I freeze, staring down at the new message in the notification bar at the top of my screen. It takes me far too long to make sense of it, finally realizing it’s from the Salacious app. Before it disappears, I click on the pop-up.
It’sMr. Stupid—a name I’ve given him, regarding his lame one-liner profile. With a roll of my eyes, I type up my response.
And yet, you took the quiz.
To prove how wrong it is.
Oh yeah? How wrong is it?
I’m teasing him. I don’t know why I even bother. This guy is clearly not worth the time, but I’m bored. In the meeting, I mean.
Okay, let me guess.It told you you’re a bossy Dom right?
Technically it’s Domme, but yes.
So, that makes me a sub?
You tell me.
You’re the one who took the quiz.
Are you saying it’s wrong?
Fuck yes, it’s wrong.
How do you know?
Because I don’t want to be whipped by a woman in black leather.
Sounds like you haven’t tried it.
Is that what you do?
Ha. No. I’m as new to this as you are.
But I mean…is that what you want to do?
Leather is hot and uncomfortable.
And I’m not sure how well I could handle a whip.
So you think the quiz is bullshit too.
I don’t know.
Something in our answers must
have gotten us these results.
What if we’re just normal people who don’t have kinks?
People with kinks are normal.
You know what I mean.
What is normal though? Vanilla?
Yeah.