Inside my mind while I dance on-stage

A striptease in two parts

It’s a different kind of Something For The Weekend this week. I recently found an old piece of writing from my stripping days,when I was asked to write a stream of consciousness of what’s going through my mind on-stage. I was a question I used to get asked a lot!

I enjoyed reading it and decided to refresh and expand it, into two parts – the first half of the show through the audience’s eyes, and the second half through the dancer’s eyes.

I hope you enjoy reading!

Back to my usual coaching/mindset/research/news-style Something For The Weekends next week.

[Pic - FFFoto, me on-stage at my favourite venue, The Blue Bar at the Sir Robert Peel pub. It’s the place I had in mind while writing this piece. I am sharing a few more photos from this shoot, showing more of the venue, and of me! for my paying members - sign up via the link at the bottom of the newsletter.]

A STRIPTEASE IN TWO PARTS

The lights come up, the music starts pounding, and the dancer appears from behind the stage curtain. She sashays to the centre of the stage. Long legs rising from dangerously high heels, strappy sparkly dress split to the hip, long hair falling down her back, eyes dark with kohl and lips glossed. A breathy vocal begins as she surveys her audience, smiling, the epitome of sensual confidence; then gyrates, circling her hips, leaning slowly forward as she runs her hands up her body to cup her breasts.

She straightens up, strides to the shiny chrome pole and wraps one leg around it, elegantly spinning to the floor. Moving onto all fours she crawls along the edge of the stage, just a couple of feet from her audience, then snakes forward breasts to the floor and hips in the air. Flipping easily round and onto her feet, she stands, then raises one hand to a dress strap, slipping it down over her shoulder. The second strap drops and she eases the dress down over the tops of her breasts, pirouetting to turn her back to her audience at the last moment before her nipples are on display, playfully looking over one shoulder. In her element.

She bends from the waist and inch-by-inch slips the dress over her buttocks, revealing a tiny g-string as the dress drops to the floor. She turns again, skilfully flicking her long hair round to cover her breasts, teasingly folding her arms around her upper body.

She locks eyes with a man in the front row, walking to him, dropping to her knees, lifting her arms and tipping back her head, allowing her hair to fall aside to reveal her breasts. She frames her nipples between painted fingernails, pinching, stroking, then raises her left hand to her mouth, slipping a finger between gleaming moist lips, sucking gently as she closes her eyes. She throws her head back as she trails her finger down her body, slipping it inside the satin of her g-string, biting her lower lip.

Moving gracefully back to the pole she jumps up and leans right back, wrapping her thighs around the chrome, letting go with her hands and caressing her body as her lips open in an orgasmic gasp. Effortless. Lifting herself up again she slides slowly down, inch by inch, legs parting as she reaches the floor. Rolling slowly and indulgently onto her back, she plays with the elastic of her g-string, smiling, raises her legs and lifts her hips an inch, slowly sliding the g-string over her buttocks and up her thighs…

...Slide my g-string up my thighs, keep it slow… Flip to the side, slide g-string over feet, be careful to stretch it wide so it doesn’t get caught in my shoe straps… Look at that guy waving in the front row, wanting me to throw it to him. Haha, no chance mate, this one’s Agent Provocateur and part of a set, you’re not having it! He looks fun though, I’ll go chat to him after this show, none of my regulars are here at the moment so there’s no-one I need to sit with to keep sweet…

Throw the g-string to the back of the stage where my dress landed earlier, keep things tidy and out of my way… Oh, a bit of my hair is stuck to my lipgloss, I need to try a different brand, this one's too sticky – sexily throw my head back and lift my hair away from my face, make out it’s a deliberate part of the act…

How much of this song is left? About a minute and a half. I love dancing to this song so much! It's my fave of the shift so far! I'll just move and enjoy the music for a moment.

Ok I’m nude but I won’t give them the full pussy view just yet, enjoy teasing them a bit longer. There’s time first for a final pole flip…. Sexy walk to the back of the stage, get in position to have a few steps run-up, gyrate here for a few seconds to time the spin to the climax of the music.

Here we go… One, two, three... Oh, are my hands a bit sweaty to grip the pole? Most of my Dry Hands pole grip has probably worn off by now. Be sure to take a super-tight grip. Up and lift, throw bodyweight out for added momentum, round we go – smile so it looks effortless – grip, grip, grip!…

Time the landing to end up facing away to be best-positioned to show them everything – it’s time. Down gently onto all fours – mind that bruised knee from the mis-timed pole trick yesterday, oh good not too painful – drop my chest to the floor, arse in the air, like a cat. Snake forward, keep it slow. My back feels super-flexible today! Thanks for the genetics, Mum…

Here’s your full-view guys, isn’t that a beautiful pussy? I wonder what you’re all imagining doing to it… Ease down to my tummy, roll over, oh I need to speed up my movements so that I can open my legs to the last beat of the song. Faster, and… there. Another good dance done.

Collecting my clothes from the floor – I wish they’d clean this stage more often, it’s so filthy! Such glamour and grime together. A glance back and smile to the audience, eye contact to the guy who wanted my g-string. He’s applauding enthusiastically! I’ll get changed quick and go sit with him, maybe he’ll tip me extra on my next dance. 

Move the stage curtain aside just enough to slip through, so they don't get a glimpse of backstage - that's our private domain...

I hope you enjoyed a different type of newsletter this week. I absolutely loved stripping, and still love to teach it! If my words have got you curious to give it a try, find out more abut my lessons (online and in-person) here: www.ruthramsay.com/striptease

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Wishing you a beautiful weekend, doing whatever you love the most.

Ruth

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