Building a Dream: Part Fourteen by Steveandjay
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Arrangements have been made for the group to meet that night at Kenny’s, a gloryhole and sex cinema in London later that day to discuss the porn film to be made the next day at the house in Dorking where we will somehow get Kylie’s paintings back. , Building a Dream: Part Fourteen
Follows on from part thirteen. Arrangements have been made for the group to meet that night at Kenny’s, a gloryhole and sex cinema in London later that day to discuss the porn film to be made the next day at the house in Dorking where we will somehow get Kylie’s paintings back. Steve and Jay are going out around London for the day where Jay has every intention of being very, very naughty.
We took the lift down to the lobby and strolled out of the hotel. I could feel eyes watching us as we left; not on me, but Jay. She looked very sexy in her shirt dress that showed off her long legs, firm arse and the tightness of the dress around her tits making her nipples point firmly out. The nice line of cleavage on show was an added attraction. We walked hand in hand past Waterloo Station and onto Waterloo Bridge. The familiar gusts of wind gently brushed us as we crossed. Jay’s short dress was being blown up as before, exposing her G-string and almost bare arse with the jewelled head of the butt-plug snug in her arse cheeks, but she paid it no attention and didn’t try to hold the hem down. She carried on walking; ignoring the looks, smiles and comments she got from admirers approaching and those behind. She looked at me and grinned, enjoying this small show of exhibitionism.
We reached the Strand and headed towards Trafalgar Square where the familiar crowds of tourists posed for pictures by the lions and Nelsons Column. Again I noticed people, men and women, throwing Jay appreciative glances. I could only imagine what was going through their minds as this sexy woman in a very short dress and low cut top with hardened nipples walked past. What I really wanted to know was what was going through Jay’s mind. We hadn’t actually discussed what we were going to do today. I fancied the Bus Museum but that was in Covent Garden and we were heading towards…Soho.
She held my hand and was soon leading us up Haymarket and into Soho where she finally stopped in Great Windmill Street and looked around the busy streets while I used a cashpoint.
“What now?” I asked putting the small bundle of notes in my wallet.
“I don’t know.” She replied looking uncertain. “I was feeling very excited at the hotel. After fucking Kylie again this morning and what you told me about Sara and Katy followed by what I subsequently did with your wee, I was hot and turned on and felt like being very naughty and wicked. I felt drawn to come back to Soho but it doesn’t seem to have that seedy feeling like it did before. It feels touristy with the crowds and families milling about and somehow innocent.
“So, what do you really want to do?” I asked fanning myself and really wanting to get out of the heat. “What were you thinking of doing? Teasing someone? Fucking someone? If that’s what you want to do then all you have to do is bend over in front of someone by a discrete alley and, bang, you’re in.”
“There’s no need to make it sound so sordid. I’m not a complete slut, just highly sexually charged at the moment. I’ve had a few days of almost constant excitement and I think I need to make the most of our time here by keeping it going. I don’t want to just shag a stranger up against some bins in an alley somewhere, despite the fact that, since you mentioned it, I can feel myself getting, well, a bit moist.”
“Let’s look for an alley somewhere then.” I said taking her by the hand and leading her along the street.
“No,” she said stopping by a newsagents. “I said, I was getting turned on by the thought, not that it would happen. Besides, I’m too hot to stay out in this sun. I need a drink and somewhere cool. Back in a sec.” She went into the newsagents and returned with two cold cans of coke. We opened them and glugged them down as we carried on walking. We reached Brewer Street and tried to stay in the shade of the buildings as we slowly made our way along. At Wardour Street Jay stopped and said to me,
“Hang on; Kenny’s is around the corner.”
“It is, but do you really want to go there? I said, hoping she would.
“No,” she said dragging me along faster. “I want to see what the peep show next door is all about.” Well, I wasn’t expecting that, but I dreaded to think of how much that would cost. Jay led the way until a few minutes later we were stood outside the peep show. The window dressing was just a pair of curtains with the words, ‘Soho Peep Show-Live girls,’ painted on the window. It was open for business and I was surprised to see Jason sat just inside the open doorway at the counter.
“Hello there.” He said as Jay pulled me inside, the air conditioning instantly bringing relief from the hot atmosphere outside. “Nice to see you both again. What are you up to? You’re a bit early for your meeting tonight, aren’t you?”
“Just a bit early,” I said jokingly back. “We thought we’d see some different sites that we haven’t been to before. Do you work here part-time as well?”
“Nah,” he replied. “Sheila who runs this place has had to travel to Kent today to do a couple of quotes for her garden design business. I said I’d hold the fort until her assistant starts in a couple of hours. You both coming in here then?”
Before I could reply Jay said, “That’s right. I fancied seeing how this works. I’ve never been to one before.”
“You go into a booth and put a quid in the slot. A curtain opens and you get to see the girls perform. It’s a quid for a minute. For twenty quid the girls will offer you a 15 minute private show in the VIP room, or rather, a small room with a chair.”
“And what do you get for your twenty quid?” Jay asked. I could see by how her eyes had widened that this was definitely the kind of excitement she was after.
“They’ll give you a lap dance while you, or rather the blokes who normally come here, have a wank, sorry, masturbate. They won’t shag anyone-none of them are prostitutes and Sheila would never put up for it. She doesn’t want any scandal that could affect her social status. She’s the president of her local horticulture society and doesn’t want to lose that. She waited fifteen years to be elected.” Jason held out a small silver token, about the size and shape of a pound coin. “These are normally given out when there’s a private party booking and payment has been up front. Put that in the slot and it will run straight through the mechanism and come out again, but it will give you 10 minutes of uninterrupted viewing. Take it, it’s my treat.”
“Thanks Jason,” Jay said taking the token and reaching over to give him a hug. “I’ll bring it out once I’m done, I mean, we’re done.”
“Okay,” he said winking at me. “You guys have fun.”
We walked a little further down a corridor and came to a row of ten booths set slightly circular as it faced, what I assumed at the time to be, a semi-circular stage. Two of the booths to the far left had the doors shut while the others were open. Jay led us into one near the middle and shut the door behind us. We could hear music playing from the other side of the glass before us which got louder as we shut the door. There was a dim light in the booth but we were able to make out the coin slot and a small shelf with a couple of rolls of toilet paper with a wastepaper bin on the floor. Jay inserted the token and picked it up again when it came out the coin slot below. A curtain the other side of the glass opened to reveal what looked like to be a very big, round bed with cushions scattered around.