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Miss Creamy peaches certainly has a vintage wardrobe - look at the size of her bra and panties. The more that's hidden the more there is to tease off.

Classic striptease comes in so many different ways. You don't need to be wearing very much at all - there was a nude performer who mimed a strip and because the music was real traditional brassy stuff and because she was a born actress it was fantastic, though you don't want too many acts like that because the pleasure is in the tease and in the strip. Those who doubt it can be done without clothes ought to search for "unique soap striptease" and take a peek!

But lets go back to that dingy sleazy Soho club, furtively buy a ticket at the door and sidle down the rickety staircase into the gloom, hoping that there's no act under way because we want the full suspense. Good, the tired old curtains are firmly shut and - wonderful - there's two empty seats in the front row!

A bell rings and the speakers blare into life, bellowing out one of the old classics. The curtains creak open and there at the back of the stage is a tiny lady, tiny in her gorgeous gleaming cocoa coloured skin, in her buttercup yellow high heels and in her matching buttercup yellow coloured bra and panties. Like her, her undies are tiny, mostly string really. How can you spend eight minutes teasingly stripping out of those, we want big bras and knickers for maximum tease.

Hold on. Without hesitation, the lady, now beaming, walks to the front of the stage and drops to her knees right up close to the middle of the front row. Still on the stage, though barely, she starts to move her breasts from side to side, then squeezes them to make a wonderful cleavage. It must be good because she too is admiring it, looking down the gorge that has suddenly appeared. Yellow bra on cocoa skin, that cleavage is the darkest most mysterious place on earth right now and everybody is straining to look down it. Slowly, gently, sinuously, she rocks on her knees and offers just a flash of skin here, just a little bit there, millimetre by millimetre. The tension is building unbearably as she drops just one strap, then the other and then, just as the music builds to a climax, out pops the first jet black nipple, then the other, both so surprisingly big.

With a judder, this is a sleazy dive after all, the speakers pick up the next brassy golden oldie and the lady, topless by now, attends to the business of her panties. That's a misnomer, they're little more than a g-string. She seems to be having problems as she straightens up. Still on her knees, though, after close study, she puzzles out how the first side string might come down a little bit, oh yes, like that! Now a little bit more down her hip, before its time to slide onto her side to deal with the other string. She looks at it so closely then everyone else bends forward to do the same, then she smiles, problem solved, and swiftly slides it down. Her bush is as jet black as her nipples, then she sits down and opens her legs...

Two minutes of the act left as the now nude lady rolls over to make sure nobody misses out on her oh so round, oh so fantastically deep bare rear. All fours now, tits dangling and shaking, jet black nipples still as hard as when she started. And she's still right at the front of the stage, close to us. Why on earth do those curtains have to close just as she's on her back again, legs in the air?

If only every act was as good as this one they would have been sold out night after night! All she wore was those heels, that tiny, tiny bra and that tiny g-string. But if your undies are buttercup yellow and your skin gleams in its cocoa coloured splendour, who needs much in the way of clothes to start your own striptease tradition?

Of course, that was then (1980's) and this is now. The memory lasts...

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