It's Friday, noon. I'm off work early. I drive for awhile to a college town with a decent movie theatre and a favorite adult book store. I catch a movie. It's 3:30 when I get out. Should I try the book store arcade, or just grab dinner and head home? I'm hesitant. I don't make up my mind for sure until I'm passing the book store.
I pull in.
I purchase my card and enter the arcade. No one around. I slip into Booth 5 and lock the door. Booth 5 is my regular booth. It's at the end of one corridor and has a single gloryhole right by the bolted down chair. The other booths down each row have two gloryholes, one on either side to the adjacent booths, until the other end. People can watch their neighbor suck or get sucked. But my booth is as anonymous as it gets.
I slip the card into the reader. 40 minutes pops up on the countdown display. I flip through the channels on the old CRT monitor and settle on a man sucking on a trans girl. I mute the sound. The store's background music provides white noise.
I pull out my phone and check my e-mail. I hope I didn't pay ten bucks just to sit here again. It's been dead the last couple of times I've been here. It's been months since I've gotten to suck a cock. I hope things pick up again in the Fall when college starts.
As if on cue, the door to the next booth opens. My heart skips a beat.