Slipping into Depravity Ch. 13

by Eve St. Albert

LEROY

"So anyway," Leroy asked, "did you guys get the stuff I sent on cuckold lifestyle."

Kayley nodded, she took a bite of biscotti and washed it down with a bit of Americano mocha. A man walked a dog past them, and Kayley;'s eyes were drawn. That was the advantage of an open air café. The city's life wandered past you.

"Looking it over," she said, distracted. "We're not sure if we're really into it, though."

The dog and dog walker glanced suspiciously at Leroy as they passed by. He'd cleaned himself up a bit, but there was still something casually sleazy about him, Kayley decided. Or perhaps it was bohemian, a rough around the edges artist type, at home in dive bars or beat poetry jams. Like Bukowski.

"Nice dog," Leroy said. Kayley shrugged, unconcerned.

"What are you thinking about?" Leroy sprung on her.

"Charles Bukowski," Kayley said evasively.

Leroy nodded.

"You know," he said. "I was a huge fan, back when I was a poet. I made a pilgrimage once to all the bars where he drank."

"You were a poet?" Kayley asked.

Leroy shrugged. "I thought I was. There is an age in every young man's life where he think's he's a poet. I think it's somewhere after puberty but before getting laid."

Kayley laughed delightedly. Leroy smiled internally, it wasn't original, and he'd actually had it filed away and loaded for something else. But it did the job: Amuse her, please her, make her more comfortable, more accessible.

"I guess it helped later, when I was writing lyrics."

He paused and decided to push a bit, she'd been a little standoffish initially. He wanted to break through her barriers a little.

"I'm surprised you accepted my invitation out," Leroy said.

Kayley shrugged.

"Why would you be surprised?" she asked. She smiled. "Public place, people around, We're both fully dressed. Am I in danger?" She shrugged. "Besides, we're asking you out. I decided it might be helpful to just run through the details with you."

She'd asked about danger, but she'd dropped it immediately, and went on Leroy noted. Did that mean she felt completely safe? Or that she didn't want to feel entirely safe?

"I just didn't expect it, that's all. Getting together, you and me alone, one on one," he said. "You guys seem very joined at the hip."

He smiled.

"Or maybe you wanted one on one... unless he's listening."

She reached into her purse and held up her phone for him to see. It was off. Leroy's smile grew broader. Whether she was fully aware of it or not, she was playing with fire.

"I think this is the first time I've been with you that he hasn't been close by," he said. "Are you enjoying it."

Kayley shrugged. "We don't do everything together. We divide up the chores."

"I'm a chore?"

Kayley smiled and rolled her eyes slightly, she was too dignified for a snort.

"He knows I'm here," she said.

"Did he give you permission to meet me?" He baited her.

Her nostrils flared, eyes narrowed just a bit, at the implication that Sam made decisions for her.

"You know we're not like that," she told him. "I just thought it might be a good idea, feel you out."

"You been feeling me," he said, "all over the place, all sorts of locations, orifices, organs."

She smirked.

"That's bad," she said. "That's so bad. And sad. That's barely a single entendre. Honestly, where do men come up with these things?"

"One track minds," he admitted. "So dinner, Friday. What are you thinking? Your place?"

She took a swallow of the Americano.

"Restaurant. We were wondering if you had any special preferences?"

He shrugged. "I'm easy. Anywhere, anything."

"We noticed. We were thinking Holdens. Upscale, private, classy."

"Very retro," he said. "I know it. Good choice. Very good chef."

"Six too early for you?" she asked.

"Perfect," Leroy said. "And after?"

She didn't answer.

"So I guess we're done," she said.

"Are we?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked, but she didn't seem surprised or curious. She just watched him with that half smile.

"I think..." he said, "that you love Sam. But sometimes, it's tough being joined at the hip. To have him listen to the conversation, listen to the..."

A waiter passed close by, he caught her from his peripheral vision, and noted Kayley's glance. He let the word drop away, and noted her tiny nod of approval.

This is part of the test, he thought. She wanted to see how well behaved I was in public.

"... anyway," he continued. "I think you just wanted to see me, without the pressure of Sam around. No disrespect, but it's hard to be completely casual if you know someone is listening in."

She regarded him for a moment.

"Maybe."

Now we're getting somewhere, he thought.

"Just for the record," she said. "I couldn't have done, I wouldn't have done the... things I did, without him there. Having him there, knowing I was safe, gave me the strength, the bravery to go with it. Without him, nothing."

"I appreciate that," he said. "So are you feeling safe now."

"Maybe," she smiled.

You little bitch, he thought, and smiled back.

"Well," he said, "let me be honest. I'm not going to..." he glanced at a couple arriving at the next table. "We won't be... but that doesn't mean I'm not going to flirt."

Leroy leaned forward. Kayley bent at the same time.

"I'm going to make your panties so fucking wet," he whispered.

She leaned back, nibbling on the last of her biscotti, crossed her legs and looked around at the other patrons.

"Acceptable."

"It is getting crowded here," he said, looking around.

"I've noticed," she said.

"I suppose the wait staff would like their table back," he said. "We should walk, we can talk more freely that way."

"I don't think I'm up for side streets, or back alleys, or behind dumpsters... not today."

'Not today?' That was an oddly specific list, he suspected she'd considered each of them. He noted the qualifier, sounded to him like an invitation to take her in one of those places on some other day. He smiled.

"Of course not," he said. "A simple walk and talk, that's all. Maybe some window shopping, some browsing. The talk might be... provocative. But I promise you..."

He leaned forward.

"I'm not going to fuck you," he told her. The couple at the closest table perked up. "I'm saving that for later."

She blushed slightly as they looked at her. He'd made his point. Just because he was behaving didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.

"Acceptable."

Leroy paid, and they strolled down the street. He offered his arm, and a moment later, she took it.

"Why did you pick this place?" she asked.

"Nice neighborhood, classy. Upscale," he said. "And they make a killer biscotti. I don't live my entire life in dive bars."

"I like this look of yours," he said, his eyes moving up and down. She was dressed conservatively, blouse, skirt, expensive, well made, classy. "Very different from the bar."

"You mean, not looking like a cheap slut."

"Not looking cheap anyway," he said, and smirked, just enough to let her know it was a dig. She glared just enough to let him know she was amused.

"I loved that red dress," she said. "I absolutely loved it. You destroyed it."

He shrugged.

"Collateral damage. If it's any consolation," he said. "I really enjoyed it. Definitely worth it."

He looked at her.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Worth it?"

She looked away, but nodded.

"You were a lot of fun," she said. "An adventure, but now you're intriguing."

"That tells me," he said, "that the three of us won't just be having dinner."

She didn't reply.

They stopped at a sidewalk vendor hawking handmade jewelry. Kayley looked through some pieces, picked up a necklace, and held it to her bare below her throat.

Leroy studied and shrugged.

"Not quite right," I think. He picked up another necklace. "Too middle ground. With your complexion and bone structure, I think you want delicate."

She lowered her necklace. He pressed a fine layered chain inset with amber to her neck, wrapping it around the curve of her throat."

"Or something bold - a leather collar," he finished.

Kayley blushed. The vendor, a middle aged woman, looked from one to the other.

"Heavy gold nipple rings," he said. "Dangling chains. Something captivating, for a captive."

He turned to the vending woman.

"How much for this one?" he asked brightly, holding up the gold necklace with the amber centerpiece.

"Are you buying?" Kayley asked.

"Only if you wear it," he said. She blushed again.

Leroy paid for it, and had her turn around so he could clasp it to the back of her neck. He stepped up, so close behind her, that she could feel his hips brushing her ass. He leaned in, and whispered in her ear, so that she could feel his hot breath.

"Place your hands behind your neck, lace your fingers together, and lift up your hair," he ordered.

She obeyed. Nothing happened.

After a moment, she asked, "Well?"

"Oh," he whispered into her ear, "I'm just enjoying this."

Then he breathed on the back of her neck, hot and moist. Kayley shivered.

"Still feeling safe?" he asked.

"N.. No, " she admitted.

"Good," he smiled. He reached around with the necklace, careful to accidentally brush the tips of her breasts, smiling again at the tiny hitch in her breathing that only he noted. He brought the chain, suddenly cold around her throat and fastened it, stepping back as she lowered her hair.

