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THE LAP DANCER

It was the spring of 1979 and love was in the air. I dropped by the old IVAR Theater in Hollywood to see who might be dancing one evening after work. It was the only bottomless club in the area at the time with a full runway and stage lights.
As I approached the ticket window, I was pleased to see a tenage babe standing at the window talking with the cashier. From the rear, I first noticed her cute round ass, smooth legs and painted toenails, as she stood tall in her bone-colored strapless Candies high-heel sandals and short cut-off Levis.
I love sexy shoes and began getting an erection just eyeing her slender ankles, shapely thighs and firm ass. When she turned around and smiled at me I was stunned. She was so and pretty, I assumed she was there to see a friend who might be dancing. I pegged her as about 16 years old. No way did I every suspect she was going to get out there on that stage.
She had a very round baby face, accented with ruby-red lipstick, minimal eye shadow and long ringlets freshly curled into her long brown hair.
“Hi there,” she raised her eyebrows, greeting me with a friendly, alluring manner unknown among the hardened strippers at IVAR. Most of them kept to themselves.
“Hello there,” I responded to the forward ten, thinking to myself, “this girl defines jail bait” and “if she only knew what kind of shows go on in there, she wouldn’t be so aggressive with the patrons.”
She was wearing a yellow crop-top t-shirt was large and loose fitting. I was standing so close I couldn’t see her full figure. Only when she stepped back a few paces did I realize she had a loose pair of large breasts swinging sloppily from her chest. My dick hardened as I realized she was a braless “titter” as we used to call them.

Annie

When she entered the Theater, my heart raced, but I was quite sure she couldn’t be a dancer and decided to wait outside to see her again when she came back out.
Then I heard a lot of applause and adulation from inside. I quickly entered the darkened Theater to find a crowd of forty men cheering as “Miss Annie-Fanny” was announced and the babe shuffled along the long runway topless in a baby-blue g-string and those sexy high-heels. I couldn’t get over how stacked she was and skinny at the same time.
Using both hands, she pulled her sloppy large breast straight up to her lips - her head dipped, but her back straight and she sucked, seductively on her own nipple. I could see there was something very nasty about this girl as she manhandled her breasts for her audience.
Then she performed something I had never seen before. Teasing and smiling at the men, she sucked very hard on her nipple, and then clenching the erect nipple in her teeth - she held her nipple in her teeth . . . proudly displaying deep stretch marks on the milky white undersides of her boob. It was a firm bite into her big nipple, the way a cat carries her kittens. Yet, she delighted in dropping each sloppy boob to let it splash on her slender ribcage as she dropped to one knee, rolling her shoulders in time to the music.
The men had their bills lined up on the runway as gave each a personalized performance, leaning way over the edge of the runway to swing her sloppy udders in their eager faces. This girl had sloppy hangers and obviously enjoyed being rough with them for her appreciative fans.
I spotted a seat open right next to the runway and climbed over a few fells to get my personal show. By the time she got to me, I had my jeans unzipped and my cock standing at attention. I didn’t give a shit what the other guys thought, I was going to make an impression on this honey to show her how much I like her show.
She grinned when she saw my cock and leaned way over the stage dangling her soft sloppy hangers. She wasn’t allowed to let me touch, but shook them hard enough to fan my face with a gentle breeze from her perfumed bosoms. I was in lust!
She obviously loved abusing herself as she spanked her own ass and hung her sagging udders over the edge of the runway - wagging her tits in my face.
Without hesitation or restraint, I simply popped my cork right there in my seat, the hot white jizz spurting out onto my jeans and all over my hand. She seemed to approve and smiled as she saw my reaction to her sexy dancing. Then she moved onto the next row of seats and proceeded to tease and tantalize the next group of men.
I went home and jerked off a couple more times just thinking about Annie.

The next evening I left a little earlier to catch her show. As I walked towards the theater, I was accosted with a “hey you, come here.”
Annie sat curbside in an old sedan with the door wide open and her bare legs crossed as they stretched out to the sidewalk. Her toenails were freshly painted red, accentuated by some black spaghetti strap high-heeled sandals.
“What is it?” I asked, thinking that she either wanted to share a joint with me or give me a blowjob. “Be sure to sit in the front row again,” she smiled. “Sit up really close, okay?” She made me promise.
