I live in Niagara Falls, a relatively depressed city economically. Several months ago I lost my job working in an office and went for weeks without working. A month ago I took a job in an adult bookstore, thinking that it was a gross and disgusting place but that I needed the money. For the first few weeks I was annoyed with the parade of men who were obviously there to masturbate, but my boss made it clear that I was not to interfere. My bookstore features a small theater room where about 40 people can sit. Within my first hours it became obvious that the men who went in there were doing more than just watching the videos.
On my first weekend I noticed that a few couples were going into the theater room in the back and I finally worked up the courage to ask one of the women what she was doing there. She told me that she went because it was so erotic watching all of the men masturbating in front of her. In fact listening to her somehow triggered a switch in me and I began to do whatever I could to peek into the room to see what was happening.
By my third week I was hooked. I was leaving the desk regularly (not a problem because a buzzer rings when a new customer enters) to peek through the cracks in the supply closet wall and into the theater section. It wasn't long before my peeking was accompanied by touching. And now I have evolved into a nearly perpetual masturbator. As soon as a crowd gathers in the theater I am peeking, and touching myself. In fact my thinking about what to wear to work now revolves about how easy it would be to get my hands on myself.
It is hard to time the orgasms so that they are not happening just when I am needed at the desk, but the danger of interruptions seems to make the overall experience even more erotic. I am now planning to keep my new job, and I have an entire new philosophy about masturbation.