Suprise Birthday Present in a Porn Theater

Back in the “Golden Age of Adult Films” many of the stars would travel the country making personal appearances in strip clubs and theaters. As a rule, they would come on stage between features, strip, perhaps answer a few questions, then head to the lobby where they would pose with you for a Polaroid picture (remember those?) for $5 or so. I had the privilege of seeing a number of the ladies of porn in those years. Some were more memorable than others.

Though it's difficult to believe, the building that used
to be Cinema Blue 2 still stands in Charlotte

For reasons which shall soon be obvious, I’ll withhold the name of this particular actress whom I first met at the Cinema Blue in Charlotte, NC. It was the around the time the 70’s were sliding into the 80’s and I was in the last of my summers in the Carolinas. Once I found out about the seedier side of the Queen City I made my way there as frequently as possible, checking out the strip clubs, “modeling studios” and, of course, the adult theaters. Cinema Blue was an old twin theater that had been remade into a porn palace, complete with bookstore, game room (with some classic pinball machines) and arcade. The main theater had been outfitted with a good-sized stage to provide performance space. Unlike a theatrical stage, this one formed a large peninsula that reached deep into the seating area, allowing patrons to line both sides to get a better look – and occasional touch.

The young lady, whom I’ll just call the starlet, was a middling dancer, at best, but she was attractive and fun. She had a great personality and enjoyed interacting with the guys as she performed. I caught her first performance of the day, fairly early in the afternoon. After her show, she hung out in the lobby chatting comfortably with an eager audience. There was no stiffness (other than that which had formed in our pants), and no pressure to buy anything. Just a pretty girl in a tiny outfit spending time with attentive men. She was transparent about her life, her background and her plans. She was, in every sense, the girl next door.


One of the guys mentioned that he had come in that day to give himself a birthday treat. She seemed sincere as she congratulated him, even giving him a hug and a small peck on the cheek. He was bold enough to grab a little extra squeeze as she did, and she playfully scolded him for being “fresh”. He shrugged his shoulders and said that he couldn’t help himself and that it was worth it for the “best birthday present ever”.

“Is it really your birthday?” she asked, with a note of disbelief in her voice. He assured her that it was.

“Prove it. Let me see your drivers license.”

He pulled it out and showed it to her. She paused for a second, eyeing him with a slight smile, and then seemed to make a decision. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the peep booths which were nearby, tugging him into the one on the end. The 4 or 5 of us that were standing around naturally followed. She left the door open and instructed the birthday boy to put his hands behind his head.

“No touching. Promise?”

He nodded dutifully. She rewarded him by dropping her skimpy top and showing him (and us) her pretty tits, capped by some amazing nipples. She played with them for a minute or two and then slid her hand between her legs. She slid the fabric of her panties to the side and began to finger herself. We had seen her touch her tits earlier on the stage, but this show was more explicit than the laws of North Carolina would have allowed. She leaned back against the wall, raising a leg and resting her foot on the door frame, giving her better access.

She stopped suddenly and asked those of us in the doorway if anyone was coming. There was not.

“Move in closer then. And let me know if someone is coming.”

We tightened our formation in the doorway, effectively blocking her short frame from sight.

She smiled again at the birthday boy. “Now you’re going to get the best birthday present ever!”

See "the startlet" and other icons from the Golden Age

She reached forward, grabbing his dick through his pants and giving a little squeeze. My own dick responded as though she were grabbing it, rather than the stranger. She tugged at his belt and with a little assistance from him, she released his stiff prick, sliding to her knees where she could examine it.

The next few minutes seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was as though my brain couldn’t quite comprehend what it was seeing. After a few soft, smooth strokes, she leaned forward, taking it into her mouth. She made eye contact, first with him, then with us, as she blew him. She alternated between tiny flicking movements with her tongue and long, slow, deep strokes, taking him deeply into her mouth. The moves that we had all seen her performing on the likes of Holmes, Gillis and Leslie, she was now doing to one of us, a few feet from an admiring crowd. I wanted so badly to pull out my own cock, but somehow maintained enough discipline not to give into that urge.

She worked intently, yet tenderly, bringing him to an orgasm and taking his load on those pretty tits. She stood up, returning her top to its place and kissed him on the cheek again.

“Happy Birthday,” she chirped as we made room for her to move through the doorway and up the hall, “to all of you!”