“Okay,” I said, blushing a little that the stripper had taken a liking to me. Or so I thought.
I noticed her black skirt was very short, revealing her slender thighs. Then my heart skipped a beat as I realized her top was very see-through and I could see her nipples. It looked skin-tight, like a black silk stocking only it had a funny white bow tie painted on top.
“Help me up,” she asked as she began to climb out of the old car. She was grinning from ear to ear as she saw the look on my face when she stood up revealing that her top was not silk at all, it was black body paint smeared on her upper torso designed to look like a tuxedo top.
“You got a light?” she asked as she pulled out a cigarette, standing completely topless under the bright canopy lights. With cigarette in hand, she bounced over the ticket window to show the cashier window, her boobs bobbing freely. She obviously delighted in strutting about as her tits bounced and swayed naturally in full view under the thin veil of the body paint.
When she saw some men coming towards us, she made a point of walking towards them, letting her breasts bounce about making sure they could see her tits. It was like an illusion at first. It appeared to be a see-through top; only it was her bare tits just hanging out there for the whole world to enjoy. And no one was enjoying it more than Annie who was grinning from ear to ear.
When they called her into the theater for her next performance, I quickly purchased a ticket and headed for a runway seat. I was just in time to watch Annie come bouncing down the isle to the stage door, just letting her boobs bounce and flop like crazy.
This time she came out with her hands on her head, shaking her tits from side to side as she shuffled about to the crappy music. She wasted no time in sucking her nipples and squeezing her own tits like they were spoiled fruit she was looking to destroy. Before the end of the first song she had her G-string to her knees and she was showing off her firm buns as she sucked her own nipples with a vengeance and clenched her poor teats in her teeth only to let them drop mercilessly. It was obvious the men were impressed, if not stunned by the way she abused her big tenage boobs.
“Show some pink!!” I encouraged her. “Show some pink!”
Annie aimed to please and sat down right in front of me as I stroked my dick openly. I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought or if I got kicked out. Annie was digging my exposé and she was putting’ on quite a show herself as she parted her legs, grabbed her ankles and reared back and pushed her gash off the edge of the runway to give me an inside look at her pretty pink gash.
I was so close; I could smell her pussy as she pumped pushed her Moist cunt right in my face. “Bingo!” I blew my load again, all over my jeans and it felt so good. I wanted to fuck her right there in front of everyone. She was hot and I was so turned on. It was like living in an erotic fantasy.
For the next two weeks, I thought of Annie every waking moment. I wondered if she really liked me, or if that was just my delusions of grandeur. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, I headed over to Hollywood and checked in at the Invar Theater.
“Is Annie dancing”? I asked the scraggly old woman at the window. She simply nodded and took my money.
When I entered the theater, I found only a handful of men who were peering up Annie’s ass as she crouched backwards with her tits on the runway and her ass in the air as she held open her cheeks with both hands. Her hair was stringy dirty and she had no compunction about showing pink tonight, as she spun around and pulled a deep “hole” show as she peeled open her cunt and pumped her ass in their stone faces.
I was turned on by her animal instincts. Her reckless romping as she moved about on stage. Then she stood up and thrust out her chest. My stomach did flip flops when I saw her sloppy big tits thrashing back and forth. They were raw and reddened from serious abuse. I could see rope burns, bruises and what looked like cigarette burns on her poor pummeled paps. She held back her shoulders and rapidly tossed her titties back and forth without mercy or emotion. She then leaned forward and began to mop the stage floor with her sloppy breasts, jerking her shoulders to deliberately slam her tits on the runway. I felt sick as I watched my fancy dancer abuse her once beautiful breasts in front of an unresponsive audience.
That was the last time I saw Annie dance. About a year later I found photos of her in a number of Curtis Dupont catfight magazines where she had her tits rope tied and abused six ways from Sunday. I found her performing vicious boob battles where she deliberately mutilated her boobs for kinky entertainment. I then realized that she was probably performing in SM films when I last watched her dance. She was a girl with a will to push herself to new limits of pain, performance and exhibitionism.
I don’t know where she is today, but I want Annie to know, she made a lot of boys happy.

