I walked in the Troc for the first time in 1972 when I was twenty-five. I had been given an assignment to photograph a stripper for one of my clients. The logical place to find one was at the Troc. It was only a couple of blocks from my studio so I stopped by to talk to the manager about hiring one of the dancers.

Mack was a character himself; physically imposing, a big man with a face that looked like it had been in too many fights. I was nervous approaching him about my request. My fears were unfounded. He turned out to be a sort of gentle giant, soft-spoken and very accommodating. He readily agreed to allow me to shoot my assignment in his theater and said he would introduce me to some of his dancers. We walked together through the theater and through a door on the side of the stage that led to the back stage area.

There we encountered Dee Dee who was hanging out with her boyfriend before going on stage. I was instantly drawn to her. She was petite with big dark eyes and a very friendly smile. She was wearing a beautiful embroidered gown that left her midriff exposed and barely covered her nipples. Her large breasts seemed to be bursting out. With Mack standing nearby, I told her about my assignment and asked if I could photograph her. She eagerly agreed.