{Standard disclaimer: No one in this world gets STD's, no one even thinks about sex before the legal age of 18, no one ever has to use the bathroom and no one ever gets hurt in any way they don't enjoy.}
I'm Drake, (yes I've heard all the rap jokes). I work at an adult shop. "Yeah, right," I hear you, "what is this, the 70's?" Technically, it's part hookah shop, drug paraphernalia emporium and book store. Hell, we even sell herbal teas. In the back, however, there's a small area (we're talking small, here) that the owner decided needed to produce some revenue. I think it used to be a storage room or something. Now, it's converted into a small hallway with two doors on each side, each one containing a video screen. I personally didn't think it would "take hold." I mean, who actually PAYS for videos nowadays? Plus, the monitors are lo-def compared to one's home pc screen.
What attracts people, no doubt, is the fact that the walls separating the rooms have a hole between them, coincidentally at waist height. My first few weeks I didn't even know about it. I served customers tea, we chatted, then they'd disappear in the back, coming back not long after and leaving without a word. I mean, I knew about the sex video part of it, it wasn't until I had to close one night and clean that I found out the glory hole part of it.
"Ah, so THAT'S why they leave in such a hurry, post orgasm guilt and embarrassment."
I'm not judging, I just didn't know. I watched more closely, after. It seemed that the "regulars" would often disappear together, but only come out one by one. I doubt many, if any of them are gay, but they most certainly HAD to know they were getting sucked off by another guy, women are rare here. It's not like it doesn't happen, though, some of the highlights of the job are when a couple comes in, obviously working out some deep, dark secretive fantasy type thing. They browse the small toy section, sometimes go to the booths themselves, I'm not sure they ever were in to sharing their experience with others, though. That was, until that night when a man I didn't know came into the shop.
He and I shot the shit over sports, what to do in town, finally, centering on bikes. I'm kind of a motor head, have several cycles but in a mid-west winter there isn't much riding to be done, which is why I work part-time in this shop, though the first warmth of spring had just begun and I'd ridden my bike to work for only the second time.
He was older, probably 50 ish. His hair was thinning on top and greying on the sides, I dread to think I'll look like that one day. He kept eyeing the back while talking. Finally, he just came out and asked, "so...there are video booths back there?"
I mean, I could've been cruel, the neon sign on the front of the building should've been advertising enough. I got the feeling he didn't just want a yes or no from me, he wanted more of a discussion. I wondered if it was going to take the gay route, like asking if "people" go back there for other things or something.
I just said, "yeah," it's kind of small, though. Just 4 rooms, no more than closets, really."
He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Do people go back there together?"
I was not sure where his angle was, so I tested him. "Yeah, usually just guys though, we rarely get women in here."
He grinned with slight embarrassment. The way he looked at me made me wonder if he thought I was into....that." (Just a note, nothing wrong with being gay, god bless you, in fact. I'm just not into it but I don't care if you are.)
"Well, the reason I'm asking is...." he said, shifting on his feet. "Uh....when's your busiest day, like how many customers do you get?"
Normally, I'd have told the guy to fuck off, but his uncertainty had me interested. What was this dude's game?
"Usually Friday nights....after 9, but especially around 11 we can get a dozen people at a time. The other nights we close at 12 and we might get 5 or 6 people the whole night."
"A dozen...wow. Do any of them....go back there?"
I figured he was asking when he could show up for his blowjob....or to give some....I didn't know.
"Yeah, some do. Some are "regulars."
He nodded. "I've been to booths before, I know what happens back there. I'm not judging you, or them. I'm asking because....well first, is this the type of business that knows what's going on back there and ignores it? Or, are you the type that calls in the cops?"
I laughed, "I think some of our cops go back there as well....and not to arrest anyone."
"Good," he sighed. He seemed relieved. "You look like a decent guy," he said to me, obviously my biker beard and the tats, especially the skull on my bicep.
"I'm...we're...from another town and I've been in here before, once or twice and....well, I'm trying to work something out."
"Dude," I finally said, "if you want your dick sucked just show up, but it ain't going to be by me," I joked, trying to keep the mood light.
He recoiled a bit at that. "No! No! not that. I'm not into that I'm trying to do something....for a girl....woman."
"This might be interesting," I thought. "Ok? Go on."
"Well, I've married a slut, you see...."
You don't usually hear that on a Thursday night, I was intrigued.
"You say you rarely have women in here, but you HAVE? Have they ever...gone back there?"
"Yes, a few times, always a highlight having females in here rather that it being a sausage fest. I can't say they've ever "partook" in the normal activities, but I can't say for sure. Slut you say? In what way?"
"She's younger than me, free.....in our day we'd call her promiscuous. But, she's very sexual, has needs that go beyond me. But, at the same time, we're very much in love and committed to each other."
"You're a cuckold."
"I guess you could say that. But, I always know what she's doing, she never "cheats," it's always upfront and honest. In fact, we have more sex with each other AFTER these episodes, rather than less. I'm having more sex now than I ever did, it's just that....she's insatiable. It works for both of us."
"Episodes like what?" I was forcing him to spit it out.
"She's always had fantasies. THIS one, in particular. She likes to be submissive, even on this one she wanted ME to be the one to get it going, to work out the details. She's very oral. She gave a lot of head in college and....believe it or not, even with her looks, it really isn't as easy as it seems to get her what she needs. She's rather obsessed with it, with the idea."
"The idea of WHAT?" I asked impatiently.
"Well, the reason I asked about the...number of guys that come in here is....she has the fantasy to do more than a couple."
"More than a couple blowjobs?" This just got more interesting.
