Trade (A Novelette) Read online

  Potsdamer Platz

  It was a week later and I was back in Berlin. I had returned feeling slightly rough after my adventures but otherwise in good spirits. Chet was exceedingly rich. He had sunk a good deal of money into the joint venture with Crunkl. Svil was pleased.

  I talked to Lis. She asked me about the trip and, without specifically planning to, I told her all about my experiences at Sunset’s. I’m not sure what I was expecting but in that moment, as I told her about my trip - the two of us in bed, having just fucked - her eyes dilated with excitement. It seemed right to tell her the whole thing. I could see she was getting off on my story.

  ‘We should go to a place like that,’ she said, ‘here in Berlin.’

  ‘Together?’

  ‘Yes, it would be fun,’ her pupils were black disks. ‘It sounds exciting.’

  ‘I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,’ I tried to put an ironic tone into my voice but this was a genuine revelation. Some part of me expected Lis to be shocked, not animated by the idea of me attending a drug addled orgy.

  My upbringing was too tame perhaps, too rural. I knew about these things, had spent far too much time watching them online but somewhere deep inside I didn’t believe they took place, in the real world, that I could have been to one and that Lis would be so interested.

  ‘Yes, let’s find one.’ She licked her lips and started to go down on me again.

  ‘Ok,’ I said.