DCO visited Fantasyland 1 in Tampa, FL on a recent Friday night, and here is his tale of patience, virtue, and paying it forward.
Those of us veterans in this thing of ours have had night's like this. And Dry Clean Only handled it like a boss.
Here we go.
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Doc, condolences on v1.0. I've been down that path with Outlook and a bad hard drive before. Consumed two weeks and all the might I could muster to wind up with nothing. Glad to hear some of our more "savvy" friends have been able to help restore the archives.
I had one hell of an experience at Fantasyland I in Tampa recently on a Friday night, and I didn't even get to play! During the business-hours drudgery of the conference that brought me to town, I couldn't help but check CL to see what may be in store later that night at FL. Lo and behold, there was recent post stating, more or less, guy would arrive with two blondes at 11pm looking for BBC. Even though yours truly would be a far cry from desired talent pool, I figured it would be worth drive and wait, and better than beers with my work buddies.
The parking lot had a good 18 cars in it upon 10pm arrival, and, the staff was cool as can be. Needless to say, a well-run establishment. Several guys outside smoking was the first tip-off that I'd need to fill a prescription from the Good Doctor for that double-dose of patience. Folks, when the Good Doctor preaches patience as part of the remedy for our fever, why do anything else? His track record of successful outcomes for our common prognoses speaks for itself. It's too bad that his sound advice is not widely practiced by the majority of sufferers (i.e. keep reading).
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Ok, so after checking the place out thoroughly, I got comfy among the crowd of the usual suspects, plus two young couples sitting separately on the sofas minding their own business and apparently keeping hands to themselves.
One of these young ladies was wearing a very revealing top and bottom dress, which showed off her D-size rack. It wasn't long until both couples independently checked out... guy leading the way in both cases. I heard through the grapevine that both couples had left and not ventured into the generous arcade booths, which have enormous glory holes.
Then, I'd say, about 1 hour in, a 5' 9", 150lb, 40-ish blond with nice smile comes in like she owns the place with guy in tow. Picture suburban soccer mom and dad stopping by the ol' adult theater on their way home after dinner out. They sit down in the middle of the theater on their own sofa, and, of course, the wolf pack converges.
The wolf pack, of course, is not your suburban soccer moms and dads. The couple chats quit comfortably for about 15 minutes, and then gets up to leave the theater; again, he's in tow. I figured they were o-u-t out, and they made a quick right in the hallway from theater to bookstore, and ducked into one two pairs of adjoining playrooms. Folks, you guessed it, Mr. Patience, following the Good
Doctor's advice, couldn't believe he missed the opportunity to duck into their playroom or the adjoining playroom. And, now, the vultures began to circle.
Three dudes in the adjoining room, and the couple in the other. Both doors locked. And it stayed that way for about 20 minutes. The crowd generally got impatient, but a few of us hung around. It was obvious the boys in the adjoining room were getting their fill of head... not sure if it was from Mr., Mrs. or both. Also, it sounded like Mrs. was getting through the hole and from Mr. Mr. and Mrs. were chatting and moving furniture around. Oh to be a fly on that wall, or, hell to get invited in!
Those chances were dashed by a new player, "Playa", who arrived on scene. Playa inserted himself into the subdued, patient mix of hopefuls awaiting one of the doors to open up. Playa had one hand on his junk under his 3x oversized t-shirt, and used his other appendage to continually rap at the couple's door with his knuckles while whispering, "got some more for you". Seeing how I didn't quite fit the BBC description, I figured it best to keep my mouth shut, as I may have been the only LWD (little white dude) on property (for the time being).
Well, after several rounds of this behavior, it's no surprise that the couple threw their clothes on and took off... again Mr. in tow. The dudes from the adjoining room finally appeared, shit-eating-grins and all.
So, folks, for the impatient among us, that's how things go, and you might have gone home at that point... hey: blond shows up at 11 as advertised, takes 3 brothers on with hubby, takes off to cut the
babysitter loose. Patience.
As I take my seat in the theater and pass another hour of crappy porn away, I watched the cast of
characters in this establishment grow. Nothing exciting. I bounced over to the arcade booths and surfed some similarly crappy porn. I checked out the theater one more time, and decided my supply of patience pills in short supply. No sooner did I get halfway to the car, did a well-maintained, late model Accord pull into the lot with a couple. As I debated putting the key into the ignition, they pulled in next to me. I smiled. She fussed. They got out.
