Just as we were walking through the large arched doorway, Justine and Rachel came back in from outside.
Rachel was blowing on her hands. "I hate lady fucking winter."
Justine laughed. "Rach, you're living in the wrong place."
"I know, I want to move to Arizona."
They looked up. Justine smiled. "It's our curious friends from the checkout counter."
Ginger nodded to them. "I want to see what you guys do."
Justine took her arm. "Come on I'll show you."
Ginger introduced us as we walked into the Den of Temptation. "I'm Ginger Taylor. This is my slave, Little Mikey."
My face turned beet red. Both Rachel and Justine started to giggle.
Justine raised her eyebrows and looked at Ginger. "Your slave? You called him that at the counter. I thought you were joking, but your not are you?"
Ginger grinned. "No I'm not.
Justine stared at me. After a moment she walked over and lifted my dog collar.
"Nice jewelry Little Mikey."
She read the inscription on the tag. "I belong to Ginger Taylor". Justine looked at me. "Is that true?"
I nodded. "Yes it is."
Justine turned to Ginger. "I have got to hear more about this."
Ginger laughed. "I guess were both curious people."
Justine smiled. "Touche?'"
The Den of Temptation was an eight foot wide passageway. On our left was a large glass wall about twelve feet long. Behind the glass there was what looked like a lounge area. It contained four stuffed chairs. Next to each chair there was a table and a lamp.
Two of the chairs were occupied by attractive young girls in lingerie. They were reading. Both girls seemed to be in their early twenties. I assumed they were Candy and Tina.
Just down the passage from the glass wall there were four doors about the size of closet doors.
As we were talking a balding overweight man came into the Den. He appeared to be in his mid forties. He stood in front of the glass for a moment and then pointed at one to the two seated women.
She got up, walked over to a to a telephone mounted on the wall and picked up the receiver. At the same time she pointed to a telephone mounted next to the glass wall.
The man picked it up.
The glass was thin enough that we could faintly here both sides of the conversation.
"Hi honey my name is Tina. Would you like to visit with me?"
The man was obviously nervous. He stuttered a little as he answered. "Yyyes I would."
Tina gave him a very warm smile. "My door is the third one down. I'll meet you there."
They both hung up their telephones. Tina disappeared through a curtain and the man walked down to the third door, opened it and went inside.
Ginger looked at Justine. "What's going to happen now?"
"Each of us has our own booth. The booths are divided by a glass walls. Each booth has a set of telephones so we can talk to the guys."
Justine motioned for us to follow her. We walked down to the first door. She opened it. "This is my booth."
We looked inside. It was a closet sized room with a large glass window in the wall opposite the door. There was a stool in front of the window. A telephone was mounted on the wall to the right of the window. Next to the telephone was one of those mechanical slots that take paper money.
There was a small space on the other side of the window. It appeared to be just big enough for a permister to sit or lie down. The floor on the other side of the booth was even with the bottom of the window, which was about three feet up from the floor on our side of the booth. The floor of the other side of the booth was covered with a cushion and several pillows. There was another telephone on the wall on this booth. Underneath the telephone there was a box that contained several dildo's and a vibrator.
"Right now Tina is explaining the prices to her customer. It's ten dollars for ten minutes if you just want to talk to us. It's twenty dollars if you want us topless while we talk. For thirty dollars we take our panties off and spread our legs. A toy show is forty dollars."
Ginger shook her head. "That seems like a lot of money for a ten minute show. Why don't they just go to a strip club?"
Justine grinned at us. "Because here they are free to do whatever they want on their side of the booth."
Ginger looked at her. "You mean they can..."
Justine nodded. "Yes they get to take out their cocks and masturbate while they watch us and talk to us."
"Do you make a lot of money doing this?'
Justine smiled. "Our shifts are four hours long. On a slow shift we'll make three hundred dollars. When it's busy we can make at least twice that amount."
She looked at Ginger. "They’re always looking for more girls. Do you want to work here?"
"Would they let me bring Little Mikey?"
"We'd have to ask Mr. Diamond, but I'm guessing that if you had him dressed in a little slave outfit and kept him on a leash, he'd think it was good for business."
"Who's Mr. Diamond?"
"Big Reggie Diamond, he owns this place. He also owns the Black Knight. That's the big strip club down the street."
Another man walked into the Den. He stopped, saw Rachel and smiled at her.
Rachel ran down the hallway and disappeared through another door. A moment later she reappeared in the glass room, walked over to the telephone and picked it up.
At the same time, the man walked over and picked up the telephone. They talked for a moment and then both of them hung up their telephones. Rachel disappeared through the curtain and the man walked down to the last door and went into her booth.
Justine smiled at us. "You don't have to work here very long before you get regular customers."
Two more men walked in.
"It's starting to get busy. Ginger, you seem like a nice permister. I hope you decide to work here. It's a wonderful part time job. Both Rachel and I go to Maple Hills community College. We get a lot of studying done during the dead times."
One of the men was staring at her. She smiled at him. "Honey, why don't you go into the first booth. I'll give you a real nice show."
He nodded and went into the booth.
"I have to go. Ginger if you decide you want to work here just call Sex Land and say you want to work in the Den of Temptation. Be sure to tell them that Justine referred you. They'll set up an interview with Mr. Diamond."
Justine turned and ran to the door that Rachel went through a moment earlier. She opened it and went in. A second later she appeared in the glass room. She waved to us as she walked across the room and went through the curtain.
Ginger grabbed my hand. "Come on Mikey, let's go home."
