Seventies pub strippers

[mikeleverson]

I heard talk of occasional 'private shows' behind closed doors at strip pubs, sometimes involving two girls plus more contact with the audience. All I can remember from one guy who did attend one was that it featured two girls sitting on top of each other on the sofa seating, sort of entwined naked.

I got invited to one once but didn't attend because it was at an awkward time (5:30) and I was mostly satisfied with the raunchiness of ordinary shows.

[mikeleverson]

Not by me, extracted from an arty, literary blog which no longer seems to be online.

Note that despite the date from the blog this will be vintage, as this bar has had a different clientele for some years.. who would be fairly unlikely to be interested in such shows :-)



A strip - act, at Daley's Dandelion, Liverpool
12:57:11 - Dec 31 2006
Times Read: 45


Not a poem, or a story, but a moment of Now.



It is 3:20 and the bar is filling with solitary men,
all ready to gaze...
upon the girls, three in all; who will strip and tease,
for their allotted slot, (fifteen minutes, or so
on the railed off dais…
and now my bitter costs an extra twenty six pence.

The music is now louder and there is an impatient atmosphere, as men take the best spec, so as to enjoy the show...

Now, it is just a few minutes to go...
and what was an empty bar, is filling still: as places are taken by men, in working attire, casual dress and the occasional suit.

Where I sit, at a table to the right of the dias,
I look through the rails and across the stage - to the heavies now standing by the door, ready to restore order, (it seems,)
if any man takes liberties... with the girls.
It is now past show-time - and anxious faces look around...
all of them waiting - with five minutes to go...
and what was an empty bar, is filling still, as places are taken by men, in working attire, casual dress and the occasional suit.

It is now past show-time and anxious faces look around...
all of them waiting, (with evident anticipation) for the girls.
And men gather at the wooden rail, round the small, slightly raised stage,
as if aware, that soon ... very soon, their patience will be rewarded:
and another cigarette is lit, as my pulse quickens and I know that I am now part of the expectant crowd, all waiting.

"We dream the same dream, we want the same thing..."
is played whilst during this intermission -
and somehow the song seems very appropriate...

The lights suddenly dim throughout - except for the bar
and the spotlights that point toward centre-stage -

And the first girl comes on, dressed as a cowgirl, in chaps, waistcoat, boots and a hat ... Strutting across the stage, cracking her whip.

She wears cut-down jeans, worn as shorts, pulled tight to the crotch...
and she strips to the beat and ... she squirts Gillette onto her hands...
blue eyes surveying - the faces of the men as they leer...

The blonde smacks at her pert breasts and against her ass...
and a John Major look-alike, all in grey, stares wide-eyed, shaving-foam dripping down his beer glass; and all before her are enthralled as the cowgirl stimulates the crowd - as she simulates sex with the whip butt...

And she leans forward now, her glistening folds dripping with oil, liberally applied... with a finger teasing at the entrance... and she smiles,
for her part in this now of the crowd, has just ended.

There is silence, (then,) there is applause, as the spotlight becomes dim -
and... the blonde can be seen, collecting her fallen clothes.

And once more we wait...
So, I visit the toilet 'coz the beer is going through me:
and I read the scrawl on the wall...
before taking my seat once more.

And we wait in the darkness, till music blares... the next girl,
again a blonde, stands before us on the stage, dressed as a schoolgirl,
her hair worn in braids, that loosen and fall as she dances and prances... across the small railed off stage.

She is wearing a uniform that she will not have been in, for about ten years, or so, white blouse, shoes and socks and a grey-pleated skirt,
with shapely-legs stocking-clad... she disrobes very slowly...
playing the baying animals in front of her with an air of mockery...
and they love it.

Licking her lips the girl pushes forward her hips and toward
a little man's thick pebble glasses... and the crowd applaud him,
much to his delight and embarrassment.

Then the blonde busty Barbie-doll... bumps and grinds her way...
to the rail opposite; turns her back to a man in a rugby shirt and… bending over…
thrusts her backside toward the man and… laughing,
she finally drops her skirt;
then returns to the middle of the stage and continues to strip...
away her remaining clothes.

Now the blonde sits on a chair, it's back facing front,
her legs spread either side - as a man, stands in the middle of the crowd, between the two rails and before the steps to the dias:
he is large and bulky, with little round glasses and is wearing a light tan mac, his hands are deep in the pockets.

He has thick pursed lips and as the act proceeds… the man impersonates a goldfish... drawing in his breath - and - saying the word 'more'...

As the girl - young woman I should say...
begins to move, her actions are old, indeed practised... and…
She is confident, in her control of the men, looking up at her...
and the ribbons are not tight any more and her braids hang loose ...
as she takes out from her rolled up towel ... Johnson's cream milk
and her head back, in mock ecstasy, she takes some into her mouth ...
dripping it slowly, down the mounds of her young breasts.


