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Friday, June 27, 2003






(Isis)



(Isis)







(Isis)

Isis just started working at Fantasy. I worked with her tonight for the first time and let me just say . . . she is gorgeous.


Thursday, June 26, 2003





(Dezyre)








(Whisper)

Heart of Gold

There are many women in the sex industry who have hearts of gold. I was fortunate enough to meet and work with a woman by the name of Whisper . . . well, that's her stage name anyways.

Whisper's last day at Fantasy was Monday. She hadn't been working there long, and I didn't get a chance to add her picture to the cast. She worked with Girl and I during the daytime.

She was older than Girl and I and seemed to mother us a little (in a good way). She would always bring us little snacks . . . grapes in little baggies, crackers, energy bars, party mix, etc. When she wasn't feeding us, she was bringing us books, software, vitamins . . . you name it. She was always thinking about us.

One week, I took a couple of days off of work to help out my mom and she called to make sure I was all right and to let me know that she missed me. When I came back to work the next week, she greeted me with a huge smile and hug and told me she was glad I was back.

Whisper had a great attitude and if one of us was feeling down, she was always there to cheer us up, or to make us laugh. One day, the manager came down really hard on Girl for not being ready on time (when she was . . . he was just being an arse). Girl got really upset and started to cry on stage. Whisper walked over to her and gently took Girl's face in her hands. Whisper turned Girl's face so she could see her own reflection in the mirror and said, "Look . . . look." Girl saw black tears streaming down her cheeks and started to laugh.

Whisper loved entertaining us with her music. She owned the whole set of cd's from the Time-Life 80's collection and she played them for us often, taking us back to the days of vans, A-smiles (sp?), izod, neon, heart and rainbow shoe-laces (heart and rainbow everything for that matter), etc.

Whisper also had an affinity for games. One day, she brought in Mad-Libs for us to play with. There happened to be a plumber working on the bathroom in the dressing room that day. He was a nice middle-aged guy who kept to himself. He probably thought we were freaks, listening to us play. We took turns asking each other for verbs, adjectives, nouns and our replys were always quite foul. We laughed and giggled like fourth graders, as the stories were read back.

Whisper also had a great rapport with the customers. She had a real "earth momma" presence. She was a larger, curvy girl with an ample bosom and wore little, if any, makeup. Even though she was older and larger than the "stereotypical" sexworker she was very confident in her sex appeal. If a customer snubbed her, she always came off with, "Well, I think I'm sexy . . . "

I always admired her for that.

Unfortunately, Whisper has back problems and was not able to withstand the long days in the confines of the dreaded booth. I wish her the best on her new endeavor.

And Whisper, if you read this, please know that you are missed tremendously. I am saddened everytime I walk on stage . . . past your empty booth.

Thank you . . . take care







(Azar)

I get to work with this sexy girl tonight!! Come down and get a two girl show with us so I can kiss her again.







(Bad Girl)



(Good Girl)







Starting today, Peep Show Stories will be accepting letters for a question/answer segment, which will be a regular addition to the site. If you would like to submit a question, please be sure to type " question/answer" in the subject area of your e-mail to ensure it will be considered for the segment.

All questions are welcome and there is no subject off-limits. I can also provide advice, or do my best to provide a somewhat educated opinion regarding a particular issue.

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Your question will be posted verbatim (not your e-mail address).

I look forward to your questions.








(Intrinsic)







Wednesday, June 25, 2003





(Pic of Azar doing stage show)


Monday, June 23, 2003





Candle Stick Jim

I was sitting in my booth one day when a customer came in for a show. He put the money in the machine right away before I had a chance to tell him about the shows, or see who he was. I closed the shade to the hallway and waited, while the other shade began to lift.

I couldn't believe my eyes . . . the customer standing there was Candle Stick Jim.

Flash Back: I first met Candle Stick Jim when I worked at Exotic Tan in Seattle. Exotic Tan was a lingerie showroom/BDSM dungeon. I worked there less than six months, but it was one of the most interesting six months I have ever experienced. I am sad to say that Exotic Tan no longer exists. It closed down a couple of months ago as business was too slow.

Exotic Tan had a unique set-up. The building consisted of a lobby/waiting room, a living room/rec area where we waited for customers, a dressing room, bathroom, an office, a tanning bed, and four fantasy rooms. The middle two rooms looked like mini living rooms with no real theme. The lingerie shows were usually performed in these rooms. The first room was the sissy parlor and it was fully equipment with women's clothing, shoes, wigs, makeup, hair accessories, etc. The room also had an authentic examining table (I'm not really sure what this was used for) and vanity. This room was primarily used for customers who were into feminization and/or cross-dressing. The last room was the dungeon, which was fully equipped. The BDSM shows (and some fetish shows) were performed in this room.

After the show, the customer was entitled to a complimentary 20 minute tanning session, but hardly anyone ever tanned there. When they did, we would have to clean up their sweat.

While the girls waited for customers, they sat back in a private living room/rec area. The living room was off the dressing room, behind the door to the waiting room. The door was kept locked so the customers could not get in. There was a monitor where you could see and hear the customers coming through the front door, into the waiting area. When a customer came in, a sensor put off a beeping noise, announcing their arrival.

