My own reaction was a rush of heat as I realized I could be there soon. That thought was reinforced as one woman was removed from the wall and immediately replaced. The one taken down was cast onto a mattress where a knot of men were waiting to openly have sex with her. She seemed very happily eager to get started.
The replacement, the woman newly attached to the wall, began her ordeal. Men walked up and jerked off on her, wherever they wanted. Black painted cubes were used as steps by men who wanted to reach her mouth or higher.
I could barely stand there, I was so turned on by the scene. When would I get my chance?
“Gwendolyn? Is that you? I’m Hammer,” a man said, using the pseudonyms from our emails.
He was short and bald, older than I imagined and very unlike the photo he sent. His Superman costume just added to the ridiculousness of his persona.
He held his arms wide and embraced me. His hands roamed my body, cupping my buns and breasts.
I broke the hold, feeling far less enthusiastic than Hammer seemed to be.
“Yes, Hammer, it’s Gwendolyn. Is Roxy here?”
“Oh, yes she is. But plenty of time for her after we do some business.”
“What? What are you talking about?” I stared at him.
“Three hundred for Roxy and me to split plus expenses. We had to spend a lot to be here to take care of you, y’know?”
Now I understood. The whole arrangement was designed to lure me to The Pit where they would slowly extract from me as much cash as possible. And I was so horny that I could have fallen for it if Hammer didn’t look so crazy in that dumb costume.
In a few seconds I went from steaming aroused to steaming angry.
I blasted Hammer, or whatever his name was, “Fuck you, asshole. Thanks for the lesson on another scam to avoid.”
I spun around and walked out.
The gatekeeper attempted to speak to me but I brushed past him and down the steps to where I hoped to snag a cab. But behind me I heard, “Woman in black, please wait.”
My first thought was that Hammer was pursuing me, but I realized it was a different voice, getting closer as my high heels kept me at a speed disadvantage.
“Hey, please hold on a minute.”
I spun around to challenge whomever was after me. He wasn’t what I expected. The nicely dressed, mid-thirties man hurried up to me with his hand outstretched.
“Hi, my name is Grady. I’m the manager of The Pit. I think you may have had a problem and I want to make things right.”
He seemed completely sincere and reasonable. I took his hand. “Just call me Gwendolyn.”
My calm was restored as Grady explained.
“We’ve suspected some sort of hustle was gong on, but we didn’t have proof. Now we’ve got Hammer on video. Will you be willing to sign an affidavit describing what happened? We have him locked in an office already.”
I assured him of my cooperation; I wanted Hammer to suffer.
Grady made me feel even better when he took care of one other detail.
“Jimmy!” He hailed the gatekeeper.
Jimmy bounded down the stairs to where we were standing. “Yes, boss?”
“Please refund the lady whatever she paid you.”