From: edwallols@aol.comnospam (EdwAllOls)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.strip-clubs

Subject: ASSC: The Evolution of a Pathetic Loser, Part One

Date: 07 Jan 2000

3. New York City - 1992-1993

PEEPLAND

After 23 years of living in the boondocks, I decided it was time to send myself

out into the world. I moved to New York where I lived with a family member

until establishing myself and getting my own place. I didn't have much money

when I first went there, but I didn't wait long before heading out to find a

suitable den of iniquity.

My first foray took me to-where else?-Times Square. The most action seemed to

be on 42nd Street between Broadway and 7th Avenue. There weren't any strip

clubs, per se, but there were countless other shops and peepshows and Show

World on the end. Show World was a three-story establishment with video peeps

on the ground floor, live peeps on the second floor, and a live strip show

theatre on the third ('The Triple-Treat Theatre'). That was where I saw most of

the feature acts while I lived in the area.

The best discovery for me was Peepland. The first time I went to Peepland, I

had no idea what to expect. I was unfamiliar with what they called

'peep-a-lives' except for that Madonna video 'Open Your Heart.'

I went into an empty booth and put a token in. When the window went up, I

didn't know what to do. I had expected a glass partition, but the window was

completely open under the shield that had retracted. There were several girls

standing in a line, waiting expectantly. When I just continued to look at them,

one finally instructed me to choose one of them. I did, and was again at a loss

when she said, "Two for the top, three for the bottom." I'm sure I had a

stupefied look on my face, and I probably said something incoherent like,

'Huh?' so she clarified slightly, "Two dollars for the top, three for the

bottom." I thought she wanted to know if I wanted a topless show or nude show.

Since I preferred a nude show, I said "Bottom," and handed her the three

dollars. She promptly dropped her bikini bottoms and moved her pelvis directly

in front of the open window, which was level with my head and perhaps 15 inches

wide and 12 inches tall. I was still confused, but it only took me a second to

determine that it appeared that I was expected to reach through the window and

grope her.

Very slowly, so as to give her ample time to pull away if my deductions were

mistaken, I reached out my hand and-for the first time in my miserable

existence-touched a woman's bare pussy. After the minute or so was over (the

minute that the window was open), the window began closing. I withdrew my hand,

amazed at what I had just done. And I probably set a world record for getting

another token in the coin slot. After a couple of $3's, I went for a $2.

When I was almost out of cash, I offered the then-current girl $5 for the

opportunity to lick her pussy. She didn't seem to have a problem with that.

With a half-second's worth of consideration, she agreed. Two firsts in 10

minutes. She had lubricant on her pussy (almost all of them did), and I had the

taste of it in my mouth for the rest of the day. In my inexperience, I thought

it was the taste of her pussy.

There were some very beautiful girls who worked there. One incredibly beautiful

girl offered me a handjob for $10. She had me give her extra tokens to keep the

window open longer. It was the first time a woman had ever touched my bare

penis. While she was stroking me (which was more weird than pleasant), I asked

if I could feel her breasts. She complied, not seeming to mind. I didn't come;

she only stroked me for a few minutes-and not terribly enthusiastically. But it

was another milestone for me. When the window started closing and she withdrew

her arm, I thanked her. I must have seemed strange to her.

While 100% of the girls at Peepland permitted the touching of their pussies,

99% didn't want the guys to stick their fingers inside their pussies, which is

understandable. It was basically exterior groping only. Since I wanted to stick

my finger in, I would gauge each girl by pushing the end of one finger against

her opening. Almost all would pull back slightly. There was an occasional girl

who would allow me to insert a finger in her.

I remember the feeling the first time I had my finger in a pussy. It was warmer

than I expected-almost hot inside. And so very soft. I don't remember the girl,

because you couldn't see their faces while you were playing with their pussies.

That was one of the reasons why playing with their breasts was better. You

could look at their faces while caressing them. Sometimes they would smile at

me. Sometimes they would allow me to caress their faces and necks. Not usually,

though.

There were two places like Peepland: the place on 42nd (the real Peepland), and

another place that opened on 43rd St. between 7th and 8th Ave. I don't remember

the second place's name. It had videotapes covering such topics as bestiality

and she-males for sale in the front, and the live booths in the back. The girls

there, generally, weren't as pretty as those at Peepland-until Peepland closed,

when some moved over.

There was one particularly attractive woman-probably in her thirties-there.

Beautiful, with bleached blonde hair and large breasts and a lovely, curvy

figure. Not overweight at all. Just perfectly curvy. I spent a while plugging

tokens into her window one day. I think she liked the way I touched her

(compared to most, I was probably very gentle). At one point she bent over and

put her pussy right up to the window for me and I tongue-fucked her. She also

allowed me to slide a finger inside her for a while. I was sad when I ran out

of cash.

There was another blonde with very large, firm breasts, at Peepland. When I saw

her, I said, "I just have 3 letters for you: W-O-W." And she responded, "That's

two letters." I thought she was very clever.

Sometimes, the girls would smell my hands before allowing me to touch them.

Makes sense to me. I'm glad I always passed this test. I've had a few girls in

regular strip clubs do this, too.

I never tried to ask them for their names or their schedule if they had one. It

didn't occur to me at the time. It was rare to see the same girl in the booths.

I don't know if they just didn't work very often or if they rotated in the

different cubicles (there were several of them in each business and I tended to

go to the same one each time), or if the place had so many girls looking to

work that they were on a limited schedule.