Day 1 - Morning

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Each chapter after the introductory chapter will be locked to you unless you play the interactive game I'm creating. The reasons are simple:

1. I want real choices in this story as supposed to boring fake choices in hyper linear stories I often see on Chyoa.
2. I want this to be a real game to a degree and not just a thing to get off to.
3. I want to explore the systems available to me for other projects currently under development.

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Sitting on this cushion was starting to feel somewhat painful as the cushion was only so thick. I readjusted several times and sighed at the first three customers being so incredible. As I sat there I saw someone who I knew instantly walk out of the crowd and over the my stall. Mom walked over with a couple bags of stuff she didn't have before and set them behind the booth. She walked over with a huge smile and looked me up and down.

"How was it so far?" She asked.

"It was... insane.." I said and widened my eyes a bit.

"That good huh?"

"More than good. Look at my cash... only three customers." I said proudly and she gasped, smiling like a proud mother.

"Oh my gosh honey I'm so proud of you!" She reached out and pulled me in close, my erection still kicking it and poking against her full body dress rather hard. She of course didn't mind which was it's own novel in right. As she pulled away she looked down at the stain from my precum and giggled to herself. "Whoops... that was my fault."

"It's doing really well and..." I hesitated a lot. "it feels absolutely incredible." I blurted out.

"Oh yea? Didn't know my boy liked getting rimmed. I thought you were in it for the money." She giggled again at her own joke and I played along.

"Nope, I didn't expect to like it honestly. I do though... So much!" I said with a wide smile on my face.

"Well... dear..." She all the sudden got pretty quiet. "I have quite a lot of extra cash... I brought $500 and I only spend around $400..." The insinuation was dripping with lust and curiosity.

"Well uhhh... I mean that's cool I.... what.. hold on are you?" I stumbled on my words like a land mine and my face shot instantly to a deep scarlet.

"Yea honey, I wanna rim you dear." She shrugged as if it's not a big deal.

Money will be used in many ways in the future, but for now only has the potential to be spend to buy addons to the booth.

There are four main branches to this story. Quiet, Rowdy, Clerk, and Mom. Each will focus on a different aspect of sexual interactions during them using the services.

For instance the clerk is much more romantic and into you. She'll be sensual and genuinely caring. The rowdy girl will be rough and intensely want to dominate you. The quiet girl will be obsessive, nervous, impulsive and the most intense out of them all at trying to make you feel good. They will remember being ignored, so be aware!

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I take stock of my confidence and sigh in disbelief at my circumstances. Customers had slowly started to pour into the area. Many stalls across from mine selling all kinds of knick knacks. One selling random crystals and rocks, essential oils and other guff. Another was selling very unique clothing for women hung on tons of racks with wheels. People clumped to these particular stalls like horny readers to an erotica site. The stalls next to me were selling various types of food here or there. People strolled past my booth in curiosity more than anything, kind of snooping it out with an adventurous eye.

One group of women looking like they came from a college dorm all stopped and gossiped not too far away, but turned away soon after when they saw the clothing racks. I panicked temporarily at the possibility that people weren't under the weird spell or whatever that was allowing this stupid stall to exist.

Luckily a few girls seemed to float around as I did various small tasks, mostly adjusting the sign, changing the position of the register and such. My mom seems to be fully packing up the truck and about ready to go explore.

"Alright honey, I'm gonna have a look around. Everything is set up right?" She asks quickly.

"I think so... all I gotta do is take my pants off." I said and my pants immediately got tighter from this reality.

"Oh please you'll have to take all of it off honey. Good thing it's nice and warm out. You might get a tan from being all naked." She teased and waved me goodbye as she put on a sunhat. I returned the wave and slowly pulled off my shirt. My vision obscured only for a moment, but immediately after I had it off I saw dozens of eyes falling on me. Many from the street shrugged in an uncaring matter while others smiled in glee at the small stall. My pants soon followed and as soon as I stood up to take them off my boner became all by too clear to everyone. This... fortunately or unfortunately made much more people stare and a couple gossip just a few yards away. The stalls next to mine I saw stopped making food to watch the newbie 'dress up' for his job. Giggles and laughs from the girls near the clothing racks echoed through the crowd as I crouched to put my clothes under the stall on the hangers. My shoes staying on with my socks so I didn't burn my feet on the concrete. I took a breath and finally took off my underwear, putting them away and feeling goose bumps on my whole body from the exposing feeling. I hesitantly walked over to the seat portion of my booth, having to jump up just a little to take a seat on the cushioned area. There was a strange dip in the front and a U like section cut out of the seat. It must be in case people want me to change position?

