London Strip Clubs

I have very fond memories of attending the strip clubs in London in the 1970s. I have always been a sex maniac at heart and the thought of slipping into the strip clubs in London in those days was magnetic.

The girls were adventurous, to say the least and I was always eager to see what they would do.

They generally did a session with some interesting music and some nice costumes.

I remember one girl doing a dance to The Doors - Riders on the Storm. She was cute with a hairy pussy but plenty of c*nt to see as well.

From memory, the girls moved quickly around neighbouring Clubs, so you could pick up their acts elsewhere, if you were that way inclined.

One of the best strip club clips I've ever seen was from "Paul Raymond's Revuebar". It was a clip in an old Electric Blue video. For years, I tried to track down the video that the clip came from, but came up empty. What was great was that the stripteases also had some kind of theme, like in a locker room. The women were utterly gorgeous and fit, too. I know that Paul Raymond was like the Hugh Hefner/Bob Guccione of Britain.

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I remember one called the Windmilll. I once got a handjob from one of the very pretty dancers while standing in my overcoat, drinking a beer, watching the show from a corner in front of a talll bar table that gave us ‘some’ privacy. She had her hand in my pants and I was massaging and groping her ass cheeks. So hot! It was her wonderful, naughty idea and she took the lead.

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So, in the 1970s I tried several Soho strip clubs. I finally settled on the Carnival Club on Old Compton Street as my "go to" club.

The acts at Paul Raymond's Revue Bar were more, and better, choreographed. And I always enjoyed his shows. But the Revue Bar was more expensive. Moreover, the way the Revue Bar was set up, it was impossible to enjoy a discreet wank.

However, I did manage a discreet wank at the Carnival Club a couple of times. If I had been caught, I would have been thrown out, but I wasn't.

And at some of the seedier clubs, I was able to openly wank. Watching a woman disrobe and then dance naked, showing off her body while I masturbate has always been at the top of my list of sexual pleasures.

Thru the 1970s and well into the 1980s I was an attendee at the Carnival Club. It's so sad that it has gone.

I have just read an article about the Carnival Club. It certainly brought back some memories.

There were certain women that you would hang out with because they actually put on a good show and displayed some personality (and other things, of course).

I recall that the audience was not particularly animated (most of the time), and there was the occasional person who slipped away. They must have been busting to relieve themselves.

The article detailed a woman who stripped down, lay on the stage and started masturbating. The curtains closed and she was not seen again by the author. All good stuff.

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I came up to London in the early 1970s and lived very close to Soho. Despite, walking past Paul Raymond"s Revue Bar on numerous occasions, I never went in there or any of the other strip clubs in the area.

However, I did go and see Raymond's stage show, Pyjama Tops at the Whitehall Theatre with my girlfriend.

I can't remember much about it, except there was a glass fronted swimming pool in which the female members of the cast swam naked.

My girlfriend, who was a bit of an exhibitionist herself, enjoyed seeing the naked women almost as much as I did. She'd have loved to get up there naked herself and do a couple of lengths of the pool in front of the audience.

All Electric Blue episodes were highly erotic

I do remember the Electric Blue videos. For their time, they were quite erotic. I was very excited to see them as they came out.

I have also been to cinemas/strip clubs in Sydney, Australia. In the day, there were live acts between the films where the girls got up close to the audience. One woman allowed a guy to eat a banana out of her pussy.

Sex on stage was permitted between the girls and the audience. A small tip usually sealed the deal.

I participated in one of these events with my wife looking on. No problem with her. However, it is difficult to get it up on a public stage. I fucked my wife well later in the evening. As did one of my friends. We were into those things in our younger days.

In 1980 I worked at Sunbury on Thames for a few weeks and went to the Carnival Theater almost every evening. Parked the car at Speaker's Corner - well, at those times you could still find a place to park in London and rushed to Old Compton Street. After conquering a first row seat you could look into a well spread pussy less than a meter away. I just loooooved it!

Being close to the stage was a bonus. The girls really showed off their bodies.

Some were very enthusiastic about this.

They needed to enjoy their work and display their lovely bodies.

It was likely competitive to secure spots in the well-known clubs.

The music was up to date. I kept my wanking until later (if I could).

Happy memories.

Explicit
 

As the years passed the costumes, and props, got less elaborate, but the girls far more explicit. I can recall towards the end, girls spreading very wide and touching themselves. Like you I loved it.

It's hard to find anything like those shows nowadays.

