As I sit here typing this, Chelsea's perfume is still wafting up from my shirt and I'm in a state of euphoria from having seen her just a few hours ago. It's the afternoon of Thursday, September 20, 2001 and I want to write this now while the details are still fresh in my mind. The softness of her skin and hair, her perfume, those breasts..... and all the little details of my visit to see her. I need to pour all of that out right now before it fades from memory.

But I need to start from the beginning. I'd seen Chelsea perform several times this year at the Market Street Cinema, (also known as MSC) in San Francisco before, but I'd never gotten a private one on one lapdance from her in the infamous "Star Room" there. That's a room at Market Street Cinema where, for a fee of course, you can get up close and personal with your favorite big boob star. Of course I'd had lapdances that had lasted 20 or 30 seconds, even a minute, during Chelsea's stage shows. But it had never just been me and her, in that room, for 10 full minutes, and I was determined that I definitely needed to experience that - at least once!

So after the last time I saw Chelsea, back in June, I decided that I'd just have to get a private dance from her the next time she came to town. I squirreled away some money and counted the days until Chelsea's return. When September rolled around, everything seemed on target and visions of Chelsea danced around in my head. First, though, a minor distraction occurred. That distraction had a name: Kayla Kleevage.

I'd been checking the Market Street Cinema schedule of feature dancers every week looking for news of Chelsea and saw that for the week before Chelsea was going to be there, Kayla Kleevage was featuring. It took quite a force of will not to blow some of my squirreled away Chelsea private dance money on a trip to MSC to see Kayla. It's not that I prefer Kayla to Chelsea, it's definitely the other way around. It's more than I've never seen Kayla in person, and being a huge boob fan of course I wanted to see her first hand and check out her boobs. But I exercised restraint and didn't make the trip to see KK.

The second distraction I encountered before seeing Chelsea wasn't a minor one - in fact, distraction isn't an adequate word for it. The World Trade Center bombings occurred September 11th. Of course, for several days after that, big boobs weren't at the forefront of my mind. When the shock had finally worn off a few days later and I thought again of seeing Chelsea, I wondered if she'd be coming out to San Francisco. After all, it seemed that our whole nation was in mourning and so if she'd decided to pass on a trip to California, I would have understood.

But on September 19, when I checked the market Street Cinema day schedule on the web, sure enough, Chelsea Charms was penciled in. Damn the torpedoes, I thought, she's in town and tomorrow I'm going to see her and get that private dance I've wanted for so long.

The morning of September 20th, I set out for work and started thinking of excuses to tell my boss that would enable me to slip away for the three hours total time it was going to take for an excursion to MSC. I definitely wanted to catch her 12:30 show and planned to leave work around 11 am. At 11:15 am, I found myself getting onto the 101 freeway and heading north to San Francisco.

As usual for me, things never go completely as planned when I visit the Market Street Cinema. I did walk in the front door of the place at 12:05, just after noon, with plenty of time for getting a front row seat for Chelsea's show. What I hadn't planned on was that there would be four housedancers all waiting in the lobby at once. I'd gotten used to fending them off on previous visits and so when one of the girls approached me as I was forking over the 20 bucks for admission to the place, I knew what to do. I smiled and told her she looked beautiful, but that I was on a strict budget today. She started to protest when I heard this voice call out from behind her. "You came to see me! It's been so long!"

My confidence in fending off the housedancers melted at this point because I knew that voice. I looked up and saw a shapely brunette with an entirely too small bikini and huge breasts smiling and coming toward me. "Hello, Sky", I said to her. Sky is my favorite housedancer at Market Street and while I'm normally happy to see her, I knew that spending any time (and more importantly, money...) on her was going to drain what I'd saved for the Chelsea private dance.

But I couldn't resist her as she gave me a tight big boob hug and slid off the top of her bikini. I don't know why, maybe it's naive on my part, but I just don't want to hurt her feelings when I see her and I can't bring myself to tell her no when she offers me lapdances. On top of that, I did a quick calculation and realized that I'd have enough left for a five minute private lapdance with Chelsea and a Polaroid as well if I limited myself to spending 50 bucks on Sky. So I succumbed and followed her upstairs toward a private booth. As I glanced down the stairs at the three other housedancers still standing in the lobby, I saw some sour looks. I guess business hasn't been good lately and these girls were jealous that I was a "regular" of sky's . Oh well - it's one thing for me to spend a bit of money on my favorite housedancer, but I definitely wasn't going to - and couldn't afford to - spend any money on the rest of these girls.

