The transition from the "soaring sixties" to the "sleazy seventies" was a bit bumpy at times, to say the least. It was early in 1970, I was sharing a girlfriend with a classmate (you really don't want to know)- they both worked at The Suburban World movie theater, which was actually a little gem of a cinema, Moorish decor and twinkling "stars" and floating "clouds" on the ceiling. The "Sub World" had fallen upon hard times, it was reduced to playing Scandinavian "art house" films (really just soft-core skin-flicks with subtitles.)
My shared-girlfriend would often cashier there and would let me in to see the movies, which really were most peculiar. I remember one film in particular where the leading man had parked his car outside a woman's apartment, revving his Volvo while she revved her vulva.
One night one of my girlfriend's co-workers was interested in meeting the "other boyfriend." This usherette came smiling up to me with her hand extended so I put mine out in return, but she deftly inserted hers into my pants pocket, giving me a most thorough examination. At the time, it seemed a little forward, although somehow it fit in with the milieu.
Thanks (I think) to Lab Munkay for stirring this memory...