I frequent a peep show in a nearby city. What I like about it is not only being able to watch the girls up close from the safety of the glass but exposing my self to them and seeing the stares they give me as they watch me get off from the whole experience.
Occasionally, while waiting for a booth, I'll see men come in with their wives or girlfriends go into a booth and leave them milling in the lobby to wait for them. It's usually a group of Asian men with the women. There are often several of them so they aren't waiting out there alone. They huddle in a loose group and talk while the male patrons come and go from behind the booth doors.
Once I walked in and saw two Japanese women standing alone in the lobby area. They stood close to each other, shoulder to shoulder, waiting for their men who had disappeared into the booths. They weren't talking. They were just staring out into space, their arms crossed in front of them. They were cute, wearing white short sleeve blouses and slacks. I walked by them to the wall by the corner booth to get a handful of tissues. I wondered what they were thinking as one of them briefly glanced at me.
The regular booths are small closet like spaces with room for your self to stand and see through the glass. The glass is pretty high and girls performing can only see you from the shoulder up unless they get up close and look straight down. The booth is lit until you put in your money and the shutter opens and then it is dark except for the light from the dancer's room. The three dancers rotate from one end of the room to the other during their shift so there are a variety of girls to watch. The corner booths are different. They are bigger with a narrow bench on the wall. The window is a little larger and comes down to about my knees. The light spills in and the girls can see me rub myself through my pants. When I drop my pants they can see everything.
I reached for the door of the corner booth. As I opened it the two Japanese girls watched me. I looked over at them and they shifted their eyes to the floor. I hesitated at the half open door and continued to look at them for a moment and one of them looked up again. She looked at me from under the bangs of the jet black hair that framed her face. We stood there a moment. Then I looked into the booth, looked back at her, and she was still watching. I didn't say anything but I motioned my head slightly "Do you want to see what is in the booth?" She stood there. Her friend looked up to see what was happening. They look at each other and the girl very slightly bobbed her head up and down and slowly moved toward me. Her friend hesitated and then followed.
