I started out at Taboo –they have two of these in Portland, Oregon. MY LOVE and I have been to both of their stores before, with good and bad results, but I just wanted to see what the place was like. When I went in, it was small, but packed well with sex toys and videos. The way to the arcade/viewing area was not too obvious, but eventually the “Arcade” sign caught my eye. I walked back to the very small, dirty viewing area and looked around. There were probably a dozen booths, and as I have described before, they do NOT cover the person inside of them completely. You are not allowed complete privacy. It is against the law for two people to be in a booth at the same time, so they hang the doors to the booths about two feet above the ground, and make it so that the head and shoulders of the person inside are also visible to anyone standing outside. The point? So that anyone working there can walk through and make certain there is only one person in a booth. But I’m getting off course…
… I opened a few doors and looked inside – fucking filthy! – and then I went far enough, back in the darkness, that I found three booths with glory holes in them. It was clear that these holes had been made by the customers, through many years of deliberate destruction. They were jagged and messy, or gaping and at the wrong height. On the floor was a pair of underwear that looked too small for anyone over 18 years of age to have been wearing, and the smell in the mostly-enclosed space was pretty bad. I did not stay to sample their videos.
Driving a few blocks away I parked, fed the meter, and walked a couple of blocks in the cold to the Lusty Lady. This is one of the places MY LOVE and I visited on our last trip to Seattle. They have booths where you can see live dancers, instead of watching videos. This was something we both wanted to see, and take advantage of, because it would be exciting and inexpensive to do. Getting a private dance anywhere we’ve lived or visited is quite expensive, especially if you want to get nasty with each other while the dancing is going on. That’s something you can’t do in a strip club, and traditionally porn shops do not have live dancers like this. At least, not behind the peek-a-boo screens and one-way glass. It would be an absolute treat to get some oral attention from MY CUNT while watching a nasty slut dance in front of us. We kind of hoped there would be enough room so that we could fuck, and maybe the dancers would get a show. I can tell you now, there is definitely NOT enough room in one of these booths for two people. There’s barely enough room for one.
I stepped into a booth and fed the machine a couple of dollars. A metal/plastic/aluminum/? screen in front of me rose, and I could see into a wide, mirrored room with several ladies dancing around. I’d chosen a booth with traditional glass, so that I could see the girl and the girl could see me. Even though I’m supposed to be devouring their bodies with my eyes, I often get aroused by a smile, or a lusty glance my way. A good set of tits and a nice, tight body do something too. Watching a woman shove fingers in her orifices is pretty hot as well. Basically, I’m easy to please, as long as the performer doesn’t look bored. Some of these ladies looked very tired, but there was one that was really doing a good job. I watched her press her breasts against the glass and get up so that she could spread her legs in the window for some faceless man. For every window that was two-way (you could see the dancer and the dancer can see you) there were two that were one-way (you could see the dancer but the dancer could not see you). I didn’t see any lights to indicate which booths were occupied, but looking in the mirrors across from me, I could definitely see which two-way mirrored booths were occupied. The dancers did not flock to the booths with faces peering back at them. In fact, they seemed to very slowly make their way to different sections of the room, where they would spend a little time before moving on. My two dollars got me a good glance of the room, and the ladies, and I decided I wanted to see a few more minutes. I stepped out of my booth and headed towards the front to get some change.
Now, I’ve never been in a booth that took anything but dollar bills. I’ve heard of systems set up to accept tokens, but never been in one. Walking towards the front of the store, I saw a change machine, and stopped to slip a five-dollar bill in it. Don’t ask me why, but I was expecting five one-dollar bills to come out of the machine, instead of quarters. I was a bit excited, and a bit stoned I guess. I took the coins to the man at the front of the store and asked if he’d give me five singles for the stack of quarters, but he explained that the machines in the booths accepted them. Surprised, I went back to the viewing area and tried to find an empty booth. The one I’d been in was occupied, but I found one with the one-way glass in it and decided that was good enough. Stepping inside, I began to push quarters into the machine.
What a pain in the ass. The screen slid up, but in order to keep it up I had to keep plugging in quarters. You didn’t get very much time for a quarter, which means I didn’t get very much time with my cock. One hand was on it while the other was trying to blindly feed the coins into the slots. Silly. And when one of them missed the slot and fell to the floor you can bet your ass I didn’t stoop down to pick it up. Yuck! The good part was, I got lucky and found myself in a booth that one of the more enthusiastic dancers was spending some time in front of. She had a nice, soft, natural body and seemed to enjoy watching herself in the mirrors. She turned her back to me and spread her legs, sliding her fingers inside her little pussy. The thing looked used and abused, but it also looked tiny. Tight. When she turned, squatted down, and looked right into the one-way glass, I swore she was looking right at me. It was a neat trick. I only had to look across the room and see that the glass she was squatting in front of was black to know that she couldn’t see me at all. But that look was the thing that put me over the edge. I dumped my load on the floor and then stood there watching for a while afterwards. I thought about taking out my camera and shooting some video, since she couldn’t see me and wouldn’t know, but decided not too. Even without showing her face, that’s just rude.
I don’t know. If I lived in or near Seattle, I could probably make that experience a regular habit. I’d like to learn more about it. Can you communicate with the ladies, and how do you get them to stay by your window when they don’t even know if anyone is on the other side? There were no lights, or anything else visible to me, that I thought was an indicator of whether the booths were empty of occupied. At least, not from the girls’ perspective. Just makes me wonder if it’s all random, and how often they wind up dancing in front of empty rooms? Believe me, if I lived here I’d find out. This was a very cool way to waste an hour of my time. I was tempted to go back when MY LOVE was busy again but I resisted. My loads are for her.
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