"Erotic Theater?"
You sat at the kitchen island in the home you shared with Bill in LA, hunched over a laptop. The brightness of the screen was dimmed so you could work in secret.
" Yes. Go with me on this. Best birthday of your life baby."
Bill stood across from you, drinking coffee in loose sweatpants while leaning on the island. His expression was fairly hard to read. He seemed intrigued though.
"I'm listening."
You scroll down the web page application and begin to read each question to him. The simple ones, like his age and occupation. You had to attach a few photos as well, to make sure both of your appearances would flatter the "aesthetic" of the evening.
"The founder considers it a, 'society of likeminded elitists with sophisticated taste and style." He chuckled softly as you read on and ran a hand through unkept hair.
You did some extensive research on this event. His birthday would fall on the same night as the next Holmby Hills masquerade. Turning 28 wasn't anything special to him, but you wanted to try and make it... fun. Sntcm was suggested to you by a friend. While at lunch in WeHo a few months back, she explained that her husband was a member, blowing 10k perpetually just so they could go and get in touch with whatever deep suppressed sexual desires they had. She explained that women could get in way easier, and could bring their SO. She emphasized the fact that it was more than just your run of the mill weird orgy. There were strict rules, performers and activities. Your friend was a veteran at these things. For Bill and yourself, this was foreign territory. It excited you.
"It's asking me what turns you on," You paused. "but these people want that deep shit. Stuff you might not have even told me yet." He set his mug down carefully and exhaled.
His fingers tapped the countertop.
His eyes met yours, so you bit your lip softly to try and provoke a response.
"Here. Pass the laptop to me. I'll type it out. If we do this, I want it to be a secret for now." Reluctantly you agreed, sliding it over to him. It took him longer than you thought - which exited you even more. He proceeded to hit send and then closed the laptop.
"We're all set." He shot you a devilish grin and moved around the island to get to you. One of his hands met your face gently, and the other gripped your thigh.
"When do you have to get to set today?" You asked while his lips ghosted over your own. "I figured we could fit in some... practice."
YOU ARE READING
SNCTM // Bill Skarsgård
Romantizm"Snctm is a place to get turned on, to explore, to hold hands, to realize that sex doesn't have to be hidden away."
