In the city where I lived, we had just two proper adult cinemas. Sure we had bookstores where you could buy magazines, books DVDs and so on, but only two places where you could sit in relative comfort and watch some hard-core porno action.
The larger of the two was in Chinatown. Frankly, I didn’t like it; it was cold in winter and always smelt a bit damp and musty. The other however, just along the road from the TV studios was altogether a different place. It had a small lounge where you could sit and have a coffee, or a sandwich, and two “cinemas” – although they had long since changed over to DVDs on a big projections screen.
One cinema had, perhaps, 15 rows of seats with maybe ten seats to a row, and the other, much smaller took maybe 35 or 40 people. The larger one also had a small raised stage in front of the screen where they had regular striptease shows.
When I first started visiting, they had strippers on at 1pm, 3pm, 5pm and 7pm, every week day, and usually had two girls, one after the other. The girls would bring either a tape of a CD of their music to perform to.
With the passage of time, and,(no doubt) economic conditions, the frequency of strips diminished, and it ended up with one girl, on Tuesdays and Thursdays only, at 1pm and 3pm.
Still, sometimes those days fitted in well with my disjointed work schedules, and it was fun to go along at about 12.15, watch 45 minutes of porn, and then enjoy a (usually) very attractive young woman getting naked in front of me. Sometimes, if the film and/or the girl had been particularly good, I would round off my afternoon with a visit to a nearby massage parlor.
The back row of the 15 was usually full of those guys who wanted to wank or be wanked by other men; that wasn’t my scene so I avoided that row. When I was there on a Srrip day, I tried for a front row seat, as that meant you had naked pussy about 5 foot in front of you.
Over the months, I learnt that, by and large, they had a list of girls who would appear on a regular basis. There was Tina, with her gorgeous body, large firm looking tits, and an all over tan, who, despite the body, was strangely unarousing in her act. There was Louisa, very pretty, but her act involved covering herself in aerosol shaving foam, which she then rubbed into her body; only thing was she used so much she might as well have stayed dressed for all that you could see.
After seeing her for the third or fourth time, I decided that my favorite was Lilly. She was a more mature lady, maybe 35 or 36, tall, not fat but well built. She had long dark red hair with that horny glint in her eye. She always seemed to have recorded long tracks to perform to, so she was always on stage for 11 or 12 minutes, unlike some girls who picked 2 minute tracks and were on and off in 5 minutes.
Lilly’s “act” was to come on stage, usually wearing very little, strip naked as quickly as possible ( I timed her once – from appearing on stage to being completely nude took all of 23 seconds) and, once naked, she would spend the rest of her time on stage masturbating in glorious close-up –usually with her fingers but occasionally with one of her props – a lotion bottle or the handle of a leather whip, for example.
I went along one day, paid my minimal entrance fee, and slipped into the gloom of the cinema. The very last seat at the far end of the front row was the only one on that row still vacant, so I eased through the row behind and took it.
The film was good, a pretty slim blonde being gang banged by seven big black men, and I was nicely hard inside my pants when the film froze, the garish lights on the stage came up, and the over-amplified voice of the attendant announced “gentlemen – please put your hands together to welcome on stage the very lovely – LILLY!”
Whoopee, my favourite! The music started up – a very long Pink Floyd track, and in came Lilly, carrying a bottle of baby oil. Hmmm, Okay, so she’ll be oiling up her body, that’s worth looking forward to, I thought.
As normal, she was naked in quick order. Then to my immense surprise – for this had never ever happened before in all my many visits to this Club – she swung her legs over the edge of the stage and jumped down to stand in front of the little stage, immediately between the front row of watching men and the stage itself. She stood in front of the guy sat in the seat at the far end of the row from me, dribbled some oil onto her big bare tits and invited him to rub it in.
Of course, he needed no persuading, and had a good fondle of her fine boobs and big dark nipples. Then she moved along the row, and repeated the invitation to the next man, who again had a good grope, this time being a bit bolder and sucking one nipple into his mouth.
Now, in this cinema there had always been a fair amount of quite open wanking, with a fair number of men opening their pants and freeing their cocks, and some of them did so quite openly on the front row when the strippers were on, and sometimes the girls would make rude comments about the array of dick on display on the front row.
So, while Lilly was being fondled by the guy in seat #2 I watched and wondered what would happen when she got to #4, as the man there was stroking his hard cock, sticking from his pants. At seat #3 she dispensed with the oil, and just offered up her tits for the man there to suck and nuzzle on, and then she moved on to #4. Again she held her tits together for him to suck on, and once his hands had replaced hers she took his cock in her hand and gave him a gentle rub.
At this, there was a rustle of clothing, as all the rest of the row – me included – unzipped and produced our erections. At #6 she bent and took his cock into her mouth while he played with her tits, and the same at #s 7, 8 and 9. The she came to my seat. My cock was rigid now, and sure enough, her warm wet mouth closed over it. After a good deepthroating – while I got a handful of those tits – she stood up, and leaned back against the edge of the stage. “Cum over me” she said, softly, to me, and beckoned me with one finger.
I stood up also, and she took my cock in her hand and expertly jacked me and in no time I was cumming, several thick jets which landed on her tits and belly. “Anybody else, guys?” she called out, and quickly there was a queue of men, cocks in hand, waiting to unload onto her.
By the time her music ended, she was covered in cum. Every man who wanted to (for some didn’t and stayed sat down, and one even left!) had spunked onto her. She climbed, dripping, back onto the stage, took a stagey bow, and exited to thunderous applause.
I had never before – or indeed since – seen (or taken part) in such an event. It was also the last time I ever saw Lilly. In all the times I was there after, she never reappeared, and no other stripper ever left the stage of allowed the audience to touch her.
Although this was 7 years ago, and the cinema has long since closed and is now a trendy bar I still remember Lilly’s swansong with absolute clarity.