Feature Dancers: Worth Fighting Over

I remember the night, a few years ago, when I saw a porn star Feature Dancer by accident.

I was working in an unfamiliar area of Ohio and had caught a hotel room for the night in one of the major cities. As is my habit, I quickly located a nice strip club to enjoy a few of my evening hours in. As I entered and paid my cover charge I was pleasantly suprised to see a poster advertising a Feature with that day's date on it.

"She's here?", I asked. "Tonight? Stephanie Swift is here tonight?" Yippee!

You may not know Stephanie by name, but she's been around the business for quite a while and I've seen her in several films. I certainly knew who she was. Stephanie is a cute little brunette. She's not a bombshell, but she is cute and she is talented and she was there in the flesh that night.

I remember three things.

First, that I enjoyed her stage set a great deal. She really worked the tiprail as well as the brass pole, and I got to tip her up close and personal and I got a poster from her as well.

Second, that I met her and talked to her up close and personal as she signed my poster off to the side of the stage by a pool table. I was struck by two things: that she is a very small girl and that it's very strange to be talking to a naked girl about whom you've read an article in a porn mag about the only position that she can achieve orgasm in. Very weird. But fun.

Third, that her next stage set was exciting and memorable but for the wrong reasons. As she came out and starting working the tiprail - a fight broke out. A bachelor party was in full alcohol-stoked swing in a private area above and to the side of the stage. For some reason, the party turned in to a full out brawl. Fists flew. Tables crashed. Glass broke. As a matter of fact, broken glass came flying over my shoulder to spill out all over the stage where Ms. Swift was working. Bouncers came out of everywhere. More bouncers than I have ever seen in a club. Ms. Stephanie Swift was quickly scooped up and hustled off the stage into the back. Bouncers physically grabbed several of the bachelor party brawlers and bum-rushed them out of the front door. Meanwhile, I was sitting at my table realizing how narrowly I had escaped getting caught up in a brawl and knowing that would be a bad thing to be arrested for or in the newspaper for while I was on the road. I quickly made my exit as well.

But not before meeting my memorable Feature Dancer, Ms. Stephanie Swift. Very nice. Thank you, Ms. Swift.

Rx for the Club

Well, you all got to see a different side of DanceFan in that last post. One time only. I'm going to keep that separate for my political blog from here on out.

I was just extra bummed out this week by the news.

I need to spend some time talking and laughing and private dancing with some delightful young ladies to get me out of my funk.

I'm writing myself a prescription for a lapdance (or two, or three...) as therapy!

Time Out for a Political Rant

Politics. I try to keep it out of this blog, and have succeeded until today. I suspect that several of you and I would disagree on politics, and my purpose here is to write a fun and positive blog recounting my appreciation of strip clubs and dancers. Why poke my finger in your eye on other topics, if you come here to read those stories.

Besides, I would rather that you would be reading the previous post, which I wrote late last night, about a Feature Dancer porn star that I enjoyed seeing. Really.

So I write a completely separate blog on politics, that's every bit as long and as invested as this one is. Let's just say I pay close attention to the news and have to express myself often on those topics as well.

But I have to speak up today. I'm bummed this week by the news. By the murder of that precious little girl, Jessica Lunsford, in Florida by that drug addled pedophile. By the senseless slaughter in a school in Minnesota by a Nazi obsessed wastoid teenager. And by the murder of Terri Schiavo in Florida by her husband Michael. Bummed. This is the type of week when I wonder what kind of society we have become?

Several sites that I enjoy that are linked on my sidebar have commented on Terri Schiavo, mostly on the right-to-die side. I appreciate that people have honest and strongly held opinions on this topic, and I respect that. Here is mine.

Let me say 3 brief things.

1. Michael Schiavo is a bad guy, who is out to murder his wife. He does not have his wife's best interest at heart, and as a husband I'm appalled at his behavior. He wants his wife to die, and for nefarious purposes - not noble ones.

2. Terri's family - not just her parents, but her brother and sister, are long suffering saints who I admire deeply. Michael should step aside and let these fine people care for Terri. She's not dying, or at least wasn't until last week. Let them care for her.

