Even my best friend said it was a crazy idea. Not only would no one pay me money to simply masturbate, something everyone could do in the privacy of their own home, but to expect to actually make money offering such a service was unthinkable.
Never the less, I decided to go ahead with my idea anyway. I'd leased one of those corner convenience stores that had gone out of business. It really wasn't a bad location either, situated close to a number of downtown businesses, where I actually hoped to draw in some of the lunch crowd. If it ever caught on that is.
I had just enough cash flow for start up costs as well as some basic remodeling. The 'key' was in providing a service that was unique. Offering something more than what anyone could find, or do at home.
And in the beginning, there were only two employees. Me, and my wife Darlene. It had taken a great deal of coaxing, to get her to go along with my idea in the first place. As open-minded as she was, thankfully... it was something I would need her to be. The concept of what I had in mind wasn't something she was all too comfortable with in the beginning.
The reality is, everyone masturbates. But getting them to pay a nominal fee to self-pleasure themselves wasn't so easy. I had a little funding for advertisement, self-promotion. But in the long run, it would take word of mouth, customer satisfaction, to eventually achieve success. So yes, it was a long shot. But with Darlene's support, we opened for business a short time later.
That first week was hell. For the most part, we got a lot of crank calls, some 'curiosity' lookers who dropped in wondering what it was we were offering. But very little else. Then finally, towards the end of that first week we got our first real customer, and believe it or not, it was a woman who had entered the shop.
Thank god for fantasies, and the fact that some people were still willing to act on them. In a day and age when the term "Safe Sex" was almost non-existent due to Aids, as well as the rise of many of the older forms of sexually transmitted diseases, it was my hope that about the only true form of safe-sex remaining, which was of course masturbation, would once again catch on as a fun, safe way to enjoy one's self.
So it was with our first real customer. A woman who surprisingly seemed of a more upper level clientele than either Darlene or I were initially expecting. As she stood at the counter thumbing through the list of services we actually provided, Darlene allowed her the space required to ensure she remained comfortable. Being available only when and if she had any questions about any of our offerings. "It says here that one of your services would be to provide someone to watch me if that's what I wanted. Which I do. But I don't actually want them to be in the room with me. I just want to be aware that someone is watching me. I don't want to see them while they are. I only want to wonder what they're thinking or doing while I am. Without actually knowing."
I was prepared for that of course. We did have closed circuit camera's, which could be used for several purposes. One of which was to provide a tape for those who were interested in having their experience captured for later viewing. But the other was to allow people to be viewed, with their knowledge of course, while pleasuring themselves if that was indeed apart of their masturbatory experience.
Amanda, as she called herself agreed to the $10.00 minimum charge for the first twenty minutes. Surprisingly, it was her request for another woman to secretly view her while pleasuring herself, which Darlene agreed to do of course for an additional $10.00 charge.
We then showed her the "viewing booth" as we called it where Darlene would comfortably be sitting while watching Amanda in one of our new specially designed rooms. Satisfied with what we were able to offer her, I escorted her to her room while Darlene remained behind, watching everything on the monitor.
One of the obvious selling points was atmosphere of course. And this was our largest, very best room. There was a wide variety of differing types of furniture, everything from oversized chairs, as well as long comfortable couches... even a day bed if the customer preferred that. Along with sensual lighting, there were candles, incense, even X-rated movies, magazines if that was what our client wanted or preferred to enhance their experience. Showing Amanda all the various options that came along with the room, I soon left, allowing her, her privacy in making herself more comfortable, eventually beginning her solitary fantasy.
Returning to the reception area, I sat monitoring the time, and admittedly wondering myself how Darlene was doing... not to mention what she was doing, if anything, while watching our very first customer masturbating, pleasuring herself in the very next room. At the end of the first twenty minutes, I'd expected her to emerge at any time, surprised when she didn't, and even more surprised when it was nearly a full hour before Darlene reappeared, just minutes ahead of Amanda.
