Page 9 of Always Salty

The woman, however, was the one that I was waiting for.

She opened the sleep center at night, and I needed her and the other one to get inside and turn on all the lights before I could slip into the back and observe.

I’d found a nice little hidey hole in the back of the sleep center. A rarely used room that they didn’t keep ready for patients because the monitors in the rooms were broken, and the owner wasn’t willing to repair them.

Having been into the building twice now during non-working hours, I found out that the room was perfectly located so no one saw into it or accidentally walked into it without purpose.

Also, I’d put in a couple of cameras so I could monitor the rest of the place from my hidden position.

After fifteen minutes, when the patients started arriving, I went right in the front door, unsurprised to find that no one was there.

I moved with purpose through the building right to the back room while the short nurse and the mouthy one were busy with patients.

After I moved to the back room, I got comfortable on the bed behind the curtain, slipped my phone out of my pocket, and deposited one earbud into my ear.

For the next four hours, I watched and listened.

By the time the two women started talking about their sexual desires, I thought I was going to literally die on this mission.

A mask?

Kinky.

I had a mask.

Just knowing that this woman wanted some stranger to fuck her while remaining anonymous really got my crank cranking.

That excitement flagged when my target showed, bitching and moaning the moment he walked through the door and, gasp, found the women doing their jobs.

I listened to him continue to be a complete dick and leave after he’d checked on the patients.

I knew he was supposed to be here for a solid eight hours along with the nurses, but his MO was to leave and come back, and act like he was here the entire time.

And since he was the senior doctor there, no one usually complained.

Hours into the shift, I heard whispers coming from outside the door of the room I was in, and looked up.

“Listen,” I heard the tiny nurse say. “I know this is super, duper crazy but…”

There she went explaining her fantasy again, and I started to slowly rub my dick through my pants.

God, just hearing her explain it sounded…heavenly.

“I, uh…” The doctor she’d been talking to, Craig something or other, was stuttering like a fool.

I guess it wasn’t every day that you got propositioned to fuck someone wearing a mask outside in the dark alley behind their work one day during her lunch break.

A grin played at my lips.

“I know this is insane,” she whispered. “But Dorie told me you belonged to Torment, and I thought this would be okay. You’ve asked me out so many times, and I just didn’t think that you’d be into the same things that I was into. Now that I know you are…”

“I’m, um.” He stuttered some more. “I’m…”

I nearly snorted a laugh.

“Can you give me some time to think about it?” he asked. “I know this sounds stupid, because I really am part of Torment and experience this a lot. But it’s in the safety of a club setting.”

“Would that make you more comfortable if we do it there?” she asked.

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