Otayuri - Madam Lilia's Peep Show

Chapter 1

   How had he lived here on the East Coast all these years and never heard of this place? It took him a week, but he worked up the nerve to see what the fuss was about. The guys at the shop gave him hell for never going and after being ribbed all week he decided it was time to check it out.

So what was how he, Otabek Altin, found himself standing outside the door to "Madam Lilia's Peep Show". Shaking his head, he put his hand on the door handle, entering before he could decide to turn around and just go home.

A harsh, yet beautiful woman sat at a counter. Cigarette dangling from her thin lips, hair pulled severely back in a tight bun - everything about this woman was harsh and severe. She looked up at him, taking a deep drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke in his direction.

He wasn't sure what to do at that point and just stood there, shoving his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight back and forth. She took another drag, giving him that hard stare. Flicked her cigarette and set it in the glass dish next to her.

"Boy or girl?" she said with a deep, harsh accent.

"Male," he choked out.

She snorted and looked him up and down slowly, not even trying to hide the fact that she was checking him out.

"Of course you would." Her eyes continued their journey back up and down his frame. "What a shame."

Getting out her book, she looked over some papers. "I have two starting in ten minutes. They last 30 minutes, we provide you the tissues, you stay behind the glass, they give you show. I have the Russian Fairy and the Swiss Alps. Pick one."

She showed him two pictures. One was a tall, very well-built blonde man with an undercut, round glasses, and stubble on his chin. He had a very sensual smile and was winking in the picture. No, that wouldn't do.

The other was a tall, thin, and lean male. Golden hair reaching his shoulders, he had a harsh look to his green eyes, the eyes of a soldier.

"This one." He said quickly, pointing.

"Ah, the Russian Fairy, yes yes, he has one spot still open. It is yours. Are you paying cash or credit?" He handed her a card and she swiped it. Handing it back, she took up her cigarette again, saying almost by rote, "You'll leave your cell phone with me, you can pick it up after the show. The room is to right, third door, then you will see four more doors, take the last one, show starts soon."

Walking down the hallway, he felt like a fucking idiot. Why the hell was he even doing this? Right, to shut the guys up at the shop. He didn't see what the big deal was. What do I do? He asked himself. Just sit there and watch someone dance around and stuff? He was clueless what this would be. He counted the doors as he walked down the dark hallway and came to the third one. Opening the door he still wasn't sure what to expect. It opened to another larger room and he saw three doors shut tightly already, and one on the end with its door open. Walking to it he could see a small room, painted black; a simple plastic chair stood in the center of the room, and a small table held only a box of tissues. The front of the tiny room had a large window looking into another room which held a shiny pole in the center of the room. Pillows were scattered on the floor, and the walls were painted a deep burgundy, and a chair off to the side. There was a small opening in the window, and Otabek guessed that this was where the tip went.

Taking his black leather jacket off, he spotted a hook on the wall, and hung up his jacket then sat in the chair. Not really sure what to do, he shifted around in the seat, waiting, rubbing sweaty palms nervously on his jean-clad thighs. It was kind of weird knowing there were three other people in the rooms next to him, doing the same thing as him.