The Girl in the Display Window Chose Me Over Everyone Else

You were with your group of friends, coming back from some club or a bachelor party, and someone decided to cut through the street of the display windows. They were laughing too loud, the way men laugh when they’re nervous and don’t want it to show.

There were four of them. They stopped in front of every pane like kids in front of a bakery window, looking, commenting, nudging one another. The girls inside danced, touched themselves, got bored. You laughed with the others, but your eyes were looking for something different. And then they came to mine.

I was sitting on the bench, with my legs spread wide open and my red heels planted in the floor. Black hair down to my waist, brown skin, a big mouth made to open. I had a pierced navel, two small rings through my nipples linked by a thin chain, and between my ass cheeks, peeking out, a red jewel the size of a hazelnut fixed to the plug I’d been wearing since before the shift started.

My tits were the first thing anyone saw. A huge, natural cup, heavy, with the nipples raised by the air in the place. The second was my hand between my legs, moving slowly over my clit. The third, if you had patience, was me. My eyes.

Your friends kept talking. You had stopped speaking.

You slowly lifted your gaze from my red heels to my calves, my knees, my thighs, until you stopped at the wetness shining between my legs and running in a thin line down to the red jewel. You swallowed. I saw it.

I raised my hands over my stomach, scratching my skin with my nails, painted red too. I pinched my nipples, tugged the rings so you’d feel the little jolt on my face, and brought my fingers up to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked my fingers, slowly, never taking my eyes off you. And that was where we met.

You. Only you.

I wanted you to come in. I wanted you to leave your friends in the street and open the door and pay whatever you had to pay. But you didn’t. You stayed stuck to the glass like a kid, and at that moment the side door opened and another man came in.

***

The red light dimmed. You knew how it worked: when the light goes down, there’s a client. Only the girl’s silhouette stays lit for the people watching from outside. Everything else falls into shadow.

The man was much bigger than me. I didn’t see his face. I didn’t need to. He grabbed my waist, turned me half around, and shoved me against the bench with my tits flattened and my eyes on you. He lifted my hair and, without saying a word, yanked the plug out of my ass. I looked at you with my mouth open and pain in my eyes. He put the plug between my lips, pushed it to the back of my throat, and closed my mouth with his hand.

He opened it again. I was still looking at you.

—Don’t spit it out —I heard behind me.

I didn’t spit it out. I bit down on the plug and clenched my teeth.

What came next you didn’t see fully, but you understood it from my face. He rammed into me in one blow, my whole body went rigid, my tits bounced against the bench, and I let out a cry muffled by the jewel between my teeth. His hands held my hips, fingers dug in. He spat on my ass and kept tearing into me slowly, unhurried, merciless. I pulled on the chain through my nipples to feel something stronger than that, so I wouldn’t look away from you.

You clenched your jaw. Your friends kept laughing beside you, elbowing one another, not understanding a thing. You understood. You saw my eyes begging you not to leave.

The man shoved two fingers into my cunt while he kept fucking me from behind. I felt how he swelled inside me, how he held back, how he let go. One long, deep thrust, all the way in, and the heat filling me from within. Then his shadow moved away. The light came back up. You were still there.

***

I slid off the bench with my legs shaking. I got down on all fours on the floor, right in front of the glass, right in front of you, and let the semen run down my thighs. I collected it with two fingers, lifted it so you could see it clearly, and put it in my mouth. I tasted it, showed it to you on my tongue, swallowed it.

I pulled the plug from my mouth, cleaned it with my tongue, and shoved it back into my ass. The red jewel gleamed again in its place. I smiled.

One of your friends couldn’t take it anymore. He almost caught me by surprise when I heard him come in. He was the shortest one, the one who had been laughing the loudest. He grabbed my hair, laid me on my back on the bench with my head hanging over the edge and my legs spread in a V toward the ceiling. From that position I could still see you, upside down, but I could see you.

He shoved himself into me in one go. My eyes rolled back for a second, just enough to lose you for an instant. When I came back to myself, you were closer to the glass. Your left hand rested against it. Your right was inside your trouser pocket.

Your friend held the chain of my nipples and pulled upward. I felt the burn, the rings tightening, the nipples pointing to the ceiling like two little magnets. He fucked me like he wanted to break me. His buddies cheered him on from outside, slapping the glass. It lasted five minutes, maybe less. For me, it was enough to feel the first edge of orgasm, that dizziness that hangs there and never quite falls. But I didn’t want to fall with him. I wanted to fall with you.

He came inside me. Another spurt, another heat, another mixture. He climbed off the bench waving his hands like he’d won something.

***

I pressed myself against the glass from inside. I flattened my tits against it, left two round, wet prints at the level of your chest. I lowered myself slowly until I was squatting, my knees wide open, my cunt and ass pointing toward your face through the glass. The semen started to leak from both places at once. I scooped it up with my fingers, sucked them, showed you.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. Your hand was still inside your pants. I saw it in the bulge, in the rhythm, in the ragged breathing that left little fog marks on the glass every time you exhaled.

Another one of your friends came in. This one was taller, wore a dark hoodie, and came up behind me while I was still squatting. He grabbed my mane, tipped my head back, and rested his cock on my tongue. He laid the chain of my nipples across his shaft, letting the rings hang and tugging at my skin with his own weight.

Watch me. Watch only me.

I looked at you from the corner of my eye while I sucked your friend off. I touched you through the glass with my gaze. And then I saw your hand moving inside your pocket, decisive, unapologetic.

—Yes —I said, with no one able to hear me—. Do it. For me.

***

I lowered my free hand to my cunt and started rubbing my clit in quick circles. I could still feel the first man’s semen inside me, hot and thick. I took the chance to shove my whole fist in. Your friend let out a moan and pushed harder against my throat. I let him. I gave him tongue, I gave him palate, I gave him both hands when I pulled the other one out of my cunt and slid it up his balls. But my eyes stayed locked on you.

I was begging you. I was pleading with you without saying a word. I wanted to feel you. I wanted you to open my display-window door and bury yourself inside me. But we weren’t going to touch. I understood that in the last second. And yet, we were going to come together.

Your friend yanked his cock out of my mouth and came all over my face, my neck, my nipples. I was left covered in semen, painted like a broken doll. And I didn’t care. I was only looking at you.

My body started convulsing. The first spasm tore through me from the inside. The second made me open my mouth in a soundless moan. The third shot out, a squirt slamming into the glass, staining it right at the height of your face. Another. And another. I couldn’t stop.

You pulled your pants down just enough. One hand pressed the glass and the other gripped your cock. I came while you came. Your semen splattered the glass on the outside, mine on the inside. The two stains overlapped in the reflection. One second. Only one second.

***

I dropped to my knees on the floor, my body still shaking, my breathing ragged. I crawled toward the glass, pressed my lips to the place where your load was sliding down outside, stuck out my tongue and licked from the inside as if I could get through it. You put your lips to the other side, at the same spot, and we kissed through the glass.

I felt another spasm. The last one. The smallest one. The most mine.

You walked away slowly. Your friends were calling to you from the end of the street, shouting, saying something to you. You kept walking without turning around, all the way to the last step. And, at the last step, yes. You turned your face.

By then another man had already come in.

He had me against the glass, one hand on my nape and the other making its way between my ass cheeks. My tits were crushed against the pane, leaving two new circles over the old ones. My face was pressed to the same spot where your mouth had been a minute earlier. And your load was still there, decorating my cunt from the other side of the glass while another man fucked me, not knowing that in that instant I was still yours.

You lifted a hand. I didn’t know if it was a greeting or a goodbye.

I didn’t care. You were taking everything with you.