Wife spills hot coffee on husband's old college friend.
A whole new world had been introduced to me. I couldn't wait to see it. My heart skipped as I hit the interstate and pushed the speedometer up to 90 mph. It was about 12:30 a.m. when I exited and hung a left toward the pink neon lights.
I parked near the front door and took a deep breath. Here I was. I watched through the glass door as the cashier rang up a man in a Polo shirt. But I couldn't see what he was buying or what was on the shelves. I still had no idea what awaited me on the other side. But I had to do this.
I unbuttoned my red blouse to just barely expose my lacy, black bra. Then I fixed my make-up in the mirror, making sure the eyeliner was extra thick. For my lipstick, I went with the brightest, reddest shade in my purse. Just before opening my car door, I took another breath.
A bell on the door jingled when I opened it. Everyone in the store turned to look. Almost all of the customers were men, maybe ten of them. They looked from aisles of dildos, shelves of magazines and racks of videos. I was the only unattached girl in the place. The only other female was an older woman at the lingerie rack with her boyfriend.
"ID, ma'am," the clerk said.
I pulled out my driver's license and handed it over the counter. The clerk looked at it for two seconds and handed it back. This guy had four rings in his right eyebrow and flames tattooed on his wrist and forearm. He didn't seem to give two shits about anything. His laid-back attitude it feel like all the eyeballs in the store had turned away from me.
"Thanks," he said. "Anything I can help you with."
"Uh, yeah," I said. "Do you have video booths?"
"Yeah," he said. "Twelve tokens for ten bucks."
"OK," I said and then pulled a ten-dollar bill out of my wallet.
The clerk handed me a cup of tokens and said the "video arcade" was on the other side of the dildos. The booths were in a long, white hallway with fluorescent lights and a linoleum floor. It looked like the changing room at Wal-Mart. Five booths were on each side of the hallway. Most of the doors were closed. It was tough to tell if the muffled moans and groans on the other side were from videos or the real thing. I found an open booth at the end of the hall and closed the door behind me.
The place was about the size of an average dressing room. A wadded up Kleenex sat in the corner beneath a bench. The smell of cum was unmistakable. I plunked a token into the black box and watched the TV come alive with a close-up of a chick giving head. I unbuttoned my blouse all the way, folded my arms and pinched my nipples. My pussy was quickly getting wet. The TV snapped off after about a minute, so I fed my 11 remaining tokens to the machine.
That's when a soft tapping came at the door. I cracked it open and peeked outside. It was the clerk.
"What?" I whispered.
"How much," he whispered back.
"How much for what?" I asked.
"BJs, anal-whatever you're selling," he said. "A couple of the guys out here are interested."
"I'm not selling anything," I said.
The clerk furrowed his pierced eyebrows.
"You mean you're not a hooker?" he asked.
"No, just looking for a hook up," I said.
"Fuck," he said. "We don't get too many chicks like you. I'll tell 'em."
I left the door open and fell back onto the bench. By now, the chick on the video was getting fucked in the ass while sucking a cock. Serious lust vibrations began to take over my body. My mind started to comprehend what I'd just done. As I sat in the booth with a hand down my pants, the clerk was telling a bunch of men that I was giving out free sex. They'd come rushing in at any second. But it didn't matter because I wanted it.
The first guy knocked gently at the half-open door, then gingerly stepped inside. He looked like a banker in his golf shirt, khaki pants and loafers. He had a full head of gray hair that looked like it had been dried by sticking his head out of the car window on the interstate. I zapped him with my best "fuck me" gaze.
The banker unlatched his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the fl