Leroy offered his arm, Kayley took it. As they resumed walking, the jewelry vendor suddenly felt the need to fan herself.

"I keep my promises," he lied. "I'm very serious: I'm not going to try to fuck you."

He paused.

"But that doesn't mean you're safe."

"I... see," her voice was a little awkward. But she wasn't pulling away. Where's Sam now, he thought, triumphantly.

"Oh don't worry," he told her, "nothing is going to happen that you're not completely into. Besides, I'm really looking forward to Friday. That's the main event. Today... today is an apperitif for you."

"And for you?" she asked.

"I'm saving my appetite."

"Big appetite?"

"Ravenous, voracious, relentless," he said. "But you've already discovered that,"

"Oh my."

"You're interesting," he said, carefully flattering her.

She smiled.

"Am I?"

"Oh definitely. Adventurous, fearless, intelligent, perceptive, sensuous, sexy, fast... you're quite a package," he said.

"And... very submissive," he concluded.

She shivered, and didn't reply. Receptive, she hadn't retreated. But he could tell he'd pushed just a little too far, too soon. He had to soften it.

"But the interesting thing with your submissiveness," he said, "it's not automatic. You have to be brought there, led, seduced into it. It's not exactly who you are, it's a place that you can go."

"Interesting," she asked. "How about you?"

He laughed.

"Me. I'm bullshit free," he lied. "Not sub. Not really dom. Just certain of myself. I know what I like, I know what to do. I do it, it simplifies things. Certainty plays like dominance sometimes, but it's not really."

Kayley laughed out loud.

"Bullshit," she said. "What absolute bullshit. You're a player."

She touched the necklace.

Leroy had a flash of anger, but suppressed it instantly.

"Wow," he said lightly. "Someone's looking for another epic face fucking."

Leroy knew he was taking a chance, but he decided to try. He'd enjoyed doing it to here to an unimaginable degree, and he'd been brutal. Perhaps too brutal. But afterwards, despite his roughness, she hadn't complained. She'd actually joked about it, and went away as if nothing traumatic had happened.

There was no pushback now. She wasn't folding, but she was willing to let him probe a little, push a little, as long as he did it carefully. She was smart, very smart, very much a thinker. He decided to use that against her, keep it a little abstract.

"That's kind of what I mean though," he said. "Submission, it's about give and take, taking what you give up. You started, surrendering first and eventually I started taking. But you wouldn't stop, no matter how much I took control, you went further."

She was paying attention, looking thoughtful.

"I was face fucking you like a madman, thinking, what the fuck am I doing? But you weren't even pushing back. You were the one in control."

If you spun it right, Leroy had always found, you could make people think that they were in some kind of control, that somehow, what you did to them was actually their idea.

Or at least, leave them confused and uncertain.

Submission, domination, it was often murky and confusing, urges poorly understood, not quite embraced, lurking in the depths of subconscious. People were fucked up, it was easy to twist them, if you just played them right.

"Interesting," Kayley said thoughtfully. She had taken the bait, now it was just a matter of carefully setting the hook and reeling her in, do it right, and she wouldn't even notice it happening.

"That harsh face fucking thing though," she said. "One off. It was intense, I went somewhere. I don't think I could do that regularly."

She dropped her voice to a coarse gravelly pitch. "I'd end up talking like Louis Armstrong."

Leroy laughed, in part because she was surprisingly funny, and because he knew he was supposed to. She was drawing lines and boundaries, and retreating from the topic. Time to concede, move on. Whatever seeds he could plant were planted, whatever victories were there to win, he'd win. Move on.

Someday, he promised himself, he'd violently face fuck her any time he wanted, he'd do it as casually as grabbing a sandwich, with no foreplay or build up. And she'd fucking take it, because she'd know it was all she deserved..

With an effort, he put those thoughts away.

"Oh look," he said, as they arrived at the window display.

"Boutique Exotica" blared in a series of stylized representations of the female form in neon, surrounded by an assortment of fetish boots and latex. Beneath the sign, was a logo: "Accessories for the Delightful"

Kayley looked at him.

"This was your plan all along," she accused, "you were going to get me in here."

"The Biscotti really was excellent," he replied. "The ambiance was great. We've stopped and looked at different things. But yes, I knew this place was in the neighborhood..."

Admitting, but not admitting.

She regarded him speculatively.

"Far be it from me," she said finally, "to disappoint you, by not walking into this trap you have so cleverly set."

"It's not a trap," he lied.

She hmmphed.

"If it's not a trap," she said, "I will be very disappointed in you."

And they walked inside.

"Oh look," Kayley said, "boots and shoes. Let's go there first." A moment later, surrounded by thigh high vinyl boots, open toed boots, nine inch heels, platforms, studs, and the sweet smell of leather, she spread her arms and grinned. "I want everything!"

She sobered and looked at Leroy. "You wouldn't happen to have a credit card on you, would you?"

"Uhm no."

"Pooh!" Kayley said.

After what felt to Leroy like an inordinate time looking and trying shoes and boots on, Kayley was finally ready to move.

Kaylee was a young woman with a healthy sex drive. It wasn't her first time in an Adult store, and Leroy didn't expect to shock her. But still, he found it pleasant to wander among the various toys, stopping to look at bondage and fetish tools. They relaxed, they joked. Kayley enjoyed herself.

They stared at the dragon line, dildos of increasing size, and bizarre shape and colour, modeled on the genitalia of imaginary creatures.

"I'm pretty sure," Kayley said thoughtfully, "that gray space aliens aren't hung like that."

Leroy shrugged, the two foot shaft of gray twisted latex with LED lights didn't really seem to go with the popular image. But then he'd never met one, so who knew? Kayley glanced at a row of dildos, increasing in size. The sign said they were modeled on horse cocks.

"Yeah," she said. "I don't get it."

"I knew a girl once, had sex with a donkey in Mexico," he remarked. He was standing very close to her. Every time one of them moved their bodies brushed. When he spoke she could feel his breath, the pressure of the warm air against her ear.

"Gross," Kayley said. "I wonder what was going through her mind."

"An incredible amount of peyote, actually," he said. Kayley laughed.

"She was a very unusual person," Leroy said.

"Actually," he said, "there's a fetish club in Texas, where they've got one of those horse dildos hooked up to a fucking machine, and they built this aluminum frame around it, shaped like a stylized horse. It's quite popular. Someone's always volunteering to put on a show."

"You've been there," Kayley asked. She backed slightly up against him, their bodies were touching slightly.

"I heard about it," he said. "I suggested it as an alternative."

"You know some creepy people," she said, without looking at him. But she didn't pull away.

"Mmm," he said. "Some strange ones, definitely."

They wandered away. Looking at and commenting on toys, dildos and butt plugs. As Kayley picked up a gleaming chrome butt plug with an amethyst jewel base, Leroy stepped up close behind her, and wrapped his arms around her. Kayley stiffened, but then relaxed under his touch.

He whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Oh yes?" her voice was light casual. She continued looking at butt plugs.

"Definitely."

"You want to go where no man has gone before?" she said, almost pretending he wasn't there. Her butt gave the tiniest wiggle against his hardening cock. "I don't know. I really don't."

"I think you do know," he whispered. "I think you've been saving that cherry waiting for the right man."

"And that's you?" she asked.

"Yes. Because I'm the man who is going to take it."

"Confident!"

He chuckled, his voice low and confident, his breath moist and hot, as it buffeted her ear. She shivered, sensuously, and in that moment, he knew he would take it. That he had her agreement. Or maybe it wasn't so much agreement as surrender.

"Do you have a timetable for this event?" she asked the air.

Leroy stepped back.

"You'll know when it happens," he told her.

They moved on.

Then into the fetish gear. Leroy watched as Kayley ran fingertips over a vinyl catsuit, and then a leather harness. Touched different brands of cuffs and floggers.

One of the store employees, a smooth effeminate man whose name tag said Mike, introduced himself, and offered his assistance.

"Spreader bar," Mike explained, as she glanced at a chrome bar with attachment rings and a slide guard. She shrugged.

"You know," Leroy said, "I think this might suit you."

Kayley looked. Leroy was holding up a ball gag.

"I think this one is just your size," he said.

