How had he lived here on the East Coast all these years and never heard of this place? It took him a week, but he worked up the nerve to see what the fuss was about. The guys at the shop gave him hell for never going and after being ribbed all week he decided it was time to check it out.
So what was how he, Otabek Altin, found himself standing outside the door to "Madam Lilia's Peep Show". Shaking his head, he put his hand on the door handle, entering before he could decide to turn around and just go home.
A harsh, yet beautiful woman sat at a counter. Cigarette dangling from her thin lips, hair pulled severely back in a tight bun - everything about this woman was harsh and severe. She looked up at him, taking a deep drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke in his direction.
He wasn't sure what to do at that point and just stood there, shoving his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight back and forth. She took another drag, giving him that hard stare. Flicked her cigarette and set it in the glass dish next to her.
"Boy or girl?" she said with a deep, harsh accent.
"Male," he choked out.
She snorted and looked him up and down slowly, not even trying to hide the fact that she was checking him out.
"Of course you would." Her eyes continued their journey back up and down his frame. "What a shame."
Getting out her book, she looked over some papers. "I have two starting in ten minutes. They last 30 minutes, we provide you the tissues, you stay behind the glass, they give you show. I have the Russian Fairy and the Swiss Alps. Pick one."
She showed him two pictures. One was a tall, very well-built blonde man with an undercut, round glasses, and stubble on his chin. He had a very sensual smile and was winking in the picture. No, that wouldn't do.
The other was a tall, thin, and lean male. Golden hair reaching his shoulders, he had a harsh look to his green eyes, the eyes of a soldier.
"This one." He said quickly, pointing.
"Ah, the Russian Fairy, yes yes, he has one spot still open. It is yours. Are you paying cash or credit?" He handed her a card and she swiped it. Handing it back, she took up her cigarette again, saying almost by rote, "You'll leave your cell phone with me, you can pick it up after the show. The room is to right, third door, then you will see four more doors, take the last one, show starts soon."
Walking down the hallway, he felt like a fucking idiot. Why the hell was he even doing this? Right, to shut the guys up at the shop. He didn't see what the big deal was. What do I do? He asked himself. Just sit there and watch someone dance around and stuff? He was clueless what this would be. He counted the doors as he walked down the dark hallway and came to the third one. Opening the door he still wasn't sure what to expect. It opened to another larger room and he saw three doors shut tightly already, and one on the end with its door open. Walking to it he could see a small room, painted black; a simple plastic chair stood in the center of the room, and a small table held only a box of tissues. The front of the tiny room had a large window looking into another room which held a shiny pole in the center of the room. Pillows were scattered on the floor, and the walls were painted a deep burgundy, and a chair off to the side. There was a small opening in the window, and Otabek guessed that this was where the tip went.
Taking his black leather jacket off, he spotted a hook on the wall, and hung up his jacket then sat in the chair. Not really sure what to do, he shifted around in the seat, waiting, rubbing sweaty palms nervously on his jean-clad thighs. It was kind of weird knowing there were three other people in the rooms next to him, doing the same thing as him.
A few more minutes went by and he was very uncomfortable. He almost decided to just get up and leave when he heard music start to blast from speakers in the dancer's room. This was angry metal music. His eyes moved to the room and he saw the door in the corner open. Sure enough, the Russian Fairy stepped in to the beat of the music. His hair was pulled back, and he wore simple black leggings and an oversized ice blue sweater that hung off one of his shoulders, exposing sharp collar bones. Otabek couldn't take his eyes off this fairy. The way he swayed into the room, he looked into each window, giving a smirk at each person behind the glass. The Fairy locked eyes with him, and he felt his pulse in his throat and his mouth go dry. Those eyes - the picture the woman at the counter showed him did them no justice. They were hard, they were jade green, they were piercing into his soul. He could feel his pants getting tighter in the crotch and nothing had even happened yet.
The fairy stalked further into the room, the music blaring, and placed his hand high on the pole. The lithe man leaned out and spun around it easily, warming up. He did this a couple more times and then righted himself. Looking back to the windows, he lifted up a leg and hooked around the pole, swinging again. The grace the fairy showed really amazed him. Everything he did seemed graceful and effortless.
The fairy let go of the pole after spinning a few more times Locking eyes with Otabek, the fairy's hands trailed down his torso to the bottom of his sweater and tugged it down, exposing more of his shoulder and the top of his chest. Cocking his head to the side, he gave the other man a slight smirk, then slowly lifted the sweater up and off him, flinging it to the corner close to the door. Otabek's breath caught in his throat; the pants the stripperwears hung dangerously low. Those hip bones jutted out, the muscles in his abs standing out proudly and everything in a perfect "V" that lead the gaze creeping down to his crotch. Everything about his body pointed you to continue to look down further. The fairy started to sway to the blasting guitars, swishing his hips back and forth and moving his hands over his body, teasingly moving them along his hips as he rocked back and forth in time with the music. The man hooked his thumbs in the side of the waistband of his pants he slowly lowered them to show more skin, teasing them with the view, then he slowly lifted them back up.