Folks, it doesn't get much better than this. He gets out and is 6', preppy-casually dressed, about 42. She gets out in black heels, black tube-style dress, just above the nips, and just below that sharp angle between her butt (strike that, Ed.: "fine ass") and thigh. Well, again, the wolf pack beat me to the entrance to the store from the parking lot, but the kind clerk at the counter pointed me in the right direction (arcade vs. theater). I take my seat in the theater, and, of course, the vultures are circling.
He's kind of a Matthew Perry like guy. She's 5'7"+heels, 120lbs soaking wet (which she was), blond almost shoulder-length hair, and full b-cup tits, sinfully in shape, and all of 26 years young. God help me. At the moment, and in my memory, I'd draw a dead-ringer comparison to actress Blake Lively. But, she's probably like Jerry Seinfeld's girlfriend from that "lighting" episode.
Ok, so all of a sudden, Matt stands up and take her by the hand quickly into the other pair of fun rooms between the theater and shop. And the wolf pack worked fast. One brotha dives into adjoining
room and locks the door. Within about a minute, Matt says (thin walls and doors)... "Man, she says that's a smelly, dirty, dick... Go take a bath". The peanut gallery was both in awe and hysterics, and out came Pig Pen who left for the night. Now a well established line had formed, and, friends, two new guys got into the adjoining room were some pretty lucky bastards. Of course, they were jus what had been requested on CL, I surmise.
What made this much more interesting is that the door to the fun room that this couple was in had a reverse peephole. Yes, we could just barely see her bobbing on BBC, but what was more interesting is that Matt was filming the whole adventure.
Two guys exit, and two more enter the adjoining room. She spent about 10 minutes with the first pair. They were elated. She spends another 10 minutes with the second pair - again elated. The pacing was made all that much more fun by the rotation past the peephole that this new brotherhood, myself included, was to enjoy for the next hour and a half. This gal goes through three groups. At one point, turning away a well dressed, well mannered black man who may well have fit the BBC requirement, but, in their words, was told "No old dudes". I'd say he was the perfect complement to that surgeon, Richard, on Grey's Anatomy.
OK, so three groups down, and then they announce they're going outside for a smoke but will be back shortly. They come back in not more than 10 minutes later, and had apparently struck up conversation with one particularly well groomed, conducted, and hung guy named, Mike, who had been taking turns with me enjoying the peep.
Well, Mike gets invited in with his buddy by Matt and Blake to Matt and Blake's room, while the shop keep guy and another brotha duck into the adjoining room. Friends, another 15 minutes goes by while we wait for the guys in the adjoining room to come out, only to find that the glory hole door had been shut on the last round.
Well, the other guys and I had been rotating through, the peep hole, and words will not describe what that peep hole had shown. Blake was on her hands and knees on the sofa, taking Mike and another brotha's enormous cocks - fore and aft - while Mike was smacking that fine ass and she was letting everyone know how much she loved it. Then, she was slouched on her back on the sofa, with one of the guys pumping her pussy on his knees, and the other jamming his huge dick down her throat... all the while she takes it like a champ, and he videos it like a pro.
There's a certain je ne sais quois about watching filthy hot sex with a beautiful blond and two well endowed studs through a peep hole in dimly lit retail establishment at 2am while out of town in a group of guys who are all courteously sharing in the privilege. Well, the next thing that happened is that the final group of guys in that room came out disappointed they didn't get their cocks drained, but did have the privilege of watching all the action from a golf-ball sized hole in the drywall about 2' off the floor.
So, we all took turns rotating by the hole in the drywall and the peep hole. Man, that hole in the
adjoining room was hot. Blake's shaven, young pussy and firm little tits were just 18" or so away on the other side of the wall. It was a weird cross of watching hot porn on HDTV, but being in the moment --- but also not being BBC. So, they declare they need to get some fresh air. Out goes Mike and his buddy. The guys bail out into the hallway, and I wind up with the last view through the drywall of her alone, fingering her pussy just a bit, slipping on this exceedingly thin, hot pink, fishnet thing, and adjusting her nipples to be centered between the netting.
God save the queen!
So, they take off for fresh air, but come back and duck into a big "family room" like setup in the same hallway. Not sure who got invited in, and then at one point, Matt opened the door up, and didn't see any worthy, yours truly included, studs in the hallway, retreated behind the locked door as fast as he arrived. He had this shit eating grin on his face, and i-phone in hand. Who can blame him. At that point, I realized my fever had been cured, and I sailed off into the night.
I owe you an update on a hot night at BNA over the summer, but this one took the cake.
Dry Clean Only
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Doc here again... Many thanks to Dry Clean Only for an outstanding Flash Report from Fantasyland in Tampa. You will be rewarded by the adult theater Gods one day for your patience that Friday night. I should know... I have cashed in my chips many times over.
Thanks,
Doc
