Sabrina and the Porn Shop

So, it was bound to happen out here in the heartland. Leaving Wichita, I stumbled upon something I had not seen recently, save for one weird exception….an adult video/porn shop.
Having spent most of the past three months in the Bible Belt, I noticed that adult video emporiums were scarce as hens teeth, and limited to interstate truck stop type situations, but here in Wichita, Kansas, the Holy Restrictions apparently are not as stringent, and they are nestled neatly between motels and restaurants. I passed one this morning. There was a large man with tattoos outside handing a bag to a young boy in a truck, and I figured he was the owner. I approached, figuring there was no harm in asking. He told me that he was not the owner but that the manager was inside, so I entered. Inside I saw a more or less typical porn shop, aisles of naughty videos and magazines, and under glass cases liquids and gels and rubber devices and cylindrical objects and leather thingies and latex gizmos and more. There was a darkened corridor labeled “Video Arcade” as well. Behind the desk sat a rainbow haired….woman.
“Oh, the manager is a lady!” I exclaimed.
“I knew I should have left that door locked”, she replied with a smile.
I told her who I was and where Id been, and that I was surprised to see her business open in Wichita. “You aint in the Bible Belt anymore, honey”
I asked her if the place was busy, and had not the proliferation of free porn on the internet hurt the industry? She, (her name is Sabrina) agreed that it didn’t help, but said that the video arcade made up for a lot of lost income. The arcades, for those who don’t know, are a pay per view booth situation, usually very dark, and where gay or closeted men go to rendezvous. It can be very lucrative for the establishment, although the activities that go on there are often more than just guys watching videos, if you ..ahem, know what I mean. (And NO, I do not go there.)
“We are pretty clean, as far as that goes,” Sabrina told me. “We have to be able to please the local law enforcement when they come in to check on us.”
I looked out at the floor full of fantasies and fetishes, and said, “Well, I guess its better than working at a fast food place.” Laughing, she told me that she had actually left a decent job at Popeye’s Chicken to work at the porn shop. I said that it was just a different kind of meat she saw now, and she laughed harder and agreed.
Keeping it real, folks, I don’t care one way or another if these places exist. As long as places provide something that people want and that does not hurt them, or anyone else, let them have at it. And besides, it keeps Sabrina from having to smell like chicken all the time.