Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
The first time I went into a strip club was at the behest of my new sister-in-law who wanted me to see the costume she had made for her daughter’s strip show in downtown Melbourne, Australia.
The red sequined skimpy Santa’s helper outfit was stripped off bit by bit while the girl’s father, playing Santa, sat in a chair onstage. There is a Japanese saying that fathers should not see their daughters naked past the age of 5. Eventually, all that remained on the tanned body were high heels and a Santa hat!
This little piggy hastily retreated to the bar to wonder what family she had acquired. Funny that the girl’s stage name was Brandy, which started playing as I reached the bar. I know that song I thought so asked the bartender for a stiff one, a brandy that is. Next minute, I was joined by my husband who, with an apologetic look on his face said, could you make that two please. Joined by his sister, we settled in for the show, complimenting her on what a lovely, sparkling costume it WAS!