Have others here had run-ins with police while cruising or hanging out in the back of an adult bookstore? Here are a few of mine:
I was picking up parts for a customer’s tractor. The dealership was on a divided highway. On the other side of the road was an ABS. I decided after I dealt with business I’d finally stop in and check it out. Maybe give a few BJ’s if I’m lucky. On the way back out to the truck I focused across the road at my next stop. Men were filing out of the building being herded by police.
The booths in the early ABS’s in my area only showed a few different videos in each. The customer had to look at a list on the wall to determine which booth to pick. After viewing what he wanted in that booth he’d have to come out, check the list and pick another.
It was a slow afternoon, too early for the rush hour crowd. I went into a booth facing the opening into the front of the store to start edging. The video list was on the right side of the opening. Eventually I emerged to check the list. There was a NJ state trooper about five feet in front of me and another in the store facing down the clerk behind the counter. We were the only ones in the place. My trooper checked my fly as I stepped to the video list. I exchanged pleasantries while pretending to read the list, turned and entered another booth. When I left that booth the police were gone and the place was coming alive.
I parked behind a different ABS and headed for the back door which opened directly into the video booth area. Parked in a space next to the door in a topless Jeep were three or four clean cut young men wearing brand new dark blue tee shirts with some bright green where a pocket would have been. Anticipation was overflowing from the group as they all turned their heads together tracking me as I walked by. As I walked in I wasn’t surprised to see the place was empty. Oh well. I picked a booth and went in. Being a few years later, there were no glory holes. Instead, there were small Plexiglas® windows. Each side had a door that could be closed for privacy. Soon after, an older fellow in a worn suit came into the booth on my right. Both doors were open on the window between us, and like the glory holes the windows were positioned so a sitting person could see the other guy’s lap. I had it out and was choking it to a video. He, of course, didn’t take his out. It was pointed down his leg and hard creating an ever growing wet spot. I kept it up for a while being partly turned on by the outline of his hardon, and probably the excitement of the situation. I finally closed the door on the window. Shortly after that I heard him leave.
