“Animals! Yes! Animals!” I’m such a dork.Īs if on cue - like something out of an independent film of worth - a man exited the viewing booth area. “You mean like kids or animals?” he asked. Years later when I would work in a porno store, I would find this type of behavior amusing. “Do you have anything different … special?” I asked, not really knowing how to approach the subject. In other words, it’s a masturbation closet with a television. You’re not supposed to jerk off in the booth, or even go in with someone else, but I don’t think that rule is strictly enforced. For those who don’t know, viewing booths are where people pay some money to “preview” dozens of different pornos before buying them. Behind him, on several black and white monitors, were different views of the store’s viewing booths. “Yeah?” he asked, looking up from the paper. He was preoccupied with a newspaper, so I had to cough to get his attention.
I noticed that I was the only customer in the store, which meant it was safe to approach the man behind the counter. I checked out the magazines and didn’t see anything that looked remotely like b********y. Look! There’s an “actress” on the box of some bj gonzo film who looks like Susan Sarandon. So many breasts, vaginas and gaping anuses. I felt like an eight-year-old at Disneyworld. The first store I went in was fairly typical with magazines and videos as far as the eye could see. I love porn, so visiting some adult bookstores would be a pleasure. “I don’t have my ID.” He looked about fifteen, so that would be a problem. “If you go into one of these shops and find me some b********y, we’ll call it square.”
As we cruised through a porn district, Silky came up with an idea. I owed one of them, we’ll call him Silky, some money. I was on a little vacation with a few of my friends.
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