Berk: thanks for your own account -- I'm afraid I was overcoy when I said "Friday evening," since for me "Friday evening" can be a minute past noon -- that is to say, I caught the 12:45 PM matinee show, so I just missed out on getting your info, ah well. But thank you all the same. Paige, huh? A name to remember ...
All right, here's my Lovette experience. First, I got there early and was able to try something I'd been planning a while -- namely, a private dance with a local house girl I'd been having a good rapport with over the months. I think she looks a bit like Kirstie Alley in her 1980s heyday when she joined cheers. Anyhow, it was a very relaxed dance, a nice chat -- "Kirstie" isn't exactly the seductress a couple of others are, but she's a lot of fun.
The house girls till Lovette showed up were fairly perfunctory. The relatively rare sight of a couple appeared to my immediate right -- more about them later.
Usually the intro is something comically overdone, like Wagnerian opera, while the DJ barks data, but this sounded "canned." This was my first glimpse of Lovette being a bit control-freakish -- quite understandably, not badly, but I do think it helps to expect it with the total package. Anyhow, she came out in a crowned and fluffy costume, I guess suggesting a Snow Queen because "Hazy Shade of Winter" was playing (a nice thought during these humid times), but then the costuming came off and she warmed right up. Lovette is "large and in charge," she's got an "I've done it all and I'm ready to go again!" vibe to her.
She had fun with the couple. She took care of the man, but she also campily lezzed it up a bit with the woman too, getting her to open her shirt and show her bra and then rub her face around in the cleavage. Later, the man had a custom Polaroid taken, and he had Lovette on one side of him and his girl down to her bra on the other side. I doubt like hell they were Dick and Jane, but it's great to see that spirit out and about.
Lovette took care the audience, but I wasn't short-changed. She had me get up and sniff her removed panties, then rubbed her knockers all over my face. My only regret was that it was over before I knew it.
I got my own custom Polaroid from her, with her on my lap and my hands cupping her breasts. Then I got her to dance for me. I've had a few dances, but Lovette is one nasty (nicely nasty) whirlwind. She really lays on the come-on. She always called me "Gorgeous" and complimented my smell, the feel of my hair, and of course my inevitable erection. (She claimed to be an expert "dickologist.") We had to play it a bit cool, because the club's rules are relatively strict, but we were practically having sex. It was the most sexually explicit dance I've ever had, and I was free to grab her and knead her pretty much all I wanted. I had the feeling I could just as easily have been an extra in some video of hers. When we were done she talked about the Industrial Strip out in Chicago -- I haven't been to Chicago in twenty years, and I need to get back!
Oh, and an awkward note: MY BELT BROKE. Evidently that was one high-stress dance! Luckily I brought a briefcase, so I was able to camouflage the hitching up of my pants till I could walk to a store and buy a new belt. I'm declaring it a Lovette myth: "Men's belts spontaneously come apart around her!" I kinda like it.