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Everything you wanted to know about love, marriage and strip, but were afraid to ask… Strictly Adults Only! 18+

A Deon Opperman production featuring Survivor winner & Lollipop Lounge owner, Gigi.

Nipple Caps & G-Strings is relevant, humourous, sensual and very revealing. And most importantly, it’s a show that will be enjoyed by both men and women.
GiGi is best known as the owner of the LOLLIPOP LOUNGE, an exotic dance club in Randburg, Johannesburg. Recently she dominated headlines when she became the winner of the reality TV series, Survivor: Carolina.

With skill and verve, she takes the audience on a dynamic no holds barred, tell-it-as-it-is journey that will leave them breathless, for more than one reason… With creative charisma, GiGi engages the audience and, by demonstrating & explaining the art and techniques of a lap dance, she entices volunteers to partake in a class on erotic dancing and even holds a demonstration of a typical stag party.
Whilst the show certainly provides luscious entertainment, the main objective is to make sense of the naked truth.
Acute questions are asked:

• Why are strip clubs so popular?
• What goes on in a strip club?
• Why do people go to strip clubs?
• What role does desire play in successful relationship?
• Is “sexy” an attitude? And finally:
• Where does love fit into all of this?

Nipple Caps and G-Strings is relevant, humorous, sensual, and very revealing. And most importantly: It’s a show that will be enjoyed by both men and women.

Hi everyone!!!

It’s with great excitement that we have launched, for the very first time in South-Africa, our Las Vegas-style Wedding Chapel.
And it,s happening here at the Lollipop Lounge.!! Thanks for your support and encouragement in helping us reach this milestone. Cheers to exotic wedding dresses and we hope never a blushing bride. Great fun for wedding parties and an even greater experience for all.

Getting married has never been this much fun!!
Click http://www.lollipopchapel.co.za for more info

xx
GiGi

Tonight I am going to talk about the magic of being a performer. Especially doing a one woman show as I do with Nipple caps and G-strings. I played at the Civic theatre for 5 months. Tuesday to Saturday nights. I you think of the nitty gritty. It’s the same story every night to a different audience. If I was a product my tag line would be GiGi…a true performer, in all I do. So there you are waiting in your dressing room. The audience shuffles in. You can hear the laughter, the whispers, and the comments. They are waiting in anticipation…and that what the theatre is about anticipation…waiting for something to happen…and you must feed the beast. They bought their tickets, paid their money and now you must succumb to their expectation. The time is counting down .You check every detail of your make-up while you do a word run. And I do a full word run before every show. On stage you have only one chance not like the movies there is no second take. You know you must concentrate even though you have performed the play a thousand times. Now you wait in the wings. The dusty smell of only a theatre. You warm yourself in the blue lights behind the set. You warm up. Shaking your hand and feet and rolling your head. You must look relaxed. The opening music starts and you take you place on the darkened stage. As the opening music starts you have time for a quick prayer. And the lights go on and it’s you and the audience. This is when you concentrate on your voice. You have to make sure that the back row receives the message crystal clear. And from now on you have to make sure the audience likes you. The first half of the play is 45 minutes and there is nowhere to hide. Sometimes on stage I wished I had rather stuck to dancing as I did for 15 years. Adding your voice makes you so much more vulnerable. As Jean Paul Sartre quotes” Acting is happy agony! “Or as Rosalind Russel said “Acting is standing up naked and turning around very slowly!”

I July last year I was fortunate to do an evening tour in the oldest theatre in the world the Colosseum in Rome. The building was finished in 80 after Christ. Four storeys with room for 55 000 spectators. The lowest storey close to the area for the prominent citizens. Below the ground was holding cells for slaves ,gladiators and cages containing wild animals that would be the surprise element during the shows and appear in the middle of the arena. There was 1 entrance where the slaves, wild animals and gladiators would enter before the show in the morning. No running water, no food, no toilets. Image the smell. As a slave you had no choice. You did not know when you would be called  or who you fight. You had to to do the performance of a life time. If you lose you would pay with your life. If you win you could walk free. I was in awe of these performers.
Oscar Wilde quoted, “I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms, the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what’s it’s like to be a human being.

I agree with Marius Weyers. One of our best stage actors. It’s lonely being an actor. In the dressing room and on stage. I do not talk to any one before the show or in the dressing room. I must prepare myself for the task at hand….”I have to feed the beast!”

