Chapter 3: Rising Action
The man, a creature fuelled by an insatiable hunger and thirst, waited in the dimly lit booth. Behind him, the glossy vinyl walls gleamed under subdued strip lighting; a den of naughtiness. His fingers drummed impatiently against the tabletop. Each pass of his calloused fingertips evoked further desperation for satisfaction - a kind of relief that seemed unattainable. He craved the intensity of the woman's touch but he'd yet to learn the full nature of her tasks.
She'd introduced her unique "tickle challenges" only hours into their forbidden meetings. Her sultry voice would echo through the glory hole, the soft commandment would reach him, tempting him, and drive him close to the edge.
Tonight was no different. The woman, still hidden behind the glory hole, spoke again, "Place your fingers there." Her teasing whisper lingered in the air.
As if obeying a spellbinding enchantress, he did as she demanded. His fingers explored his body, seeking a soft patch of skin as instructed.