Thursday, June 1, 2017

Co-Ed Bachelor/Bachelorette Party

Last weekend, I stripped at a co-ed bachelor/bachelorette party alongside another charming and beautiful female dancer named Maria. I would write about the experience, but she spared me the effort and chronicled the details of the event on her blog.

Please check her page out here:

She takes takes bookings along the Gulf Coast area, from the Florida Panhandle, Southern Alabama, Mississippi, to New Orleans. She's also very pleasant to talk to and very professional (and carries a very positive attitude about her work), so I highly recommend her.

Here's a video she made of the event:

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Random Request from Instagram

My e-mail account ( gets fewer and fewer e-mails these days. I realize that's because everyone is using social media apps to communicate. My Instagram account, for instance, gets bombarded by interesting messages.

Here's one example:

Believe it or not, I get tons of messages like these or worse. 

But this is a good example of how NOT to introduce yourself.

First off, his opening line is a rude way to address someone for the first time. Second, I'm not going to take a complete stranger along with me to a bachelorette party. As I've said, girls hate it when an extra guy comes along unless its a new stripper and the company has cleared it with them earlier. Besides, what's in it for me? You want me to put aside extensive time and effort to include you, a random person from the internet, into my customers' parties even though you offer nothing in return? Third, you cannot be like me, nor should you try to be like me. What works for me may not work for you. Instead, you should strive to be a better version of yourself.

This may look like the ultimate dream job. Party with girls. Get loads of cash. Possibly get laid. Yeah, I know it looks fun. However, this job is about "entertaining" the girls and ensuring they have a good time. It's not about you. Most guys don't get that. They want to enter this job prioritizing their own personal pleasure above all else. Well, that's a good way to piss a group of girls off.

A male stripper's goal is to ensure their customers a memorable experience and a good time. It's our duty to take care of them. These girls in my photos look like they're having fun because they feel safe and relaxed around me.  

The last thing the male stripping industry needs are a bunch of men using bachelorette parties as their personal hook-up joint while tossing customer service into the trash. It ruins business and gives guys like me a bad name. 


Saturday, March 25, 2017

Party Log 2017: March

Friday, March 10, 2017

It's been a little over five months since I have stripped at a party. In fact, my last party was training Craig. My agents have been calling me throughout the winter months, but I had to turn them down due to prior engagements or parties trying to book me at the last minute. Plus, this year has been the worst year as far as my health goes. I've never been so damn sick in my life. I had a stomach virus in February, followed by a sinus infection with a week-long migraine, and the flu to top it all off at the beginning of March.

Finally on March 10, I was good enough to do a bachelorette party. I still had bouts of coughing that lingered from the flu, and I was rusty from the lack of working lately, not to mention gym time.

Luckily these girls had low expectations. According to the girl who hired me, most of the girls never had a male stripper before. She did, though, and it was a bad experience.

The previous stripper tried to take a more sexual approach rather than an entertaining or fun routine. That unnerved many of the girls, who were rather new at this whole male stripper business and were looking for something a bit more tame. He wasn't in very good shape either. Then he got angry because he felt the girls weren't tipping him enough. He yelled at them about being stingy and left.

He set the bar of expectations rather low for me.

The bride from Friday, March 10
I went easy on the bride, who seemed almost overwhelmed at first. He maid of honor warned me about this prior. When the bride finally relaxed, she warmed up to the idea of body shots. I even ate various fruit such as grapes and strawberries off of her body. Those who experienced the previous male stripper told me that they wish they had me earlier.

I was relieved, but on the inside, I was struggling. My leg muscles were beginning to spasm from dancing, possibly because I was just coming off of the flu and hadn't exercised lately. I spoke to the girls as little as possible, because I was suppressing my constant urge to cough in silent agony.

Not only were the women nice and easy to please, they were an attractive group. I saw a few girls wearing skin-tight leather pants that really made their asses stand out. The bride even wore leather shorts, and she was quite the looker.