In the private booth, Sky gave me an incredible topless lapdance, as she always does, and rubbed her big boobs all over my face and up and down my body. For anyone out there who wants to spend some time cuddling up to a beautiful brunette with big boobs and an incredible body (she's a trained kickboxer!), I highly recommend seeing Sky. We talked for a while and although I was a bit concerned that she'd eaten into my Chelsea money, I'm actually happy I did spend some time with Sky. She sat on my lap while I massaged her big breasts and we talked about the World Trade Center tragedy, about how things were going with her, and about other things as well. I told her that people on the net had asked me whether there were any pictures of her available. She did tell me that there were a few pictures of her on the web and I did find one at http://209.25.175.188/7.sterling.folder/sterling.jpg. That picture was taken a while back because now she's a brunette and her boobs look MUCH bigger than they do in that picture. But it is one of the few pictures out there of her.

After a while, Sky did make an attempt to have me pay her a little more to extend our session. But I was iron-willed: in spite of her purring in my ear and letting me do whatever I wanted with those big beautiful breasts of hers, I wasn't about to spend all my Chelsea money on Sky. I told her that I was going to see Chelsea for a Polaroid and a private dance, and Sky sighed. "But you don't even know her and she won't meet you at a hot tub or for dinner like I will, whenever you want," she pleaded. "Just go see her stage show and forget the private dance. You can spend that money on me now, and I'll use these breasts to make you go home so happy" Believe me, it did take a lot of discipline to hold on to the money, hearing her say all that as she was grinding her big naked breasts up and down my body.

But I stuck to my guns and Sky relented. "You will take me out to dinner some time or meet me at a hot tub soon, though, won't you?" I told her that I'd love to, but that I thought it would be problematic given that I'm married and am not exactly rich! I did tell her that I'd try to see her again the next time I came to the club, though. "OK," she said. "But if you do decide you don't want a private dance with that Chelsea woman," she said, frowning, "I'm here all day and we can have more fun if you give me the money instead of spending it on her!" I told her I'd keep that in mind. She gave me a tight hug, which felt incredibly nice given the ample size of her chest and then I went downstairs and into the main stage room.

One of the housedancers who'd seen me walk in originally asked me if I wanted to go back upstairs with her for a private dance, but I told her that I'd spent my money on Sky. That became my mantra to all the housedancers who came up to me for the rest of the day: "You're very beautiful and I would have loved to get a lapdance from you, but I spent my money on Sky." And that pretty much worked. I think the girls do leave you alone if they know you've spent a little money on at least one housedancer there.

So I sat in the main stage room and waited for Chelsea's show to start. It was quiet and the room was sparsely attended. This never fails to amaze me. Arguably the most beautiful woman in the world, at least to big boob fans, is going to appear in roughly 10 minutes and there are maybe 12 guys in the whole room. Chelsea's the kind of woman you cross oceans and climb over mountains to see. I would have expected hundreds of fans there. Maybe it's because it was just after noon on a week day and everyone was at work. I don't know. But just like on other occasions when I'd come to see Chelsea, hardly anyone was there.

I grabbed a seat right next to the catwalk and watched a housedancer going through her moves. To be polite I tossed out a couple of singles onto the stage and she gave me a lapdance. Really I was just killing time before Chelsea's stage show. This dancer told me that her name was "Rebecca". I know I'd seen a "Rebecca" listed on the net as being a housedancer at MSC. I told myself I'd have to go look up some info about her later just out of curiosity. She wasn't very busty.

Rebecca finished up and I waited along with the 12 or so other guys in the room as music blared from the speakers above the now empty stage. X rated videos played on two monitors that were suspended from the roof on either side of the stage. MSC is such a surreal place. I don't think the management "gets it" at least as far as knowing what sort of atmosphere I'd like to see there. Watching two monitors showing an extreme close-up of an anal sex scene wasn't exactly how I wanted to while away the time until Chelsea's show, but hey, that's what they were showing.

I was sort of staring at the empty stage when I heard some gasps and a soft "damn..." from one of the patrons. I wondered what was going on but it just took a quick look to my right to realize the cause. Chelsea was making her way along the side of the room, going along the wall and walking down toward the rear of the room where the stage was. I probably uttered a "damn" myself as I gawked at her huge bust barely contained by the tight brown and white outfit she was wearing.

