Car show

I just realised that because I put page breaks in my epic post yesterday, some of you may not have clicked on it and noticed, there's loads of it, so go and have another look if you missed out.

I didn't get to bed till 12 when I got back from my Abby Winters adventures and had a reasonably early start the next day, as I had to go and exchange my euros so I could buy my parents birthday presents and pay my council tax, which I had managed to beg an extension for till Friday. I then had to get my bum ready and in the car ready to meet Trinity at 5pm, so we had time to plan our shows and also to get ready etc.

I didn't have a blog when I did this event last year but it is a bit of a head fuck on all fronts. The types of people you get in the lap dancing tent at a car show are exactly the kinds of people you expect to find in the lap dancing tent at a car show and as a collective mass can be a difficult bunch. There is always that fine line between a cheering crowd who are with you and egging you on and a rabble who could turn at any minute and become an unmanageable surging mess. My job was to perform two live lesbian sex shows in order to re boost numbers for the lap dancers, a role that only some of the dancers were happy about. The stark difference between AW work and this was HUGE! I reverted back to my state of worry around these ladies and kept finding myself slopping off to hide. There were some lovely women who were unquestionably hot but there wasn't a warm family feel like in Amsterdam, more like a cleach that I wasn't a part of.

I really enjoyed chatting to most of the groups of men outside the tent whilst trying to drum up numbers and there were some really lovely individuals (you know who you are) who made my night. There were the inevitable few who had drunk to much and tried to get hands on and although I never felt unsafe (security was tight and everywhere) it did bring the question of female exploitation fresh in my mind. It's funny I am the loudest person when it comes to laughing at women telling me I am being exploited and objectified through my work but if anything was going to make me an object it was this weekend as my role was exactly that.
Its hard to put into words and I'm kicking myself for not writing this down while it was fresh. This blog is like trying to remember a dream, the more minutes that pass the more the facts slip away. I think what I am trying to say is that it was a very carnal atmosphere with groups of women trying to sell themselves to a drunken mass of men who just wanted to get their cocks hard and cheer and leer, nether side was showing a full rounded version of themselves we were all just walking sexual stereotypes. Now I am writing this I don't see anything wrong with either situation but at the time when your in it you do feel a little odd.
One of the reasons I was a terrible lap dancer was that I got chatting. One of my natural skills I am very proud of  is that people tend to tell me things, very personal and intimate things, very easily. I'm quite a good listener and I think I maybe have one of those faces you can trust but either way it doesn't take me long to feel that I know a little about a person - although to counter this I also suffer from the fault of always seeing the good in people, which is usually fine but can lead to a few problems. Either way when I lap danced I'd have spoken to the person and usually knew why they were there, or where they grew up or their favourite sexual position/encounter etc and that's how I liked it. It didn't always pay off, once you have sat and told someone you think your wife is cheating on you or all about your child hood, the last thing you want to see is them naked. So they'd get their chat from me and then head over to one of the more traditional scary lap dancers for their kicks. I think on reflection that's what I didn't like about the car show, everyone was a cut out of their gender there was no depth. 

Tell you what some of the dancers were amazing though, its been a long time since I pole danced and I used to love watching girls dance around the pole pulling tricks. I was very much a tricks based pole dancer as I can't actually dance so it was especially sexy watching the girls who danced as well as flipped upside down etc - in my mind there is nothing sexier than a girl who can dance with fluid movements and body awareness.  

I apologise for the quality of these videos, it was very dark and the more I brighten the footage the more quality I will lose so this is as good a balance as I can get. As with all my blog videos if you keep the screens small the quality will appear better. The sexy lady above also took some video on her camera which she said was a bit better with light problems so if her footage is much better I'll post it up when I get it.

I did however love the performing. I am kicking myself that I didn't film on the first night as in my opinion that was the best performance we did. At the end we turned the music right down as I was covered in hot wax and cam and you could hear the crowed cheering me on, it was the biggest buzz I loved it. I think maybe the atmosphere had to be that grimy and seedy for me to get the end sexual kick of cumming to a dirty football crowed all wanting to see me fisting myself or doing 69s or being fucked with a great big strap on! You know how I have my dirty humiliating abduction fantasies, well this was the closest I will ever come (would ever want to come) to living one out and that made up for everything else I have said, best sexual buzz ever!

Another post Aw problems I had was the match. As you may or may not know AW put a great deal of effort into matching the girls up to make sure everyone gets the best sex possible, they deliberately pair girls who's sexual kicks and personalities will compliment each other and sadly I don't think Trinity and myself are a good match. We are both very head strong women and want to rule and lead the show, neither wants to follow the others wants and both had a very firm but different idea about what would make the best show. Don't confuse my words, Trinity is a lovely person (she bought me lunch and everything) and is very easy to talk to and very professional in her manor and is very good looking, she is just not a good match for me sexually. So this meant that on the first nigh she pretty much took a back seat and followed my lead as I took the action down to the floor right in front of the guys so they could really see what we were doing and took a back seat really as I stole the show by making such a big deal about how and when I cam, I even brought a guy to the front and let him hold the toy while I sucked it off while fingering myself.

On the second night Trinity led the show as a kinky dominatrix and spent her time with a few guys on stage pouring my wax on them and leading the show while I took the back seat. In day one the emphasis was on creating a sexy true lesbian experience for the guys to watch, day two was about getting the guys involved and humiliating them with a bit of g/g tacked on the end. Judging by the cheers and leers, the audience liked both shows equally and at the end that's all that really matters but they were very different and my ego took a bit of a bashing day two as I imagine Trinity's did day one.

So to play us out here are highlights from the last sex show we did. Ten points goes to the lovely lad we dragged up on the stage and his mate for filming for me. Sorry about your dolphin toy, I was really sad it got stolen in the crowd.

I got back home at about 4am Sunday morning and I was dead on my feet. If I hadn't picked a friend up from Nottingham on my way through to Leeds I don't think I would have managed the last 20 miles with out needing to stop for a sleep. On Sunday proper I had to get up, pick up a dog sitter for Poppy and drive over to a place called Bridlington in East Yorkshire to meet with my family, who were supposed to be celebrating my grandparents 60th wedding anniversary and also in a smaller way my parents birthdays. We were all coming up to Yorkshire as that's where they used to live, my grandad was a ship architect in Hull and designed submarines during the war, where he met my nan who was a Secretary there. Sadly my grandad became ill  and is in hospital back home in Norwich so it was a bit of a strange gathering. It was lovely seeing my younger cousins, sisters, in laws etc and the place we stayed at was amazing! It was wonderful sitting outside in the hot tub with a long tall glass of something cold having a giggle but it was missing some grandparents. Who knows what power the good will of others can have but please wish him back to health, there's quite a few people read this blog and it might help. I am luckily  working near Norwich soon so can go and visit and see if I can be of use as I know my mum wont be able to stay more than a week.