Shrugging my suit jacket off, I throw it on the couch lining the wall. My attention zeroes in on the pair of naked legs to my left. I roll the sleeves of my dress shirt as I lick my lips, reveling in the anonymity of this type of service. I can’t see her face and upper body, hidden behind a glass divider and red curtain. The hole in the wall is only large enough for her waist to slide through, her legs strapped up with harnesses to keep her splayed open for my pleasure.
