I linger in front of a blue-ridged vibrator for several minutes, imagining the model stroking the vibrator against those perfectly coppertoned breasts, rubbing it against her beautifully airbrushed clit, slippery and moist, sinking it deep in. No way, look at this. Yayo leads me to a typical magazine with a typical nude model. He sighs blissfully. He looks at me as if I were alien spawn.
Some more guys enter in cowboy hats.
Leaving Yayo, I cautiously meander to the very back, behind The Screening Room, behind the boobs, behind the rubber dicks and vaginas. And what should I find but Crystal Castles . I drop in a quarter and my hands just know what to do, where to move. Still programmed in me after all this time. Damn, is it freaky.