Chapter 1

I've been a voyeur for as long as I can remember. You would think my parents were from the flower child and peace movements. Pretty much free love and all. For most of my life we lived in a gated area overlooking a lake. Our enclave had maybe fifty houses in it. We were such good friends with the other families that it probably seemed like a commune, but we were all just friends. It was what you'd call an elite area and had strict building codes.

Most residents lived there year around, like us, but other used theirs as a summer home. Our house overlooked the beach area. I would often sit in my room with binoculars and watch all the goings on.

My parents named me William after my father. When I got older it pissed me off because they nicknamed my Dad 'Big Willie' and me 'Little Willie'. When I became a teenager I told them to call me Bill, little Willie just didn't hack it. They named my sister Summer since she was born in July.

I had seen most everything sexual there is to see with my view of the beach. I moved out of the house and in with a couple of guy friends after I graduated. My sister, who is two years older than me, was already pregnant and had gotten married. I'm willing to bet I saw the day she got impregnated by her boyfriend up close and personal.

They had dated since high school and I could see them alone in the beach area late at night. You would be surprised what you can see under a full moon, with a real good pair of Nikons.

This story is about my life after leaving my parents' house. I got a job out of high school at a local super market. I stocked shelves and did whatever else I was asked to do. My two friends and I rented a house with three bedrooms.

We all had jobs and shared most everything. Even a few women.

I dated but never had what I would call a steady girlfriend. We would usually break up after a few weeks. I had sex with a number of girls, or maybe you'd call them women, but I got off more watching other people have sex or seeing my buddies fuck their girlfriends. Other times I might go to a porno movie and watch the people watching the movie having sex rather than watching the movie myself.

I guess it is kind of a fetish. I always kept in great shape. I worked out at least three times a week and my body showed it. I know it's bragging but I knew I looked good. I would often talk with older women in the store. I loved looking at their bodies and I didn't hide the fact. In fact it got me quite a few dates.

You would be surprised how many married couples were looking for a threesome. That's where I would come in. I would enjoy a man letting me watch him fuck his wife as much as doing her myself. I even brought a woman along sometimes for a swap. Watching my date fuck another man while his wife joined in was quite exciting.

One day I was offered a full time job as a beer deliveryman, helping an older driver. He would be retiring in a few years and I would have the right to purchase his route. I jumped at the chance. I always thought a delivery job would be a pretty stable position. Especially delivering beer products.

I know that I became a voyeur because of the way I grew up. Even at twenty-one I was still looking at women, especially if they have a little bit of exhibitionist in them. I believe most women do. They might not be cheaters or out having one affair after another, but I truly believe most like being looked at. Seriously looked at.

I need to explain myself a little better. I do not consider myself as a pervert. I don't sneak around looking in people's bedroom windows or changing rooms at the beach.

I do believe if she's going to hang 'em out, I can check 'em out. It makes me laugh when women come out on a public beach in something equal to two Band-Aids and a cork and act like they are disgusted because you looked at them. Christ woman! Cover up or put on a one-piece suit for Pete's sake. Only thing is I'll check you out anyway but will see less.

My buddies and I joined a nudist colony for two years. We went in the summer months. I have to say that is where I met a lot of couples who like to share. I guess going to nudist colonies makes me think a little different than most other guys. I've seen so many naked bodies that after a while you kind of stop looking, unless a woman comes on the beach with maybe just her bikini bottoms on. Then your mind wants to know what's underneath, trimmed muff or shaved?

One thing for sure, there are no hidden tattoos at a nudist colony. I do have to say that most nudist colonies or beaches usually have older patrons attend. I would guess the average age would be late forties to fifties. It's probably why my buddies and I were quite popular.

On with my story. My job helping on the delivery routes took me to a lot of bars and clubs. I checked out most of the stops and the clientele. I do have to say I've seen people from all walks of life. I want to focus on one particular gentlemen's club.

I was now twenty-five and had moved into my own apartment. Both of my roommates got married. I attended both weddings as best man. I couldn't see myself getting married. I never found any woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I saw both of my buddies having sex with their wives before they got married. As a voyeur it was interesting but I wondered what it would be like if I let people watch me have sex with someone I really cared for. I guess I was a bit mixed up in the head.

Anyway at the Players' Club they did serve beer and mixed drinks. They also had strippers and performers. It was unlike any other bar or club that I have ever been in. I think the only reason they let me join was because I was their beer driver. Mel became my friend and he was the manager of the club.

There was a stage and a pole for the girls to dance on. The girls were paid a nightly salary plus their tips. They would start being fully dressed and start working their way down to being nude, if they chose to be. There were tip jars at both ends of the stage to put tips in. The more tips, the more they would take off.