"Well? How'd it go?" I asked my wife pointedly.
I was surprised at the smile on her face when she joined me. "I think we have a very satisfied customer. And I don't mind telling you Steven, it made me horny as hell watching her! Something I wasn't honestly expecting to feel. But once Amanda got started, she really seemed to get into it, almost as though she was doing it for me, and not simply for herself!"
Amanda stepped out of the room a short time later, looking exactly the same way she had when she'd first arrived, though I did notice a slightly rosier color to her cheeks after she had first emerged to settle up her bill.
"I must say..." She began. "I hadn't really expected to enjoy myself as much as I really did. But to my surprise... I found it to be rather nice." She was pointedly looking over towards Darlene as she spoke.
"By chance, did you record my session?"
We hadn't unfortunately, or fortunately rather as it later turned out. "I'm sorry, no. We didn't. Had you requested that however, we'd have certainly provided you with the only copy of the tape for your viewing pleasure at a later time."
Only slightly frowning, Amanda paid her bill, commenting. "Then next time... perhaps tomorrow, I'll be sure to include that as part of my experience. And... next time, maybe I'd enjoy having a man watching me instead," she added.
Amanda took several of our business cards with her when she left. Which was a good sign for our young fledgling business. Though there was the promise of her repeat business, she was after all, our only customer to date. Once Amanda had left the store, I turned back towards my wife. To my total and complete amazement, she was openly touching herself having lifted the skirt she was wearing to reveal the fact she was no longer wearing any panties.
"That really did turn you on... watching her... didn't it?"
"You have no idea!" Darlene admitted. "When Amanda first came into the room, I really didn't expect much of anything. But the moment you left, she immediately disrobed, eventually settling herself down in that oversized chair. She'd brought along one of her own toys, producing it from her purse. After that, she glanced occasionally towards the camera, knowing full well that I was sitting there in the room watching her. She seemed to 'play' to it... getting more and more comfortable, and bold by the moment. Even smiling at me every once in a while as she sat there touching herself!"
Watching my wife masturbating in the office was erotic as hell. And I'd seen her do it on several occasions. But there really was something about her doing it there... in front of me where anyone could walk in the door at any moment, which made it even more exciting.
"Maybe this really is going to work!" I said, still watching my wife, getting more and more excited by the moment.
To our delight, Amanda called to actually make an appointment later on that afternoon for the following day. Even better, she'd already convinced one of her friends to do the same.
"Can you handle us both at the same time?" she'd asked.
Once we'd determined what it was exactly that she and her friend Silvia wanted, we assured them that we could. We'd booked them both for 11:00 a.m. the following day. That morning, while waiting for our first two official appointments, we received our second actual customer, a walk in that had seen our ad in the personals of the local newspaper.
"I saw your ad," he said picking up our services and price sheet. He was a younger man, obviously nervous as he stood there thumbing through the brochure. "It says here that if I want... you have a woman who will masturbate for me while I watch her, and while she's watches me. Is that true?"
I showed him where in the brochure that it described that, as well as the additional costs associated for that particular service in addition to the $10.00 charge for the room. He certainly wasn't a very attractive man, but Darlene knew we weren't there to get off ourselves as much as to ensure that our customers did. Darlene escorted him into the smaller of our available rooms, as all he wanted was to sit in one chair, facing my wife as she sat in another. As a safety precaution, I monitored, without taping their session together. As Robert had understood, there was to be no contact between them other than watching one another. Darlene and I had discussed the possibility of mutual masturbation... or rather contact between the customers, and ourselves but as yet hadn't made that as an available offering.
Settling herself in the chair opposite from where he was sitting, I watched as Robert began fondling himself, making periodic requests of Darlene as she sat across from him, using one of her many favorite toys to masturbate with. Darlene has in my estimation anyway, amazing looking tits. Her nipple's are dark, large... and when excited, stick out off of her chest considerably. It was quite obvious that Darrel was very much a breast man as he kept making repeated requests for my wife to caress her tits while he sat watching her doing so.
