A Visit to Art: Part 2

The spectacle at the front of the theatre should have been the most interesting thing in the room...

Continued from A Visit to Art: Part 1

Image credit: The Journal of Adult Theaters

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At an adult theater you should always give new arrivals at least fifteen minutes to get the action started before approaching. This is one of the commandments. In this case, we didn’t know how long the circle jerk had been going on, but it is best to err on the side of caution. Plus, the real newcomer here was the woman to my left. I wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

I glanced her way. Her fingers fidgeted as though itching for her pen. Her eyes were huge, taking everything in - the balconies over which hung two couples enjoying the proceedings below; the red lights splashed on the walls; the circle of men with their dicks out, surrounding the 69-ing couple; me. I was startled to suddenly find her eyes on mine, but I held them.

“What do you think?” I asked.

It was hard to tell in the low light but I think she was flushed.

‘Wow,’ she mouthed. She leaned closer. “Doesn’t seem real.”

I nodded.

“So we should wait fifteen minutes?”

I smiled. She’d read my reports. “Since they’ve already been at it, maybe just five more.”

She nodded and returned her gaze to the spectacle.

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The spectacle at the front of the theatre should have been the most interesting thing in the room, but the presence to my right kept drawing my gaze. I liked watching him watch them. He took the responsibility of observer seriously. Mouth turned down slightly at the corners, brow furrowed. His thumbs rubbed the tops of his thighs rhythmically and I noted a hint of…terrain tenting his pants.