Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Catholic Priest Strips

Last Thursday, I stripped for a party at a rental house in a small Florida town.

This party was nothing special. The ladies all came from out of state. Judging by their accents, they came from the Midwest. However, they requested something that I have never done before: They wanted me to dress as a Catholic priest.

I was supposed to wear a black dress shirt and black pants. When I arrived at the party, one of the girls met me outside and gave me a frock and a Bible. She told me to go inside and hear the confession of the bachelorette.

So I entered into a room full of twenty women. They pointed out the bachelorette. I approached her and said, "I'm here to listen to your confession."

She laughed and asked how much time I had. I responded by stripping.

The party was rather tame. The women did not want anything wild. They were more than content to gingerly stick dollar bills in my thong. I finished up the party by cutting the cake and serving the slices.

I walked out with over $400. Not bad for a night's work as a Catholic priest.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Male Stripper Questions - Part 16

Here are some more questions I received recently (my answers are in bold):

1. Do women request slow dancing a lot from you?

Not really. Sometimes I'll just slow dance with a woman, but only if the song on the radio is a slow song.


2. Also the spanking, what is the deal with that? Is that a pretty regular request?

Women don't usually request to spank me. They just do it. And they do it often.


3. I know woman come on to you during shows and sometimes you exchange numbers. Do you ever go into the bedroom with them while still at the party or do you wait for another time? It seems like if they are hot and you have gotten them worked up by stripping you could be in for a really wild time if you did it right away.
I have hooked up a few times right at the party. I have only done so, because I either stayed at the parties for an extended length of time, or I went out to a club with the girls afterwards. Either way, I stuck around long enough to hook up. I don't think I could have seduced a girl within a normal thirty-minute show (I'm sure it's possible though). Extend my exposure to a few hours, then my chances increase.

I managed to pull off a few threesomes as well. So yes, I had a few really wild times at these parties.


4. I know you are seeing someone now but I would really love to hear more about any encounters with Miss A and Miss E from your April 18th entry. They seem pretty interesting and really into you.
I e-mailed Miss A and Miss E and they e-mailed back. Miss A wrote back a few lines. She finished the e-mail by mentioning that she had to tend to her daughter. I didn't write her back. I wrote Miss E back a short e-mail, but she never replied.

That ends my encounters with Miss A and Miss E. I know it's anti-climatic. But these things happen. Besides, Miss A and Miss E seem like they're in their thirties. Claire is twenty-one. Unless I'm dealing with a fitness model, I prefer younger women without kids over MILFs. My MILF-hunting days are over.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The Slow Period

Work has been slow lately. I have one show scheduled next week. This will be the first one since the cougar party.

I attribute the lack of work to a few reasons.

First, spring break is over. Tourists consist of over 50% of my income. Most of the people who hire me are tourists who rent beach condos or beach houses. Summer may bring more tourists, but this year presents a new problem.

British Petroleum's oil spill. Thanks to this large mess and the media exagerrating the destruction, many tourists will avoid the beaches of Alabama and Florida this summer. Many fisherman, restaurants, and shops rely on tourists for their income. I rely on these same tourists to come down and hire me. I fear this incident will chase away a lot of potential customers.

The lingering recession also affects my job. With a high unemployment rate, fewer people are willing to spend on the luxury of having a male dancer.

Regardless, the market for male stripping will still exist. I don't mind the lapse in work so much, as I have other jobs to earn income. However, male stripping provides the easiest source of untaxed, unregulated money.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Cougar Party!

Last Saturday, I planned to go out with Claire to a very nice restaurant located in a nearby beach resort town. Then my agent called and asked me to do a show.

I told him that I had plans. He said he would get someone else to do it.

A few hours later my agent called again, begging me to do this show. I asked him where it was. He told me that it was in the same resort town that I was going to. I reluctantly agreed.

"Birthday party," he said. "Bunch of supermodels. They paid with a credit card, so I'll give you that money later. You're only picking up tips tonight. Have a good time."

I told Claire beforehand that I was a male dancer. I didn't share the candid details of the job, but I gave a brief summary---kind of like discussing a little bit about a previous relationship. She was surprised at first, but she seemed easygoing about it. Next I told her about the show I had to do. I asked if she would mind waiting thirty minutes. I said that dinner was on me. She said that she wouldn't mind.

I dressed in a formal suit, because it served two purposes: to strip out at the party, and to wear for the nice restaurant. Claire put on a nice one-piece dress and some stiletto heels.

The party was located in a resort community full of plants, shopping areas, golf courses, and golf cart trails. The weather was heavily overcast but warm. The party was in a condo in the middle of the resort community. I had to park in a parking garage.

I gave Claire my Nintendo DS and a few games for entertainment while I went off and stripped. She smiled and told me to make a lot of money.

I walked to the condo and called the phone number my agent gave me. A lady answered and she came down to meet me. She was a brunette in her mid-40s. She led me up to the condo and described the birthday girl to me. "Brunette, tanned, and wearing a black shirt. She doesn't know you're coming."

"How soon do you want me to start?" I asked.

"Two seconds after I walk in," she said. "We're kind of in a hurry, because the limo will arrive in thirty minutes."

That was different from normal. Usually women want me to wait a few minutes after they return to their party in order to avoid suspicion. So I walked in two seconds after she did.

Everyone turned to stare at me. There were about a dozen ladies around forty or so. They all wore expensive clothes. Most of them could have been supermodels earlier on.

"I'm the limo driver," I announced. "I need to know how many people we have, because I can't fit more than twenty in the limo."

I don't know why I told them I was the limo driver. I guess I wanted the birthday girl to be clueless about me still. One of the women took my cue and started counting everyone. Another women subtly pointed to the birthday girl and mouthed the words, "that's her!" The birthday girl started asking me what kind of limo I was driving. I feel like an actor sometimes.

I approached the birthday girl. "It's a nice one," I said. "You'll see. By the way, do you mind if I get a drink before I drive y'all around? Sometimes driving can be boring, ya know. So I need a drink to loosen up."

The birthday girl stared at me in shock. Several other girls laughed. Then I started dancing.

This party was very tame. Everyone was married. No one was really drunk. I danced with about five or six girls. These ladies acted very conservative. They didn't want anything beyond a dance, which was good. However, one dared to slap my ass. Another lady asked, "Is that real? You didn't stuff that, did you?"

I grabbed my cock through the fabric of my thong and moved it about. "It's real," I assured her.

I thought of Claire waiting, so I wanted to end the party soon. "How about some group pictures?" I announced.

So the ladies gathered around and took group pictures. Rather than stand with me, they had a different idea for posing. Several ladies kneeled next to me and put dollar bills into my thong. That was their idea of posing. They wanted me to face the camera, and then when the front of my thong was full of money, they wanted my ass to face the camera.

After the pictures, I started to get dressed. Several of the women told me that I was the perfect dancer.

"You were great!" the birthday girl told me. "You weren't raunchy at all. You were respectful and classy."

Several women agreed. Too bad they didn't see some of my previous parties. I'm sure that they would have a different opinion if they did.

I put on my clothes and gathered my tip money, which was a hundred dollars. Not bad.

I rushed back to my car to meet Claire. She seemed happy to tell me about how far she got on Yoshi's Island DS. I told her that I just finished with a bunch of cougars. She laughed.

"So do you like cougars," she asked.

"Nah, I think I like younger women," I said.

She kissed me in response.

We went out to eat and had a great time at the restaurant. I spent 75 of the 100 I for the dinner tab. Then I spent the remaining 25 on gas. Good thing I took a thirty minute detour for stripping---the tip money alone paid for my Saturday.