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Cracking the Whip...
May. 3rd, 2008 02:32 pmAround Courtenay Place was a cowboy in chaps, along with a massive black stretched HMMV. The cowboy was advertising for Heavenly Burlesque, they were following the whole trope, down to touts in the street. I'm not sure about the Hummer.
It was wet, both![[livejournal.com profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rikan_feral and I got reasonably soaked just walking from the Malaysian place we'd eaten at, hardly a block away, but unfortunately not a covered block, to the Paramount . Not that this mattered much, there had been worse rain earlier.
On entering the Paramount we took Christopher Robin's favourite place, as the foyer was packed with customers and scantily clad troupe members wandering around being naughty, spanking each other (as well as the occasional patron), and making girly screams. Once the doors opened, we found a place with a lot of leg room, though unfortunately the really close seats had "Reserved" markers on them. I greatly enjoyed appreciating the belly dancer with the Scorpion tattoo. Don Pasqualle, one of the two male arielists, whom I'd seen performing at the SubNine Fetish Ball last year, was impressively hunky, but I think his SubNine performance was sexier. Overall it was very amusing, and in places very pretty. The pair of female arielsts who performed an artistic representation of girl-on-girl sex in a suspended ring were beautiful. The MC was humorous and did a very good job of looking sleazy.
During the interval I got myself a chocolate-covered ice cream, and breathed deeply of the marijuana smoke that was emanating from someone in the queue . Thanks torikan_feral for getting the tickets. I had pretty much canned the idea of going after a lack of interest or availability from other people, so I'm glad it happened.
On train on the way home I became a little worried by three nicely dressed, but quite young, girls on the train, possibly around fourteen to sixteen by my guess. It was the 12:05 train, after midnight. They seemed uncertain of themselves, looking around themselves like a pack of meerkats. They got off the train at the stop just before Wingate, and were met by one, reasonably cute-looking, but definitely older, Maori guy in a hoodie. It looked decidedly dodgy, especially as there was an actual fire burning under a seat on the station! But what could one do? They went of their own accord, and the guy could have been a brother of one of the girls for all I knew. I just hope there isn't a report of three girls going missing or similar in the news this evening.
In a similar spirit to the burlesque, here's a lovely photo-set entitled Lollipop Girls, by Flikr user violet_blue, which I'm sure a number of those on my flist will enjoy. It's not pr0n, though there are some shots of a pussy. grin The whole feel of the set made me think of certain friends of mine at cocktail parties. :)
It was wet, both
rikan_feral and I got reasonably soaked just walking from the Malaysian place we'd eaten at, hardly a block away, but unfortunately not a covered block, to the Paramount . Not that this mattered much, there had been worse rain earlier. On entering the Paramount we took Christopher Robin's favourite place, as the foyer was packed with customers and scantily clad troupe members wandering around being naughty, spanking each other (as well as the occasional patron), and making girly screams. Once the doors opened, we found a place with a lot of leg room, though unfortunately the really close seats had "Reserved" markers on them. I greatly enjoyed appreciating the belly dancer with the Scorpion tattoo. Don Pasqualle, one of the two male arielists, whom I'd seen performing at the SubNine Fetish Ball last year, was impressively hunky, but I think his SubNine performance was sexier. Overall it was very amusing, and in places very pretty. The pair of female arielsts who performed an artistic representation of girl-on-girl sex in a suspended ring were beautiful. The MC was humorous and did a very good job of looking sleazy.
During the interval I got myself a chocolate-covered ice cream, and breathed deeply of the marijuana smoke that was emanating from someone in the queue . Thanks to
rikan_feral for getting the tickets. I had pretty much canned the idea of going after a lack of interest or availability from other people, so I'm glad it happened. On train on the way home I became a little worried by three nicely dressed, but quite young, girls on the train, possibly around fourteen to sixteen by my guess. It was the 12:05 train, after midnight. They seemed uncertain of themselves, looking around themselves like a pack of meerkats. They got off the train at the stop just before Wingate, and were met by one, reasonably cute-looking, but definitely older, Maori guy in a hoodie. It looked decidedly dodgy, especially as there was an actual fire burning under a seat on the station! But what could one do? They went of their own accord, and the guy could have been a brother of one of the girls for all I knew. I just hope there isn't a report of three girls going missing or similar in the news this evening.
In a similar spirit to the burlesque, here's a lovely photo-set entitled Lollipop Girls, by Flikr user violet_blue, which I'm sure a number of those on my flist will enjoy. It's not pr0n, though there are some shots of a pussy. grin The whole feel of the set made me think of certain friends of mine at cocktail parties. :)
