Get to work

"Fine," you mutter.

You don't even want to look at Larry, especially when he starts laughing.

"I think you're gonna make us both very rich," Larry says.

He hefts himself up from behind the desk and grabs your upper arm. His fat fingers dig into your bare skin.

"Come on," he says as he drags you out of the back office and back into the din of the porno store.

Larry's elderly mom looks up from her copy of Monster Dicks in Tiny Chicks as you and Larry emerge.

"Meet our new moneymaker," Larry tells her.

She flashes a gap-toothed smile.

"Don't overdo it, dearie," she advises.

Larry pulls you past the curious patrons of ReXXX's and into the dimly-lit hall of the peep booths. From behind the closed doors you can hear the moaning and screaming of a dozen video screens. Larry leads you all the way down the hall to the door with number "12" scrawled on it in black marker.

He opens it and pushes you inside. It's not even as big as your walk-in closet in your bedroom. Just a six by foot foot chamber with a single dim yellow light overhead and a coin-operated video system. By the pitiful light you can make out the ominous hole in the thin wall that separates booth #12 from booth #10. It's at roughly waist height. You can see the crusted remains of where many previous loads trickled down the wall to the filthy floor.

"I'll put a sign up," Larry tells you. "Take care of them however they want, within reason, but do not open this door. I'll knock three times when it's me. If you open it when there are guys waiting you might find yourself at the center of a traffic jam, if you get my drift. Understand?"

"Yes," you say. "I'll be counting though, Larry. You better not try to cheat me."

Larry laughs and slaps your butt. He slams the door and you lock it behind him.

Within a few minutes the door to booth #10 opens and then closes. You get on your knees to peek through the hole. You see a slightly overweight man in a flannel shirt. One of the truckers. You can't see his face through the hole. As you watch, he unbuckles his big belt buckle and slides his blue jeans over his hairy thighs. He drops his tighty-whities and a semi-hard prick springs free amid a dense forest of pubic hair.

You jerk back as he immediately turns and pushes it through the hole in the divider. It looks strange there. His hips and belly must be flush with the divider, because now all you can see are the slightly drooping circumsized cock, his balls, and a semi-circle of pubic hair.

"Suck it," gruff voice murmurs from the other side of the partition.