The elderly man stumbled into the seedy peep show booth, his breathing ragged. The door clicked shut behind him and he heard the unmistakable sound of a coin slot being slammed down. Annie Cruz, the alluring woman on the other side of the grimy glass, smiled wickedly as she pressed her painted nails against the cool surface.
She slid her fingers underneath the hem of her minuscule schoolgirl skirt, hiking it up to reveal a shiny black garter belt and matching stockings. The old man's mouth went dry as he watched her slide a silky-smooth glove onto one hand. His heart raced as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts.
She plucked a thin red ribbon from between her teeth and trailed it down his chest, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.