At this movement, Otabek needed to undo his pants. Palming his cock, he watched this beautiful fairy sway and move around the tiny room. He was more than half hard at that point and debated just pulling his cock out and stroking it. No, not yet . He thought to himself. He didn't want to seem too eager and he knew there was more of the show to go yet.
He watched the fairy go back over to the pole; grabbing it, the man swung himself upside down. Otabek was amazed by the flexibility this man was using - twirling around, he could completely place his leg behind his head and continue spinning. Everything was so erotic and graceful. The strength in his body was incredible as it held him in poses and slow spins.
Fuck it , Otabek thought, taking his cock out. He was fully hard at this point. The man felt embarrassed, as the fairy was still in pants, but he figured it didn't matter, since he would never see him again. Another song started blaring, just as hard as the last one. The fairy brought himself down slowly off the pole, showing off his strength, and now held it with arms stretched high above his head, slowly grinding his hips into the pole. The fairy arched his back and thrusted his hips into it. He would slide down the pole slowly, allowing his legs to spread wide, keeping that slow thrusting going. Standing back up in one quick movement, the fairy lifted his hand to his hair where it was tied back, pulled the tie out, and allowed the hair to spill around his shoulders and face.
Otabek's mouth went dry again; why wasn't there a fucking water bottle in the room when he needed it? Slowly stroking his cock, he watched as that golden hair framed the fairy's face. They locked eyes again, the fairy thrusting his hips at the pole again. He winked at Otabek, pushing off the pole. Walking to the other side of the room, he picked up a simple armless plastic chair and placed in front of the pole. Straddling the chair backwards, the fairy locked eyes with him again and his hands lifted the hair off his shoulders and face, then released it in a golden cascade. He slowly ran his hands down his chest, then behind the back of the chair, down to his stomach where Otabek couldn't see what his hands were doing. Smirking at the flustered man, the fairy slowly returned his hands to his chest.
Otabek's cock started to leak and he slowly stroked it. He growled and pushed his shirt up to his chest; he didn't want wet spots on the fabric when he left.
The fairy slowly rocked his hips against the chair back, his legs spread all the way out, but the chair blocking the view of his crotch. Otabek found that even more erotic than being able to see. He could swear the fairy kept locking eyes with him, and every time he did it went straight to the man's straining cock. He leaked a little bit more each time. Slowing down his hand so he could last, he kept his eyes trained on those green eyes.
The fairy lifted his body up, spun the chair and sat back down. Running his hands down his chest, he slowly spread those long, lean legs again. The men in the booths could clearly see now that he was half hard in those tight pants, and he took his hands slowly teasing them down to his inner thighs and back up. Running those pale fingers back down his chest, he grabbed his inner thighs and somehow opened his legs even wider, until they were nearly in a split. How was that even possible? How flexible was this fairy?
The fairy continued to touch himself everywhere but his crotch. Otabek couldn't help but to notice that the other man was getting harder as he continued to rock his hips and run his hands down his body. The stripper stood up, slowly turning around. Hooking his thumb in his waistband of those pants, he lowered one side of his pants, showing off a perfectly round smooth globe and revealing that he wore nothing underneath. Moving to the music he slid it back up, looking over his shoulder, and locking eyes with Otabek again, he lowered the other side. He could have sworn he licked his bottom lip as he lowered the other side, two perfectly round cheeks with the palest smoothest skin ever being presented.
Bending at the waist, the fairy slipped them all the way down to his ankles, slowly righting himself again, kicking out the pants. Leaving his back turned to them, he moved his hands down his sides, rolling his tantalizing hips to the music. The music shifted; still hard guitars but slower now. The fairy trailed his hands to his ass, squeezing the perfect globes hard and then rubbing them gently. Moving his hands up and down his sides, then down to his ass again, he bent and grabbed his cheeks, spreading them open for a frustratingly long moment. The fairy held still, allowing a long, torturous view.
Fuck, mouth dry again. Definitely needed water in here. He started to stroke his cock; he was throbbing at that point. Stopping and shoving his pants off his hips, the horny man stroked his hard length and cupped his balls in his other hand, rolling them gently.
The fairy slowly turned around, and Otabek stopped breathing. When he finally turned, he stood there facing the windows, swaying his hips, his large cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. He was fully shaved and there wasn't even a trace of golden hair, except what spilled around his face. The smirking stripper ran his hands down his body again, still moving to the music but never touching his cock.
The fairy moved over to the pile of pillows, lying down but propping himself up a bit. He arched his back and thrust his hips into the air. Those hands trailed all over his body. Looking back up, he locks those green eyes with Otabek his hand to his face, he licked from his palm to his fingers, never letting off that gaze, and wrapped his hand around his cock. He slowly started to stroke his cock, never taking his eyes off the panting man in the tiny room. The fairy moved his hand up and down his cock, twisting slightly at the top. He lifted his hips in time with his hand and the music.