Some of the girls invited me to stay for a bit, but I left early because I couldn't hold my need to cough uncontrollably much longer. Still, I lucked out to get this group considering my condition.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

This bachelorette party was wild. Now I don't mind wild, but they were a little too aggressive for me.

The bride wanted me to choke her, and she tried to choke me several times to demonstrate exactly what she wanted, but in her inebriated state, she was much rougher than she needed to be, and I had to redirect her hand elsewhere until her mom told her to stop.

The maid of honor (also the girl who hired me) wanted me to get rougher on the bride and call her degrading names like "cum slut" and "whore". Some of the things she and the bride wanted me to do were very questionable, possibly bordering on assault. At one point, she wanted to make out with me. The bride's mom was present the whole time in the living room, and the look on her face told me that she did not want her daughter acting out wildly or me to oblige. The expression of several other girls mirrored the mother's. So I politely declined. That was when the maid of honor called me a "coward."

I ignored her insult and carried on cautiously, but she later punched me in the chest and told me to "stop being a pussy." The punch didn't hurt at all, but it did anger me. I almost left, but instead, I stopped my performance and firmly told her and the bride the typical boundaries between male dancer and customer. Some of the quieter girls who didn't participate nodded in agreement with me. The maid of honor and bride calmed their antics for the remainder of the party. The damage was done, though. I wanted to leave.

When my hour was up, I announced that I had to leave. I was still feeling weak from the flu, and these girls were getting too demanding for me. The bride and the maid of honor wanted me to stay longer, but I told them that I had somewhere else to be. They seemed surprise that I wasn't interested in partying with them. I probably would have over ten years ago, but I'm 35 years old now. My intolerance for such disrespectful behavior far outweighs my sexual urges.

Surprisingly enough, they tipped me rather well.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

This was a 22nd birthday party. These girls were a great group--very friendly and charitable. I was feeling much better by today, so my performance was on fire compared to the previous two nights.

During the height of the party, someone told the birthday girl's boyfriend about me. He called her up screaming in anger. He must have said some very nasty things because I could hear her bawling in the next room behind a closed door. What a nice way to wish her a happy birthday.

His temper tantrum caused many of the girls to voice various negative opinions of him. I had to agree with them. Now I could understand his outburst if the birthday girl was acting like the wild bride from the previous night. But she didn't do anything wrong and was unaware of having a male stripper until I arrived. Even when I stripped, she behaved well enough.

Since the birthday girl was upset and the atmosphere of the party was ruined, I had to cut everything short and leave. The other girls were disappointed.

The next day, I sent this text to her best friend: "Thank you for hiring me. Please tell (birthday girl) happy birthday for me. She did nothing wrong and I hope she enjoys the rest of her time down here.

Sunday, February 26, 2017


I've been on Instagram for quite a while now, but I did not disclose my profile on here. For those curious, my username is:  @rpgoftheday

That profile gets updated much more than my blog, because it's easier to take a photo and upload it than it is to write out an entire entry or article. I also love to collect JRPGs (Japanese role playing games), so half of my updates center around that. There are still plenty of pics of my parties, though.

Feel free to follow.

Other than that, I've been toying with the idea of writing another book about my stripping career beyond college up till now. We'll see how that pans out, and if I have the time.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

The Trainee - Part 2

During my last post, I mentioned training a new hire named Craig. He did well considering it was his first bachelorette party. I had him tag along to a second party. He needed more experience before I sent him out to do this alone.

This time, I delegated Craig to be the star of the show, meaning he would start and finish while I watched in the background. I would only act if he was faltering and needed backup.

The party took place in a beach condo. Craig and I pretended to be part of the property management, warning the girls about their noise level. Craig did great opening up, and I stood by the kitchen counter with the girl who booked me, occasionally talking to her while he stripped and danced.

The party turned out to be quite brutal for him. The bride, a beautiful and slender blonde, seemed appalled at the idea of having a male stripper. As Craig stripped for her, she leaned as far back in her chair to distance herself from him as far as possible. After he took off his pants and shirt, he thrust his foot onto his lap, motioning her to remove his sock. She did so with great reluctance and a sour look on her face. I made a mental note to talk to him later about having girls remove his socks.

