Okay, another thread just inspired me to post this. At my club we call them Fantasy booths, where the custy is seperated by glass and there's a phone to talk to them. Makes me think of prison, but what ev.
One guy kept asking, "Touch your hair. Now move your arm over here," and he was wearing a bra and panties and mirroring the motions! Bufaloo Bill style, ack!
Another thought that the girls couldn't see him, so he started doing drugs.
What are your creepy, funny, icky stories?



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Well, maybe I shouldn't have been looking at this thread while eating my breakfast.



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