“What about role-playing?”
I nodded but quickly added. “Again, it depends on the circumstances. But it sounds fun.”
“What about dominance? Would you be open to that? According to my research, it’s among the favorite for women.”
“What do you mean? Me dominating a man or him dominating me?”
“Either.”
I nodded. “I guess that if I wasn’t afraid, I would be up for all of that, but it's not worth risking my life.”
Malliko crossed his arms. “In regard to the danger of dating. I’m trying to do the math. You said that you had millions of users on your dating app and those people must be doing all sort of things and meeting strangers all the time. And yet, in your mind, you’re scared that every man will be a killer or a psychopath.”
Needing to do something with my hands, I turned the glass in front of me. “I know, but that’s because I see the ugly cases.”
“You could go to a sex club. I did some research and there are lots of safety rules in place to protect you.”
“Alone?” I scoffed. “I don't think so.”
While I took one more sip of my drink, Malliko thought long and hard and then he suggested, “What if I came with you?”
I spat out a bit of my white Russian in surprise and quickly reached for napkins on the table. “Don’t be silly. Your fiancée wouldn’t want you going to a sex club. Especially not with another woman.”
“Tania wouldn’t mind. She’s open-minded and understands that I’m dedicated to my research. Just last night she told me that if I succumb to desire while I’m here, I should use cumdumps.”
I chuckled. “You call them that back home? Here we call them condoms.”
“Oh, right. Yes.”
“Cumdumps. I think I like your word better.” I was making fun of the situation because his suggestion had me feeling flustered.
“I'm serious, Clara. If I came with you, I guarantee that no one would hurt you and it wouldn't be awkward because everyone there would assume that we were a couple.”
Cleaning up the last of my drink, I was grateful that I hadn’t spilled on my pants.
“Tania isn’t the possessive type, and I could have her confirm it by phone if you need me to.” Pulling out his phone, he started typing a text message.
“Wait, so are you in an open relationship?”
Raising his glance from his phone to me, he said, “Define open.”
“Are you exclusive or do you see other people?”