She looks down, at the rail...
then smiling, she watches her audience
and repeats this part of her act... again and again.

Then the blonde moves to the front and poses naked... for the fish ...
and as the man in the mac draws breath, to show his affection,
she laughs and turns, to resume her strip... and continue to tease.

She looks at the audience before her, sparkling eyes wide,
with white lotion trickling from the corners of her mouth...
before standing and bowing, her act finished...
And – the lights dim once more.

With my coat and case, I reserve my place, as I seek the bar and a beer,
before finding my seat ... and I light a smoke, sharing a joke...
with my neighbour, who has also finished work early, so as to be here.

The last of the three takes to the stage - and - this redhead is older,
than the other two girls, both puppy fat
and eager to play the mechanics of the strip ...

Though she is the eldest by far...
she stalks from one half of the stage to the other…
with an arrogant swagger:
an American police woman, in her blue shirt, grey skirt and peak cap; wielding her night staff as if it is a club...

She looks at the audience sternly...
from beneath the brim of the cap – as she walks,
stepping high in her heels, as she looks at the men,
as if they are the prey, that she stalks ...

As she undoes her shirt buttons one by one - parading the stage,
flaunting her legs, her body, her smile ...
each button is undone with measured ease, every movement guaranteed,
to emphasise the tease...

She removes the cap with a flourish and her long, lustrous, red hair cascades loose and she shakes it... as she whirls in a circle, twisting her hips.

The tie is removed and finally the skirt and long legged and toned,
the redhead moves to the music in white bra and panties,
suspender-belt and fine black hose.

On all fours now, she prowls feline,
then lowers herself, she pumps with her hips...
and makes love to the stage, eyes like slits, (in apparent pleasure,)
as she observes the eye’s... of the men watching her ...

As she undoes her bra, directly looking at a man, clasp held tight ...
she turns to another, cupping her breasts in her hands,
as the bra hits the floor... the redhead stands centre stage,
to lift her arms and display her charms.

And standing, she struts over to one man, middle-aged,
laughing with his pal next to him ... and she turns her back to him and her firm cheeks to the edge of the rail…
peeling off her knickers slowly, halting and looking around,
at the crowd of ogling men, all intent on her every move...

And when she does slip them from her long legs.
he looks down to his pint, blushing...
and a man shouts, from near to me, 'Hey we're missing out!'

So with an intricate turn of her hips and a few steps,
to where we sit 'neath the rail...
the redhead bends again, to pose as before, showing her slit peach and brown rose… looking at us, from upside down… and she winks...

Then her breasts gently sway, as she stalks the stage floor...
and then, then redhead lies on her back... running her hands over herself, teasing us ... with this display.

And she turns and sits, facing the group of men by one rail,
twisting and turning her legs, to sit again... legs wide…
facing the other side… then does the same again,
to face the crew by the steps to the stage,
so every man has the chance to view her, all of her...

And she takes to the middle of the stage once more... and kneels,
wearing only high heels and a smile, running her hands over the swell of her breasts...
as she hardens the nipples... with her fingertips...
And then, as she runs one hand over her belly - and picks up a bottle of Boots Baby Oil with the other.

She eyes her body, as the oil drips down ... and looks up, just once or twice, running oil-clad hands over her flesh ...
till finally she sits cross-legged, with one hand gently resting on her bush... her eyes all a flutter... and she stands looking around... then bows thrice to the men, as the house light come on...
And she picks up her clothes to a great deal of applause.

'The next set starts in half an hour,' I am told.
But I'm not sticking around, 'coz it's time for my train and I'm sure,
that my supper will be getting cold ...

[mikeleverson]

As before don't read if easily offended.

The most I ever did, and it came as a complete surprise too.

Stripper Diaries 11th May 1990

Shakey, attractive girl with long brown hair, about 22, came on wearing a schoolgirl outfit - white shirt, blue and yellow tie pleated skirt and white socks. Came over to me and lifted skirt up, then undid it sensuously moving her bottom over the top of the skirt. She bent over and briefly dropped her white panties to show off red flaps. While dancing she undid the shirt and ran her tie between her legs, before finally removing the panties.

Now she wore just a pink and white corset and white stockings. The low cut top meant that her nips kept appearing and disappearing as she danced around. She slid the panties down and climbed up on my chair to rub her pussy in my face. Then she went to the stage and lay back, arching her back so her red nipples and small but firm breasts came out of her top. She had neatly trimmed pubic hair. Turned round and lay face down, moving her bare bottom fast imitating sex, before pulling off the stockings while still lying down,

Now quite naked, she stepped over to me, took me by the hand and got me on the stage. She pulled my trousers to the knees. Then reached over to her little black bag on the stage, took out a condom, rubbed me up and down and then put the condom on. Then licked and sucked for around 10 seconds as the audience cheered, before lifting her head and spraying foam on the condom. Felt her breasts as she got up, then she sat on my face and tied one of her discarded stockings round the condom clad cock.

