This worn sign, located just south of 8th Avenue on 42nd Street in New York City, is all that remains of Show World Center, at one time the most-popular peep show emporium in New York City. UntappedCities.com called it “The McDonald’s of Sex.” I give it more credit than that. It was the Disneyland of Sex. It was Disneyland for men, especially men who had just gotten off work, had hard-ons from looking at their sexy secretary or co-worker all day and needed to bust a nut before they hopped on the train or bus to go home.
As Robert Brenner at UntappedCities wrote, “Show World Center occupied the first four stories of a 12-story building, and had 22,000 square feet of retail space. It had something for everyone: X-rated films, peepshows, adult books, live sex acts—e.g., a woman who shot hardboiled eggs from her vajayjay into the audience, like a t-shirt cannon—and in-store appearances by name porn stars.”
One of those porn stars was Trinity Loren. Back in the mid-’80s, I took a show (that was the parlance) from big-busted, blonde Trinity on the second floor, the one with the peep show booths that had a window separating the customer from the girl. Trinity showed me her tits, talked dirty to me and me only and fucked her pussy with a variety of dildos.
Another time, on the third floor, the infamous Triple Treat Theater, I watched Kitten Natividad suck and fuck some guy. Yes, they had live sex on-stage back then. Another time, during a lezzie show, one of the girls inserted a string of anal beads deep inside her partner’s asshole and asked, “Anyone want to pull them out? Ten bucks.” I still regret not taking her up on the offer. If I remember correctly, nobody did. Can you imagine that? Ten bucks to pull anal beads out of a girl’s ass? Bargain!
I walked past that old Show World Center sign several weeks ago when I was in New York. Where once there were live nude girls on stage, now there’s a two-story Duane Reade drug store. Just what New York needs, another Duane Reade. I wondered if the customers I saw through the second floor window realized they were standing in the spots where dancers used to peek out from their booths and yell, “Need a mop!” Turning Show World Center into a so-called respectable establishment had to be a clean up job on the scale of Chernobyl. Wrote the website Vanishing New York, “for 40 years, Show World was here, smelling of bleach and orange-scented mop water, doing its service for New Yorkers, commuters, and tourists alike.”
Show World fell to New York’s oppressive zoning laws that turned 42nd Street and the surrounding area into a giant tourist trap. It’s a lot safer to walk down 42nd Street than it used to be, but it’s not nearly as much fun.
“I had to get used to it, but I love my body now,” says New York City secretary Janessa Loren, who has G-cup tits and a 40-inch ass. “I have to thank every Latin singer who has come out in these past few years. My body type wasn’t considered to be the norm back then. These bombshell bodies, you know? It took from about the late-’90s to now where these bombshell bodies are considered sexy.”
When Janessa said those words to me, I was a little surprised. I moved down to South Florida in the early 1990s, and from what I could tell, all guys liked girls with hourglass figures and big asses. How was I to know that what was taken for sexy in South Florida, land of bombshell Latinas, had not become sexy in the rest of the country…that a big-ass revolution hadn’t taken place up north, too? Then J-Lo came along with her huge, round ass (but smallish tits) and changed everything.
Janessa, if you had been living down here all those years, you would’ve received the respect you deserve.
“I have to thank people like Jennifer Lopez and Sophia Vergara for that,” Janessa said. “Now every girl is trying to get a butt and big tits. The Kardashians, too. Women aren’t trying to look like they’re dying or don’t eat.”
Janessa measures 42-30-40. She’s 44 years old. She’s a huge sports fan. She fucks on-camera for the first time today at SCORELAND. Her stud pays her tits and ass the respect they deserve.
Niki takes a stroll down the street with her tits to the wind!
Today, I was surfing the great tide of the Internet for big-boob news from all over the world when I happened upon a story about little titties that is making a big splash in New York City.
Apparently, various people have spotted a topless woman on NYC subways and in several parks. When police have been called to the scene to arrest her, they have been trumped by said topless woman, who is actually going topless to bring awareness that in New York City, it is perfectly LEGAL for a woman to be topless in public.
What? No fucking way!
Yes…way.
According to a law that was passed 20 years ago in NYC, it is 100% legal for a woman to be topless in public anywhere that a man can be topless. So, if there are men playing basketball in a park in New York and they are shirtless, it is okay for a woman to be shirtless, too! The rule says titties all out in the open are okay as long as the woman is not engaged in commerce. So, as long as she is not working hard for the money, she can let her hard nipples be free in the streets of New York.
So who is this tiny-breasted superhero who is daring New York authorities to try and top her toplessness? Topless activist Moira Johnston. Although she is only about a B-cup, if that, Moira is fighting the good fight for titties to be free, and so we have to salute and applaud her efforts.
When onlookers were asked whether or not Moira’s tits bothered them, they all answered NO and said it was okay and natural and not against the law.
One woman did say that she would be offended if she saw a topless woman who had big breasts on the street because it would probably turn her husband on.
I call HOOTER HATER and Shenanigans on her and say, “From every mountainside…let freedom ring!” And we all know the mountains I am referring to.
