Driving the Stripper Mobile
By Larry Archer
Imagine
a world where everyone is sexually satisfied. Where no matter how
horny you are, there’s always someone more than happy to help you
out. Where love is real and special, but sexual jealousy is close to
non-existent, so you can explore the infinite varieties of the flesh
with different partners without alienating your soul mate. Picture a
universe where sex has been divorced from guilt, where you can enjoy
your own body and the bodies of others without shame, no matter how
deviant your desires.
This
is Larry Archer’s universe. Welcome!
In
Driving the Stripper Mobile, Mr. Archer takes readers
on a light-hearted trip to Las Vegas, into the sex-drenched back
rooms of a strip club named the Fox’s Den. Our hero Don is down and
desperate. He’s lost his wife and his job; if he can’t scrape
together a bit of cash, his apartment is next. He spends his time
drinking and fantasizing about the strippers, but he’s too
depressed to take any action.
He
doesn’t deserve his hard luck. Jenny, a sweet-tempered, intelligent
dancer, strikes up a conversation with him and discovers he’s a
decent guy who needs a break – not to mention a fuck. For on
thing, he’s not really jealous when she comes on to other men –
and women – in the club. It just makes him hornier. The connection
between them grows stronger, even when she sucks off the club owner
Larry, and his wife Roxy (generally, and appropriately, known as
“Foxy”). Meanwhile, Larry, a tough guy with a dubious and
intimidating history, hires Don to build and drive the Stripper
Mobile, a truck outfitted in the back with an air conditioned
plexi-glass box big enough to accommodate two of Larry’s dancers.
It’s a hard job, but someone has to do it! Don manages to make the
publicity stunt hugely successful, despite the – um - distractions
of the gorgeous girls he’s ferrying about.
The
Stripper Mobile cruises up and down the Vegas streets, showing the
tourists and locals alike just how wild life is in the Den. Back at
the club, things get hotter and crazier by the minute, as Jenny takes
on an entire table of college boys, with a bit of help from the MILF
wife of another staff member. If anything, this brings Don and Jenny
closer – he loves all of her, including her sexual insatiability,
and he recognizes how important that acceptance is to her.
Driving
the Stripper Mobile is pure smut, with non-stop sexual action
from beginning to end. It doesn’t feel cliched or exploitative,
though, largely because the author’s enthusiasm shines on every
page. You can tell that Mr. Archer is writing about what arouses him
personally. That raises the book above your run-of-the-mill porn. I
don’t usually find this sort of wall-to-wall sex all that arousing,
but let me tell you, I had some amazing dreams after reading this just
before bed.
I’ve
given this book only three stars because the writing needs some work.
Mr. Archer’s dialogue tends to be stiff and unrealistic (very few
people talk in compound sentences), and there are some serious
problems with head-hopping. That’s the editor in me speaking,
though. I suspect that a lot of readers wouldn’t notice these
flaws.
Despite
these issues, I enjoyed the book. I particularly liked Mr. Archer’s
portrayal of women. Jenny, Foxy, Sally, Pat and the other female
characters are unapologetic when it comes to their love of sex,
including sex with other women. The men don’t look down on them for
being sluts – they appreciate them wholeheartedly. These guys aren’t
threatened by the women, either. When they’re not participating,
they enjoy watching, happy to be taken along for the ride.
Let
Larry Archer take you for a ride in the Stripper Mobile. If,
like me, you enjoy sex in all its variations, you won’t be
sorry.
1 comment:
Lisabet - Thanks for your review and I'll try to rein in my compound sentences and head hopping! I write from a swinger's point of view and as you point out jealousy is not normally an issue with us.
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