I walked slowly up 42nd street toward Time Square. My eyes scanned the crowd, always alert, looking for the muggers and pick pockets that had become common place since the late sixties. The sound of a Marathon Checker Cab was followed by the familiar holler of the cabbie yelling at a drunk pedestrian as he stumbled off the curb and into the slow moving traffic.
"Fuckin idiot," he yelled in a thick New York accent as he stomped on the gas and the big yellow beast lurched away in a thick black cloud of exhaust smoke.
The drunk staggered back onto the sidewalk and weaved toward the bright lights outside one of the many peep shows that lined the street. New York had become a cesspool of depravity with freaks, crooks and whores outnumbering the civilized masses of Manhattan.
A hooker with long straight blonde hair and bloodshot eyes walked toward me and smiled. Her teeth were straight and surprisingly white, evidence that she had come from a good family before diving head first into the oldest profession.
"Wanna good time?" She asked in a natural southern drawl as she brushed against me. Her slender body, not really my type but sexy none the less, felt nice and my dick stirred in my pants as I made eye contact. She was obviously high but her eyes focused on mine and she brushed her hand against my cock making it swell as I considered her offer. I'd never paid for sex. I'd never had to before but I was in my forties and the sexy young women who used to offer me sex for free in the sixties were long gone. I was a middle aged divorcee with a dead end job and a slight drinking problem, not exactly prime pickings despite my still youthful and fit appearance.
"Maybe later," I replied as my hand returned the favor and brushed across the thin polyester silk of her cheap, short dress. She was surprisingly soft for someone so skinny and I wondered for a moment if I should have taken her up on her offer. It had been several weeks since I'd gotten laid and I was horny but almost broke and the money I'd have to pay her would come out of my drinking cash.
"I'll be here," she said moving away and looking for another possible customer as I stepped into a seedy strip club.
I paid the bouncer the dollar cover and sat at the stage. A sexy brunette with a voluptuous body swayed on stage as bad disco, a redundant term if ever there was one, filled the room. A scantily clad, waifish girl with straight, sandy blonde hair took my order and scampered off as I placed a dollar on the stage for the dancer. She looked like a cross between a hippy and a disco chick and I watched her ass swing side to side for a moment before turning my attention back to the sexy dancer. I'd always liked women with curves and tits and she had them in volumes. She alsohad had abeen pretty faceand with a very sexy smile.
The sexy dancer sat in front of me and stuffed the dollar into her white garder. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she cupped her big pillowy tits and pinched her long, hard nipples. The room was warm and I wondered if she enjoyed her job or perhaps it was me that got her juices flowing. Her hands slid down her thick, curvy hips and over her dark hairy pussy as she looked deep into my eyes and smiled knowingly. She pulled her labia apart and I looked at the wet pink flesh as she dipped a finger inside her canal and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Her eyes fluttered and her body shivered as she sighed softly. She half closed her eyes and moaned softly so the other patrons couldn't hear her.
"Thanks honey," she said as she stood over me on the stage and wiped her glistening fingers on her thick thigh before walking off to sit in front of another lecherous fool no different that I.
The sandy blonde waitress placed a beer in front of me and waited as a dug two dollars from my front pocket. I told her to keep it and I quickly sucked down the heady brew before walking back out into the night. I was looking for something but like most people on 42nd street I didn't know what it was.
My eyes were drawn to a sign across the street that promised a live show every hour. I scurried across the busy street and ducked inside as rain started to fall from the warm summer sky.
The bouncer, a greasy biker with long, thinning hair and an untrimmed beard took my three dollars and informed me that there was a two drink minimum before stepping to the side and letting me pass. He was nearly my height and weight but he was thicker around the middle with sloping shoulders and flabby arms. Despite his pear shape he was an imposing figure and I had no intension of starting trouble.
The room was dark and the stage was empty as I walked back to the bar and grabbed a beer. I'd been drinking since before noon but I was far from drunk and I scanned the room for a place to sit as a PA announcer introduced the next performers. Tracey, a curvy redhead sashayed onto the stage with a pretty, well endowed brunette in tow. The brunette, Molly, wore a black leather bodice and a studded leather collar with a matching leash and a lot of makeup.
Tracey tugged the leash and pushed Molly to her knees as she hoisted her short skirt up and guided the brunette's pretty face to her thick, hairy muff. Her head leaned back and she shuddered as Molly dug her tongue into her quivering cunt working deep as the Domme held her head tight.
I soaked in the scene as I sipped my beer and my dick went rigid in my tight Levis. I had never managed to hook up with two bisexual girls but like most guys I fantasized about it a lot and the two on stage were both as sexy as hell. They weren't skinny and they had padding in all the right places.
Tracy came as Molly licked her snatch, or if she faked it she was one hell of an actress. She pulled the brunette to her feet and their lips met in a deep wet kiss. Tracey was in charge and she ordered Molly to strip for the audience.
