Explicitness On Stage

We had an all dancer meeting today in the peep show. We went through some of the obvious business stuff like finances and scheduling issues and dancer conflicts. The most interesting conversation of the day, though, revolved around the explicitness of our stage show.

Where I work, there is a main stage where three to five dancers perform at a time. There is also a "Private Pleasures" booth where a solo girl can give more "explicit" shows to one (or two, if they're a couple) customer at a time. These can involve masturbation or dildos or dirty talk. The customers get to direct the action, and it's a way for a single girl to be more directly involved in a customer's fantasy.

Of course, the existence of this booth means that we need to keep things slightly less "explicit" on the stage show. If we're sitting there with our legs spread and talking dirty to the customers in the one-dollar stage show, why would they pay twenty dollars to go into Private Pleasures?

The problem becomes how we define explicitness. My job is a very cooperative place; all the dancers reinforce the rules for each other and we govern our dancing together. Which means that when we try to define "explicitness" it becomes a long and involved discussion.

It's been hard, as a new girl, to figure out exactly what I should be doing on the main stage. Some of the girls who have been there longer stand there with their feet up on the window, pussy wide open for the customer to practically breathe on through the glass. Other girls barely ever show cunt at all. Some will flash it standing by the mirrors at the back of the room, so you know, it's not like he can see it all that well. During my whole career as a dancer, I've tried to pick up tricks from other girls and learn by example. It's been a little tricky in the peep show.

Seems like the bottom line is "don't show too much pussy."

I like, though, to play the tease. Shocking, right, a stripper who's a tease? It's one of my favorite parts of the job. To get someone so involved in what I'm doing, to watch them be full of desire because I'm not quite giving them what they want. In the peep show I can do it safely, too, because it's not like they can try to grab me through the glass.

So I can play coy with my cunt. In the end it doesn't put me out at all. Once I'm trained for Private Pleasures, I can collect on some of the desire I'm denying. I'm definitely looking forward to playing a more active role in getting my customers off.

1 comments:

oculustigris said...

Cooperative governance/decision making is always a balancing act. Especially if the process is by consensus. I've had the pleasure of spending 3(!) years in cooperative student housing, and though I am over it I still see its value.

The sex industry is one of the places where worker-owned cooperatives seemed obvious. I was happy to hear they existed. I remember reading through their history and being pleasantly surprised by how much overlap in trials and tribulations there were between their peep show and my little housing coop.

In my head, I can see exactly how that conversation played out, except instead of discussing how much meat to order and whether it should be free range, it was about how much pussy to show.

On living, loving, learning, and fucking with the materials I've got at hand.

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