It was the Sixties afterall, the Missionary Position was being replaced by the Kama Sutra and the sexual revolution was about to unleash it's most devastating secret weapon, a set of large breasts that could be kick ass Kilamanjaro's attached to the fleshy Terra firma, and I do mean firma, of Carol Doda who knocked the sexual planet out of orbit and the stiff as a hard-on times on it's ass as she gyrated to a bump and grind North Beach beat.
Topless, her nipples alone were as large as headlights on '57 Buick and her ample breasts had the aerodynamic shape of lovely rockets ready to launch into space. Eventually she tossed away her thong to entertain the throngs with a furry vaginal display of pure honey dripping heaven as Doda went bottomless as well. One fine well formed firm ass, it would be a carnal spelunkers cave of delights.
The strip club stage was her domain and she ruled it with dripping sexuality, however along with the Condor Club stage she has been placed on a permanent pedestal in literature by author Tom Wolfe paying homage to her in his 1968 book, “The Pump House Gang." She also made her silicone silver screen debut as Sally Silicone in the Monkees film, “Head” giving new meaning to the song title..Pleasant Valley Sunday, as she danced in the buff her valley did indeed look pleasant and if Fellini were to use the Monkees tune the “Last Train to Clarksville” he would have had one hell of an interesting scene of a train pulling into a dark, damp Doda depot of pleasure. If it's a locomotive and sex, think Fellini!
Busty beyond mere imagination, the blonde bombshell is a product of the Bay Area, born in Solano County. Growing up in San Francisco she dropped out of school at 14 and because of her adult looks and fake I.D. got a job as a cocktail waitress. Eventually she went back to school during the day at the San Francisco Art Institute and worked nights as a waitress and dancer at the Condor Club in North Beach. She first bared those magnificent beasts of breasts in 1964 and patrons got hard-ons on a regular schedule as they kept coming back for more..and remember.."to come" is a verb! A mere 34 B at the time ...bigger is better especially in the boob biz so Doda was one of the first dancers to augment her tits with silicone injections to a massive 44DD!!
Her national fame grew as the 1964 Republican Convention hit town and delegates were salivating over silicone and not candidates. Hard to give a Republican a hard on anyway so that was one outstanding political statement on Carols part. By 1969 Doda was ready to bare all and dropped the panties and let the fur fly so to speak...she would dance the bar and the stage and you could not only enjoy the visual but also it must have been one of the great scratch and sniff moments in bottomless history. By 1972 San Fran enacted what could only be regarded as legislation designed to enforce Pussy Prohibition. NO NUDE DANCING in public places that serve alcohol. No PUBIC in PUBLIC!!! Platos' Pubic Republic had been replaced by Thongs for Throngs!!! (Right back where she started from!) Lets face it the thrill for her must have gone up in smoke. A freedom seeking pussy was now behind lacy bars, hiding the magic forest and it's secret cave opening.
Carol cashed in on her fame however when hired as a spokesperson for KICU-TV in San Jose, and she was still dancing three times a night at the Condor Club in 1982 over the age of 40 and still pumping it out while the patrons pumped themselves. She also took to adult films by starring in a couple of bombshell bombers....Never So Deep....Honky Tonk Nights and Seven Seductions.
She opened her own shop called Carol Doda's Champagne and Lace Lingerie Shop and started her own rock band called the Lucky Stiffs with the help of San Fran musician Greg Kihn.
Footnote: A part of Carol's act called for her to gyrate while descending to the dance floor atop a piano that was powered by hydraulics. As the piano began its slow erotic descent, Carol moved suggestively, powered by her own inner hydraulics, perched on the piano like a bouncing candelabra for an invisible Liberace..from that day on Carol had the gravitational power of a sun pulling patrons to her like orbiting planets in a topless universe.
One night after closing, one of the bouncers of the Condor Club, along with one of the clubs dancers, decided to make beautiful music together while lying atop the hydraulic piano. At some point during this symphony, the switch was hit and the piano began its slow rise to the ceiling. In time, the bouncer and the dancer were pinned to the ceiling, the dancer cushioned protectively by the bouncer who lay atop her, both of them squeezed between the ceiling and the piano like a bartender squeezing a lemon. The dancer was discovered alive in the morning by a janitor. As for the bouncer, it was the last concert performance of his career.