LA UN-CONFIDENTIAL
Fantastic
Foot Fest in a Fabulous Facility
By $2 Bob
Have
no doubt about it, the reason the Oscars distribute from a podium
in Los Angeles, verses any other city, comes down to the fact that
this otherwise staid and sleepy metropolis shows itself as the entertainment
capital of the world. Sure, some people may consider LA to house,
as leaders, other society enrichment industries, like maybe tourism
and possibly oil, but other than that, entertainment stands like
New York City’s
Empire State Building as a connotation of LA’s gaggling, welding
and union of diverse cities. To add to the entertainment scene, Lynn’s
Porn Palace has become the podium to earn Oscars in the field of
lusty, bawdy, exotic and erotic sex.
Last month this multitude
of fantasy rooms, southeast of the LA Convention Center, has showcased
Steve Savage’s foot-party. Forthwith, for those unfamiliar with
foot-parties, this type of gala comprises a number girls and a number
of guys, all gathered for the primary action of creating scenes for
the caressing, the worshipping, the licking and the kissing of female
feet. Naturally, some of the guy attendees have only a weak desire
to do the foot thing, if any desire at all. These smart ped party
participants show up to meet the girls under the guise of being foot-freaks.
What better way to have a girl’s undivided attention in ten-minute
increments for a nominal sum of money? For the other ninety nine
percent of the male attendees, who rank as true female foot devotees,
heaven on earth awaits to reward them in flesh and soul, not celluloid
nor digital, acts of shoe and foot depravity. For only a few greenbacks
at a time, the girls can earn their very own golden Oscars.
THE DEAL
Steve charges a $65.00
entrance fee and the girls charge $20.00 for each ten-minute session.
The party starts 8:00 PM and lasts to about 2:00 AM. Parking abuts
the building only steps away from the glass and aluminum door entrance.
Bags of potato chips, taco chips and other doodle type foods stretch
out on a table and soft drinks accompany the finger foods as also
complimentary. All visitors can take advantage of the BYOB policy
of the evening’s fete, and many do so. The $65.00 entrance
fee exchanges hands at the front-desk box office, located by the
top of the stairs and leading to the two floors of rooms.
THE CREW MEMBERS
Executive producer
Steve Savage takes care of the receivables, the payables and the
financial health of the business. Naturally, he arranges for the
rental of the facilities. The production gives thanks to the people
of LA and the owner of the premises, Lynn, known nationally as
keeper of The Porn Palace. Producers Marci and Jack check the invitational
list against the entering attendees for proper match up and payment.
They have something to say to everyone, including past party remarks,
newness to the party and other general information. Because of
them, the warmth of the evening starts at the entrance to the suite
of the fantasy chambers. Lighting, cleanup, general grip work and
constant straightening up of the rooms and after party cleanup
happens because of two or three, normally not noticed, industrious
guys. Lynn keeps the bar in shape and the conversation interesting
and manages all the ancillary day-to-day and hour-to-hour duties.
THE STAGE
The venue for the
female foot fantasia stretches throughout the second and third floor
of an industrial building and offers over twenty rooms of erotic
interest. Other than the entrance desk area, locker room, art chamber
and some other utility spaces, the operational stages give themselves
up to imaginative playrooms. Since the Porn Palace finds use as back-drops
for x-rated videos, as location for swingers’ parties, and
as a central booking office for other erotic centers of interest,
the furnishings permit, then force, minds to open and to allow the
deepest fantasies to enter a reality arena. Round beds with binding
hooks, suspended leather hammocks, tents with viewing windows, inflated
floors, and on and on, are the accouterments waiting to spark individual
fantasies. A large community eating and drinking area, capped by
a room length bar, and an attached luncheonette setting by a kitchen,
bring the actors and the audience together in and out of the night.
The communal setting develops the conversations between the girls
and the guys, the girls and the girls and the guys and the guys. “Tony
and Tina’s Wedding” has a lot less interaction than this
venue.
THE PARTICIPATING
AUDIENCE
The guys come from
all the different income levels, from all across the country and
from an infinite number of livelihood backgrounds. Conversations
between the guys start easy and usually come to an end by the approach
of two girls who join the talks and work the conversation into feet,
whereby the guys invite the girls to have sessions with them. Many
times, for those so inclined, the pairing continues the conversation
amongst the four during the foot licking time, and this adds up to
a very efficient means of meeting a real sole-mate, one that’s
fun to have conversation with, even and especially for trysts outside
the party. Many men find the parties as an expedient way to meet
a fuck buddy, a compatible Dominatrix, a role-playing aficionado,
a hooker, a porn-star or, in some cases, a girlfriend. The party
is the party; what comes out of the party is the bonus. A quick unscientific
count, shows about forty to fifty guys on the communal center stage
and playing in the fantasy wings.
