these jobs, we did it for the excitement and love of the industry. Now we
meet for drinks once a week to rant about how we would run the company
differently and how much better we’d do on our own. But we’re all talk.
None of us are ready to leave our steady positions to start new ones.
And more than occasionally, we talk about sex, each of us dishing out
our dirtiest bedroom secrets like a bunch of old men sharing epic war
stories. Even our modest Maggie joins in. Aside from Hunter and his long-
term girlfriend, Isabel, we’re all single, and we all intend to keep it that
way. One of the perks of working in the entertainment industry is that we
work nights, parties, and drunk soirees, which means we get laid fairly
consistently, giving us ample conversation topics, so we don’t have to spend
all of our time together bitching about the company we work for.
“Fuck, man,” Garrett replies with a contemplative look. “It’s bullshit
that there isn’t a way to match people up by the kinky shit they like to do in
the bedroom.”
Immediately, the table breaks out in laughter. Because this is what
Garrett does. He makes jokes and expects a roll of amusing reactions after
every sentence that comes out of his mouth, something we’ve come to
anticipate.
“I’m fucking serious. How nice would it be if you could meet up with
someone who likes the same twisted shit you do? You wouldn’t have to
hide it or be embarrassed by the kinks that get your panties wet.”
“You’re fucking crazy, Garrett,” Hunter replies, but by the time I set my
empty glass down on the table, I can’t get the thought out of my head. Why
don’t dating apps match people by their kinks? Or better yet…what if you
could hire someone to fulfill those desires?
And a safe place to indulge in them.
It dawns on me at that moment that a group of people with experience
in the entertainment industry might have the right skills to pull something
like this off. If only we had the guts to take the leap. It could start with a
dating service, for more than just booty calls and hookups—but something
serious where people didn’t have to feel so ashamed for what they enjoy.
It could only grow from there. An app to a service…and then someday,
a real kink club.
“I am not,” Garrett argues. “Who here doesn’t have some freaky
bedroom desires you’ve always wanted to do but are too afraid to ask? I
mean, obviously, Emerson isn’t afraid to ask.”