"Pick a number, any number," Bill chanted under his breath, sounding like a circus shill at a roulette game."Pick a number, any number," Bill chanted under his breath, sounding like a circus shill at a roulette game. Lisa laughed at him, "Let's try booth twenty one, since we're both adults and over." Bill laughed as the looked at the numbers on the doors to find booth twenty one. Lisa noticed how many men were just standing around, slouching against the dark walls, looking at her as they sought the number. Everything was painted black in the exhibition hallways. Recessed dim lights in the ceiling lit the narrow hallways as they wound around the corners until the found booth twenty one. Lisa had noticed red lights above each door, some on, some off as they had walked the hallways, and understood the lights to mean that the booth was occupied if illuminated. Closing the door, Bill found a slide lock and slid it to the door, effectively preventing unwanted intrusions. It was pitch black in the booth, with only two dim neon lights by the coin slots of the quarter machine. Bill inserted a quarter in a slot and the movie started. The reflected lighting lit the booth enough to allow them to see a bench wide enough for two, and they sat, Lisa rubbing Bill's cock through the fabric of his trousers. Two girls were making love on the small two foot by three foot screen in front of the bench, sucking each others pussy's in a sixty nine position, and Lisa wondered how it would feel having another woman suck her. Might be softer than a man, but she didn't know if she could handle the thought of her sucking another girl's cunt. The idea didn't turn her on all that much. Lisa saw light at the side of the booth they were inside, coming from the next booth through the six inch circular hole opening cut in the wall. "Jesus, Bill.", breathed Lisa, "I could look right into the next booth, through that hole." "That's what it's all about, baby. You can satisfy your voyeurs instinct and look in either booth, there or there." Bill indicated the hole in the other wall. "Wow. I think I'm going to like this. You mean that I get down on my knees and just watch what the person in the next booth is doing?" Lisa giggled. "Right on.." Bill whispered in her ear, "Just peek in the hole. That's why these are called peek shows!" Lisa leaned forward, peering cautiously, her eyes approaching the opening, looking into the next booth, to see an elderly grey haired, obese male, fat stomach hanging, trousers down at his ankles, pulling at his limp cock while he watched the show in his booth. |