There were normally two girls working together per shift, and the first girl to arrive got the first customer. When a customer walked in, the girl would go out to greet them in the lobby. She would explain the different shows and how much they cost. If the customer wanted a show, the girl would take their money and walk them back to the appropriate room. The customer would wait in the room, while the girl went back to the dressing room to change for the show. The girl normally greeted the customer in a sexy outfit, but fully clothed. Actually, Exotic Tan was a non-nude venue. The location was not zoned for nudity so all shows were clothed. We could get down to a bra and g-string, but nothing further. The shows were 30 minutes and unlike the peep shows, there was nothing separating you from the customer.

I remember, vividly, the first time I did a show with Jim at Exotic Tan. He walked into the showroom and one of the girls I was working with said, "Oh great, it's Candle Stick Jim." It was her turn, so she got up to greet him. I looked at the monitor and saw him standing there alone . . . waiting. A couple seconds later, the girl opened the door and greeted him. They exchanged some words, but I wasn't able to make out what they were talking about. The girl turned and walked back through the door, but Jim stayed. She came back into the room and said, "He wants to do a show with you." She went on to tell me that he likes new girls and tries to get them to do things they're not suppose to do. At Exotic Tan, there were strict rules . There was no touching, meaning you do not touch the customer and the customer does not touch you. This includes blowing. A girl got in trouble once for blowing air on a customer's cock.

She told me that many girls had gotten fired because of Jim. One time, a girl was doing a show with Jim and there happened to be some tapered candles in the room. He told her he would tip her if she would stick one of the candles up his ass. She was reluctant, but he was able to convince her that she wasn't actually touching him, and that other girls had done this for him. She ended up sticking the candle up his ass, hence the name "Candle Stick Jim," and ended up getting fired for it. There are hidden cameras in the rooms for safety reasons, and to ensure nothing illegal is going on during the shows. The entire incident was on film.

After she told me about Jim, I was a little reluctant about doing the show with him. I mean, I knew he couldn't talk me into sticking anything up his ass, but several girls had gotten fired because he was so sincere and convincing in his requests. The girl I was working with told me to go ahead and do the show . . . just don't touch him . . . no matter what he says.

I looked at the monitor again. Jim was still standing there waiting. He looked nice enough on the monitor, although the picture was pretty grainy. I finally decided to do the show. I got up and made my way to the door. I heard the girl say, "Don't worry, you'll do fine."

I opened the door and stepped into the lobby. Jim was a very tall and surprisingly handsome man He had dark hair and a slim build. He was wearing slacks and a nice dress shirt . . . like he had just gotten off of work. I introduced myself and asked him what type of show he had in mind. He looked down at me with his piercing light green eyes and said, "I'd like the fantasy role playing show." His stare made me a little nervous and I tried to keep this from him as I took his money.

I opened the door for him (we never let them touch the door knobs) and we walked down the corridor. He stopped in front of the sissy parlor and asked if we could do the show in there. I said, "Sure." I opened the door for him and told him to go ahead and get comfortable . . . that I would be right back. I closed the door and went to the dressing room to change. I decided on a matching black bra and panty set with black stockings and garters.

I ran back to the room and knocked on the door. "Come in," he said. I opened the door. Waiting for me there . . . was Jim. He had transformed from business attire Jim to black lace bodysuit Jim. He was sprawled out on the examining table with his fish-net stocking feet in the stirrups. Wow, I wasn't expecting this. The girl I was working with left out the part about Jim liking to wear women's lingerie.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he said shyly.

His demeanor was different now . . . much more feminine.

"You look beautiful," I told him.

"Thank you . . . so do you," he said.

He actually didn't look too bad. I didn't realize how feminine his features were before and he was able to pull off this look pretty well. I walked around the front of the table, facing him. His legs were apart (as his feet were in the stirrups) and the crotch of his bodysuit squeezed his cock and balls tightly, causing the excess to spill over the sides. He started to rub his crotch through the black lace fabric and I watched his cock get hard and lengthen as it moved upwards towards his stomach.

He asked me if he could be my slave. "Sure," I said. He went on to tell me that he would love to clean my house, do my laundry, cook, etc . . . and he was totally serious. He especially wanted to clean the bathroom. He went on to say how he would crawl around on the bathroom floor and would lick the pee around the toilet. I didn't want to disappoint him, but unlike some men, women normally don't miss the toilet.

I asked him what his biggest fantasy was. He said, "For a pretty girl to pee in my mouth." Hmmm . . . I thought. I wasn't really sure how to respond to that. I danced around a little in my bra and g-string, trying to think of something to say.

"That's naughty, " I finally said.

"I'm a naughty little slut," he responded.

We talked a little more about pee and then the show was over . . . and not a minute too soon. He did not come, and I'm not sure that he had any intentions on doing that, as he never took his cock out.

