Doc here, a man who some say burns the candle at both ends of his finely coiffed mustache (when not giving mustache rides), with Part 2 of my House Call report from Rip City, Portland Oregon.
In Part 1, our Friday evening of dinner and a porn movie started at 300 mph at The Paris Theatre with the likes of Gemini, Hawaiian Eyeful, Bambi & Thumper, Brent, and a cast of extras for a crazy sex drenched night.
We begin Part 2, as these stories often do, with The Good Doctor waking early for a busy day ahead. The game plan was as follows: Photo shoot at The Oregon Theatre, where I was to meet Jessica before opening; Then off to lunch with Bambi & Thumper (who was staying at the same hotel I was staying in downtown Portland; Maybe sneak in a nap before heading back out with Bambi & Thumper to The Oregon Theater, and then over to The Paris Theatre to meet up with Ashbaby (Shygirl) and L (The Girl with No Name).
Pretty busy day you might say to yourself, dear reader. Well, believe it or not, the real day’s events were even busier and HOTTER.
The Good Doctor picked up breakfast for the awesome Jessica and headed over to The Oregon Theater. Jessica saw me parking across the street, and scooted over to help your old friend in the white suit with the food and photo gear for the morning’s festivities.
We had an hour before the doors would open at The OT at noon, so I got down to business as soon as I made sure Jessica was good with her bagels and coffee. We turned on the work lights inside this grand old theater, and much to my surprise, it is very actually painted in a bright mauve and blue color scheme. I have only seen the theater with the dim “running lights” on up to this point, so I was pleasantly surprised. The theater would shoot very well.
To the uninitiated, The Oregon Theater was built in 1925. Much like The Art Cinema in Hartford and The Westwood Theatre in Toledo, the theater has some great bones. Showing The Oregon in all it’s glory for the first time in many, many years was an exciting prospect.
The OT does not have conventional theater seating. It has dozens and dozens of couches and love seats throughout the auditorium. It makes for a very cool vibe, but also presents a challenge in lighting and photographing the theater.
After I finished the auditorium shoot, Jessica gave me a tour of the rest of the theater, from the basement all the way to the projection room, where you could still find prints of Behind the Green Door in the reel drawers. Two 70′s era projectors are still standing by at the ready, even though technology has long since passed them by.
It was now a little after 12 noon, and patrons were coming in. A curvy single woman (who I saw the night before at The OT) was one of the first in the door. She enjoys stripping down in the theater, and drinking up the attention of the interested male suitors on the front row of couches.
While I would have loved to see what kind of sexy time she would stir up on the early Saturday afternoon, I had to go. I had a lunch date with my good friends Bambi & Thumper back near our hotel, and I had to Go Speed Racer, Go.
Jumping back into the cherry red Stugotz 200 rental car, I made haste back to the hotel. All I was thinking about was the smoking hot body of Bambi, and mentally undressing her at lunch. This is where my natural awful sense of direction cock-blocked me from sitting across from Bambi & Thumper at lunch initially.
Getting back to the hotel, I jumped out of the still-rolling Stugotz 200 and looked at my Samsung Intergalactic 9000 smart phone and fired up it’s GPS. I was to meet Bambi & Thumper at a floating restaurant right on the Wilmette River. I punched in the address, and started walking. And walking.
In the wrong fucking direction. Thank you Samsung.
Shoving the not-so-smart phone into my codpiece, I texted Bambi & Thumper and got directions to the restaurant. By the time I got there, I had walked the equivalent of a 5k race. And, for those who have not met me, I do not run 5k races.
I walked to the table where the very friendly Thumper greeted me. Bambi was powdering her nose, and we decided to walk down to the weekend street fair when Bambi returned.
And boy, did she!
Bambi was wearing a TIGHT red top, showcasing her incredible boobage, and contrasting her long, curly blonde hair. Coupled with her tight jeans, I was going crazy. But this was a casual meet this afternoon… Even though I would have thrown Bambi over the top of the table at the restaurant before even looking at the menu. Our fun would come later at The Oregon Theater.
The three of us spent a couple of hours getting to know each other, talking about our adult theater experiences, and having some refreshments on this gorgeous day in Rip City. Walking back to the hotel, we all decided to re-convene later at The Oregon Theater to start the evening.
As the elevator door closed on Bambi & Thumper, all I could think about was Bambi, and what hot adventures lay ahead for the evening. That body of hers…
The Good Doctor had an open couple of hours ahead, and a wise man would of taken a nap to prepare for a crazy evening of debauchery.
I am not a wise man. Instead of resting a bit, I got back in the Stugotz 200, and headed back to The Oregon Theater to hang with Jessica. It was there that afternoon/early evening I met several very nice folks like Jessica’s boyfriend (I can’t remember your name, sorry), as well as the notable Chris (Sevenlinguist), who has reported in Brent’s Yahoo Group for years.
Well kids, time got away from The Good Doctor, and before I knew it, it was coming up on 7:30, the appointed time I was to meet Bambi & Thumper at The Oregon Theater. So I stayed put, still wearing my “dad’s on vacation clothes” instead of my Good Doctor uniform of white suit and aviators.
