"Come in, ladies. Stacy will be down in a second." He invited the two in, introducing himself and learning that the redhead, Angie, was the tattoo art...ist, though she didn't have any ink showing, and the raven haired petite girl, Scarlett, was her favorite canvas."Would you like to see some of my work?" Angie asked, and James immediately looked to see if she had brought a photo binder or maybe a tablet. Instead, Angie turned to Scarlett."Strip, slut." Her voice soft, but the tone of command was. Opposite the door was a video screen with a speaker, a volume knob, a channel selection button and a coin/bill register beside it. Just below waist height and in the middle of the wall to the adjacent booth was a hastily cut hole about 4 inches in diameter. This was called a ‘glory hole’. While viewing a movie an occupant could arrange for the exchange of oral sex with the occupant of the adjoining booth through this hole. This glory hole is how Liz satisfied her needs without exposing her. The game was over and I had thought that everyone had gone home. I have always had a thing about mens locker rooms, the smell and just all the manly feel to them. I used to date a basketball player in high school and he would fuck me in the men's locker room quite often. I have twice gone into this locker room and showered and masterbated thinking of the young men all running around naked. Now I am no beauty queen, I have blonde hair, blue eyes, c cup titties. About 5 foot 8 and 150 pounds. I. "It's 2:50. Come over at 4:00 with the beers. How's that?" That's fine," I say as I turn to go. "See you at 4:00.When you let me in you are wearing your usual sleepwear, a tank top and thin pants. Your nipples are already poking out. You follow my gaze."It's just because it a little cold in here," you tease.I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts ... it's warm in your room.We sit on the couch, drink our beers and just talk. Most of the conversation is work related, discussing how the job went, what.