Lisa’s Night in the Velvet Dust

Lisa slipped through the thick velvet curtain, letting it fall closed behind her with a hush. The Glory Hole Room was warm, quiet except for the wet, rhythmic sounds coming from the other side of the partition, and the occasional moan from the woman in the center. Zoe.

She was lying chest-down across a small padded bench, her arms folded beneath her cheek. Her upper half supported in total comfort. Her lower half was pressed up to a wide, curved opening in the wall behind her. Just enough padding to keep her comfortable. Just enough exposure to keep her completely vulnerable. Her legs were spread by the divider’s design, her thighs trembling faintly with each steady thrust from the anonymous man on the other side.

Lisa hesitated in the doorway, her pulse quickening. Zoe’s skin was flushed a soft pink, her breath coming in breathy little catches. Her hair clung to her back and shoulders in damp waves. Every now and then, she arched just a little against the thrusts, trying to savor the feeling even more. It was beautiful. Wild, raw… and entirely casual. Lisa moved closer and crouched beside the bench, careful not to startle her. Zoe opened one eye and smiled as if she’d been expecting her.

“Hey you,” she murmured, voice loose and syrupy. “What’s up?”

Lisa crouched lower, keeping her eyes up, trying not to look at the way Zoe’s backside rocked with each motion behind the wall. She failed.

“I… I needed to talk to someone,” Lisa whispered. “I just saw who my next booking is with.”

Zoe groaned softly from the way the man behind her shifted pace. She exhaled a shivery breath before asking, “Who?”

Lisa swallowed. “My cousin.” That word hung awkwardly in the air, sticky and wrong.

Zoe blinked a few times, then laughed lightly. “Wait, seriously?”

Lisa nodded, wringing her hands. “I recognized him in the system. His picture.”

Another thrust rocked Zoe forward on the bench, and she gave a breathless moan before catching her breath. “Well, that’s a situation.”

Lisa gave her a helpless look. “What do I do?”

The man on the other side of the wall paused and grunted. Zoe wiggled her butt a little. She sighed when he stepped away and let out a little moan as a new man took his place. Zoe closed her eyes for a moment, pressing her cheek into the padded surface.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just tell Aphrodite you can’t work tomorrow.”

“What if she gets mad? What if she expects me to just be professional and go through with it?”

Zoe snorted gently, moaned again, and then opened her eyes to look at Lisa with a lazy, amused smile. “Remember Aphrodite’s favorite thing to say. Everyone needs to be aware. Everyone needs to agree. Nobody here expects you to let your cousin fuck you unless that’s your thing.”

Lisa cringed. “It’s not my thing.”

“You sure? I’ve had mine.” She paused for a small moan. “It was fun.”

“I’m not as brave as you. Or like Erica.”

“Well, willingly having your brother is a whole thing.” Zoe half laughed and half moaned.

“I can’t go through with this.”

“Then skip it.” Zoe reached out and touched Lisa’s arm, her fingers warm and trembling slightly. “You don’t owe anyone an explanation. Just say you’re sick. Aphrodite will handle the rest.”

Lisa looked down. “You make it sound so easy.”

Zoe gave a slow roll of her hips in answer, a small gasp escaping her lips as whoever was behind the wall did something particularly satisfying. “That’s ‘cause it is. You say no. Then it doesn’t happen.”

Lisa hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. I guess I just… needed to talk it out.”

Zoe smiled again, that same serene, pleasure-drunk expression she wore so well. “I’m glad you did. But now go, babe. I’m a little busy…” She let out a sharp little moan. “Unless you want to lick me out.”

Lisa stood, cheeks warm, and gave her a fond, awkward smile. “Thanks, Zoe. Really. Also, I’ll take a rain check on the oral.”

Zoe’s only answer was a soft moan as the thrusts behind her grew deeper again, her fingers curling around the edge of the bench. Lisa slipped out as Zoe began to orgasm. Her thoughts were still tangled, but her heart was a little lighter.