This week has been one for the ages, ladies and gentlemen. Last Saturday was "Bad Santa" at 15th Ave. Adult Theater in Chicago. Wednesday night in Seattle, Max and Sarah tore it up in Des Moines, WA at the terrific Secrets. Friday night was the big "Joe's Birthday Party" at the Oregon Theater in Portland, and tonight, Saturday the 16th, it's the last Secret Room 2125 party of the year: Naughty or Nice in Chicago at the 15th Ave. Adult Theater Party Room and Max and Sarah at The Oregon Theater in Portland.
However, the event that has captured America's heart has to be the 3 for 3-Some with KiminPublic, Anaconda, & Dry Clean Only in Bethlehem PA. Kim's report has been viewed over 3,800 times on The Journal so far, and is showing no signs of slowing down.
The 2nd report from this evening has hit The Journal, and batting second is senior reporter Dry Clean Only. This dashing young man has delivered what I think is his best report to date, and I am happy to present it to you here, in living color.
Take it away, DCO!
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Doc, this Field Report was so close to not happening that, in fact, I'm still pinching myself to make sure I'm not in a (wet) dream as I reflect upon and write up the shenanigans that unfolded yesterday in The Little Town of Bethlehem (PA).
It started about a week ago, when, to what did my wandering [sic ;)] eyes did appear, but a Tweet in my DM from a familiar face I'd been marveling at for a year....
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| KimInPublic |
I am fortunate to have some friendly online fun, chat, banter, and wisecracks with some great people in this things of ours on Twitter, but it's unusual to receive an out-of-the-blue message from a beautifully naughty Twitter celeb, who's never set foot in a theater... suggesting a theater visit in a week's time... with a Field Reporter I've come to know and think of as a friend, Anaconda. I instantly replied, telling her I was excited for her, and assured her she'd be in good hands with him.... then she gave me the virtual smack upside the head that Jersey girls are so skilled at, and said.... she was inviting me, too!
I've checked the Lizardo Logs, and I am confident my adventures down this rabbit hole of theater fun as a neophyte started six years ago. In the years of filing a few Field Reports here and there, there have been many other theater visits each year not worth calling in. But in every case, it's the optimism and patience that has kept me coming back for more despite, on many trips, only the view of some bald dudes' heads in the theater rows ahead of me, and has kept me in the theater far later than I should on a work night, and has put me driving far too far for just a few hours' chance of some theater fun midweek.
Well, "too far" was being called into question at first pass, but it wasn't totally out of my way from the normal course of business, but it would be time consuming. Then, the National Weather Service had declared a virtual state of Armageddon was descending upon our roadways, and the chance of a treacherous drive to Bethlehem was quite high. My friends knew I'd be a "definite maybe" for the visit given the state of the weather.
Christmastime stresses of shopping, pleasing relatives, hosting, returns, research, on top of year-end business obligations were mounting. I went to bed the night before doubting my resolve as the flurries from earlier that day had turned to real snow. Remember that Bills game from the previous Sunday... yep, that's nearly what was happening.
I woke up stressed out, and essentially said to myself, "are you kidding?". But a shower and a bowl of Irish oats did the trick, and the next thing I know, I am barreling down the highway armed with a laundry list of business phone calls to make, and the Storm Team weather tracker on display. I seriously just didn't want to be the guy who no shows. And I seriously wanted to meet this enigma, KiminPublic.
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| KimInPublic |
A gallon of wiper fluid later, I arrived slightly later than planned, and it worked out quite well. Anaconda had chosen an upscale lunch spot in the middle of town. Thoughtful as it was in a safe spot for our soon-to-be-friend, Kim, and not full of the town's ne'er do wells. Walking in, I instantly recognized Anaconda, whom I had met at 15th in October. Our mutual pal,K, had given me some advice about meet-ups and theater visits prior to my first Doc Extravaganza at 15th in October: use your screen name or a pretend name at such events. So, Anaconda and I had worked this out in advance, and DCO was introduced.
