Seventies pub strippers

[Mike179906]

Wow thank you, I must make an effort to go and see her dance

Originally Posted by spooled

According to this article it's French Sylvie.

She's also mentioned in what looks like a long reminiscence about the London strip pub scene, not read it in full yet but it looks good.

[jlglamourpix]

In my teens I was a regular at the Lansdowne near Regents Park where they started having gogo dancers and quickly moved on to topless logo and then strippers. They were a varied group of girls and there were about ten or so regulars who alternated through the week. Some were young and beautiful and others a bit more well used.

One night there was a new girl who can't have been much older than 18 doing the topless gogo session. She was a stunner, dark haired and well proportioned, just my type in fact. She was begged to go all the way by the audience who, unusually for that pub, sent a glass round which looked to have about fifty quid in it (she was probably only paid £20 for dancing all night in those days). She seemed keen and asked the DJ if it was OK but he said no so she didn't. There was nearly a riot.

A few weeks later I saw her again at the Falcon at the top of Royal College St in Camden Town she had obviously decided stripping was more worthwhile and she did a gorgeous set finishing with making a babycham bottle all but disappear.

Then she appeared in a nice little set in Mayfair as it seems she had been widely recommended to them by punters. It must have been about 1975 ish. I wonder if I can find it?

[VicFlange]

Mayfair of that era is pretty well scanned and documented. It'll just take patience.

[Meini Again]

Originally Posted by spooled

She's also mentioned in what looks like a long reminiscence about the London strip pub scene, not read it in full yet but it looks good.

That is an excellent recollection and memoir, from a devoted follower of that scene over decades.
Plus lots of gossip about his fellow 'followers' and their links to "C-to-Z" Celebrities.... very funny at times.
It's a universe away from anything I ever imagined... never having been in a 'Strip Pub', nor actually knowing of such places~ before I joined VEF

It's an actually long read, but so crammed with knowledge of the business, a hundred or so performers he knew and spoke to over the decades.
It's a sociological thesis
As well as being witty, informative and supportive of the many women and the many reasons they explained why they were working these places.

Took me half an hour to read it...... I'd encourage you to do the same.

It is so good, I think I might print it out for my partner to read


EDIT:
No, that might be stupid....

[spooled]

One of the few strip pubs left was in the news recently, here's the pictures featuring dancers that accompanied the news articles.

[Cambo1962]

[QUOTEi remember the one in the middle no more about her though=mikeleverson;821259]From a listing mag of 1989, stuck near the back of my diary of pub strippers :



I saw pub stripteases by all of the three girls below, and wrote about their acts in my diary, but won't identify them further for gentlemanly reasons..except to say the girl on the right was my favourite and did some really entertaining shows.

[/QUOTE]

[tinyowen]

I have thoroughly enjoyed revisiting the posts on this specific feed especially those 'Stripper Diaries' from Mike Leverson (Veteran Member).

So it got me thinking during lock down back to my time in the early 80's when I started to go to Stag Shows at my local Working Mens Club to satisfy my teenage perversion nee curiosity about the naked female form.

Here is an example written solely from memory about my very first Stag Night from May 1983. If feedback is positive, I'll happily write more as I progressed from Stag Nights, to my one & only Blue Show (a life changing night), on to tours of London's East End Strip Pubs (how they have changed over the years) only to come full circle to my current artistic fix called Burlesque.



‘Gentlemen’ Ronnie the comedian announced ‘The time has come for the part of the show that I like to call the Erection Section. You haven’t come to see me but you have come to see our 2 lovely girl’s (in latter years a Father Ted joke would have come into my head) & here is the first of them. Let’s hear it as she comes to the stage the beautiful & curvaceous… Barbarellaaaa.

The whooping & clapping of about 80 men raised the atmosphere as Ronnie pressed the Play button on his tape deck & after a few seconds some 70’s pop music blared out a brunette lady stepped onto the stage, dressed in not a lot. Sheer black hold up stockings, bare feet, black bra & panties &… a grass skirt.
 