My wife and I accompanied some friends to a swinging function (a few years ago), where the evening started with a formal dinner.

The organisers put on a stripper act (female) during the course of the evening. She was a good looker, with short, dark hair and all the stockings and lingerie that you wanted to see.

As the clothes came off, it became clear that she did not mind the diners touching her up in all places. She had a nice tuft hair about a smooth pussy. Natural breasts and a firm body were all very attractive. However, the diners were ready to get to the rooms to get things underway.

We had an interesting couple of hours, where my wife was fucked multiple times and I got some time with a very fit woman. I concentrated on loosening her up for future intrusions. Her partner had to find other things to do during this process.

As we were leaving the room, with my wife's last 'lover', the stripper appeared, calling out for someone to fuck her. Unfortunately, I was committed, but I am sure that she got what she wanted.

I do fantasise about my wife on stage at a Club where she strips down and then allows men to use her. She has been to strip clubs as a spectator. Oh well, I can use my imagination.

Darwin Strip Club
 

I am stretching it now by reliving an evening that I had at a strip club in Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia.

Darwin is an interesting town/city as it is where Australia meets Asia. The weather/climate is sultry, sometimes very wet and always a place to be thirsty.

A few years ago, I was visiting Darwin on business. I had a free night and decided to look for something interesting to do. I found this Club which seemed to have potential, and I had a pocket full of cash.

I decided to go in. However, the door guy would not let me in because I was wearing jeans. Not to be put off, I walked backed to my motel and smartened up a bit.

To be continued.

Darwin
 

Anyway, once inside, I had a cold drink, and a good-looking brunette came up to me for a chat. I bought her a wine.

She led me off to a dark spot at the back of the Club, where she quickly took off her panties, lay back with her legs open and let me do whatever I wanted. I had my fingers in her pussy and her arse, bringing her to a climax in a few minutes.

We repeated this process a couple more times during the evening, each time with the same outcome. Insatiable!

I had to leave for some rest. What an evening.

Malaysia in the mid-1970s
 

This was the last years of liberal attitudes on the part of the government before it mightily clamped down on any sort public indecency (including advertising posters for European products that featured semi-nude models).

There was a well-known stripper named Rose Chan who got her start in the 1950s at clubs outside British military & naval bases on the island of Penang. By the early 1970s she was the middle-aged owner of a club in Kuala Lumpur.

It featured local beauties as well as the occasional European act. She acted as the master of ceremonies. She did have one trick. If she spotted a young man who looked like this was his first visit, she would challenge him to guess the color of her pussy hair. Most would guess black or grey. She would then pull down her pants to show that she was shaved bald. This was a time well before that style became popular.

Same scenario but no bum. The problem was when she climaxed she swung one of her legs with the high heels around and almost hit my head.

Lucky night
 

With these Clubs, you can strike it lucky (if you are prepared to pay) when the woman is having a bit of fun.

It is a double win for them.

The time in Sydney when the performer stuck a banana up herself and lay back while a guy ate it all. This may have been a setup, but it was good to watch.

I have been up on stage with a performer. She sucked me off to the delight of my wife and friends.

Dildo Shows
 

In NYC club, no bananas but I've seen dildos being pushed inside their privates, sometimes with a little help from a patron.

Times Square, NYC
 

was pretty wild in the 1970's and 1980's. I showed up in the 1990's. Then I heard they "cleaned" Times Square in the early 2000's.
https://www.bygonely.com/time-square-depravity-70s-80s/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Deuce_(TV_series)

The Carnival Club
 

As I remember it.

Afternoon Delight
 

In the early 1970s there was an Irish woman who did the rounds of the Soho strip clubs. I liked to watch her at the Carnival Club where she did her most seductive act.

The lady (I never knew her name) had dirty blond hair, a 36C bust, a reasonably trim waistline, and 38" hips with a shapely arse. Unusually for London strippers, after her act she would sometimes come out and sit among the audience and engage guys in conversation.

Typically, at the Carnival the women danced to three numbers. During the first they removed their Brassieres, during the second their knickers. Then they would dance naked to the third one.

This woman would always start her act dancing to "All Our Dreams Are Coming True" from Gene Page's album "Hot City". She would remove her (always white) bra, with one swift manoeuvre, at the transition starting 59 seconds into "All Our Dreams....", revealing her lovely breasts. He beautiful tits had just enough sag to say that she was a woman, not a girl. I would have put her age as late twenties.

