London Strip Clubs in the 1970s

[PalmsMan]

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".

[Xico]

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!!

[PalmsMan]

Not long before the Carnival Closed in 1989, I paid my final visit. I had not been there for several years, and some things had changed. It was more expensive, and the reception desk was staffed by a Chinese lady, not a Maltese guy.

It was a winter's evening, and I headed downstair to find the first three rows occupied. But, by waiting until patrons left I was able to procure a seat in the middle of the second row. There was a sort of game where when someone departed folks would move forward for a better seat. Wait long enough and one could move forward a couple of rows. But you had to respect the pecking order.

By the end of the Carnival's existence the performances had become less theatrical and more gynecological. So, being five feet from the stage was a real turn on. Because I was wedged between two other men, my freedom was limited. Nevertheless, the female forms on stage had caused a pleasant erection inside my trousers.

Eventually a young woman came on stage who was a real turn-on for me. And I realize these things are subjective. She was Afro-Caribbean, five feet nine tall with smooth skin. She was not skinny; the colloquial term is "thick". She had a good bust, perhaps 36C+. But her arse, what a sight to behold! She was wearing silky bra and panties and patterned black stockings.

As discreetly as I could I unzipped, reached inside my trousers and underpants and grasped my rock-hard phallus. Moving only from wrist in an effort not to alert my neighbor to the right, I pleasured myself.

Slowly over three music numbers she removed her bra, then knickers, and for some reason, one of her stockings. She turned to face the back of the stage, dancing with her arse towards the audience. Her delightful posterior was level with my face and about five feet away. I was in state of ecstasy. As her bum gyrated, I thought I caught sight of a wisp of pubic hair from between her legs. That's all it took, my prostate contracted, my cock throbbed and gushed several extremely pleasurable spurts of man cream.

As, I fell into an almost trans-like state of afterglow delight, I discretely zipped up. I stayed seated for a while before heading to the toilet to clean up.

The Carnival Club gave me any number great memories, but my final visit was one of the best. The younger generations have no idea what they are missing. The Carnival was a gem.