Craig did the best he could, but the bride eventually threw out her hands as though to ward him away and said, "I've had enough."

He circled the room trying his luck with the other dozen girls. They tipped him and he danced with a few, but soon he was drenched in sweat. He soon looked to me for help. The tense awkwardness radiated from the crowd, and I knew this would end poorly.

The girl who booked me even sensed this. "I think you need to go out there," she said.

I approached the bride and began dancing. She shook her head. "I don't want this," she said. "It'd be best if you two would leave."

I leaned down and spoke softly to her, "We're here because your friend hired us to show you a good time... not make you feel uncomfortable. If there's someone else you want me to dance with, let me know and I'll start with her."

The bride paused in thought, then pointed to another girl. I sauntered over towards her, and she accepted my approach with gusto. Craig removed himself from the living room to watch. I felt bad for him, because he got a tougher audience than before. I wanted him to have a wild and easy crowd to ease into, instead of one that made him feel like shit.

I worked my among the girls, adding more and more physical activities such as taking body shots from various girls and vice versa. Eventually, the bride had a change of mind. She pushed her way towards me and said, "I want a turn now."

Several of her friends gasped at her in awe. The bride wanted to outdo everyone and took body shot after body shot from me. We ate cake icing from off of each other and took several lewd pictures together.

During this time, she confided that she did not like Craig and felt "weirded out" by him. Craig made matters worse by attempting to sing a romantic country song to a group of girls on the sitting on the couch. He had a good voice, but his song didn't go over well. The other girls listened patiently, and politely applauded him when he had finished. He took this as a cue to continue singing. I groaned inwardly.

The bride wanted him to shut up. I caught Craig's attention and motioned for him to stop, which he did.

"What the hell is his problem?" the bride asked me.

"He's learning," I told her. "It's really difficult to throw yourself out there when a room full of hot girls are sizing you up. Most guys either freeze up or overdo it."

"Yeah, he came on too strong and the singing act has got to go," she said. "But now that you mention it, I can see how most guys would get nervous."

I didn't want Craig to hear her criticism of him, so I changed the subject by redirecting her attention back to some lewd games.

By now, everyone relaxed and felt at ease. Several of the girls invited me and Craig out to the club afterwards, and even prepared for us some homemade Cajun jambalaya.

The bride introduced me to one of her single friends who really liked me. I had since forgotten her name, but we took a picture together (which I will post on Instagram in the near future). Looking back, I should've gotten her number.

The other girls invited us out to the club once more, but I politely declined. I had to set an example of professionalism. I later explained to Craig that most of the drama occurs by going out with the girls, so it's best to avoid going out in general.

After the party, I took Craig home. On the way, he said, "Man, sorry about screwing that up. I couldn't work that crowd at all."

"Don't worry about it. It's all about experience. I had it tough when I first started, too."


"Oh yeah. It's like any job. The more you do it, the better you get. Experience goes a long way. You'll get there if you keep at it."

"Thanks for the encouragement, Dion."

"No problem, just one more thing: Don't sing. We're there to dance and give the girls some fun activities to do. We're not musicians."

"Yeah, I did that because I was nervous and didn't want to stand around doing nothing. This job may seem easy, but it can be tough."

I nodded. "You hit the nail right on the head. This job is an easy job, but at the same time, it's not. It's easy pay for the amount of work you do, but very few guys can pull it off. Otherwise, there'd be loads of guys doing this everywhere."

As I spoke those words, I realized that I was going to have a difficult time training rookies into this profession. I felt as though Craig took a step backwards with this party, and I wasn't looking forward to walking him through another. And I definitely wasn't looking forward to training another complete stranger all over again.

Unfortunately, Craig is one of the better candidates as I soon discovered over the next few weeks. After Craig, I had two prospective new-hires chicken out at the last minute. They simply did not answer my call or text messages.