3. If we allow Terri Schiavo to be starved to death in front of our eyes, court sanctioned or not, we have completely cheapened our culture.

I had to speak up. It won't help. I'll still be bummed and Terri will be dead. But I had to speak up.

Let Terri Schiavo live.

O.K. I'm outed now, politically. Flame away, and then go read my previous post, which is what I really wanted to talk about here.

Feature Dancers: Poodle Skirts and Anal Scenes

I started reminiscing back in January about Feature Dancers in general (here), and about some Features that I've seen and met in specific. Starting with Felecia, the Queen of Lesbian Porn.

Tonight, for some reason, I was remembering one of my favorite Feature Dance performers:

Inari Vachs (photo gallery here)

I first heard of Inari Vachs from reading about her winning an AVN award, I believe for "best blowjob" scene of whatever year. What a strange name for a porn star, I thought. I'll have to find one of her videos. Since then I've seen several of her scenes, although I would be hard pressed to tell you what the titles were. I'm thinking that some of them were from Vivid Video - that she may have been or is a Vivid Girl. Inari is certainly talented in the particular category that she won her award for. In the scenes that I have seen her in, she is an expert at the long, slobbery, eye-contact, blowjob. An expert. But then again, she is talented at all aspects of porn. I've seen her in girl-guy, girl-girl, gang bang, and anal scenes. She's a porn trooper.

Inari is a beautiful girl. All natural. Petite, but solid. Small perky breats. Beautiful blonde hair. A shapely ass. An all around girl-next-door beauty. She seems to be present and enjoying every scene, not just posing for the camera. And most importantly, she smiles a lot during sex - a beautiful smile. Her most identifying trait is her O-face, which is very distinct, in which she draws up her upper lip and starts a giving birth breathing pattern with little yelps and then rolls her eyes up into her head as she comes. I've seen it many times on video. It's cute. Although I'm not entirely sure what it sounds like, because I usually watch porn with the sound down!

So, imagine my excitement when I saw Inari Vach's name on a marquee at a chain strip club as a coming attraction. I was there at the appointed hour, taking my place at the tiprail front and center of the stage. I don't recall if I had any lapdances that night, although it's very likely that I did. Mainly, I was there for Inari.

Finally, the time came. The lights went down. The tiprail filled up. And the DJ went into his full stadium-jam porn star introduction with lights and smoke. And without further ado, Inari came down the middle aisle to the vibrant guitar riffs of Dick Dale. (I know it was Dick Dale because I talked later with her assistant / light man / sound man / poster hander outer / etc.)

Dick Dale music and a Poodle Skirt. I kid you not. Inari was decked out in full 1950's regalia. She was beautiful and the outfit was very sexy. Especially as it came off of her over the course of the next three songs. Inari knows how to work a stage and a tiprail and was very smooth and professional. As I recall, the third song involved a towel and lotion dripped off her body - quickly accompanied by the handing out of her posters to the more vocal of the tiprail drooling monkeys (yours truly included).

It was a great show. Hot. And unique with the Poodle Skirt.

Freshened up after her stage show, Inari went to a booth in the back that was set up for merchandising. You could buy a video or DVD from her or have your poster signed by her. While she was standing there naked. Yeow! Given that she was what I was there for, I took my place in line with my poster to have it signed.

Eventually, it was my turn. There I found myself, face to face in a tight space with a very beautiful and very sexy and very naked Inari Vachs. And there was that smile! Beautiful.

Some small talk was necessary as she signed my poster, so I babbled out the only thing that I could think to say, which was "I enjoy your movies". She looked me right in the eye and asked the impossible question. "Oh really. Which movie did you like the best?"

As I said before, I usually see disjointed scenes without particularly paying attention to the title of the movie. I've seen more since that night and have paid attention to them. For example, the "Backseat Driver" series from Toxxxic Video is pretty good and she is always good in them. "Girls night Out" with porn star Chandler is pretty good too. But on that night, that was a tough question.

Thinking quickly on my feet was difficult, because all of the blood had already left my brain and gone elsewhere. (I was standing toe to toe with a naked porn star, after all!)

