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urlesque moves but it didn’t satisfy her. Spreading her legs<br />
in a thong bikini in front of her guest-room mirror seemed to<br />
do the trick.<br />
She started experimenting with costumes—red evening<br />
gowns, pink spandex, and feather boas. She became an expert<br />
at taking off her top and tossing it effortlessly into the<br />
air, revealing her newly firm breasts. She’d smirk and a little<br />
spark in her eyes would go off whenever she did this maneuver,<br />
making it even more of an event.<br />
After four months, the time had come. I told Rose I was<br />
throwing a party and would like her to dance there. Other<br />
people were go-going and she was definitely ready. I knew<br />
my friends would love her. Flattered that I would invite her,<br />
she asked all kinds of questions, like what should she wear?<br />
Should she show up in costume or change when she got<br />
there? How many sets should she do? Was she to strip completely<br />
naked? Would people be tipping? All sensible stripper<br />
questions.<br />
The affair was a glamorous one at a small club in Soho. A<br />
designer friend made metallic dresses for some of my girlfriends<br />
to wear. Some of the boys were wearing vinyl pants<br />
or suits. Many ladies, including Rose, arrived wearing boas.<br />
I guided The Rose to the platform and helped her up. Once<br />
she got her balance, she squinted at the colored lights for a<br />
millisecond before her exhibitionism kicked in, then she gyrated<br />
like nobody’s business. Blue and red lights showered<br />
her body as she danced. Running her hands over her black<br />
lace catsuit, she did the wave. Slithering sensuously, she held<br />
the wall and stuck her ass out, a move I never taught her, but<br />
it’s a classic. Several people gathered around to watch. She<br />
definitely looked like an older woman, but she was so sexy<br />
that it made me wish I had an army of older strippers dancing<br />
on platforms around the room, surrounding us in experience<br />
and sensuality. A few men and women went up to tip her.<br />
“She is hot!” my friend Paul said.<br />
“There’s no way she’s 71,” my friend Val said.<br />
“You go, girl!” her friend Daryl said.<br />
She slid the catsuit down over her shoulders to her waist.<br />
Then she pulled her bra straps over her shoulders, holding<br />
the boa over her breasts. She popped the bra and threw it<br />
into the cheering crowd, eyes glinting mischief. With much<br />
finesse, she lifted the boa up in the air, revealing her toplessness<br />
and rose tattoos. More cheers, applause, and dollars<br />
thrown her way. The Rose was a hit.<br />
Slithering sensuously, she held the<br />
wall and stuck her ass out, a move<br />
I never taught her, but it’s a classic.<br />
She came with Daryl, who was there to cheer her on. Girls<br />
were already shaking it on the platforms when she arrived.<br />
Rose picked a seat on a red velvet couch right next to the gogo<br />
girls and deliberately studied their moves.<br />
“You can get changed in the back when you’re ready,” I said.<br />
“But first, you need a stripper name!” We decided to call her<br />
“The Rose.”<br />
An hour later, after careful observation, The Rose changed<br />
into this black lace catsuit with a black bra and thong underneath.<br />
When she emerged from the dressing room, a lot of<br />
men were staring. Not in a “who does that old broad think<br />
she is?” way, but in a “who is she?” way.<br />
After her dance, she covered her deflowered<br />
breasts and thanked me profusely for the opportunity.<br />
I could tell from the sweat on her<br />
brow and the glow from her face that she was<br />
buzzed from all the excitement. Several people<br />
asked her questions and complimented her bravery. When<br />
she got dressed, she thanked me again.<br />
She later told me that before she got on the platform, she<br />
was in a state of terror. But she made herself do it anyway.<br />
A total stripper trait. The reaction from the crowd, she said,<br />
was unexpected but inspiring. She went home very satisfied<br />
and eager to do it again. She also told me that she had made<br />
$12 that night. Unfolded them on her living-room couch and<br />
stared at them for hours. Rose said she didn’t think she could<br />
ever spend them. Not in a million years.<br />
52 EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT SEX IS <strong>WRONG</strong>