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Gripping the edges of the sink, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair had fallen in my eyes, my cheeks flushed red, and sweat was beaded along my forehead, sliding along my skin. Somehow, in this moment, as I stared at myself with my cock still throbbing and the band mockingly secured around my wrist, I realized I’d managed to fall even further from the sun.
Chapter Five
The sex shop was surprisingly bright and clean as I entered it. Glancing around, I took in the rows of shelves covered in toys, the wall lined with costumes, the massive dildos sitting on the back wall, but the red curtain hidden in a back corner caught and held my attention. The back rooms for men to jack off while watching porn were real? Or was that where the extra merchandise was kept?
I knew I probably looked shady, shifting nervously around and keeping my hands firmly in my pockets. Perhaps not shady, but definitely like a pervert. But wasn't that what I was? A predator. A degenerate. A debauched professor.
Electronic-pop dance music filled the mostly-empty store, and I barely held in my grimace. Was there anything worse? It made my ears want to bleed. But the man sitting behind the counter, scrolling on his phone, looking incredibly bored, seemed to be enjoying the music, if the slight bob of his head was anything to go by.
My gaze wandered back to that curtain, whatever secrets lay behind it beckoning me closer. I couldn't help but be captivated by it, like a ship drawn to a lighthouse in the dark. Sweat gathered on my palms, and I bunched the inner fabric of my pockets, letting the liquid soak into it.
Strolling forward, I forced myself to ignore the curtain as I wove through the aisles, scanning everything as I looked for what I needed. Perhaps I should’ve opted for shopping online. Buying in-store meant no discretion, no anonymity, when checking out. But I was desperate for it.
I found the small silver object I’d come in here for, and my breath shuddered. It was so insignificant, so small, and unassuming, but it was the cure to this disease plaguing my mind. I scanned the few options, debating which size of cock cage would be the best fit.
Inhaling sharply, I looked around, making sure no one was watching as I reached out to grab one. I brought the package to my face, turning it over in my hands. Was I really considering this?
But what choice did I have? I couldn’t keep putting rubber bands on my cock, and I couldn’t keep restraining myself every time I got hard while thinking of Winnie. I had to do something else—something more drastic.
This one, small and silver, slightly curved, with bars all the way around it and a place to slip a tiny padlock in at the base, was perfect. I skimmed the other shelves, pausing when I got to the rows of lube. All kinds. Regular, scented, flavored—burning? Curiosity piqued, I went to it.
The bottle read: Now with extra spice to make your spicy time even spicier! My brows crashed together. Spicy? Who wanted that during their…spicy time? God, was this what the world had come to? People refusing to use the word sex and resorting to spicy time instead?
Although the marketing left much to be desired, I still found myself wondering what exactly it would feel like to slather my cock in something spicy—what would it feel like to slide it inside Winnie? Would she wince in pain? Would her eyes water? Would she beg me to stop? To clean it off her?
My cock thickened, and I gritted my teeth together. I glanced at the red curtain once more, the bottle of lube in my hand screaming at me to test it out in one of those back rooms. Looking down at it, I hesitated. What if a student came in and saw me entering or leaving those rooms? Would they tattle to the Dean?
If they did, it was all over. I couldn’t be caught here.
My throat was suddenly too dry, and it was impossible to swallow. I didn’t know if I’d lose everything again if I were caught here, but I didn’t want to find out. The only reason I’d landed this job was because I had friends in high places, and other than fucking my students, I had a pristine reputation.
But fucking up this early in the semester? Fucking up at all? It wasn’t an option.
The cock cage and lube felt like lead bricks in my hands. Despite knowing I wasn’t supposed to be here, I couldn’t put them back. I needed the cage to be able to properly do my job. I needed it so I’d stop fantasizing about Winnie. And the lube…
Well, I had no good reason for needing that.
As calmly as I could, I made my way to the counter. The young man with shaggy hair and an equally as shaggy beard looked up from his phone. His gaze dropped to the items I slid on the counter, then he sighed as he set his phone down.
“Is that it?” he asked tiredly. I cleared my throat as I nodded, watching as he scanned the items. I looked back at the curtain as I chewed the inside of my lip.
Just leave it alone.
“What’s behind the curtain?” I blurted before I could stop myself, my voice hoarse. The man stopped and looked behind him at it, then at me.
“The Arcade.”
I blinked at him. “The Arcade?” I repeated.
“You know, the masturbation station.” He tilted his head to the side, his scrutinizing gaze taking in every inch. “You’re new here.” It wasn’t a question, and it left me feeling oddly exposed. My chin dipped, my gaze snapping back to the curtain. “It’s where you can have some solo fun. We have ten theaters where you can watch any type of porn you can imagine, but we also have a few voyeur rooms if watching real-life people is more your thing. And if you’re the one who gets off on being watched, you can play in those, too.”
My mind spun, and excitement built in my chest. It was like telling a kid they could have all the candy they wanted.
The bell above the door chimed, and I glanced over my shoulder, finding a couple walking in. A woman, slightly taller than the man at her side, wore a tight red dress with high heels, her tight nipples poking through the thin satin fabric. He looked totally out of his depth, his face flushed and slightly sweaty as he nervously grinned up at her.
“Hey, Barry,” the woman purred, her hips swaying as she prowled toward us. Our gaze met and briefly held, and I swear it felt like cum was about to flow down my leg when she winked at me.
“Candy.” He jerked his chin toward the curtain, and she looped her arm through her date’s before they disappeared behind it. My body vibrated with curiosity as I listened to the retreating clicks of her heels on the tiled floor.