Those eyes stayed locked on Otabek, and somehow he found himself standing up, in full view of the window and nothing blocking the vision of his hard cock from the fairy's eyes. He saw the fairy lick his lips, eyes moving down his body now, fully seeing his cock in his hand and stroked more on his own cock.
Otabek pressed his free hand against the window, staring back down at the fairy. He picked back up the pace, pumping his cock. His forehead was pressed against the glass, wanting nothing more than to be on those pillows with the fairy, his hands on him, stroking his cock and making the other man scream out in pleasure.
The music picked up, and so did his strokes. He never took his eyes off the fairy sprawled out on pillows. The fairy arched his back further as the music came to an end and Otabek could see the man's body tense as he came, splattering his stomach and chest. The fairy breathed hard and still the blonde stared at him. He licked his lips and nodded at Otabek; at that nod he felt his cock pulse and he released all over the window that separated their two rooms. Breathing hard, he stroked a few more times. The fairy smiled at him, then lifted his hand and smeared his release into his chest. Laying there a few more moments, he slowly raised his body up, winked at Otabek, and grabbed a robe that hung on a hook by the door, wrapping it around himself and leaving.
There was no more music, and the room suddenly felt cold and empty. His limp cock hung out for anyone to see and his jeans and briefs were pushed below his ass. Still breathing hard, Otabek grabbed a tissue and cleaned his hand off, then pulled his jeans and briefs back up, tucking his cock back in. He smirked at the mess on the window and got his wallet out. He threw some dollars through the hole in the window, grabbed his jacket, and headed out of the door.
The doors to the other peeping rooms were still closed, thankfully, and he wanted to leave the room before the others started coming out. He really did not want to see who else was watching the show. Walking down the hallway, he went back to the main desk to pick up his phone. That same woman still sat there, smoking yet another cigarette.
Looking up from her papers, she saw him and smirked. "Enjoy the show?" she asked, then without giving him time to respond, she pulled his phone out from a cabinet behind the desk and handed it back to him. He could feel the blush running up his cheeks.
"Yes, yes, it was very nice."
Cocking her eyebrow at him, she queried, "Just nice?"
He took his phone from her hand and left without responding. Standing on the sidewalk outside the Peep Show building, he unlocked his phone and checked his messages. Otabek answered a few text messages from his coworkers really quick, but then other people start coming out of the building.
He heard a man saying to another man, "Was it just me or did that damn Russian Fairy keep looking at the first window?"
"Fuck if I know, but that shit was hot."
He didn't want to hear anymore, nor did he want to look to see who else was watching alongside him during the show and started to walk away. He heard a door open in the alleyway next to the building and slowly walked in that direction. There was a side door with a dumpster next to it that hid the view from the main street. He saw the golden hair first; the fairy leaned up against the brick building. Otabek wasn't sure why, but he walked down the alleyway toward the golden haired man.
Hearing someone walking his way, the fairy glanced up and saw the dark-haired man walking his way. He smirked, got a cigarette out, lit it. Otabek stopped right in front of him, and noticed he had on black pants again, but now wore just a black jacket tiger's head on the chest, with no shirt underneath.
"May I have one?" He asked, not sure what else to fairy held the pack out to him. He didn't really smoke often, but after what had happened, he felt like he needed one.
"Enjoy the show?" The dancer had a thick accent that Otabek couldn't quite place. He took out a lighter, flicked it, and held it up to the other man. Otabek leaned in, and taking a deep drag he looked back at him and nodded, not really sure what to say.
"You aren't like the others that come," the fairy said in between drags of his cigarette.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, for one, you aren't all old and creepy. I only ever seem to the get the old, creepy pervs."
"As opposed to the young, creepy pervs?" Otabek asked lightly.
The fairy laughed at that. "The young ones always want Chri-… I mean Swiss Alps."
"Ah, yeah, wasn't my type."
"What is your type?"
They locked eyes again, and Otabek's mouth went dry. He swore he was going to find a lake and just drink it later, he was so thirsty.
The fairy chuckled again, taking another drag and blowing the smoke at the taller man. That smirk of his was driving him wild.
"What's your name?"
"Otabek."
"Ah, Beka. I like that." Taking a final drag, he flicked his cigarette down the alleyway to sizzle in a puddle.
"Give me your phone, Beka."
Without thinking, he handed it over. The other man typed in something rapidly, then handed it back. Looking at his phone, Otabek saw "Russian Fairy" typed in along with a phone number.
"What is your name?" he asked, curious.
"Why don't you call me sometime and find out?" With that, the Russian Fairy winked at him and went back inside.
Flicking his half-smoked cigarette to the ground as well, Otabek headed home, debating what the time protocol was to make a phone call? Or a text?