Chelsea disappeared behind the stage and the music for her routine started up. I think Chelsea must like lollipops because when I saw her in June, she'd opened her routine with the song "The Good Ship Lollipop" and this time her opening song was "Lollipop, Lollipop, oh lolli lollipop!" I was making the connection in my mind when she burst out onto the stage in all her glory from behind the curtain.

I don't care how many times I've seen Chelsea, it's always a hammer blow seeing her when she comes on stage. She was wearing a white skirt and a brown and white tight top. Her bust looks bigger every time I see her. I couldn't believe how huge her top looked this time. She is such a vision. Words don't really do her justice and neither do pictures of her. Seeing her strut around the stage in a tight outfit is something that always leaves me speechless.

I fumbled around in my wallet and managed to put a five dollar bill on the stage as my eyes tracked her every movement. I was the first one to put money on the catwalk and she rewarded me by coming over to me and taking off her top to reveal a bra that was stretched to the ripping point by her big cannonballs.

"Hi!" she said, and jumped down off the stage. Before I had a chance to respond, she stood in front of me, then came forward and pressed her huge breasts against my face in that sweet smothering move she'd done previous times when I'd seen her shows. Believe me, you just never want it to end. I spoke gently in her ear as she proceeded to grind her incredible bust up and down my torso. I told her I was happy she was back in San Francisco again and that I was scared she wasn't going to make it out here given all the airline problems after the terrorist attack. She laughed and said in that musical voice of hers, "I wasn't sure either!" I told her she was looking fantastic and she smiled, gave me a hug, and then jumped back up onto the stage.

I looked up, dazed, and saw that other people had tossed money out on the catwalk. Chelsea proceeded to dance around a bit, with that bra still on and then gave another lapdance to a guy sitting near me. I know that I read somewhere, I think in a Behavior article that Chili Palmer wrote, that a cardinal rule for patrons of a strip club is that you only glance at a girl giving a lapdance to another patron - you never gawk or stare out of respect. But with Chelsea it is so hard to just not have your eyes riveted to her no matter where she moves throughout the room. I tried not to stare too much when she hopped down off the stage to give this or that guy a lapdance, but I stole several long glances at her and her angelic form.

She jumped back on stage and the music played on, moving into a set of Billy Idol songs. Since she was mouthing the words to the songs, I suppose she might be a Billy Idol fan? Not sure, but really they could be playing just about any music at all and Chelsea's stage show would still be incredible. One of the songs was "Sweet Sixteen" or something like that by Billy Idol and she mouthed the words to it as she peeled off the bra and pulled down her skirt.

As I mentioned before, the first hammer blow I always experience with Chelsea is when she comes up onto the stage. But the second one is when she takes her top off to reveal her naked breasts in their gigantic glory. Again, words aren't really adequate. I grabbed a few singles frantically from my wallet and tossed them onto the catwalk. When she came over to give me another lapdance, I had enough composure to ask her whether she'd be available for Polaroids and a private lapdance after the show. "Sure," she said. "Just remember that they moved the Star Room upstairs, so you can meet me up there after my show."

This was great news. I should explain. The "Star Room", that chamber where fans can get long private dances with the feature dancers, had always been located back behind the main stage in an area called Sin City. It had always annoyed me that to get back there, for either a Star Room session or Polaroids with a feature, you had to pay the 20 dollar entrance fee to Sin City. What Chelsea was saying was that now you didn't have to pay that extra 20 and could just proceed upstairs to a private room.

Chelsea's show ended and there was a lot of applause. I saw a couple of guys get up hastily and head toward the entrance. Damn, I thought, they are probably heading upstairs to be the first to get a private show. I got up and headed that way as well. I got to the main lobby and bumped into Sky again. "So are you done seeing her?" Sky said, hands on her hips. I told Sky that I was going to get a private lap dance from Chelsea but that I did have an extra 20 bucks all for her since I wouldn't have to use it to get back into Sin City as I'd thought I would.

She brightened a bit at that and took me by the hand to lead me upstairs. "OK," she said, as we ducked into a private booth. "We'll have some fun until she gets up here." So I spent another five minutes for so with Sky grinding against me and waiting for Chelsea to arrive.

