“Peep Show: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists”

Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Up first: "Peep Show," an anthology of erotic stories about voyeurs and exhibitionists.

The following excerpt is from "Clean and Pretty," by Donna George Storey.

My intercom buzzes again for the fifth time tonight-or is it the sixth?

I wipe my oily hands on a towel, slip on my cotton robe and press down the button.

Hiro's husky voice slithers into my ear. "Jenny-san? You've got another customer. He's ordered ‘Virgin's Forbidden Pleasure' and ‘Breast Soap Show.' Oh, and he says he wants ‘Total Satisfaction.' "

"Don't they all?" I turn toward the security camera and grin. I can't see Hiro, but I can imagine his lips stretching into a wry smile, like we're laughing at the world together.

His voice softens. "Are you tired? You are very busy tonight."

"That's because I'm so clean and pretty. Or at least that's what the expert tells me." I say this all in English and strike a vamp's pose.

He laughs, a low chuckle that twines itself around my chest and squeezes. Time stops, suspended in the hot, damp air. My belly contracts, a sharp sexual twinge. But this is business. As much as I try to forget this, Hiro never does.

"Your customer will be there in a few moments. Thank you again for your hard work," he adds in brisk Japanese. The intercom goes dead.

I'm alone again. But that's my job⎯to be a woman alone with her fantasies.

I lean into the shower stall and start the water. Steam rises up over the glass walls, which don't quite reach the ceiling. In no time, the small room will be thick with mist. It won't be too thick, however, to obscure the figure of a naked woman washing herself for any observer who may have slipped into the room. The careful placement of the spotlights guarantees the honorable customer gets what he's paid for.

I shrug off my robe and hang it on the hook embedded in the mirrored wall. The place really does look like some posh hotel in miniature. Hiro told me he pays special attention to detail for the design of each new club. Reality is the essential foundation of every fantasy, he said, and this was every man's dream, to spy on a girl making herself clean and pretty in a lavishly appointed bath. I'm not sure if it's true, but I do know bathing is an important ritual in Japan, a form of purification that dates back to ancient times. With separate facilities in most public baths in hot springs and inns, the thrill of peeping in on the ladies was no doubt a potent taboo. Hiro readily agreed with my theory, but when I asked if he personally had a thing about watching a girl masturbate in the shower, he only smiled.

The intercom buzzes a brief warning, and I move into action, stepping under the spraying water, my eyes half-closed. The door clicks open. I see a sliver of light from the hall widen then disappear with another click of the latch. Of course, I give no sign I know I'm being watched.

But I do know. It's time for the show to begin.

I arch my neck, letting the water stream over my face and hair. The pose alone suggests innocent wantonness. My lips part, my breasts tilt up and out in offering. The man steps closer. Even through the glass, I can feel the air between us thicken.

I spend a few moments luxuriating in the warmth of the water, then turn and squirt some foamy white soap from the dispenser into my hand. I slowly lather my arms, my shoulders. Timidly, my hands fall to my breasts.

Excerpted from "Peep Show," an anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel and published by Cleis Press.

Donna George Storey is the author of Amorous Woman (Neon/Orion). Her fiction has been published in numerous anthologies, including Do Not Disturb: Hotel Sex Stories and X: The Erotic Treasury. She writes a column, "Cooking up a Storey," for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association.

The book is also on sale at Amazon.

Copyright (c) 2009 by Rachel Kramer Bussel.

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