The wait in the common area was agonizing with the thought of them being there with her. Sure they couldn't touch her, but they were paying to look, so she'd have to show, and most likely do, a lot for them. I watched as they both got buzzed in, then started the stopwatch on my phone, wanting to keep track on how long she'd entertain these two young horny guys with her body. It was all so unbelievable, the thought that she'd show herself to random paying customers like this. I wouldn't have even come up with the scenario in my wildest fantasies. It just wasn't her. As hard as it was for me as I fixated on them visibly masturbating to her in her underwear, or even naked, of course it still turned me on.
Finally settling into the idea of her in there with them, at least partially relieved knowing that she was ultimately doing this for us and I'd soon get my turn, the rough trucker guy spoke up. "Hey, can I be next...with that woman the boys just went to see?" He barely made eye contact with Randy from under his cap, but when he said 'that woman,' he pointed at me, as if to reference her by her husband.
"Sure thing buddy," said Randy. "Hand me your phone and you can wait at door 3. Take extra bills, because the more you pay the more she plays," he replied. Seeing the burly guy over two feet taller than me head over to wait for my wife messed me up in a whole different way. Of course I knew intellectually he couldn't, like, manhandle her, since the whole premise of the glass was to keep a distance. Still, her showing her body to him, and doing whatever he asked for money, it stung. At this point part of me wanted to go outside, away from it all, and maybe bum a cigarette from someone. (I'd quit years ago, but I really craved a smoke right now, with all the new excitement). I also thought I'd just go to the bathroom and jerk off, relieving some of the intense frustration.
Despite the desire to escape, I stayed where I was, now watching the door for the college guys to come out, and the trucker to go in. Then, I heard the Japanese guy also request my wife, saying rather formally, and in a slight accent, "I too would like to see that elegant lady." Like the others Randy took his phone as well, and told him to wait by the door.
I don't know exactly why, but hearing him call Nicolette "elegant" stung me the most. It's like he really understood who she was, even her demure nature that seemed so out of place in such a booth. Like me his registering who she was here made him want her even more. As he walked to the back of the room rather seriously, Randy finally acknowledged the pain of my waiting, as if he understood and sympathized with it.
