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In the early Fifties, the last refuge of vaudeville was the burlesque theaters. These palaces of entertainment had deteriorated from their former glory, but they were still booking live entertainment. Great comedians and, of course, the glamorous strippers attracted the younger generation. The comics were risqué for those times, but none of them worked 'Blue'. The strippers were part of the skits and the audiences laughed heartily and truly enjoyed themselves.
The young people, one had to be eighteen to get in, arrived at the theatre early enough to get front row seats to better view the strippers. The women stripping were mostly performing the same basic routine, which was a fully clothed short dance, followed by a stripping dance illuminated in a blue spotlight. The strippers would often whisper or talk softly to the front row characters to get the patrons attention. This way the patrons would return again and again in the hopes of somehow meeting these lovely ladies. Little chance of that, but hope is always eternal, especially when you're eighteen.
A group of young friends from a nearby city would save their money all week so they could afford the bus ride and burlesque ticket on Saturday night. Billy was a member of such a group of young men in their late teens or early twenties that made a ritual of going to the burlesque show nearly every Saturday night. They would get to the theatre when it opened, get the front row seats, which they occupied until the theatre closed at midnight. In those days, one could stay through multiple shows on a single ticket. Billy and his friends would always try to strike up a conversation with the strippers. Sometimes it worked and other times they were ignored.
The singular exception was Theodora. She was a local girl in her early twenties and loved to strip and talk to the front row patrons. Rumor had it that she was the girlfriend of a Mafia gangster and she pretty much did what ever she felt like doing. One of the things she liked to do is display her self totally nude when she danced. Unlike the other strippers, she did not strip. Theodora came out onto the stage in a black and red silk cloak to a drum roll. When the band started to play a bump and grind tune she threw off the cloak, stood stark naked, smiled at the patrons and began to dance.
Because of her rumored boyfriend, no one ever tried to stop her from dancing completely naked, not even the police. The cops were said to be in the mobsters' employ and turned a blind eye to Theodora's nudity. She loved to talk to the 'kids' in the front row and tease them that they should go home and get ready for Sunday school in the morning. It was all good-natured fun for Theodora, but for them it was fuel for their wildest fantasies. Each of them had often fantasized about going to bed with her and they all admitted to one another that they had masturbated fantasizing about her. Theodora's main claim to fame as a stripper was that she had a great and voluptuous body and that she was naked from the start of her routine until the end.
She had dark hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her body was solid, but not real thin. She wasn't plump, but she wasn't like the other skinny strippers, she had a body that stood out from all the rest. Her breasts were huge and defied gravity. In those days, no one had heard of implants and the way they jiggled and swayed gave proof to their reality. Her nipples stood out at least a half inch and were as thick as the end of a forefinger. They crowned her rosy areolas that were about the size of a silver dollar. Her dark bush was neatly trimmed, but her pussy was slung low underneath her and it was difficult to see it when she danced.
Sometimes she would give the guys in the first row a lightning fast glimpse of it, then giggled as she danced away from them. One autumn Saturday night Billy found himself alone for the evening. His friends had to accompany their parents to a wedding, thus were not going to be available to hang around with him. He thought about just going to the movies alone and call it a night, but the head that controlled his horny mind decided to go to the burlesque show alone. He rode the bus to the city and walked the short distance to the theatre. He was too early and went to a nearby grill to get a hamburger and coke while he waited for the theatre to open.
"Hi friend," said a very sexy voice as a woman touched his shoulder, "where are your buddies tonight?" Billy turned to see his 'Goddess' Theodora sitting in the booth behind him. She smiled at him and Billy wanted to melt and disappear. She was dressed very nicely, but sexily too, and wearing a fur coat. Across from her was seated a very big man with a dark complexion and a scowl on his face.
"Ah…ah…my friends are…are…not coming tonight," Billy stammered and looked at her forehead unable to look her in the eyes.
"Well, if you're alone, come join us and we'll eat together, ok?" she said to him. Billy was stunned. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and he thought, for a moment, that he might get sick from the butterflies in his stomach. He looked at the big man seated with her and the man smiled a toothy grin and waved to him to come sit down.
"Come on, kid. I won't bite and neither will Miss Theodora. Get your butt over here," the man said in a deep friendly voice. Billy got up and carried his plate and coke to their booth and sat down next to the man. The man held out a beefy hand and Billy shook hands with him, "I'm Rocco," he said with a friendly smile, "what's you're name?"
