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A FOOTNOTE IN THE SEXUAL HISTORY OF NEW YORK CITY NEW YORK FOOT WORSHIP PARTY Foot Worship and More West 31st Street (Between 5th Ave & Broadway New York, NY 646-996-6194 Footparty@NYC-Foot-Fetish.com By $2.00 Bob Anyone Familiar with the Epic Undertaking of Burroughs and Wallace's "Gotham", Know Well that Manhattan Has a Rich Culture of Sex. The NY Foot Worship Party May Well Be Entered in the Foot Notes of that Saga during Future Years. How nice. I open my Email and read: Get up close & personal with hot pairs of feet. Date: Friday, 2005 Time: 7p - 1a Location: Reply by e-mail or call (646) 996-6194 for party location Don't forget to reserve your spot at this Friday's Foot & Leg Party at FFP. You'll get quality sessions with the amazing calves, soles, arches and toes of some of New York's most beautiful young women. Check out our girls in the main room, find the feet you like, and worship away in one of our 100% private spaces. Remember, there's no obligation: Stop by and take a look. If you don't agree it's the hottest foot & leg scene around, you can leave and owe nothing. PARTY DETAILS: * 40 young, beautiful foot models to choose from-all between 18-25 years old * All sessions guaranteed totally private (no one will see you during any session) * $60 admission--a small price to pay for all those feet * Each totally private foot fetish session (10-15 minutes) is just $20 * BYOB-we supply mixers, cups and ice For more info visit: http://www.nyc-ffp.com  On the next block south of Korea Town, where once Korean cribs plied their porcelain doll trade, operates one of the last foot party denizens remaining on the Island. Sharing the walk-up with other businesses, including a police office, NY-FWP occupies, usually on at least one Friday night a month, a clubbing space. The space rents out to various groups during the other days of the month. The rickety elevator and flights of well trodden wooden stairs open onto an admissions booth where the $60 entrance fee exchanges hands. During the cooler months, a space awaits the storage of guests' coats. A long, narrow hallway, leading toward the rear and into the dance area, separates the spotless ladies' and men's' rooms, on the right, from the entryways into private rooms, on the left. These private rooms further divide into smaller private rooms and they appear less spotless than the restrooms.The common mews brings focus to a hard wood dancing floor, centered within soft carpeting, with both a bar and a food table on the wall farthest from the entrance. NY-FWP serves no booze, however, guests may, and do, bring their own alcoholic beverages. The food table offers soft-drinks (all with sugar for this party) and about 10 pizzas (about 10:30p to 11:00p for this party). Surrounding the dance floor, with a comfortable distance from the floor, rest about four private areas, miscellaneous couches and a stand-up drinking table. Off to the side, a conversational space, lined with couches, offers a comfortable environment for verbal interaction and foot admiration. The girls dance regularly on the hard-wood floor, most of the time with one another, in clear view of fantasizing guys who remain on the search for their next session selection. The muted décor reminds one of past generation disco in despair. A crystal ball rotates over the dance floor and the jockey plays loud rap by the conversation area. Fortunately, on the evening this report chronicles, someone asks for a reduction in volume and a lessoning of the back direction scratching of the turntable. The disk jockey thinks we come to hear his sleek prowess in playing music; we think we come here to hear the sweet words of the girls soliciting us to kiss their feet. Loud tunes have a tendency to lesson the session foreplay games, and block the possibility of chemistry between the game players. The lower volume, loud enough for privacy and soft enough for ear-to-ear whispering, improves the night immensely. The private spaces, generally about four by six feet, accommodate the exploring couples adequately, but can seem somewhat small. The great side of smallness means the two occupiers need remain intimately close on the leather couches inside the black curtains. Many times, the shoulders and back on one part of a couple press against the shoulders and back of one part of a couple in the adjoining space. Everyone takes the interference lightly and chuckles, from everyone involved, fill the spaces of both sides of the partition. A guess may center that twelve to seventeen of these intimate enclosures line the premises, with private rooms available for that special girl who suggests such.  The extremely friendly girls come from a myriad of ethnic beauty. Not one of them can find unfavorable physical description being honestly pointed toward them. From their different cultures they bring smiles, conversation and availability. About thirty girls greet the senses of all thirty plus male guests for this evening. The girls meet the cutely aged years of low twenties to mid-thirties. The attire: typical of all New Yorkers - "Any style, as long as it's your own."Some girls wear dresses while others wear mini-skirts and still others wear clothy thongs. Blouses, tank tops, bras all make an appearance. The footwear challenges any foot fantasy: open-toes and close-toes pumps, cowboy and gothic boots, modest height platforms, and strappy heels. No sneakers, loafers or ballerinas and no sox. (This disappoints me, but I'm a minority in that case.) The girls truly come across as delightful playmates and worth the admission just for the watching. My first playmate wears a maid's uniform and has the distinction of the first rip-off of any foot party I have ever attended. The forensics student, Elonia, stands out in a gothic mode having tattoos inscribed all over her chest in density to make a Russian prisoner envious. I fall for her white stockings and white shoes, but not her overwhelming desire to discuss nonsense. She thinks of the private room as a conversation pit; I think of the private room as a place to kiss and rub female feet and feel skin forced against my own and an opportunity to engage in erotic activity. After, what I suspect at the time to verge on seven minutes, I want out of this boredom. Politely I tell Enolia, "Thanks. I'll let you get back to work." Elonia politely tells me, "OK. I'll take my second twenty dollars now, because you went over your time." I have no intention of starting any scene so I register my displeasure with her as I fork over the additional $20 bill and I slip myself back into the main mass area. Once out of the intimate space, I inquire of the male visitors if they have experienced such a thing here at this club in the past. All show disgust and recommend telling the operator of the party. This I do on my exit and he replies that the girl can expect the boot for the next party. During the party I mention the incident to every guy milling around the dance pad. The next selectee, an American- Korean named Kimberly, spends time reassuring me that she does not even consider such an act, let alone carrying it out. "Your $20 buys you time with me. I remind you when the final two minutes approaches, but that doesn't mean you only get ten minutes. I find the later girls I select also to run in the same mind track.  