Barbarella prowled around the stage, clearly in charge & looking for prey out in the darkness. As she stepped down off the stage, she lifted the chair down & dragged it to the centre of the dance floor.

Funny how I can remember all of the above in such detail & sadly not Barbarella’s routine but she could clearly dance… & tease. There might not have been much clothing to remove but she certainly knew how to keep the audience’s attention as each curvaceous inch was slowly revealed as she stepped into & back out of the audience.

Then ofcourse it happened. Barbarella spotted the ‘3 virgins table’ that I was sitting at having just thrown her bra to the back of the stage. She turned & approached very slowly, cupping her breasts with her hands as if to hide them before using her bare foot to push my knee’s apart. As she slowly placed her foot on her crotch, Barbarella’s eyes widened as she felt my erection within my jeans. She turned on the spot & reversed & lowered her curvy bottom onto it before reaching around for my hands & bringing them up onto her breasts. So that’s what they feel like…

After what seemed like forever but was probably only about 20 seconds, Barbarella extricated my hands from her bare bosom before then turning round to sit on my thigh. She reached up to hold my head & then gave me a big lipsticky kiss on the cheek, my badge of honour for the rest of the evening.

Barbarella rose from my lap & walked slowly back towards the stage to lift the chair back onto the stage where she proceeded to bend over from the waist before slowly lowering her thong over her bottom, down her thighs, past her knees & ankles before stepping out of it. She picked them up & turned around using her hand & her thong to cover her vulva. As she sat down on the chair, there was the ultimate game of cat & mouse as she closed & opened her legs to all parts of the audience teasing them but not quite revealing what had to show them.

Then as the last song on the cassette began to fade, she stepped up from the chair, threw her thong to the back of the stage & revealed her hairy nirvana. Ronnie stepped up from the dressing room as Barbarella took her bow, picked up her discarded clothes & stepped back into the dressing room.

[tinyowen]

I think from memory that the lady's name was Beverley Downie in Mayfair vol 15 issue 8. on the cover it says 'Beverley: the featherless bird from The Falcon'

[tinyowen]

Thank you to those of you who showed interest in my last post so I'm going to post 3 more for now. I'll keep them as separate posts (on girl on each) so that it doesn't look to wordy. I'll post the 'finale' once I've recalled it in more detail from the old memory back. Anyway in the meantime please enjoy Kimberly...

I puffed out my cheeks in semi relief as Ronnie, calmed the crow down again with a few more blue jokes. Ofcourse by now I spotted the signal, step back on stage then a girl will soon follow.

‘Gentlemen’ said Ronnie ‘Our next girl comes with a warning. She just been charged by the police for GBH… gobbling behind hedges… so keep that applause going & welcome the lovely… Kimberley !!’ Click went the finger on the other cassette player & we anticipated…

Wow… Kimberley took to the stage in high heels, black fishnet stockings & suspender belt, purple basque with matching bra & panties & a glittery purple bowler hat. That statuesque figure that had said ‘Hi’ to me at the bar earlier was now clearly on display & I couldn’t wait to see all of it.

Kimberley too worked her audience well, teasing them as each member eagerly helped her with each item of clothing that she invited them to help her take off. She came to the Virgins Table ofcourse & offered a stockinged leg to one of my friends as he expertly unfastened the clips before rolling the fishnet down Kimberley’s leg. Interestingly, I can vividly remember the song playing at this time was that slow sexy song ‘Bodytalk’ by Imagination. I always think of Kimberly to this day when I hear it.
 
With her stockings, suspender belt & basque discarded, Kimberly then took off her glittery bowler hat & placed it in front of her well filled bra before reaching behind to unfasten the clasp & letting the it fall to the floor. She stepped back down from the stage & into the audience once again cupping one breast with one hand & using the hat to hide the other. She then preceded to sit on a number of different knees offering her hat concealed breast to her victim who was more than willing to suck upon the erect teat beneath. Ofcourse she swapped the hat over at various times so that both breast got equal attention.