"Cry Babies", I said quickly. "I liked Cry Babies". For some reason I could remember that title. Inari's scene in "Cry Babies" essentially involved a 20 minute anal pounding by some guy with minimal dialogue other than her pretending to be crying the whole time. It wasn't violent or extreme, just campy. She was role-playing the crying. At least I think she was crying. I had the sound down. But visually, it was a great scene.

Inari smiled a big beautiful smile at me as she signed my poster. "No one has ever answered that one to me before", she said. She seemed pleased.

Time was up and I moved out of the booth for the next mook to step up. And that was my encounter with the beautiful, natural, and sexy Ms. Inari Vachs. A unique professional in a plastic business.

As a postscript: I went out the next day and bought a Dick Dale CD. I listen to it now and then and remember her and her Poodle Skirt.

I'll never forget her smile. Thank you, Inari.

All Skate

There are 3 great things about being a helper at a large kid's party in a public setting:

1. I get a lot out of working with kids. They're great and they always give more back to you than you give to them.

2. Excercise. Lots of it. In this case, go fast and turn left. Over and over.

3. Hot moms! In tight jeans! Say no more, nudge nudge, wink wink.

Now, where's that heating pad again?

Vice Indulgence at 35,000 feet

I'll take a little detour here and describe for you one of my other vices.

I indulged in this particular vice today. Transcontinentally. Voyeuristically. At 35,000 feet.

I knew it was going to be a long flight, so I popped a DVD in my bag on the way out the door. Once the announcement was made that it was safe to use approved electronic devices - out came the laptop, on went the headphones, and in went the DVD. And for 2 hours I indulged in my vice, which is.....

Musicals. I love musicals.

A movie musical in this case. One of my favorites.

"Moulin Rouge" starring Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor.

Come on, tell me you've ever seen better screen chemistry between two stars. Tell me you've seen a better love story. (Ok, "Shakespeare in Love" - one of my other favorites - is pretty good too, but MR wins because it's a musical!) Tell me you've seen a more gorgeously photographed and directed love story. Just tell me.

I love the scene when Ewan and Nicole are singing to each other on top of the elephant early on. That's where the chemistry is most noticeable to me.

And I really love the musical number where they do the combination: a Spanish flavor dance to "Roxanne" with all of the dancers and a version of "Come What May" that Ewan is singing to Nicole while she's having dinner with the Duke in the tower. Now that's a sexy scene.

It was all I could do to not break out in song on the plane.

Ok, that's my other vice. I love musicals. Don't even get me started on Les Miserables.

By the way, I have a theory on how this movie played a role in the breakup of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman's marriage. Think of it this way - a lot of Hollywood marriages break up when one of the actors falls in love with a costar. I think that's what happened with Nicole and Ewan. They were two fellow Aussies starring together on a movie set who fell in love. It broke up her marriage to Tom. The timing fits, as I recall. Tom and Nicole were happy for ten years. Then she does this movie. Then she comes back and has a miscarriage. Then Tom files for divorce and moves out suddenly. It makes sense, to me anyway.

What's ironic about that is how it fits the plot of Moulin Rouge. If you know the story - the courtesan (Nicole) falls in love with the penniless writer (Ewan) but they can't be together because she has to be with the Duke. They sing to each other about their love that they can't bring to complete fruition, because she's spoken for. Just like Nicole couldn't be with Ewan, because she was spoken for by Tom. That's what I see in the chemistry between them, visible on their faces and in their teary bloodshoot eyes, when they sing "Come What May" at the end.

But that's just my theory.

Okay, enough on this topic. Back to strippers....

Going Upscale, Part 4 - Voyuerism

It was the last stop on my "Going Upscale" binge weekend and I was in full stripper saturation mode. I really didn't need or want anymore time at the tiprail, but I did want to check out one last club that someone had recommended to me. On another night, when I was less stripper saturated, I would have been focused on the awesome strippers and the stage or private dancers. Not that night though. I decided just to sit back and relax and take in the club scene. Sorry ladies, I wasn't spending money by that point. I was just there.

It was actually two clubs in one and I had to choose: full nude but BYOB, or topless with alcohol.

I wasn't drinking, so I chose full nude. It was hefty cover charge, but there was the promise of breakfast from 2 am to 6 am. Breakfast? 2 am? Would I still be there then?