I told him to go ahead and get dressed . . . that I would be right back to let him out of the room. I went to the dressing room and changed back into my previous outfit. The girl I was working with came into the dressing room and asked how the show went. I told her it went fine and that he didn't try to get me to do anything, but that he was wearing black lingerie. "Oh, I forgot that part, " she said smiling. "That reminds me," she said. "One time, he was really high (he does coke) and he walked into the lobby wearing just a black fish-net g-string." "I walked out to the lobby and told him he had to leave right away . . . that he would get himself and everyone else in trouble dressed like that." She went on to say that he muttered something unintelligible and then left.

"Well, I'm glad he didn't give you a bad time, " she said. "He's usually pretty good the first time."

I went back to the room and knocked on the door. "Come in," he said. I opened the door and he was all dressed. He was back to his conservative appearance. He was not carrying a bag so he must have had his lingerie underneath. After working at the dungeon, I never look at business men the same way. Someone told me that Jim was an accountant and everytime I see a guy dressed in a suit, or nice slacks and a dress shirt, I can't help but wonder if they're wearing womens panties underneath.

I escorted Jim out to the lobby. He thanked me for the show and then he left.

I saw Jim a couple times after that. He never tried to get me to do much. He just wanted to be my slave.

I left Exotic Tan and didn't think much about Jim after that.

Flash Forward: But now, Jim and I meet again about six months later. I wonder if he recognizes me. I look a little different now. I used to have a black short bob with thick short bangs. Now I had long blonde hair and I was wearing a school girl uniform.

He looked at me with a blank stare. There was a void in those light green eyes and he seemed to look right through me. I thought maybe he was just really high. He did not recognize me and I did not remind him. I just acted like I never saw him before.

"Have you been here before?" I asked.

"Yes, " he said.

"What kind of things do you like? " I asked.

"I like to watch girls pee," he said. "I like it when they use my mouth for a toilet," he went on. That's a real turn-on, I thought to myself. Although . . . different strokes for different folks. I try my best not to judge.

Jim asked me if I would pee in the booth for him. I knew we had a vase in the bathroom and I heard that some girls used it to pee in during shows. We don't get many of these requests, but there are requests nevertheless. One girl told me that a customer asked her to shit in her booth for him. I guess he was going to pay her a lot of money for this. She told him that she didn't have anything to shit in, but that she would go into the main bathroom by herself and shit in the toilet. She said she left it in there for him to look at, or do whatever he wanted to with it.

I decided that I wasn't interested in peeing in the vase for Jim so I introduced him to another girl (I'm not using her name in this story for obvious reasons) that was working.

They seemed to hit it off pretty well and I could overhear them negotiating prices. After a couple minutes, Jim left and the girl jumped out of her booth. She told me that Jim was coming back later that evening and that he was paying her a good sum of money for her to pee on him. I asked her where she planned on doing this. "Here, in the dressing room bathroom," she said. There was one other girl working with us that night. She was a new girl and I didn't care much for her. She was bringing in coke and doing it openly in the dressing room. None of the girls were doing coke at work, and most didn't do coke outside of work.

Unlike the popular stereotype, most strippers do not like hard drugs around work. There is a certain tolerance for pot as long as it is being used discreetly, but most girls will tell management if there are hard drugs on site. Anyways, the other girl seemed o.k. with this and even offered to help out. I was not o.k. with this at all and stayed in my booth with the door closed, reading. I didn't want to get them in trouble, but I also did not want to be a part of it in any way.

An hour or so passed and I heard something going on in the dressing room. I cracked the door and peeked out into the dressing room. I saw the customer with the two girls. They walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I was extremely curious as to what was going on in there, but kept to my reading. I had a couple of shows while they were in the bathroom.

After about thirty minutes or so, they all emerged from the bathroom. I looked through the crack again. They were all giggly and seemed like they had a great time. The customer was beaming. The customer bent over and appeared to be doing coke off the table. He stood up, thanked them, and left the dressing room. I had this really bad feeling like someone was going to get in a lot of trouble. This type of thing doesn't happen here . . . well anymore. I guess there used to be some crazy things that went on, but management has changed, and they run things pretty professionally now.

After the show, I didn't talk to the girls very much. I think they knew I didn't approve.

The next day, management found out what happened. I guess they saw the customer come into the dressing room via the security tape.

They both got fired.

A month or so passed and Jim came back in for a show. He went on and on about the show he got in the bathroom. He told me that he laid down on the bathroom floor, while one girl stood over him and pissed in his mouth and the other girl watched. He said that some pee got on the floor and that they made him take off his shirt and wipe the pee off the floor with it. He said it was the hottest thing he'd ever done.

I thought he was a little disturbed and I was a little irritated with him. All of a sudden, I remembered that he had gotten several girls fired from Exotic Tan too. Well . . . they weren't too bright either, but I wondered if he got off somehow trying to see how far girls would go . . . knowing they were doing something they shouldn't be doing.

The show with Jim was finally over. I told him I'm glad he had a good time with the other girls . . . that they had gotten fired over it. I was hoping maybe he would feel bad.

He just smiled and walked out of the booth.

I haven't seen him since.




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