Sunday, December 22, 2013

Two Christmas Parties

Saturday, December 21, 2013

It's rare for me to get any work during the holiday season. Most people plan on spending time with their families instead of strippers. In fact, I don't believe I had any stripping gigs since October. I've been extremely busy anyway with my regular work and starting my own business. I work an average of 55 to 60 hours a week

I was very surprised when I got two parties for Saturday night relatively close to each other.

The first party was in Mobile, Alabama. The customer who hired me was male, and I was to meet him at his automotive shop to get paid, then go across the street to a restaurant to strip for a lady at a private Christmas party. My impression was that this was a possible swinger type situation.

It wasn't.

The lady in question was the owner of the restaurant, and the man who hired me just wanted to play a surprise joke on her. I would show up in a cop outfit and strip for her and the other ladies there.

Once I arrived in the restaurant, I noticed that it was a mixed crowd of men and women, both young and old. Mostly old though. I found the owner right away. I stripped a little for her, taking off my police shirt and gun belt, which she found overwhelming. In fact, I did not even get my pants off before she giggled and said, "I had enough! Thank you!"

A friend of hers told me to show the owner my ass, so I faced my ass towards the owner and dropped my pants slightly.

"No, you don't need to show me... Oh, you have a nice ass!" she said.

I did not proceed anymore. I danced with two other ladies for less than a minute each, and that was the extent of my performance. The guy who hired me did not even show up, and no one else was expecting me, so I gathered my things to leave.

The owner offered me food and drink as I was walking out the door. I thanked everyone and left. I was there for no longer than fifteen minutes. Very little work and easy money.

The next show was another Christmas party in Foley, Alabama. The party took place in a large suburban home in a upper-middle class subdivision. I reused my police costume.

The customer met me outside to pay me, and we went over the details. Basically, I would go up to the door and say that the neighbors complained about all of the cars parked on the street, making it difficult for traffic to pass through. It was a simple ruse, but I was there to strip, not elaborate on made-up police matters.

Before the customer left to go back inside, she said, "By the way, just make your routine short and sweet. A lot of girls here probably don't want anything too vulgar. You only need to stay for ten minutes or so."

Great. Another easy one.

As planned, I rang the doorbell, the customer answered, and invited me inside so I could inform everyone of the violation. While announcing the parking complaint to the living room full of women, I took time to study the crowd. There were about fifteen ladies in attendance, all between ages twenty to forty. There was also no particular lady to strip for. No birthday girl and no bachelorette.

It did not take me long to decide on who to strip for first.

While I berated the crowd, one lady leaned forward and tried to pull my pants down. Another ran up to me, turned around, and thrust her ass towards my crotch. I thought a lot of the girls here wouldn't want anything too vulgar.

Well, some of them did and some of them did not. The ones who did not want to participate ran outside where they stayed for the remainder of my performance. One lady ran and hid in the bathroom. The ones who stayed exhibited traits on the opposite end of the spectrum.

The living room had a large "L" shaped couch where the remaining ladies sat. They took turns pawing at me. One older lady took a peek as she tipped me, pulling my thong far enough out to look in. After she snapped it back into place, she rubbed my crotch. She explained that she was into BDSM and asked me if I wanted to be her "sub."

"Sure," I replied to humor her.

I laid a lady with olive complexion down on the floor and pressed my crotch into her face as I fished dollar bills from her pants. She laughed and grabbed my ass and squeezed my cheeks.

The next lady I interacted with had a velvet Santa robe on. She came up with the idea to dress me in the velvet Santa robe and have me sit in a chair so the other women can sit on my lap and pose for pictures with me. I spent the rest of the performance posing for pictures with the ladies taking turns to sit in my lap.

I concluded the show after that. The customer who hired me fixed me a plate of food to take home. The lady into BDSM approached me and asked if I do "private one-on-one" shows.

"Um, sure," I said. "What do you have in mind?"
She grinned. "Oh, a lot of things, dear."

I gave her my number and told her to contact me. She hugged me and kissed me on the lips.

That party was very short and sweet just like the first one was. I wish all work nights were this easy.

