The freezing wind whips through his jacket as he walked the back alleys of Times Square. Mind full of his surrounding his insomnia was acting up again forcing him out into the winter nightlife. Bored with the clubs in Chinatown he wondered down to the bright lights of Broadway. Even in this late hour he had to avoid the large crowds. Crossing the street passing a peep show the doorman, if you can call him that, yells the wares of the sleazy place.
"Live girls, folks! Fat ones; short ones, blondes and brunettes. One to fit all your taste cum on in!"
Curious, Mateo stops then turns back, something to do for about five minutes and warm up. Looking the place over he was right from the start, sleazy. A dark, cramped admission booth complete with Christmas lights with a turnstile and buzz in door, not very promising at all. Entering the main room stale cigarettes and liquor assaults his nose, typical go-go music blares into his ears. On the stage a gothic chick slides into a split then slithers up the stage. Many of the patrons ignore the girl on stage as a private dancer gyrates directly in their face. Indifference beings to settle within him; this place was quickly becoming a waste of time. Looking up he sees the signs to the private booths, by passing the scene going directly to the back.
Down another narrow hallway he finally finds an unlocked door. Checking the room for any unwanted visitors he settles into the cheep chair. To his right he sees the machine to open the window. Per the instructions a dollar a minute, singles only, smirking he could easily guess it was rigid to short change the customer. Sighing he feeds the machine, loudly creaking the door opens revealing three women in the middle of their act, playing hospital.
A voluptuous blond bends over the patient, a light skinned black girl, pretending to take her temperature, rectally. Ass in the air the hospital gown gives a great view of firm flesh; a small Asian girl in a lab coat begins to disagree with the nurse. For the remaining four minutes the poor patient is placed into several disadvantaging positions and they all lose their clothing. Just as the naked confused and pouting patient opens her full lips for more abuse the door closes. Chuckling he admits he's hooked and feeds the machine more money.
An hour and seventy dollars later the act breaks. Over the loud speak the new act announced, "That was gentleman, the voluptuous Snowflake as the nurse, Budda as the innocent patient and Lotus as the doctor. Now the lovely Sister Ann and Henna."
The lights dim for a moment and each occupant could see the other across the closed stage. Pulling back his eyes narrow just as his annoyance beings to reach its peak the stage lights come one. The new prop is an old scared desk with a pale strict looking nun. As the music blares a she seemingly screams turning pink. Moving back she to franticly waving her arms around pointing to the desk. Slowly a pink haired woman crawls from underneath, bashfully wiping her face. Complete in a sexy school uniform her head is bowed hands clasped in front. The Sister Ann tries to clothes her habit instead it inconveniently falls off reveling a tiny leather bra and panty set. Roughly bringing Henna to her knees they both begin to pray. Both cross themselves demurely, Henna seems to plead with Sister Ann.
Evilly she smiles forcing poor Henna to brace her hands on the desk then as if to hear the other side of the stage she nods then raises Henna on top of the desk. Annoyingly the door slides down. Quickly feeding the machine Mateo finds them in the middle of a spanking scene. After four spanks Sister Ana makes Henna move to a different position for each side of the room to see Henna's flaming ass. Sobbing the pink curls bounce with each hit, then she winks. After a time the Sister Ann seems to become exhausted and leaves the poor girl on top of the desk. Slinking partial up stage she drops to her knees pleading to the heavens then begins to simulate as if masturbating. Playing with what seems to be rosary beads she crouches tangling the beads around her wrists and withering.
Henna begins to work the back stage of the crowd, slowly stripping showing the marks of discipline to the audience with a smirk. Skipping to each window she give a quick personal peek of her firm ass with multiple handprints. Licking his lips she turns to blow a kiss. Reaching down he begins to stroke himself. Using the chair she slowly strips, with each article of clothing she bounces with such an innocent naughty smirk playing with her audience. At one point curling up to lick her thighs, he moans. Arching back she brings her ample breasts together. Counter balancing on the chair the lights catches the sparkles on her legs slowly opening wide then wrap around the back locking her ankles. Her sweet pink curls brush against the floor as she gyrates. Heat begins to flare in his booth; opening his collar he leans forward. Glancing at the machine he fed more money. Then snatches a tissue from the low shelf to wipe the sweat from his brow.
The tempo of the song began to pick up eyes closed in bliss she follows. Her sweet tanned skin begins to sheen as she works the chair. As if someone was fucking her from behind she bounces. For another twenty minutes she bucks, licks and bites the chair. Breathing heavily his body is locked in a war to release. Groaning he cusses, his balls feel tight shifting further back his hand begins to work faster. Finally Sister Ann appears behind her grabbing Henna's thigh she rams the chair into her. Looking closely Mateo see Henna's stomach jump. Biting her bottom lip she seems to convulse as the nun dry humps her against the chair. Opening her mouth he comes. The door slides closed.
Settling down he scowls, she was good. She played him well too well. He gave her credit she wasn't sleazy just decadent with a hint of twisted humor. Maybe this evening won't be such a waste after all. Looking down in disgust he wiped his hand clean. At least this place gave free napkins as he tossed them into the trash bin in the corner of the room. Straightening his clothes he turns to leave. He needed a drink now. Passing some doors they begin to open. He was glad it was dark; he could only imagine what else went on within these closed doors. Settling down on a warn stool, carefully leaning over he catches the bartender's attention then inquires about a personal show and a drink. Smirking the bartender shakes his head.
Grabbing payment for the drink he leans near Mateo's to be heard. "Sorry buddy she doesn't do lap dances anymore."
Intrigued his left eyebrow lifts. "Isn't that how they make their money?"
Shaking his head in agreement "Yeah but she brings more to the table than just a piece of ass." Now his curiosity was further peaked.