To Louise Leeds

THE LAP DANCER
It was the spring of 1979 and love was in the air. I dropped by the old IVAR Theater in Hollywood to see who might be dancing one evening after work. It was the only bottomless club in the area at the time with a full runway and stage lights. As I approached the ticket window, I was pleased to see a tenage babe standing at the window talking with the cashier. From the rear, I first noticed her cute round ass, smooth legs and painted toenails, as she stood tall in her bone-colored strapless Candies high-heel sandals and short cut-off Levis. I love sexy shoes and began getting an erection just eyeing her slender ankles, shapely thighs and firm ass. When she turned around and smiled at me I was stunned. She was so and pretty, I assumed she was there to see a friend who might be dancing. I pegged her as about 16 years old. No way did I every suspect she was going to get out there on that stage. She had a very round baby face, accented with ruby-red lipstick, minimal eye shadow and long ringlets freshly curled into her long brown hair. “Hi there,” she raised her eyebrows, greeting me with a friendly, alluring manner unknown among the hardened strippers at IVAR. Most of them kept to themselves. “Hello there,” I responded to the forward ten, thinking to myself, “this girl defines jail bait” and “if she only knew what kind of shows go on in there, she wouldn’t be so aggressive with the patrons.” She was wearing a yellow crop-top t-shirt was large and loose fitting. I was standing so close I couldn’t see her full figure. Only when she stepped back a few paces did I realize she had a loose pair of large breasts swinging sloppily from her chest. My dick hardened as I realized she was a braless “titter” as we used to call them.
*Annie*	When she entered the Theater, my heart raced, but I was quite sure she couldn’t be a dancer and decided to wait outside to see her again when she came back out. Then I heard a lot of applause and adulation from inside. I quickly entered the darkened Theater to find a crowd of forty men cheering as “Miss Annie-Fanny” was announced and the babe shuffled along the long runway topless in a baby-blue g-string and those sexy high-heels. I couldn’t get over how stacked she was and skinny at the same time. Using both hands, she pulled her sloppy large breast straight up to her lips - her head dipped, but her back straight and she sucked, seductively on her own nipple. I could see there was something very nasty about this girl as she manhandled her breasts for her audience. Then she performed something I had never seen before. Teasing and smiling at the men, she sucked very hard on her nipple, and then clenching the erect nipple in her teeth - she held her nipple in her teeth . . . proudly displaying deep stretch marks on the milky white undersides of her boob. It was a firm bite into her big nipple, the way a cat carries her kittens. Yet, she delighted in dropping each sloppy boob to let it splash on her slender ribcage as she dropped to one knee, rolling her shoulders in time to the music. The men had their bills lined up on the runway as gave each a personalized performance, leaning way over the edge of the runway to swing her sloppy udders in their eager faces. This girl had sloppy hangers and obviously enjoyed being rough with them for her appreciative fans. I spotted a seat open right next to the runway and climbed over a few fells to get my personal show. By the time she got to me, I had my jeans unzipped and my cock standing at attention. I didn’t give a shit what the other guys thought, I was going to make an impression on this honey to show her how much I like her show. She grinned when she saw my cock and leaned way over the stage dangling her soft sloppy hangers. She wasn’t allowed to let me touch, but shook them hard enough to fan my face with a gentle breeze from her perfumed bosoms. I was in lust! She obviously loved abusing herself as she spanked her own ass and hung her sagging udders over the edge of the runway - wagging her tits in my face. Without hesitation or restraint, I simply popped my cork right there in my seat, the hot white jizz spurting out onto my jeans and all over my hand. She seemed to approve and smiled as she saw my reaction to her sexy dancing. Then she moved onto the next row of seats and proceeded to tease and tantalize the next group of men. I went home and jerked off a couple more times just thinking about Annie.