"You seem very confident," she said, staring at it. "Looks a bit big for me."

"We have a variety of sizes and styles," Mike said.

"I don't know," Leroy ignored him. "I have a good eye for these things."

Kayley gave him a slight smile.

"Do you now?"

"It's not just the size though," he said. "The colour, the texture. Glossy suits you. Glossy black like this, it goes with your complexion. A nice red maybe, but you'd have to wear the right lipstick for that."

He was lifting it up. Calmly, she tracked the slow progress of it as he raised it.

"The straps are genuine leather," he said. "Classy."

He was holding it up near her chin.

"Give it a kiss," Leroy suggested.

Kayley met his eyes and gave him the faintest smile. She dipped her head, and gave it a peck.

"Happy?" she asked.

"A real kiss," he said.

Kayley waited a few heartbeats. Then she dipped her head, the kiss on the surface of the glossy latex ball was longer, her lips parted slightly, lingered.

"We tend to discourage customers licking things," Mike said. "Unless they buy first."

Leroy glanced at him.

"You know," Leroy said. "I think I'll buy this, right now. Go run the transaction and bring it back to us." He handed his bank card. "Tap it."

Mike retreated.

"Was that wise?" Kayley asked. "Just giving him your card?"

"He knows better than to screw around." Leroy shrugged, turning to look at a series of restraints.

"If you say so."

Consider it a gift," he said. "Something for you and Sam to play with."

"That's very generous," she said.

"Not really," he said. "I figure that I might end up using it on you at some point."

Mike returned, handing over the card and a small discrete black paper bag. Leroy pocketed his card, and casually fished the ball gag, from the bag.

"You know," he told Kayley, "you weren't sure it would fit, isn't that right?"

"Oh my!" Kayley said, she took a half step back, but only a half step. Her eyes were bright. "You wouldn't!"

"No refunds," Mike said.

Leroy smiled, it was quite an evil smile. He held up the ball gag.

"You know, it wouldn't be much of a gift if it didn't fit properly," he told her. "I think you're a girl who likes to be filled just right."

He was slowly raising the ball to her lips.

She watched it approach.

"You absolutely shouldn't," she whispered calmly. "Certainly not out here in public, in front of--"

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

Kayley opened her mouth.

"Wider."

She stretched her jaws wide, parting her lips as much as she could manage.

He slid the ball into her mouth, she felt cold latex pressing on her tongue.

"Relax."

She let the tension ease, felt her jaw closing slightly, the ball settling into place, filling her mouth.

"Lift your hair," he ordered.

Silently, Kayley complied, the gesture identical to the one he'd taught her out on the street at the jewelry vendor. She laced her fingers behind her neck and lifted, sweeping her hair up until he nodded for her to stop. She blinked and waited.

"Mike," Leroy said, "would you do the honours? Kayley, keep your hair up."

Mike stepped behind her, pulling the straps back on both sides. He clasped them, she could feel them pulling tight, the tension in her cheeks and at the back of her neck, just at the hairline. Silently, she stared up at Leroy, gazing levelly into his eyes, completely neutral... except for the most minute tremble. Leroy smiled at her.

"Tighter please," Leroy said.

The straps tightened and tightened again, pressing into her cheeks. The ball gag shifted, pulling back, stretching her jaws just a tiny bit more, sitting even more irrevocably in her mouth cavity, taking its dominant place between her roof, teeth and tongue.

"You see," Leroy said. "It fits perfectly."

A hand brushed her blouse, and Kayley's nipple hardened instantly.

"You're so verbal," he said, "there's something really powerful in silencing you. Taking away your speech. Taking your voice."

Kayley's nostrils flared. She blinked twice, but did not move. Leroy's hand brushed her breasts again, and slid down her blouse, unbuttoning it below the bra. He undid two buttons, and slid a fingertip along the bared skin around her naval. Kayley kept her expression neutral, but her body shook ever so slightly at his touch.

"I could really enjoy this," he said in front of Mike. "Taking your power."

He leaned to whisper in her ear, so Mike couldn't hear.

"It excites you," he told her, "when I take your power. You like to be conquered."

Kayley shivered from head to toe. Leroy knew it wasn't the words, but the gesture.

"You know," he said, "you look really good in a ball gag. I might just leave it on."

Kayley blinked several times, her nostrils flaring. She sucked in a breath.

"We could walk around the rest of the store, with you wearing the ball gag," he teased.

"Then out into the street. Just finish our walk," he said. "It's not illegal after all, to wear a ball gag in public. I imagine you'd get attention."

He'd stepped very close to her, she had to arch her head to look up at him, but she hadn't backed away - stubbornness or surrender?. His hand drifted down her jeans. She blinked at his touch, her body almost vibrating with electrical tension.

"But not this time," he told her. "Turn around."

Obediently, and with visible relief, Kayley turned around, lifting her hair instinctively, to allow him to unfasten.

"You know," he said to Mike, "I think she'll look really good in red. Get me a red one, same size and style. We'll pick it up when we're done."

The ball loosened as the straps gave way.

"Open wide."

She complied and felt the ball removed. Leroy handed it to Mike, who retreated away.

"You are a bastard," Kayley told him, but there was no anger in the words, only a sort of admiration.

She turned around.

"Shall we continue?" he said.

"Looking at toys?"

"I think you're the most entertaining toy here," he told her. "And I've already got you."

"You wish," Kayley replied, but she smiled as she said it, and her eyes sparkled. She turned to look at more of the items.

"Check this out," Leroy said, moments later, as they approached the back of the boutique. There was another counter and a gate, above which a neon word 'Gallery' was suspended in a half circle. "The peep shows."

"Live," Kayley asked.

"Just video," Leroy said.

"You might have gotten me in there if there were live performers," she said.

He shrugged.

"Fun fact," he said. "My old band, Glory's, name came from one of our band members. They were obsessed with glory holes. Every city we played, they'd find them."

"Uh huh," Kayley said.

"Want to know which one?"

"Not particularly."

"Afraid?"

"Nope."

"It's not that different from the Men's room," he told her. "And you seem to like those."

"Yeah but..."

"Hey," he said. "I'm not going to try to fuck you. I promised."

"Should I trust you?"

"You have so far," he said. "Tell you what. Let's just go in, look around. You don't have to go into a booth."

Kayley looked up at him. He smiled back at her.

A sign said, "One person in a booth at a time." She pointed to it. He laughed. The gate to the peep show venue was closed. Leroy pressed a button, and Mike came over.

"Five dollar entry fee," he said. He looked at them, almost clinging to each other. "And only one person in a booth."

Leroy laid down a fifty.

"That's more a suggestion," Mike said. "We don't supervise what goes on in the booths. Do you need a condom?"

"We'll be good," Leroy said. The gate opened, he waved Kayley through.

"You better be," Kayley teased. Leroy slapped her ass as she passed the gate, making her squeak.

The peep shows where oddly disappointing. They were simply a row of cheap numbered doors running along the walls, with a cluster in the center of the room. Red lights above the doors indicated occupancy, although some lit doors yawned invitingly. A few men walked past, checking out Kayley with naked appreciation. A tall transvestite stood in a corner, appraising her. Kayley smiled nervously at a hairy balding man in a wifebeater T-shirt who leered at her.

"Ohhhkay," she said, uneasily, her body edging towards Leroy. "This place isn't grungy and creepy at all."

Leroy laughed.

"Let's try a booth." He lead her to booth marked with a number six in the center cluster and opened the door. The darkness yawned.

Kayley hesitated.

"You know," she said, "I wasn't planning on this. I certainly had no intention of anything like this. It was just going to be coffee, chat, get more of a sense of you."

"I think you're going to get more of a sense of me," Leroy smiled. "So what changed your mind."

"I didn't exactly change it," she said. "But little things, the necklace the way you put it on; reliving the blow job, thinking about that; the ball gag... just enjoying being around you... Made me... receptive."

He bent his head and licked her neck, feeling the rasp of the necklace chain on his tongue. She shivered, and didn't try to hide her sigh this time.

"You know," she whispered. "I think you're right, I can be submissive, if I'm lead into it."

"Do you feel safe now?"

"Not even a little bit," she breathed.

She stiffened.

