Dec. 12th, 2009 | 10:32 pm
I went back to the peep show for 4 shifts this month in between gigs and travel. Opened the month with a trip to Mexico and closing with a visit to the homeland.
The peep show smells the same as always, that green cheap soap feet come and like cash, which there isn't any but one dollar bills repeating their lives through the same machines until they fall apart, but it is like family seeing old faces and having all of the same gripes as I did last time I was with them. It is the most holiday spirit I've had this season, what with all the twinkling lights, multiplied by 8 gazillion in the mirrored girl tank and they put a pint sized silver christmas tree in the corner by booth number 1, just the perfect height for the angel on top to sneak a little buttcrack lick when you bend over, forehead to knee (a new song to pass the time Dolores and Fefita were working on. Dolores Parque used to be called Fushia Black but now she wears a wig. Fefita used to be Evita Loca but she became Evita's freakish hyper cousin who wears glasses and a wig. This is what happens to Crusties, its inevitable really. I adore them both in real life, but you get locked naked for a couple years on stilts in a mirrored/carpeted room playing the same looped itunes pop track on repeat for long enough and you will grow to hate something about the situation.
Anyway, holiday spirit. Peep show, how I didn't really miss you that much but you reel me back and make me love you. There were more familiar faces on the other side of the glass, however, and I missed them too. That's an exagerration of sorts, but the look on their faces when they recognize you is gratifying and feeds the ego of attention - mister "I'm gonna pretend like the Lusty is gross but I've been coming here everyday for decades, no lie", his little cock lit up just like this face and he was grunting a little harder than his usual lackluster wank.
Booth was lonely, though. And a bigger reminder of how few dollars there actual are to make mine with my clothes off.
The peep show smells the same as always, that green cheap soap feet come and like cash, which there isn't any but one dollar bills repeating their lives through the same machines until they fall apart, but it is like family seeing old faces and having all of the same gripes as I did last time I was with them. It is the most holiday spirit I've had this season, what with all the twinkling lights, multiplied by 8 gazillion in the mirrored girl tank and they put a pint sized silver christmas tree in the corner by booth number 1, just the perfect height for the angel on top to sneak a little buttcrack lick when you bend over, forehead to knee (a new song to pass the time Dolores and Fefita were working on. Dolores Parque used to be called Fushia Black but now she wears a wig. Fefita used to be Evita Loca but she became Evita's freakish hyper cousin who wears glasses and a wig. This is what happens to Crusties, its inevitable really. I adore them both in real life, but you get locked naked for a couple years on stilts in a mirrored/carpeted room playing the same looped itunes pop track on repeat for long enough and you will grow to hate something about the situation.
Anyway, holiday spirit. Peep show, how I didn't really miss you that much but you reel me back and make me love you. There were more familiar faces on the other side of the glass, however, and I missed them too. That's an exagerration of sorts, but the look on their faces when they recognize you is gratifying and feeds the ego of attention - mister "I'm gonna pretend like the Lusty is gross but I've been coming here everyday for decades, no lie", his little cock lit up just like this face and he was grunting a little harder than his usual lackluster wank.
Booth was lonely, though. And a bigger reminder of how few dollars there actual are to make mine with my clothes off.
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