When the evening was all done, I arrived home and counted my money. I made over $400 from both shows combined. Earning that amount of money made me question why I even started my own business in the first place. At my business I can work all day and not even earn $100, and all of that money would go into paying rent, utility, and general upkeep of the business--not into my pocket. The only thing I needed to pay for with my stripper money was gas and the occasional car maintenance.

Perhaps stripping is my niche in life.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

I Wanna Be A Male Stripper! (Part 1)

On average, I get about a dozen e-mails a week from guys who want to get into this industry. Because so many of the e-mails are similar in nature, I decided to share them in an effort to answer any future questions that you aspiring male strippers out there might have.

The first e-mail is by Andres:

Hello Dion,
Thank you for your willingness to help answer questions. I am 25, 5'11, hispanic male, currently 151 lbs, slim body with good definition.
My questions to you are:
What would you recommend would be an ideal body weight?
Is there such thing as skinny male strippers? What is their success rate?
What is some advice you would give to first time strippers?
Where did you resort to for dance moves? Do you have an online link you recommend?
Do you shave or wax?
How many costumes do I need? Do you have a website you would recommend?
What are strip clubs looking for when hiring male strippers?
Is a dick pump necessary?
How was your first stripping experience at a club?

Dear Andres: 
I suggest that you gain about twenty pounds of muscle. That alone will not get you work though. I have not taken in other factors such as your looks, charisma, professionalism, common sense, and personality. But being too skinny can be a problem because your competition may be a guy who is 5'11 and 195 lbs. with good definition. He's going to get the work. You're not.
There are skinny male strippers though. Once again, think of the competition. You may get the job, but the girls will most likely pick the guy who looks like he weighs a bit more than the average girl at the party.
I don't really have any recommendations for dance moves. It's all about your own style really. Just as comedians have to make their own jokes, male strippers have to make their own routines.
I shave. Never wax. I did that once and got so many ingrown hairs from it.
As far as costumes are concerned, I wrote a whole section on costumes in the guide section of my site.  
I have never used a dick pump before. But now that you mentioned it, perhaps you can find a muscle suit that comes with a dick pump. Then you would have the ideal weight, the dick pump, and a costume all in one! 
My next story will go into detail about my first stripping experience at a club.
The next e-mail is from Pieter:
Good day Dion

Can you give me some advice?
Im interested in becoming a male stripper but I dont know the ins and outs or even how to start. Have no experience whatsoever. I could really use some advice.

Looking forward to hear from you

Kind regards
Dear Pieter:
I'm interested in becoming an electrical engineer, but I don't know where to start. I have no experience or a degree for the matter. I need advice. I know this is a vague and open-ended question that shows little research and initiative on my part, but requests a long drawn out answer on yours.
In all seriousness, click on the "Guide: Becoming A Male Stripper" tab at the top of the my page. That said, are you going to be too lazy to do all the work and research yourself? Or are you going to ask an agent to do all the work for you?
And one more from Jake:
Hi, so I was reading your blog and it's really nice all the tips and stuff.
I have a question though, so I know this place that is currently hiring young male strippers with no experience, sounds perfect, only thing is my body is not like Captain America or anything, I've been at the gym for 1 month and there's some definition going on here and there it's all good all pleasant to the eye, I have an athletic figure, I'm real good looking, but I don't have a six pack... So should i apply for the job now? Or wait a few months till I have that amazing body?
Dear Jake:
I suggest you take yourself over to the place and ask the management to access your body and looks for you. They'll give you an honest opinion.
Here's my opinion though: One month of training ain't shit. I've been training for years before I started stripping, and let me tell you that a few months of training is not going to bring about that crazy transformation.
There is one exception and that is genetics. You may have been blessed with a good body naturally, but even that will only take you so far. Either way, if you think training alone is going to be the answer, then you're wrong.
Like I said, go and apply. See what the management says. You can make it without a six-pack. Yet, there may be a guy working at the club with a six-pack, good looks, and a charming personality, and he's going to get all the money while you're standing there with a dollar bill in your G-string watching him get all the women.
Just because you get the job doesn't mean you'll get the money.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Highlights From September, 2013 - Part 3

