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James stopped at the food court to grab a burger on his way to the arcade on his break. He was still munching it as he stepped into the strange, dark world of Buck-A-Fuck, starting down the center aisle looking for a vacant right-side-up mouth. They had recently remodeled the arcade. Everything – the stations, the walls, ceiling, and vinyl floor – were all matte black with only dim lights in the aisles. Every second station on each side of the aisle presented an ass, thrust through and trapped in place by the large openings built into the wall. In the unoccupied stations, small but brilliant spotlights focused on the available holes from above and below to show what was on offer, twin spheres of flesh framing the welcoming slits and puckers, their skin seeming to glow in the darkened room. The holes glistened with lube. ...