She struts toward me, enormous, asymmetrical breasts swinging from an electric pink halter top like bowling balls in a cargo net. They are among the largest I have ever seen, silicone-enhanced prolate spheroids that cause her rail-thin body to list from side to side as she tightropes across the leopard-print "Sacramento girls nude" in 9-inch-high clear-plastic fuck-me pumps.
She fades into the crowd of men seated in the darkness at the City Limits Showgirls strip club on Auburn Boulevard and disappears. On the stage set before us, two-dozen scantily clad young women present their wares for the next VIP special: The women range in age from 18 to Skimpy tops, G-strings and platform heels are de rigueur.
They fan out across the room and begin working the crowd. One girl passes close by and grazes my ear with her lips. Her hot, moist breath smells like sweet strawberry bubble gum; her tiny hand burns the back of Sacramento girls nude neck as she draws my face toward her bosom and lightly brushes my cheek with a soft pink nipple.
This scene is repeated every half-hour on the hour at City Limits on Friday and Saturday nights; similar activities can be found at any of "Sacramento girls nude" half-dozen strip clubs in the Sacramento area. The lack of a climax has always put me off lap dancing, and strip clubs in general have never held much appeal, in part because they offend my own politically correct sense of moral superiority.
As a spinning disco ball washes the room in a kaleidoscopic red glow, the nearly naked nubiles rub and thrust and grind their bodies against grotesquely grimacing anonymous male strangers. Just as the room reaches fever pitch, the second song ends and the girls withdraw to count their loot, intercepted by clipboard-wielding floor managers intent on ensuring the club gets its cut. Clearly, to a certain extent they are.
Neither do I mean to imply that the intimacy for sale at such establishments is totally authentic. For one, it lacks any commitment, the blood and guts of true intimacy, from either party involved in the transaction.
Generally, no sex is involved, therefore there is no risk, another characteristic of real intimacy. Nevertheless, the faux Sacramento girls nude offered at strip clubs is not without value. Social scientists know that contacts with people are important in both instrumental and socio-emotional domains.
The closer and stronger our tie with someone, the broader the scope of their support for us and the greater the likelihood that they will provide major help in a crisis. For many men, the attraction proves irresistible. There are worse things in the world you could be doing.
Cassandra—not her real name—has worked strip clubs in Nevada, Arizona and California since the late s; she currently dances at City Limits. Some of her best clients are plagued by loneliness. He was such a lonely person, so desperate for companionship, and always so polite, just such a good person. He told me there was this other dancer and he paid for her wedding. I know one guy, he works a night job.
He works in an office by himself. The customers want to feel desired, to have a hot chick that cares about them, that gives a fuck. He claims frequenting strip clubs for the past two years has turned his life around. He credits strip clubs for helping turn his life around. There were so many. I finally saw one, a white lady with blond hair. She wanted to get to know me first. Sacramento girls nude show love to you. That keeps you coming back. I have no clue why she left.
Women are like a drug, they are addictive in some cases. Strip clubs can be addictive because of the way they look at you and love you.
Other local dancers confirm that all many men want to do is talk. Like Cassandra, they prefer to use their stage names to conceal their true identities. Her skin-tight pink micro-skirt is sprayed on. Like most of the dancers she works out at the gym often, in her case six days a week.
With a shawl draped over her shoulder and a sarong wrapped around her waist, she presents a level of refinement absent in her younger cohorts. I turn into somebody else. A lot of the girls do that. You can be anybody you want in the club. You take off all your clothes, your boots, and your tie-on G-strings, and put on your jeans and stick your hair up in a bun and go home with money in your pocket—go pay Sacramento girls nude bills.
Detachment has its rewards. Both women exemplify the fact that stripping is a skill and an art form that combines aesthetic attributes as well as physical and mental abilities.
You sort of get hired, because they make you audition. You have to be completely "Sacramento girls nude."
Self-motivation is key, because in the catty world of striptease, collegiality often takes second seat to competitive instinct. But dancing on stage benefits the clubs more than it does the dancers, who are paid in single dollar bills by the customers bellied up to the tip rail.
The stage act benefits the club by providing the imprimatur of legality. However, the previous section, 9. Strip clubs fit the legal description. At juice bars, the girls are required to wear a thong during lap dances. However, when dancing on stage, total nudity is Sacramento girls nude. Sometimes, when a dancer less than inspired, watching a stage dance can feel that clinical.
However, when the performance is spirited, the result can be erotically mesmerizing. At Centerfolds one night, Aris, a gorgeous, lithe Asian girl with Chinese characters tattooed down her spine, slinks out on stage in a red-vinyl devil costume, complete with pointed tail.
She plays suggestively with the tail as she strips raw. An incredibly limber contortionist, she performs the full splits and lays supine on the floor, providing the hypnotized men at the tip rail a panoramic view of her shaved perineum.
She beams at them from between her legs, then suddenly straightens her legs out, slamming her 8-inch-high plastic platforms so loudly on the dance floor it startles some of the onlookers. Later, Aris tell me that the characters down her back symbolize the sun, beauty, the moon, respect, heaven and prosperity.
The year-old got into stripping two years ago out of curiosity. The pole, a required feature at most clubs, thrusts up out of the stage and penetrates the Sacramento girls nude like a golden phallus. It can separate the women from the girls. At City Limits one night, a dancer takes a run at the pole, slips in her high heels and barely catches the pole with one hand.