Manchester’s Saffron always wanted to pose in the buff. She wanted to strip in front of an audience. She was working as a manicurist in a shop when a Voluptuous magazine photographer chatted her up. “I’ve always dreamed of being a stripper,” Saffron admitted. “I’d dream of standing on a stage and being watched by an audience of men, all wishing they could have me. I’d take off each piece of clothing and throw it into the audience. Sometimes I would actually stand in front of a strip bar in Manchester and think about going in. I would read about it and I managed to get my hands on top-shelf magazines. I didn’t tell anyone about my urges. It became a compulsion. But I was always too frightened to go in and have a look. What would I do there by myself at a table in a cabaret? I would be too embarassed. Would the customers think I was some tart looking to sell my body? Dancing and posing was always a fantasy to me because I didn’t know the first thing about applying to any agencies or companies. Then one day your man showed up at the shop I worked in, said I had a voluptuous figure and gave me his card, urging me to call him. It seemed like I had magically summoned him. So a few months later, I did telephone.”
