Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Male Stripper Questions - Part 11

Here's an e-mail from Lydia:

From: "Lydia Chandler"
To: "Dion"

Hello, sorry to bother you. I love your blog btw! Im curious bout a few things and have several questions so I hope you don't mind!
How often do you work out?
What kind of food do you eat to stay in shape?
Do you do manscaping? lol.
How else do you take care of yourself?

Thanks again and keep on writing. You have some interesting stories!



Hi Lydia, Here are my answers:

1.) I work out about 2 to 4 times a week. I would like to train more, but I need 8 days a week for that.

2.) As for foods, I eat a lot of fruit. Fruit doesn't have so many calories and it makes you smell better.

I avoid junk food: pizza, candy, sweets, chips, etc. I also avoid eating anything with onions or garlic in it. The smell of onions and garlic will stay in your pores for days, causing you to stink.

3.) Yeah, of course. I don't shave everything off though. I also don't showcase a forest either. I also shave my legs too---the lack of hair shows off muscle tone better.

4.) I try to avoid drinking as much as possible. Sure I'll take body shots at parties, but the amount that you drink from a body shot is minuscule to even cause a buzz. Usually most of the alcohol from a body shot ends up on the floor. Otherwise, I rarely drink even when going out.

I also don't do drugs. I'm sure some male dancers do, but I don't. And the drugs I'm referring to are pot, steroids, etc.

Thanks for reading. I hope that covers your questions.


Thursday, March 25, 2010

Male Stripper Questions - Part 10

Question I: Do the strippers often have to go straight on to another performance, if so does that ever feel frustrating, to leave a group of women some of whom are are very excited and would be willing to take it further? - Paul

Answer: Only if we have more than one performance booked. I don't live near a major city, so I rarely have more than one performance a night.

I have done three shows in one night, and that was stressful. I don't get frustrated if a girl wants to take things further and I have to leave. Sex is great, but I'm not going to indulge in every opportunity.

Question II: Can it ever be a lonely job since there’s lots of travelling around?

Answer: I sometimes drive long distances, but I don't get lonely. Besides, how are you going to get lonely when you arrive at a party full of women?

However, the is a "coming down" effect after a great party. For instance, I put on a tremendous show: the girls love me, the tips flow in, everyone has a great time. Then I come home and everything is calm and quiet. I call this "coming down" from the high of a party. I thrive off of the natural high I get from my performances.

Question III: Did you get nervous before appearing?

Answer: I did when I first started. I would get the "butterflies," a feeling in my mid-section that spreads throughout the body and causes a feeling of numbness. After doing a dozen or so shows, the butterflies stopped.

I'll get a little excited now. I've done this so many times that I even yawn before performing, especially if I had a long and tiring drive.

One thing I'll say: If you can do this job, then you can do anything that involves public speaking. Unfortunately, I can't write that on my resume.

Question IV: Is it more about the performance itself than about nudity?

Answer: It's all about performance. Nudity is just an optional part of the performance.

There are a few more questions, but I'll answer them in the next update.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Last Minute Sorority Party

Spring break has arrived, and so have many college students looking for a party.

My agent called me today and offered me a show that involved twenty college girls throwing a birthday party for a friend. The party took place at a rented beach house. Sounds exciting, right?

When I show up to the beach house, I see not only girls walking in and out of the place, but boys too. On top of that, everyone looked about eighteen or nineteen.

I entered the house, went to the living room, and performed the typical cop routine on the birthday girl. Most of the girls, even the birthday girl, in the room scattered throughout various parts of the house. With the exception of two girls, the whole living was empty. Several boys, frat boys to be specific, were watching from the kitchen.

Out of the two girls who remained, one approached me and told me that she hired me. Then she demanded that I bend over so she could spank me. I don't know what it was, but her tone grated on my nerves. Perhaps I became offended because she was ordering me around like a dog. Regardless of the reason, I told her that I didn't want to be spanked at the moment.

She just sneered at me. "You're pathetic," she said.

I ignored that. Then I ignored her for the rest of the night. I went to the other rooms for a last-ditch effort to round up some participation from the other girls, since I was paid fairly well for showing up. The other girls either hid or smoked or drank. Within ten minutes into the party, I only danced with three girls out of twenty. I decided to put my clothes back on and leave.

