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“Of course.” I dipped my chin and took a deep breath. “Anything else?”
Barry grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “Just have fun, man.”
Anticipation danced along my spine, but my feet felt like lead bricks as I lifted one, then the other, making my way to the back room. The Arcade.
My hand shook as I reached out, my fingers grazing the surprisingly soft fabric. I still had enough time to turn around, to second-guess this. To make a better decision.
I shoved the curtain open and stepped inside. A long hallway stretched out before me, doors lining it. One at the back with the word LIVE scrawled across it beckoned me closer. The lighting was dimmer, hiding the things people like me were doing back here.
I scanned the hall, reading the words on each door as I passed.
Voyeur.
Watcher.
Solo.
Partner.
Closest to the furthest room, another door had Live Viewers written on it. I hesitated. Did I want to watch a show in a room full of strangers? Were we to sit side by side, our cocks in our hands, as we watched a woman get railed by someone in front of us? That would be incredibly awkward.
The bell chimed, and a white-hot bolt of panic shot through my chest. I glanced over my shoulder as a woman’s voice carried to me through the curtain. Shit. I didn’t want to be caught standing here if she came into The Arcade.
Without another thought, I shoved the door open, shutting it firmly behind me. Instead of rows of benches like I’d been expecting, there were smaller private rooms with lights above the doors. A few were red, probably indicating that they were in use, but a few were off.
I headed for one of the empty rooms and stepped inside. Everything was black, and everything was leather. Lined against one wall were bottles of lube, industrial-sized boxes of tissues sitting beside them. A leather loveseat sat in front of a curtained-off window, probably where the live show was going to take place.
A small ledge sat in the back of the room, where I assumed one could put their belongings and clothing. Underneath was a black mini-fridge, and next to it was a cabinet housing unknown items.
“Showtime in five minutes.” The sultry feminine voice filtered in through speakers I couldn’t see, and a mixture of excitement and apprehension shot through me. I hadn’t a clue what to expect.
But with the mental countdown playing in my head, I grabbed the key from my pocket and shoved my pants down just enough to let my caged cock free. It was red and throbbing, and the need to stroke it was overwhelming.
My hands trembled as I cradled the cage in one and unlocked it with another. A sigh of relief left me as it unfastened, releasing my aching dick. I let the cage clatter to the countertop as I leaned against the door, my hand wrapped around my cock.
The grooves from the cage had embedded themselves into my tender flesh, and it seemed to pulse in time with my heart as I squeezed. Fuck. This felt so good. The relief knowing I didn’t have that thing weighing me down anymore, forcing my cock to stay soft.
I hated it. But it was necessary.
“Showtime in three minutes,” the voice said again, and my eyes snapped open. I hadn’t even realized I’d shut them.
Moving to the couch, I settled myself on it, not thinking about how many other people had sat in this same position, about to do the same thing I was going to do. Was it clean? Surely they disinfected the rooms after each use.
Nope. I wouldn’t think about that, because it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the show that was about to start, and coming so hard I blacked out.
Reaching over, I grabbed a bottle of lube and a few handfuls of tissues before shifting on the couch to get comfortable. Nothing seemed to work; my nerves making everything scratchy and heightened.
“Showtime in one minute.”
Standing, I kicked my shoes off as I tore my pants and boxers off. Sweat was gathering on my back, and I knew I couldn’t keep my shirt on. I removed it, too, leaving myself naked in this strange room.
I fucking hoped they didn’t have cameras.
“Showtime in thirty seconds.”
I dropped back onto the couch and spread my legs wide, my cock already at attention. Not allowing myself to touch it yet, I just breathed and sank into this moment. I was about to watch real-life porn. What was better than that?
“Showtime.”