Robert had a long, thin cock. Admittedly, it was a little exciting even for me to see him sitting there stroking it. I could tell by the look on my wife's face that she wasn't faking her excitement either. As she sat a mere foot or two away from him in her chair, she made it very obvious by her responses that she was getting off on this every bit as much as he was.
"You've got great looking tits," he told her. "I want to watch you lick them... please," he added somewhat shyly.
Darlene did that. Lifting one of her rather large breasts within her hand, she bent the nipple towards her lapping tongue, teasing it, sucking it for him just as he'd requested that she do. I watched as Robert really went to town on his dick, stroking it rapidly, excitedly as he watched my wife tonguing her own tits. As he did, I could hear the sounds of his cock becoming more and more slippery with his lubrications. Something that Darlene loved hearing whenever we played together. There's something sexy... erotically sensual about 'Sex-sounds' as I call them. With Robert's cock making all kinds of noise, I wasn't all that surprised when I began hearing the deliciously 'frothy' sounds that my wife's pussy often made whenever she got good and slippery.
"Fuck... your pussy sounds good!" Robert commented. "Let me hear that juice as you play with it!"
Silently, they both sat... still watching one another, listening to the wet sloppy sounds they were both making as Darlene continued to slip one of her favorite fuck-toys in and out of her glistening slit. Robert was furiously pumping his cock now... into the second twenty minutes of his initial time. And I... sitting there in the front office keeping an eye on things, couldn't help but to begin doing the same thing myself as I sat watching the two of them on my monitor.
"I want to watch you... hear you cum!" he requested.
Once again, I could tell that Darlene wasn't faking her orgasm when it came. Shoving her toy deep inside herself, she frigged her clit furiously with her fingers, head tossed back against the chair in obvious ecstasy as her climax seconds later, claimed her. Pleased beyond words, Robert was soon shooting off a geyser of cum-cream as his orgasm quickly followed hers.
What neither one of them realized at the time of course... so had I. With one eye on the door and the other on the TV monitor, I had enjoyed my orgasm simultaneously with Robert's. Having been watching them both, I'd enjoyed my own private little experience immensely, once again assuring myself in the process that perhaps there really was hope for this kinky little business of ours to actually succeed after all.
By the time Darlene had returned, I'd finalized Robert's bill and seen him off. Thoroughly satisfied, Robert had promised to return, taking several business cards with him. Off to a semi-slow start perhaps, things were looking up.
"Did you enjoy that?" Darlene asked.
"Did I!" I said smiling. "That was one of the hottest fucking things I've ever seen!" I said honestly.
Darlene laughed. "Well prepare yourself then. I think once Amanda and Silvia arrive, your apt to think otherwise."
"Speak of the devil," I said glancing towards the door as it opened. Amanda came in already grinning from ear to ear. "Hi Steven, Darlene," she said in greeting as though we'd all been close friends for years. "This is my very best friend... Silvia. She's a little nervous." Amanda chuckled, further embarrassing her friend, but Darlene as usual came to the rescue, stepping around the counter, giving Amanda a friendly hug, then Silvia.
"We're all friends here," Darlene commented. "As you'll soon see Silvia. And as friends, it's our intent to ensure that your experience here is a most enjoyable one."
Silvia appeared slightly younger than Amanda. Her hair was a golden red color, long, hanging well down past her shoulders. Slim figured, her more than ample looking breasts stood out in obvious contrast to her small frame. Amanda was still grinning looking towards me as Darlene stood explaining the room we had already prepared for Silvia's adventure to her.
"I've decided I'd like you to be in the room with me," Amanda stated.
I nodded my head in agreement. As Silvia had already chosen our elaborately decorated sauna/spa for her experience, it left Darlene to manage the desk in the event we received any new walk-ins, leaving me free to honor Amanda's request.
"Well? Shall we?" Amanda asked already heading towards the same room she'd enjoyed yesterday.