I entered the club at about 11pm and was smacked in the face with a gonzo scene. Bright lights. Neon. Maximum sound. Girls dancing naked in cages. It was like the Xtreme Games version of a strip club. Gonzo. Customers wall to wall including standing room around the fringes. I'd never seen anything like it. Honestly, it wasn't for me. I usually cut my losses early when I've made the wrong choice, so I exited within two songs and wrote off the cover charge. I slid over to the other entrance to try the other half of the club.

Now this was my style. Upscale. Elegant. Tasteful. Probably expensive, but that's okay. I won't be spending much.

Another choice: upstairs in the VIP area, or downstairs. The attractive couple ahead of me in line that were already groping each other chose upstairs. I chose down. And I entered the scene.

Entering the club area was like entering the Roman Colliseum. The main room was two stories tall, bordered by elaborate Roman columns. Plush seating filled the main downstairs area surrounding three stages. A large elevated main stage and two piano shaped satellite stages. The upstairs was essentially a U-shaped balcony, supported by the columns, that overlooked the stages and had a stage of their own. Two long staircases descended from the back of the balcony on each side down to the back of the main stage.

I settled in to a seat in the middle of the downstairs seating area, triangulated between the main stage and the satellites with a panoramic view of the whole club, depending on how I swiveled my seat. I settled in to voyeur mode and decided just to soak in the club scene for a couple of hours. I had one cola all night and no private dancers. I think I tipped 3 dancers total all evening. (Sorry ladies - I was just saturated). And I watched the following 5 scenes play out:

1. Bubbly Blonde: a nubile young waif - platinum blonde, tan, gorgeous, with designer jeans and a short cleavage bearing top. Kind of a younger, prettier Tara Reid look. She was at the table next to me with 3 guys. I noticed her right away when she stood up and gave a Woo-hoo kind of a cheer that strippers usually give each other to keep going through the night. A little unusual for a pretty civlian girl, but sexy. She's got spirit, I thought.

2. Two strippers hitting on two college type guys next to me.

3. A couples party a few tables over with about 4 couples, all of the women very pretty.

4. Blonde twins with their hubbies/boyfriends.

5. The attractive couple that had gone upstairs.

All night long I had a rotating voyeur show with one or all of those groups.

Bubbly Blonde was the show of all shows. I was intrigued by her table mates: preppy guy (her date?), nerdy guy, and old guy. But she was the show. Her, and the stripper that was milking that table for all it was worth. Dancer got passed around between the 4 of them, song after song. Mostly, she was with BB, who was enjoying the attention. Literally in the chair right next to me was a full on girl-on-girl show for a while. Dancer sat on BB's lab for a while, snuggling and cuddling and laughing. Then she got up and gave her a couple of very raunchy lapdances - including grinding herself on BB's knee while they were deeply locked in some very hot French kisses. Very Hot! Boners all around.

The couples party started very high energy with the couples sitting together and drinking heavily. Everyone, girls included were ogling the dancers. Not much tipping, just partying. Eventually, it segregated - and got more interesting - when all of the girls sat together, for a while all in one seat.

Soon the two college guys bought dances in side by side seats from the two hot brunette strippers that were sitting with them for a while. That turned into rolling double dances as the strippers played with each other as they writhed on top of the guys. Very Hot!

The blonde twins were tippers - and they would go up one at a time to the main stage. One in particular was shy/sexy as she would drag her boyfriend up with her. Boyfriend would stand behind her with his arms around her while the stage stripper made a sandwich out of her. Each time the blonde would blush and act shy. Cute!

The attractive couple upstairs sat facing each other, legs entertwined, at their table along the balcony rail. They never moved. As the night progressed, they got closer and closer until they were making out at their table. Then she crawled over on his lap and gave him some discreet lapdances as they made out more. Then they disappeared.

Bubbly blonde, was still the main show. After getting some more hot dances, including a standing butt-grabbing dance, she and Dancer went off down the hall to the bathroom together. They were gone for quite a while. What was going on in there? My imagination when into full fantasy mode. Eventually, they came back and it was on with the show. Back and forth BB shared Dancer with preppy guy. Dancer on BB's lap wiht preppy guy playing with Dancer's ass, and vice versa. Then nerdy guy got in on it and kept throwing out 20's to keep it going. Then old guy was throwing in 20's for Dancer and BB to keep at it. And Dancer and Bubbly Blonde were certainly enjoying each other. It looked personal and real. And very hot.