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[Greenman]

Amazing stories of your debauched teenage life mike but one thing I find odd-how come all these strippers made a beeline for you-what did you have that others in the audience didn't-apart from a lot of confidence to allow these women to debag you

[mikeleverson]

Hi Greenman,

Think it was all down to 1) picking a good seat near the front 2) being about the youngest (ahem!) member of the audience.

The others were mainly 30-40, but one regular had a Normandy veterans blazer badge which must have meant he was mid sixties to early seventies.

[mikeleverson]

Stripper Diaries August 18 1989

Denise, a girl with medium length blonde hair, looked exactly like Colleen Powell from Aussie series 'Prisoner Cell Block H'
came on wearing white bra, white panties and stockings.

Began by undoing her bra to reveal very firm well rounded boobs. Put one leg up on a pub stool and peeled down a stocking and tossed it over to join her bra. Put her right leg up, flexed her leg again and peeled off her stocking, but this time left it with the end tucked down the band of her panties. Made her way across to the doorway of the pub and went into the lobby for a few moments. Puzzling!

Danced her way back to the stage area, turned her back to the audience , and slowly dropped her panties. Stood with her legs apart to show pink anus and vagina, with the stocking dangling from her flaps. Lots of applause and cheers. Came over to me with the stocking still dangling from her vaginal lips to straddle me while I sucked her nipples. Finished the act by taking the stocking out and running it under my nose.


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[mikeleverson]

As berfore, not for the easily offended..

Now for the act of a particularly delicious 'old hound', Adele.

To give you a mental picture, think of Shirley Maclaine in 'Sweet Charity' with blonder hair and you have a good resemblance .. now think of her naked and covered in oil...


Stripper Diaries 8th May 1989

Adele came on wearing a black transparent chiffon skirt, transparent black top and belt with a gold bra and g-string underneath. Put her knee up and gradually lifted the top over her head, then shook her bottom about as she removed the skirt. Bent over to take off her bra, then pulled her own nipples to make them erect. Sat in the chair on stage, lifted her legs in the air and neatly and smoothly pulled off her G-string.

Took a pink bath towel spread it out in front of the stage, lay back and opened her legs and dripped oil on her vagina. Also turned a little to one side to rub some oil into her bum cheeks.

She began to really masturbate, running her finger up and down her flaps, before spreading her flaps and sticking her finger inside and then licking it, smacking her lips.

Came over to me, moving her shiny and glistening bum. Asked me reach my hand round and rub her pubes. Gave her a couple of rubs with my hand and finally felt her vagina with my finger.

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[mikeleverson]

Stripper Diaries 21st May 1990

More from Denise


Denise came on wearing a yellow T shirt and yellow shorts, carrying a white shopping bag - just like any girl in the summer. She very quickly undressed to wear just white panties. Then she took a look in the shopping back as if inspecting her shopping - but took out a white vibrator.

She rubbed it against her breasts before slipping it down her panties. She peeled down the panties and bent right over nearly touching her toes while still holding the vibrator, showing her vaginal flaps and anus.

Now she was naked she switched on the vibrator so a low buzzing noise filled the pub, and inserted the vibrator, gradually pushing it in until just the flat ridged end just protruded from her open vaginal lips. A guy was watching her intently and she pulled out the vibrator, switched it off and then dipped it in his beer!

After this slid the beer flavoured vibrator back into her vagina, this time half way in, but not buzzing away. She then lay back fondling her labia, now well separated by the vib and pulling on her nipples. Came over to me and let me give a good suck to both of her big breasts.


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[Mad Koala Bear]

Originally Posted by mikeleverson

Here's another I found in my files - mid 70s British strip, probably in Tyneside pub/club. Not very good quality but you can see the audience look a bit uninterested and the stripper is wearing huge platform shoes.

The picture was taken by famous war photographer Don McCullin around 1977and is from his book 'Homecoming', a photo essay of the decaying country he returned to in the late 70's after his extensive coverage of wars around the world. I cant remember the name of the pub but it is in Ivegate in Bradford, one of a few now long-gone and sadly missed strip-pubs in the area that I often visited. I wouldn't be surprised if I am behind the front row somewhere.

The relative poor quality of the picture is due to DMs use of fast film in low light conditions without any extra illumination. His book, well worth looking out for, contains some extraordinary shots of a largely disappeared England.

[grdssdrg]

Originally Posted by andysmz

Back to the subject of 70s strippers featured on TV shows, there is quite a nice sequence in the first episode of "Whatever happened to the likely lads" now available on DVD.

According to IMDB.COM this stripper is Angelique Ashly