THE ACTORS
Actors might make
a too heavy of a connotation for the girls. Yes, like even in non-foot
parties, some acting takes place and much social role-playing carries
on. But, most of the girls at this party have a basis of sincerity
to accompanying the fun of the role-playing evening. Ages begin at
eighteen and level off in the mid-thirties. Porn actresses, foot
actresses, actresses, Mistresses, Submissives, Incall/Outcall girls,
masseuses, and plain party loving girls show up for the festivities.
Some of the girls are intellectually degreed from graduate schools
and some are cutely ditzy. Outgoing friendliness partners with all
the females. They wear dresses, jeans, shorts and almost any contemporary
fashion seen at The Gap, Bloomingdale’s, T.J. Maxx, etc. Shoes
worn include boots, pumps, sneakers, saddle shoes, mary-janes, sandals,
and anything that a guy’s mind can conger. Stockings, socks
and bare legs compliment the shoes. The cast, their dress, their
accessibility, and their foot wear, add up to a foot frenzy diversification
surpassing the most debauching Roman sex orgy. Heaven has residence
in the Porn Palace on these foot nights.
MY STORY
I arrive at the Porn
Palace after darkness has fallen, but about thirty minutes earlier
than the doors’ scheduled opening. I sit in the rental and
observe the girls chattering and chortling their way to the entrance
and the guys somberly making their path to the front door. At 8:00PM,
when I do reach the door, the line of guys stands single file down
about ten steps to a landing. The men sign in and pay as the females
pass the desk and just sign in. Conversation travels up and down
the line and the girls greet the men as the pass on by the line.
By five minutes past eight, I walk down the hallway, past some truly
provocative erotic art, past a locker room, a men’s room, a
disk jockey’s studio, and some closets. I feel amazement at
the size of the place. On entering the extremely large eating and
drinking area, I see a mirrored stage, with brass dancing poles and
a hard wood floor. I walk to the bar, ask for water, and meet, who
I discover later is the Porn Palace owner, Lynn. “I’ll
have some water, please,” I say.
Lynn fills my cup
with ice, points me to a water cooler surrounded by girls, and says, “Help
yourself.”
As I draw the water,
Athena Demos (www.athenademos.tv) smiles at me. Seeing she has my
interest, Athena comes over and opens with, “Have you ever
been here before?” We arrange a double session so she can show
me around the various rooms, before I remove her shoes and get into
her feet, and I discover she is an actress who has already acted
in many films and on TV. I recognize her from The Practice. We settle
on the room that has the tent with the viewing portals on the side
and the fluffy full floor cushion. I do her tiny feet with my tongue,
wash them off with the prerequisite Witch Hazel, and I dry them with
paper towels. After returning her strappy heels to her slim feet,
I return, with her to the large bar room. We make plans for a later
session, where she intends to wear her tennis socks and sneakers
for my extra added pleasure.
Next I am approach
by a red head Juliette. She works as a ballerina and has the toe
and arches to prove it. The liberal arts graduate has finished a
thesis on Tchaikovsky, and his late nineteenth century hit of “Nut
Cracker” and she definitely knows the history of this guy,
right down to his possible homosexuality and nutsy idiosyncrasies.
I remove Juliette’s black platform shoes and black stockings.
Another girl comes into the room with the extremely large round bed,
where I kneel on the floor, and asks Juliette to borrow the stockings.
The visitor says, “If it’s all right with you,” looking
at me, “I’d like to use these for the guy I’m with.” Juliette
and I OK the lend-lease act. Later in the evening, Juliette wears
a pair of silver ballerina shoes. For now, the stockings come back,
I clean her feet, replace the stockings and shoes and we French kiss
as a prelude to a later meeting.
Then I see a pair
of sneakers. They are white bulky sneakers and are worn by a beautiful
five foot nine inch blonde in jeans and a red blouse. I stalk her
between her flittering conversations and happy greetings. Each time
I attempt to move in, she begins another conversation. Still, I stalk.
