You slide a dollar in, getting excited. You unzip your pants and pull them down, sitting back down on the stool. You slide another dollar in the machine, your heart starts pumping. The last time you saw her, she was amazing.
It had been your birthday and a friend had gotten you into the bar as a present. She danced on the floor, shaking her ass in a school girls outfit, shaking her ass in your face and giving you a private show in the booth when finding out it was your birthday. You only knew her by Desire and the desire to see her again had been growing.
When her private show had been done, you saw her in the bar a few minutes later. She smiled at you and pressed her body against yours, whispering to come in again anytime. She kissed your cheek and left.
You had come back every Friday that you could since then, but she was never working. Tonight, was going to be your lucky night. You asked the bartender to help you out, slipping her a $100 bill and asking for Desire.
She smiled and said, "I'll get her for you, go to the booths, she'll be there soon." A few minutes later, a bouncer had told you to go to booth number 4 after frisking you, making sure you had no bombs or weapons, since 9/11 nothing had been the same anywhere.
Entering the booth and closing the door, your anticipation grew.
Now, you were ready. Dollars in the machine, letting her know to start. $5 would get you five minutes, after that, it was up to her to continue or to let you go. You could put money in a slot that would go to her through a little door on her side, "Tips" was in bright red letters above the opening.
You planed on tipping her good tonight, and even brought a slip of paper with your name and number on it, hoping she'd keep it and give you a call.
You hear a door close, and foot steps, close by. The lights slowly flickered on. She stood there. Desire! She was right there. In front of you. With a robe on, a nice long white fuzzy robe. "Nick, is that you.....are you wanting my services again?" Her voice so was so amazing. Her long blond hair was pulled up tightly into a bun with a pencil sticking out of the side. "You ready for another fantasy come true?"
"Ohhh yes...." you whisper.
Music starts, its sexy and sounds like from a porn movie. She turns around, her back to you. You see her pull open her robe and slide it off, shes in a black tight dress suit, a short tight skirt that is right above her knees. Black high heels with thigh high stockings.
She turns around, and you see her tits pressed together in the jacket to the suit, it's tailored to fit tightly, two buttons are all that helps to keep her breasts covered. She dances around to the music, playing with a chair in the middle of her side of the booth.
She sits on the chair, and arches her back, opening her legs to you. Her thigh high stockings tight around her lovely legs. You catch a glimpse up her skirt and are sure she isn't wearing any panties.
She throws her head back up and leans toward the glass, "You ready for your meeting, sir?"
Mmmmmmmmm, she's my own little secretary! You smile and start to jerk off your cock. Sliding your hand up and down your shaft. You see the machines timer slowly ticking away. You hope she'll let you stay, you are prepared to pay her as much as she wants.
She sits back on the chair, and leans back throwing her head around in a circle, then looking at you, winking, her hands travel up her body, over her bust, and up her neck, to her hair, pulling out the pencil, letting her lovely blond hair fall around her shoulders. She throws her head around, letting her hair whip around, and she looks at you, opening up her legs and sliding down a little, opening up her legs. You try to glance up her skirt but she slides back up, placing her hands on her knees, they are closed.