The pleasure of knowing my nudes in a sex club next to photos of other hot women motivated me to take two more poster-sized shots of myself to the club. The new adult shop was a discrete as it was before. Video, toys, and more read a sign above the entrance. At first glance, one could think it was a video and book store for adults, with some toys to buy.
Anyway, I entered and saw a familiar face at once, the guy who had sucked my tits devotedly, Tom who runs the shop. He greeted me heartily, kissed a cheek, and said he would love to show me around.
The whole place had the air of a private club. Tom stated proudly, the concept works well, the increasing numbers of customers would speak for themselves. The old fashion peep show booths for watching discreetly girls were gone. Instead, they got a small cinema, which can be converted to a stage for live shows. Separated from the shop, he opened a door and let me in. Maybe twenty people could be seated, a layout like a jazz club in the 1920s, cozy chairs around five or six round tables. The smell of fresh paint hung in the air.
Black and white pictures of erotic women covered the walls. My heart jumped when I spotted between all the great-looking women two pictures of me. Tom said he had left a space for more pics since I fit in here perfectly. I know self-praise is not noble, yet he was right. Paul, my husband, and the photographer did a great job as well.
The low light, candles on the tables made the room relaxing. A small bar with a few chairs in front completed the arrangement.