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Private dancer

Far from hawking its wares in the seafront's sleazier realms, the city's only lap-dancing joint is in downtown Hove, actually. Pussycats opened its discreet door to Caitlyn McCarthy

Walking down suburban Church Street, past the Estate Agents, just before Hove library you might notice a discreet red door. Though it's a club, there are no flashing lights, no banging music and not a bouncer in sight.

I furtively ring the doorbell and wait to be let in. Only as I peruse the rules and regulations on the foyer walls: no photographs, no under 21's, do I have a hint of what awaits me behind the mirrored doorway. A friendly bloke lets me in. He searches my bag for photographic equipment, then reads out the club's four basic rules: "Touching is never permitted, A Dance costs 1 Kittenkash voucher, £10, Do not proposition dancers, Remain seated at your table." I gulp in anticipation.

He leads me down the stairs into the club. It's 9.30pm on Tuesday night and the club is quiet. Four pretty girls dressed in clingy, revealing dresses, sit chatting round a table. Beside them, a middle aged bloke, tie askew, looks like he's just finished a hard days work at the office. Another slightly younger businessman, suit jacket on, sits on the other side of the room, trying to look like he's not watching the girl who is dancing seductively on stage, but failing miserably.

The club is small and intimate and un threatening. Red walls are decorated with seductive black and white photos of all the girls who have worked here, mostly taken by the enthusiastic owner Ken McGrath. They are more Athena poster than Page Three; none of the girls are topless and they all look thoroughly pleased to be snapped. The place is packed with round tables and comfortable chairs and there is a small dance floor in the corner of the room, backdropped by floor to ceiling mirrors for optimum viewing. It's finished off with a dancing pole around which the girls gyrate and swirl to show what's on offer.

Pussycats has been up and running for nearly four years. Ken McGrath came up with the idea when he read an article on a chap called Peter Stringfellow who was planning to open up the first UK lap-dancing club in London. McGrath thought it sounded like a moneyspinner and decided to investigate the possibility. A year later, having acquired the basement of an old bank to start up his business, he came across a few hurdles. "The place stood empty for six months while we wrangled with the local authority about our licensing laws. The Church got together a petition of 500 signatures to stop the club opening and the police thought we would create trouble. We had a million objections," McGrath explains. The community has obviously been won over. The other day the local PC popped in after work to have his pipe and chat to the girls.

Ken McGrath is not what you would expect. The softly spoken Scotsman, an accountant and property developer by day, is more M&S cardie man than gold medallion man. Every evening before he comes to the club, he goes home to tuck his seven-year-old up and read him a bedtime story. He's passionate about his club girls' safety and would hate to see the lapdancing industry get out of hand in Hove. "If you go to clubs in Soho they're much more explicit but I wouldn't want that for Hove as it's my neighbourhood too."

The guidelines for the girls are very specific. They must keep at arms' length from the punters, they must never take numbers from clients, they must get in a car to travel home to limit the risk of stalkers. They have installed CCTV around the club and on the door to identify any troublemakers and the girls have the direct line to a police officer who is sensitive to their risks. At the end of their contracts it is pointed out that a lapdancer's career is short-lived, much like a professional footballer's, and suggests that the girls' consider taking out a pension. McGrath has every angle covered.

The club now has 10,460 names on the members list and an estimated 1,000 active regulars. McGrath explains, "In the week we get local regulars and at weekends it's packed with stag parties and tourists. Our ideal customer profile is AB, mid 40's, white collar professionals with big spending power on credit cards." And boy, do they.

Every time a girl strips down to her g-string and writhes around provocatively in front of the customer, she has a 'kittenkash' voucher worth £10 stuffed in her garter. The dance lasts three minutes 35 seconds and on a busy night the girls can squeeze a fair number into their eight hour shift. The club is open from 5pm-1.30am, Mon-Sat. The girls are reluctant to tell me how much they earn but they don't look shocked when I suggest they might take home up to £700 on a good night. A percentage of this goes to the club.

Most of the girls are in it for the money. Frankie, 27, a well-spoken brunette, has been working in the club for nine months. She decided to give lapdancing a whirl after she graduated from the University of Brighton with a degree in Visual and Performing Arts and needed money to buy camera equipment. "This job gives me the time and money to pursue my career as a documentary maker and script writer. I don't want to do lapdancing forever, but it's a fun job."

Like most of the girls who work here, Frankie hasn't told her parents about her job. "I'm proud of what I do but my Mum's from a different generation, she wouldn't understand." Frankie's one of the more experienced dancers and often acts as a mentor for the new girls. "It can be nerve-wracking when you're new, we look after new girls."

The club has a strict policy on age. If the girl doesn't produce ID to prove she is over 18 years old then she doesn't get paid. Courtney, a street-wise 18-year-old, brought her mum down to show her the club to put her mind at rest. On her first night she was more nervous that the other girls would think she was flat-chested than what the blokes would think of her dancing. In the first week a bloke grabbed her boobs as she danced for him but it didn't put her off, "Usually you can tell when they're going to do it and you can pull back in time. This time I wasn't quick enough. I wasn't scared because I knew the bouncers would kick him out. I was more annoyed that he felt he had the right to touch me."

The girls are propostioned on a regular basis and have a competition running to see who has been offered the most money. "One bloke offered a girl £1,500 to spend the night with him," boasts McGrath. But I talk to the real winner. Charlie, a 27-year-old beautician who got into lapdancing when she needed extra cash to bring up her young son, was offered £10,000 to spend a week with a client. Like all of the Pussycats girls, she wasn't tempted. "No way. He'd hardly be happy with a few lapdances at that price, would he?" she points out. McGrath has had so many requests from the clients to acquire the girls' knickers, he's thinking of adding this to his merchandise.

The girls might take their tops off and titillate blokes for a living but they all have their limits. They like Pussycats because they don't do full nudity and they don't have to compete with the silicone glamour of the London clubs. "It's a whole different ball game in London," Frankie winks. Allegedly, London punters can pay for 'private lapdancing' sessions which often lead to masturbation or full sex in a back room.

The girls get up to perform a group dance for one of a bunch of well-dressed, rugby-types who have just come in. To watch them dangle their boobs in front of the bloke's face and stimulate sex with one another, you wouldn't imagine they were thinking about doing their washing or what they were going to do with their kid the next day. The bouncer discreetly reminds the bloke of the rules, as he tries to touch the girls' leg. This is Hove, after all.

Lapping it up

The world's first 'table-side' dancing club opened in Fort Lauderdale in the US in 1972. There are now over 700 clubs in New York and a staggering 3,000 clubs across America.

The first UK lapdancing club, Cabaret of Angels at Stringfellows, was opened in London by Peter Stringfellow in 1995.

Pussycats was the sixth lapdancing venue to open in the UK.

The UK table dancing industry is under threat by US big player Spearmint Rhino. Earlier this year they opened two clubs in the UK, one in London's Tottenham Court Road and one near Heathrow airport. They have plans to open a further 20 clubs in the UK in the next few years.

The industry estimates that there will be over 1,000 clubs in the UK in five years' time.

Stringfellow has plans to create a chain of his Cabaret of Angels clubs by opening clubs in Paris, Birmingham and Manchester. "The way forward is the plc route," says Stringfellow.

There are plans to open a male gay lap dancing club in Brighton in the near future

 

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