When the show was over, the curtain went down just as slowly. Sometimes I waved farewell as the man on the other side of me disappeared from view. Sometimes the men panicked, reaching toward the glass, bending or kneeling to catch every last glimpse before I was gone.

For some reason the mental image of a guy desperately plastered against the glass, head tilted and slowly moving down to the speed of the curtain just makes me laugh.

ZAZ: She looks freakishly thin. Maybe it's the wide angle lens at work.

Meh, not really. I've seen thinner.

Hm...potential nudity in the thread? I'm sure that I'll be back.

This thread has potential.

She kind of looks like the dead nude girl in my trunk.

hillary: [cdn.everyjoe.com image 500x250]

I always knew Rose was a whore.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I like sexy naked women.

Tits or GTFO

I can fap to this!

You look cool for a naked chick in a booth. Maybe we can be pals some day...

In other words, put some clothes on and call me.
=Smidge=

$35 Wow.

I remember back in the mid 80s it was a buck to raise the curtain and $2 to cop a feel at the place on 7th Ave. w/ no glass in the window.

Cutest face ever.

Quantum Apostrophe: Cutest face ever.

One of the prettiest I've ever come across, certainly.

I, for one, cannot wait for life like androids. It sucks when only 1/2 of a species has a screaming need for sex and the other half considers it some kind of moral cross to bear with great resentment.

I'm not sure how bimbos like this one will ever reach their dreams without scamming desperate men after that but I don't really care either.

"Disappointingly safe for work"

Oh don't worry Subby, the Farkers will fix that soon enough. Oh yes.

I went into one of those places once. It was in Seattle and the sign outside promised beautiful live nude girls. I made my way down the dark musty smelling corridor and stumbled into a little room, just bigger than a phone booth. I plunked fifty cents into the coin box and the curtain slowly rose, revealing a skinny, tattooed girl that couldn't have been more than twenty. The stretch marks on her frail body and the sores that dotted her flesh told of a difficult, fast life and made me sad for her. She wiggled and gyrated to some unheard music, her dead eyes avoiding mine. When the curtain began to drop, she pointed toward a back door and made the international sign of the blowjob. I passed on her offer and have never been in a place like that since.

This is what comes of a mixed religious childhood.

PizzaJedi81: Quantum Apostrophe: Cutest face ever.

One of the prettiest I've ever come across, certainly.

What?!? Where's the "if you know what I mean, and I think you do" ?

I am disappoint, Pizza.

Fish in a Barrel: PizzaJedi81: Quantum Apostrophe: Cutest face ever.

One of the prettiest I've ever come across, certainly.

What?!? Where's the "if you know what I mean, and I think you do" ?

I am disappoint, Pizza.

Please, that one's innuendo laden enough on its own. If I wanted to do that, I'd say something like...

I'd make her make a cute face, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.

I would have been going to school in Ann Arbor at around the same time. I got a degree in engineering. I knew people in the theatre program and I always assumed most of them would realize one day that their degrees basic worth was that it could be burned as fuel once they became homeless. They did seem to have way more fun than I did at school though. There are tradeoffs everywhere.

pottie: I went into one of those places once. It was in Seattle and the sign outside promised beautiful live nude girls. I made my way down the dark musty smelling corridor and stumbled into a little room, just bigger than a phone booth. I plunked fifty cents into the coin box and the curtain slowly rose, revealing a skinny, tattooed girl that couldn't have been more than twenty. The stretch marks on her frail body and the sores that dotted her flesh told of a difficult, fast life and made me sad for her. She wiggled and gyrated to some unheard music, her dead eyes avoiding mine. When the curtain began to drop, she pointed toward a back door and made the international sign of the blowjob. I passed on her offer and have never been in a place like that since.

That had Pocket Ninja potential, but then quickly devolved into a Bukowski rant. I has a sad now.

CrispFlows: Stupid fark won't allow png files of a decent size.

Link to the picture (new window)

Anyone know where I can find a read through on photography tricks like this? I'm always interested in advertising gimmicks, and similar things, just to learn how the world is F'ing with my head.

Pretty cool story actually.

And a good illustration how desperate men are exploited by a sex industry that also too often exploits women. I could not tell from that article, but how much did these desperate men pay per hour? What percentage of the take did she get vs. what the establishment got?