Normally I would visit the Carnival Club in the evenings or at the weekend. However, one weekday I was free and stopped in during the afternoon. The front row of seats was occupied. There were a few guys in the second row, but behind them the theatre was empty.

So, I sat in the third row, in the knowledge that if I masturbated, there would be little chance of being caught. I had arrived horney, and during each act I caressed my growing phallus through my pants.

When the curtains opened, and "All Our Dreams..." began and my siren appeared on stage, I was already firm. I unzipped, liberated my cock and began to gently wank, delighting at the sight of one of my favourite strippers seductively dancing in her white underwear. This was a rare and special pleasure.

One minute in as the song transitioned and her creamy breasts came into view I felt the lovely throbbing of my sexual climax. After the last spurt I slipped my cock back inside my zipper and basked in the afterglow for the next several minutes as my siren showed off her delightful body.

When she was through, I slipped into the loo and sponged off the remaining drops of jism on my trousers. I returned and sat in the second row, satisfied and relaxed as I watched several more ladies perform.

Those were the days.

Carnival memories
 

I have been a sex addict since I don't know when.

When I was working part-time in London, I would often visit the Strip Club whenever I could. Opening time was as good as any time to me.

I noticed the girls moving around from one Club to another, and I knew when my favourite was going to be at the Carnival.

I wasn't as open as pulling my dick out, more like rubbing myself to come. I did notice guys going to the toilets during performances, but I was not up for that.

Voyeurism is a big one for me. Thinking about things later in the day was the real turn on. It all helped as I licked my wife's pussy.

Toilet
 

The loo at the Carnival was the door at right angles to the stage door. It was tiny. IIRC it would have been difficult to fit more than one person in there.

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Good description of the Carnival Club: <https://tuscl.net/article/58386>

Voyeurism
 

Yup, that pretty much describes me also. Now I’m aging it’s less of a thing. In my younger years it was close to an obsession. I just liked to be turned on, and cum, and cum often.

Wherever I was working, I would figure out the town’s sexual possibilities.

Ditto.

That describes me also. Strip clubs and movies are great. But my favorite is watching couples having sex. For me wanking while watching others copulate beats having sex myself (just).

Weird I know, but seeing the penetration, watching the motion of a woman’s breasts as she rides her man, and seeing a woman’s face when she is in a state of sexual ecstasy, are as good as it gets for me.

Each to his own.

With age, I became a pantouflard, always a voyeur but pantouflard, the girls who undress in club no longer interest me, on the other hand I love taking videos of my wife when she undresses naturally in the evening in the room or when she puts her swimsuit; I sometimes share these videos with friends who, like me, are more attracted to the people they know than by foreigners ...

"Sunset Strip" Dean Street, Soho
 

This club closed last year. Apparently, there was "inappropriate" touching. What is the matter with the authorities? Who cares if consenting adults touch when they are in private, adult, spaces?

Before Sunset Strip closed it had gone up market and was, I believe, quite plush. But I knew Sunset Strip back in the 1970s, when it was the dirtiest (I don't mean in the sexual sense), most run-down establishment imaginable.

It wasn't somewhere I visited often, but from time to time I would stop by in the early afternoon and sit in the front row. The girls, and their acts were uninspiring, and if a girl failed to turn up the club would put a blue movie on for 10 minutes. The movies were scratchy, monochrome, soft porn flicks with dumb plots.

No one cared, so I would usually wank despite being on the front row. I only recall Cumming once despite wanking on most visits. The worst that ever happened was that an obese (250lb) stripper asked why if I wanted to wank I didn't stay at home with a magazine.

There used to be a number of "fake" strip clubs around Soho. Having bought a ticket, instead of sending one downstairs, one was directed to the Sunset Strip, on Dean Street where you were charged a second time. I only fell for this once, and that is how I came to discover "the worst strip club in Soho".

London Soho Clubs.
 

There were some unscrupulous clubs where a girl would sit down beside you and ask you to buy her a drink.
This was usually at some ridiculous price which if you didn't pay up there was a ready at hand bouncer standing by to make sure you did.
Heard some horror stories like this.
I only ever went to one club late 70s. Pay at door.... you then had to buy a minimum of one drink once inside which again was an extortionist price. Never let any of the ladies sit beside me,

Also went to a peep booth late 70s. Letter boxed peep hole with a bit of cloth over it. Dropped your coin in slot and girl behind removed cloth and gave you a 2 minute flash of her pussy!!