I think back to my student days. I studied drama at the University of Stellenbosch, not because I had an incredible talent, but because of an English high school ­teacher who introduced me to the wonder of theatre. The stage, the wings, waiting for the audience to settle, your entrance and then: magic! I knew I wanted to study drama, or rather, study the magic of anticipation. My mother had other ideas – a nurse, a flight attendant.

But not for me carrying bedpans or being a glorified waitress! Not to mention the fact that I hate air turbulence. A long road followed to the Lollipop Lounge. Owner of a lapdance venue, actress and winner of Survivor. A road less travelled by many young women.

Three young girls came to see me today at the club. To be wait­resses, to earn cash, to make ends meet. I studied a brunette as she walked in. She was on heels, with a tight bum and leggings that ­showed off the bum even better.

“I’m sorry,” I start, “I don’t see a waitress. I’m seeing a showgirl.”

She giggled: “I can bellydance!”

I hear my receptionist snigger in the background. She knows me by now. My receptionist was a brilliant dancer herself in the day. “Dancers make 10 ­times more money than waitresses. Do you want to make money or really good money?” I ask, studying her closely. “We can train you as a dancer. If you don’t like it you can always change to a waitress!”

This is my normal speech. There is another option. Where in life do two options come your way? Two ways of making money in this day and age, where students storm universities to register. A career. “I’d like to give it a try,” the young brunette with the tight bum smiles.

She comes in the same night to start her new career as a dancer, but throws in the towel. Taking off her clothes is not for her. That’s ­fine. She will become a waitress and stand on the sideline watching dancers make 10 times more money. She will respect those brave girls. She will always remember that she tried to be an exotic dancer. She will be proud she had the guts to try. She will tell her grandchildren many years from now and they’ll say, “Wow, Grandma! We can’t believe it. It’s so cool.”

Truly a long and winding road.

Love
GiGi
xxx

But back to our year end-party. We crowned the Best Waitress of 2011, the most Promising Young Dancer and Miss Personality. And then the announcement everyone was waiting for. The Top Show girl of the year…. LoLa.
I am so glad for Lola . We have come a long way. In the beginning of my career I was doing endless competitions and one of these events was called Miss Golden G-string at a club called Monroe’s in Sunnyside Pretoria. The clubs used to phone my agent to book exotic dancers for these competitions to tease and lure “normal girls” from the audience to take part in the raunchy happenings on stage. LoLa was a tall teenager with long, long legs and blonde locks that fell to her waist. She was angelic. She entered the competition and that was the birth of a true showgirl. I was so proud on Thursday night. She deserved all the praise.

The Lollipop Lounge was packed. We entertained our suppliers, our bookkeepers, our loyal customers and through all the jollification a brunette with a strong English accent rubbed up against me. “I am a 29 year old strip club virgin” she piped. “I love the atmosphere, the girls are so gorgeous. This is my first strip club visit ever and it’s the most exciting evening ever.” I looked at her in amazement. “Your first time ever?”  “Yes, but not my last! “She swayed her hips suggestively as she turned her back on me.  I smiled. We must be doing something right.

One of my customers came past. Hugged me and whispered…”This has been one of my most difficult years ever. The Lollipop Lounge was my lifesaver.” Yes it’s been a long tough year. The neon signs on the roof caught alight one freezing cold night middle of June at 5h00  in the morning and I raced towards the club. I arrived and stood in amazement as the firemen already on the roof put out the electric fire.  We were lucky. My security guard got rewarded for his swift response. We must count our blessings.

Have a great festive season and may 2012 be the best year ever!!

Love
GiGi

It was our year end function on Thursday night. The end of the year at the Lollipop Lounge was met with double standards. On the one side I will be relieved of the late nights. The ever flowing stream of invoices that always needs to be paid. The endless listening to all the stories and drama that only women working closely together can create. The overload of admin as the salaries and bonuses were paid. From my side the end of the year meant rest and switch off. For many of my employees it means their way of making a living stopped dead in its tracks for 3 weeks. For my floor staff it meant family time. They will be traveling far to get to the ones they love and by the first week of January they will take the route back to the Lollipop Lounge. Hopefully rejuvenated, ready to tackle the bulls by the horns.

