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"The Hardways" night club was everything you might expect from a trendy, west coast type nightclub. You had a cavernous main seating area in the shape of an octagon, easily one hundred feet across. The central area was dominated by an eight sided bar, with a spiral staircase at its center. Classic beats. along with more modern club fare, was piped in through a several thousand watt sound system with speakers strategically placed around the ceiling, as well as other speakers placed around one of the eight, phone booth sized rooms situated amongst the tables and couches that the many well to do patrons lounge around.
All of these booth's were the main attraction for this particular establishment, being constructed of polished slate tile. Various holes were placed along its surface, with sliding barriers that the one inside could open and close to their leisure. Men would then slide various parts of their anatomies into these openings, that the occupant would then attend to. The occupants could charge a fee if they wished, making it an incentive for those who were somewhat strapped for cash.
Leroy, the owner, could be called anything but handsome, despite being dressed in hand tailored business wear. He was shortish at five foot two, in his mid fifties, balding, and fat. But for what he lacked in appearance, he made up for in intelligence and business acumen. The "Booths" where his own idea, as he knew damn well that sex was on everyone's minds. He had decided to provide a safe place for consenting adults to engage in such activities, and only charged the occupants of the booth a nominal fee of 10%.
He surveyed the crowd, and nodded. It was a full, packed house tonight, with everyone spending quite freely. Life was good.
He grinned a little, as a rather innocent looking 40 something woman, likely a tired mom, wearing a form fitting pencil skirt paired to a somewhat tightly stretched sweater top, exited the booth. She shyly wiped around her glossy, smeared lips, and then licked them clean, as several satisfied men staggered away from the hales they had thrust their manhood's into. She adjusted her glasses, placed a few stray strands of her working class bun hairstyle back into place, and somewhat clumsily strutted up to Leeroy, handing him five one hundre dollar bills from the fat stack of cash she had in her hands, just before tucking it away into her purse.
He nodded, and pocketed them quickly, and watched as she left the area, escorted by two burly men under his employ. Margaret was an amazing woman, and arguably one of his best earners for the Milf niche. His two goons would make certain she got to her station wagon safely, as she always tipped well.
The booth changed its lights from yellow to red, as the holes closed, with its inner tiled area being flushed and steamed cleaned by an automated, shower like system. After a single minute, the booths lights changed to green, signalling that it was then ready for a new occupant(s).
All of these booth's were the main attraction for this particular establishment, being constructed of polished slate tile. Various holes were placed along its surface, with sliding barriers that the one inside could open and close to their leisure. Men would then slide various parts of their anatomies into these openings, that the occupant would then attend to. The occupants could charge a fee if they wished, making it an incentive for those who were somewhat strapped for cash.
Leroy, the owner, could be called anything but handsome, despite being dressed in hand tailored business wear. He was shortish at five foot two, in his mid fifties, balding, and fat. But for what he lacked in appearance, he made up for in intelligence and business acumen. The "Booths" where his own idea, as he knew damn well that sex was on everyone's minds. He had decided to provide a safe place for consenting adults to engage in such activities, and only charged the occupants of the booth a nominal fee of 10%.
He surveyed the crowd, and nodded. It was a full, packed house tonight, with everyone spending quite freely. Life was good.
He grinned a little, as a rather innocent looking 40 something woman, likely a tired mom, wearing a form fitting pencil skirt paired to a somewhat tightly stretched sweater top, exited the booth. She shyly wiped around her glossy, smeared lips, and then licked them clean, as several satisfied men staggered away from the hales they had thrust their manhood's into. She adjusted her glasses, placed a few stray strands of her working class bun hairstyle back into place, and somewhat clumsily strutted up to Leeroy, handing him five one hundre dollar bills from the fat stack of cash she had in her hands, just before tucking it away into her purse.
He nodded, and pocketed them quickly, and watched as she left the area, escorted by two burly men under his employ. Margaret was an amazing woman, and arguably one of his best earners for the Milf niche. His two goons would make certain she got to her station wagon safely, as she always tipped well.
The booth changed its lights from yellow to red, as the holes closed, with its inner tiled area being flushed and steamed cleaned by an automated, shower like system. After a single minute, the booths lights changed to green, signalling that it was then ready for a new occupant(s).
