Pagan Moss' Peep Show Stories

Monday, May 17, 2004

Doctors Invade Seattle

Doctors Invade Seattle

It was late summer in Seattle. I laid on my back in my booth wearing nothing but a pink bikini and a scowl, watching beads of sweat form and then drip down my stomach. It was approaching 10:00 at night and the temperature felt like it was getting hotter.

"The guy on the radio says it's down to 70 . . . fuck that shit," Virginia screamed from her booth. "Fuck this place. I've had it."

Virgina jumped out of her booth and threw on a robe. "I'm going out front to tell them they need to fix the fucking air conditioning or I'm going home."

"They don't give a fuck, Virginia. They think if we're hot back here, we'll sit around naked."

The dressing room door slammed.

I looked back at the hallway to find two distinguished-looking gentlemen standing in front of my booth, looking me up and down. One was doing the talking, while the other listened, stroking his chin while he studied the floor. He nodded his head every other word or so. When the man doing the talking stopped, they both looked up at me again, smiled, and then walked back down the hallway.

Virginia threw open the door, "Did you see them? Did they want a show?"

"They sure looked me up and down. But no, they didn't get a show."

"Damn, she said. They looked like they had money." She lit a cigarette.

A couple minutes later, the two men came back. Virginia jumped in her booth. "Hi, baby. Go in my booth." I heard her pound on the glass. "Go in there . . . yeah there."

I heard her booth door open and then close.

The guy wearing glasses jumped into my booth. I peeked through the crack in the shade to see if he knew what to do. He didn't strike me as a Peep Show connoisseur. His eyes darted around the booth. I suspected he was hunting for what we affectionately call at the clinic, "the white stuff." He seemed to position himself directly in the middle of the room as if he were standing on a rock above a pool of hot lava.

I picked up the phone. "Hi baby. Have you been here before?"

"No, I'm just in town on business."

I gave him the run down on the shows and he put his money in the bill acceptor. "Full nudity will be fine," he said. Meaning, no masturbation, thank you.

His shade began to rise.

He greeted me with an indifferent smile, his arms were crossed.

I danced around the booth. "Where are you from?"

"Palo Alto."

"Oh, very nice."

"Yeah, I like it."

I took my bikini top off and flung it at the glass, trying to lighten things up a little.

He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.

"You know, you can get comfortable if you'd like. There's tissues on the wall."

"Thanks, but it's nice just watching you."

"OK, just making sure you're having fun." I played with my tits for a while, bouncing what I had in my hands. I traced circles around my areolas with my fingertips and pulled on my nipples a little.

"Nice breasts. I bet they're really sensitive."

"I bet you'd like to find out."

His mouth formed a slight smile.

I undid the ties of my bikini bottoms. They fell to the floor. I turned around so he could see my ass and I gave it a hard slap. "I bet you'd like to spank me?"

"Yes, I would."

I jiggled my ass in his face for a while before turning around so he could see my bare pussy.

"Do you like shaved pussies?"

"Yes, I do. I don't get to see them very often."

"Strippers in California don't shave, sweetie?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't go to those kinds of places very often. I'm a doctor."

"What kind of doctor?"

"Family practice."

Wow. He examines moms, dads, kids, and grandmas, I thought. And I just asked him if he liked shaved pussies.

"Can you squat for me so I can see your lips hanging down? You know, you've got great lips."

I never thought I'd hear that coming out of a doctor's mouth, but I obliged nonetheless.

He bent over and got his face real close, then adjusted his glasses. His face was fixed in utter concentration and I felt as if he were looking for melanoma on my vulva.

The doctor's time ran out and the curtain started to come down. "Nice, very nice," he said, nodding at me. And then he disappeared behind the curtain.

He slipped his card and a tip through the tip slot. "I'm staying at the Hyatt across the street. My room number is on the card. I'll make it worth your while." And with that, he left the booth.

I put my bikini back on and jumped out of the booth. Virginia was done with her show already and was smoking a cigarette outside of her booth.

"Can you believe they were doctors?" Virginia laughed. "Did he give you his card?"


"Are you gonna do it?"

"No, I can't."

"Really? I don't want to do it by myself and I can really use the money."

"Sorry, I can't."

"Hmmm . . . I'm gonna try Gracie. I bet she'd do it with me." Virginia grinded her cigarette into a candle votive and jumped back into her booth with her cell phone in hand.

I jumped back into my booth, too.

A couple of minutes later, another pair of distinguished gentlemen came down the hallway. One went to Virginia and one came to me. He was an ER doctor and he wanted to watch me masturbate. At the end of the show, I couldn't resist telling him, "You know, you're the second doctor I've seen tonight."

"I'm not surprised," he laughed. "There's a doctor's convention in Seattle this week. Thousands of doctors are in town."


"So do you do anything outside of here?"

"Sorry, I just work here."

"Well, if you change your mind, you can get a hold of me." He put his card and a tip in the tip slot and left the booth.

There were four more pairs of doctors that night and four more cards.

I decided I had made enough money for the night and started packing my things.

"You leaving?" Virginia asked, peeking out from her booth.

"Yeah, you don't mind do you?"

"No, not at all. Gracie should be here any minute anyway. She's going out with me tonight."

"Be careful. Oh, and here . . . take these," I said, handing her my cards.

"Oh, thanks."

I picked up my bag and started to leave when Gracie came flying through the door with a large grocery bag in her arms.

"Hi, ladies," she said, setting the bag on the counter. She proceeded to pull out two bottles of champagne.

"Wanna drink before you leave?" Gracie asked.

"I guess I can stay for one."

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