Kimberly returned to the stage & disposed of her sparkly bowler hat like Oddjob did in Goldfinger. She stood with her back to us in all of her taut, statuesque glory however, there was still one item of clothing to go. Having then placed her hands on her hips, Kimberley gyrated on the spot to stir the pot really slowly & sexily before repeating the trick in the opposite direction. Kimberly had so much control in her movement that she just had her audience in the palm of her hand as she bumped & grinded one way & then the other.

Finally Kimberley turned into the spotlight at the front of the stage & hitched a finger & thumb into the waist band of her panties & just when we though she was going to pull them down… click & the waistband released from both sides before she slowly pulled the material through her legs to reveal a neat but none the less hairy mound.

Timing was everything ofcourse & the big reveal was at the crescendo of the last song on the tape. Kimberly held her panties up like the greatest prize & took her bow as Ronnie returned to the stage to close the first half of the show. As he replaced his microphone back into it’s stand, I blew my cheeks out once again & looked at my friends. To be continued...

[tinyowen]

I looked at my watch & it said 9.45pm – Wow, that was the fastest hour of my life. One of my friends got another round in & we sat down & awaiting the second half of the show… well in the end, it turned out to be the 2nd third of the show. As it turned out, there was much more to come…

Barbarella came to the bar this time in her silk dressing gown again. She was certainly no Diva & took her place in the queue like everyone else & waiting her turn to be served. As she walked across the dressing room to the dressing room door again, all eyes were undoubtedly on her once again.

On the dot of 10pm, Ronnie returned to the stage & picked up the microphone again to restart the show. He proceeded to explain how the rest of the show would pan out i.e. the girls would do one more spot each before the final break, then the girls would come out to do a collection & depending on how generous we were, they would do a final spot together before the bar closed.

Ronnie, then proceeded with a few more jokes & ridiculing those that were going to the gents whilst he was on. I was learning fast. Never move when the comedian is on… unless you want to get picked on ofcourse, which I didn’t.

Here we go again as Ronnie returned to the strange to press that magical cassette play button to make Barbarella reappear before us once again. This time dressed all in white &… carrying a small bag with her that she placed carefully at the edge of the stage as stepped down to meet her audience once again. What could it be, I wondered ? I was soon to find out…

Barbarella’s white silk negligée soon revealed the sweet meats beneath but once again, she was in charge. With the negligee slowly & sexily removed, she began to circulate within the audience once again but this time kisses & caresses were all that was on offer. Barbarella was the start attraction & she was in the spotlight to show why. As she teased off her stockings, suspender belt & half cupped bra (which she unfastened from the front – I said that it was a night of firsts), she bent over to pick up her small bag & produced a bottle of Johnson’s Baby Lotion.

Barbarella held the bottle up before us like an item of sacrifice. As she lowered it, she stepped down from the stage once again &… headed for the Virgin’s table. She stepped inside of me (I had my handful earlier remember) & ground down on my friends lap before addressing the 3 of us directly. ‘Have you every touched a woman down below before ?’ Barbarella asked in a very matter of fact way. ‘Ofcourse’ we replied (whether that be true for all 3 of us I don’t know).

‘Hold out your hands’ she ordered as she then squirted some of the creamy liquid into our palms. Before guiding then onto her body. My friend whom she was sitting on was in pole position (literally) to go below the elastic waistband of Barbarella’s panties. As his 2 wingmen worked away on Barbarella’s slightly saggy breasts, my friend’s hand went down below. ‘Don’t worry’, she said to him ‘I’ll tell you if you need to stop’.

Well I can tell you that time must have stood still for about a minute as Barbarella gyrated her body against our hands as we rubbed the creamy fluid into her skin. ‘Thank you boys’ Barbarella announced as we all took that as an instruction to withdraw our massaging services.

She stood back up to return to the stage spotlight to once again lower her sodden lotion soaked panties to the floor. Sitting on the chair, she opened her legs as she rubbed her hairy vulva before simulating a climax by rubbing her clitoris once again at the last cassette track began to fade. Barbarella took her well earned bow at Ronnie stepped back onto the stage.