SIlent Screams

I don't know how I got started with this line of work. I don't recall having any ambitions as a child to clean or mop -- to be more precise -- but that is what I do all night - I mop up people's spunk from the floor here at the Ruby Red XXX Adult Theater on 4th and Madison.  I can't say that I enjoy the job - not really - I mean, what kinda guy really would enjoy cleaning a sitcky floor in a dark dingy theater where it constantly smells like man pudding day in and day out.  The thing is, I can't really say I dislike my job either - at least not enough to find something else deemed more of a "normal job" by societies terms.  You know, something my parents could brag about - because let's face it, it is hard for your folks to hold their heads up high at a party and say "My son mops up your spooge".  My folks like the term "Biological Waste Management".

Heh, "Biological Waste Management" - I can't decide whether that has a ring to it or if it makes me sound like a garbage man.  I see those guys and their caste in here all of the time.  They are genreally the straight forward, nothing fancy types that are just here for a quick jerk and squirt before going home to the wife.  I guess it is a cheaper form of birth control for those poor bastards.  Speaking of types of people that come to this joint:

• You have your lower-middle class working types - that I just mentioned, in and out within 5 minutes of the first girl on girl scene of a flick.
• Then you have your middle class wife and 2 kids suburbanite types- they don't like to make eye contact.  These are usually guys raised in the church that have been beaten into feeling shame for anything remotely resembling sex for pleasure.  They are also generally in and out in 15 minutes or so as well but they always sit in pairs doing the cross armed yank - refusing to look at the other guy stroking their joint. I guess they are afraid they will be ushered into the world of gaydom should they look at each other or maybe they are too scared to look for fear they will know each other or that they may  lose control and go further than a tug job if their eyes lock.  Who knows? - they are a pitiful group if you ask me - never seeing what they are, always hiding behind their wedding bands.
• Then there are the milkers - We call them that because they will hang around in the corners all day looking for someone to "milk". They will wait until they see someone that is looking around the theater for a friend and sit down next to them.  Soon after, their head  drops out of view until the "heifer" gets up and leaves. This is a transaction of pleasure -not one of money.  We don't condone whores in our shop. House rules - not mine, you see. Anyways, I like the milkers no, not for the reasons of the flesh but becuase the more they work, the less I have to work if you get my drift. I mean - it's in the face or down the hatch with these guys...unless they are a spitter.  Now, I hate me a spitter.  This is not a wine tasting friend.
• Which brings us to the heifers- These guys consider themselves straight.  They generally hold high functioning jobs with lots of stress - lawyers, fat cat corporate types. Hell, even middle management guys have their heads screwed on tight these days. They want to sit down and have an anonymous guy - a milker - tear their shaft up like a mexican on a popsicle. It is almost like an act of anger for them. Like they are grabbing their boss by the back of the head and shouting suck this you ignorant motherfucker!
• The rich aristocrat types are a strange bunch.  They want to watch the films with the most twisted acts - fisting, scat, suffocation, etc. We have a secret room that these guys pay top dollar to enter.  There they can watch the other theaters and all of the poor bastards jerking off and getting head.  On special nights, we have even shown snuff films to the sick bastards.  These men never jerk off, never participate in any act of sex - they blow their loads in their pants silently with just a twitch and a shiver as if they are trying to tame the orgasm instead of letting it flow through unbridled.