There was Gretta, a petite but solid blonde woman who walked on stage donning an old-granny mask, baggy clothes and a cane while The Beach Boys Little Old Lady From Pasadena sang in the air. The audience would cheer in excitement mid-song as Gretta peeled off her mask revealing her stunning face. Cheering continued as the body of a goddess emerged from the baggy clothes and the money would literally fly on the stage as the men stood in awe. Gretta was the embodiment of classic blonde beauty and top notch physique. Think; Brigitte Bardot meets Jessica Biel.
Loretta, a raven haired vixen from the island of Kauai, was another showstopper; a feature dancer performing just a couple times a year. Buzz in the air about her arrival equated to the club filled to capacity. I don't know if Loretta invented chair show choreography, but she sure did master it. I remember being star-struck by this exotic beauty who loved her Cannabis and was never shy about it. If the smell of a burning joint bothered you, you knew not to hang out in the dressing room when Loretta was in town. Each time I watched her show, I was mesmerized. In addition to Loretta's flawless, ivory skin and thick wavy hair (think Dita Von Teese) her oversized tattoo on her left thigh kept my gaze. I remember thinking only someone really hot could get away with a tattoo that large on your thigh. I don't even remember what her tatoo was, but she made it work. Not too many women could pull off Goddess with half their leg marked in ink.
One night in a local bar, some random guy came up to me asking if I had a large tattoo on my left thigh. I almost kissed him. Self-esteem and stripping do not go hand-in-hand and being mistaken for Loretta was one of the best compliments I ever received.
Gretta and Loretta were just a two of the many women throughout the years that helped my inner Goddess emerge purely by inspiration. Thanks ladies. Wherever you are.