Quick and Dirty at the Porn Theater

 You learn pretty quickly to always scan the parking lot when you pull up to your local porn theater. You never know who's there, what's happening, or what you might learn. I saw them in the car as I circled the lot. I always circle before choosing a parking place. Her window was open and she was grabbing the last bit of nicotine from her cigarette as I made my pass. Young (maybe 30), pale, and topped with a short electric-blue hairdo. She was far from subtle.

I pulled in a few spots away and made my way to the door. It was daytime, after all, and they weren't parked in a place that hinted at privacy. I dropped my bills on the counter and was buzzed in. I headed straight for the main theater, fully knowing that my chances of finding a woman in the back were slim, but I couldn't shake the image of the girl in the parking lot. 

Busty Wife Bends the Rules at the Porn Theater

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.

Public Lesbian Show at the Porn Theater

In my earliest years hanging out in porn theaters, it was all about watching. To this day, though they have lessened some, my voyeuristic inclinations are among my strongest. Back in the day, I was often just as happy to stand back and watch - hoarding up mental images of the debauchery in front of me - while others actually did the deed. Somehow, it seemed that the event had a longer life (at least in my memory and fantasies) if I could take it all in, rather than being carried away by the momentary pleasure I might have experienced. 

On the particular evening in question, there was no option. We all watched. No one was allowed to participate, or even touch. Only the two of them. And no one else was complaining. 

They had walked into the Mel about an hour after I arrived. It was couples night, so the crowd was large and - unfortunately - completely comprised of men. We were all scattered throughout the cavernous old theater hoping that a couple would wander through those back doors. When they came in, I can't imagine that I was the only guy in the place surprised to see that they were both women. Holding hands and smiling at one another.

Her First Time at Fantasyland

It had been a frustrating night at Fantasyland in Tampa. I had spent the evening drifting between both locations. FL2 had been unusually quiet while the original store had seen more than a few couples throughout the night. Most of them, however, hung out for a short time, didn't play and then left. A few had grabbed a single guy for some private room play, but even those encounters were quick. 

Obviously, not our lady, but you get the idea

A little after midnight the main theater was full, mostly with singles guys and a few non-participatory couples. So when the newest couple arrived, there was no place for them to sit. He was tall, lean and black. She was tall, lean and blonde. A well-maintained 40-something with tight curls that fell past her shoulders. Her ivory boho-style dress and the hair gave her a little bit of a hippie vibe, but she lacked the relaxed mood that you might have expected from her look. She was nervous and clutched tightly to her man.

Gang Bang with Another Man's Wife in a Porn Theater (While He Watched)

You may have read about Amy's introduction to porn theater sex. She was plain, married and completely inexperienced with anyone other than her husband until that night. Even after that night she was still plain and married. That never really changed through the years that I knew them. Though she did become more confident which, in turn, brought out a certain sexiness to her.

We met again a few times over the next several months after that night in northern Indiana. Usually, it was their place for dinner, followed by a VHS porn movie. I would sit on the couch with Amy. Her husband, John, would sit in his recliner and watch us as we played with each other before we wound up in an inevitable threesome. I knew that he was reliving the porn theater scene in his mind. Once we went to a bar where I fingered Amy to a couple of orgasms while John (and others, I'm sure) watched from a distance.

I figured it was only a matter of time before we would wind up back at a porn theater. I was right, and it really wasn't very much time at all.

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.

Fun Couple in Music City

For those who remember Nashville's "lower Broadway" of the 80's, all the spit and polish of the upgrades the politicians demanded in that part of the city still can't quite wash away the memory of what was. A few of the "honky-tonks" that bring in millions of tourists a year also remember when their neighbors were porn shops, peep booths and live shows behind smudged plexiglass.

In those days lower Broadway is what Printers Alley pretended to be. In that famous alley you could pay too much to watch a few good-looking strippers peel out of the expensive costumes, bumping and grinding in their g-strings. Or you could go a few blocks over and drop a few bucks to watch a girl a finger herself in a dark booth, or play with another girl, or even tickle your pickle through a well-placed hole in the glass. A block to the other side stood an old-style theater, converted to a porn house which played the latest feature in porn's golden age.

As the transition began from film to video, a new little gem opened just off Broadway. Taking advantage of the move to video tape, this place offered tiny viewing rooms where you could watch the flick of your choice. Notebooks at the front counter held the covers of the inventory, and you paged through till you found something that caught your eye. For 5 bucks or so you were directed to your own viewing space - something about the size of a closet with two theater chairs and a television set. It wasn't a bad arrangement in those pre-VHS porn rental days.

I had visited the place on a few occasions. In fact, I remember watching my first porn shot on video here. It was a European production called "Pleasure So Deep" with Barbara Moose and Dominque St. Clair. Fetching women indeed, but I digress.