There was no mistaking on my way in who Kim was, despite the fact she was the only bona fide babe in the place. She wore a rather tight fitting black dress and was seated at a bar stool on the corner, with Anaconda to her right. This was no ordinary dress... it had a swoopingly low cut on the left side, leaving her left shoulder and arm bare. And, then, there were the cheetah high heels. And, of course, she was smiling and quick to engage in greetings.
Anaconda and Kim were just getting started on a glass each of red wine, and I ordered a Crown Manhattan... it was served up in a martini glass at this establishment.... and happened to be the first of three to come my way during our two and half hour long chat at the bar.
Conversation was easy, interesting, fun. Personal, but not prying. Lighthearted at times, and serious at others --- ok, not quite serious. At one point, we even joked a bit that it felt like Chapter 10.5 from Doc's 8-Questions Series. The couple that had been sitting at the hightop table at the corner of the bar area was probably having a nice Christmas shopping lunch, maybe 30ish, and it was clear that they had an ear on us now and then, as did the bar staff.
Kim told us how much of a rise she gets out of exposing herself in places that are not typically suited toward exposure, and the less likely it is to "snap back to being clothed" quickly upon being discovered, the more excited, and, nervous, she gets. She also demonstrated her ability to flash her breasts in the wide open and have no one notice. It truly was just like her videos on Twitter.
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| Actual Pic of KimInPublic with a Journal Senior Scribe in 12/13/17 |
As time passed, we were the only ones left in the bar, it must have been about 3:30 or 4. I'm certain that we were becoming less discrete. Anaconda's had would explore Kim's thighs as she talked with us, and at one point, I know he fingered her a bit. And, then, Kim would back herself onto my leg and grind as she chatted with Anaconda. I'm sure we got handsy. And, then I caught the eye of the two junior wait staff members looking from afar, and knew we had been busted. Moments later, the credit card came back with a stern look from our to-this-point-very-friendly bartender. She looked Kim in the eye and said "you need to leave now".
And, leave we did! We were off to the Green Door in Bethlehem (aka Pembroke Adult Books). It was a very nipply day outside, with a stiff breeze and high of 28. And we walked Kim to her car where there were a few revealing flashes to the passers by.
Two minutes later, we were pulling into the theater. You can read more about the layout of this venue, but think of it as no store, just two small (20x20) theaters with tiny TV's relative to the room, a bunch of glory hole booths, and a few "group" areas with their own TV's. All the walls are painted black.
Senior Scribe, Anaconda, took the lead in creating our game plan --- the whole thing based upon Kim's desires. The three of us were on the same page, and we knights knew what our Queen was willing to do and not do. (ed. note: !)
It started with a tour of the place, and the guys were rather slackjawed that we two "soccer dads" were escorting this MILF through the halls on a tour. They were quite respectful, though, I must say. No one really moved in aggressively, and all waited to be given the nod or wave of acceptance. It will be interesting to see what Kim and Anaconda write.
Kim had revealed that she might not last long in the theater even before the trip, so Anaconda and I were on high alert to ensure a good experience for her for as long as she wanted to have it. As I recall, a tour of the theater led to us standing against the back wall, with Kim going down on Anaconda while several hands reached in to just cop a feel of this beauty. And, then, we walked down to the end of hall, where there was a big built-in, carpeted bench in a narrow group room. The guys followed us all down, and many hands were on Kim. It was so sexy to see her experience something new and erotic, especially after having gotten to know her at the bar, and especially after having followed her for a year on Twitter.
We returned to the theater, and arranged ourselves on a bench, where Kim pulled her top down and bottom of her dress up, and was groped and fingered. I enjoyed my thumb in her mouth at times, as she enjoyed the crowd. And, at one point, I had the pleasure of telling her to suck off Anaconda while she sat on my lap and the boys and I ran our hands around her curves.
