The movie stopped. He got out of the booth and sauntered along, looking at the pictures in front of other booths. Some of them showed black guys screwing white girls, and he moved quickly past them, because he didn’t like that stuff. He stopped at a photo of an Irish Setter doing it to a girl, and that provoked his curiosity. He’d never seen a woman doing it to an animal before. Entering the booth, he latched the door behind him and placed a quarter in the slot. The screen lit up and showed a pretty girl rubbing dog food between her legs. Then the Irish Setter came out of nowhere, sniffed, and licked her. Kowalchuk shook his head. Women were so depraved it was disgusting. Was there anything they wouldn’t do? Next the girl made the dog sit on the rug, and she sucked his skinny red thing. Kowalchuk wanted to throw up. Females were perverted deep in their souls and they’d do anything for money. The screen went black. He took another quarter from his pocket and put it in the slot. The girl got onto her hands and knees, and another girl came and put the dog on top of her, inserting its pecker inside. The dog lay back his ears and screwed the girl spasmodically, and she shook her ass and smiled happily at the camera. Kowalchuk couldn’t believe his eyes. Women really must be crazy, he thought. Maybe after enough of them are killed, they’ll wake up and try to lead decent lives.
The screen went black and Kowalchuk decided he’d seen enough of that. It had made him feel queasy in his stomach. He left the booth and looked around, wondering what to do next. He decided to go to the booths where you could see live naked girls doing piggy dances, and had moved a few steps in that direction when he remembered seeing a theater marquee on Forty-second Street that advertised a live on-stage sex show. It occurred to him that it might be more fun to watch a live sex show than just live dancing girls.
He walked out of the peep show to the sidewalk and made his way through the hawkers and bums toward the marquee he’d seen. Passing a saloon with a big open door, he looked inside and saw black guys standing around the bar. They were a bunch of dirty rats and yet the whores and dancing girls gave all their money to them. The world was going nuts and somebody had to try and set it right.
He approached the marquee. It advertised a movie and a live sex show for only two dollars and a half. The front of the theater was plastered with photographs of attractive young white girls and guys having sex. Their private parts were inked out but Kowalchuk still wondered how they could show such things on a public street. America was turning into Sodom and Gomorrah, and the women were to blame. They’d do anything for money. You couldn’t really blame the guys. Why should a guy turn down free pussy?
A small bulb of pain began to glow above his left eye, the manifestation of two contradictory ideas colliding in his mind. Sexual displays were evil, but he liked them anyway. He rationalized the contradiction by telling himself that if women were crazy enough to show their cunts, why shouldn’t he look?
A young Puerto Rican guy was in the ticket booth. Kowalchuk slipped his money under the window, then walked through the turnstile and entered the lobby, which was about the size of his kitchen on East Ninth Street. He pushed through the door and found himself in a narrow theater with an aisle down the middle and chairs on both sides. On the big movie screen a woman was chained to a post, and a guy in a black leather jockstrap was clamping clothes pins on her nipples. She whinnied in pain and the guy called her a stupid dirty cunt.
Kowalchuk walked down the aisle, looking to the left and right for seats. He wanted to sit as close as possible to the stage, but all the other guys had the same idea. There happened to be only a few isolated empty seats up front, but Kowalchuk didn’t want to sit next to anybody if he could help it. He didn’t like to touch other people, and never knew what to say when strangers talked to him.
He sat in an aisle seat about fifteen rows back, left his hat on, and crossed his thick legs. No one else was sitting in the row. He looked at his watch and wondered what time the stage show would begin. He hoped it was soon.
On the movie screen, the man in the black leather jockstrap stood with his arms crossed before the cowering girl. She was young and a little on the chubby side, still tied to the post. If you saw her walking down the street in regular clothes you might take her for a secretary or a bookkeeper, but there she was bare-ass in a fuck film.
“I want to suck your cock,” she said tremulously to the man in the black leather jockstrap.
“Why you filthy disgusting cunt!”
“Can I suck it?” she begged.
“Can you suck it what!”
“Can I s\x±\t please?”
“That’s better. Say it again, goddamn you.”
“Can I suck your cock please?”
“I’ll think about it while I whip your stinking ass.”
“Please don’t!”
“Shut your fucking hole.”
The man took a riding crop from a hook on the wall and commenced whacking the girl, but his strokes lacked authority. They were making believe and not fooling anybody. The camera zoomed in for a close up, and red welts showed on the girl’s flabby ass. Evidently they’d put lipstick on the riding crop and when it hit it left a red mark. What a phony fucking thing, Kowalchuk thought. But he enjoyed seeing the girl get whipped even if it was only acting. He’d love to do something like that, but for real. He’d also like to piss on a woman’s face and watch her spit and throw up. His skin tingled whenever he thought of that.
The guy took off his black leather jockstrap and let the girl go down on him, but he didn’t
even have an erection. Kowalchuk figured it must be difficult to get one with the movie director and his technical staff looking at you. It must be embarrassing as hell. Kowalchuk shuddered as he visualized a lot of people looking at him naked.
The man on the movie screen tied the girl spread-eagled onto a bed, mounted her, and commenced screwing. Another naked man entered the room, walked to the bed, got on his knees beside her, and dropped his penis into her mouth. The camera showed the sex from various angles, then another guy in a black leather jockstrap dragged a blonde into the room, and the guys made the girls sixty-nine each other. Next the girls blew two of the guys while the third guy whipped the girls’ asses. The guys came in the girls’ mouths and on their faces, and the girls rubbed the sticky white juice into their hair.
The film cut to a scene outside of the house. It was night and a group of patrolmen approached the house with their guns out. They broke down the front door, arrested the guys, and freed the girls. The final scene in the movie showed the three girls happily blowing three of the cops.
The curtain closed over the screen and the lights went on. The men in the theater resettled themselves and looked around. They were a bunch of ordinary black and white guys. Some looked like they worked with their hands and others looked like clerks. At the back of the theater were two guys with their arms around their girlfriends. Everybody seemed a little embarrassed to be where they were.
Beneath the movie screen was a raised platform that had a bed on it, with the foot of the bed facing the audience. The men grumbled and rustled around, and Kowalchuk wondered when the stage show was going to start. It should start immediately after the movie ended, like at Radio City Music Hall.
Rock and roll music started up and played loudly for a few minutes. Then a black girl in red tights, carrying a shopping bag, appeared in the corridor to the right of the screen. She climbed the stairs to the stage, put her shopping bag beside the bed, turned around, and danced disco style on the platform. She was on the meaty side and her mouth was too big for her head, but other than that she was fairly attractive. She wore a wig of long straight black hair.