Peep show for lovers of new emotions from striptease!
Type “Peep Show” into Google and you”ll get the definition of a series that aired in the UK a few years ago. I could go on and on about this series because the jokes and comic situations make most people smile and the writers take their work seriously, but in this article I will talk about something else.
No, now this is not for laughs, but for eroticism. What straight guy doesn”t like looking at girls? For naked girls? Dancers who undress and make characteristic sounds? The answer is simple. No one. Even boring weaklings at heart are not averse to watching such performances.
This desire may be puzzling to some, but there is nothing wrong with it. Perhaps everyone wanted to look into the girls” locker rooms. So why not go for it with a disclaimer of liability (if you really want to, you can punish for such tricks, but it all depends on the client’s wishes).
Now let”s figure out what this concept means. Think long and hard about the origin of the name. There are two cool words in the English language: “peep” and “show”. The first means “to peek” and the second obviously means “to show”. In other words, the client is literally “peeping through the keyhole” at the striptease dancer and the woman taking off her clothes. At the same time, she often makes appropriate sounds that are difficult for anyone (even other girls) to resist, and caresses very gently. Usually everything takes place in a separate room, and the night stars are never touched, since they are isolated from the viewer by glass/transparent partitions/lattices.
As Madonna sang: “Look, but don”t touch me.” It”s as fun as going to a museum. Obstacles are necessary to serve two main functions: the safety of the stripper and additional stimulation. Remember, the forbidden fruit is always sweet.
It is worth noting that ordinary glass is sometimes replaced with special mirrors (these are used in most police interrogation rooms). This allows the client to see the dancer, but not the dancer herself. Women feel that they have more personal space and can focus on the moment because they are not distracted by the behavior of a man behind a partition.
If you think that voyeurism is entertainment for men, you are mistaken. Only in the earliest times, only men looked at girls, and this was an unshakable norm, but in the modern world, the boundaries have expanded, and there is much more freedom. In this regard, there are often girls (and even couples) who willingly spy on others. New times equal new morals.
In addition, either one stripper or several can dance. Again, it all depends on the client. As they say, a master is a master.
What”s the trick?
A peep show is the same thing as a strip show, the only difference is what people are willing to pay. We can start with the fact that the pleasure that the client receives from contemplating a girl comfortably caressing herself and literally drowning in lust is much (tens of times) higher than with the usual version of a strip show. The emotions are completely different due to the added intimacy and the “sound” effect.
With Pip Show, clients get something special that nothing else can give them. In the process, completely new and unique emotions are experienced. Many fantasies and innermost dreams are now materialized. Emotions reach a new level, and the world literally takes on new colors.
If we strongly generalize, then in fact there are 3D erotic video mini-sessions on very large and huge screens. Feeling “bad” also adds fuel to the fire. Because you”re spying on a particular “bad boy” (or gel) doing obscenity with the thought and confidence that no one will look at her. Well, sometimes reality isn”t what you expect. Welcome from heaven to earth.
What about privacy?
Of course, many people want to capture such unusual expressions for a long memory, to review them after a hard day or just when they feel like it with their left heel, but here the dream breaks down about the rules of the club. No photos, no videos, no attempts to do this. All peep shows must remain under a veil of privacy and absolute secrecy. Some people, for some reason, decide to give this up, but it’s worth thinking about it with your head.
Imagine yourself in a special agency. You are paid for the comfort of your clients and their most perverted fantasies. You will dance, love to take care of yourself (even when you are in a terrible mood) and do other not so decent things, everything will be more or less normal.
Some local idiots have imagined themselves as pornographic film operators, but now they get great pleasure from taking you for themselves. What”s your first reaction? “What a freak.” Right? Strippers are just like everyone else. They have feelings, a conscience, and morals (as strange as it may sound, it”s a paradox).
It”s worth noting that each agency has its own set of rules and laws, which can be more restrictive, but it”s better to save your grudge for special cases.
Where do they come from?
Most often, we”re talking about Thailand, Germany, and the Netherlands, as well as many European countries. CIS countries are also ready to spoil the spectacle for both tourists and locals. Peep shows come in all shapes and sizes. You can see something new everywhere. As you know, imagination has no ceiling or roof. It”s always free-floating, and no cage holds it back. Perhaps this is one of the main reasons why so many people go to various clubs to watch it. People are attracted not only by the aforementioned sensations, but also by the variety. One blow kills two fleas at once. It”s a thirst for satisfaction and unusual emotions.
A couple of stories from dolls behind glass
Customers don”t realize that we”re not dressed without makeup. This isn”t surprising, since they”re not particularly interested in our faces. I can”t say this happened very often, but sometimes they would wait for us after work near the staff entrance/exit. Mostly, everyone was too lazy to miss a few hours, so many simply passed notes and tried to contact us through the manager or bartender. However, there was one special fan who was willing to spend his time in Hachiko mode. Well, everyone does what they think is right and necessary. If people have nothing better to do, then that”s fair enough.
