Report from the
PURE White Party at Dinah Shore Weekend 2007
by Teresa Ortega
The first of the themed parties at the girlbar
Dinah Shore Weekend also turned out to be the most glamorous of
the parties I've attended so far, a view echoed by many of the
attendees I've spoken with since that night. The all-white
costume that was requested by the promoters lent an otherworldly
air to the event. Most women adhered to the all-white theme,
with most deviations either black-and-white or all
black. The walls and stage were also hung with white, airy
fabric, which allowed the evening's performers to create a
maximum impact.
On
the terrace of the hotel, a VIP pool party took place between
8-10pm for those who had purchased the VIP package. Two open
bars served drinks and two models dressed in all white served
cranberry vodka shots from a unique ice statue across from a
continually restocked hors d'ouerves table. A fire pit blazed
while a live DJ
played lounge-style music. Some celebrity appearances were
scheduled, but not Lucy. However, as the clock neared ten, Lucy
came down with an entourage to meet and greet attendees. She was
wearing a dark blue leotard-style top with dark pants and
sandals and her hair was swept up dramatically in back.
Once the VIP party broke up, we entered the large main ballroom,
hung with chandeliers. The room was packed with dancing women in
various stages of inebriation while a live DJ played pumping
dance music. The main stage was the focus for most, where teams
of burlesque dancers offered enthusiastic and elaborate dance
routines for the next several hours. The teams were incredibly
various in their themed costumes and dances. For example, one
team of muscular women in white wigs and lingerie emphasized
spanking, while another team styled as Bowie-esque "Space
Oddities" offered kinkier routines with lots of touching and
interaction with the audience.
Watching the dance routines, the audience became increasingly
wound up, especially when the dancers simulated sex by grinding
on each others thighs or nuzzling close between their partners'
undulating legs. Women in the audience would reach out to slip
bills into the girls' lace panties and perhaps get some skin
contact with a favored dancer. Periodically, a snow machine
would rain down white flakes into the excited audience. It
reminded me a lot of the mood that New York's
original Clit Club used to create when it was located in the
meat packing district back in the 80s. I mentioned this to a
woman I met that night and she agreed wholeheartedly, "YES!"
The most elaborate of these dance burlesque
routines was by a group I came to think of as "the Akemi
dancers." Set up as a mini-drama of sorts, the action began with
a young woman in a white Japanese robe and parasol taking center
stage. Several women dressed in traditional Japanese attire
surround her, dancing formally. Suddenly, the young woman begins
to take a more monstrous shape, her hair becoming wild and
unkempt, her robe becoming loose from her waist. Somehow, she
seems to be rising from the stage. During this transformation,
the
other women throw back their heads dramatically and begin to
snap and flash red fans to signal the change. Then the music
switched suddenly from Asian to pounding dance music and the
women ripped off their robes to reveal black and red lingerie as
they vamped before the screaming crowd.
All this is to say that the sizable
audience of women was worked up into a formidable frenzy of
sexual energy by the time Lucy was introduced. I think it's safe
to say that the audience had one thing on their mind at this
point, and then in steps Lucy, wearing a Warrior-evoking
chainmail halter and ready to conquer. From the front of the
stage, where the Xenites gathered, it was possible to get lost
in the many muscular planes and soft swells of Lucy's abdomen,
which peeked out from underneath the swinging beads of her
halter top and stretched down to the beltline. There the cut of
her chaps also offered a guideline for the eyes. As she turned,
the long stretch of Lucy's back became visible, only interrupted
by the line of a black bra and the halter strings. In front, the
deep V of her lace bra
seemed to invite stares.
Lucy's shoulders were lightly dusted with the gold body glitter
visible on her face and throat at the Roxy, making them glimmer
softly under the lights. Her hair was a buttery yellow and hung
in loose curls around her shoulders. All in all, it was a
perfect combination of hard and soft (with the possible
exception of the long FW fingernails--kind of a fantasy-killer
in my book, but at least we were warned, weren't we ladies?)
Lucy began her act with "Black Velvet" and the positive response
from the audience was immediate. You've seen the clips already,
so I won't restate the obvious. Instead, I'll highlight what you
might not have gotten from the clip.
Since the camera is on Lucy, you can't see the look in the first
dancer's face when she crawls out onto the stage. Throughout
"Black Velvet," the two dancers are fixing Lucy with the most
sensual, inviting, fuck-me looks imaginable. We'd seen looks
like that on the dancers' faces all night long, but now those
looks were trained directly on Lucy. Watching their
dramatization of quivering need, fear
and submission in response to Lucy's hell-on-fire song
renditions and sly, teasing gestures made the whole ballroom
pulsate with desire. The final Aerosmith song ended the evening
with an absolutely crazed intensity. I'm sure Lucy made a few
new fans that night; and for her old fans, it was incredible to
watch her once again and see her in command of such a large and
appreciate crowd.
