Home Sweet Home ch.23 (Patreon)

Harry dropped Daphne off at home but didn’t turn off the motorcycle’s engine.

"Just put the helmet in the cargo net at the back," he said. "I have a few errands of my own to run."

"Can you buy more salt and vinegar chips on your way back?" Daphne asked.

"Are you pregnant or something? Am I doomed to cater to your cravings whenever they arise?"

"Let me rephrase that." Daphne stepped closer, perhaps to intimidate, but it only made him more aware of her cleavage. "On your way back, get more salt and vinegar chips."

"Alright." He didn’t hide his lingering glance at her breasts. She didn’t try to stop him.

First, he headed to Ryan’s Retro Repair, the remote in his pocket, hoping he had enough money to cover the labor cost. Lorenzo was manning the counter again, looking bored and reading another comic book with a relaxed posture in his chair.

"Ah," Lorenzo said. "It’s... what’s his face."

"Harry," he said.

"Did the watch batteries finally work out, Harry?"

"Unfortunately, no." Harry looked at Lorenzo, trying to gauge his reliability. "I need some help, but I also need your professional discretion."

"You’ve got it!"

Lorenzo looked excited, which didn’t comfort him. In Harry’s experience, people who shared secrets were usually the most excited when they heard them.

"My... friend thinks his girlfriend might be cheating on him," he said cautiously.

"That sucks." Lorenzo patted him on the shoulder. "You should tell your 'friend' that there are always more fish in the sea."

"Yeah, of course, but let’s say it’s more complicated and he needs proof," Harry said. "For starters, he’s trying to trace a vibrator that’s at the other end of this remote, which inexplicably showed up in his couch cushions."

He pulled out the remote and handed it to Lorenzo, who frowned and removed the battery cover.

"I don’t know," Lorenzo said. "Maybe I could fix it, but it would take some time. Better to take it to a shop that sells these things. Sometimes there’s a trick or a hidden button that lets you reset it. There’s one nearby, I think on Marlon Road."

"That’s your professional opinion?"

"You can come back if it doesn’t work out," Lorenzo said. "I also have some hidden cameras and a tracking tag that works via Bluetooth. That might be more fruitful than hunting down a sex toy, if you catch my drift."

"I will catch you. How much for those?"

"A little over three hundred for both," Lorenzo said. "Maybe more."

Harry winced. "That’s a bit too much for me right now. Anyway, I could just rent or borrow them for a while?"

Lorenzo started to shake his head, then hesitated. "Well... there’s one thing. The Better By Night sex toy shop has a... special bathroom. With, you know... a glory

 hole."

"Are you shitting me?"

"I’ve heard rumors," Lorenzo said. "I even went there once myself, but the atmosphere was so intense. I didn’t have the guts to try. Still don’t. But I never stopped wondering what would’ve happened if I had. You feel me?"

"Unfortunately, I do. If I get you a story about this glory hole, will you help me out?"

"I’ll let you buy them and return them within thirty days," Lorenzo said. "We usually don’t accept returns on such items."

"Deal. Thanks."

"If you pull this off, I’ll be the one thanking you," Lorenzo said. "And hey, tell your friend that everyone gets cheated on eventually. It sucks, but you get through it."

"Thanks, I will."

"And tell him I know plenty of ways to burn a cheating bitch to get revenge," Lorenzo said. "Tell him he should go all out and stop at nothing to settle the score. Tell him he should fuck her best friend or even her mother if he gets the chance..."

"I’ll make sure he hears all of that," Harry said, forcing a smile.Starlight was located at the end of a long, potholed road and was clearly a commercial space that had once been a much larger building. The exterior facade was made of noble brick, and the building featured both a second floor and a spacious fenced-in yard with a doghouse but no dog. This last fact unsettled Harry for reasons he couldn’t quite place, though he tried not to dwell on it unnecessarily.

He paused to wonder who opens a sex shop and specifically thinks about building a doghouse in the yard. The windows were equally suspicious, each tinted a sinister dark purple, with neon in one depicting a cartoon pair of boobs and the words "Starlight." Harry couldn’t help but chuckle slightly despite his nervousness.

He entered through the front door. The interior was dimly lit, and the air carried a cocktail of incense and more dubious scents. Harry saw a rack of intimidatingly lewd DVDs, even by his loose standards, and frowned.

"Can I help you?" a soft, feminine voice called out.

He looked away as if caught watching porn, despite being in the one environment where it was permissible. The woman behind the counter was tall, almost his height, and probably around his mother’s age. She had long dark hair, tanned skin, and wore a forest green turtleneck that was tight enough around the chest to give him an idea of her ample bust size.

"Maybe you can." He smiled, trying to figure out how to explain, where to start. "Do you sell sex toys here?"

"Yes." Her voice was a generous, patient purr, as if she knew it was his first time in such a place.

"Vibrators?" He felt his neck heat up slightly and reminded himself there was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Every kind of vibrator you can imagine," she said with a laugh. "Probably a few others too."

"Great. My friend is trying to track down a vibrator that matches this remote." He pulled it from his pocket. "We found it in his couch. He thinks it might belong to his girlfriend or... someone else."

"I see." The woman frowned. "Interesting situation. Don’t worry, I know how to be discreet."

