It was just supposed to be a stupid dare. With her new fake ID, she said it could get her in anywhere. Of course, there is always an asshole about, some jerk who has to challenge any claim you make. In her case, that asshole was Steve. He called bullshit on her and wanted proof. She had expected him to ask her to buy some alcohol or go into a bar, but for some reason, likely perverted, he had challenged her to go to a nearby adult theater and buy something. She was grossed out by the idea, but everyone at the lunch table had latched onto the challenge and she would have to provide a receipt for proof.

So that was how Sydney, 17, found herself outside “Handy’s” on a Friday night, biting her lower lip anxiously. She wished she had dressed super conservatively, but it was well into summer and she was going to the movies with some friends after. So, here she was, a leggy dirty blonde, wearing a modest summer dress, trying to gather courage to go inside. A car drove by and that was the push she needed. She hadn’t parked in the back, something she now regretted. Instead she pushed the black glass door and went inside.

The first thing that hit her, besides the mountain of porn, was the smell. There was a sour sweaty reek to the entire place that she couldn’t place, and it reeked of cigarette smoke. Wall upon wall of sex toys lined the back, but what drew her attention the most was some center racks. Hundreds of porn DVD’s made her want to laugh, wondering if anyone even bought those. Did they not know that shit was free on the internet?

She entered and walked inside, noticing a long hallway to her right just past some bathrooms she had no intention of using. A sign saying Booths pointed to the right and Theaters to the left. She shook her head nervously, again wondering why anyone would pay for this stuff. The toys at least she understood. She walked towards the back when a man behind a counter with dozens of old style TV’s ran behind him. Some showed porn, some showed the booth hallways and theaters she guessed.

“Excuse me miss, mind if I see your ID?” he asked. She immediately blushed, flustered as she went through her purse, her heart suddenly racing.

“Oh ... um ... ok ... uh yeah, right, ID, right, yes sir,” she stammered, pulling out her real ID, before realizing her mistake and then switching it with her fake one. “Ummm, here you go. No problem I hope,” she said, wishing she could shut up.

“No, no. Just have to double check or I can get in trouble,” he said, smiling, handing it back to her. “Thank you miss”. She nodded and went back away from him, heart racing. Besides the man behind the counter, there were only two other men in the building. Both way older, which probably explain the lack of understanding technology. Their leers were disgusting but at least they were open about it. She always found that easier to deal with that the subtle ones, watching but pretending they weren’t.

She ignored them, and the small chime from someone entering as she looked at a couple vibrators. If she was going to get proof, at least she could get something she’d enjoy. She’d probably get teased about it, but she could generally give as good as she got. A quip about at least a toy never disappointed her would generally shut up most guys she figured. She picked out a cheaper one, hoping that it too wouldn’t disappoint, when a hand touched her shoulder.

“Sydney? Sydney Allgeier?” a voice asked, and her heart jumped, recognizing it before she turned around, pale white. Right there, hand on her, was her neighbor Bill. He was married to one of her mom’s best friends and she’d known him her entire life. And now ... she wanted to bolt so bad.

“Sydney, what are you doing here,” Bill asked. But he smiled when he asked it and she was froze in place, too panicked to respond. That seemed to encourage Bill, as he slid his hand down her back, pulling her close, until his hand was resting on the top of her ass and his mouth was inches from her ear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell your mom, unless you give me a reason too,” he said, grasping her ass and pulling her close. She barely whimpered his name, looking up at him.

“Bill, please...,” was all she said, as he groped her ass and held her chin.

“What? We both know why you are here. Dirty little bitch needing toys? What happened to your boyfriend you fucked in the back yard last month?” he asked. She simply looked at him in shock, as he slid up his hand to her neck, squeezing the back of it firmly. “How about we have a little conversation, little girl,” he asked, though it was more a demand. Sydney found herself completely froze up in shock as he hung up the vibrator and led her to what she thought was outside.

Sydney was basically in shock as he directed her. She half expected him to take her outside to yell at her, but they suddenly pivoted and headed down the dark hallway. She stopped and looked at her neighbor, who’d always been so nice, still struggling to process the past couple minutes. He simply squeezed her neck harder, painfully and shoved her forward to the middle booth along a wall and shoved her inside. There was barely room for one person in it, much less two. There was only a stool, an old CRT TV showing static, and two rough hewn holes on each side. She’d heard of them, gloryholes, but had never seen or even thought they were a real thing. It stunk in there and she felt so trapped that she started to cry a bit.