Stiletto II
Carlstadt, NJ
It’s a beautiful evening of an incredibly sweaty day. Also the first day of the 65 mile speed limit testing in New Jersey. The turnpike was busy with police action, in the maybe 12 mile stretch it takes for me to get to the club, I counted 6 police cars with those “arresting” flashing lights.
There are four clubs on Paterson Plank Road. Of the four, Stiletto II has the longest history. Once it was the Bench, then Kisses, something Hot, maybe shots?, Curves. John, the manager says it was also Tight Ends, but I don’t remember that. There was a Tight Ends in Carteret, that I know for sure.
I used to like this club as Curves, I liked the lighting, the checkerboard stage, the atmosphere. Except that one Friday afternoon I accidentally bumped into a commercial van, and got beaten up, and pressed charges against by the driver from New York. The Carlstadt police showed no emotion as the 250 lb driver told his version of the story, while I was trying to stop the bleeding of my nose and right earlobe.
My lawyer got the guy to drop his charges by threatening him with a countersuit. I wonder why I couldn’t do that myself.
Stiletto II is built in the swampy land of the Meadowlands’ nature reserve area, where countless rare birds nest fighting extinction.
The club itself has all the elements of an upscale nightclub, the valet parking, the pitch black interior walls and ceiling, the multi-color blinding light show, the constant smoke-machine generated mystic.
Stiletto is a totally nude club, yet its dancers are beautiful. I watch a young, innocent looking brunette with the most beautiful set of virgin breasts, large and soft/firm, smooth, velvety, natural, mouthwatering. (Guys, don’t start to ask me again about my sexual preference. It is beyond preference. I only like men. But I appreciate female beauty! Just like you.)
The experience is closest to a dream.
Victoria Vaughn, one of my favorites in this business, is here tonight. She works as a regular house dancer in spite of her magazine credits.
I watch her as she educates the next generation of customers. The place, tonight, Tuesday night, is packed with teenagers, of course older than 18, but maybe just slightly over.
Victoria spends time with each and every young customer, patiently and lovingly teaching them how to tip her. She picks up the laying around dollar bill, puts it in the kid’s mouth, and then takes the money with her breasts. The kids show no emotion, seem to be in a daze, but comply. I bet these young guys will remember her forever, and will come back to tip her again, and again. Tipping has become rewarding.
I watch Victoria. I remember when I first photographed her 4-5 years ago, up in Wayne. Her body hasn’t changed, still trimmed, perfect, her hair is red, and bouncy, her voice, high pitch little girl voice, is audible from about 25 feet away, where I sit, over the music.
The DJ announces every performer and the upcoming porn star features, who hopefully will come this time.
Couples file in and out of the private dance lounge. The traffic is constant and heavy in and out. I guess these kids learn more than just how to tip, tonight.
I watch a guy closing her eyes as the near perfect blonde’s large breasts slap his cheeks, left and right, left and right. His entire self is focused on those cheeks, the touch of the cold skin of those overgrown round breasts.
Stiletto II, May 1998
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