("Girl" assessing damage)

Fire Starter



A couple of days ago, I came into work and the guy working the front desk stopped me and said, "Just wanted to let you know that you guys can't burn anything back there anymore . . . you know, like candles, incense, etc." I asked him what happened. He told me that a chair caught fire in the dressing room last night and the fire department had to come and everything. He went on to say that the firemen couldn't tell how the fire started and the girls working at the time said, "the chair just caught on fire by itself." He rolled his eyes and I walked back to the dressing room to assess the damage myself.



I walked in and the dressing room looked totally normal. There was no smoke smell lingering and there was no smoke residue whatsoever. "Girl" was already in the dressing room getting ready. I asked her what happened and she motioned me to follow her into the bathroom. She pointed to a burnt outline of a square. She told me that the chair was in the bathroom when it caught fire and left that mark. I wondered what the chair was doing in the bathroom, anyways. I worked the day of the fire and left at 6:00 p.m. There was no chair in the bathroom at that time. The fire occurred at 9:30 p.m. I thought this was a little suspicious. I imagined one of the girls dropping a cigarette on the chair and catching it on fire. I thought maybe they carried the chair into the bathroom to try to put the fire out with water.



All of a sudden, the lady that works downstairs came into the dressing room with a spray bottle in her hand. She started spraying what appeared to be water into the air. She was moving the bottle as she sprayed in a line up-down and then a line left-right, making a cross in the air. She walked all over the dressing room and up onto the stage, making these crosses with the spray bottle. We finally asked her what was in the bottle. She said, "Holy water."

"Are you serious?" I laughed.

"Yeah," she said.



She went on to tell us that she was there the night the fire started and talked to the girls afterward and believed their story. She said they were really scared and swore the chair "just caught on fire" and even the firefighters had no explanation as to what happened. She told us that this place is haunted and weird things happen all the time. When she's downstairs (in the retail store) by herself, she sometimes hears someone calling her name. When she looks to see who's there, no one's around. She also has to go down into the basement to get supplies once in a while and swears there's something down there, too. She hears noises (thumps and footsteps) and a cold chill always comes over her. She dreads going down there.



"Well, I better get back downstairs," she said. We thanked her for blessing the dressing room (although I don't believe in that) and she left. Girl joked that her skin was burning/tingling from the holy water. She claims she was part of a vampire cult in high school. Nothing serious . . . I think they just bit each other on the neck when they were fucking or something.



We both jumped in our booths and didn't talk anymore about the fire. I didn't really care what happened, anyways. I was just disappointed that I missed out on seeing the firemen come into the dressing room. It would have made a nice picture.








(This is Azar ... hubba hubba)

The Kiss



It was Thursday night and I was working with Azar. A guy walked past me and went into Azar's booth. I thought he looked familiar, but didn't pay much attention. After their show was over, he came into my booth. I peeked through the crack in the shade and saw that it was a guy that I'd done shows with in the past. I wouldn't call him a regular, but I've seen him at least a couple of times before. He put his money in and the shade started going up.



"Hi . . . I thought I recognized you," I said. He smiled and said, "Yeah, you look good." I thanked him and asked if he enjoyed the show with my girlfriend. He smiled and shook his head, yes. I think he might have been a little embarassed that I asked. Some guys try to be sneaky if they've had a show with another girl and are now coming to you. It's also kind of a slam (or at least it feels like one) when they go to another girl after doing a show with you. He told me that he enjoyed the show with Azar and thought she was really hot.



He started asking me questions about two girl shows and if me and Azar had ever done one before. Me and Azar had done one other two girl show, but it was a little awkward. It was her first day at the peep show and she barely knew me . . . when someone wanted a two girl show. We went ahead and did it, but we were both pretty nervous and I'm sure the customer picked up on it. She didn't really touch me much. I think she undressed me and I undressed her, but I did most of the touching after that.



I told him that we had done two girl shows before and I thought she was very sexy. "Really," he said. He wanted to know if I would do a two girl show with Azar for him. I told him that I would love to, but would have to ask her first. I jumped out of the booth and told Azar that the customer she just had was in my booth now and wanted a two girl show with us. She smiled back at me. I asked if she would be interested. "Sure," she said.



We both jumped into my booth and told him how the two girl show works and how much it costs. He told us he had to vist the ATM real quick, but would be right back. We get the "I want to get a show . . . but, I need to go to the ATM first" line all the time. Most of the guys never come back. After a while, you get good at telling which guys are serious and which ones aren't. I knew he would be back.