Darlene escorted Silvia towards the Sauna area, showing her where she could undress, pointing out the various 'places' and 'features' that would be available to her for her self-pleasured experience.
"Amanda said you could video-tape this for me," Silvia stated. "I want to surprise my husband with it."
"No problem. We're all set up to do that for you," Darlene assured her. "Just let yourself go, have a good time and feel free to do, or experience anything you'd like. I'll be up front monitoring things, but if you want or need anything, there's a white intercom phone hanging on the wall."
"Thank you, Darlene. I appreciate that," Silvia said shyly.
Returning to the front counter, Darlene started the video recording, then checked the monitors just as Amanda had finished undressing, settling herself down inside her favorite over-sized arm chair. Watching Steven as he sat down on the couch, clothed, as it had been Amanda's request that he merely be there to watch and not do anything, Darlene then looked over to see Silvia as she stepped into the enormous shower area where we'd installed a wide variety of hand-held pulsating shower massage heads.
"This is going to be fun!" she thought to herself silently, suddenly glad that she'd worn one of her shorter skirts, sans panties in the event that she became excited. Which she immediately realized, she already was.
Watching Amanda as she made herself comfortable, if not totally obscene, which I liked. I was enthralled with her nearly over-sized breasts. For an older, "mature" woman, as I preferred saying, Amanda's tits were amazingly firm, considering how big they were. As I sat there watching her, she continued smiling at me, hefting one of those twin beauties up to her lips with both hands, as it had taken that, and began licking, sucking that rock hard nipple all the while ensuring she had my complete and total attention.
"Although I haven't seen them yet..." Amanda began, "... I'm willing to bet your wife's boobs are beautiful."
I hadn't quite made up my mind about Amanda yet. I'd wondered initially if she wasn't a lesbian, especially as she'd first requested that Darlene was to be the one to watch her pleasuring herself. Then... when she'd returned with Silva in tow, I couldn't help but think the same thing again, though she had taken me by surprise when requesting that I now sit across from her, watching as she masturbated.
I had decided that perhaps she was bi-sexual, maybe curious... and was able in this fashion to better entertain those specific desires and fantasies. When she began questioning me about my wife's body, I'd pretty much figured that to be the case.
"They are," I replied softly, back to her. It was important to let the customer take the lead in any conversations. I didn't want to overstep any boundaries, or go beyond what it was she was seeking by way of conversation either.
"Describe them to me... please," she asked.
Amanda left off toying with her own breasts, beginning to finger her slit, which as I saw was becoming rapidly moist as she began dipping first one, then two fingers more and more deeply inside herself.
"Her nipple's are a little darker than yours are," I told her. "Though her areolas aren't nearly as large. When she's excited, they do stiffen nicely, standing well off her chest just begging to be licked... and sucked."
I could tell that my added dirty-talk commentary was exactly what Amanda was looking for, hoping to hear. Taking one of her fingers, covered wetly with her feminine dew, she applied the lubrications to each of her nipples, ensuring they were completely covered. Toying with them in this fashion, first by fingering her quim, withdrawing plenty of lubrications, she'd return to each breast, thumbing her nipples, all the while swirling that slippery nectar all over her breasts.
"Does she like to be titty-fucked?" she asked. Continuing on before I could actually answer her.
"Do you smear the cum-juice from your penis all over her nipples? Do you then lick them and play with them for her while you do?" Amanda was thoroughly enjoying this. One hand continued to spear inside her pussy, digging for more and more of her lubrications in order to smear the silken substance over herself. The other began frigging her clit, encircling it, toying with the hard stiff little nubbin of her sex while talking to me, holding eye contact fully and completely as we spoke.
"You know what I'd like?" she asked.
Rather than respond I waited, patiently.
"I'd like it if you'd get naked and jerk off for me while I watch you."
