I walked out of the arcade kind of bummed. It wasn't exactly a busy day. I'd sat around in the booth for an hour and only got one cock to suck, and it wasn't exactly the biggest or greatest load. The counter guy was chatting with a salt-and-pepper biker dude as I walked by. Guessing it was him I sucked off.
I glanced to my left into the retail space and much to my surprise saw Lori, a co-worker of mine. She's a cute petite brunette in her early twenties, a local folk musician who occasionally plays coffee shops. She had already spotted me and looked embarrassed as she gave a half-wave. Her boyfriend Matt, who I hadn't met but recognized from photos on her Instagram, was with her. Matt was tall and skinny with curly black hair.
"Hey," I said.
"Hi," she said sheepishly. "Funny running into someone I know here."
"Having fun in the back, huh?" Matt interjected.
Lori suddenly became animated. "So what goes on back there? I mean, girls don't go back there, right? It's just guys watching porn?"
"More like jerking off to porn!" Matt helpfully said.
I ignored him. "Something like that," I said. "There are booths for couples." I heard the clerk and the biker guy snickering. "There's nobody back there if you want to go look."
"Yeah! Let's go jerk off!" Matt exclaimed sarcastically while laughing.
"Fuck you!" Lori snapped before turning back to me. "You know what? You can show me."
I paused. "Okay."