Building a Dream: Part Nine by Steveandjay
Uncover the tantalizing world of desire in 'Building a Dream: Part Nine' by Steveandjay. Dive into an erotic tale filled with passion, exploration, and unforgettable encounters. Perfect for those seeking steamy romance and adventure, this installment promises to ignite your imagination. Read now and experience the thrill!<br/>
The four of us got out of the black cab on Wardour Street and let Jay lead the way. I had a feeling that I knew where she was leading us and was soon proved right when we arrived at the red door of Kenny’s, the gloryhole and sex cinema venue of our visit the evening before
Building a Dream: Part Nine
Continues on from when we left the spa and arrived in Soho, Jay’s choice of destination.
The four of us got out of the black cab on Wardour Street and let Jay lead the way. I had a feeling that I knew where she was leading us and was soon proved right when we arrived at the red door of Kenny’s, the gloryhole and sex cinema venue of our visit the evening before. The peep show next door had its door shut with a ‘closed for private function,’ sign hanging on it. I felt a little flutter with the thought that maybe Katy had been here earlier to do the girls make up and would still be around. I pushed that thought to one side as Jay was already a few paces ahead and had already marched up to the red door and pressed the doorbell.
We caught up with her just as we heard the ’click’ of the door being unlocked allowing Jay to push it open and march down the corridor to where the owner Kenny sat reading the latest ‘Better Homes and Gardens’ magazine. Kenny looked up at us and before he could say, ‘Sixty,’ Jay handed over six tenner’s which he took and pressed the hidden button to unlock the door. He must have recognised us as he didn’t bother to tell us where the facilities were as we passed him, nodded a ‘hello,’ and climbed the stairs.
Reaching the top, Jay turned left and headed for the booths. Three of the booths at the far end were shut while the others were open and nobody was hanging around. Jay headed into the cinema room and exclaimed out loud, “Oh, for fucks sake,” when she saw it was empty. There was no film playing on the screen, several lights were on and dimmed, bathing the area with a soft glow and the only other person in the room was, to my delight, Katy, who was sat behind the counter and filling in a puzzle in Jason’s magazine. Looking up and seeing us when she heard Jay, she said excitedly, “Hi guys!” and walked around the counter to kiss and hug each one of us. “You’re back soon. I didn’t know if I would see you again.” Although the comment was for all of us, she seemed to be looking my way when she said it. She looked fantastic. Loose low-cut blouse with no bra, showing more than an eyeful of cleavage and a very short skirt.
“We thought we would pop in and say hi,” Manus said to Katy as she returned back to the other side of the counter.
“Ah, how sweet,” she replied sitting back down on the stool. Manus looked to each of us in turn and asked “Coffee?” We all nodded and Katy began making the drinks. “Bit quiet tonight. Has everyone been and gone?” Manus asked.
“It’s been quiet all evening. I made up the girls downstairs a couple of hours ago then came up to help out. We had a young couple came in who fooled about a bit by themselves then left. There’s a girl in one of the booths and a couple of regulars either side, but that’s it for now. I haven’t even bothered to put a film on if there’s nobody here to watch it. ” She passed the coffee’s over to us and looking up at Jay and Sara asked, “Your hairs wet. Have you been swimming?”
“No,” Sara replied. “We’ve been to a spa.”
“Ooh, fancy,” Katy said. “I bet that was nice.”
“Not really,” replied Jay taking her coffee and looking around the empty room. All of us, including Katy sensed Jay’s exasperation as she said this. She started to walk around sipping her coffee and looking around at the empty sofas, armchairs and folded down futons. Katy threw me a quizzical look but it was Sara who, leaning close to Katy and getting a good look down her top, quietly explained out of Jay’s hearing,
“It was a nudist spa and we think that Jay didn’t quite have enough fun. She was hoping for more, a lot more than she got, if you get my meaning.” Katy nodded along, showing that she understood what Sara meant.
“Ah, I see,” Katy replied quietly. “It was ‘that’ type of spa. I’ve heard there is one of those in London, but never thought to find out where. You’ll have to give me the address.” She reached down into her handbag and passed a small notebook to Sara with her pen who wrote the address of the spa and passed it back to her. Leaning forward to us but looking at me Katy asked quietly, “Was she after a threesome?”
Sara mouthed the word ‘gangbang,’ and Katy, wide-eyed, nodded in understanding. She then straightened up and said in a loud voice to all of us but mainly for Jay’s benefit,
“It’s quiet now, but there’s a stag party downstairs at the moment as I did the girls make up earlier. I reckon the owner might let them know that this place exists and, maybe, they’ll come up here later.” This got Jay’s attention and came over to the counter.
“Really?” she asked, a hint of excitement showing on her face.
“Yep,” Katy casually. “They were expecting at least a party of twelve. Providing the girls don’t give them all a private show in the VIP room, I reckon they’ll be a good bunch of very horny young men just itching to let loose.”
Just then we heard one of the booths unlock and a man of about fifty walked down the corridor and poked his head around the door gave a small wave of his hand and said, “I’m off, Katy love.”
“Okay Bill,” she replied waving back to him. “Hope your daughter gets that job. Take care”
“Will do,” he replied as he went through the exit door.
“He’s such a nice man, Bill.” Katy said to us. “He’s a regular. His wife died when they were in their early twenties. He was left to bring up a son and two daughters, which he did very well apparently. His son’s a paramedic, one daughter has her own estate agency and his other daughter has been headhunted from a city bank. Her interview’s tomorrow.”
“He never remarried then?” Manus asked. Katy shook her head and replied,
“No. He said he married into perfection and no one can ever match that. He loved her then; he loves her now and always will. True love never dies. He comes here every so often to meet his needs that every man has to do from time to time. He doesn’t see the other person on the other side of the wall so there’s no emotional connection. He’s such a nice man.”
We then heard another booth open and a younger man walked down the corridor, waved at Katy, and left. “That’s Tony,” Katy said. “Not much of a conversationalist but hung like a fucking horse.”
We laughed at her statement and had just stopped when a woman walked down the corridor from the booths and exited without paying attention to us. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, dressed like a typical middle-aged housewife, nothing sexy. She looked out of place. “We get all sorts here.” Katy remarked as we watched the woman leave.
“Katy,” Jay said approaching the counter. “I’m presuming you’ve got your make up kit with you? I haven’t had a chance to put any on after leaving the spa. I just need to borrow some, if that’s alright?” Katy leaned down and picked up a small toolbox to show she did and asked Jay,