n business trip in the Bordeaux region, I take advantage of a free Saturday afternoon to find places for naughty outings.By consulting our favorite site, I discovered the existence of a porn cinema. The last of France according to the various articles on the internet. Some comments are laudatory, others not very reassuring but common (frequented only by old people and doggy guys). Everything you need to scare away the libertines.Good ! Let's try, I'll make up my own mind.I arrive a quarter of an hour after the opening, on this last Saturday of January. The street is hardly welcoming. Close to the station, the street is dirty. Kebabs, a lot of visibly abandoned buildings in the neighborhood and groups of guys squatting in front. Sounds like a corner deal to me. Alright, I'm going home. A corridor where various sex-toys, lingerie, in short the sex-shop part are displayed. I arrive at the counter which is also a café. A chubby drag queen in his sixties comes out of a room and goes to the toilet. I greet the cashier. Smiling, he tells me the rates and various services. I notice peep show rates. To which he replies that this is no longer done.He apologizes in advance because all the lights in the rooms are on, the time to finish cleaning, this is only temporary. I pay and go to the first room. An old man is sitting in the background. I sit in the middle of the room. On screen French porn from the 90s, shot in English and dubbed in French. It's ridiculous, but it's funny. After a quarter of an hour I leave the room and decide to walk around to discover the place. I go to the second room. These are individual cabins, or rather for couples. They both have a large bench seat and tinted glass. I presume users can turn on the light whether they want to be seen or not. The outer wall of one of them is pierced with three holes overlooking the corridor. Gloryholes turn me on. Maybe with a bit of luck... I go to the third room. A person in the front row. An old man in the background. I sit in the middle, so as to see who enters the room. On the screen this time a film in English, not dubbed, at least it's not ridiculous. A guy in his forties gets pumped and then fucks a young girl in her twenties, under the hot gaze of a girl in her forties who fondles herself. Candaulist couple obviously.Pretty exciting movie. The young girl has a good natural voluminous chest and pumps it greedily. Guys come in and out of the room. Elders and another worker. I wait for the end of the scene. I leave the room and go to the counter to order a large coffee. The air conditioning works in each room but depending on where you are, you get hot air or fresh air. And there I am frozen. The guy serves me. A couple in their sixties enters the building and takes two opened glasses from a corner of the counter. Apparently regulars. I start the discussion with the boss.I ask him about attendance and especially couples. He answers me with humor that, from his great experience, which dates back to three weeks, insofar as he started this job at the beginning of the month, he has never seen a couple or single women. When my stories are made up or embellished, I say so. I have no interest in playing mythomaniacs... The counter clerk has barely finished his sentence when a couple enters. He greets them politely and turns to me with a smirk. I plunge my nose into my cup of coffee so as not to laugh. Let's not get excited. They may come to buy an item or just take a look. The couple strolls in the sex-shop part. After a few minutes, the employee invites them not to hesitate to ask him if they need any information. The man immediately asks if there are cinemas. The employee details the services and prices. The young woman stands back a little. I avoid looking at it like a crevard, contrary to the little effervescence that takes place. A man comes out of a room and stops. One of the Arabs who was waiting in front of the cinema enters and sets up cinema access. The couple's man goes to the bathroom, leaving his partner in the hallway. I admit that I am also waiting to find out which room they are going to, but I consider myself a little more discreet. The guys who are waiting are a little (a lot) dying. I tell myself that we will be lucky if the young woman does not change her mind. I look at her quietly while sipping my coffee. She is tall, slender with mid-length brown hair, a brown coat, stockings and a tiny black faux skirt. Spoiler alert: at this detail, you will have understood that I would be led to notice it a little later... Her boyfriend joins her. They enter the second room. I calmly finish my coffee before following them. I walk into the room as they settle down. I sit a row behind, a few places. A man in his fifties sits in the same row, a few seats away. The 90s movie is on its way. A bi trio, two girls for one guy. Many guys came into the room. Counting the couple, there must be about ten of us in the room . The chubby tranny is behind me. I quickly realize that no one is watching the film. All eyes are on the couple. I find the atmosphere heavy. They watch the film exchanging in whispers. The movie ends. A new one begins. A few guys lose patience and walk away. The guy takes off his jacket. His companion his coat. She wears a thick wool sweater. He places their coats on a folder in front of him. They always exchange in low voices. I notice a few movements that I can't identify precisely. I assume the guy is caressing his girlfriend. The fiftieth approached slowly and settled down next to the young woman. After a few whispered exchanges, I notice that he caresses her gentl ...

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