Summary : Emmett and Jasper drag Edward along to explore Times Square in the 1970s, when that area was the seediest in the country. All Edward wants to do is go to MoMA. Will he make it there?

I was inspired to write this after watching the Times Square Killer series on Netflix.

Private Room

Edward

1974 Times Square, New York, New York

The whole family was on a trip to the Big Apple. Carlisle and Esme were having a date night at the opera. Alice and Rosalie went shopping on Fifth Avenue. So, Emmett and Jasper dragged me along for a guy's adventure when I would have much rather tagged along to the opera or gone by myself to MoMA. But they wouldn't take no for an answer, Emmett calling me an artsy-fartsy pussy in his head, so I went with them just to prove him wrong.

Emmett led the way to 42nd and Broadway. He'd heard stories of the depravity to be found there, and being vampires, nothing could hurt us, so he wanted to explore it. Jasper was game, curious about what we'd find there. I knew what we were walking into a few blocks before we arrived, the minds of lowlifes, druggies, and prostitutes filtering into my brain.

Once we rounded the corner, the stark reality of the depravity Emmett had heard about confronted us. It was only 4pm but the creatures of the night were already out in full force. A group of prostitutes who barely wore any clothes at all tried to get our attention as we passed by. The square was filled with marquees advertising sex shows and neon signs directing patrons to night clubs and porn shops. There was even a huge billboard towering over the intersection advertising Camel cigarettes, and the man depicted was blowing actual smoke rings into the sky. I had to admit that one was interesting.

"Oh my God, check out these movie titles!" Emmett shouted, pointing to each marquee in turn. "A Taste of Lead! Young Nymphos! The Filthiest Show in Town... that's it, we have to see what they think the filthiest thing is! Come on!" He shouted as he headed across the street, beckoning us to follow him with a big burly arm.

Jasper could feel my disdain. Not coming?

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I'll be at MoMA," I muttered as I turned around and headed back the way we came.

Suit yourself.

Emmett knew I wasn't far enough away when he mentally yelled, You're such a prude, Eddie!

"Don't call me Eddie," I grumbled to myself. I tried to shove my hands in my pockets, but I forgot these front pockets were just for show. I looked normal enough in the standard attire of the time, a white polyester shirt with a splayed neckline and tight saffron bell-bottoms that left little to the imagination. I'd be embarrassed in any other era, but this was the style of the 70s. It would be weird if I didn't wear it; we all tried not to stand out. I couldn't wait for this decade to be over. Surely 80s fashion would be better than this.

Oh my… A man's mental voice infiltrated my brain as he combed the streets for a young hustler he could bring home. I saw him scanning the options, and not finding what he wanted, he turned around and I saw the back of myself walking away from him down the street. Oh, no, look at that ass, don't let him get away. Looks like a young one too.

The man was determined to get me, and I picked up the pace, weaving in and out of people, trying to lose him in the crowd. I really didn't feel like snapping a neck today. There were plenty of boys who wanted sex for money; I had little doubt he'd find what he wanted. This guy wanted me though, so I had to get out of his sightlines. Cursing my height, I waited until the crowd was thick surrounding me, bent so he couldn't see me, and beat it around the corner.

I ducked into a darkened alcove to avoid this man before I got annoyed enough to do something I'd regret. I faced the storefront, so he'd have a harder time finding me. Where'd that pretty boy go? Even his thoughts were slurred with his drug-addled mind. Really want that perky ass. He went down the street and rounded the corner, stumbling along in his fruitless search for my ass.

Now that he was gone, I looked at the storefront I'd hidden in. There was a door-length poster advertising twenty-five cent peepshows in private booths. The girl on the poster was so pretty, a heart shaped face with long thick hair and dark chocolate brown eyes that looked so deep you could drown in them. I was so entranced, my feet unconsciously took me closer. The security guard eyed me as I admired the poster of Isabelle the Enchantress.

Geez, what's this kid doing down here? Gonna get himself in trouble. "Shouldn't you be in school, sonny?"

I sighed and reached into my pocket for the fake ID that listed me as twenty. He looked between it and me a few times. He didn't believe it.

Yeah, right. Eh, money is money. Not my problem. "Let's go," he said, ushering me inside. He led me to a row of booths. Kid's probably a first timer. "Go in, close the door behind you, and put a quarter in the slot. You want to see more, keep feeding it quarters. Enjoy the show."

He clapped me on the shoulder, grimacing as pain shot through his hand at the unexpected hardness. Smirking at him, I stepped inside and closed the door. There was tinny, janky jazz playing and the walls were draped in tacky red velvet. A matching bench was situated in front of a small rectangular horizontal viewing panel, like a mail slot. There was a coin depository to the right of the panel. Gingerly, I sat on the stained bench, vowing to burn these pants afterward. The room smelled of semen and sweat and musty mold. It was unbearably disgusting, so I stopped breathing.

Well, I was here, and I was soiled. I might as well see what was behind the panel. I slipped a quarter into the slot and the peeping window slid open.

Sitting on a plush chair in an otherwise empty room was the girl from the poster, only she wore no clothes. Her long, wavy brown hair obscured her breasts and her legs were tightly crossed, but it was still a shock to see her there. I'd expected a movie, not a live person. I had seen countless naked women in other people's minds. The female form was nothing new to me. But this woman was right in front of me. She was naked just for me.

Then, she made eye contact with me, flashing a sultry smile. Nice eyes, she thought as she swept her hair behind her back, revealing her bosom to my watching eyes. She wasn't too big or too small; her breasts were a perfect handful. Biting her lip, a finger circled her nipple as she held my gaze. I thanked Christ that she could only see my eyes because heat was pooling between my thighs and spreading out, making every inch of my skin tingle. My breath caught as her hands stroked the outside of her crossed legs, teasing me. Her thoughts told me she didn't always uncross her legs, but she thought my eyes were sexy, so she wanted to share her prize with me.

I felt dirty but I absolutely could not look away. I needed to see what she wanted to show me. I rarely saw between a woman's legs in the minds I read; it was usually breasts, butts, and the sex act itself from the man's point of view. This was something forbidden and uncommon, and my anticipation mounted. Just as her knees began to part, the window slid shut.

Quickly, I scrambled for another quarter and paid for the window to reopen, worried I'd miss the show. When the window rose again, it appeared she'd waited for me because she smiled in a sultry way and bit her plump lower lip, undulating her hips. The heat was rushing through me now, the anticipation having me on tenterhooks, and my groin grew tight. If I were human, I'd be blushing at my reaction, but as it was, the pressure was building in my tight bell-bottom pants that didn't exactly leave room for growth. I needed some relief.

My hand cupped my crotch and I couldn't help but moan. She smiled brightly at that and leaned back in her chair. I rubbed my aching erection a few times as she began to uncross her legs. The anticipation was arousing and killing me at the same time. I needed to see.

"BRO!"

My brother's voice boomed, and it was entirely too close. How had I missed his approach? Emmett laughing at me in his mind was all I could hear now. I deflated in all ways instantly, and I heard the window start to slide closed. When I looked back through the shrinking slot, I saw the brunette frowning. She seemed as disappointed as I was.

Jasper was there too and although he was playing along with Emmett on the outside, he was mentally talking to me.

The movie was too dick-heavy so we left. Sorry, Ed, I told him not to follow your scent, but you know Emmett. He took it as a challenge.

I sighed and prepared myself for endless teasing from Emmett for the rest of eternity. I glared at him as I stepped out of the booth.

"You could have at least let me finish," I growled before storming off, the sound of their guffaws following me through the thick Times Square crowd.