Part 2

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It took Heidi's eyes a moment to adjust within the darkness of the theater. As she waited for sight, her other senses were drenched with sensations. A sweaty and musky scent filled the air and her nostrils, thick enough to taste on the back of her tongue. Moans and groans, the creaking of furniture, and pleased gasps of others were mixed with similar sounds flickering on the screen.

When she could make out the theater, she found it segmented into three areas. Not including the screen currently displaying lascivious acts.

Near the front, closest to the movie, was an open area populated with loveseats and couches. A spattering of people were down there, getting intimately acquainted on the cushions. In the middle, rows of regular theater style seating where other patrons were desperately masturbating or receiving a blowjob or handjob from a companion.

Closest to Heidi, near the back, were a number of three-sided booths with love seats or benches of their own. As expected, there were holes drilled into opposing walls for anonymous fun. After surveying, Heidi realized the booths had an option to pull down a fourth wall, encasing the insiders. Likely the added wall was for not playing participants, people who just wanted to engage in the gloryholes, or exhibition.

As she observed and made sense of what was available, Heidi wasn't surprised to see an array of ancestries among the patrons. Demons, humans, orcs, thropes of varying sorts, minotaurs, and more. There were far more people than she thought would be present on a Tuesday night, too. Coupled with the sights and sounds, it was a little overwhelming.

While Heidi took in the theater, Jek leaned back against a wall and watched the raunchy and explicit scenes play. Tonight's movie was The Gnoll Next Door, wherein a lady gnoll had a variety of fun with the neglected housewife next door and, after a while, a delivery man. It was a newer flick added to the rotation, but Jek had already watched it as part of the vetting process.

Still, it was a porno that got the blood pumping. Not that the movie was the only thing drawing Jek's eye. Sometimes, it was fun to just watch his patrons enjoy themselves in the dark.

It was only when Heidi moved that he pushed off the wall. Unsurprising to Jek, she chose a booth big enough for both of them in a less-populated corner. He couldn't imagine her doing much more than a gloryhole handy jay, so it made sense. She settled onto the loveseat, at the very edge of the cushion with her purse on her knees and her back ramrod straight, as he settled down beside her. 

Heidi's heart tripped in her chest as he sunk into the cushion beside her. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Jek leaned back, legs splayed comfortably and his arms resting along the back ledge of the loveseat. If she could bring herself to relax back, she'd feel his arm along her shoulders.

That thought made her stomach clench with feelings she couldn't quite place. Instead, she focused on the entertainment, which everyone else seemed to be highly enjoying. It was a typical porno-verse storyline. Neighbors getting to know each other, plus the ever-present delivery man. Though Heidi had to give props for using a gnoll actress. They hadn't shied from creative uses of gnolls' particularly pronounced clits.

It wasn't really enough for Heidi, though. Interesting concepts, some cute banter, but nothing that really revved her up. The characters were bland and hollow. Plus, without some sort of tension, it was kind of boring.

Turning to Jek, curiosity and perhaps a little exasperation colored her hushed tone, "Do you actually find this arousing?"

Jek angled his head toward her, surprising her by leaning closer. "Sorry, hard of hearing in my left ear. What was that?"

"U-um, do you actually find this arousing?" She mumbled into his pointed ear, noticing how the dangling resin skull earring swayed. She forced herself to not be quieter than before as his body heat grazed over her. This close she could smell him, something smoky and woody, more so than the room at large.

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