"Her breasts aren't soft like these," Sky implored, rubbing her boobs against me. "Why not skip the dance with her and just have some more fun with me?" But I heard a commotion outside and told Sky that Chelsea was probably here.

We went out into the hallway and sure enough, Chelsea had arrived and already it appeared that two people were moving to get in line for private dances. I managed to hop out to be the second in line. As the first guy ducked into the private Star Room with Chelsea, Sky came over to me and said, "You'd rather spend time with her and those ugly tits rather than with me? How can you like those things? You're whacked!" But she said it in a playful way and gave me a hug and told me to have fun.

I sat down on one of the chairs outside the Star Room and looked at the guy who was in line after me. I was amazed that it was just three people: this guy, myself, and the guy who'd gone into the room already with Chelsea. Only three people had come up for a private dance. Chelsea's a living goddess: she's an angel walking among us and only three lucky souls had currently come to pay her homage. I shook my head in amazement. Oh well, I was glad that hardly anyone was there, but I was surprised.

The guy who was sitting across from me, also waiting for a private dance, was a hulking figure. I struck up a conversation with him since I had nothing better to do and learned that he coached flag football. He had played some college ball and was pretty huge. But he had put on a lot of pounds since his hay day and looked very overweight. I asked him if he'd specifically come to see Chelsea perform today. "Nah," he said. "I came to see Kimberly Kupps, but it said downstairs that her show is postponed so she's not here today." I asked him whether he was bummed that Kimberly wasn't there and he said, "Nah, tits are tits."

I didn't tell him, but I had to disagree with him there. I do love all sorts of boobs, but Chelsea is definitely a unique treasure. To this guy, it sounded as though he really didn't know much about Chelsea and wouldn't have cared if it had been her here today or Kimberly or someone else. He just wanted "a pair of tits".

Actually, I had noticed on the marquee outside the place when I came in that not only was Chelsea featuring this week, but so apparently were Kimberly Kupps, Jerica Fox, and Mini Mounds. I would have loved to see all of them, but the clock was ticking and I couldn't just take the whole day off from work. So I knew that I'd have to get the private dance from Chelsea and then head out.

After a while, the first guy emerged from the room, looking very happy, and Chelsea came out as well, topless. She looked at me and said, "Come on in!" So I got up and shook the big guy's hand, then walked into the room with Chelsea. I told her, "I have 50 bucks for a lapdance and 20 for a Polaroid. Is that OK?" "Sure," she said, and got her camera out. "50 dollars gets you a five minute private dance," she told me. It would have been ten minutes, 100 dollars, if I hadn't paid Sky, but hey five minutes of heaven is better than nothing.

Chelsea opened up the curtain to the room and called out to the big guy who was still waiting out in the hall. "Hey, can I recruit you?" He got up slowly. I thought that if I were in his shoes and the most beautiful girl in the world was standing there topless and had said that, I would have jumped up like lightning to answer her call. He came over and Chelsea handed him her Polaroid camera. "Just point and shoot," she said. Chelsea sat in my lap on a couch in the room and I cupped her boobs from underneath with my hands. Off went the flash and then the big guy sat down on another couch in the room.

"Thanks," Chelsea said. "I'll call you when it's your turn." But the big guy didn't make a move to get up. "I'm gonna sit right here, it's comfortable." And he was being serious! I knew that I wasn't going to be able to enjoy my time with Chelsea while this guy sat and watched. Chelsea glared at him and then looked at the door and the guy reluctantly got up. He walked out and she shook her head then told me to sit on the couch.

She positioned herself facing me, sort of with her knees on my thighs. I ran my hands over her breasts and felt intoxicated. Her skin is so soft, and this was the first time I'd had a chance to explore her breasts slowly, leisurely. It's kind of strange: with a light touch her breasts feel soft but springy. If you squeeze just a bit more though, apply a bit of pressure and run your hands over her breasts, you feel kind of a "ridged' sensation. I had felt this before when feeling her breasts once during a stage show. Sort of like soft skin wrapped around two ridged and bumpy bowling balls. I hope I'm not making it sound as though it's not sensual though. It is. The sheer size of her breasts is mind-blowing enough and the texture of her skin is so incredibly soft that it's simply heaven to sit there and run your hands over her breasts at length. I was definitely enjoying this!