"I'm not going to fuck you today," there was something unyielding and steel-like in her voice, that made him realize there was no chance. "If you even try, it's all over."

Fuck, he thought.

"Oh," he whispered smoothly. "I have no intention of fucking you. Aperitif remember. When the time is right, you'll beg for my cock."

She shivered again, relaxing. The steel she'd shown vanished into quivering softness. But he knew it was there.

"What do you intend to do?"

"Are you scared?" I asked.

"Yes."

"There's only one way to find out," he told her, and held the door open.

She walked through.

The door closed. The booth was small and narrow, and dark, barely larger than a toilet stall. Kayley could stretch out her arms and touch both sides. It was only about six feet deep. A television screen was above the door. A bench at the far end. A red light bulb provided half hearted illumination.

Kayley and Leroy sat on the bench together, side by side. He looked at her, even in the wan red light, she was luminous.

"Well," she said, her voice slightly uneasy, "here we are. Oh no! I've fallen into your trap! What will you do?"

He was amused, her humour masked her nervousness, she'd put herself in his power but wanted to pretend she hadn't. Beneath the apparent defiance was submission. She wanted to give up, but wanted him to take her carefully.

He leaned towards her.

"This."

And gently pressed his lips against hers, in a sweet, lingering kiss. They leaned into each other, moving back and forth slowly, their lips touching, their heads tilting. It lasted a full minute.

"Wow," Kayley said, as the kiss ended. "That was unexpected."

Leroy chuckled.

"We're doing it in reverse," he said. "We started off raunchy, we've done all the fucked up shit. But, we never did that first kiss. I kind of missed it. There's something sweet about a first kiss, isn't there."

He leaned in, and this time, she met him, and they exchanged another gentle lingering kiss.

"You know," she said, afterwards, her voice soft, "I never took you for a romantic."

"I don't know that I am," he replied. "But I appreciate things."

Another kiss.

"I appreciate you."

"It's kind of weird that you get sweet and romantic, in a peep show booth," Kayley teased.

Leroy shrugged.

"Considering how we met..."

She nodded.

"Point taken."

"So... where were we?"

Kayley leaned back against the plywood wall, on her side of the booth, and undid a button on her blouse.

"I'm not sure," she said. "I think you were kissing me, romantically."

She stretched out her arms, and he came into them, pressing his lips gently against hers, their heads moving together. Kayley's lips parted for a sigh, and felt Leroy's lips part ever so slightly in response, the kiss deepened. She felt him undo a another button on her blouse, and then another, and caressed his hair in return, running a hand down his back. She twisted to press more of her body against him, her blouse opening.

The kiss ended, he straightened, and she watched him as he undid the remaining buttons of her blouse. She shivered as he touched her bare skin, smiling shyly. He bent forward, to press his lips against her.

"This is nice," she whispered softly, kissing him again. Her mouth opened wider, and for the first time, the tips of their tongues touched, gentle and unhurried. His arms wrapped around her, under her blouse, caressing bare flesh. Her blouse and bra strap slid off one shoulder, she tugged down her cup, exposing a nipple. He bent to suckle it.

When he took a breath, she leaned into him, pressing him gently against the wall. She pulled up onto the bench, one knee on it, between his legs. Hovering over him, she offered pressed both palms against his chest, feeling the heat and maleness of him, the muscle of his chest.

She leaned down to kiss him, the kiss slowly growing more passionate. His hand found her breasts, one bare, one still covered by her bra, and stroked them tenderly. When the kiss broke, she arched her back, to offer her bare nipple. With a free hand, he reached between her legs, to unbutton her slacks and pull down the zipper. But instead of pushing in, he stroked the fabric against her inner thighs, moving up, gently pressing through her slacks and panties against her vulva.

For the first time, since they began making out, she moaned softly, holding her place as he massaged her pussy for a long two minutes.

When his hand finally withdrew, she sunk down on the bench, feeling his hardness in his trousers. Showering his face with tender kisses, his hands tweaking her nipples, she worked at his crotch, stroking his cock through the fabric, undoing his belt, unbuttoning, unzipping. But his cock remained tantalizingly out of reach, hidden under the folds of his pants. He slipped fingertips under her panties, lightly brushing her clit.

"Look," he whispered.

At first Kaylee didn't understand, but then he gestured, and no more than a couple of feet from them, a pale, disembodied erection poked through a hole in the wall, appearing to float, ghostly.

"Oh my," she whispered, half surprised, half amused. "We have a fan."

They stared at it for a moment, Leroy's fingers in her underwear, against her clit, but not teasing. Kayley realized for the first time that there were holes in the walls, three or four at waist heights, some of them large. A couple higher, for peeping. For the first time, she realized that there was air from the back wall as well, holes there. And now that she was looking, there were fixtures attached up on the walls, hand grips.

"This is a glory hole room," she whispered.

"Yeah," he said. "I told you."

She thought back. Yes, he said something about that, but she hadn't picked up on it fully. When she'd entered the room, it had been pitch dark, too dark to register the holes. And by the time her eyes adjusted... She'd been busy.

"We're being watched?" Kayley asked.

"I suppose so," he said. "One guy anyway, although he's more hoping than watching. But the door is locked. It's not like they can get in."

She leaned into Leroy, making sure to keep her hand on his trousers where the erection pushed against the fabric, the motion pushing his fingers down deeper into her panties.

"Interesting," she said, thoughtfully. "It; s like Shrodinger's Pervert," she whispered to him. "There, and not there. You don't know for sure until they stick their dicks through."

Her eyes swept around the holes in the walls on either side, guessed at behind her. Assuming they doubled or tripled up, there could be as many as five or six watching them right now.

Leroy pulled his fingers from her panties, and pulled her up to him, wrapping an arm around her, and kissing her gently. She leaned into his warmth. Her hand moved along his erection.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Kayley felt warm oddly, the slow burning, romantic make out session had left her gently aroused. Despite knowing she was, or might be watched, she felt safe in the small dark room, behind a locked door, with Leroy's reassuring presence.

"I feel," she said tentatively, "... like putting on a show."

She looked up at Leroy.

"Fancy a blow job?" she whispered, in a fake cockney accent, "Suck your cock for a tuppence, Guv'nor? I'll sweep your chimney clean, by rights, I will."

Leroy laughed and kissed her.

"Sorry boys," he said out loud. "This one's taken. But you can watch if you'd like."

Then to Kayley.

"I'm going to have to stand up to get it out, these pants are too tight."

Kayley got off the bench, the two standing together. As she wrestled with Leroy's trousers, she took a step back, going to a kneeling position.

His beautiful cock was right in front of her.

She looked up at him, but the light was too dim to penetrate the shadows of his face looking down at her.

"This is just a trick to get me on my knees," she teased.

"That's where you look the most beautiful."

He reached for her, running his fingers through her hair.

"Not rough this time. Okay?" she asked

"For sure."

Her hand curled around his erection. He turned her head slightly, so the other cock was just in her peripheral vision.

"I dare you to touch it?" he told her.

"Dare? What are you? Eight years old?" she smiled.

"I just want to see you play with it, as you play with me," he said.

She grinned at that, switching hands on his cock. She turned slightly, and brought her free hand up to wrap around the base of the stranger's cock, right at the wall. It was heavy, but not entirely hard, there was some give to it when she squeezed, just a little. It pulsed strongly, much more than others she'd held, she could literally feel the swell and subsidence. The texture of the skin on the shaft was slightly coarser than what she was used to, and she could feel a ring of stiff pubic hair all around the inside of the hole.

"Happy?" she asked.

"Oh yeah."

Slowly she began to masturbate Leroy's cock, and after a moment, without looking, drew her hand slowly along the stranger's cock until she was cupping the head. She pushed back the foreskin and began to squeeze it in steady gentle pulses.

Then she moved closer to Leroy's cock, staring as if hypnotized, as she wrapped her fingers around it tightly, and swept back toward the base, causing it to swell and rear like a cobra. Her eyes widened, her mouth watered.

"Sorry guy," she whispered absently, letting go the stranger's cock and placing her hands on Leroy's hips. Lovingly, she took him into her mouth, sighing deeply. Her hands moved across his hips, one of them descending to cup and play with his balls, the other wrapping her hand tight across the base of his shaft.

