Chris was exhausted, it's been two hours since his last stop, and it was getting late, but he's almost there. Only a couple miles left. Thinking about his day, Chris remembered waking at six. He climbed from his bed and he looked through the dim light to see his girlfriend sleeping with her back to him. He pulled the clean pants he prepared the night before from the arm of the couch. Slightly stiff, they hugged his crotch as he buttoned them closed. He stepped into his boots as he picked up the red t-shirt from the couch. Walking around the bed he watched her stillness as he considered his words. Chris reached down and cupped her hand.
"I'm leaving. I'll call you at my first stop."
Her eyes were on his, but she didn't say anything. It's nothing new. She hasn't really spoken to him in over a week. Not since he told her he was going home. She has always hated his family.
She simply said, "Bye, be safe."
He stood and turned toward the door. He realized that he wasn't upset. It made him sad, but he just continued out to his truck.
His mind snapped back as he read the exit sign. He missed his exit. It wasn't a big deal. He can take the next exit and take a couple extra sideroads to the hotel. He is staying at the Days Inn just off the toll road for a week while he finds a new place to live. His new job required the move, but it really was just a reason to come home.
Chris paid the toll, he exited to the right, and as the streetlight's dim glow lit the pavement. He was astounded to see this area had changed so drastically since he left. The houses seemed darker.
Suddenly, the dark street was stricken by a bright neon light from a sign that read, "Adult Books". He drove past the clean, large, red building as he examined the parking lot. There were several vehicles parked in the dirt lot. Chris looked at the time on the dash. It's already 12:34, a yawn rolled deep from his chest.
As he pulled up to the Days Inn he sent a text to his mother that read, "At the hotel. Going to bed, lunch tomorrow?" he backed out of the message thread and read over the last text he got from his girlfriend. "I can't do this." Chris was at a gas station at lunch when he saw the text for the first time. It wasn't a surprise. He really didn't care. He began to type a reply as he walked into the hotel, bag in his other hand. "I understand, I wish you the best." He hit send, just as he walked into the hotel.
The check-in process took way too long. Chris began thinking about that book store. How long has it been there? How many people were there? It looked like about thirty. After about twenty-five minutes he finally got into his room, there wasn't anything special about it. It was a room, it looked clean enough.
His phone rang with a simple bird chirp. It was a text from his mother, "Lunch sounds great. 11:30. Here. Mindy may not be here, she is staying at Mal's house." Mindy is his younger sister. She's a dorky 18 year old. Last time he talked to her, she was upset their mom interrupted her D&D game.
Chris took off his clothes, he kept his red t-shirt, then he put on a white pair of shorts, and short black socks. He began thinking of the book store. What's in there? Obviously there would be rows of toys, DVDs, magazines, but what else?
Where he is living now, you couldn't even find condoms in any of the stores. You had to drive to the next town that was built on I-70. There was a large Adult Store there where Chris had to stock up once a month.
Chris thought to himself, "I'm not going to fall asleep. Why not just go take a look?"
He grabbed his keys, wallet, and red, filthy hat. Chris took off through the door and jumped into his truck. His heart pounded as he drove the few short blocks to the dirt parking lot. It was almost one now, but there were still several cars filling the lot. He parked around the side of the building in the only dark part of the lot. As he got out of his truck he heard slurping. He couldn't see where the noise was coming from but it sounded enthusiastic, lucky guy.
Inside, Chris saw exactly what his mind produced as if he fabricated the store on his own. Rows of toys, DVDs, and magazines filled the large square room. Disappointed somewhat, Chris explored the DVDs. It took a moment, but not long, Chris realized there is no one else in the building. All these cars and no people? Just one man behind the counter watching a black and white western on a small tv placed next the the cash register. Chris explored the walls when his eyes rested on a sign. "Theater and Booths, Ticket required." Intrigued, he walked to the employee and asked for a ticket. The employee took the twenty from Chris and he returned twelve one dollar bills and a small ticket. Chris followed the sign back and came to a small room with several vending machines and two doors.
Chris read a sign above each door, one said, "Theater" the other, "Private Booths". Not wanting to seem out of place he tried to minimize his hesitation and he went into the door for the booths. It was dark. The only light was coming from above the doors to the booths. it was a small red light that read "Empty". Most of these lights were lit, but occasionally Chris would see the light was off. Chris walked near one and the light was off. He paused outside of it for a moment and he heard gagging from the other side. Moans slowly increased from the booth. Someone was getting their dick sucked. Instantly, his cock grew stiff again. Chris looked around for a second and then began walking to the back of the room following the maize of booths. As he came to the rear wall there were three to four men standing outside what appeared to be a double booth. One large booth with a door on opposing sides. Chris waited for only a moment when a man opened one of the booth doors and squeezed past the line.
"Who's in there?!?!" said one of the guys in line.
"It's Blue." said the man as he walked by without stopping.