I could see that her eyes went to a half closed state and she started swaying gently back and forth as I continued to explore those amazing breasts. But I wanted to spend a little time talking to her. Maybe as part of her line of work, she learns to enter a trance like state and relax while her customer is experiencing heaven being in such close proximity to her body. But I didn't want this to just be a one way thing. I wanted at least to strike up some conversation with her so that she wasn't bored out of her mind and additionally I thought to myself: how often do you get a one on one chance to talk with a goddess like her?

So I said to her gently, "Last time I saw you, Sable Holiday was appearing with you as well. Are you two going to appear together again?" Her eyes opened and she seemed almost surprised that I was talking to her. Maybe most of her customers just are quiet and don't talk while they experience her awe-inspiring body. I'm not sure. But she did respond, "Well, club owners don't like us appearing together. It costs them too much to pay two big name features like us at once. They'd rather have a big name girl appear along with some smaller named features who they don't have to pay so much."

"So that's why Jerica and Mini Mounds are appearing at the same time as you rather than Sable?" She nodded in response to my question.

I continued to knead her breasts gently, but there was so much I wanted to ask her, so I continued. "I as scared you weren't going to be able to make it out here after the whole terrorist attack. Where were you when it all happened?"

"I was in Chicago, actually," she said. "Someone called me that morning and told me about it. It was just awful. But it turned out that Chicago was a good place to be stuck."

"Why?" I asked her. I was engaged in the conversation, but as I mentioned earlier, the whole time my hands were experiencing tactile bliss exploring every square inch of Chelsea's boobs and feeling her nipples. Additionally, my gaze pivoted up and down, from Chelsea's beautiful visage down to her amazing tits and up again.... wow!

"Well," she said, "Chicago isn't really all that far from Minneapolis. I called some friends and they drove down to pick me up and drove me back to Minnesota."

"That's good to hear," I replied. "After this session and your session with the guy waiting outside, what are you going to do all day," I asked her.

"Well, I have shows all the way up until 11:30 PM tonight, so I'll give some private dances in between those. And when I'm not doing that, there's always a lot of computer work I can do."

I thought to myself that it must not be very fun for Chelsea to be stuck in a, for a lack of a better word, "dive", like the Market Street Cinema, all day long. But she seemed to be fine with that although she did have some amusing comments when I told her that it was great they moved the Star Room out of Sin City.

"Yeah," she said. "It was ridiculous that guys had to pay 20 dollars to get back there. But this room is just as dingy as the rest of the place."

"I've seen on the net that you've started to offer private dances outside clubs," I said to Chelsea. "How's that going?"

"It's going pretty well," she said. "One of the reasons I started doing that is that at places like Flashdancers in New York, they don't allow any contact at all between the fans and the dancers. By giving private dances off the premises I can get around that."

Then I asked her if alcohol was served at any of the places where she normally features. She said sure and I was surprised at that. I told her that I'd be worried that someone drunk might get rowdy.

"Rowdy is good," she said, to my surprise. She laughed at my astonishment and explained. "Any time you get someone in the crowd who is a little rowdy it pumps up the energy of the room and I love that. I mean, out here in San Francisco there aren't many guys at the shows and sometimes I wonder if people are asleep. Actually they are asleep sometimes, with the homeless people who come in here."

I nodded. I had seen a syringe on the ground outside the club this visit and had always noticed the droves homeless people who mull around near Market Street and Seventh. It's not a great area.

I talked a bit more with Chelsea and did spend some time just enjoying being so close to her. In some ways I wish I had talked less with her because of a syndrome Pandora Peaks once mentioned in an interview.

Pandora said that one of her fans on meeting her in person told her that he didn't want to talk to her very much. She asked him why and he said that he wanted to preserve his fantasy vision of her rather than getting to know her as a real person. That's sort of the phenomenon I experienced in the Star Room with Chelsea. I could have spent the time in silence, just exploring her breasts and losing myself in the fantasy. But instead I chose to talk with her and the more she said, in her sweet voice with that ever so slight Minnesota accent, the more I was thinking of her as a person and not as this remote fantasy goddess. It's kind of hard to explain.

All things considered though, I'm glad I did spend a lot of time talking to her. And as it turned out she spent the full 10 minutes with me even though I'd paid her 50 bucks rather than 100.

Chelsea told me she'd be back in San Francisco in December. I guess I'd better start saving my money again. Next time I won't spend any on housedancers! Yeah right.

-Capper

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