Kimberly wears brand new, pointed cowgirl boots. Her legs shine bare and nicely support her five foot five inch stature. Tiny, almost thong like, abbreviated panties barely cover her crotch and hips, while a brief bra adds importance to her tits. After a minute or two finding a private room, Kimberly sits back on our section of the leather couch, and her eyes follow me for a lead. I sit next to her and tell her how much I love her boots. The dark eyes and ruby lips smile and she notes their recent purchase within four hours past, and Kimberly reaches to remove them. I interrupt her movements, kneel in front of her and slide off the size sixes. The leathery smell makes for an instant woody as I furiously lick her soles, arches and heels. "You do that very good. Would you do the backs of my knees?"At this, the black haired doll-baby raises her soles to the ceiling and makes her lower limbs a wishbone by spreading her knees and ankles very far apart. Remaining on my knees, I do my job. Within seconds I squish the printed clothe material, covering her vagina, with my lips. Kimberly uses her hands to bring my face into a smothered situation with my mouth and nose almost totally deprived of air. Her legs fold behind me and her heels clamp down on the nape of my neck. Her tiny hands and tiny feet release just enough to allow movement of my head. I realize that the foot-session of this affair has come to an end as I slather my tongue around the surface of her abdomen and deep into her belly button and down under the elastic top band of the three inch patch used to hide her vagina. Foot by foot, I work my mouth up to her tits, chin and eventually unto her lips. While I kneel in this more upright position, the fluffy soft sock of sex takes the roof of her right foot and rubs my cock with it. Simultaneously, Kimberly's tongue teases my lips and she whispers, "I do private sessions for guys like you. I want to do it, do you? "What do you charge?" I whisper into her ear. "For $150.00 we can go to a more private room," she answers. "Do you wet-kiss?" I ask further. With that Kimberly opens her mouth and plunges her tongue into mine. We negotiate the dollars and activities more. Then, we agree to the deal to do the deed, the move to more privacy to carry out the deed and the session to give me memories to always relive the deed. (Full story coming in later issue.) A little more than an hour later, I find myself back into the common room sharing a bottle of water with one of the girls.  Kati, tall and slim at about 115 pounds and five foot nine inches, with the elegant heels looms as my next choice. With my libido dissipated from Kimberly's fantastic service, my erotic eye evolves into an objective basis with respect to looks. Kati has long hair with a band holding and decorating it. Her skin seems very white and rich under the moodful lighting of the club. Kati's legs can be rated as perfect. She wears a dress, dark stockings and elegant suede pumps. I sit next to her and place her feet in my lap. "Is this what you want to do?" she asks.
"I donno. What else can we do?" I continue. "Well see," she answers. I figure my place to be on the floor and maybe Kati can be another wishbone for me. I kneel at the end of the couch away from her head and I remove her shoes. Her feet churn my testes with their narrowness and nice length. Kati's toes further narrow into the pointiest digits for which the recent high-heel designs attempt to codify female toes. We speak for a while, I massage her up to her mid-thighs and, unfortunately for this report, I never find what more pleasure Kati has in mind for me. As I regularly do between each $20.00 session, and more when the session warrants more for my pleasure, I drift foot-loose throughout the "common" areas. The guys range from early twenties to low sixties, with most males in their thirties and forties. All types of dress represent all types of backgrounds. Mostly jeans from the more expensive racks and two or three suits from different priced sections of the haberdashery. The guys speak profusely when addressed by another guy like myself exploring for a story, but very rarely offer to speak, except to the girls when approached by one of them. In conversing with the guys I always interject a few questions. "Is this the first time you have attended one of Mike's foot-parties?" (The answer seems in the two or three time range.) "Have you had any foot-jobs or hand-jobs here?" (The answer suggests very rarely.) "Are you really into feet?" (The answer, surprisingly to me, comes across as a "maybe".) Many guys show up for lap-dancing, conversation, an opportunity to network with a mistress, hooker or fuck-buddy. Many of the guys just find it a great inexpensive party. They enjoy the overriding friendliness of the girls and a chance to make a more firm contact. A typical phrase: the young girls are great to handle because of their youth; the older girls are greater for contact because of their more open minds and self-serving agenda for attending.  Next I meet an editor, proofer and fact checker, who works with a very famous national men's magazine. Jaine's silver scalloped heels originally attract my feeble attention, however, her offering me a sip from her glass of champagne brings my libido into a clearer focus. We speak for at least ten minutes and I stare into a wide set of large brown eyes and a soft red smile. Her very curly blonde hair epitomizes her as a girl-next-door type. After using up her time, I ask for a session. While in the session, nibbling on Jaine's white stocking covered toes, I learn she graduated with a science degree, once majored in pre-med and has little idea why she now works in publishing. At the end of her session Jaine says, "Don't you leave without saying 'goodbye'. I really mean this. I want to see you before you leave." What Jaine wants remains a mystery to me, because, alas and alack, I cannot find her on my thirty minute trip while departing the party.