The dancers could stop at any time they wanted to. Of course the more that came off the more that went into the tip jars. Some would get down to their g-string and the clientele could stuff bills into their panties. It had to be at least a ten dollar bill, seeing you would be touching the dancer.

There was two more steps to the dancer's routine. They could strip completely if they chose and would give lap dances but you weren't allowed to touch them; at least in the main lounge area. If you wanted more you could offer to take them to a back room. The price depended on what you wanted.

A voyeur could go back in the hall behind the room and watch the sex happening for fifty dollars. That was a hell of a lot of money to watch someone have sex. I went back and watched one time but I ended up paying fifty dollars for something I could see in any porno movie house for less than half the price.

I do have to admit that the women that worked at this gentlemen's club were top notch. I would have to say most looked like in shape college co-eds. I had been coming there maybe once or twice a week on a week night. The manager, Mel, told me that it got really busy on Friday and Saturday nights. He also had some of his best girls that worked those nights.

I decided to come in the following Friday. One thing I found out right off the bat was that drinks were higher. It was ten dollars for whatever you wanted to drink. You could also have the dancers sit with you but you had to pay twenty-five dollars for their company and buy their drinks also. They had a time limit of fifteen minutes. There were over a dozen dancers on the weekend plus the girls serving the drinks and I have to say they were beautiful.

You could also drink with some of the waitresses and there wasn't the twenty-five dollar fee. As you can tell, this was a rather high class place. You would be spending some big money if you took up some of the offers. I didn't see anyone around my age, twenty-five. Most were probably in their forties, fifties and older. Now and then I did see a few that might be younger, like in their thirties.

Generally speaking I felt a little out of place. There was no way I had the money to compete. I did throw fives into the tip jars but rarely asked for company. Hell, I was paying ten bucks for a beer that I sold to the club for a buck fifty or less.

You could imagine what it cost to play pool or bumper pool with these women. It might cost me a couple of hundred dollars to come here twice a week, but it was worth it. And that was watching how I spent my money.

On Friday I got a seat near the back. The old geezers had sewn up the front seats. One old guy off to the side smiled at me. "Hi, I'm George." My first thought was could he be gay? He was sitting with another mature man.

"Our friend Joe couldn't make it tonight. Would you like to have his seat here in the front table? The show is much better from down here," said George.

I saw Mel and he nodded that George was an ok guy. He told me later that George's wife passed away a couple of years ago and he had become a regular. I went ahead and moved into the empty seat. George shook my hand and asked me my name.

"I'm Bill. I've been here a few times but this is the first weekend night that I've come here."

"Oh, the weekends are so much more fun. The girls really get into it. You're lucky that Crystal is here tonight. She's our favorite. She only performs one weekend a month.

"This is my brother Gus. We both retired a couple of years back. We owned a manufacturing business together and sold it. When it was time to enjoy ourselves, my Mary passed away. I'm seventy and Gus here is sixty-eight. His wife is still living but she's glad to get rid of him once in a while.

"So, what to you do for a living, Bill?" asked George.

"Well, to be honest I drive a beer truck. This club is one of my stops and one day I asked Mel about joining. He accepted my application and here I am. I have to be honest and say everything is priced a little over my head. I do love looking at the ladies though."

"We were wondering what you did for a living. Most of these old guys are businessmen and a lot are retired. A good number of the younger men you see are probably guests. Under club rules you can be a visitor here three times. A lot of the businessmen use that to impress their clients."

George and Gus were a couple of nice old guys. They told me all about the club rules and even how many guys get tossed out on their ear. There were four bouncers and they didn't put up with any shit when it came to the ladies. Foul mouths or touching the ladies will get you thrown out pretty quickly. There were a few exceptions if the girls agreed to it.

Again they told me it was time for Crystal. I asked them what was so special about her. All the women I had seen in the club were gorgeous. It would have to be something different if she was to stand out in this group of women.

"You'll see," said Gus. "She's special and an untouchable. That makes her all the more appealing."

George added, "She also is not a dancer. She's one of the few that does like a little play. They always bring out props. Sometimes it's like she comes home and gets ready for bed. Other times she changes clothes like she is going out. She has even had a shower routine where she takes a shower on stage. She has another woman come out and rinse her off."

"It's like peeking through someone's bedroom or bathroom window while they are doing their thing. Believe me she is special," said Gus.

"What did you mean when you said she was untouchable?" I asked.

Gus replied. "Most of the ladies can be bought for a price. Granted the price might be extremely high in some cases, but can still be bought. Most sexual appetites can be bought in the back room. Light touching can go on out here when placing money in the g-string.