| Anything
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Date: 11/23/2002 12:14am |
 Name: saxbeat |
| Subject: Mini-ZCon
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Man, just when you
think you are too cynical and jaded to enjoy clubs, or even ZCons,
anymore, you go and have a fantastic time.
The mini-ZCon tonight got off to a slow start. I arrived fashionably
late at 7:15, and was soon joined by Schleprock8. A few minutes
later, StraDawg arrived. We were sitting at the stage, watching
Stacy's friend Autumn (more on both later), give a very slow and
sexy performance, when I noticed a guy kind of watching us out of
the corner of his eye. He turned out to be QBG.
We all moved back off the stage, and up walks the mysterioso "OriginalZ,"
who turned out to be exactly as I'd guessed: Cowboy.
Eventually, we were joined by j/k, who was on Central Standard Time,
and arrived at 9 instead of 7. Rumor has it he had been standing
outside the club trying to ascertain whether all the pictured
dancers on the big, illuminated posters were actually on shift
tonight... 
The club was in fine form tonight, with almost no empty stage time
at all... Really fantastic compared to the last time I was there. In
fact, the best of any time I've ever visited Deja Vu. The DJ did a
good job of moving things along, and there was absolutely zero drink
hustle. I'd forgotten what a good club this can be when everything
clicks.
The dancers were prettier than I've seen at any club for a long
time, with a wide range of looks, types and ethnicities. Missing
from the picture, sadly, was a certain Feminist, who either didn't
show, or was scared off by the extreme -- well, let's be frank --
geekiness of our motley crüe. A refined, handsome, sophisticated,
reeking-of-money geekiness, to be sure, but geekiness all the same.
Many of the dancers I'd rate as 8 or better on my stingy scale,
though perhaps 2 of the 3 required ugly dancers were there too. (But
whattya know, even the dancers who didn't appeal to me gave it their
all on stage, earning my respect and admiration, if not my lust.)
What saved the evening for me (aside from hanging out with such a
fine and distinguished group of ZBoners... men who put the PL in
PuLitzer) was meeting the aforementioned Stacy, a person of such
fantastic vibe, kindness, warmth and utter, devastating sexiness,
that I was as close as I've ever been to running to the ATM and
draining it of every last bill, in the wretched hope of occupying
all her time for the evening. If I hadn't had other obligations to
attend to this evening, I'd still be at the club now...
Stacy is hella fun -- one of those dancers with a natural, unforced
presence that makes you totally relaxed while simultaneously winding
your mainspring like a precision watch.... after a few minutes
chatting with her, you are overcome with a feeling sort of like that
moment at the top of a double-diamond ski run, when you look down
over the precipice and anticipate hurtling down the trail...
OK, so maybe I'm full of hyperbole, but given that at least half our
group bought at least a couple of dances apiece from Stacy, I don't
think I'm too far off. I was wishing she would turn out to be
Feminist, but she was either playing coy, or Fem is someone else
entirely.
Well, at one point, Stacy asked, "Will you guys please go up to the
stage and support my friend Autumn?" How could we fail to oblige?
Autumn did a simmering set with the teensiest bit of sexy play with
Stacy at the stageside. She and Stacy were the yin and yang of the
evening... a contrast in light and dark, sultry slow and exciting
high energy... Did I hear the DJ say they do doubles in the booth?
Yowza!
There were several other hot dancers... Sharon, in particular, stood
out for her incredible stage presence, bolstered by some incisive
song choices that had my brain percolating. Kiara was very fun to
watch and oh so sweet when she offered a dance. Bianca (?) and
Brooklyn appeared on stage for the roll call, but I somehow missed
any stage sets they may have done. I could see, however, what it is
that makes them so popular here.
Unfortunately, as is so often the case lately, I had to leave rather
early, after just a couple of hours.
I'm looking forward to reports from the other attendees, who I hope
stayed later and continued having fun.
