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side. “I’ll give you some privacy, sir. If you need anything, just call. I’ll be in the corridor outside. Although…” He nodded towards the moulding and its hidden passage. “That should be all you need.”
    Mario darted forward and grabbed Worth by the lapel. The jacket felt crusty between his fingers. “Just a minute,” he said. “You seriously think I’m going to do this? Like I said, anything can be through there.” An image flashed into his head from a few years ago. A co-star had taken him to a shady bar in the backstreets of the city. The place had been full of typical S&M weirdoes, dressed head to foot in leather or shiny PVC. Exposed skin was dotted with piercings, twinkling like stars in the darkness. The bar contained a wall full of holes and, should any drinker feel the urge, he could poke his cock inside where a mystery man would suck it dry. Mario shivered. “You might think I’m into all this…doing what I do…but I’m not.”
    Worth placed his hand over Mario’s and squeezed. Mario grimaced from the touch. Worth’s skin was dry as tracing paper.
    “Sir, you need a clear head for the events to come.” He sighed. “We cannot force you to do anything. The fun is to try something new and let yourself go, that is the key to happiness here at Metus House. You can wait in the booth until Miss Foster is done. What you do, or don’t do, is your own business. But sir?”
    Mario glared at him.
    Worth lifted a finger to his lips.
    In the silence, Kerry’s sigh radiated through the door of her cubicle. To Mario’s surprise, it stirred a twitch in his groin.
    “It sounds like you’re missing out,” said Worth. He winked. “Why not stay inside for a few minutes and think things over?” He bowed and as he walked back, gently closed the door.
    Mario stood still for a moment, listening to the sounds from the booth next door. He placed a hand against the smooth, cool surface of the partition wall. Nothing. No movement from the other side.
    Kerry moaned. The image of her thrusting against the moulding sprung into Mario’s head. He imagined her head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy, mouth a wide circle of pleasure. He grew harder, poking into the inside of his jeans. Checking the door was closed, he slipped a hand down the front, rearranging himself. His penis responded to his touch, standing fully erect.
    Wait. What’s going on here? It takes a lot to get me this turned on. Why am I so hard so soon?
    Kerry cried out, and the sound of her pleasure descended into a series of rapid moans. They rose and fell in breathy crescendo.
    She’s about to come. That’s what it is! She’s not acting and pretending to orgasm, while concentrating on her pout and leg positioning. It’s real. Fuck, how long has it been since I’ve made a girl scream without a director’s orders?
    He pressed his ear against the wall.
    Kerry whispered and pleaded between her moans, wanting it faster…harder…deeper…
    Oh God.
    Mario unbuttoned his jeans and yanked the zip down. Reaching inside, he flopped his swollen length free. He still looked on it with pride. Already a drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of the head. Mario concentrated on the sounds from the next booth, and, licking his lips, he spread the first drop around with his thumb, lubricating the crown.
    “Oh…my…”
    Mario paused, listening to her. She released a choking splutter.
    Kerry?
    “Ahhh fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck, yes!”
    Mario closed his fist and slid it up and down his pulsating cock. His balls already seemed to have tightened at the base, pressure building.
    Kerry returned to her low moans and sighs. Mario guessed she’d orgasmed, but wasn’t satisfied yet.
    His penis twitched within his hand. He held it tightly at the base, enjoying the way it bobbed in the air, almost with a mind of its own, like it begged him to touch it.
    Not yet. I wanna enjoy this. Don’t need to shoot too soon.
    He glanced at the moulding.
    No. Not