Excerpt from the Red BoA

Preface:

The Golden Banana

“Mother taught me to strip. Well, not exactly. She taught me to

tease. I naturally knew how to strip.”

— Self

On a Saturday night in 1979, The Golden Banana Strip Club was

teeming with energy. A vast, dark space enclosed by black walls,

ceilings, and no windows, the room was purposefully dim, except

for the stage, ablaze with lights, a spotlight on a naked woman.

Cigarette smoke caressed everything with its noxious touch, music

blared, and the audience was alive with expectations, fed by booze.

Jessica, dressed as Michelle, the Vixen, the stripper, tight white

shorts with a sheer white top covering a bright red lacy bra, entered

the club and strutted along the front of the bar, her red feather boa

floating loosely in her arms. Five feet five and a quarter inch tall—

three inches taller with her platform heels— she had an hourglass

figure of thirty-six, twenty-six, thirty-six. Her long, dirty-blonde

hair framed her attractive face.

Michelle nodded at Tony, the bartender, and included the two

barmaids standing at the service counter as well, but they turned

their backs on her. Most barmaids hated the strippers for the courage

to do what they didn’t dare.

...continued in the book.