And Stacy, if you are Feminist (or even if you are not)
sax "a splendid time was had, at least by me" beat
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| Anything
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Date: 11/24/2002 12:57pm |
Name: qbg |
| Subject: My debut at
DVNH and the mini-Zcon |
Highlights and
lowlights.
Highlight No. 1 was the high lighting. This is one of the few nude
clubs in L.A. County in which the girls actually take their clothes
off in the light. Why is this concept so difficult for other clubs
to get the hang of? If I want to see girls take off their clothes in
the dark, I'll just stay home, turn out the lights, use my
imagination, and splooge for free.
Highlight No. 2 was the quality of the girls doing the disrobing,
and I don't think that was just because I could actually see them.
On the contrary, there was no dim refuge in which to hide
imperfections, and there weren't too many of the latter on display.
I'm with Sax: This was probably the best-looking set of girls I've
seen on stage in the last couple years.
Highlight No. 3 was meeting Sax, StraDawg, and the other Z-Boners.
(Sorry, guys, you really didn't expect to rank above the women, did
you? I know you'd worry about me if you did.) It's always a pleasure
to be able to associate names with handles, and what a pleasant
surprise that none of these guys looks quite the way I would have
imagined. I walked in around 8:15 (see below) and guessed
immediately who the Z-Boners were; as Saxbeat said, they were the
only guys who looked like they didn't belong together. (And I was
soon to make them look even more so.) Nevertheless, on the
off-chance I was wrong, I decided to spare myself the embarrassment
of introducing myself to people who didn't want to know me and kind
of hung off to the side for awhile. There was also the deceptive
device of their entertaining and/or being entertained by a dancer
who should've been Feminist but also didn't look like I would've
imagined and who actually turned out to be this chick named Stacy.
Anyway, more hand-shaking soon got under way and I figured that had
to be them; after all, how many strangers agree to a first meeting
in a strip club? (And no, I didn't get pointers ahead of time from
Saxbeat.)
Lowlight No. 1 of course was not meeting Feminist after all, and as
this topic has already been well addressed, and not wanting to dwell
on this and further discomfit someone whose posts I admire so much,
I will limit myself to a single sentence to the effect that she was
also a good part of the reason for my coming and I unfortunately
will probably be back not too soon in the evening because I've got a
small bevy of faves on this side of the mountains who have an
insatiable apetite for what I've got below my belt (again, my
wallet, natch) and to whom I feel a moral and oral obligation, and
also I don't feel too overly responsible for this passing of ships
in the night as, apart from the characteristic group behavioral
dynamics noted above, there was the fact that when the DJ (whom, I
must disagree with Saxbeat, I found somewhat irritating, but not
enough to be a lowlight) asked where the Z-Con was, I was one of
those who waved my arms around, and furthermore, I alone by myself
should have been easily recognizable as a Z-Boner because I have
"dweeb" written all over me, but okay, now we know that Feminist is
a blonde, which doesn't help my recall, because there were too many
blondes there, or rather, okay, there weren't too many, there were a
lot—the one with the tits and the white costume whom everyone seemed
to like whose name is right there on the tip of my tongue but I
can't spit it out because it's tangled up with another part of her
that I wish were there that I wouldn't want to spit out, and there
was the one who looked like Lisa Kudrow, and there was Sharon (see
below), and there was Chastity, who wasn't a blonde but had fucking
super nipples that I would like to have gotten tangled up on my
tongue with the blonde's name etc (but see below)—and okay, I
probably wouldn't have gotten dances with her, i.e., Feminist,
because you know I usually don't go for the big tits anyway,
although there are some notable exceptions among my favorites (e.g.,
Hailey at Platinum, Sammy at HT, and Tanya (see later this week),
all of whom are blondes, more or less), so I was really primarily
interested in her mind, as I imagine we all were, so it would've
been like meeting Saxbeat, except more fun and probably prettier.