Several girls assumed that it was safe for them to reappear. They entered the kitchen to get drinks and talked with me a bit. I discovered that everyone at the party was a freshman in college, and the birthday girl turned nineteen. No one offered me anything to eat or drink as they helped themselves. Usually, the hosts of the party would offer some type of hospitality. Instead, these girls asked me stupid questions as I was getting dressed.

"So do you feel lucky to strip in front of us?"

"I bet Melissa was the hottest girl you'd ever danced with, wasn't she?" one brunette asked me with a tinge of mockery in her tone.

I shrugged. I felt that the brunette was suggesting that I was lucky because I probably couldn't dance with any girl hotter than Melissa. The brunette pressed on while her friends watched me.

"So was she the hottest? Was this the first time you danced with pretty girls?" the brunette said. I wonder if she assumed that most of my parties were only full of ugly pigs, or perhaps in her eighteen or nineteen years of experience, she could not fathom what I have experienced.

"Melissa is a pretty girl but--" I began and paused, watching the jaws drop--"I wouldn't say she's the hottest."

No one said anything. They only stared like I had just run into a nunnery and started ravishing all the nuns.

"As for dancing with pretty girls, I've probably danced with hundreds if not thousands of pretty girls before I came here," I said, buttoning up my police shirt.

"How old are you?" one girl asked.


"I'm twenty-eight too," the girl replied.

"No, you're eighteen. Nineteen at the most," I said.

"Ugh. Like how could you tell?" she asked. "I could be twenty-eight. How would you know the difference?"

This girl was an idiot. She was definitely around eighteen or nineteen; she looked as though she put on about ten of the freshman fifteen. She was on the descent from her prime. Another ten years at this rate would produce the soccer-mom sixty.

"Your behavior. Girls in the twenties go wild with a male stripper--they're fun and they get into it. Y'all just act timid and sit around and drink. Teenagers don't party like women do."

I wasn't angry, but I was irritated. I was irritated at the immature mockery, the stupid questions, and most of all, I was irritated because I had a horrible time. I didn't care if I offended anyone at this point. However, no one said anything. I had just insulted their party and felt better for doing so.

I thanked the girl who paid me before I left. I told her that the next time she wanted a male stripper, she should ditch the boys, loosen the girls up more, and then emphasized the "no boys" part again. I told her that she would have a much better party that way. Like hell I was going to blame this disaster of a party on myself.

Then I gathered my jacket and left. I almost ran into several frat boys on the way out. They avoided me like the plague. I hope I don't ever have to deal with teenagers at work ever again.

Saturday, March 13th

As I mentioned earlier, I had a party on Saturday night. Nothing spectacular happened compared to the highlights from the previous post. The girls were extremely nice and hospitable, but also shy and reserved. Overall, it was a good night, but nothing happened worth writing about.

However, I have a few shows lined up for next Saturday on the 20th.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Highlights From Recent Parties

I've done several more parties lately. Here is a list of the crazier things that happened:

- A blonde girl, around 21, pushed me on the couch, climbed atop of me. She was wearing a mini-skirt, which hiked up her hips as soon as she straddled me, exposing her panties. Her friend started rubbing her crotch, which was situated right above my cock. The blonde and I exchanged numbers, but we never followed up with contacting. No big deal though. This happens a lot.

- At the same party as above, the girls pulled out whip creme and sprayed me with it. Then four girls surrounded me licked me clean at the same time. Next, the girls started spraying each other's cleavage, making me lick it off. They were young and pretty, so I was quite happy with this exchange. One pretty brunette and a hot black girl decided to take the party further. The brunettte pulled down her black girl's dress and bra and asked me to "suck on her titties." I sucked on her dark nipples and made out with her. The best part about this was that the girls paid me to be there.

- At another party, several girls conspired to rip my thong off. One of them succeeded. Several hands fondled me.

- On top of all that, these girls provided me with an abundance of food and drink. It's at times like these that I love my job.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Fetish Shoot

I mentioned earlier that I modeled on the side. I decided to do fetish modeling as well.

This past weekend, I flew out out-of-state to star in three video scenes with an up-and-coming dominatrix. These videos were not porn, but they weren't exactly softcore either. For instance, I had to lick honey off of the dominatrix's bare feet and make out with her.

The producer of the videos explained to me that I was a lucky man, because many men would pay a lot of money to be in my shoes, licking honey off of a beautiful girl's feet and making out with her. I guess I am lucky---women pay me to take off my clothes as well.