Yes, Yes, Yes! As Papa Dee's gals take it all off
IT'S saucy, it's seductive, it's exciting - and it's illegal.
Whipping it up: Naughty lap dancers rev up the randy patrons at a similar popular strip joint. Picture by Veli NhlapoPapa Dee's Pub in Mofolo North, Soweto, 3m from a primary school, pulls in the customers with outrageous striptease acts.
Sunday World went to the spot and observed with guilty pleasure the shocking exhibition of flesh.
This is a striptease with a difference - no cellphone images can be taken without risking being thrown out and having one's phone confiscated.
Between six and eight deliciously delectable women take turns on a pole set up on indifferently white-tiled floors under an expensively thatched roof.
They may be amateurs, but they sure excel in executing the most incredible aerobics and irresistibly seductive sex acts.
The 50ish Papa Dee, who owns and runs Papa Dee's Pub, in his house, intones into the microphone in a gravel voice: "You like the show? Do you want more?
"I'm gonna call the girls to come out for the last time."
He never uses the girls' names, so they remain anonymous.
"Which one do you like? You like No 4 (she came in fourth)?
"Okay, then you'll have to pay more money, otherwise she won't perform. If you don't ... I'm calling off the show...
"OK, here comes your no 4."
She comes out in lingerie, including a thong so thin one can floss one's teeth with it (they all wear holy black or lurid red), swings around the pole and slithers right up to the thatched roof.
She comes down, takes off the barely-there lingerie and rubs her bushy not-so-privates hard against the pole.
Another stripper joins in, simulates oral sex on her and the two engage in virtual lesbian sex.
Or she allows a patron to lick her nipples as she cuddles him with her melon-shaped breasts.
She sits naked on a patron's lap and starts performing unmentionable acts on his crotch.
It's all a tease. She returns to the pole and executes incredible sexual positions and aerobics.
This exhibitionism outlet clearly fulfills a deep illicit need.
The well-heeled crowd of between 150 to 200 mostly 20- to 30-somethings, all strong, young, upwardly mobile blacks, is hungry for riveting entertainment.
They've come from all parts of Soweto in their flashy four wheelers and when Papa Dee's closes at 2.30am, they're reluctant to leave.
As we drive off, the Sunday World team comes across desperate revellers in a jalopy seeking directions to the place.
