This Isn't What I Was Expecting

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Once upon a time they served one hell of a purpose. I mean granted it still wasn't a purpose I could see myself ever needing, but I could at least understand the logic behind them.

People wanted video and in an era where porn was passed around on VHS it was only ubiquitous if you knew where to look. So a place like this made it accessible to people who wanted to get at the end result and either didn't have a tape player at home or didn't have a home they could chance taking it to.

For a person like that you could pay a nominal fee and have a little bit of privacy. You could watch your porn, you could enjoy yourself doing it, and you could get up and get out once you were done.

And maybe there were still people of a perverted bent who liked the idea of being somewhere seedy to get this deed done and I wasn't going to judge that but I hardly figured there was enough of them to make this a viable business model. With the way the employee had treated this place, it was something that needed to be hidden. I had to wonder how they managed to stay afloat and why it was worthwhile to dedicate space to this? Surely there were better ways to make a buck.

"I've got some cash," Rachel whispers, a giggle on the edge of her lips.

I know Rachel isn't exactly the woman I once thought she was, but her explorations had always seemed to have more of an other people bent. Not saying that she was an exhibitionist, but rather that while she clearly saw the value in solo play considering our current mission to fill my chest with a few toys to explore that myself, it was always seen with a bit more of a mercenary bent.

So, in short, I didn't really get what we were doing here.

"Rachel," I say hesitantly, not wanting to seem like I was ungrateful I guess, "What are we doing? Didn't you say we were on a tight timeline?"

"I budgeted for this," she replies dismissively, yanking a few crumpled bills out of the bottom of her purse and smoothing them out, "This was always part of the plan."

And I couldn't really fault that, I guess. I mean I could fill in the pieces and figure things out. She was going to pick a movie and we were going to have some fun and given the fact that there were two of us in this booth that meant more one-on-one time with Rachel which was never something I was going to turn down.

Still I couldn't help feeling like I was missing something.

She feeds a few bills into the slot and the machine comes to life. The television crackles and shows a menu and the buttons below light up with arrows and instructions on how to navigate.

No pictures, which kind of shockingly feels a little bit innocent for this place. I mean if you were going for this then why not try to sell it? Though I guess if you were in here already there was no need, you were a captive audience.

Rachel flicks through idly, her movements frenetic and her eyes unfocused. She's not paying attention which is odd to me because I mean I figured that would be the whole point of it. I wasn't exactly an expert in watching porn but I'd seen enough to know that there was a veritable rainbow of different options and if you weren't careful then you might well wind up with something that didn't exactly hit you quite right, that didn't press your buttons enough to get the job done.

So once again I almost ask what she's playing at here.

But I don't. I stay silent. I fiddle with my hands and I nervously sit on the stool in the middle of the booth and I watch her work and I worry at my bottom lip, nibbling as my brow furrows and I try to figure out the angle.

And I'm left with nothing but even more questions as she finally reaches the end of the menu and keeps on pressing, counting under her breath until she finally slides her fingers up to the bottom of the frame around the glass covering the television and flicks a hidden switch.

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