Some of the girls I meet at these parties fill me in precisely on why they attend. The immediate income of the party does not constitute the main reason for their attendance, especially with respect to their attendance at subsequent parties. As they show up at the second and third parties they can calculate the cash economic dynamic on their toes. If they normally receive $20.00 per session, and they do ten to fifteen sessions, how much have they garnered? For a girl with not much to do, that might not hurt. She makes a couple of bucks, enjoys a great party with her some girl-friends and some guys and finishes the weekend with some spending money. For a mistress or a hooker, the cash per time invested comes up short and long respectively. Therefore, the girls, those bent on industry, show up for roughly the same reasons as do the guys: sometimes just for pure fun and sometimes for the fun ensuing from the encounters on later dates outside the clubs. In talking to the other guys, I always exchange recommendations and avoidances as to the girls and their attitudes and their abilities. An American-Chinese wonton, in normal platforms, bare legs and abbreviated two-piece body covering, saunters in front of me and I receive a hearty recommendation from the current guy conversing with me. .Michelle stands on tippy-toes with a frame of about five foot two inches in height and which weighs only about 100 pounds. She has extremely large and pouty lips. I mention the recommendation, and she answers, "By all means." On entering the private room, the ultra-cute Michelle takes command. You sit there on the divan and I want to sit on your lap. Her deep black eyes pierce my own and her mouth remains two inches away from my own. Her little body rocks back and forth on my lap and I reach my fingers and massage her soles and arches, by squeezing my digits between her skin and the insoles of her shoes. "Don't tickle me please," she giggles. Michelle wraps her arms around me and holds me tight. Turning cold serious, Michelle blows her breath into my lungs with the words, "Do you want to see me sometime for a private session?" "I don't know about tonight," I answer. "Yeah! I already know. Kimberly, right?" I realize that the girls exchange information as do we "smarter" guys. "Yeah! Right! But, how 'bout another time? I say. After discussions of what, where and price, we arrange to rent a room of assignation in the same building on a later date. (Stay in step for upcoming story.) Tips on attending a foot fetish party: (1) Take $20.00 bills, after paying the entrance fee, and place them into their own pocket of your pants. This way you don't make the faux-pas of mistakingly handing a girl a $5 or $10 bill. This, of course, goes for $50 and $100 bills which can lead to other kinds of devastating emotions. Remember, the level of lighting borders on almost non-existent in the private rooms. You do not need embarrassment or frivolous to ruin your evening. Plus, this happens to help well in your budgeting. A hand in your pocket can easily count how much you have spent, how much you have left to spend and if you need to extract money from your "safe" place to continue the spending interaction of the night. (2) Comfortable and older pants you may find as best. Have pockets to button up your excess money so it does not fall out on the floor. Hopefully, your knees and ass have plenty of opportunity to rest on the floor, and lap dancing regularly wrinkles your flies. Why have good clothes so your wife or live-in has a reason to ask you why your pants seemed so messed up? (3) The best sessions, for me, and you might find for yourself, start off with the girl sitting on the couch with legs quickly becoming extended to the sky. She's opening herself to give you access to her and so she can read ypur thoughts on what you wish to do. If you're solely into feet, then this might not be the choice for you. (4) Talk as much as possible before making the deal for a session. Why waste talk time when your $20.00 gets to the real action? Additional Information on this NY-FWP: Because of the police annex on the block, parking on this street hurts as non-existent. Even after 7:00p, no legal parking happens for autos lacking official stickers. Going west from 5th Avenue, on 31st, requires passing up two public parking facilities, because these close at 10:00p. In the third block going west, on the left, sits a late morning lot for $22.00 plus tips. It's only a short walk. Usually forty girls and forty guys attend the parties, which carry through like a straight party of friendly get-togethers. Some attendees mention that things thin out and slow down around 11:00p out of the 8:00p to 1:00a time period. Most of the girls offer a liberal accounting on the 10 minute, $20.00 sessions… but not all. Editor's Note: For those who wish to read the new report concerning this New York Foot Party free, click on this link: New York Foot Party |
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