Leroy looked down at the exquisite red-headed beauty, half dressed, on her knees in front of him, and felt the urge to just grab her head and shove his cock violently down her throat.

He resisted the urge, and instead, just let her mouth enfold his cock, sliding wetly forward. The feel of her lips, her tongue, the wet cavity of her mouth, the rippling suction she generated as her lips sealed around his shaft was mind blowing. He could feel his cock swell as she worked, feeling her moving easily back and forth. She purred in her throat, a sound of happiness and satisfaction, closing her eyes as she worked, moving her head back and forth.

She seemed to have a subliminal sensitivity to the responsiveness of his cock, slowly finding a rhythm of maximum excitement. Her tongue swirled around his head, rasping against his prepuce, the lips closing around his corona. It was as if she was trying to explore him, to find from his subtle reactions, the way he swelled in her, the way his balls drew up, or his intake of breath as to what gave him the most pleasure. And then, when as she found it, there was the exquisite meticulousness of the way she teased those pleasures.

"Mmmm," she moaned in what seemed like pure arousal. This girl loved sucking cock, she was an artist at it. She gave herself to his erection, slowly working her way down his shaft. He watched her intently, her expression was blissful. It was like before, almost an altered state of awareness for her. She lost herself a bit when she sucked his cock.

Was it just him? Leroy wondered. The residue of sensuality of the times he'd fucked her, the sexual domination. When his cock was in her mouth, was some part of her mind reliving the way he's taken her pussy over and over? When she was on her knees in front of him, was she worshipping the man who had conquered her, taken her, owned and enslaved her, made her his bitch and his whore? These thoughts, of the way he'd physically and psychically overwhelmed and taken her made him incredibly hard, sent electricity shooting up dancing around the head of his cock. Only his iron will kept him from seizing her and ejaculating down her passageways.

Or was it her? Was she a natural cock sucker? That somehow the act tapped deep into her sensuality and her subconscious, touched on sexual drives and urges. He sensed that it fulfilled and aroused her on subtle levels. Where had it come from? Had she always been a cock sucker, or had it evolved and emerged in her relationship with Sam?

Certainly, it was a pathway to her submissiveness. Perhaps not the only pathway. His careful teasing explorations and tests in the store, his provocative flirting, and her willingness to accept, showed him that there were many avenues to take her down. Many vulnerabilities to exploit.

How many cocks had she sucked in her life? Leroy wondered. It didn't matter. Before he was finished with her, she would have swallowed thousands. He imagined her kneeling, all dignity and self-worth relentlessly stripped away, mindlessly, vacantly swallowing cock after cock, not even bothering to look at their faces, past and future erased, left only with an ever changing series of rigid members swallowing ejaculations endlessly,

He gasped then, rocking back on his heels, as the vivid images aroused by the thought of his plans for her almost made him come. His balls retreated, preparing to release, her fingernails tickling his scrotum. He held himself back.

Leroy could tell he'd brought her again into that strange submissive zone where her will and identity seemed to be dissolving, where she existed only in a kind of immediacy, her universe evaporating away until there was nothing but the cock in her mouth.

Leroy decided to experiment.

He pulled his erection from her lips, and she opened her eyes, looking vacantly up at him, almost entirely passive. He turned her head towards the cock protruding from the wall, her eyes focused on it with neither anticipation nor terror.

Instead, she simply let him guide his head towards it, and when she was close enough, her mouth opened sensually, and the head slid in. Her lips closed longingly around its shaft and he saw her eyelids flutter. He lifted his hand from her, and watched her head continue to bob automatically back and forth along and around this new erection as if in some trance-like state.

Leroy watched her obliviously suck a complete stranger's cock, her head rising and falling as the shaft disappeared between her wet lips. He could see drool at the corners of her mouth, staining her chin. Experimentally, he reached under her and fondled a hanging breast, pulling and pinching a nipple. He was rewarded with a throaty moan, her knees parting a little wider, her ass rolling slightly. He amused himself, reaching under, pulling on her nipples like a farmer milking a cow, while she sucked at the stranger's cock.

After a moment, he grew bored with the exercise. Gently he pulled his head, and guided her back onto his cock, beads and strings of saliva momentarily connecting her mouth to the foreign erection. There was no resistance at all. She didn't look up, her expression didn't change. With a graceful smoothness, she simply switched from sucking one cock to another.

He enjoyed her mouth, sensing that wherever she had gone, whatever she had submerged herself in, she had only gone deeper. Movement attracted his attention. On the other wall, a hand had emerged from the large hole, then a forearm, blindly groping towards Kayley. It withdrew, and then appeared again, moving with more deliberation.

Intrigued, he guided her back onto the cock in the wall. She switched smoothly, almost unaware that there was a different cock in her mouth. Or perhaps caring only that there was a cock to suck.

Now that he was free to move, Leroy leaned over, bracing one hand on the wall, and ran his hand over her ass, between his cheeks, pressing against her vulva. Her head continued to bob on the cock protruding from the glory hole, but her knees spread apart a few inches. Keeping his hand against her vulva, he applied gentle pressure to her hip, pressing, then easing, pressing again, until her knees moved and her hips shifted so that she was lining up with the larger hole. The hand withdrew again, and he knew that the man on the other side was watching him. He looked directly at the wall, and with two hands, cupped Kayley's ass cheeks through her slacks pulling them apart. The hand and forearm slid through, Leroy noted the hairy forearm, the blunt fingers, the apple watch. He took the hand in his and guided it to Kayley's shielded pussy, watching as the fingers probed against her loose slacks.

Did she know she was now being groped by another stranger? Leroy wasn't sure. Either she was unaware, or she simply didn't care. He reached under, and pulled a nipple, and then, once again, treating her like a cow, began to pull on both teats. Surely she must realize on some level that the geography was impossible, that at least three people must be toying with her body?

But her only response were regular throaty moans in response to some particularly pressing stimulation, and a kind of regular arch and bend of her back or roll of her hips.

Another cock appeared in the wall next to the one she was sucking, she seemed oblivious to it. The hand behind her was trying, awkwardly to tug her slacks down. Amused, Leroy stopped pulling on her nipples. Instead he reached over, and rolled her slacks and panties off her hips and down to just above her knees. She didn't resist at all. He explored her bared vagina, slipping two fingers over her asshole and down here pussy lips. They parted easily, she was drenched, her vaginal lubrication had crept down from her cunt, leaving her clit and pubes slicked.

The hand explored her bare thighs, finding its way to her pussy and for a moment, it battled with his hand for access, the foreign fingers blindly climbing over his own.

He glanced back at Kayley, bobbing away. Impulsively he reached out, pulled her head back and deposited on the second cock. She swallowed it down instinctively, her mouth now so wet with saliva that she took its whole length in a matter of seconds. Interestingly, as he watched, she balanced on one hand, lifting her other hand, to wrap it around the cock she'd just vacated and began to masturbate it slowly.

So there was awareness there, simply acceptance. What was going through her mind?

Leroy stood up, he moved forward, and brought her head to his cock, leaving her two previous suitors dangling. He let himself slide all the way down her wet tight throat, watching her head move up and down. The feeling was luxurious and all too quickly, he was approaching climax.

With a gentle motion, he lifted her mouth off and pointed her towards the two cocks protruding from the wall, curious to see which one she would choose. Smoothly, without making any apparent choice, she drifted towards the first, switching her hand to masturbate the second. But then she surprised him, lifting her other hand to take his cock in her grip.

To balance she slid back further on her knees, adjusting her posture. The hand behind her lost it's position and then found her again, following the inside of her thigh to slide fingers into her wet pussy. She lifted, moaned out loud, and swallowed the erection down again.

But after a moment, she switched to Leroy's cock, taking it in her mouth. Then moments later, the second one protruding from the wall received her attention. As she moved back and forth, her hands switched from one unattended cock to another, although her posture was such that she could not always have all of them.

Leroy was astonished, she was sucking three cocks at once, alternating one to the other, in no apparent order or pattern. Her expression seemed blank, but the more he watched her, the more she seemed to be in some kind of sensual haze.

Suddenly, as she lifted off, the first hardon ejaculated all over the side of her face. Kayley didn't seem to flinch, just returned to wrap her lips, around the spurting cockhead to take the last few pulses of semen.