Azar and I get along really well, but we were still nervous about the show. What if he wanted us to go down on each other? We jumped out of the booth real quick and shared part of a J to relax a little. She handed me a breath mint and popped another in her mouth. "Thanks," I slapped her ass as she climbed back into the booth. I got in behind her and we waited for the customer.



She told me how her and Angel (another dancer) faked going down on each other during a show last week. I know a lot of girls fake two girl shows. She was explaining the technique they used when the customer came back into the booth. He seemed real excited about the show. I closed the shade to the hallway, while he put the money in the machine. As the shade went up, I started feeling a little bit of stage fright coming on. He stood there, smiling. All attention was on us and at that moment, I truly felt like a performance artist, which is what my business license says.



We started by undressing each other slowly . . . hands wandering over each other's naked bodies. Her skin felt so soft and silky. We sat back on our knees facing each other, wondering what we should do next. We both have had experiences with other women, but consider ourselves pretty straight. Well, me . . . maybe some bi-leanings, but definitely not a well-seasoned lesbian. I felt more like a junior high boy playing "five minutes in the closet" with a pretty girl. I think women are very beautiful and I like to look at them . . . all of them. I even fantasize about being with them, sometimes. They really intimidate me, however, and I realize how vulnerable men really are.



The customer finally broke the silence with, "I think it's really sexy to watch two girls kiss." I must concur . . . I thought to myself. I've messed around with girls before, but I've never kissed a girl on the lips . . . I mean full on the mouth with tongues exchanging. The kind of kiss that makes you tingle down there. I was a little excited about this possibility. My only apprehension was that I was wearing bright red lipstick, topped off with a nice thick coat of shiny gloss. I was worried I would cover her milky white skin with it.



She told me that she didn't care and started moving towards me. I moved towards her, too, until I was able to feel her breath on my face. I stretched out my tongue and offered it to her. Her eyes went soft and she took my tongue in her mouth. Feeling her full lips and tongue against mine made me feel dizzy and I pressed my mouth more firmly on her's as I was turned on and I wanted her to know this. I heard the guy in the booth moan. It suprised me a little as I had forgotten where I was for a moment. I resented him for bringing me back.



He told us we looked very sexy kissing and that we could just do that if we wanted. We were enjoying ourselves so we continued. Our hands made their way to each other's breasts. Her breasts felt so soft and full in my hands. My fingers made their way to her nipples and I started rolling them gently in a rythmic motion. I started kissing and licking her neck. I moved downwards until my tongue was now resting on her nipple. I then flicked lightly until her nipple got hard against my tongue. I felt my pussy get wet. I heard Azar sigh and the customer gasped loudly in the background.


I sat up just in time to see the customer come all over the window. He closed his eyes and his whole body relaxed. "Thank you very much . . . that was great," he said, while cleaning himself up. We told him we had a great time, too and he left . . . smiling.




After he left, we both jumped out of the booth and freshened up. Azar's face seemed to make it out without too much damage. However, I looked at her breasts in the light and started laughing. Her areola, which was once a nice pink color, was now smeared red.



While she wiped off her breast, she asked me if I felt weird. "Of course not," I said. "Do you?" I asked. "No . . . it was fun," she smiled.








Happy Mother's Day!



I have a regular that comes in to see me at least once a week. He presents himself as an intellectual man and we often talk about politics and other world events. He seems to enjoy that I have a fairly good brain in my head.



This customer has a particular fantasy that he likes to talk to me about. This fantasy involves his mother . . . in a very intimate way. When this customer initially came to me, he confided that he had some sexual encounters with his mother when he was younger, which she initiated. However, this did not include intercourse. As an adult (I would guess this customer to be in his 40's) he talks about these experiences in a very positive and loving way. His mother is still alive and they still have a close relationship . . . although the days of intimate encounters seem to have ended long ago.



This customer also has a fascination with women's menstrual cycles. When he first started seeing me, he asked where I was at in my cycle. I had never been asked this question, but didn't really seem bothered by it. I told him that my period just ended and he seemed to keep track of my cycle from that point on.



[Side note: The majority of women in the sex industry work through their periods. Most of them just push the tampon farther up and tuck the string inside. There are those times when your period starts in the middle of a show and this can be an interesting predicament. Thankfully, the lighting usually works in our favor and the guys don't normally notice or care at that point. There was one particularly painful moment when I was on my period; I had just arrived at work and a guy wanted a show right away. I jumped in the booth with my street clothes on, which I stripped out of immediately. I laid on my back and spread my legs so that one foot was on either side of the window facing the customer. To my utter horror and dismay, coming out of my pussy was a long white string. I forgot I was on my period. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die, but there was no getting around it. There was absolutely no way he didn't see this. I told him I was sorry and extremely embarrassed. He was so sweet, saying "it's no big deal . . . just leave it," as I frantically tried to push the string in.]