There was no need to tell her that would be an additional charge. Amanda already knew that. Doing as she'd requested, I quickly took off my clothing, sitting down across from her in an identical arm chair so that she would have a clear, unobstructed view of my penis as I began stroking, playing with it.
"Oh yes... I can almost see you thrusting that between her tits," Amanda moaned pleasurably.
Silva stood beneath the warm pulsating spray of the shower. She liked the way it felt against her skin, caressing her in a way. In her hand, she held another spray, this one pulsating even more rapidly, forcefully. And this one, she held but a few inches away from her pussy as she directed it, in playing with her hungry heated sex. The fact that Darlene was recording the entire session for her, merely added to the novelty and excitement of the moment. She knew full well that her husband would be pleased when she gave him the tape as a present. Very pleased in fact. For a relatively young woman, she and her husband Harold had a strange relationship, marriage... if one could still call it that. But she was happy with their arrangement, such as it was. In the ten years they had been married, he had never once even touched her. They had, over the course of that time together, frequently masturbated for one another, watching one another. Which was Harold's only true pleasure. He enjoyed watching his wife, touching, playing with herself. When he'd introduced her to Amanda, she'd been surprised, then pleased as the two of them often got together for Harold's benefit as much as their own.
The "Shower Chamber" as it was called, was enormous. It could easily accommodate a group of people in fact. Spotting a form fitting lounge seat, much like those molded inside most hot tubs, Silva lay down, placing herself comfortably in position, dialing the water sprays, which immediately cascaded down and against her nude form. As she adjusted the tiny squirting jets to her liking, she had two of them perfectly directed against her breasts. As the jets fell against her, she liked the way they seemingly massaged her tits, all the while tickling... even fondling her erect nipple's as the water fingers toyed gently with each of them. A much harder, stronger, fuller stream of water pulsated in an arch, landing against her pussy. Silva loved the sensation. In many ways, it felt the way Amanda's tongue and lips did whenever she went down on her. The feel of the warm water, pressing against her slit, throbbing against her clit, soon had her bucking against the playful stream, helping along her rapidly approaching climax.
Darlene was enjoying herself too. Watching the monitors that were conveniently placed well below the counter, out of sight from anyone coming into the shop, she had been alternating her attentions. Watching Amanda, as she and Steven continued to fondle themselves, "Chatting about her tits" she mused privately, had been erotic in and of itself. But periodically turning to watch Silvia as she lay in the water seat, where several jets of water sprayed upon her, teasing her in ways that most people couldn't even begin to imagine had been sensual as all get out. Eventually, Darlene had succumbed to the lustful need of her excitement. Having produced one of her favorite toys, she'd inserted the vibrating egg deep inside her pussy, turning it on to a slow hum that merely stirred, titillating her interesting, keeping her on edge without taking her far beyond that. Darlene preferred a long slow build up to orgasm whenever she masturbated. And now, forced into watching, keeping an eye on the monitors as well as the shop, gave her the perfect opportunity for doing so.
So absorbed in her pleasures, it had taken a moment to realize the little bell on the front door had rung with another potential customer coming in to inquire about their services.
Realizing someone was standing there on the other side of the counter, she looked up, still feeling the pleasant vibrations deep inside her sex as she turned to greet him.
"Yes? Can I help you?" she asked, trying to keep the lusty catch in her voice from being too obvious.
Darlene noted this was a very distinguished looking gentleman. With a few slight streaks of gray in his hair, he stood before her in a well tailored, three piece business suit.
"I was wondering... I saw your advertisement in one of those under ground newspapers."
Darlene could barely tear her eyes away from his. They were cobalt blue in color, and seemed to be burning into the depths of her very soul, though she considered that the vibrating egg deep inside her pussy was having something to do with that.
"Yes?" Darlene prompted him.
"Well... you mentioned that you are willing to provided "specialized" services for your clients.
"Yes we are. What is it you have in mind?" she asked him.
"What I'd like... is to schedule a room for my wife and I. After we've begun, a friend of mine will arrive. I was wondering if you could set it up so that he could secretly watch us without my wife's being aware of his doing so."
