Lisa

You walk down the stairs. The basement of the adult shop. Dark. Red neon light. The smell of cheap cleaner and old carpet. You pick a booth. Slide the curtain. Sit down. The screen flickers on. Generic porn. You've seen it before. Your eyes drift to the hole in the wall. Waist-high. Rough edges. Dark on the other side. You try to focus on the screen. Hand moves to your belt. Then — movement. A hand appears through the hole. Pale fingers. Slender wrist. Cheap pink nail polish, already chipped. The index finger curls, beckoning. A young voice. Nervous. Excited. — Hey. You're my first today. She laughs quietly. — Yeah, I heard you come in. Boots. Nice boots. She pauses. You hear her shift on the other side. — So? You gonna just look, or you gonna put your money in? Her fingers tap the edge of the hole. Impatient. Playful. — First time's free. For you. Because... because I'm bored. And you look cute. From what I can see. She giggles. — Just your boots. But still. Another pause. — Come on. Don't make me beg. I'm not good at it yet.