"Thank you... Narcissa," he said, reading the name tag on her sweater. "It’s a situation I’d prefer to keep private."

"That’s what we specialize in here. Look around, and I’ll check this out. Maybe something will catch your eye?"

She smiled at him as he handed her the remote. He hadn’t come with the intention of making a purchase, but something in her tone almost encouraged him to play the part of a curious shopper.

Shelves and racks were arranged in a way that seemed designed to keep customers within direct view of the counter at all times, which made sense. Because of this, Harry was always aware that Narcissa could see him, at least peripherally, as he browsed lubricants, magazines, an array of sex dolls and toys, and more porn DVDs than he’d ever seen in one place.

He wasn’t prudish or conservative about sex by any means, but it was still a lot to take in. He thought of Astoria and could almost hear her moans as his gaze fell on a box of vibrating cock rings. His erection stirred, and he saw a hallway with an arrow and a restroom sign indicating the way to the bathroom. Lorenzo’s request came back to the forefront.

"Can I use the restroom?" he asked.

"Oh." Narcissa had a strange smile on her face. "Yes, of course. It’s at the end of the hallway. Fully equipped."

"Thanks."

He walked down the hall to a single door with a pictogram suggesting it was a unisex room. He pushed inside and was surprised by two things. The first was that there were two stalls, despite the room being rather tight and intimate. The second was how clean the place was, right down to a scent that had a fresh, citrusy sweetness.

Not for the first time in recent days, Harry wondered what exactly he was doing as he entered one of the stalls. The glory hole was immediately obvious and clearly intentional, with a smooth and polished metal ring even embedded in the wood to ensure maximum comfort and ease of cleaning. The only problem was that apparently no one was in the other stall.

The bathroom door opened, and he froze. He held his breath, listening intently for who might have entered. He heard the sound of high heels clicking on the tiled floor, stopping right outside the stall next to his. His heart raced even faster, and the faint, feminine hum confirmed it was a woman.

She slowly entered the stall and closed the door behind her. A few seconds passed.

He assessed his situation. He was in a sex shop bathroom, about to stick his dick through a glory hole. It was the kind of thing he’d seen in countless porn films but never in a million years thought he’d be doing himself. His erection, however, had other ideas. It throbbed in his pants, hardening with anticipation and curiosity.

Harry waited another torturous second, silently debating with himself. He thought of Narcissa and the way she’d looked at him. There was something about her, an intensity or wildness in her eyes, that made him almost certain that if she were on the other side of that partition, she would blow him if he went for it.

But... he couldn’t be sure it was her. Not entirely. Another customer could have come in. It was a possibility, a risk, but he had to take it. Unable to resist any longer, Harry unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening dick.

He couldn’t believe he was even considering this. On one hand, it was a great opportunity to step out of his sexual comfort zone, and besides, he’d promised Lorenzo. On the other hand, what if it wasn’t Narcissa on the other side of the partition? What if it was some random guy? That thought should have deterred him, but instead, it only heightened the thrill.

He looked around the dimly lit bathroom one last time, making his decision. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he pushed his eager erection through the hole. He waited anxiously for a response from the other side. Seconds passed like hours, then he felt something warm brush against the sensitive shaft of his cock. Fingers.

He heard a quiet laugh, which sounded feminine, but... not quite like he imagined Narcissa’s laugh. Familiar, maybe not. It was hard to tell with nothing else to go on. He realized a few seconds had passed with no additional contact, and his excitement began to wane.

Then he felt a pair of warm, wet lips wrap around the head of his cock.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

The mysterious woman on the other side sucked him enthusiastically and skillfully, drawing his member almost entirely through the hole to the point where he was fully hitting the partition as her tongue teased and caressed his sensitive underside. Harry leaned against the wall, fighting the urge to moan, trying to stay composed.

This was more than just stepping out of his sexual comfort zone. He was literally in a public place, getting blown by a stranger. He wondered what Narcissa must be thinking if it really was her on the other side. Was this something she did with all her customers? Had he somehow pushed her buttons?

He felt the mysterious woman’s hand wrap around his shaft, stroking his length while she continued to tease his swollen head with her mouth and tongue. Taking a breath, Harry pressed even harder against the partition, thrilled by the tiny jolts of sensitive pleasure.

It was as if the sensation of the blowjob was completely isolated and refined, his attention focused solely on that feeling, with no distractions. The woman’s mouth took him deeper, and he groaned, realizing he was almost drooling.

The blowjob became even more intense as the mysterious woman increased the pace, squeezing him tightly enough, her tongue and mouth working at just the right speed. Harry was already so aroused and so overwhelmed by the dirtiness of what they were doing that it was hard not to cum immediately.

He heard a faint giggle, and that was all he needed to reach his climax. Harry exploded with pleasure, groaning as he released his seed through the hole. The mysterious woman swallowed the first spurt but almost immediately pulled away. He felt exposed but less so when he heard the other stall’s door open. The sink ran for a few seconds before she left the bathroom.

Only then did he realize that if he really wanted to know for sure, that would have been the moment to leave the stall. No great loss. He looked down at his pants and boxers around his ankles, his cock still hard and slick, and sighed with relief.