Lowlight No. 2 was driving north on Coldwater Canyon a little after
8, looking for the club, and seeing the railroad crossing gate come
down and thinking, damn, I'm going to have to wait for a freight,
but I'm fascinated by trains, and ZOOM that fucking passenger number
shot through that grade crossing, leaving me to wonder, if my car
got stuck on the tracks, whether I could've gotten out of the way in
time, and whether, if I had a wife and kid, and my wife was driving,
whether I would've had the presence of mind to unbuckle us all at
the first sign of a stall; so my thoughts were running as the gates
lifted and I drove on into the night.
At some point in the far north, Coldwater Canyon and Laurel Canyon
blvds cross, as all meridians eventually must, and at that point I
began to feel winter coming on, and I remembered that Deja Vu was
supposed to be at Raymer, next to the railroad tracks. (It's also
supposed to be hard to miss, but that must have been written by
someone without a fascination for trains.)
Highlight No. 4 and Lowlight No. 3 was the dance I had with a girl
named Tabitha. I hadn't intended to buy dances, but she came and put
a move on me after the other guys had departed for the booths, so I
figured, I can cough up $20. This girl is built on a generous frame
and has chosen a butch cut but has a very sexy midweight,
C-cup-or-close body and a sweet face (Sax, this was the one you
described to me in German, or was it Yiddish). She turned out to
have a (very) slow, sensuous lap style that I enjoyed enough to
extend the 2-for-1 into a follow-up. However, she felt the need at
one point to say "Tut tut," whereupon I apologized for crossing her
line, at which point she said it wasn't what she wanted but what the
club wanted, which led me to think, WHAT?! There's a sign in the
dressing room that says "Don't feed the customers"? This is a
mouth-off club? And this rule is actually followed? (Time for a
dayshift run.)
Highlight No. 5 was Sharon, a standout among standouts, an
essentially perfect B-cup blonde who may be the best-looking woman
I've seen in a club yet (but see later this week). I also like the
fact that she's chosen a real name for a fake name. I get more of a
charge out of addressing my lap partner with a woman's name instead
of something that sounds like a disease or a country where bin Laden
might be hiding. (There was that post on the CLO board in which
someone wanted to know what had happened to Rain, Gadget, and Echo.
Aren't they the lead characters in the upcoming Disney cartoon? Are
Snap, Crackle, and Pop dancing somewhere?)
Highlight No. 6 were all the cool accouterments, like the rolly
chairs at the rail. I don't like to stand up and leave the rail if a
dancer whose looks I don't like comes out on stage; that seems
impolite. These chairs allow a quick exit to the vicinity of the
cheap seats without even having to get up. I also like the
radioactive glow-in-the-dark cups and the fact that my shoes changed
color. It all added to the fantasy experience.
Lowlight No. 4 was the cattle calls. Most clubs have a "showgirl"
parade of some kind, and it's usually pretty innocuous—they come
out, they take a turn, they go back. Here, they are made to come out
and stand around the edge of the stage and clap like cheerleaders,
then answer out loud some sexually oriented query that might
entertain a few teenagers but that is nonetheless read without a
trace of embarassment by the DJ and ignored, to their credit, by
most of the dancers. (Actually, not ignored, but granted that pained
expression that we've all put on when we were in a social situation
where we had to laugh at something that was not funny.) This made me
uneasy. Everyone has a line beyond which intelligence, taste, and
morality will not let them go, and these cattle calls approached my
line. I have to infer that DVNH thinks there is an advantage to
promoting its dancers as stupid sluts ripe for further demeaning.
The dancers I like and respect most (and who get most of my money)
have moral codes worthy of the characters in a Jane Austen novel and
are decidedly not stupid. (As you might infer from Lowlight No. 3,
neither of those characterstics keeps them from being a lot of fun.)
Next time, I'll be looking for the most pained expressions.
Highlight No. 7: $10 laps on Monday and 2-for-1's on Tuesday mean
there probably will be a next time (but see Lowlight No. 3). |
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