Today there are less than adult movie theater locations in the United States. Adult video arcades are private viewing booths for pornographic films usually in the same location of an adult movie theater s or adult book store. There are several different method of payments to purchase viewing time for video arcades such as tokens, cards, or depositing money directly into the booth.
Jezebel poses in her booth at the live peep show where she works. She's an artist, and enjoys drawing during her downtime. Kitty checks her makeup in the mirror before her shift.
Underneath the Gowanus Expressway, in an area generously included in Sunset Park but really not much more than a detritus-strewn, completely forgotten, and rarely traversed stretch of 3rd Avenue, sit a curious collection of shops, glass windows and brick walls routinely rattled as wheelers hurtle by just 10 feet above. Along on a stretch between 39th and 24th Streets, there are eight of these shops, a rate of nearly one per block. They're sex shops, like the ones you could once find in Times Square.
I have logged 10 ,count em, 10 years working for an adult bookstore and I think I am more than qualified to offer some helpful tips to make your visit to these shops just a little more enjoyable. Please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. It is a complete wast of time to become upset when I refuse to shake your hand after you exit the arcade. You just had anonymous sex with a man, woman, tranny, or you just got finished masturbating.
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My first job out of college was a "pleasure specialist," which sounds way worse than it is. I sold sex toys. There was nothing quite like the shocked faces of relatives when I told them how I was spending my post-grad time.
Working as a porn clerk for four years was a brilliant, outlandish adventure better than any Chuck Palahniuk novel. I watched sweet grannies try on sexy maid outfits in the dressing room; and newlywed couples traipse dreamily through the aisles in their wedding garb while selecting items for their honeymoon. I accepted countless soggy, butt-pocket dollars from truckers; made friends with porn stars, prostitutes, and the occasional police officer; and heard the sounds of a suburban dad getting serviced in the back room.
Times Square may be a G-rated tourist temple, but an avenue away, the "live girls" aren't going anywhere. And despite your utter hatred of Midtown crowds, you continue north toward 42nd. It would be worse yet if you ran into a family friend, or, at the most dire end of the spectrum, a relative, during those two seconds of awkwardness when you leave this world and enter another. You never break stride.
Between 44th and 48th on the west side of Manhattan's 8th Avenue the side of the street that gets dark a little earlierthere are four shining establishments where one can go to enjoy a wide selection of pornography, and to masturbate inside of a box. I did a quick after-work tour in the interest of helping you nail down the place that best suits your sensibilities. My stop at Gotham City was by far the most pleasant.