Speaking of Porn Stars....
About a week ago, I picked up our local alternative paper. Like most purveyors of this paper, I skipped the big paper and went straight for the adult section insert. I perused the escort ads, smirked at the casual sex ads, and was generally amused. Then, I saw an ad that said Katie Morgan (who Sexyhusband and I both like) would be the feature dancer at a strip club within an hour of us for one weekend only.
You know that the first thing we did was mentally block off the three days she'd be appearing, so that we could make sure to make one of the nights. Thursday night found me exhausted from two interviews, and Sexyhusband in the middle of project hell. Friday was one of those end of the week, spirit is willing but the flesh is weak kind of nights-we'd love to go, but the door to the apartment was just. so. far. away. So last night was it.
We went to the new strip club where she was appearing. The twenty dollar cover seemed appropriate, and I found having a metal detector wand waved over my body amusing. The club was posh-all the chairs were red microfiber with little black lacquer tables every two chairs. Even the tip rail chairs were made of the red microfiber. There was one stage with two poles, with a mirror behind it (which was nice, except when the lights shined into in such a way that the reflection blinded me).
As we walked into the room, a blonde in silver caught my eye.
Oh.
My.
God.
Katie Morgan is standing not three feet from me. I elbowed Sexyhusband and nodded in her direction. We exchange a smile, but rather than go over and look at the dvds and photos, we sidled over to the chairs to stare at the dancers.
I know, we're cowards and stupid.
The first girl we saw dance was....bad. It became apparent that the club played full songs as opposed to 3 minute songs, and that a set was between 4 and 5 songs, equaling 15-20 minute sets. I spent the entire time critiquing her outfit, her choice of getting implants in her lips rather than her breasts (which I felt was a bad career choice), and her lack of dancing skill. When they announced her set was over, Sexyhusband leaned over and muttered that he was tempted to applaud the end, rather than the start of the next dancer.
A few decent sets go by, and then a hot girl with glasses took the stage. She could move, her glasses were hot, and for the first time we felt compelled to move up to the tip rail and tip. Both Sexyhusband and I complimented her glasses, and after her set she came over to chat with us. She apparently had just lost her contacts, and didn't normally wear her glasses. Sad, we thought, as she was pretty without them, but smoking with them. We mentioned we'd like to get a private dance after Katie performed.
A few more dancers went by, and I decided it was time to go talk to Katie and buy a dvd. There were a few people in front of us, which gave us a chance to see how genuinely friendly she was. She was also doing Polaroid shots for people who wanted them. When we got up, I told her we wanted to buy a dvd, and I asked her what was her favorite. She went through the selections, and narrowed it to two. One of the dvd's stars her as a writer who has sex with one of her characters-hello! totally me! So of course we bought "Unwritten Love." As a bonus (for me) one of her scenes is with Evan Stone, who I totally have a crush on. Katie personalized the dvd cover to us.
I mentioned how much I love her HBO special, and she said she was hoping to do another one this year. (Dear HBO--WANT!)
I also asked for a Polaroid picture.
"Boobs or no boobs?" she asked.
Sheepishly, we grinned at each other and admitted boobs out.
"I guess I'm in the middle," she laughed
Um...yes, please god?!
She popped her tube top up and put an arm around each of us and her assistant snapped the shot. She also signed it. I'll try to get it scanned and blur Sexyhusband and my faces so you can see it.
Then she gave each of us a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Walking back to our seats, we stared at the Polaroid as it developed. Several of the dancers popped by to see it. One mentioned that she thought Katie was (a) much nicer and (b) a better dancer than Jenna Haze who'd been there the week before.
We saw one dancer who while not uberhot, was having a blast on stage, and that made her act a million time better than some of the other girls who'd been hotter but just basically stood on stage and posed. Katie walked behind me with her handlers, and when I glanced back, she smiled at me and said "I've gotta go change for my show!" The next girl on stage was followed by a girl who did what I thought was perhaps the best set of songs ever-Cradle of Love, I Want Candy, I Know What Boys Like, and Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Then some other girl who's claim to fame was she was the last dancer before Katie came on stage.