The cock withdrew, leaving her with two. She settled on Leroy's. Casually, he reached down, collecting the semen dripping from the side of her face and smearing it in her hair. She didn't react, or if she did, she accepted and approved.

After a few moments, she switched back to the remaining erection in the wall, her hand still gripping his cock at the base, and slowly starting to masturbate him again. A new erection, this one visibly different, thick and curving with a bulbous head, thrust through the glory hole where the first one had been. Without missing a beat, she switched her hand from Leroy to the newcomer, and then a moment later it disappeared between her lips.

Behind her, the hand had withdrawn part way. Instead, whoever was behind the wall had thrust his hard erection through the large hole, as well as the wrist, and was masturbating the slick cock frantically, trying to aim at her pussy. Instead, he ejaculated copiously on her thigh and calf.

Leroy restrained an impulse to laugh at the loser, as the hand and shrinking cock withdrew. Leroy turned, bending down, to play with her pussy, slipping fingers into her ass and vagina. For his amusement, he took the cum dripping down her thigh and smeared more of it in her hair, and then on her blouse and the slacks bundled around her knee. He enjoyed making a mess of her.

The new cock began to thrust rapidly, the bulbous head and thick head too much for her mouth. She lifted her head, masturbating it, and it ejaculated against her chin and blouse. Once again, she took the head between her lips to take the last few drops.

The last one, lasted only minutes longer. This one came in her mouth as she masturbated Leroy, he watched her throat swallow again and again, her cheeks sucked in, as whoever was left moaned loudly on the other side.

He stepped up to Kayley and once again, she swallowed his cock, falling into a smooth rhythm. Did she remember his cock, Leroy wondered? Or were they all blending together in her awareness, a generic cock, a continuing erection. He wasn't sure, but there was something about the way her tongue along the underside of his cock head, or the way the lips curled around his crown, that suggested some memory.

Leroy realized something. She seemed nowhere near orgasm. Intensely aroused, yes. But floating there, at some level, not rising any higher. But Sam had fingered her to several orgasms when he'd face fucked her at his place. Perhaps she required more stimulation.

Another erection appeared behind her, this one emerging through the large hole. A thick dark penis, with a pronounced curve and a huge foreskin hanging, heavy hairy balls dangled through the hole, and pressing through on all sides was thick matted pubic hair. From the skin tone, Leroy thought it might be black, but the thick matted hair suggested the Indian subcontinent, or perhaps Indonesia.

He turned her around, and with barely a nudge to encourage her, she fell on this latest cock, taking it in her hand, pulling the foreskin back and literally kissing the head, letting her lips crawl over it. As the cock began to thrust slowly, she met it, advancing as it thrust, pulling back as it retreated, burying her face in the thick bird's nest of hair, tickling the balls with fingertips.

Kayley showed no sign of slowing down. How many cocks would she swallow in this odd state of sexual bliss, in her receptiveness and acceptance? Would her knees get sore? Her job get tired. How many more? Six? Ten? Fifteen? Dozens? Or was it time? Would she last an hour? An afternoon? All night? This wasn't the time to find out.

Leroy knelt behind her, sliding two fingers inside searching for her g-spot and stroking it hard. Kayley's sexual heat began to build, her hips rocked on his fingers. Her sucking on the Asian cock became urgent and enthusiastic, fucking her face onto it faster than it could thrust.

Kayley moaned and gasped, slobbering around the cock. "Oh shit," she gasped, it was almost surprising to hear her speak. To hear anything out of her besides throaty moans and murmurs and wet slurping noises.

There was a bearlike grunt on the other side, the wall seemed to bend, as whoever was there pressed themselves hard. Kayley descended, taking the whole length again and again, swallowing rapidly, as an anonymous stranger spurted ropes of thick semen into her mouth.

Then it was gone.

Leroy withdrew his fingers. Kayley squirmed, uttering a drawn out moan of need and despair.

"Good girl," he told her. "I think you've had enough."

Besides, his knees were getting sore from kneeling on the hard concrete floor of the booth. They should have a rug or a carpet, he thought. Then shuddered at the likely eventual condition of any floor cover, given the number of men masturbating in these booths.

"No," she whimpered, she seemed incoherent to him, out of it in some way, "I need... I need to come."

He liked her this way, on the spot, he decided that she was not going to come. The only way he'd allow her to come was if he was fucking her. And the only way he'd fuck her is if she begged him to, and it would have to be serious, urgent begging.

He'd promised after all.

Not that Leroy ever gave a shit about any promise he made. A promise was just bullshit you said to get what you wanted, and once you had it, who cared.

But the trouble was, he wanted more from Kayley and Sam than just burying another quick satisfying load deep inside her womb.

Fuck her now, the bitch would remember he'd broken his promise. Then there wouldn't be trust. He'd have to work a lot harder on them, if he could get them at all. A promise was just bullshit you said to get what you wanted, the problem was he wanted a lot more.

Kayley lowered her face almost to the floor, balancing on one forearm, reaching between her legs. Leroy lifted her up, keeping her from masturbating.

"There you go," she said, "It's okay. You did great, now come with me, we're going to sit and come down."

"No," she whimpered. "No, no, I need to come!"

"It's all right," he said soothingly. He almost wanted to laugh in her face, as he guided her, wobbly, half dressed, hair and clothes smeared with semen, the cocks of five men on her breath, her pussy loose and practically dripping. "You did great," he said. "Just relax. Deep breaths."

He got her sitting with him on the bench. He glanced up at the walls on either side? Were strangers watching? Listening? Could they appreciate her disheveled state. The lust that came off her in waves.

She reached between her legs again, and he gently caught her wrists.

"It's okay," he said. "You don't need to come."

"Yes!" she whined. "I do. I need to."

"It's all right," he said.

"Stop saying that!" She reached down. Before she could touch herself, he slid his hand over her vagina, offering pressure, but carefully shielding her from sensation.

"What do you want to do?" he asked softly.

She mewed, trying to rock her hips against his hands.

"I promised," he said. "Remember. I promised not to fuck you."

"Oh," she said. She nodded, her body relaxing. "Yeah."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He thought. What the fuck!

He thought he could at least get some begging out of her, dangle her on a string, reduce her to a point where she'd be such a mess she couldn't blame him for fucking her. Then, maybe he'd fuck her, maybe he wouldn't. He'd decide.

Where the fuck did she get that willpower from? It was frustrating. Recalculate.

"We're not going to fuck," he said. "Okay. We've just been fooling around. I think coming is too much. It's too close to sex. I shouldn't make you come."

She was coming down.

"But if you really want to," he said carefully, "I could help you. Just... nothing too intense. Just a little stroking, to take the edge off."

"I'd like that," she breathed, gently, she laid her hand over his, covering her pussy, and tried to work under his fingers, like a sneaky little bitch.

"Okay," he said. "Come here."

He took her in his arms, leaning her back against him, and let his hand loosen.

"Lift your leg... There we go."

He found her clit, and started to tap his fingers around it, back and forth, making little circles. Her breathing sped up.

"There you go," he said soothingly. "Just let it go. Let it come."

She reached down, slipping fingers inside. He pushed them away, teasing her clit.

"That's it," he told her.

Her body went stiff, suddenly, he could feel her sudden muscle tension, the tightness between her thighs. The orgasm was small, but he prolonged it, making her body jerk like a fish on a hook.

"Oh," she sighed, her voice focused and lucid. "That's better."

"That was bizarre," he said. "That was... very fucked up. Do you guys do this all the time? I'm not sure I can keep up."

Kayley laughed.

"Motherfucker," she snapped. He tried to gage the intensity of her response. Not angry, or at least, not completely angry.

"Hey!" he said

"You set this up!"

"Not guilty," Leroy uttered a calculated laugh. "What, you think I reserved a booth and had five guys on call, waiting for the mission. You're-- that's crazy."

"Well," she said, "I'm not a giant ho."

The evidence said different, Leroy thought. But he kept his mouth shut.

"Look," he said. "All I wanted was a biscotti, confirm a real date, maybe flirt a bit. Get you excited for Friday."

She nodded, that made sense to her.

"I figured, make nice, spend a little quality time," he continued. "I didn't even count on getting you in here to look at the sexy toys. And the back room booths... that was such a fucking long shot."