"That's a little complicated," Darlene stated. "For security and privacy purposes, the best we could do is not tell your wife who was watching her, only that she was. She'd have to sign consent to that particular pleasure. But if she was willing to do so, then you could have whomever you'd like, sit inside our voyeur booth, and watch the two of you then... yes. Would that work?"
"I think she'd be willing to go for that," he said happily.
"Would you like to set up an appointment then?" Darlene asked him.
"How about tomorrow afternoon?" he asked. "Say around two... three o'clock?"
Darlene knew we didn't have any booked appointments of course, but she went through the motions of checking anyway. "Looks like either one will work."
He booked his session for two, but continued to stand there a little nervously.
"Is there a chance I can have a look at the rooms?"
"Normally, I'd be happy to show you what we have. But right now we have two sessions taking place. There are three available rooms I can show you, but the Shower room is currently occupied, as is the suite."
Darlene led him to the "Solo" room as we'd named it. The smallest of our available rooms, designed primarily, and specifically for those customers who simply wanted nothing more than to watch a movie, thumb through a few magazines or photos, and simply get off.
"Can I go ahead and use this one now?" he'd asked after a quick tour.
"Sure... would you like your session taped?"
"Not this one no... but I would be interested in taping tomorrows session, yes."
Darlene quickly showed him the wide selection of video's we had to offer, as he was certainly interested in those. Along with a selection of lubricants, even vibrators that could easily be used and enjoyed by a man. Leaving Brad to his pleasures as he'd finally introduced himself, Darlene returned to the front counter just in time to see Amanda crying out in obvious orgasm.
She had poured nearly half a bottle of baby-oil upon, and into her pussy. Now fully fisting her self, Amanda had positioned one leg over the wide arm of the chair, the other tucked beneath her, thus raising her cunt perfectly so as to insert nearly her entire hand.
"Jack that fucker!" she urged me. "Stroke your fucking cock! I'm about to cum!"
I'd been doing just that. As I sat a mere foot or two away from this vixen, I'd been jacking off my prick, amazed, even a little surprised as I watched her eventually manage to insert her entire hand inside her pussy. Now fucking her self as rapidly as I was jerking my prick, I could tell that she was indeed on the edge of climatic bliss.
"I want you to cum with me," she pleaded. "I want to see your cock squirting all that sticky cum juice in the air when I do."
I was almost there... a few more delightful seconds and I soon would be. Seeing the expression on my face, Amanda's evil grin began to split her face even more wickedly. She knew I was getting close.
"Squirt that fucking cum-juice you beautiful bastard!" She yelled at me. And I did. As geyser after fountaining geyser of my cream shot from the head of my prick, arching upwards in long thin ribbon's of spunk, I heard Amanda's almost masculine groan of pleasure escape her lips in obvious joy and pleasure.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed.
I'd never seen a woman actually ejaculate before. I'd heard about it... seen a few in movies who had appeared to flow with a lot of liquefied juices. But I'd never once actually seen a woman squirting in the way that Amanda's pussy suddenly did.
Removing her fist, she went back to half-slapping, half rubbing her clit as thin almost milky-white streamers of her pleasure began ejaculating from somewhere inside her pussy. Fascinated, I nearly forgot all about my own continuing contractions, only now slightly diminished in pleasurable intensity. Amanda on the other hand seemed to be soaring off to even greater heights of ecstasy as delightful squirt after squirt exploded from her cunt, many of which actually reached me, landing, falling on my prick as I continued to sit there slowly milking out the remaining sperm from my shaft.
Silvia had moved over to the "Wall" as I'd aptly named it. A feature, that I had myself designed, and was actually rather proud of in fact. Placing herself within the specially designed chair, adjusting her height, Silva had then rested her breasts comfortably within the smooth concave indentations within the fiber-glassed wall. Each breast was then treated to an encircling massage of water, tiny pulsating jets that stimulated as well as teased each of her nipples. Below... Silvia had adjusted the fuller stream of water, actually riding it as it shot from the wall, fucking her pussy in a way that she best liked, adjusting her height to it so as to ensure the best possible sensation as she water-fucked herself into oblivion.