This is also why all forms of sex work (for adults you pervs) should be fully legalized and not cordoned off into ghettos of shame like strip clubs are in most areas I know of. She could have earned more for less work "escorting", if she wanted too, and if it was legal. But that is a legacy of our puritanical past. In legal businesses, and businesses accepted by society, people are protected, even if minimally, by labor laws.

hillary: [cdn.everyjoe.com image 500x250]

That's when I realized - If the show is about a whore and they show her carrying shopping bags on the cover of the dvd, don't bother with it. It's not intended for guys.

"There was a rustle in the plastic chains separating the peep-show room from the rest of the store. I looked up: An Eighth Avenue street hustler was leading a toothless, drunken geezer into the peep-show area. The hustler pointed at me and whispered to the oldster, then collected money from the man and peaced out

Now, the duped drunk was lurching over to me, reeking of booze, his gray hair sticking up wildly.

"I already paid $100 for a BJ," he growled, a Southern twang seeping through his alcohol-slurred voice, "and I'm not gonna leave until I get one!" I calmly called for security. My indifference infuriated him even more, and he pounded on the wall in frustration. Two porters appeared and grabbed him by each elbow, hauling him backward out the door."

Southerners.

Predictable claptrap. Yet another oh-so-woeful story about a woman "forced" by circumstance to work in the "sex" industry where she makes good money but questions what she is doing. Yawn.

Of course, she has a traumatic experience (a guy *almost* tries to sort of get NEAR her, the horror!) and she eventually quits.

After I quit the peeps, I fell in love with a guy, Matt, who hated the fact that I'd worked there. "You had to work in a cage," he kept saying in disbelief, over and over.

Wow, what a tool.

You can't touch the merchandise

She started reading the New Yorker at 12? Something is seriously wrong with her.

Rev. Skarekroe: There are still Times Square peep shows? Where are they, between the Pop-Tarts store and the Applebee's?

8th Ave still has a little sleaze, but its quickly disappearing.

Once, a customer who told me he was a reporter at the Daily News asked me what I really wanted to do with my life - and what was I was doing in a place like this?

The most contemptuous individuals in the sex biz are the "Captain Save a Whore" types. The girls despise them most of all.

BTW, this girl's story is as old as the hills. They end up where they end up because they are going to "succeed" no matter what. Hubris, arrogance....she's got it.

brap: Interesting. If you would like insight into the sleazy hey day of Times Square peeps and the sleazoid peak of the sex industry I highly recommend Josh Friedman's Tales of Times Square. It is equal parts hilarious, informative, and "I need a shower."

If you haven't seen it I also recommend Tannenbaum's photos of NYC in the 70's. Some great shots of Times Square, Studio 54 etc. Captured at the height of sleazy NYC. There is a link to all of the galleries here. (new window) Warning some photos are NSFW. The nightlife and music galleries are pretty awesome.

Duplicate from about 6 months ago.

It's five or ten or whatever *to start"... the girls play at stripping, but never give up any goods during the first peep. They tease so that the clock runs out and you have to keep paying to keep the window open thru several of the timed periods. That's why the gal was making more money.

Not good value for money, and really, why DO these exist since the internet?

I guess she's cute but no tits means I'll be asking for my money back

matthew_tray: pottie: I went into one of those places once. It was in Seattle and the sign outside promised beautiful live nude girls. I made my way down the dark musty smelling corridor and stumbled into a little room, just bigger than a phone booth. I plunked fifty cents into the coin box and the curtain slowly rose, revealing a skinny, tattooed girl that couldn't have been more than twenty. The stretch marks on her frail body and the sores that dotted her flesh told of a difficult, fast life and made me sad for her. She wiggled and gyrated to some unheard music, her dead eyes avoiding mine. When the curtain began to drop, she pointed toward a back door and made the international sign of the blowjob. I passed on her offer and have never been in a place like that since.

That had Pocket Ninja potential, but then quickly devolved into a Bukowski rant. I has a sad now.

sometimes there are no happy endings

stiletto_the_wise: Duplicate from about 6 months ago.

Oh please. it has been 6 MONTHS. Same day dupes or next day is one thing. But 6 MONTHS?

Go be eidetic somewhere else.