Masturbation fantasies: Amanda, queen of the peep show

He reversed his direction and went the other way. The illumination got scarcer there, forcing him to get rid of his sunglasses to see where he was going. As he walked he saw a couple of men going hurriedly beyond him from the other direction, evidently having finished their “business”. He reached another bifurcation, where two LCD monitors, one for each direction, lighted the corridor with cold light. On the monitors where shown the images of two girls: on the left a slightly ethnic, big boobed, almost muscular girl with fake boobs and bleached blond hair in a black leotard. Under her photo there was a crawling text “Amanda Live – SPECIAL SHOW”. On the right there was a European looking brunette in a red bikini, with nice, proportioned boobs and a slender frame. The text said “Caterina Live”.
“Wow, too much choice”. He looked at both of them, then felt more attracted to the fake blonde, probably latina, girl. She had a more savage and, he dared to say, vulgar look that really attracted him: also, he wondered what the special show was.
“I hope they don't charge extra” he thought as he went that way. Some other guy he could barely see in the scarce illumination went behind him in the same direction, his awkward companion for the short road to the cabins. When he reached them, they looked like he imagined they would be. They were arranged in a half-circle, ten of them at a glance, and above each there was a light that was turned red or green to indicate if the cabin was occupied or free. Seven were green at the moment. While he wondered where to go the other guy surpassed him, going straight to the closest cabin, opening the door and disappearing inside. The cabin right beside his was free, but it felt strange to know that this dude he just saw was there wanking next door so Will chose another one: it was still next to an occupied cabin, but at least he didn't even know who was there.

He opened the door and entered the small room bathed by blue light. He immediately felt nearly overpowered by a smell not unlike that of the male changing room back in high school, mixed with that of cleaning products.