But back to our year end-party. We crowned the Best Waitress of 2011, the most Promising Young Dancer and Miss Personality. And then the announcement everyone was waiting for. The Top Show girl of the year….LoLa. I am so glad for Lola . We have come a long way. In the beginning of my career I was doing endless competitions and one of these events was called Miss Golden G-string at a club called Monroe’s in Sunnyside Pretoria. The clubs used to phone my agent to book exotic dancers for these competitions to tease and lure “normal girls” from the audience to take part in the raunchy happenings on stage. LoLa was a tall teenager with long, long legs and blonde locks that fell to her waist. She was angelic. She entered the competition and that was the birth of a true showgirl. I was so proud on Thursday night. She deserved all the praise. The Lollipop Lounge was packed. We entertained our suppliers, our bookkeepers, our loyal customers and through all the jollification a brunette with a strong English accent rubbed up against me. “I am a 29 year old strip club virgin” she piped. “I love the atmosphere, the girls are so gorgeous. This is my first strip club visit ever and it’s the most exciting evening ever.” I looked at her in amazement. “Your first time ever?” “Yes, but not my last! “She swayed her hips suggestively as she turned her back on me. I smiled. We must be doing something right. One of my customers came past. Hugged me and whispered…”This has been one of my most difficult years ever. The Lollipop Lounge was my lifesaver.” Yes it’s been a long tough year. The neon signs on the roof caught alight one freezing cold night middle of June at 5h00 in the morning and I raced towards the club. I arrived and stood in amazement as the firemen already on the roof put out the electric fire. We were lucky. My security guard got rewarded for his swift response. We must count our blessings. Have a great festive season and may 2012 be the best year ever!!

Love

GiGi

Now, you see, I know the world of an actor. The auditions, the long periods without work, the little money if you are lucky enough to get a job. The words “Next!” after a short audition piece that you had such a good feeling about.

You see, I studied Drama at Stellenbosch before the world of Exotic Dancing swallowed me up and spat me out. Not in an ugly way, when you see someone hanging over the toilet, trying to clear his gut from what upset his stomach. My spitting out, was the birth of a wiser, streetwise performer. GiGi the showgirl was born. I must say it took many, many shows and many, many late nights before I truly made my mark by 2004. It was the stories of those years that captivated by little audience on those cold and raining nights in Melkbosstrand. “I am coming to waitress for you as soon as this production is finished.”

One red haired born and bred Nelspruit performer proclaimed. “I am coming to visit!” The aloof brunette on the couched joined in. “Really?” I teased in a playful manner. “I have never been to a strip club, GiGi! I am coming to visit!”

Two months later the young red head joined the Lollipop Lounge as a waitress. She started with enthusiasm. She had an energy and freshness that was contagious.

Then two weeks later she phoned. “Sorry GiGi, I cannot do this. I can’t sleep, the long hours are killing me and deep down I just do not feel good. Earning tips from customers that ogled at girls for hours on end.” And so came the end of my red haired co-actor, cum waitress.

By the end of the year. I was wondering what happened to the aloof brunette. I phoned her up. “I have not seen you for ages. Come for dinner at the Lollipop Lounge. I will show you around. There are so many of my friends that would like to meet you!” She phoned two days later. “ I am sorry GiGi. I am not going to lie. I can never visit the club. Please forgive me, but it’s not my kind of place.”

Only then did it strike me. Although they might be actors, they are still ordinary people with ordinary lives and I am on the outside looking in.   I appreciated her honesty. I took my friends to meet with her at a little Portuguese restaurant down the road. She looked like she enjoyed the dinner and the company. We kissed and hugged and went our separate ways.

Separate worlds, separate dreams, light years apart.

In complete panic our SSG guard presses the panic button and all hell breaks ­loose. Police and SSG vans ar­rive in full force. Meantime our protesting client passes out face-first on the grass. This isn’t a script for Get Shorty, I pro­mise you this really happened.

Now between the SSG patrol van and the police they decide it would be better for our unfortunate customer to sleep it off in Randburg police station. We the Lollipop Lounge de­cide not to press charges for the window pane. So the police, after collecting his wallet, cell and ID, load him carefully into the van. SSG took all the details of the police and handed it to my head bouncer.

A job well done. On Saturday morning my auditor phones. “Morning GiGi.”