Finally, I step into a conversation and say, “Can I have the
next dance with those sneakers?” The pretty girl broadens her
face in a large, large smile and says, “Are you sure? I just
came from Las Vegas and my feet are hurting so bad that I decided
to come to the party in sneaks. My socks probably smell.”
Her name: Christi
Lake (www.christilake.com); Her business: Porn, especially foot fetish.
Does her socks smell?: Yes! Deliciously so. We go into a room with
a mattress on a bed box sitting five feet above the floor. Christi
lies on the bed and I stand on the floor, where I remove her pure
white sneakers. The white socks fill my skull with a heady aroma
that makes me push my pecker against the wooden mattress table. I
kiss and sniff the lengths of her feet, pulling the wrinkled cloth
away from her soles and toes and heels and arches. Every now and
then I reach over, grab a sneaker and sniff out the inside of it. “They
smell, don’t they?” Christi says. “Yeah,” I
answer, “I’m about ready to fall over… not in
discomfort, but in ecstasy.” I stay on for a double session,
and although sex is theoretically not to happen at these parties,
I surreptitiously glide my hand over my penis. I refrain from coming
because in a few hours I must catch a plane back to the East Coast
and I fear that security may have a few questions as to the source
of any stains that might look like dried anthrax.
I do Jordan (red
head) who dominates me and makes me attend her feet in special ways
pleasing to her. She has me rub myself, using an English accent of
domination in instruction. Yvonne spits on me, slaps my face, caresses
my penis with her feet. The beauty puts her fingers in my ears and
blows her breath into my mouth. She makes me look into her eyes and
makes my avert my eyes. She tells me, “I want you to come every
night for the next week while you think of me.”
Amy (long straight
blonde actress), comes next. And a lot over other girls follow and
are to be included in upcoming stories. Then I see Alexis
Fire (www.alexisonfire,com) a porn star whom I review many times
and whom I just left while at the show in Las Vegas. I say “Hello” and
request a session. I slather her feet and the spaces between her
toes, while she discusses some of her favorite scenes with me. I
lather her legs with my saliva and remove and replace her thin-strapped
heels many times over. Her feet, so tiny, fit almost completely into
my mouth. During foot clean-up we discuss the possibility of her
writing some of her great sex experiences for this publications and
the possibility seems great.
Whoops! I focus in
on a pair of beige and brown size six and a half saddle shoes and
white knee-high cable knit socks. A plaid skirt and white blouse
finish off the look. I hate to objectify a girl, but, after all,
this is a foot party. Uma Thormond, with her black hair and sultry
demeanor in “Pulp Fiction”, does not look as good as
Selina. (www.mistresssminx.com – notice the three “s” mid
section of this website.) I hone in on her and before long Juliette
is at our side. Selina is Juliett’es Dom and they both caress
one another while talking with me. I ask Selina how dominant she
can be and if she can “talk” me into cumming and she,
along with Juliette, want to try. Finally, Selina says, “I
know a good private room. Let’s take a multiple-session and
go do it.”
The two of us enter
a quaint, very private room with sofas, chairs, tables and lamps.
I pass her eighty dollars and she goes to work. She makes me beg
to remove her real leather shoes and they smell intoxicating. She
has me lick the insides, snill out the insides and tell them that
I love them. I perform the same treatment on her feet covered with
the same aromatic socks. I am forbidden to lick or suck them, but
I know I have sniffed away their leather scent. Then Selina spits
on the soles of her feet and washes my face with them.
Before long my state
of undress becomes pronounced and this session finishes up with me
not worrying about security finding any anthrax like stains on my
trousers. A private date at Salina’s place is made for another
time.
The foot festival,
passing 1:00AM, and after the consideration of Selina to make sure
I had some relief, I know that the time for catching a plane back
to the East Coast draws nigh. A young Meg Tilley approaches me, shakes
her massive black hair and cute face, tells me she’s from San
Diego and has done Mistress work with Mistress Madison down in La
Jolla, and invites me to her favorite fantasy forum. As an encore,
I agree to a session expecting little to happen since she is so young,
so ditzy and so sweet, and since I have begun fading out. She shows
great intelligence and her ditziness seems to be due to some substance.
Her delightfulness convinces me to remain for two sessions and we
French kiss for ten minutes before I decide that the time to depart
has come.
Last minute goodbyes,
and some new hellos, take place, and then I am outta there. What
a night!
$2 Bob - www.qlimax.com
