Over the decades that I have played in porn theaters I suppose that I've had more fun at the Playhouse in Tampa than any other single venue. There are a number of reasons for that, of course. I lived in central Florida at the time so I was a very frequent visitor in those years. And the place never seemed to disappoint. Yeah, there was the occasional Saturday night sausage fest, but they were rare. And when you stacked them up against the fact that most weekend nights there were a dozen - or even two dozen - women in the place ready to play, the numbers worked in our favor.
You never knew what you might see, or experience, at the Playhouse in those days. On one couch a woman could be running a train of regulars. On another, a nervous housewife might be trying to slyly give her husband a blow job. And in the corner, a curious college girl could be stroking an older black guy for their mutual pleasure.
On this particular Friday night the place was packed. The clocked had rolled into the small numbers of the morning and most of us were moving from place to place, enjoying the variety that was on display that night. I had arrived late, and hadn't yet joined the action, so I was still determining where I might want to settle in when I spied a new arrival stepping through the tattered curtain into the main theater.
