A Betting Gal: Shannon - Sex Stories

A Betting Gal: Shannon

... to get her keys. Ten minutes into the ride, I broke the silence. “Where are we going?” “I was in the mood to rent a movie - you’re buying,” She replied, sweetly. “And you have to stay up and watch it with me.” Oh thank god! She was just fucking with me after all. Another five minutes passed and we were hitting the outer edge of the city, where we had to go to get to the nearest RedBox, according to Allie. We were in that somewhat sketchy part of town. It’s the same in every city - that part where you are just outside the downtown, but not quite to the nice suburbs. Allie hit the turn signal and slowed to turn right into a parking lot. “What is this?” I asked. “This is where were getting the movie, Shan. Don’t act so silly.” She said in a playful voice that I was now starting to realize was not at all genuine. I looked up and was hit with a wave of panic. 'LION’S DEN - 24 HOURS' was lit up in an old dirty sign above a run-down looking building with no windows and no light from the inside, other than what was escaping around the DIY window tinting on the front doors. “Allie, what the fuck?” “You know the rules. You so clearly reminded me of them when I lost last month. Now, play nice and you might have some fun tonight.” We got out of the car and she strode confidently to the front door, holding it open for me as I caught up. We walked into the too-bright sales floor filled with racks upon racks of porn and walls covered with dildos, vibrators, and pocket pussies. My mind was ...

... spinning - where was this going. “Give me your purse,” Allie told me. Taking my purse, she turned to the older woman behind the counter. “We’ll take booth 5, please. Thank you!” She said, taking a $50 out of my wallet and placing it on the counter. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the curtain in the corner I had not even noticed until it was a few feet away. Through the curtain, we entered a dark hallway with doors on either side - about 6 in all. We approached the one painted pink with a big black “5” on it. She pushed it open and pulled me in. Inside was just as dark as the hallway, maybe even more so. I still couldn't see but it felt dirty. Allie sat me down in the chair facing away from the door and stood behind me. A few moments after the door shut, a screen came to life in front of us. It lit up the whole room, which was unfortunate as it allowed me to see what was around us. The walls and floor were splattered with what I imagined was cum, there was a layer of dust on everything, and holes in the wall were crudely filled in with rags. On the screen, a porn video started playing. It was certainly nothing modern and there was little plot line. Just seconds in, a woman with blonde Eighties hair was sucking on a mustached man’s dick. I’m sure you can imagine where it went from there. “What is the point of this?” I asked Allie. “Shh. Just watch the screen. You are not to speak or touch yourself. No matter how turned on you get.” She replied, “No matter how hard your ...