Stacie's fan fiction draft

Tonight

Time is never time at all. That’s what he said to me. I don’t even know what he meant, he just sauntered of the way he does when he says something questionable. Fuck.

He had another gig for us. “Just one more” He pleaded. Pathetic brown eyes digging at my heart as he lay on my chest. I exhaled, exhaled my frustration into his face. He knew I hated the work, the business, the industry. ‘You can never ever  leave without leaving a piece of youth’ I shuddered as the thought crawled through my entirety. This is what I do, have done, what I know. Our lives are forever changed. Rewind.

The asshole, my asshole had this “brilliant” idea. I loved the way he bubbled over when he was excited or inspired. He explained, he wanted us to perform. Exhibit. We’d always been like this. We say adventurous. Others, well, others think we might be a little crazy. Maybe.

“It’s just, I have this friend, and I owe him a favour”

Okay… Internally cringing, externally blank, whilst I listened.

“Go on..”

“He owns this club downtown. Down downtown”

This was bad. I watched as his face contradicted his cheerful tone. My mind was mulling through all his possible friends, maybe friend was a euphemism…

“So what is this ‘club’” I braced myself.

“Tisafetishcluby’know”

I choked on my beer trying to decipher his gibberish. He looked at me expectantly. A brief silence as I swallowed the idea down with my warm beer. I stared at the rim. Gah! Rim. I’ll never look at a rim the same.  Nothing. Nothing will be the same. We will never be the same. My mind has already jumped to these conclusions. I haven’t even agreed yet, well not at least to him. Quite clearly I was having lash fantasies of being bound and gagged for the world to enjoy. Well at least I assume that’s what he means by performing at a fetish club…

Over time I found that with performing the more you change the less you feel. I didn’t anticipate that, I figured that, if anything I would feel everything so much more. Our relationship intensified tenfold. Apparently not.