Finally, Katie was announced, and we moved up to the tip rail.
She came on in a schoolgirl outfit, with pigtails, thigh highs and amazing shoes to "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne. Her energy level was ridiculously high-and she bounced over to our side of the stage and gave Sexyhusband a kiss on the cheek. Then she danced up and down the stage stopping to kiss people on the cheek here and there. Reaching our end of the stage again, the blazer came off to reveal a sparkly white bikini top.
The skirt came off next, revealing a sparkly white full bikini bottom and a black belt.
We were unsure what the rules were for a feature dancer like Katie, who's also a porn star. Is tipping a dollar rude? What're the rules? However, someone else broke the ice by throwing some bill onto the stage, and it was like unleashing a tidal wave.
Sexyhusband gave me a dollar to tip her. She kissed my cheek (I'm thinking it's her thing) and then rubbed my face between her breasts. Soft skin, lovely breasts. Very happy DN.
Sexyhusband later got the same treatment.
However, both Katie and my own mouths just about fell open when a guy two men down from me put out not $1 bill, not a $2 bill (classic strip club currency), or even a $20. No, he threw down a Benjamin (that's a $100 bill for those of you playing the home game). He obviously got a little extra special treatment, but in her place I would've too.
She ditched the sparkly set and was left with a thin white string bikini.
Because we were by the corner, the dancers came over to tip her by us. Sexyhusband got a front row seat for a French kiss between Katie and one of the dancers (I only saw the back of the dancer's head). A few minutes later the same dancer brought over another girl and tucked two bills into her skirt, bent her over and called Katie back to get them. Katie bent over and took the money, and gave the girl a light spank. Ooooh baby.
Then the top and bottom came off.
Sexyhusband handed me a $10 and I was brave enough to put it in my mouth like the dancer and some of the guys had done. So I got a kiss on the lips from Katie to take the $10. Do I even need to mention that I practically came from the pleasure?
Mr. Benjamin tossed down two more bills (yeah, both Benjamins) before the end of the set. Believe me, I was keeping track.
The set was over before we knew it. I think it was a total of 3 or four songs. Katie, unlike a normal dancer left her clothes and the blizzard of bills on the stage for a stagehand to pick up. She does an amazing show-I would highly recommend that should you ever get the chance to see her dance, you run, not walk to see her.
Any other dancer couldn't possibly measure up, so we caught up with the girl in the glasses to get our private dance.
We were led back to the private room, which was one open room with one big microfiber couch lining 3 1/2 of the walls. We talked for the rest of the current song, so that she could start with the next one. Being girls we chatted about shoes, Fergie's album (theoretically a bad idea, but it's grown on both of us) and other minutiae while Sexyhusband enjoyed the visual. This being Mass, we weren't allowed to touch (aka the big reason we go to out of state clubs) but unlike other dancers, she really knew how to dance for a girl. Lots of eye contact, sensual movement, and self love.
After our private dance, we left.
Because really, nothing could top the night we'd had.
Before we pulled out of the lot to drive home, we spent a few minutes admiring our Polaroid, which is currently in a place of honor on our fridge (being held in place by 3 magnets-a miniature Rosetta Stone, the Hogwarts Seal, and a Pocket Dragon magnet). Both of us have stopped by it several times today and smiled broadly at it.
It goes without saying that we screwed each others brains out last night.
The picture is here
Katie Morgan's site is here
Sounds like you guys had a great time! I was always curious about the feature dancing segments that porn girls do at the clubs. My agency has been working on getting me to do some feature dancing as well but I'm a little chicken shit ;) From the sounds of it, though, it seems like a fabulous time and well worth it.
Maybe I'll see you guys at the club one day!
xoxo
~Lauren Vaughn
Posted by: Lauren Vaughn | August 28, 2007 at 06:55 PM