During our shows together, my customer likes for me to be his mom. We do roleplaying and the end dialogue goes something like this:


Customer: Mommy?



Me: Yes, darling.



Customer: Are you ovulating?



Me: Yes, I am. Mommy wants you to get her pregnant . . . she wants your baby.


Customer: Oh, mom.



At this point, the customer closes his eyes and the show is over.



After the show, we laugh a little. I think we both feel a little silly. Sometimes the acting is a little over the top, but we have fun nevertheless. We talk a little after the show and then he leaves . . . until next week.



On a serious note, to all the moms I have (and haven't) worked with in the sex industry, trying to make a life and living for their children and themselves, Happy Mother's Day. I love you, I admire you, and think what you're doing is important and meaningful.







Seattle's Last Adult Theatre, the Man Who Died There, and the Ghost He Left Behind


There are several stories out there about haunted strip clubs and peep shows. We too, have experienced some strange phenomenon at our adult theatre and peep show . . . listen in, why don't you . . .



1. Set & Setting



The first part of this story takes place in the adult theatre, which is located upstairs right next to the peep show. The lay of the land: our building is located just southeast of the Space Needle, downtown Seattle. There are several hotels nearby so many of our customers are from out of town . . . mostly middle-aged business men. The building is probably about 40 years old and is in good condition. It has been remodeled at least a couple of times.



The building has two floors: 1st floor - adult retail store; 2nd floor - adult theatre, peep show, and video booths. The theatre is the only one still showing adult movies in Seattle. They show three movies a day, which play on a continuous loop. The tickets cost $10.00 and you can stay as long as you like. The theatre is open 7 days a week and is open 22 hours a day. It closes between 6:00 - 8:00 a.m. daily for cleanup. The theatre itself holds up to 50 people. On a good night, they usually sell around 30 tickets. The movies shown are mostly straight porn. They used to show gay porn, but I guess someone in corporate didn't approve so they compromised and now show bi-porn once in a while.



There really isn't a stereotype for the guy that visits the theatre. They are gay, straight, bi, old, young, rich, poor, mean, nice, cute, not so, and everything in between. There are regulars that come into the theatre almost on a daily basis. We lovingly call these guys theatre whores/hoes. Many of them have gotten to be friendly with the guys at the front desk and with some of the dancers. Once in a while they do nice things for us like bring in food, candy, beverages, etc. They also let the guys out front know if anyone is breaking the rules in the theatre. This would include, but is not limited to, smoking cigarettes, smoking crack, sneaking into the theatre through a propped door, etc. You are not suppose to masturbate in the theatre, nor have open sexual encounters with anyone, but most of the customers do not complain about this.



The staff make periodic walk throughs to make sure people are behaving and Vice comes through once in a while, too. If Vice sees someone masturbating they normally just let them off with a warning. With this diverse group of men watching porn together, some of them masturbating, others getting it on with each other, I am surprised they tolerate each other so well. If they are straight and two guys are getting it on, they normally just turn a blind eye. You will get the occasional spat between guys because one was hitting on the other and the other wasn't interested and got offended. Sometimes they will try to get their money back, but there is a no refund policy.



There are couples that visit the theatre too, once in a while. There is this strange buzz that goes around when couples come in. I'm not sure if some of the guys have cell phones, but there seems to be some kind of calling tree as guys seem to arrive out of no where shortly thereafter. I have heard stories . . . ranging from couples getting it on with each other in front of other people, to the guy allowing other men in the theatre to get it on with his female partner, while he passes out condoms and watches. I heard one story wherein, the lady was on her period unbeknowst to one of the strangers fucking her. He came out of the theatre afterwards panicked, as he and his clothes were all covered in blood. He told the guys up front that he was worried something was wrong with her, but she ended up being just fine.



The entrance to the theatre is right next to the entrance to the girls' dressing room. The exit to the theatre leads to the hallway where our booths face out. There are three booths and one stage. The bathroom that the guys use is right across from the middle booth. This means that all the guys coming out of the theatre have to walk by us. Many of the gay guys and less friendly regulars will walk by like we are invisible. Sometimes they come out walking kind of funny and we joke that "they must have got it good in there."



Most of the guys do not close the bathroom door when they go in. The urinal is in clear view and you can tell when they have hard-ons because they lean way forward and brace themselves with their forearms so they can aim properly. Once in a while, we'll get guys trying to masturbate in the bathroom, while looking at us. It's creepy because you'll be engrossed in a great book and all of a sudden you feel you're being watched. You look up and some creepy guy is in the bathroom wacking it like a little spider monkey, while leering at you.



