This Is Her Plan?

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It takes a moment for my eyes to get adjusted to the lighting, and a moment afterwards for me to realize that it isn't wholly dark here. That's hard to pick out, whoever designed this space clearly wanted to create that kind of ambience and so the walls, ceiling, and floor are all painted black.

At least it's clear, no kind of obstruction that we might trip over. But when the door closes behind us we still both stop anyways, letting our eyes gradually acclimate to the minimal brightness from the pot lights inset in the ceiling which give little more than a general haze to the space.

It's a long dark corridor. Not nearly as narrow as it seems, the dark coloring only makes it seem that way.

At the far end there is another door, but that isn't the one that draws her eye.

Rachel pulls me forward and I notice the doors on the left eventually. Three ones that are evenly spaced, the only real indication that they are actually there the matte silver doorhandles that stand out from the eternal darkness of the rest of it.

Gradually I piece together ideas of what this place is, of what it's purpose is. The doors too closely spaced to house full rooms behind it and always keeping in mind the total dimensions of the house when I try to contemplate what lies on the other side.

In the end there is really only one answer, but god I didn't think places like this even existed anymore.

Rachel leads me down and to the middle door and she gives a half-furtive glance up and down the empty corridor before she grasps the handle and turns it, quickly pulling me inside. This room we enter, like the corridor we just left, is also blindingly dark and I only catch a momentary glimpse for an instant, not even enough to truly register the contents, before the door closes behind us with a click of finality.

It isn't just the darkness that makes this space feel oppressively small. It isn't the fact that she's in here with me, her body seeming overly large as the darkness throws proportions out of whack. The truth is the booth is small, big enough that if I was to reach out I could easily press my hands against each of the walls on either side of me and still have enough room to bend my arms. This space is too small, but then we don't need a whole lot of space for what we're here to do.

The lights flick to life on delay, leaving us in that darkness for a few seconds. And in that time Rachel gives a nervous little giggle and shimmy that presses so much of herself against my body and awakens so many memories in my mind.

All the things we've done together. All the things she promised she would do to me and with me. A whole world opening up just by being her friend because it's only because of her that I'd ever find myself in a place like this.

Who even goes to a place like this anymore, when the internet has made porn ubiquitous?

The light flickers on and confirms my suspicions as to the purpose of this room. The door behind us seems solid, the walls to either side inconsequential.

No it's the far wall that matters here, the small screen inset behind a layer of plexiglass. The little slot beneath with the darkened buttons that will allow us to navigate once we put money into the slot next to them and then we'll be able to choose.

A porn booth, really? These still exist?

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