September 28, 2013
This particular weekend was so booked that I had to turn down work. The Husband who hired me for his wife earlier this summer wanted me to “court” his wife once again, offering a large sum of money. I turned down his offer, suggesting he try again later. Then, I had two parties I had to turn down on Friday due to a family event.
I probably turned down at least $1,000 worth of gigs.
However, I did take on two bachelorette parties for Saturday night.
The first was at 8 p.m., and the second was scheduled for 9 p.m. The driving distance between the two was an hour and a half, so I called the second party and told them I would be late.
I arrived on time for the first group. They were from Texas. The customer who hired me was the Maid of Honor, a very tall, dark-haired girl with blue eyes. She stood at least a head over me with her high heels on.
The bride did not know I was coming, so I was to reprise my role of property management once again. The ploy was for me to fix a broken smoke detector.

When I entered, all of the girls sat at the dining table instead of the living room, so I felt rather awkward because they all stared at me in silence as I walked in front of the smoke detector located in the living room.
I tried to make small talk, but the words fumbled around in my mouth. I probably sounded lame. The fact that the other girls did little to play into the ruse made the situation more strained.
They did point to the bride at the end of the table. She was very tanned and dark-haired and wore a white miniskirt and a white top. I decided to drop my act, which was unsalvageable at this point, and approach her to start stripping.
“I knew it,” the bride said. “You were too awkward to be part of the hotel staff. Plus, the guy who came earlier today was old!”
Because it was difficult to strip for a girl at the dinner table, I took the bride towards the living room and guided her towards the couch where I did my striptease for her.  The other girls began stuffing dollar bills in her cleavage and in the crevice between her legs.
The bride’s white miniskirt did little to hide her white, mesh panties, which also did little to hide her shaven pussy underneath. I explored such regions as I took the dollar bills with my mouth, licking and kissing her in the process.
She was very frisky with me as I stripped for her. “If you only knew how much of a freak I am in bed,” she said, as I rubbed the front of my thong against her panties.
There was a short and very shy girl who could not stop laughing while I interacted with her. Her brown hair only came down to her jaw line, and she wore cowboy boots. I teabagged her, causing her to giggle uncontrollably.
“Her laughing feels like a vibrator,” I said to her friends. “It’s really turning me on.”
The shy girl’s giggling became even worse as her friends laughed at her expense.
One thing that this group liked to do was gather a large wad of dollar bills and throw over me while saying, “Make it rain!”
They did this several times and even posed for pictures around the scattered bills on the floor.
Although a few girls did not participate, the majority of them did with eager and groping hands. When I finished, they all applauded and cheered for me as I gave a courtesy bow.
Before I left, they asked me a lot of questions about my job. I stayed and answered them until I looked at the time. It was 9:30 p.m. 
I was supposed to be at the next party thirty minutes ago.
I arrived at the second party at 11 p.m.
The customer did not seem too upset. On the way, I called her several times to inform her of my status, and she said that she would occupy the bride’s attention until then. They had a lingerie party, presents, and dinner beforehand. Lucky for me, they did not make plans to go out.
For this party, I played the cop responding to a “noise complaint.”
The party in question took place in a high rise condominium on the beach. The girls rented a room on the tenth floor.
When the girls invited me inside, I announced to everyone in a stern tone that I was here on a noise complaint from their neighbors.
The crowd was a mix of ladies ranging from late 20s all the way to late 50s. The older ones were mothers or relatives of the bride.
“Sorry, we’re celebrating her bachelorette party,” one girl said, pointing to the bride.
The bride was a beautiful blonde girl with a slender, yet curvy figure. She wore a bra made of candy. A dollar stuck out of the bra. She stood up and approached me appearing nervous.
“I’m sorry, officer. I didn’t know we were being that loud.”
“Well, it doesn’t look like y’all are doing anything bad here, but I’m just lettin’ y’all know that if I have to come back out here again tonight, y’all are gonna get a noise citation.”
“We’ll be good,” the bride promised. “I’m so sorry that you had to come out here.”
“It’s all right,” I assured her. “So what’s goin’ on here?”
“We’re having my bachelorette party,” she said.
“Where’d y’all come in from?” I asked.
“Some of us from Alabama or Mississippi,” one lady answered.
“Well, I’ll tell ya what,” I said to the bride. “I normally wouldn’t do this, but how ‘bout I put you in handcuffs so your friends can take some pictures for a souvenir of your bachelorette party?”
“That’s a great idea!” one lady exclaimed.
“Okay,” the bride agreed.
I handcuffed her and all of her friends and family members took pictures.  I informed the ladies near the radio to turn the music up with a subtle nod towards the radio.
“Have a seat,” I said to the bride, helping her into a chair.
As soon as the music volume increased, I straddled the bride much to her utter surprise.
"Oh my!" she said. "I thought you were a cop the whole time!"
I motioned for her friends to stick dollar bills into her clothes. As I took them out with my mouth, she expressed pleasure by smiling or commenting on how “hot” I was. After interacting with her for awhile, I moved onto the other women. First, I repeated the same act with her friends, then with her mother.
While I had the bride’s mother on the couch, she wrapped her legs around me and looked to the bride and said, “Watch and learn from mama!”
Sometimes the ladies at these parties shock me beyond belief. I had to see it and hear it to believe it.
The mother was just as enthusiastic as the daughter. She even took a body shot off of me.
“You just made her day,” one of the older ladies said. “She hasn’t had that much action in awhile.”
“I haven’t had this much action in like ten years!” the mother said.
Everyone laughed.
A few ladies did not participate, but I returned the focus back to the bride. I took body shots off of her mid-section, which was very pleasant to look at since it was tanned with a belly-button piercing.
Then, one of the bride’s friends suggested I take a shot from between the bride’s breasts. So the bride took off her shirt, leaving only her bra on. She also unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, exposing her white panties with black lace along the edges.
Someone brought some whipped crème forward and sprayed it on the bride’s midsection.
“Take off your bra,” someone said.
So she did, exposing two perfectly small and round breasts. They were perky, pointing towards me at attention. I spread the whipped crème on both of her nipples and began to lick them off. Her nipples hardened. I began to get aroused.
Another round of whipped crème.
“I think he’s enjoying that more than you are,” one lady commented to the bride.
“I don’t know about that,” the bride said.
I had a gut feeling that some of the ladies disapproved. When I looked up, I noticed a few had retired to their rooms.  Oh well, not my problem.
The bride and her mother invited me to the kitchen to offer some food and cake.
While I was eating, several ladies, including the bride and her mother, hovered around me to ask questions.
“Do you get fully nude?”
“Sometimes,” I replied.
“I was sort of expecting you to pull it out for me,” the bride said. “But what I saw was very nice.”
An idea struck me. I decided to take a survey.

