Jayne looked around at her surroundings as she turned her car into the drab parking area. Not even paved, she thought, just crushed shell. Still, there were at least ten cars already there. Not a bad crowd for a Wednesday night. The weather outside was awful, unusual for Florida in February. The wind gusted across the parking area, often reaching 40 miles per hour, and a steady sheet of rain made the lot even more inhospitable. She pulled to a stop between two cars and looked in the mirror. Her normal shoulder length hair was pulled into a tight bun and she wore wraparound sunglasses, which hid a major part of her face. She paused a second to take in the neon sign over the entrance. It would have read "Black Pussycat Adult Theatre" only the "P" was broken and the word "Theatre" dangled from the fascia, swinging wildly in the wind. Underneath were advertised adult videos, adult toys and peep shows. All in all it did not look like a particularly inviting establishment. Jayne stepped out of her car into the wind, clutching her ankle-length coat around her to keep the cold out. She stumbled a bit and remembered that she was wearing the five inch heeled "come fuck me" pumps that had arrived in the mail just today. A voice within told her she should not be at a place like this but some other dark, impulsive force inside her pulled her forward. This was her fourth visit in the last two weeks. Concentrating on her walk with her head down she made her way inside. If she had been more observant she would have noticed a blue Ford Taurus with its lights off pull into the lot.
Leland Fair (the third) turned the ignition off on his Taurus and sat back to take in the surroundings. He watched as the woman, struggling against the weather, entered the shabby adult theater and bookstore. He had a few minutes to wait. Looking around at the lousy weather and the drab surroundings gave him time to once again evaluate his predicament. The son of a prominent Tampa family, he had disgraced himself and his family by flunking out of law school and, after using his family influence to join the local police force, had been summarily fired for having sex with a hooker while on duty. Now a private investigator, he lived from week to week on whatever he could scrape up tailing this or that person around Tampa, usually for reasons of infidelity. For someone whose longest female relationship usually lasted about as long as it took him to cum, he found it ironic that spouses with marital problems turned to him for assistance. Today was no different. He had gotten out of bed at the crack of sunset, dragged a razor across his face and set out on another cheating spouse case. This husband wanted him to watch what his wife did and where she went when he was out of town as she had been acting strangely lately. The guy was obviously rich and he paid in advance. The fresh hundreds were burning a hole in his pocket. As soon as he could he planned to call his sports bookie and turn this money into an amount ten times more. Or so he always told himself before losing every dollar he earned.
The door said "Adults Only." Barely cracking a smile at the irony of "adults" and their games, Jayne walked through the entrance into an altogether different environment than the one outside. Inside was clean, well lit and warm and there appeared to be about seven other people browsing in the store, all men. Any reluctance she might have had disappeared and her arrival caught their attention right away. While women visiting this store with a spouse or boyfriend were not unusual, unescorted single women here were somewhat rare. To her left, shelf after shelf were stocked with adult DVD's, sorted by theme and in some cases, performer. The movies were arranged neatly so that any browser could shop without problem. Directly ahead of her was a counter behind which stood a young man in his 30's, well dressed, and he greeted each patron with a friendly hello and the ubiquitous "Can I help you?"
Jayne stopped in the doorway to loosen her hair, letting it fall softly about her shoulders, removed her dark glasses and looked to her right. There, a second entrance was prominently marked "Video Booths". Without her not so secret disguise, the young man behind the counter recognized Jayne from an earlier visit and he quipped to her, "Back again so soon?"
There was no response from Jayne and she gave the young man an awkward smile as she walked toward the video booths. Each booth was small, about 5 feet wide by 10 feet long, with a narrow plastic bench on one side. The doors had a small porthole so outsiders could view the goings-on in each booth. Of course, there were glory holes cut into each side at varying heights. She walked down the narrow aisle, glancing into each booth to see if it was occupied, and, if so, by whom. She settled on the second booth from the end. Checking the booths on either side she saw that to her left was a couple that were intently watching a movie showing several men vigorously copulating with an enormously large breasted woman. The man in the booth (Jayne supposed it was the woman's husband as wedding rings were prominent on their hands) had his hands on the woman's rather large breasts and was in process of removing her bra. They both noticed Jan intently staring at them through the porthole and she quickly pulled away. Looking through the porthole at the booth to her right she saw a solitary man with his back to the door who was also watching a movie. She could see little details of him as he was dressed in a long coat and had the light in the booth turned to a low setting.
Entering her booth, she finally took off her warm overcoat. Underneath she wore only a black, full-length body stocking (crotchless, of course). For a woman of 47 she still had her shapely figure from her youth, accentuated by the large breasts that came with giving birth to two children, now grown and away at college. Her legs still retained good muscle tone and she was glad she choose the five-inch variety of high heels, which accentuated the muscles in her legs. Taking a five-dollar bill from her purse she deposited the money in the slot and began viewing the monitor in front of her. A variety of movies scrolled across the screen for her to select and she choose one from the interracial category.
The screen immediately filled with the sight of a large, almost gigantic, black man's cock furiously pounding at the pussy of a cute blond woman. The woman looked to be about 30 in age and couldn't have been more than 4 feet 10 inches tall and just over a 100 pounds in weight. The man towered over her, almost concealing her body from the camera. Jayne wondered to herself just how such a small woman could take what appeared to be a cock as long as her arm all the way into her dripping vagina. Jayne reflected on her last visit to the bookstore, the men's cocks that were barely half the size of the man in the movie and how she had ached for days afterward from having each one inside her. Still, the woman in the video cried out not in pain but in passion as the man withdrew and forced his member into her throat. She chugged every bit of him as he came in her mouth, gobs of jism spewing out the sides of her mouth and onto her face and neck. She felt herself warming down in that special place and she used her fingers to massage her clitoris.
Leland figured he had given the woman enough time to get situated and he left the car and entered the adult video store. With a two-day-old growth of stubble and one shirttail hanging out he caught the eye of the store clerk immediately. He walked straight toward him and, passing a twenty across the counter, inquired, "The woman that just came in here. Where is she?"
The clerk nodded toward the back of the store where the video booths were located as he grabbed the twenty. Leland gave him his practiced "shut up now and don't interfere" look and walked toward the booths.
