I have been reluctant to post this long standing mainstay of my weekend entertainment because I don't want it spoiled by perv...I mean, out of place guys, but I realized that I'm just being an ass. Read on:
SoundFactory (
www.soundfactorynyc.com) is a 3000 person capacity mega-club located in NYC. See the link for info. Saturday night-Sunday Morning is their main party: a jam-packed meat market grooving to the house tracks laid down by Jonathan Peters. They call SoundFactory "the Pretty People Place" and they aren't kidding.
There are two types of hot women @ SoundFactory Saturdays:
Hot with natural breasts and Hot with boob jobs. There is a reasonable explanation for this: many many stripper types head there after work. What's most amazing is that there are larger natural girls there than implanted ones. Here is the girl which prompted me to finally post:
JP is laying down Luz's new line and I am deep in the rythem. I _like_ to dance. The smoke machine guy has had a heavy thumb all morning: it's 6 AM thumping towards dawn and I can not see more than 10 feet through the fog, the the strobes and the vibrating masses. I'm happy. Luz segues into Sunshine and the crowd shifts. Different beat, new dancers in the mix.
She is Latina. My height, thin, shining black hair ripped back tight into an ass covering ponytail. She is enormus.
Later comparisons with known online women result in something of an approximation of TW's girl: A little taller, a little bustier and not as much tummy.
A distended tight ribbed stretchy thing pours over her globes, misses her navel and is replaced later on by black skintights, the kind with the metal rings dripping down the sides. Her skin looks like the perfect tan, but it's not.
She's dancing. Arms in the air hips churning the music has her now. I can clearly see her chest from behind as she dances; the roundness of her breasts is wider than her back. They are moving on their own. I almost see the base rippling across her chest in steady marching beats.
I try really hard not to stare and get caught. I don't like making women uncomfortable. It backfires. I turn around with the beat and she Is GOING! Mad break through the crowd sees her once or twice many feet ahead and up the stairs. Gone. Forty minutes later, a grid search through all four levels has turned up nothing.
There were other hot women that night. I danced with, next to and far away from some of them. I wanted to dance with her.
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Before you start taking your ass out to SoundFactory, there are a few things you should know. SF is a very demanding enviornment on the body. I have known of and personally seen people get physically ill from being there without the help of substances. It is extremely loud. Extremely crowded. Extremely strobe-ish. Don't even go there if loud noises or mobs disturb you or if watching original Japanese Pokemon episodes reduces you to a frothing spasm.
Second, don't bother getting ther before 2AM. SF doesn't close until 2 PM Sunday, but by that time, "Pretty People" seems to be the result of the pills people have popped rather than any objective reality. If you are going there without female companionship, try to get there before 3:30AM. That's when it really starts to pick up and somethimes they don't let unescorted men through the door. This rarely happens earlier on.
Third, unless you are under 30 and in prime or better shape, you might feel out of place. The average guys there are cut and there are as many juice head iron-pumpers as there are normal build guys like myself. I don't mind being in the minority. I am confidant in the fact that I am happy with my body. Besides, I groove my hips to the beat and the average guy there can't dance for shit. If you are or look over 40 you _will_ sitck out like a sore thumb. You'd better be IceCube, 'cause the Coco's @ SF aren't going to give you the time if your old and showing it.
If you can deal, go ahead. You won't regret it.
And now a request: could someone please post the full version of picture #4 from Pixelust's "Bank Your Curves" Page. There was an uncropped version posted here a few years ago. Thanks.