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lence as the shade fell. “Thanks,” I said, putting on my robe.<br />
“You guys were fun.”<br />
One of them asked through the shade: “Do we get to keep<br />
it?”<br />
“Keep what?” I asked.<br />
“We keep pee?”<br />
“You want the pee?”<br />
“Yes. We want the pee. Please. Pee, please. We want your<br />
pee-pee, please.”<br />
Well, he was being polite.<br />
“If you want the pee, it’s gonna cost you more.”<br />
“How much?” he asked.<br />
“Fifty?” How much was pee going for these days? Maybe I<br />
The glass is thick in the booth, and most of the time the customers<br />
can’t hear what the fuck we’re saying when we try to<br />
talk to them in the hallway, so we usually end up pointing to<br />
our booth door as we make the universal phone sign: head<br />
cocked to the side with hand held up to the ear—pinky and<br />
thumb extended. This usually does the trick, getting them<br />
into the booth, but some of the nervous ones run off when<br />
they see this.<br />
This customer seemed a little skittish, and for a moment I<br />
thought he might run off, too, but he eventually went into<br />
the booth, put some money into the machine, and the show<br />
began.<br />
“You been here before?” I asked.<br />
He nodded yes.<br />
“We want the pee. Please. Pee, please.<br />
We want your pee-pee, please.”<br />
“Are you a naughty boy?” I asked, taking off my bra.<br />
His eyes darted toward the ground, as if he<br />
were guilty of something. He smiled and<br />
said, “Yeah, I’m naughty.”<br />
shoulda looked that one up on the Net first.<br />
“Okay,” he said.<br />
Damn! I could have got a hundred, I thought. “Meet me at<br />
the back door,” I said. “It’s the one right next to the theater<br />
entrance.”<br />
“Okay.”<br />
I tore out of the booth and scrambled to find something to<br />
pour the pee into. I found a large McDonald’s cup in the corner,<br />
complete with straw and lid, and decided to use it. I emptied<br />
the vase into the cup as carefully and quickly as I could.<br />
Aside from a small pelt of urine on my arm, it went pretty<br />
well.<br />
I opened the back door, and the three men were standing<br />
there, smiling. I handed the McDonald’s cup to the man with<br />
the glasses, and he handed me the cash. “Don’t drink it all in<br />
one place, baby,” I said.<br />
He nodded politely.<br />
P**p Show<br />
The clock had just inched past midnight when a customer<br />
walked up to my booth window. He was fairly clean-cut, average<br />
build, and looked to be in his middle to late thirties. He<br />
had a shy demeanor but seemed interested in getting a show,<br />
nonetheless. I thought maybe he’d need a little prodding, so I<br />
moved closer to the glass and yelled, “Hey, baby, would you<br />
like to get a show?” He just stood there, smiling blankly.<br />
“What kind of naughty things do you like to do?” I asked,<br />
taking off my panties.<br />
He pointed at my ass and said, “I like that.”<br />
“Oh, you like my ass.” I smiled. “What would you like to do<br />
to it?”<br />
He bit his lip and said, “Well...I would start by licking it.”<br />
“Oh, really?” I said, slapping my ass.<br />
“Yeah...and once it was nice and wet, I’d stick my cock in it,”<br />
he said.<br />
At this point he had his cock out, and he made a thrusting<br />
motion with it toward my ass.<br />
“Oh, I like it up the ass,” I said.<br />
He stopped masturbating and pulled his pants down to his<br />
ankles. “Do you want to see my ass?”<br />
I really didn’t want to see his ass. Normally, when a guy asks<br />
you this question at a peep show, what he really means is:<br />
“Do you want to see my asshole?” I’m never good at getting<br />
myself out of these situations. I tend to be too nice at times,<br />
so of course I responded: “Sure.”<br />
A huge smile spread across his face. He turned around and<br />
leaned forward toward the wall. He reached one arm around,<br />
grabbing his left ass cheek and spreading it.<br />
Oh, my God, I thought to myself. I tried to avoid making eye<br />
contact with the sphincter surely staring back at me. He<br />
looked at me over his shoulder, checking for my reaction. The<br />
210 EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SEX IS <strong>WRONG</strong>