"Oh my gosh Bethany! We have to come back here after the play." One blond said to another as they passed, gawking at me like school girls.

"Look at that booth mom, we'll have to check it out after we're done eating." A red head mother daughter duo commented in line at one of the stalls next to me.

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Girls finally having explored more defined stalls over the years took notice of this new one. Many unsure of it's quality, pricing, or much of anything. Thankfully some of the girls I saw before were much more willing to test this for them all.

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The girls had been exploring the same well-established stalls for years when they noticed a new one and hesitated to try it out due to doubts about its quality, pricing, and other factors. Luckily, some of the girls who had already saw the stall wanted to check it out.

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After years of exploring well-established stalls, the girls noticed a new one and were unsure about its quality, pricing, and other aspects. Fortunately, some of the girls who had visited the stall earlier were willing to test it out for the others.

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I look over to a strange opening in the crowd and see a blue haired girl laughing her ass off at something that I couldn't see. She seemed to be totally uncaring of how rowdy she was being and even leaned against one of the random people near her to keep balance. She wore a horribly cut up and mangled set of jeans that hugged her ass so tight I thought it'd rip if she bent down too low. Her crop top covered her average sized breasts and her earing's were fierce looking stars.

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The lady with blue hair was a little too intensely staring over at me. She was on the phone with someone ranting and raving about what had just happened to me. {if QuietVisited = true}Alison took so long she was able to have her whole breakfast sandwich and then even go get some random desert and come back. The blue hair lady kept cackling and talking about how Alison ate me out with such lovedy dovey energy.{endif} {if ClerkVisited = true}The blue haired girl more bored than not kept discussing how Abby ate me out so gingerly like I was her boyfriend. For all the talk the rowdy girl made she looked just barely jealous.{endif} She looked interested and like she could hang up at any second just to come and shove her face into mine on a whim.

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Shia was standing near by with a huge group of equally crazy hair color girls. They all stood in the clothing stall across from me. From how many there were it seemed like they were completely occupying the stall. It seems like they were all mocking some of the clothing while praising and fighting, sometimes literally, over cute clothing.

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I turned my attention to a girl standing at the leg of the covering over the food booth to my right. She was wearing a full turtle neck and her arms were crossed under her massive breasts. I blushed when we made eye contact and she turned her head away from me. It seems like she's been staring at me for a while. Her glasses matched the shape of her breasts well and accented her small nose. Her tight yoga pants did well to accent her hips and just barely hint at a huge camel toe underneath with the grey color being light enough.

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The shy girl from before still stood next to the leg of the booth to the right. She watched with a bit lower lip and shifted around like she was about to make a move, but never did. Her eyes not darting away when she noticed I was looking. Instead she gave the dullest smile and my heart sank. {if RowdyVisited = true}She looked a little worried about going in because of how rough Shia was, but it also didn't look like it was gonna stop her.{endif} {if ClerkVisited = true}The quiet girls posture had tilted to the side a bit after seeing Abby go up with me. She definitely looked jealous and mildly frustrated that someone else got to lick me first.{endif} She looked just a little bit hesitant about going up to me still. I hoped my eye contact and her seeing others come up would make that somewhat less of an issue to her.

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My eye was drawn suddenly over to a familiar clothing set. Abby was at the hippy dippy stall and was checking out some crystals like her life depended on it. She had the same set of clothing on as when I saw her last time. She did say she would come visit, but this is insane timing!

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Abby stared at me with a beaming smile from the crowds, sipping on a wine glass and making comments to a few random people to her sides. She laughed and presumably talked about the sign she was pointing at and where I got it from.{if QuietVisited = true} Since Alison went she had been discussing in more hushed tones, her visual posture shifted and more upright than before. The people around her trying to talk in a frantic way since Abby had just come back from getting some food at another stall. They discussed it like it was a plot twist in a soap opera.{endif}{if RowdyVisited = true} She was absolutely upended about Shia's way of taking what she wanted. Frustrated and looking like she'd boil over when Shia was too rough with me. The other girls just having a huge blush on their face and a smile that didn't vanish.{endif} Overall Abby looked like her wine was not just giving her courage, but also major ease on what she just saw.

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It seems like many more of the girls are interested in coming to the booth. Several milfs grabbing their purses to check their budget. Some college girls scrounging up money between themselves. Lots of single girls gossiping to each other and pointing towards me. A couple of emo looking girls walk by, eyeing me curiously. Shia stalks close by, currently two stalls away making a riot with her girlfriends. Alison stands patiently near the stall left of me, waiting for her courage to build up enough after seeing my mother go to town. I didn't see Abby anywhere which was strange since her girlfriends were all commenting and cackling as my mom had fun with me.

