After the glitzy fishbowl that is...

After the glitzy fishbowl that is the Fremont Street Experience, it was nice to be back on darkened streets careening down LV Blvd away from downtown. I was 3 for 3 on clubs so far that night, and not in a good way. Showgirl Video must've been a gas station in a former life with driving lanes that look like abandoned fuel pumps or maybe ATM stations. Who knows. I drove right by the place even while looking for it and knowing the address. Remember the good old days when building numbers were placed where a passerby could actually read them? If driving northbound you can turn directly into it, southbound you'll need to catch the road right beside it but it's not that easy to spot by number. It's the place with the painting all over it that looks like it should be anything but a video store.

When you walk in...it's a video store! So I skipped that part. Walked over the back right, and it was pretty obvious that was the peep show area (but not so obvious how to actually get past the little subway gate people blocker thingy). Some guy standing down the ramp tried to tell me to go around the other way, but it said in huge letters EXIT ONLY. So I go to the counter up front and ask the three guys how I get back there and they point back to the metal gate thingy and there I was again. Fed the little machine a dollar and and was still befuddled by something that should have been simple. One of the store guys walks up and somehow I got by it (parts of the whole night are still hazy) and it turns out the other guy was just standing back there. He was there when I left, too, so maybe he waiting on someone stuck in one of those tiny booths. This is the part where I should mention I've never tried one of these peep show places before. First time for everything, I suppose.

So when you get to the back there's a little hallway and what looks to be a big box with a lot of little grey doors around the sides of it. Behind each one are stations like little phone booths but smaller. If you're a big heavyset kind of guy, it might prove a challenge actually getting into one. I picked one on the corner and in I went. I've heard some of these places get pretty foul, which kept me from dropping by the Lusty Lady in SF. The booth I was in wasn't too bad (ever been to Legends in Houston or Cheaters in Providence?) though I still wouldn't lean against anything. Like the other reviewers said, feed the little machine to the upper right and the window clears up revealing a space about the size of a small bedroom. There was a super-skinny chic back there doing her thing. Name started with a "T". I'd give her name, but she said if I wanted a private show just ask for the "girl who fucks herself in the ass". So there you go. Had a pretty wicked sense of humor. The two girls I saw gave the booth viewers a close look at the goods and the first basically slammed them against the glass. Imagine an aquarium tank with hyperactive naked women and a stripper pole in the middle and that is what you've got here.