Of course, it was fun. After your shift, you”re covered in bubbles and all you can think about is a hot shower and soft beds. Suddenly, you see a farmer and struggle to move. He”s standing there, stomping his feet, and he might have already stepped into a hole. At that moment, you realize he”s literally looking right through you. You see the gears turning in your head: is this really her?
It”s unclear what they were thinking, but they probably expected every girl to go home in lace lingerie and high heels. And it didn”t matter that it wa s-30 degrees outside, it was still a very warm day. There”s also the assumption that in an intimate setting, we resemble some kind of magical fairy. Everything is so beautiful, light, elegant, and wonderful that you just want to take it all off. Perhaps we”re pictured in fur coats and high-heeled leather boots, but we”re not sweaty ladies in huge down jackets, earflaps, and felt boots. What did you expect to be? We don”t live in Australia.
The dancer lineup is never stable. Someone is constantly joining, and someone is leaving. They were chosen not for their communication skills, but for quite obvious reasons (a toned body, the ability to move, a seemingly normal face, at least some grace). A rather attractive girl once came to us; she was in demand, but she worked without a vibrator. After all, she was a virgin, and at first, she was supposed to resemble a Hollywood melodrama.
Somehow, a Jew ended up there. She was arrogant, ostentatiously read the Bible in front of everyone, and pretended to be a smart nun (but on stage, she was still a bitch). This young woman turned out to be a saleswoman for a children”s Sunday school. Apparently, a church school and a strip club building look the same. Well, it”s not for me to judge.
Perhaps my favorite is Marcia. I”ve never seen such an unusual specimen. She had some kind of vestibular disorder, or her legs were different lengths, or the ground was crooked for her, but she always fell. We help both our clients and our employees. They left good advice about these “jokes,” but some were nasty (“Why do you need a drunk cow on ice?!”). Incidentally, she signed a contract somewhere in Germany and went there to work. Soon she bought an apartment and found a good man. Overall, he did well.
I don”t remember her name, but there was a woman there who was on a perpetual diet. True, she often locked herself in the locker room with a container of mashed potatoes and a cutlet, but for some reason, it didn”t bother her much. War is war, but lunch is on schedule.
“Thank God the management was understanding and didn”t let us transport the dolls. The rule was that if you recognized someone you knew (a relative, colleague, friend, girlfriend) behind the glass, you had the right to stop the dance and nothing more. Of course, there was always a supply of masks in the closet in case anyone needed one, but only new ones were used. During the peep show, that crap would slide off your face and get in the way, preventing your brain from focusing on the dance and the desire to get it over with. So, “lazy strangers” were very rare.
In fact, no one recognized me. Yes, I know the world is small, but there were no familiar faces at work. My social circle is very respectable, or homemade pornography is preferable, but my secret was never in danger of being exposed. Incidentally, I never got into trouble. Perhaps we are protected by higher powers? Food for thought.”
The “fattest” days are everyday life. Understandable. On weekends, most of the sample, including family workers, stay home. The children are enjoying themselves. However, on Sundays, there are relatively many new people here. Some have flown in, others are aiming for new sensations familiar to them. Regulars accumulate visits. No one thinks behind the glass.
Firstly, we can”t see anything, and secondly, it causes terribly inconvenience during the show. And yes, if someone thinks we”re somehow invading their privacy, they give us such stars. Better to satisfy your curiosity than to suffer later.
Now I remember our Vasily. To be clear, he owned one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city. He absolutely disliked skinny girls, whom he called “wobbles.” He needed a majestic form, and it was immediately clear — this was a woman.
Apparently, the writer died within him because no one else had such fantasies. He took on a lesbian act, asked her to paint it a special way, and asked her to put socks on her hands (which was completely incomprehensible). Yes, it wasn”t always comfortable. All his efforts were rewarded when, midway through the session, he couldn”t bring himself to look in the mirror. Vasya paid good tips. Unfortunately, not every time, but it was better than nothing.
The most ridiculous ones were those who licked the glass or splashed everything all over the booth. The clients don”t mind, and the girls clean up after them. Sometimes I like to scoop the mop into these “gigolos.” Or into their asses, it”s all very individual.
Basically, there are all kinds of people. No need to guess what a new day or a new routine will bring.
It looks cool here. There are surprises, but sometimes there”s no joy in them. Sometimes I like to wrap the “gift” back up.
Unfortunately, that”s not an option. In any case, bad memories fade with time. I don”t know, I don”t know if it”s just me or someone else, but yeah, whatever.”
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