The next evening I left a little earlier to catch her show. As I walked towards the theater, I was accosted with a “hey you, come here.” Annie sat curbside in an old sedan with the door wide open and her bare legs crossed as they stretched out to the sidewalk. Her toenails were freshly painted red, accentuated by some black spaghetti strap high-heeled sandals. “What is it?” I asked, thinking that she either wanted to share a joint with me or give me a blowjob. “Be sure to sit in the front row again,” she smiled. “Sit up really close, okay?” She made me promise. “Okay,” I said, blushing a little that the stripper had taken a liking to me. Or so I thought. I noticed her black skirt was very short, revealing her slender thighs. Then my heart skipped a beat as I realized her top was very see-through and I could see her nipples. It looked skin-tight, like a black silk stocking only it had a funny white bow tie painted on top. “Help me up,” she asked as she began to climb out of the old car. She was grinning from ear to ear as she saw the look on my face when she stood up revealing that her top was not silk at all, it was black body paint smeared on her upper torso designed to look like a tuxedo top. “You got a light?” she asked as she pulled out a cigarette, standing completely topless under the bright canopy lights. With cigarette in hand, she bounced over the ticket window to show the cashier window, her boobs bobbing freely. She obviously delighted in strutting about as her tits bounced and swayed naturally in full view under the thin veil of the body paint. When she saw some men coming towards us, she made a point of walking towards them, letting her breasts bounce about making sure they could see her tits. It was like an illusion at first. It appeared to be a see-through top; only it was her bare tits just hanging out there for the whole world to enjoy. And no one was enjoying it more than Annie who was grinning from ear to ear. When they called her into the theater for her next performance, I quickly purchased a ticket and headed for a runway seat. I was just in time to watch Annie come bouncing down the isle to the stage door, just letting her boobs bounce and flop like crazy. This time she came out with her hands on her head, shaking her tits from side to side as she shuffled about to the crappy music. She wasted no time in sucking her nipples and squeezing her own tits like they were spoiled fruit she was looking to destroy. Before the end of the first song she had her G-string to her knees and she was showing off her firm buns as she sucked her own nipples with a vengeance and clenched her poor teats in her teeth only to let them drop mercilessly. It was obvious the men were impressed, if not stunned by the way she abused her big tenage boobs. “Show some pink!!” I encouraged her. “Show some pink!” Annie aimed to please and sat down right in front of me as I stroked my dick openly. I didn’t give a shit what anyone thought or if I got kicked out. Annie was digging my exposé and she was putting’ on quite a show herself as she parted her legs, grabbed her ankles and reared back and pushed her gash off the edge of the runway to give me an inside look at her pretty pink gash. I was so close; I could smell her pussy as she pumped pushed her Moist cunt right in my face. “Bingo!” I blew my load again, all over my jeans and it felt so good. I wanted to fuck her right there in front of everyone. She was hot and I was so turned on. It was like living in an erotic fantasy. For the next two weeks, I thought of Annie every waking moment. I wondered if she really liked me, or if that was just my delusions of grandeur. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, I headed over to Hollywood and checked in at the Invar Theater. “Is Annie dancing”? I asked the scraggly old woman at the window. She simply nodded and took my money. When I entered the theater, I found only a handful of men who were peering up Annie’s ass as she crouched backwards with her tits on the runway and her ass in the air as she held open her cheeks with both hands. Her hair was stringy dirty and she had no compunction about showing pink tonight, as she spun around and pulled a deep “hole” show as she peeled open her cunt and pumped her ass in their stone faces. I was turned on by her animal instincts. Her reckless romping as she moved about on stage. Then she stood up and thrust out her chest. My stomach did flip flops when I saw her sloppy big tits thrashing back and forth. They were raw and reddened from serious abuse. I could see rope burns, bruises and what looked like cigarette burns on her poor pummeled paps. She held back her shoulders and rapidly tossed her titties back and forth without mercy or emotion. She then leaned forward and began to mop the stage floor with her sloppy breasts, jerking her shoulders to deliberately slam her tits on the runway. I felt sick as I watched my fancy dancer abuse her once beautiful breasts in front of an unresponsive audience. That was the last time I saw Annie dance. About a year later I found photos of her in a number of Curtis Dupont catfight magazines where she had her tits rope tied and abused six ways from Sunday. I found her performing vicious boob battles where she deliberately mutilated her boobs for kinky entertainment. I then realized that she was probably performing in SM films when I last watched her dance. She was a girl with a will to push herself to new limits of pain, performance and exhibitionism. I don’t know where she is today, but I want Annie to know, she made a lot of boys happy.
To Louise Leeds