Peep Show
Allen was a sleaze, let’s be honest about this. He wasn’t liked at work, he drank and smoked too much, and used his paychecks at the adult bookstore/peep shows instead of paying rent and bills. He loved to look at naked women and treat them like crap. More often than not, Allen had been thrown out of most of the topless bars in town because he couldn’t keep his hands off the girls or talk nice to them.
That’s why he ended up at Alley Cat’s Adult Bookstore in the lower east side of town. He perused the magazine collection and didn’t find what he needed. Even the DVD assortment didn’t do anything for him that night. Finally, Allen decided to get off with a real person, so he slipped into one of the pay booths and popped a twenty dollar bill into the slot. Allen waited in total darkness until the door slid up and showed him a metal stool sitting in the middle of the booth.
From behind a hidden door, a very pretty girl who went by the name Destiny came out and paraded around, showing off her wonderful assets. Allen grunted his approval and pulled out his cock to get it excited.
“Yeah, take it all off, bitch,” he said aloud to her. Destiny tried not to let his slur cut into her self-worth, and kept dancing for her twenty dollar bill. She put her hands on the stool, shook her ass in his direction, all the while taking off her top. Once that had been discarded, she slowly slipped out of her school girl plaid skirt while twiddling with her twin pony tails. Allen yanked on his erection and demanded that she cut with the act and get to the good stuff, meaning show him her pussy and start playing with it.
Destiny frowned at his insults and warned him that if he didn’t behave, she’d take care of him justly. Allen laughed her off, saying that she couldn’t handle what he could give her. “Just be the twat you are and dildo your cunt, bitch,” he said, slurring his drunken speech. Destiny had about all she was going to take with her customer.
“Listen asshole,” she said through the microphone into his side of the peep show booth. “Say that one more time, and I’ll show you what I do with dildos like you.” Allen laughed at her one more time and demanded that she prove it. Destiny, trying to stay calm, pressed a button on the side of her booth which silently locked the door behind him. Another button she pressed opened a doorway from his darkened chamber into her side.
“Come on in here and I’ll show you what you need, jerk,” she said over the tinny voice box on the wall. Allen picked up his pants and waddled through the doorway, expecting to slap her around and perhaps force his way into her to show her just who’s boss in the bookstore.
He stepped into the doorway and found it was actually a long hallway colored in a sickly yellow paint. The black lights that illuminated his path made him sick to his stomach, but he soldiered on, down the long hallway.
Along the way, he started feeling funny, and his clothing didn’t fit him anymore. Drunk as he was, he decided perhaps where he was going; he wouldn’t need his jacket anymore. His shirt nearly fell off his body too, so he deposited that on the hallway floor too and continued to stumble toward Destiny.
Now his pants fell to his ankles too, and in a fit of rage, Allen stepped out of them and drunkenly held his prick in his hand, shouting to Destiny that the biggest cock she’d ever faced was about to be shoved into her ‘dirty hole.’
By the time Allen approached the second entry way into Destiny’s side of the booth, the doorway was much taller than he was. He stepped through and saw an enormous room instead of a tight booth for Destiny’s dancing. The walls had to be over fifty feet tall in corrugated tin with a diamond-pattern metal floor.
The stool she sat on towered over him too, roughly twenty five feet tall with stool legs thicker than telephone poles. The most amazing aspect of the room, to Allen, was that Destiny herself sat on the stool comfortably in her nudity, wearing only sheer pantyhose, pure white bobby socks, and her twin ponytails. She looked down at him mockingly giggling at his new condition.
“What the hell is going on?” he demanded. “How in the hell did you get to be so damn big? God you’re a big bitch,” he noted, swaying between each side of the doorway. Destiny turned to face him and placed her cotton socked-feet on either side of him. She sat on the edge of the stool, allowing him a grand view of her shaven pussy sitting in the hole of her crotchless hose. Her figure was heavenly to someone who would appreciate a beautiful woman, but for Allen, she was a towering Amazon whore who needed to be put over his knee and shown who’s boss.
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