Sunday, July 31, 2011

Public Image

Several aspiring male strippers have asked me many similar questions wondering if they must show their picture on a website for a booking agency. These guys have expressed concern about keeping their stripping life private.

So the main question I get asked is this: "Do I have my pictures on the internet so anyone can see?"

My answer: Yeah. You do.

Like it or not, male stripping is a public job. Some gigs take place at clubs, bars, or restaurants. When you go out to work, you expose yourself to the public, most of which are girls. With their digital cameras, these women will cram their memory cards full of pictures of you with their friends. Many of them will upload these pics on Facebook.

Booking agencies will post your picture on their websites as a reference guide for potential customers. Some agencies make it mandatory that you send in several pictures, all of which show your face. Think about it: These girls want to see what kind of strange guy is coming to their party. How are they supposed to know what you look like if you don't have a public picture available for them? I don't know about you, but if I were a customer, I'd like to have an idea of what I'm buying before I make the purchase.

Here's the bottom line: If you don't want people to discover that you're a male stripper, then you're in the wrong line of work. People will find out that you strip. During my time, I encountered a few girls that recognized me in public as "the stripper" from their party.

When in doubt, don't do it.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Grandmother, Mother, and Daughter - 07-15-2011

It's rare to see a party involving a male stripper, a grandmother, mother, and three daughters. Such was the bachelorette party that took place a few days ago.

There were many other ladies present. The youngest were the three daughters, of which the youngest was eighteen. The oldest was the grandmother. And the bachelorette was the oldest daughter.

I started the party, like always, by stripping for the bachelorette. Next, I danced with her mom, followed by her grandmother. The grandmother, a very old lady with a thick Alabama accent, traced her hands all along my body, which drew a lot of laughter from the rest of the girls. The liver spots on her hands made me cringe. Her perverted actions also drew a rare emotion from me: shame. Yes, I actually felt ashamed and violated by the way this old woman was touching me.

The old lady pointed a gnarled hand toward two young girls sitting together. "How 'bout you get my grand-daughters."


I grabbed the first one, a blonde who had money in her bra. I licked around her tits before grabbing the money out with my teeth. She gave me a kiss on the cheek for my efforts.

Her youngest sister was my next target. She was a brunette with an olive tan and was a tall girl, standing at about six feet. Her face betrayed a degree of shyness and timidity that is usually found in teenagers. She covered her face as I thrusted the bulge of my thong into crotch. Next, I straddled atop of her and placed my bulge onto her face. "Now take some pictures," I shouted to the rest of the crowd, which included her mom and grandmother.

I finished the party with candid pictures of any girls who wanted to pose with me. The three daughters volunteered the most, with the youngest finding enough courage to grab my ass in a few.

The girls asked what else I did for a living. I told them that I was an English teacher. The youngest daughter said, "I wish you were my teacher..."

"Which college do you go to?" I asked her.

"Oh, I'll start in the fall. I just graduated high school in May."

"Don't worry, she's eighteen," the grandmother said. "She's legal for ya."

Everyone laughed, causing the young girl to blush and look at the floor. I smiled. Seldom do such things embarrass me anymore. I took off my clothes for many years in front of thousands of women. Not many girls can embarrass me... Except one.

"How 'bout I gather a buncha money and hire ya just for myself, without all these ladies around," the grandmother said. "You can strip for me one on one, sexy."

I have experienced angry cowboys who wanted to beat me to a pulp, jealous boyfriends who wanted to kill me, and possessive girlfriends who stalked me. However, the thought of being alone with this old lady scared me more than any of the above.