Jerk off for Jennifer

You play with it, and you grow almost instantly. You want Jennifer Lawrence to be salivating over you and that thought drives blood down there fast. You don't remember if the viewing rooms have sound, but you moan anyway. You imagine that Jennifer is giving you this handjob, her delicate hands roughly jerking your meat. That starts you quickly toward a finish, so you back off a little. You want to make a good show of it. So you think about golf. Boring old golf. Then soccer. Soccer and baseball. Now things are too slow. So you just think about baseball.

Then you stand up. You keep jerking off while you walk around. The mechanics of walking seem to be just the right balance of holding off on cumming and not losing momentum entirely. You stop go faster for ten seconds then slow and resume walking. Once you 'accidentally' face right at window #1. You go more aggressively, putting a good 'I'm jerking off!' face going. Then an image enters you mind of Jennifer, her lips wrapped around your shaft, sucking her cheeks in, as she blows you. You feel your balls twitch as you start spouting right there. The first drop flies two feet and the rest splatters closer. You've got a lot, too. You hear a muffled squeal and clapping behind the glass.

You glance at the nearest clock and see that time is up. You finish the last drop, and then click the button to slowly lower the blinds on #1. You walk back to your chair and sit as the windows close.

Once the motors stop whining, you quickly grab a box of baby wipes, hidden under one of the tables. You wipe up your spilled seed from the floor. Then you grab your costume pieces and run out the peep show stage. Quickly you undress and redress in the makeshift dressing area. Then you nonchalantly return to the front. Just before you walk out, you realize you have the mask on. You take it off and then walk out to the store.

You see Jennifer's back walking out the door. You frown momentarily, hoping she might come flirt with you. Then you head to the register to get your cash. You fill out a payment receipt to your name, just like you would for the peep show performers, before you notice a note on the counter.

"Dear Cowboy, my cell is 336-555-0906. Text me what time you get off work. I'll pick you up. -- Jennifer"

Your eyes light up.