Bambi and Thumper came in right on time, and Bambi looked great! Short dress, see through black top, hair perfect… She looked stunning. After some small talk, we entered the theater and found a nice spot on the far left hand side of the auditorium. A couple was sitting a couple couches away, and she was entertaining the troops. It was after a closer inspection that (in the words of the late great Lou Reed) we realized that she was a he, taking a walk on the wild side.
Bambi liked watching the scene unfold in front of us, and the choirboys of the OT closed in towards us. It was at this point I stood up and read the rules of engagement to the chorus: No crowding, no touching without an invite from the lady or us (Doc and Thumper), no creepy talk.
I sat back down next to Bambi, sandwiching her on one side, while Thumper was on her right. Bambi was settling in, and her hands were roaming over Thumper’s and my thighs and crotches. Sensing the action was about to pick up, the crowd moved in closer to which I had to again ask to give us some room. I wasn’t sure the message was getting across to everyone, but what can you do.
After teasing Thumper, Bambi turned her attention to your humble narrator. She unbuckled by belt, pulled down my fly, and got my attention.
Bambi’s touch is pretty incredible…Soft, but determined. She stroked my now hard cock, while looking at me, and then back at her hubby. We took her boobs out from behind her see-through top, and in stereo, Thumper and I licked and sucked her hard nipples. Bambi squirmed, as I slid my hand between her legs…She was VERY wet. I began to slowly finger fuck her, and she pushed back down onto my hand and fingers. Shortly thereafter, she turned her head towards Thumper, pushed her tight little pussy into my hand, and came.
Bambi was rocking and rolling now…She grabbed my throbbing cock, and slowly began stroking me… I was ready to lift off very quickly, but that would have been way too soon.
I then stood up, watching and feeling, while she gave me this world class HJ. I could see the dim lights of the theater reflecting on the wetness now on my cock from her hands, and she stroked me. It was an amazing sight, dear readers…
I was at the point of no return…Even though there had to be 25 guys watching this scene unfold, I could only see Bambi, her incredible body and pretty face, looking up at me, asking where I wanted to cum. I believe I muttered something like “boobs”.
Squeezing them together, Bambi offer her incredible talents as a landing spot for The Good Doctor’s best. As she stroked my cock faster, I exploded all over her boobs, dripping down over her hard nipples.
As I tried to get it together, Bambi spun around and Thumper slid his impressive cock into his wife and fucked her… Hard. Her legs on his shoulders, pounding her deep. It wasn’t long before Bambi had load #2 on her resume for the evening.
At this point, things went a bit awry. It happens sometimes, that despite reading the riot act to the guys in the choir, and being very specific, some douche bag ruins it for everyone.
Bambi was ready to entertain the crowd a bit, and the rules I read the guys were specific: No touching unless invited. Bambi was giving HJs only. Cumming only on her boobs, not her neck, not her face, not her hair. If someone did, the show was over and they would be leave.
Guy #1 was fine and by the book. Well done sir.
Guy #2 was the idiot. After a friendly reminder about the target zone on Bambi, this rocket scientist sent an errant missile onto Bambi’s face and hair. Before I could react and pull this guy aside for a sit-down, he disappeared into the crowd and out the door.
And if there was a policeman there, he would have told everyone “Shows over. Time to go home.” We explained to the guys who were patient and waiting that their colleague ruined it for everyone. Bambi was pissed, Thumper was pissed, and I was ready to go all Joe Pesci on this guy. Jessica and I looked for this dolt, but he was gone.
As Bambi and Thumper were getting freshened up, a friend of Bambi & Thumper’s came in with a stunning, auburn haired beauty on his arm. I introduced myself, and she introduced herself. This lady was Ms. Fullswing, one of Portland’s legendary ladies of the adult theater scene. I have read of her exploits from my good friend and colleague Brent, and seeing her walk in was an unexpected surprise.
After a bit of conversation, they scooted out for a drink across the street, and Bambi & Thumper re-emerged from “the freshening”. They were headed back to the hotel, and I was holding court in the lobby with some readers of The Journal. In mid-sentence, Jessica walked over to me with the phone. I had an urgent call…
Who would be calling me at The Oregon Theater? And who knew I was there?
“Doc, this is Brent”
“Brent, what’s up?”
“Where are you, Doc?”
“I’m still at The Oregon”
“You need to get down to The Paris Theater. Ashbaby and L are here asking for you. Koral and S are also here and want to meet you.”
“On my way, sir!”
And with that, still wearing my dad on vacation clothes, I bid good-bye to the folks in the lobby, and most importantly, Jessica. Jessica, as I suspected all along, is truly amazing. Smart, funny, hot, and quite the skateboarder. And best of all?
She gives an amazing hug.
With promises to see each other soon, The Good Doctor hit the warm Portland night, and was onto the next (but not last) stop of the evening: The Paris Theatre on SW 3rd.
The Batsignal was showing in the sky above The Paris… Commissioner Brent was calling.
Part 3 Coming Soon…