A female sex addict visits a private club in Denmark for some erotic encounters

Gillian stopped at the counter inside the small, dark adult novelty store and presented the shiny access card to the woman attending the register. Wordlessly, the clerk nodded and held up a finger indicating to wait a moment. She opened the register and, from the back of the cash box removed a key before closing the drawer and motioning Gillian to follow her.

Gillian picked up her small gym bag, tossed her brown hair over one shoulder sneaking a glance around the perimeter to see who was watching before following the young girl behind a dark curtain and into a long hall. They passed a few booths, also with black curtains fully or at least partially drawn. From experience, Gillian knew that each booth included a bench, a money slot to accept payments and a large opening with bars and a curtain. Participants stepped inside, paid their fee and the curtain would be drawn back to reveal “dancers” who stripped for the viewer and often, for more significant sums of money, would step up to the bars and get more personal with their customer.
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Mass Transit

I cursed mass transit. More than a half million people in this city
and they all insist on driving to work, it seemed. So I, in deference
to my civic duty, took to traveling on the bus and light-rail system.
Not only did I save money, I had more time to read and listen to music
during the trips.

Mass-transit; Tri-Met as known in the Portland area, is very popular.
Too popular, I say. I pay a full fare, and here I stand in the aisle
of the train, while men and fat women take up seats.

Assholes! Haven’t you men ever learned of manners? You sit there
like fat, roasting pigs staring mundanely and absently out the fogged
windows as if I am not standing inches from you! I’d like to say that
out loud, of course.

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