A Seattle peep-show girl shares stories of her customers and adventures stemming from her bare-it-all behavior. Also known as Pagan Moss, of Sensual Liberation Army.
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Thursday, June 12, 2003
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Fantasy Boys
At Fantasy, there are clerks that run the front desk and janitors that clean the booths, theatre, dressing room, and bathrooms. The clerk and janitors are all guys and most of them are youger . . . in their twenties.
I don't like to generalize, but the guys that are drawn to these jobs seem to be artists, anarchists, computer geeks (the hacker types vs. microsoft), punk rockers, and goths. They often wear all black and have multiple tats and piercings.
Unlike the dancers, the clerks and janitors are actual employees of Fantasy.
We seem to have a love/hate relationship with the clerks/janitors. I'm not sure if they resent us somehow , , , either because we make more money, or because they have to clean up after us and our customers. I suppose some of them get tired of dealing with the flaky dancers who don't show up for work or come in late. I sometimes wonder how they feel about us . . . if they think what we do has some redeeming quality, or if they think we are damaged goods.
At first, I thought the guys working at Fantasy might have chosen the job because they were sex positive and thought it would be a positive experience. Now that I've worked here for a while, I think it's more like they're working here because they have too many tattoos and piercings and this place tolerates their appearance.
The job is also fairly easy . . . as long as you do not have a strong aversion to cum, in addition to other bodily fluids. Well . . . and then there's the occasional freaky customer that you have to deal with or kick out and I don't think the job pays that well. So . . . maybe the job has some drawbacks, but you get to watch porn while you sit at the front desk.
There is a television monitor that sits on a shelf below the desk, which is out of the customers' view. There is also a camera on stage so when we are doing a show for a customer, the guys at the counter can watch us on the monitor if they want to. Fortunately for us, the picture is in black and white and you can't see much.
The guys also come back to the dressing room once in a while during their break to hang out and talk. Most of them smoke, too, and the dancers and staff are constantly bumming cigarettes and lighters off each other. Some girls walk around half naked, if not totally naked, in front of the guys in the dressing room. Most of the guys seem a little desensitized, or act like they don't care. There are those times though, when a girl is looking particularily hot, and they can't hide that they're turned on. They usually end up walking away quickly.
Relationships between the staff and dancers are strongly discouraged at Fantasy. Sometimes there is sexual tension between staff and dancers and sometimes there's flirting or joking around, but no one dates.
A while back, one dancer confided in me that she and one of the clerks fucked on the counter in the dressing room bathroom. I also heard a story about two dancers who went out after work to meet their boyfriends. Later that evening, or should I say early the next morning, they all (including the two guys) came back to Fantasy and snuck back into the dressing room. They had been drinking and were feeling a little frisky. They all went on stage (at this hour, the peep show is closed), took their clothes off and started fucking. I guess the clerk working at the time, saw them all on the monitor and started watching them. When they were done, the guys left the stage, while the girls put their clothes back on. The clerk walked into one of the booths on stage and put his face to the tip slot on stage and told one of the girls that he could smell her. They got freaked out and left. No one ever found out about this.
Sometimes I feel bad for the things the clerks and janitors have to put up with. The other day, I was walking up to the front desk when I saw that there was a man and woman up there and they seemed to be having an argument. I decided to act like I was getting a drink from the water fountain so I could listen in on them. The woman told the clerk that the guy standing next to her owed her $20.00. The clerk looked puzzled. "Yeah, he stole $20.00 from me," she went on.
"You stole $20.00 from her?" the clerk asked the man.
"I don't know what she's talking about," the man responded.
The woman went on to say that she went into the video booth with the man and performed a particular service and that the man did not pay her the $20.00. I could tell the clerk could not believe what he was hearing. He told them both that they needed to leave right now . . . that what they did was totally illegal. The woman kept insisting that the guy pay her. The clerk stood up and pointed to the stairs and said, "You both need to leave right now before I call the police and don't ever come back here again."
They finally left.
I also feel sorry for the janitors because of the things they have to clean up . . . as well as the things they find. They often find carrots (in addition to other vegetables), used underwear, adult toys, etc. in the booths.
At least they have plenty of interesting stories to tell.
I am very sad to say that Syrenn has quit Fantasy.
I thought she might be back because she left some stuff in her locker, but I think she's gone for good.
Syrenn was one of the most beautiful and talented girls at Fantasy. She is an artist (singer, songwriter, etc.) and used to be part of the group, Diva Destruction, which is pretty big in the UK. She went to New York and L.A. for a while to try it on her own, but ended up coming back to Seattle. She has a new band now, but I can't remember the name.
She also has some talent as a photographer. One night, it was pretty slow so she did my makeup and took some pictures of me wearing her red wig (these are the pics in Pagan's Pics #2 above left corner). I gave her my blonde wig and took some pictures of her, too. We had a lot of fun. That was one of the last nights we worked together.
I just had to post these sexy pics of Girl. She brought her flogger into work yesterday, and it went along perfectly with her skin tight PVC dress and fish net stockings. I'm not really into BDSM, but I wouldn't mind being tied up and flogged (not too hard) by a pretty girl.
Unlike myself, Girl is interested in BDSM and wants to be a Pro Dom (Professional Dominatrix) someday. She is bi and has been talking about finding a girlfriend to play with. Last month, we went to the Wild Rose together, which is a lesbian bar on Capital Hill in Seattle. We were hoping to find a cute girl for her. There were a lot of cute girls, but we were too shy and didn't talk to anyone. It was exciting to be in a room full of women that like other women. I'm not gay (maybe bi), but the atmosphere was intoxicating.
Afterwards, we went to the Hot House (underneath the Wild Rose), which is a bath house for women. It was late at night and we were the only ones there. We took off our clothes and relaxed in the whirl pool and sauna.
Dancers at Fantasy often communicate with each other via letters taped up on dressing room mirrors. The letters are usually about someone losing something, or accusing someone of stealing.
At The Lusty Lady, where there were about 50 girls working, there were always letters plastered on the mirrors. The letters there were not so much about items lost or stolen (although there were those, too), but were more along the lines of, "Hey, I want to go to Burning Man . . . can I hitch a ride with someone." The girls there always had something going on the side. Some girls had bands, others were artists (actors, painters, photographers, fashion designers, etc) and they would often post notes to invite everyone to their show.
I remember one dancer who was throwing a party to celebrate menstruation.
One time, there were several girls who came down with this nasty yeast infection. I was lucky enough to have escaped this. Many of the girls went to the clinic for this and posted notes on the mirror sharing the information their doctor gave them, along with suggestions on how to avoid getting it.
