3 naked ladies talk about their view from the stages and laps of the 70′s, 80′s, 90′s and today.
For as a long as there’s been music, women have danced for the entertainment and titillation of men. Scheherazade. Minsky’s Burlesque. Cage dancing go-go girls in the psychedelic 60′s. Times Square strippers, pole dancers and lap dancers. Women dance….Men watch.
This entry was originally written and posted on November 18, 2009 at 9:00 am on the now defunct dirtygirldiaries.com
This week, former New York City madam LZ Hansen sits in with the Naked Ladies….
Lauri Shaw: Some of my “regulars” were kind of irregular. I had this retired cop, told me that he’d lost his stomach for law enforcement after he’d killed a man. Looking in my eyes all intense and unblinking when he said it. For all I know, he made it up — he was always trying to get me to “open up” to him in return. He also did the whole “I’ll take you away from all this” rundown.
Jodi Sh. Doff: At the Lollipop we had this heavy drinking, heavy drugging black plainclothes cop who’d take me and my bff Patty to the back room. He liked us to play with his real live, loaded gun and ladies, I don’t know my ass from a safety. He’d rub it on us or watch us “stroke” it while he stroked himself. It’s a wonder no one got shot.
LS: No shit! Did your bouncers / managers know?
JshD: You could get away with anything there. One night, one of the “boys” shot the jukebox. He said it made a threatening move!
LZ Hansen: I had this guy who’d come to the whore house to see me three times a day, always wearing the same dirty Yankee jacket. He didn’t have a lot of money but he blew it all on me. He’d hang out for hours talking or fetching us snacks. He was a nice guy and we took advantage of that. Turned out he was living in his car! It’s sad, he deserved better. I think we were his only friends. But, I made $50,00 alone in a year from him.
JshD: Oh, yeah, for me that would have been Bubbles. We called him Bubbles even to his face. It was very emasculating, I imagine. Bubbles was every girl’s dinner date — he never tried anything and we all took advantage. Looking back, he was just a sweet guy with no social skills. But I could always count on a free dinner with Bubbles. If I needed to make my drink quota, he’d buy even when he didn’t want to drink with me.
LZH: Bubbles…poor man. But those are the types who attach themselves to us, they want to be part of our lives. And we want their money.
JshD: Look, we all know, there’s Us, and then there’s Them. David worked at theracetrack, claimed he was doping horses and thought that made him “down”.Civilians who tried to be part of the crowd, I hated them. I’d take everything I could and teach them a lesson. Very long story short – David thought we’d get married–I could barely kiss him without retching. By the end of the scam, he’d lost his license in NY and Jersey. I didn’t get as much cash as I’d wanted, but I made my point. He never came back.
LS: BDSM Guy had been clean & sober for 20 years until he met me. He lived for power games and kept trying to up the ante– “I’m gonna be your master, I’ll make you fuck me one day, blah, blah… ” I refused to be around him unless he got me high. He was a regular at Dangerous Curves so I didn’t see him after I quit. But a year later, I walk out of the Carousel Club one freezing winter night and find BDSM Guy lurking next to my car. I started yelling and when he looked up, he had blow caked all over his mustache. I may have been responsible for his relapse…
LZH: Did the dancers worry about stalkers?
LS: Thankfully, it didn’t happen as much as you’d expect.
LZH: One of my weirdest was this handsome young man who confessed he was in love with his sister. Afterwards, he asked if he could tell me something. I thought,haven’t you said enough? He said he’d been having sex with his sister and wanted to marry her, but she was engaged and wanted nothing to do with him any more. Then he said “And you look so much like her,” and begged me to date him outside of work.
JshD: That’s a little creepy. You never know how much is in their head and how much is real. Whether you’re saving someone else by indulging their fantasies or stoking the fires of their insanity.
LZH: I know. We all know how some clients lie. But I believed this guy, he was so broken up over his sister. He thought that I’d jump at the chance to date him. He came to see me every month, always begging me to date him, saying I looked like her! If he’d had money I could have hustled him, but he was broke.
LS: At least he wasn’t dangerous, right? I had this guy get obsessed with me after I’d danced for him once at the Harmony. Afterwards, I’d see him around the East Village following me down the street staring at me, looking haunted, while I was walking with my boyfriend. He acted like a jilted lover. He was scary.
LZH: Thinking about sick clients reminds me of Dr. B. (You know who you are.) We met in a massage joint opposite Carnegie Hall in 1987. He’d book 8 hrs to sit & stare at me. We had sex, but really quick. He made me an offer I couldn’t refuse–he’d support me & my $300/day heroin/coke habit (that eventually went up to $1000/day). He put me up in the Chelsea Hotel and was my ’sugar daddy’.
He gave me everything — a house, car, a business. I never understood what he really wanted with me, but he was a doctor, an OB GYN!- a junkies dream. I stopped sleeping with him & made him sleep on the couch. Then I moved my real boyfriend, who I’d actually just married, into our house. Dr. B almost lost his license after giving me a years worth of Hydrocodone scripts.
Finally, after four years, I fled with my new husband, my cat, and the clothes on my back.