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One milf nearby is looking at me with an interested eye. Standing around several of her friends as they drink from wine glasses on a standing table in the center of a nice eating area that was setup. Her friends and her all look over at me and point occasionally. I couldn't help but feel a little concerned about what they were talking about, but I also felt my arousal build up just watching.

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Susy was back with her girlfriends, talking and giggling like moms at her dirtied face she didn't bother to clean. They all laughed and she explained the whole process using big sweeping motions with her hand to explain certain things. A look of shock from all of them came after she said something in a matter o fact style. After that they all looked over with hungry eyes. Susy finally wiping her face and having a slight blush on her face as they all chatted idly now that the excitement was over. I could tell one of them wanted to come over soon.

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A blond girl walking next to another who looked like her sister kept circling back to me. She had a bright smile and some cute pink pajamas on that had the words: "sASSy gal" on her butt. The word ASS was boldened and her friend wore a simple purple dress and blouse. She whispered and connived with her friend or sister, looking like she was either building up confidence or something more.

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Sarah and Erika weren't anywhere nearby. They seemed to dip into the crowd to go somewhere quickly. Hurrying away with a weird sort of jaunt, Sarah even holding her groin and making me think they were going to the bathrooms. Perhaps it was because of their admittance that they were wet or maybe they legitimately needed to use the bathroom. Regardless they were no where around.

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A very stern girl paces around in silence. She's wearing a karate uniform and looks to be checking the time over and over, like she needs to be somewhere. Perhaps she's a booth host like I am? She's got short cut hair and looks like she's been salivating a bit from how much she's swallowing. Her uniform is a bit tight around her stomach and loose around her ankles. As she turns around I can always see her tight ass hugged by the uniform. Her small breasts are pulled into her by the strict motion of the fabric.

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A crowd forms around one particular girl, she's bleach blonde and wearing a fur coat that makes her look like she's from the 80's. She's incredibly young however and the crowd she's walking with is being blocked off by several strong looking security women. She's wearing glasses and her super short skirt almost barely exposes the bottom of her thick ass while she walks around the booths.

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A cheerleader in a cute skirt with sometimes exposed white panties walked around the booths, visiting each place separately and very cheerfully interacting with everyone. She didn't have pom poms, but definitely looked like a cheerleader from her red and white coloring all over her clothing. I looked at her walking around and she occasionally giggled maniacally as she looked over at me and pointed. Apparently using my booth as a common topic of conversation to the other girls.

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A girl was looking at her phone with earphones on around a lone table. She was pretty petite and had long black hair tied into a high bun with two long strands hanging on either side of her face. She was wearing a long sleeve shirt with the logo of her favorite game on it in white, with a pair of jeans. She giggled over and over at a video she was watching on her phone. I couldn't help but be a little bit curious as to what games she liked or maybe what she was laughing at.

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A very formal girl was wearing a suit and skirt, with a long sleeved shirt under the jacket. She had long golden hair in a bun. She was sitting at a table across the way with a laptop. She typed on her keyboard incredibly quickly and her upright body posture told me she was a no business type of woman. Which is ironic considering she's definitely a business woman. She pulled out her phone and talked on it while typing many times, having serious conversation and sighing many times from the callers nonesense.

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A beautiful looking older woman with just barely showing grey roots and a tight fitting, short sleeved blouse and pencil skirt. She had a big, almost permanent smile and had a book in her hand as she sat at a table in the corner of the festival reading it. She had a nice meal and ate it patiently as she eyed up the younger girls with a wry smile. The book she was reading was a romance novel and I could only tell because of the massive naked woman on the front. She locked eyes with me, darting up to me as if she knew I was looking and I jumped a bit in my seat. She giggled to herself and kept reading.

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A very disheveled woman was stumbling around the festival area looking for something. She was wearing jean booty shorts and blouse with high heels, as if she'd just gotten off of a date or was on her way to one. She was so clearly drunk many of the people around her steered clear as she bothered a wine booth only a few booths away. She muttered to herself and cackled like an idiot at herself when she spilled some wine on her blouse. She attracted a few girls who looked a bit too opportunistic and they helped her around a bit. She saw me sitting there naked on the cushion and stopped them to stare for a bit. She pointed and then was dragged away while somehow loudly mouthing "I'll be back.".

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I hope you're enjoying the story so far. I'm working on upgrades at the moment and fleshing out the way the booth works. Currently choices don't matter, but some hidden paths DO exist. If you can't make it to a certain path, restart the game or comment and I can help you out. I'm not above giving you all a guide to reach the juicy chapters I wrote.

If you hate either of these ideas and want to tell me I'm dumb, shout at me in the comments or dm me. Thank you for reading.