Her research went

Her research went well, she guessed. You know you, you probably shouldn't get shit face drunk when coming up with the next idea. Who the hell brought the bottle of bourbon and insisted that everybody drank? Yeah, that meeting became an overnight party that everybody woke up really confused from. There had been a list of topics for research, all of them sexual in nature, everybody had their name written next to one. And billionaire boy who owned them thought it would be a great idea to roll with it.

Of course he had to put the rule down no looking it up online... No... he wanted us to talk to people about it. Some of the topics... Anal vs Vaginal, Spit or Swallow, what is the most attractive body part, the least, best porn site, losing virginity when and where, which toys were the best. She would have rather had any of those over hers. No, no, somehow she got landed with Fetishes.

You know, people can be pretty open about some things. Asking people what their fetishes are just gets you stared at. Then you mention it is a research project and you got stuck with the stupid topic and sometimes, just sometimes they open up a bit more. It doesn't help if you don't really have a fetish. She spent a few days looking them up online, just to try to get herself ready for the answers she was going to get. Thinking no way to some of the ones she found.

The first place she went was the local adult shop. It was her first time walking in one and she was slightly uncomfortable. The lady behind the counter gave her a knowing smile. "First time?"

"In a place like this, yeah." She ran her hand through her hair. "My boss kind of gave me a stupid research topic."

"One of those huh?"

"No, no, research is my life. Just this time the think tank had a bit to much fun and we all ended up with sexual topics."

"Well then Sugar, what's the topic."

"Fetishes" She cringed. "And we arent allowed to look it up online, we have to talk to people."

"You could have worse to be honest." The lady laughed. "Mine is trust."

"Trust?"

"Yeah, if it involves me putting my trust in my partner it turns me on."

"Okay." She held out her clipboard to the lady. "May I please have your contact information?"

"Will you use it for personal reasons?"

"No ma'am"

"What if I say please."

Yeah... That was only the start of it.