Emma woke with a killer headache in a strange bed with a naked woman. "What the hell?" she mumbled to herself. Her tired eyes spied a wine bottle -- the wine bottle she'd let Sara ram up her cunt before she ended up fistfucking Sara. It all came back to her and she started to freak out. Trying not to wake Sara, she gathered her clothes, stole some aspirin, and ran out of the apartment.
What a way to celebrate her 18th birthday -- her first lesbian experience with a stranger who had been fucking her boyfriend -- ex-boyfriend -- with some bottle fucking thrown in for good measure. And now she had missed the morning. Her parents would kill her and wasn't there a test she'd missed? Fuck.
The sun was killing her -- a hangover too, why not? -- so she dived into the nearest store that looked like it might sell glasses. She wasn't normally in this part of town and picked a newsstand. Sure enough, it had sunglasses galore -- she picked out a green plastic frame with the darkest lenses. They actually look pretty decent, Emma thought. Her hair was a dirty enough blonde that they didn't make the blonde seem green. She look herself over a little in the mirror near the sunglasses stand. She looked a wreck, makeup smeared, hair mussed, clothes wrinkled. Clearly on a walk of shame. Oh well. Her tits were big enough and her waist small enough that she always looked good enough to catch a few eyes.
She was catching a few here, she noticed -- greasy losers. But mostly they milled around on the other end of the store in the... porn section?
Emma had heard about newsstands with the porn sections in the back, but this one barely had a "back." There was a little area cordoned off with a counter and a little gate, and behind it walls of fuck mags. The guys milling around there kept glancing in her direction -- either because she looked like a hot mess or because she was the only real woman around. She tried not to look like she noticed and slyly observed them. She might as well people-watch a bit while her head calmed itself.
In fact, she thought, I'll stroll over and look through the porn. What the hell? The man at the counter was a little startled to see her strolling over but he chivalrously held open the gate, which on closer inspection was made of cardboard. Some weird law, she guessed. She smiled and nodded, then started to browse. She picked up a copy of FUCK SLUTS and discovered that it was well-titled.
As she flipped through the mag she noticed one of the customers handing a few bills to the counter man -- who let the man pass behind the counter and into a backroom area. More porn? She'd heard that people watched videos in the back. She was feeling adventurous and so roamed up to the counter man herself.
"How much does it cost to go in the back?"
The guy looked her over, and she almost shied away -- it was an overt want-to-fuck-you look, and she wasn't trying to give him ideas, just trying to check things out. "For girls it's free, honey." He moved to usher her through. "No one is in 3 yet. Your door is on the left."
Emma hesitated a little, but shortly found herself moving ahead. The man smirked and waved her into the back where, sure enough, there were a series of doors -- each set of doors sat close together, each pair with the same numbers. She went to the pair marked "3", opened the left door and scampered inside.
The room was bare and dimly lit. On a bench in the corner sat a handful of towels. The wall to her right had a handful of holes cut into it. This was what people were paying to see? There was a TV/DVD combo on the wall opposite the holes and a stack of DVDs on the shelf below. She browsed through them -- all porn, of course.