Darlene had just seen Amanda's explosive discharge. She had watched as this magnificent woman's cunt sprayed thick streamers of female cum-cream, many of which had actually landed on Steven's still hard thick cock. She'd also enjoyed his eruption, though she always did. Watching his prick squirting high into the air as ejaculation after ejaculation flew from the head of his prick was always a delightful treat for her. Adding to the excitement of her vibrating egg, Darlene had begun manipulating her clitoris with her fingers. She'd nearly achieved orgasm when she'd turned, watching Silvia's face as she cried out with her own obvious enjoyment. Glancing quickly at now a third monitor... Brad was just throwing a nice thick rope of his own. His pleasured face thrown back, his thick massive prick blossoming with copious amounts of sperm, which ran thickly down the sides of his shaft, coating his swollen tight balls.
"Excuse me... do you have any available rooms?" The strange voice asked.
"I'll be right with you," Darlene responded. "I'm just about to cum... she said smiling."
Obviously, it had been our very best day. And... we already had two bookings for the following day. Added to that, Silvia's husband Harold had called first thing in the morning. He'd most certainly enjoyed his present, calling the moment we'd opened giving us a third confirmed appointment.
"You know Steven, if this keeps up, we're going to have to think about hiring on additional staff."
"Yeah... I know. I've been thinking about that. I'm considering posting a small add in the paper. I think we can initially keep the salary low. With the obvious fringe benefits, I think it's entirely possible to hire on a younger man... and woman to fill that particular niche for those that would enjoy that."
"You're going to need to be careful in your screening. That... and make sure they are well aware of what's going to be expected of them," Darlene told me.
I was grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"Oh... nothing really. Just wondering how I really am going to conduct the interviews. I think I'll tell them that they have to masturbate in front of me first before we can even consider them for the job."
"Leave it up to you to find a way to turn hiring into another naughty experience," my wife told me.
"Well... I'll let you interview the male applicants," I offered.
And then Darlene was grinning just as broadly as I had been.
Harold had booked his appointment bright and early. We opened at ten, finding Harold already waiting for us when we arrived.
Without speaking hardly a word, Darlene led him into our smallest room, leaving him to his own devices.
"He's a strange one," she stated upon her return.
I'd already turned on the monitor just because of that very reason. But Harold, as strange as he was, or seemed, was happily content to sit comfortably within his chair thumbing through several magazines while lazily stroking his cock. I'd actually been waiting for it to harden when I realized it was.
"He's got to have the smallest dick I've ever seen," I commented.
Darlene leaned over my shoulder to have a look for her self. "I think it's cute."
"You can't be serious!" I said laughing.
Darlene shot me a look, which told me she was.
"No wonder he and Silva never fuck... it's not big enough to even get it in!" I continued.
"That may be... but you could certainly deep-throat that one. And I'm willing to bet, he'd really enjoy that!"
Darlene was good at giving head. Really good. "That's not one of the services we offer here," I reminded her, receiving another look.
"I know that... I was just commenting on the fact that regardless of how small his prick is, it would still be interesting to play with."
Harold continued fondling his small cock. At times, it completely disappeared inside his meaty looking hands, but he'd obviously had plenty of practice and experience pleasuring himself. Long before his twenty minutes were up, Harold had climaxed. He'd dressed, actually straightening the magazine's he'd been looking through before coming back out into the lobby area.
After Harold had settled up his small bill, he asked, "Silvia mentioned that you have a viewing room where you can watch people."
"We do," I told him. "But only with the clients consent."
Harold stood there giving that some thought momentarily. "Tell you what, I have a proposal for you," he began. "Anyone coming in here today, you tell them at if they allow someone to watch them anonymously, that I'll pay for their session. On top of that, I'll pay you double the cost of the room I'm using."
