My favorite time of the week was taking the proofs for our small weekly Sunday newspaper to the Middletown (Ohio) Journal overnight on Fridays, getting the plates made then watching the web press knock our small run out and the bundles stacking up at the end, ready to be loaded into the van.
It was a beautiful ballet to watch.
A single spotlight highlights their face, the rest of the lighting doing more to obscure their naked body than show it.
As the music starts its familiar bump and grind the spotlight widens and the backlighting brightens, showing the glistening skin. They slowly, sensually dress as the music plays seductively. The lights play across their skin, highlighting features which then slowly disappear under layers of soft cloth.
The music reaches a crescendo as the last button is fastened.
The audience sits silent for a moment before errupting in cheers and riotous applause, money falling on the stage like autumn leaves.
@PeterLG bra–
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a work of beauty
@glennf My father spent a few years at a printing shop, and *never* passed up the chance to refer to himself as a "male stripper".
That joke never got young, Dad.