“This is very early for business,” I reply. He’s not his usual friendly self. “Well something strange happened last night. One of my clients that I sent down to the Lollipop Lounge for lunch ended up in prison last night. His wife had to pick him up at 5.30 this morning. He is an Austrian. Only here in South Africa for a short business trip.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “Well, all lot can happen between 15:00 and 22:00, South African citizen or not,” I squeak, trying to explain.

The lesson: … If you end up letting it all hang out, watch your language, your manners and don’t pass out face-first on the grass… See you on December 15 at our year-end function!

Love
Xxx
Gigi

Gigi writes a weekly column for Scoop – click http://scoopnews.co.za to see!
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What baffles me is where did a 19-year-old work before she discovers in November that her true calling is that of a lap dancer? But all things apart, I’ve been enjoying the effect these young ­ones ­have on my establishment.

Now you see, a strip club has rules. Not rules like you can’t do this or you must not go there, but intricate rules laid down by the lionesses of the pride.

These hunters of prey have tasted the money. They have their own favourite clients. Their own favourite corners. They do not share. They do have an underlying respect for each other. This respect, of course, disappears when the big money spender arrives in her absence, but nevertheless they work in close harmony – and they have done so for many years.

But the new young vixens are bringing out the claws. I know that only a few of these wannabee young lap dancers will survive this harsh industry. I know they will change to blonde (blondes do make more money) and the boob job will ­come. She will get to know the taste of money and the sparkle in her eyes will go when another double shift is finished. She’ll tell me what a wonderful husband she has, who looks after the kids while she is taking off her clothes.

But for now, these new girls are over­zealous. Their dancing on stage resembles that of a young giraffe learning to walk. Their boobs are perky and their little bottoms firm and white. They dance without look­ing for the spotlights on ­stage. They do not know the value of the sunbed and hair exten­sions, yet.

And yes, “yet” is the dreaded word. Because all of this can and will change fast. When they realise that it’s all about the money. Tasting R5?000 a night. That will be the turning point, and the older lionesses know this too well. I had a smile on my face when one of the new vixens did a lovely raunchy lap dance that left the customer grinning from ear to ear. Dazed, he handed over his R300. I had to remind her as she left him that she ­forgot to remove her G-string and bra. She giggled and turned back to ­finish. Only at 19 will you be forgiven for such an oversight. She was given another R200 for a job well done. I saw the older girls measuring her up, discussing her, smiling as she walked past. They saw themselves 10 years ago, but there was no sisterly feeling. Here the strongest survive. She will have to prove herself. She will have to endure. She’ll have to change from the “struggling-to-dance” ­giraffe to a leopard.

I wait in anticipation!

Love
Xxx
Gigi

I realise, after 15 years in the erotic industry, how great the magic of these gem squashes are as we release them night after night from where they lie cradled in their little lace packaging.

As Lola releases them on stage, they hop out, no gravity in sight, and stare you straight in the face. And to grab attention even more, she can move them individually up and down. Now that is muscle control. I take special pleasure in watching my clients become putty in Lola’s hands.

Oh, so gullible, this special breed… men. As Victoria releases her boobs, they bounce and jump back to their position. Not too big, not too small. So inviting… advertising her immortal youth. Her nipples like two red cherries – the forbidden fruit.

As Gaby releases them from her extra-laced bra, they drop down and their noses point to the floor. They are the mighty Aphrodite. They might not look you straight in the eye, but you will find their awkward shyness alluring.

Now please don’t be fooled. You often hear the guys talk: “I’m a bum man!” The other will reply, “No, I am more a leg man!” Rubbish! After years, I know the truth: they are all boob men!

The French understand boobs. They ­like them natural. In all the topless shows I have seen in France, the boobs are perky and not too heavy. Like fresh peaches.

Typical of all things American, their boobs need to be the biggest. Young water­melons resting on a skinny frame – that’s what the American Dream has be­come. I have worked with many dancers who, after years of natural boobs, acquire watermelons. Their bodies have to adjust to the extra weight they carry and they become twice their size to accommodate the twins!

For myself, I am blessed with boobs that have a will of their own. They love the stage. My nipples will always jump out and stand to attention. I remember dancing at the Venda Sun, 40 degrees and the glue of our false eyelashes melting. But there they were, erect and ready. Yes, my boobs are true performers.