Then we moved to the side of the theater where our Queen asked for a bukkake on her tits from her knights while she knelt before us, and the strangers stood in circle jerk formation behind and to the side of her. Suddenly, Kim's instincts kicked in, and she told me and Anaconda that she was done in the theater. Yes ma'am.
We walked her out to her car, and now it was dark, and the rush hour was in full swing. The parking lot wasn't exactly secluded, and there was a steady stream of cars rushing by just 40 feet away. The parking lot was fairly full and busy... there must have been 8 guys inside, and another car pulled in.
As we were saying our goodbyes between Kim's car and another, Anaconda and I spotted a fellow, about 40, slim, attractive, white collar professional type exiting his car and walking toward the entrance. I believe he asked if anything was going on inside, as, I recall, and, again, it will be interesting to see Kim and Anaconda's take on this, I turned Kim around to face him, as Anaconda faced her, and somewhat shielded her from the main drag, and I waved him over. As I did, I pulled Kim's top down to reveal her needy tits. And then hiked up her dress to show trimmed pussy. Anaconda responded that the show had moved to ... here.
After brief pleasantries were exchanged, Jack's cock magically appeared in Kim's hand, and to work she went. I told Kim what a good girl she was, as this guy was probably headed home to another night of slopping mac and cheese on the kids plates with cut up hot dogs, and a wife who was stressed out after a busy day and Christmas b.s. I don't know if it was true, but it sure seemed like it was. Definitely this guy's lucky day. As this was unfolding, I had reached in to Kim's car to start the seat heaters and climate for her, but alas her keys were buried. And, then, she said, between taking this guy's solid cock into her mouth over and over again... "Hey, DCO, would you grab my shoes while you're in there?
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| KimInPublic In *That* Parking Lot |
Folks, it was colder than a witch's titty outside, our gal is wearing a Kleenex-thin dress which has been pulled down and up to only cover her midriff, and she's standing on the blacktop with no shoes on administering a fantastic blowjob to this lucky stud! Jersey girls rock!
And it was getting cold, so Kim told Jack to unload on her tits at point blank range as she knelt before him. Anaconda, Jack, and I all kind of exchanged glances as if to say, "Is this really happening?" And unload he did. Several spurts landed on Kim's tits and even a drop on her forehead and chin. I think fast-thinking Anaconda even grabbed some video on Kim's phone of this sight. Jack, suitably surprised and pleased, zipped up, thanks us all, put his $12 back into his pocket, and headed home to the family.
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| KimInPublic The Aftermath of Jack |
And, I have no idea why, but the three of us Tweeps said our goodbyes, each knowing we'd be in touch at some point, and disappeared into our cars and onto the highways.
Guys, girls, couples: KimInPublic is the real deal in this thing of ours, and out. She's the kind of woman you want on your corporate team, the kind of chick you want by your side, and the sleeper-slut you want to find at a roadside reststop or adult theater. I truly enjoyed meeting her, and feel privileged to have been invited by her for her theater-cherry popping adventure. Optimism and patience pays off! Cheers to Kim!
And, Doc, none of this would have been possible without you. You are truly the Grand Wizard (Wizardo?) to so many of us, and we are all grateful for the blood, sweat, tears, lost sleep, and personal income you devote to your noble calling. Thank you for the fun, personal discovery, and Online and RealLife friends I've made. (ed. note: Experiences like the ones the three of you enjoyed are the reason I do this thing. Thank you!)
And, with that, I sign off from The Little Town of Bethlehem, wishing peace and pleasure upon my fellow Lizardos near and far!
~DCO~
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Doc here again... Hands down, your best report yet, DCO! You have submitted an awful lot of them to The Journal, but in my opinion, KimInPublic brings out the best in all of us. And the last reporter to chime in is the last of the 3 amigos in this scene, senior Journal Scribe Anaconda, who I am positive has his own POV on this night for the ages in eastern PA.