I turned to look at Darlene. "I guess we could mention it to anyone coming in today." I said lamely.
"We could," she said grinning. "But we don't even have another scheduled appointment until later on this afternoon."
Harold looked at Darlene. "I'd enjoy watching you," he told her. "If you're interested that is. And as I said, I'll even pay for the use of whichever room you choose to do it in."
"Ok. Why not?" she said, surprising me in the process. "It's not like you can't handle things up here." Darlene said with a gleam in her eye, meaning something else entirely as she stared down towards my crotch. "And besides, I've been dying to use that new contraption you ordered that we've only recently installed."
Fact was, there were a lot of new, self-pleasuring devices out there in the market. Many of which I couldn't as yet afford to purchase. But we had invested in one of them, and I had hopes that it would eventually do well with many of our female clientele once they discovered what it could do for them. Darlene and I had even discussed doing a promotional video, showing her riding the damn thing with the hopes of sparking some interest for those women who were curious about such a thing. She wasn't sure that she wanted to have it playing on one of the TV's in the lobby all day long though, so we'd tentatively shelved that idea.
I told Harold I'd make the offer to anyone who came in. If we received written permission, I would pipe in the closed circuit feed into his room. I told Harold how he could split-screen his monitor, watching several rooms at one time if he wished. Which he did. Though at the moment of course, Darlene was his only available viewing pleasure.
Harold happily sequestered himself away inside the viewing room while Darlene headed off to the "Toy" chamber as we called it. Minutes later, I was watching her having already undressed, from my monitor in the lobby, knowing that Harold was also watching the same thing I was from his room. Our investment was an interesting combination of various things. In a way, it looked a little like one of those mechanical bull rides, except with handlebars. Mounting it in much the same way, there was one special added feature. A perfectly positioned dildo was mounted directly within the seat. Taking a moment to comfortably impale herself, Darlene then gripped the handlebars. As though riding a bike now, she had access to several controls by merely flipping one or two switches, as well as increasing or decreasing the speed and motion of the contraption by simply twisting the handles, much like you would do on some motorbikes.
Unlike a mechanical bull ride, this one wasn't intended to buck you off, though it did rock back and forth as fast or as slow as you liked, vibrating simultaneously, again at whatever speed or intensity that you preferred.
Even the dildo in the seat was designed to operate independently. Flipping a few switches, it could retract, thus "stroking" in and out as well as "wobbling" as Darlene called it... and vibrate independently at a different speed from that of the rocking saddle she was sitting in.
"God Steven! This is fucking amazing!" Darlene spoke, knowing that I could easily hear her through the speakers within the room.
I wondered if Harold was enjoying this half as much as I was.
It was obvious that Darlene was truly enjoying herself. As she experimented with the various options, she'd finally settled for what appeared to be a much slower rocking by the horse, though the dildo itself appeared to be set at a rather steady stroking, though again, certainly not at the fastest speed possible. So engrossed in watching my wife fuck-riding the "beast" as it was called, that I hadn't noticed for a moment the two young men who had entered.
When I finally did notice them, one was fidgeting with one of our brochures, thumbing through it all the while whispering to his companion. They weren't what you'd call stereotypically "gay" in appearance, but I assumed from their demeanor with one another that perhaps they were.
"Are you interested in one of our rooms?" I asked, having given them both ample time to peruse through the "menu".
They had seemed to settle on the Shower facility, which is when I then made mention of Harold's most generous offer. He'd indicated previously that it mattered not whether anyone was male, female... gay, straight or lesbian. His offer was for anyone who was willing to let him watch them.
Surprised by the offer perhaps, they readily accepted the terms however. Both seemingly excited by the prospect of an unknown stranger observing them.
"Is it ok if I make a phone call?" The taller of the two of them asked. "We have some friends who might enjoy participating with us," he told me.