Dirty Forbidden Confessions
She was giving me ideas.
The hallway is dim, lined with numbered doors. Some have red lights above them, indicating occupancy. Others are dark. I find booth seven and step inside, my heart hammering against my ribs. It's small, maybe five feet by five, with a vinyl bench against one wall and a video screen playing muted p**n. The air smells like disinfectant and sex. And there, in the wall to my left, is the hole. About waist height, maybe five inches in diameter, with smooth edges worn shiny from use. A faint light glows from the other side.
My heart is pounding as I sit on the bench. I'm wearing a short skirt and a low-cut top, no bra, no underwear. Easy access. That's what the forums reco
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