I've already told how Annette and I got hired as porn actors after a wild night at a live theater. Dominique, the owner, told us to just walk in and "perform" either at his sex shop or his theater when we felt like it, adding: "I'm sure you'll feel like it very often!". That cold winter of 1974 in Paris remains one of the most cherished memories of all my life. I simply cannot bring myself to feel any guilt at being paid for making love to Annette. I'm sure she doesn't either.
We had come home from the theater thinking that we'd never have the courage to do it. In fact, we began our strange career on the very next day. We had flagged a cab after leaving the theater at 2 am, being too tired to walk or even stay awake. But already on the way home, the image of what had just happened, with my making love to Annette on a stage and watching her get fucked by Dominique, was enough to bring me back to life. When I looked at my girlfriend, the well-known mischievous twinkle in her eye told me she was at least as aroused as I was. She said "I can't wait, Mark, it was too beautiful!". Our hands crossed, mine under her skirt and hers behind my belt. She didn't let go even while I was paying the cabby. We ran upstairs but had to stop before the door of the tiny studio where we were sharing her brother's bed.
* Shit! Matt is sleeping in here, we can't fuck with him in the same bed. Do me here, now!
* The neighbors will be going to work soon.
* Fuck the neighbors. Come here, let me eat you.
We ended up in a furious sixty-nine on the landing. Before daybreak we finally had to go inside and slip into the bed next to Matt, who was too drunk to wake up, and fell asleep holding each other. We woke up to the smell of coffee. Matt said: "Hi, how was the show?"
* Oh, we enjoyed it. Aren't you late for work?
* No, I'm too sick for that, I guess I'll stay home.
Annette's hand, which was holding my peter under the covers, froze. She whispered to my ear: "There's no way I can make love with him watching, I'll go crazy here!"
"Same here", I said, "but let's try to sleep a little". There was no sleeping, of course.
After a couple of hours she whispered: "I have an idea! We'll take Dominique's offer, so we'll be watched and we'll make money too".
"Fine with me, let's go!" When she got out of the shower, she asked Matt if she could borrow his heavy mantle, and donned it over her bare skin, wearing nothing under it. Matt raised his eyebrows but didn't comment. She put on high-heeled pumps and off we went, to the Rue Saint Denis.
By the time we arrived to Dominique's sex shop I was as aroused as a donkey thinking of her in the nude under that mantle. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the shop was almost empty. We first thought of asking for the manager but at that moment we saw our friend Angela coming out of one of the peep show circles dressed in a string bikini. She laughed: "You two kids are really hot! What, already back for more?" Then she explained the setup. One of the booth circles was for single women and the other for couples. The room inside the booths was for the "ordinary" show. Then there were the Specials upstairs, where onlookers paid a hundred francs to sit on chairs in the same room as the actors - but could not touch them. Finally, the Private shows took place with only one customer or one group. In this last, expensive category, it was up to the actors to make their own arrangements with the customers.
"OK," said Annette, "let's start!". Angela laughed again: "Seeing that I brought you two into this, I deserve a little something. Your first number will be with me, I've waited long enough. But first let's go where you can relax and undress". Annette smiled: "No need, sweetie". She looked around at the six or seven men in the shop, shrugged her shoulders to let the heavy mantle fall to the floor and appeared in the nude wearing only her high heels, breathtakingly beautiful on her long and muscled legs.
Angela told me to follow them so I could watch, and led Annette by the hand to the booth circle. While we were entering the dressing room I saw that all the customers were slipping into the peep booths.