Times2 19 June 2008
Fiona, 29, is a peroxide blonde mother of two, who juggles a job selling media space with lap dancing two nights a week. She loves the money that she can make through her night job, but is starting to tire of the occupational hazards. “The thing that I hate most – it sounds really trivial – is when a customer’s breath smells, that’s gross. Or when they try to touch you or push you for more, which happens a lot.”
Lap dancing is the ultimate tease. Men who agree to a dance are told how to sit (legs spread, hands placed safely on the velour banquette), as their dancer runs through the house rules. Only the punters are bound by the “no touching” rule. Dancers can get as close as they want, grinding…
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