The Perfect Flat?

Tim patted around his new flat, he was settling in nicely. It was a bit smaller than his last one but much more cosy and a better location. He was loving the two balconies and the L-shaped sofa and the mirror ball that hung in the bedroom. The bedroom was a little weird, one wall was just mirrors and the bed was certainly good for handcuffs, so  along with the mirror ball it had a slightly kinky feeling but somehow Tim liked that.

Tim busied himself in the kitchen preparing for his mate Paul to come over to watch the game on the huge flat-screen TV that came with the apartment.

The doorbell rang and Tim went to welcome his first guest in his new flat. The place wasn’t huge, so the ‘tour’ didn’t take long and the two men settled down with a beer while the chilli cooked and the pundits built up to the big match.

‘This place feels familiar’ Paul said. ‘Almost like I’ve been here before,’ he looked around the place and took a slurp on his beer. ‘It’s nice, but I dunno… why does it look so familiar.’ Tim shrugged his shoulders handing his mate a bowl of chilli and sitting back down.
‘Maybe you’ve been to a party in this block or in a similar one.’

Paul took another look around before tucking into his dinner.

‘I’ve got it!’ Paul put down his bowl and got up. ‘Where’s your computer.’

Tim put down his bowl too and went to get his laptop.

‘Do you have an incognito browser?’ Paul asked.

‘Yes, use Chrome.’

Paul busied himself, ‘aha!’

He turned the computer round and showed Tim.

On the screen there were two naked bodies writhing on a big bed, a mirror ball in the ceiling and a wall of mirrors at the end of the bed.

‘That’s here,’ said Tim, ‘that’s my flat! My flat in a porn movie.’

Two half eaten bowls of chilli sat on the table as Paul collapsed into laughter and Tim buried his head in his hands.