The booth dark

The board was off and I had clocked out. I am not required to walk through the other door. I did it as a member, on my own time, age checked like everyone else. Black t-shirt, black pants, boots, box braids down my back. I stood in the booth doorway with a plain black mask in my hand before I put it on, so the night had a clothed start, my face still mine, the room not yet a scene. Jay is twenty-six. Henri is forty. They had bands. I had a band that said, tonight, cum in my cunt was what I wanted. Bands are not orders from the job. I can take mine off. I can leave.

I said the word before the mask went on. Lights. If I say lights, cocks out, hands off, I am done, and nobody follows me to the side door. They repeated it. I smiled so they would know I was not fragile and not joking. Then I put the mask on and I was nobody in particular, which is a relief after a shift of being the person who hears everything.

They fucked me in the booth. I got the pants to my knees and bent over the bench. Jay first, cock in my cunt, a quick eager fuck while Henri stood close and I stroked Henri's cock with a spit-wet hand. I told them to switch when I wanted the thicker one. Henri fucked me deeper, slower, and I reached under to rub my clit. I came with the mask sticking to my mouth, a hard orgasm, my cunt gripping him, the music useless against how loud I was. I told them both to cum inside because the band said so and because my mouth said so too. Jay fucked back in after Henri had already cum, the slide filthy with it, and Jay came in my cunt as well. I wanted the fullness. I stayed on the bench a moment and felt it leak and grinned behind the mask.

I could have walked out with the mask in my hand and no cock in me at all. I stayed because I wanted the fuck, not because a band had me on a leash. When I was full of cum and finished, the word did the rest. Then I said lights. I was smiling when I said it. They stopped immediately. Henri had a hand on my hip and he took it away. Jay stepped back. Nobody asked for one more. I took the mask off so they could see I was fine, finished, done because I decided, not because something had gone wrong. I can leave. I pulled my pants up, band still on until I dropped it in the bowl by the door, and I went out the side. The board was still dark. The job had ended hours ago. This had been mine, and then it was over.