Ask about the camera

"So," I began, "About that camera in the back room there..."

The man visibly cringed, confirming my suspicions. Me getting fucked by two strangers in a gloryhole had been caught on film, either for this guy's personal stash of porn or for him to put online.

"Uh, the camera is... off?" He trailed into silence, and I looked at him unconvinced. It had 100% been on and he had probably been watching it all live.

"I know you probably won't delete that video," I wished he would, but I knew he probably wouldn't, "So how about you give me all of this stuff for free, and then maybe I can come back here later and get some more stuff? You know, or I can bring this up to the police."

He nodded, putting the items in a plain plastic bag. A lawsuit or police poking around a place like this was way more expensive than any amount of sex toys I could pick out, after all.

"Well, if you come back, I'll be sure to turn the camera off for you. That is, unless you want to try to make some money on the side. But if you're coming back later, we can talk about that without your boyfriend around," he said, handing me the bag and gesturing towards Paul. I laughed at the implication that he and I were dating, imagining my actual boyfriend in a place like this. He'd probably be overwhelmed and too nervous to even open the door, let alone fuck in a gloryhole.

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks," I said as I took the toys, walking towards Paul. He had a look of confusion on his face, since he was supposed to pay and all, but I ignored it and led him out the door. We got back in his sedan, it was almost 1 now and I was pretty wiped out from the gloryhole. I could probably convince him to take me to the mall if I wanted a new dress for tonight, but going home was appealing too.