Another nod of agreement. She agreed, coming this far was a fluke, he couldn't have set it up.

"Even when I got you here..." he said. "I just figured get your panties really wet. Maybe get a blow job out of it. This? I couldn't see something like this coming in a million years."

Which was true, as far as it went. But Leroy had always been good at putting people in dangerous, fucked up situations. He had a knack for the volatile and the unpredictable, and finding just the right triggers to set it off.

And getting them to internalize responsibility.

"Hmm," she said, relaxing against him. She was buying it, at least somewhat. Accepting that this was the product of her choices. Or at least absolving him of blame. She seemed to think it over.

"I guess... one of those things?" she suggested.

"I suppose," he said.

"Those... things seem to happen pretty regularly around you, peyote girl, the Texas Trojan..." she murmured.

"Yeah," he said. "Let me tell you about this one redhead I met, keeps dragging me into bathrooms, bars, restaurants.. She's got a thing for fucking in public Men's rooms. Crazy right?"

Kayley laughed and reached up and punched him.

"This," she said, "was fucked up."

"This," he agreed, "was fucked up."

He waited a few beats.

"But was it bad?"

Kayley thought about it.

"No," she said finally.

"Okay," he agreed.

"This isn't going on my resume," she said firmly. He was amazed at how fast she would bounce back. It made him wary. You could have her completely under control, and then five minutes later...

"Don't want to add a new skill on Linked In?" he teased. She laughed.

Both Kayley and Sam would need very careful handling. Their big weakness, he thought, was that they were fundamentally good people. They thought everyone was like them. They trusted.

They didn't imagine there were people like him in the world. That was his big advantage in going through life. Decent people, expecting everyone was like them.

"I need to get home," she said.

He nodded.

"We'll take ten minutes and get dressed and cleaned up," he told her.

"'We'll get dressed'?" she noted. Her clothes were half off, the knees of her slacks were black, and she had cum smears all over her hair and outfit. His fly was unzipped. She was somehow wrecked, and he just needed to zip up.

"Mm hmm," he said.

"Okay," she said, and relaxed against him.

After a few minutes, she sat up and started putting her clothes back on. Leroy watched her, thinking idly about fucking her. Or if he couldn't fuck her, fuck with her. Movement caught his eye, a pale flash on one of the walls.

"How about this," he said, and pointed. A lone erection was poking through the glory hole. Or at least, Leroy thought it was erect. The cock had a downward curve, perhaps it was like that when hard, or perhaps it wasn't fully rigid yet. The foreskin was heavy, hanging over the small glans, which made it look shapeless. "Finish that one, and then we can go."

Leroy didn't frame it as a request, he wasn't asking. He was telling her to do it. At the same time, he didn't push it as a demand, sensing she would rebel. Instead, he just presented it as a statement, a simple condition. He was exploring her compliance.

Kayley stared at it for a long moment. She sighed, then nodded, and went to her knees beside it. Leroy had thought he might need to try harder, and he was far from confident that he'd persuade her. At least, not at the level of persuasion he considered safe right now.

He wondered what went through her mind that made her acquiesce? Some submissive urge? Or lingering arousal? Or simply some notion she'd done so many already, what was one more?

She reached out with one hand, leaning against the wall, and began to masturbate it, sliding her hand around it, moving back and forth in a winding motion.

Leroy eased himself to the other side of the bench, leaning forward so he could watch her face, and her technique as she jerked him off.

Kayley looked passive, almost distracted or disinterested, as she moved her hand along the shaft at first. Then she peeled back the foreskin, bending forward a little, as if interested. Her face showed a little more animation.

"Suck it," came the voice on the other side of the wall, but she ignored it completely, focusing on a slow, gentle masturbation. The voice came again, but she didn't register it at all.

Leroy watched fascinated as she slowly grew intrigued with the cock in her hand, lifting it, stroking it, moving the foreskin back and forth. The masturbation became more animated, more enthusiastic. She seemed to slowly get into it, her hand motions exploring, teaching sensation and responsiveness.

The voice on the other side was constant, cajoling, pleading, demanding. At one point, she rolled her eyes at the wall, her face clearly betraying annoyance. She refused to be pushed.

She licked her hand to wet it with saliva and ran her wet palm over it. A moment later, she did it again. Then only seconds later, she did it a third time.

Then, without warning, she took it in her mouth. Leroy's eyes widened, but he gave no other sign of surprise.

Kayley's body language shifted, as her lips slid wetly along the strange cock. She seemed to relax, the muscle tension easing. Her posture slumped, her shoulders dropped. She shifted position, reorienting more perpendicular to the wall to swallow it more easily. Her breathing slowed, her face became calm. Was she smiling, somehow? He had the sense of satisfaction, even fulfillment, from her.

Leroy leaned forward carefully, watching. Kayley seemed to be drifting into a submissive space, or perhaps regressing to a more basic level of awareness. She didn't go all the way to the near mindless passivity of the face fucking in his apartment. She retained awareness, a sense of self, interest and playfulness to a significant degree. She wasn't going very deep, but it was there. What intrigued him, was that she went there on her own.

The cock between her lips began thrusting more aggressively, pulling back and lunging. Instead of retreating, she advanced, moving closer to the wall, so it could plunge deeper into her throat. Whoever was on the other side was rapidly approaching orgasm. His hips began to slam against the plywood wall. On her side, she pressed her face against the hole. Her hips seemed to roll and twist. She put her forearms and hands against the wall, to brace herself.

Leroy suddenly smelled the distinct scent of feminine arousal. Absently, he stroked his cock, hard and urgent.

The banging of hips against the wall reached a crescendo. A deep guttural grunt sounded. Underneath it, he could hear Kayley swallowing rapidly, as yet another stranger ejaculated into her mouth. Then a sigh.

After a moment, Kayley leaned back. The cock was vanished back into the black hole, as if it had never existed. She wiped her mouth on her forearm. Leroy marveled at how quickly she composed herself, almost shaking off the submissive mind set.

"Taken care of," Kayley said brightly. But Leroy noted the trace of a quaver in her voice signaling residual lust, the lingering submissiveness and looseness of her body language.

"I'm impressed," Leroy said. And he was. It had been a very educational little adventure.

Kayley smiled and showed her tongue, pursing her lips.

"What can I say?" she said. "I'm gifted."

He thought back to their first encounters. Perhaps it had been a mistake to fuck her straight away, given how orally submissive she seemed to be. He might have been able to take much more control by putting her on her knees and then fucking her.

She seemed to become lucid quickly, but he wasn't sure, maybe that was only surface. Still, he was careful to hold her hand as he lead her out. It wouldn't do to send her back home as some kind of numbed out sex zombie. They found a small brightly lit park and sat together, so he could make sure she returned fully to normal.

"So," he said. "How do you feel?"

It was a good question. It showed concern. People liked it when you were interested in their feelings. They opened up, and that gave you things to use against them, ideas of how to manipulate or control them. Asking uncertain people how they felt was a terrific weapon.

"You're definitely dangerous," she said evasively. There was a little bit of a smile.

She was still processing what had happened, he decided. That was good, if she was still coming to grips, he could help make sure she saw it his way.

"And you're definitely fearless," he said. "You amazed me."

The little smile widened. Flattery works every time. More importantly, he was shading her as the active one, slipping in the idea that she'd been in control, making the choices. As long as they were good choices, positive ones, fearlessness, bravery, strength... she'd tend that way. You couldn't be too blunt or heavy. It was a matter of nudging.

"Dangerous gets a bad rap," he said, changing the subject.

When you plant an idea, best not to give them time to think about it. Plant, change the topic, let it take root in the background.

"We're all supposed to be scared of danger and avoid it. But for cripes sakes, people jump out of airplanes and go hang gliding, they climb mountains and go scuba diving. We love roller coasters and exotic restaurants."

"Once in a while someone gets eaten by a shark," he reflected. "But mostly, we spend our lives embracing danger, and it makes our lives better."

He shrugged.

"What kind of life is it," he said, "if someone never takes a chance, never tries anything, never takes a risk, or steps out or just goes with it..."

"Not much of a life," Kayley agreed, the way she said it made it clear she was thinking about her session in the booth. "None at all."