This is not tolerated and once we figure out what's going on, they either get the "you're being naughty" sign, which is moving the index finger side to side and pointing to the door to the booth to let them know they need to get a show if they want to do that. If that fails, or if we aren't feeling so nice, they get the extended middle finger and the "I want to fucking kill you" look. We jump out of our booth real fast so they'll think we're coming out to tell on them. They almost always leave as quickly as possible.



2. The End of Tumescence?


Now for the scary part.



This story takes place about six years ago. It was a typical evening at the theater . . . nothing out of the ordinary was going on. It was around 12:00 a.m. when a man came out of the theatre and told the guys working the front counter that he thought there might be a dead guy in there. One of the guys at the counter followed the customer into the theater.



There they found an older gentlemen who appeared to be unconscious. His pants were undone and his penis was out. It appeared he had been masturbating. The people in the theater were asked to leave and they secured the area. They went back out to the counter and called 911. Within minutes, aide units and police arrived at the scene. The gentlemen was pronounced dead, but his body remained at the scene until the coroner arrived at 3:00 in the morning.



They determined that the man was 86 years old and had died from a heart attack around 5:00 p.m. that evening. His body had been sitting in the theater for seven hours before anyone noticed. They carried him out on a stretcher with a sheet covering his body. Some people said he was "stiff all over" and that you could see his penis sticking straight up through the sheet. I thought it must have been a strange sight to see a body being removed from a sex store/adult theater/peep show. I guess a lot of people would like to "go" in this manner if given the choice. I was impressed that an 86 year old man was still enjoying himself.



Things gradually returned to normal after a while . . . but only for a while. Strange things began happening. One evening, shortly after midnight, the janitor was doing his usual rounds. He was walking down the hallway where the video booths are and started to feel the hair stand up on his arm and neck. He thought the air conditioner must have turned on and made him chilly. He turned the corner to see a gray haze/mist floating near the door to the theater. He stood there for a moment not knowing what to make of it and quickly went to find someone. He found the other guy on duty, but of course by that time, it was long gone. The janitor has claimed to have seen this image several times since then. The mist seems to only appear near the entrance to the theater and girls' dressing room. Although . . . it was once seen going down the back staircase that leads to the store below.



The girls also have plenty of stories to tell. These events usually happen when the girls are working alone at night. Normally, there are at least two girls working per shift, but once in a while, someone calls in sick or just doesn't show up so you end up on your own. One girl told me that she was working alone one night and something really strange happened. She was sitting in her booth facing forward towards the hallway. All of a sudden she saw a reflection in the glass of someone walking behind her towards the stage. She thought it was strange that she didn't hear anyone come into the dressing room, but she really wasn't paying attention and was playing music kind of loud. She waited for someone to start talking to her. The guys up front come back to the dressing room periodically to smoke, use the microwave, or to get food out of the refrigerator. Once in a while, dancers drop by to say "hi," or to get something out of their locker. When she didn't hear anyone, she jumped out of her booth to see what the person was doing. She walked up the stairs to the stage where the person should be . . . and no one was there. She checked the other booths and they were empty. She ran to the bathroom and no one was there, either. She checked the other booths and they were empty. She ran to the bathroom and no one was there, either. She soon realized that no one was in the dressing room and there was no explanation as to what just happened. It was after midnight and things were slow. She decided to go home early as she was pretty freaked out.



I work with another dancer, Skye, who had an interesting story. She told me that she was also working alone one evening and was getting into her booth. All of a sudden, she felt someone grab her ass . . . I mean really grab it. She yelled, "hey" and whipped around to see who the fuck was messing with her. She was surprised and unnerved when she realized no one was there. She too, did a thorough search of the dressing room, but found nothing. She told me that this has happened to her on a couple of different occassions. It always happens at night when she is working alone and seems to only happen when she's wearing full bottom white panties. I guess there are a couple of other girls who claim to have had their asses grabbed as well. They claim to have been wearing the same type of panties. Some girls have quit wearing white full bottom panties altogether when they're working alone at night to avoid such encounters.



The most common stories that I hear include . . . seeing movement out of the corner of your eyes, but when you turn to look nothing is there, hearing footsteps and thumping on the wall, and hearing someone go into your booth and pick up the phone, but no one is there when you go to look.



Everyone pretty much agrees that these strange happenings are caused by the ghost of the old man that died in the theatre as none of these events happened prior to his death. Even though these events are still eerie, we have become somewhat accustomed to them and they really do not interfere with work anymore. We just figure he's just some lonely old "dead" guy who likes to hang out with naked girls. Who could blame him?

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