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Subject: Harmony Club in the 1970's (fwd)
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Found this in alt.sex.strip-clubs. Thought a few folks here might find it
interesting.
Viewer1
(Oh, the "businessmans lunch" referred to here is the practice of
strippers providing a little pussy munch for a buck.)
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Date: Tue, 25 Apr 1995 02:16:41 UTC
Subject: Harmony Club in the 1970's
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Ah yes...the old Melody Burlesque. I remember it well and think of
it often. I first stumbled on it around 1975 or 1976 and couldn't
believe what was going on in there. I was used to the NJ bikini
go-go bars and this was something else. When I first went into the
Melody, is wasn't quite as crowded and popular as it got in later
years. It was me and maybe 10 other guys who mostly seemed in their
60's or so (I was a college student then). And the "dancers" were
getting off the stage, coming out into the audience and grinding
away on the customers' laps! Not to mention those $1 businessmen's
lunches you talked about in your post.
I stuck around for awhile but was too shy to actually participate
in the action, so I just watched. It wasn't until maybe my 3rd or
4th visit there when I finally got up the courage to take up one of
the dancer's offers when she asked "Want some"? It was this drop-
dead gorgeous brunette with the most beautiful body I'd ever seen
on a dancer, standing naked in front of me (I was standing against
the back wall) and I just couldn't resist. From that point on, I
always made sure I had a fistful of dollar bills whenever I visited
the Melody. In later years it got to be very popular and very very
crowded, but the response was that they just added lots more
dancers. I think in its heyday (maybe around 1979-1980) it seemed
they had 30 to 35 dancers going at once.
The other thing about the Melody was the porn stars they had
performing there. I saw Desiree Cousteau, Samantha Fox, Kandi
Barbour, Veri Knotti, and the incredible Bambi Woods (of Debbie
Does Dallas fame). They would all be available for that personal
touch that only the Melody could deliver (at least at that time),
and some of them even participated in the businessman's lunch line-
up parade. I remember having Veri Knotti sitting in my lap, stark
naked and facing me, grabbing my crotch as I massaged and sucked
her tits and she was whispering in my ear "I love to play with
cocks".
The one thing they wouldn't allow at the Melody was the girls
couldn't take you out and give you a hand job right in the open as
I understand it works now at the Harmony - I left NY years ago and
have yet to visit the Harmony for myself. However, there were
plenty of intimate and satisfying massages through a layer or two
of clothes that always went on there.
I went to visit the Melody one day in 1982 and discovered it was no
longer there. Didn't find what I considered to be another decent
place until 1991 when I discovered Scandals in Waldorf, MD. In
fact, Scandals at its prime made the Melody look tame! For $3-5 you
could get a full contact (and I mean FULL CONTACT) lap dance for
one song on the jukebox from some drop-dead beautiful women.
Unfortunately, Scandals also went the way of all decent clubs and
closed down (or more accurately, was closed down as a "bawdy house"
by county police) about 2 years ago.
Still on the search for that ideal place that will live up to the
standards set by Scandals and the trail blazed by the old Melody.
So what were your experiences there?
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