"You say I'm dangerous," he said. "I think I like being dangerous. The good kind of dangerous."

"I think I like that you're dangerous," she agreed.

"The good kind of dangerous."

"Yes."

"I think you guys are dangerous too," he said. "The good kind."

She laughed.

"You know," he said. "You don't have to tell Sam about this part."

"About the park bench?" she teased.

"No," he replied. They both knew what he was talking about. "About what we did in the booths."

'We' - partners in crime. Not putting it all on her, if he did that she'd resist. She'd try to evade responsibility, she'd get conflicted about it. But sharing, she'd take on some. She'd own it.

"What 'we' did," she answered. "I dunno. I don't keep secrets from Sam."

"Mmmm," he said. "Maybe this time, for a little while. I'm not saying 'lie'... just, don't bother mentioning it. That's not keeping a secret."

"No?"

She didn't like the idea, he could tell.

"I'd rather you didn't," he said. "I think it would spoil Friday, if Sam knew this, we had gotten so out of hand. I like Sam, and I want him to trust me."

She nodded.

"He likes you too," she said vaguely.

"I'm glad to hear that," Leroy said. "He's a hell of a guy. I like you both, a lot. You guys are great together, and I think we've got real potential to play. I just don't want some impulsiveness on our part to screw that up."

Again, he framed it as a joint failing, even though she was the one who'd become lost and insatiable, sucking cock after cock. If he took responsibility, she'd take it too. If she took responsibility, then she'd have to wrestle with telling Sam... not guilt on her part... but aware that her actions would potentially screw with Sam's developing friendship with Leroy.

He could see her mind working on it - she wanted to be honest, but now she had to protect others, protect Leroy and Sam.

He shrugged.

"We had a little bad judgment together," he said. "No harm done. I just... don't know how he'd feel about it right now."

"We didn't fuck or anything," she said carefully.

"I promised," he reminded her.

"Yeah, you did. All we did," she said, "was play around a little. Just to get ready for Friday."

"That's right."

"You didn't even come. I didn't come, not really, not a big one. We just kind of played. We didn't do anything much... comparatively."

"Not compared to all the other stuff we've done, since day one," he gave an exaggerated leer..

She laughed.

"The... other stuff in the booth... Didn't matter," Kayley told herself. Then more firmly: "It didn't matter. They were behind walls. I didn't see them. They didn't see me. It was just play. It was just playful. Harmless."

"You're right," he said, "it didn't."

"Yeah," she said, trying to convince herself. "I think you're right. This was just playing around. Fooling around. Nothing serious really happened, except we tried to make each other hot and excited for Friday. And we did."

"That's right."

"So maybe it doesn't matter," Leroy said, making hismove. "Maybe, I was wrong. Sam will get a kick out of hearing about it. Maybe you should..."

Leroy smiled inwardly at the way she squirmed at the mention of telling Sam.

"You think I shouldn't mention this part to Sam?" she asked, almost pleading with him to agree. It wasn't so much a question, as a request.

Leroy smiled. Suddenly, she didn't quite want to. But she didn't want to admit it, so she was putting it on him. He wondered if she was even aware of it. People lied to themselves as much as they lied to each other, he always thought. It made his life easier.

"I guess you have to judge," he said, carefully neutral. "You know him best."

"Yeah," she was sounding very doubtful.

"You know what?" he said. "Normally, I'd say you should. Normally, I'd say go ahead. You've got a lot of trust between you, and I admire that. If it was just you and him, sure. Nothing can touch what the two of you have."

"But personally," he said, "for me, I guess the reason I asked you not to mention it. I'm worried it may jinx me for Friday, and I'd like him to be there with us fresh, without baggage, you know what I mean. I don't want him thinking about you and me, and what I did."

"You didn't really do anything though," she said. "I did everything. And anyway, it was just kids stuff. Fooling around. It was nothing, really,"

By his count, she had sucked six cocks, including his, and been fingered by a seventh stranger who'd jerked off on her. Anonymous men had come on her face and ass and she'd swallowed several loads of semen, and eventually been masturbated to orgasm. But he'd gotten her to convince herself that it was all 'nothing much.'

"Thats right," he agreed. She nodded at the affirmation.

"But for my sake," Leroy said, "I suppose I'd just as soon you didn't mention it. At least wait until after Friday, give it a few days after, when we're all comfortable. Maybe I'm just... nervous. I want him to like me."

"If that's what you want..." He was giving her the escape she wanted. She framed her words carefully. "Okay."

He knew what she was doing, even with all the minimization and evasion he'd coaxed her into, she still found it incredibly difficult to contemplate lying to her husband. Even a lie of omission. She was shifting the blame to him.

But it would still be a lie. Somewhere deep down, she'd feel betrayal, she'd feel guilt. It would curdle inside her, weaken her, make her more vulnerable to him.

Leroy felt triumph. Fucking her was easy. Bringing out her submissive nature, turning her into a sex toy, was a challenge, but a mountable one. Getting her to lie to Sam, even in a small way, turned out to be a labour of Hercules, far more work than he'd anticipated.

But he'd gotten her there. He'd planted his seed, driven his wedge, put a crack in her armour. A small beginning.

But there would be more. More compromises, more failures, more betrayals, and lies, piled on top of each other, getting bigger and darker. There'd be guilt and angst and betrayal, maintaining a facade, living a lie. Bit by bit, he'd carefully tear her down, until he could break her, break them both completely.

Leroy patted her knee, and smiled warmly.

"Thank you so much," he said, "I appreciate it. You've done the right thing."

"You think so?"

"I know."

"Okay."

"And it's just for now," he reassured her. "We're not really keeping a secret. Just postponing."

She smiled and nodded, liking the thought.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Just for now."

Of course, Leroy knew, there wouldn't be a later when it would be okay, when the time was right to tell. The longer she waited, the harder it would be. Eventually, she'd bury it, never telling. And along the way, more lies.

Kayley's phone beeped.

"Oh geez," she said., "Check the time. I've got to get going."

Leroy hung around until her Uber came.

Then once she was out of sight, he went back into the Boutique, and walked up to the counter.

"Forgot something?" the Mike at the counter asked. He smiled at Leroy. Leroy smiled back.

"Yeah," Leroy said. "I know that you record what goes on in the booths."

"We value our customers privacy," Mike said. "We don't do that."

"And you didn't stick your cock in for her to suck," Leroy told him. "She swallowed your load, give me slack, dude."

"I don't know what you mean," Mike said, blushing a little. "Even if the cameras were on, that would be for safety reasons only."

"Safety," Leroy nodded gravely. "Vandalism. Assault. Someone has a heart attack jerking off. You'd need t record, just in case. You could get sued if something went wrong."

"Exactly," Mike said. "But store policy would be to delete as soon as possible."

"Except the good stuff," Leroy said. "I bet that goes into a private file."

"I'm not really comfortable having this discussion," Mike said.

Leroy sighed and laid down a hundred dollar bill.

"We both know that what went on in there was completely consensual," he said. "And you know she was with me. So what I'd like, is the video file on a flash drive. You can keep your own copy."

Mike stared at the hundred dollar bill.

"You realize," he said, "that hypothetically, if there was a video file, it would be a pretty shitty video, stationary feed, auto-focus, low light, poor resolution, no sound."

"I don't mind," Leroy said. "Think of it as just a memento of a special little adventure."

Mike nodded. He chewed his lip for a moment, and then palmed the bill.

"It might take a few minutes."

Leroy shrugged.

"Anything else?"

"Yeah," Leroy said, staring calmly at the young man. "You might have noticed from the video, she swallowed a lot of cocks, most of them shot, on her or in her. But I didn't come. I could use some... lightening of the load."

Mike blushed.

"I could go on break in about ten," he said thoughtfully.

"That works for me," Leroy said. "You'd have the flash drive by then."

"Yes," Mike said. "Booth six."

"Sounds fine."

Leroy browsed the S&M section for a few minutes. When he noticed Mike was no longer at the counter, he went to booth six. One of the glory holes was particularly dark, as if someone was standing or kneeling at it.

Leroy stepped up. A flash drive slipped through, and he pocketed it. Then he unzipped his fly and fed his cock through the hole.

Mike got to work.