Eventually Dancer had to go onstage. BB followed and, with some more Woo-hoo's, went up to tip her. Very Hot!

BB went back to the table and sat down while Dancer moved on. Then, strangely, all of the guys including preppy guy got up to say extended goodbyes to BB and leave. That left Bubbly Blonde sitting by herself right next to me. What? Preppy guy wasn't her date? What did I miss?

Two songs later Dancer came back around, stood BB up and hugged her, and took her by the hand out throuh an employee only door next to the bar.

Oh. Now I get it. How did I miss it? BB wasn't the prettiest civilian girl I had ever seen in a club by herself. Oh no. She was a dancer, too. She had probably worked the day shift and was waiting for her friend / lover? to get off to. And they played the guys at the table for a lot of 20's in the process. Clever, really. It's probably been done before. I didn't mind, of course. They weren't my 20's. And I had a really great and hot girl-on-girl show right next to me.

Now it was my turn to exit and I looked at my watch. 5 minutes until 2 am. Guess what I did?

Back to the other club, where my handstamp got me back in, for the breakfast buffet. Strippers and scrambled eggs, oh my.

And I was out, to conclude my upscale weekend.

Thank you ladies - and fellow customers - for a great weekend.

Passion on my Mind

Does she know....that I love to be with her?

To gaze at her?

To feel her delicious weight on me, to smell her intoxicating scent, to rest my fingertips lightly on her hips.

To shelter in enveloping embrace of her silky hair on my face?

To nuzzle my lips ever so slightly in the hollow of her neck?

To feel her hot moist breath on my ear?

Does she know....that the thought of her brings a flush to my cheek and an urgent needy hardened steel bulge to my jeans? Unseen to the crowd around me - but all consuming to me?

Does she know?

Marked

We dispensed with the routine, Dancer and I. We went straight for the headspace.

It had been a while since we were together and we were physically hungry for the dance. She as much as I.

"Let's talk you off of the schedule", I offered, and we departed for a 1/2 hour in the VIP. Alone. In private. And horny.

An extended lapdance, in it's most literal sense. Our laps locked together in a slow, intense, over-the-zipper contact. Fucking, but not.

Embrace. Stroking, fingertips only. Breathing, mine heavy - hers shallow and ragged.

"God, I am so wet. You're pants are going to be one giant puddle!", she said - frustrated - as I paused to adjust.

"Oh...that's better", she said. And we resumed. Me nuzzling her ner neck as her silky hair enveloped me. Contact. Slow, sensual, intense contact. Private pleasure. And it's working for dancer.

"You're the only one that I feel safe enough or horny enough to do this with", Dancer whispers in my ear. And I allow her to feel safe. To have time for her. Rocking. Connected. Fucking, but not.

Dancer is distracted. The VIP is private, but not private enough and anyone might walk in. She's almost there, but not quite, and we pause.

"God, I just want to fuck you. I want to rip your clothes off and fuck the shit out of you. I am so goddamned horny, I just want to fuck right here, right now. Fuck!"

"We're not in a hurry, baby", I tell Dancer. "Make it good for you". I scoot down on the couch a little so that we're more laying out. I pull her against me, into an embrace, and I hold her as we resume. Holding her to me, holding her head in both of my hands on my shoulder, tenderly, as we resume. Rocking. Contact, perfect pleasing contact. Fucking, but not.

Her hot breath against my ear. My purring against hers. Deep ragged breathing. She's almost there.

"One more song", interrupts the bouncer as he sticks his head in the VIP.

"Damn", says dancer - and the mood is interrupted. We embrace again and ride out that last song.

"I am so horny", Dancer says as I pay and we embrace to part. "What am I going to do about that?"

"Hey, look at me. I can point North", I say to lighten the mood, with my arousal still evident through the front of my slacks.

My wet slacks.

My very wet slacks.

My very wet, shiny silvery glazed slacks.

Marked.


Thank you, baby. You are very special to me.