Natalie is somewhat like the sexy, voluptuous Euro chicks I'd often see at the Harmony in New York City (but Natalie has much bigger tits).
The poll currently running in the members area of SCORELAND asks, “How important is adult entertainment to you?” The choices and results so far:
Important. I would miss it if I couldn’t get it: 37%
Extremely important. I must have it: 27%
Fairly important–in moderation. I could go weeks without it: 18%
Not important. I could live completely without it: 4%
Interesting results, and not surprising. My answer is somewhere between “Important” and “Vital To Life.” But here’s what I really want to know: What’s your idea of adult entertainment?
Back in the late 1980s, when New York’s Times Square was a haven for smut (and I mean that in the best way), a few enjoyable hours within a six- or seven-block radius might be spent as followed:
1. Get off the subway. Head on down to the Harmony Burlesque for some dollar-a-minute lap dance excitement. Maybe watch the stage show for a while. Get a lap dance, complete with tits in your face and (at the time) hairy pussy in your hand at one of the sleaziest lap-dance joints there ever was.
2. Head back downstairs (the Harmony was on the second floor of a building just off Broadway, and you had to walk up a long set of steps to get to it). Walk over to Show World on the corner of 8th Avenue and 42nd Street, right across from the Port Authority bus terminal. Catch a live sex show in one of the booths. Maybe go upstairs to the Triple Treat Theater and watch porn stars fucking on-stage (I will never forget the time three girls were doing a lezzie show, complete with dildos and anal beads. Two of the girls stuffed the other girl’s asshole with the beads, then auctioned off the right to pull them out. I think the winning bid was $10). And does anybody remember what was in the basement level of Show World?
3. Back outside. Grab a pretzel. Re-fill the wallet at the ATM machine. Check out the latest releases at the video store just off 42nd and Eighth. Walk up the street a bit to the live peep-show emporium where, downstairs, on stages surrounded by booths like carousels, the girls let you play with their tits and finger their pussies.
4. Now, sadly, it’s time to go back home. You’re out of money. But by the time you get home, you’re horny all over again, so you whip out a copy of a big-boob magazine or pop a VHS into your VCR and jack to Suzy Nero, Chessie Moore, Kay Parker or some other big-tit star.
And that’s a helluva day. It’s a day you couldn’t have today. Few things have changed as much as adult entertainment. Now, SCORELAND can be a one-stop destination for all your adult entertainment needs. No need to leave your home and hop on the train. No need to re-fill your wallet at the ATM. No need to even get dressed. I like that. I like that a lot.
But you know what? Sometimes, I wish I could have one more lap dance at the Harmony or one more live sex show at Show World. But if somebody told me I had to give up SCORELAND to get it, I’d tell them, “Thanks, but no thanks.”
Some of you might know (and if you don’t, do a Google news search) that Alexia Moore, who debuted in the November 2005 issue of SCORE, is on trial in New York City for prostitution. The prosecution contends that she tried to sell sex to an undercover cop at a lap-dance club (Big Daddy Lou’s Hot Lap Dance Club; gotta love that name), but Alexia denies it. On Friday, charges were dropped against her alleged partner in crime. A decision in Alexia’s case is expected tomorrow.
UPDATE: Alexia was found not guilty of all charges. According to the New York Post, after the verdict, Alexia’s lawyer said, “She’s just an exotic dancer. That’s what she does.” But maybe not anymore. Alexia promptly announced her retirement. That’s a shame. The world needs more busty lap dancers. Unfortunately, New York City has had a hard-on for lap dancers ever since the Giuliani administration. Personally, I’d trade a Disney Store for Big Lou’s Hot Lap Dance Club any day of the week.
During the trial, the prosecution was concerned that Alexia would offer a lesbian defense in which she’d claim that she wouldn’t have offered sex for money to a man because she’s a lesbian (which she isn’t). That sounded idiotic to me (and to Alexia’s attorney, too; even if Alexia was a lesbian, what does sexual orientation have to do with making an honest buck?), but it reminded me of about four years ago, when I interviewed Alexia (who, to the best of my knowledge, has never done boy-girl) and her best friend Danielle Derek (who went on to do hard-pounding anal scenes in several SCORE movies, including Big-Tit Glory Hole and Tits-a-Poppin’).
The lesbian defense kinda goes out the window in this clip, but, hey Alexia was never claiming it, anyway, and I thought you might enjoy it. If the D.A. tries to show Private Stuffers, Danielle and Alexia’s DVD, in court, I hope they have a lot of Kleenex handy. By the way, Alexia’s the girl on your right.
This worn sign, located just south of 8th Avenue on 42nd Street in New York City, is all that remains of Show World Center, at one time the most-popular peep show emporium in New York City. UntappedCities.com called it “The McDonald’s of Sex.” I give it more credit than that. It was the Disneyland of Sex. It was Disneyland for men, especially men who had just gotten off work, had hard-ons from looking at their sexy secretary or co-worker all day and needed to bust a nut before they hopped on the train or bus to go home.