“So just out of curiosity, how many of you would have preferred if I got nude and hard.”
All of the women in the kitchen agreed that they wanted to see everything. The bride said that she would have loved to see it. I was already clothed by now and ready to leave though.
“Well, maybe next time!” I said.
“Yeah,” the bride said. “Can we just hire you even if it’s not for a bachelorette party?”
“Of course!” I said.
When I left, she gave me a kiss while we hugged. “Thank you,” she said in my ear, as she hugged me close. “I had a wonderful time.”
Besides being two hours late, I thought the performance was a success.
However, the next day, my agent sent me the following text message:
“Everything go ok with the 2nd show?  Customer left me a message this morning. Just asked for someone to call. Did not say anything else.”
I called him to find out more. However, that was all the information he had.
“She just called and asked to speak to a manager,” he said.  “She didn’t say anything bad or good. She could either be complaining or giving praise. So what happened?”
I explained how I was two hours late, but mentioned how much fun the bride had. I even went into details about how I was licking whipped crème off of her tits.

“Nice!” my agent said.
“So the party went well. The only thing I can think of is maybe my tardiness, or perhaps some girls got pissed about me sucking on the bride's tits, or maybe that I stayed to eat afterwards. But the bride offered... I can't really think of any other reasons.”

“Who knows?” he said. “She could have been calling to praise you. I’m not gonna to call her back, but if she calls back again, I just wanted to hear your side of what happened so I have a heads up.”
“Well, either way, I’ll send your cut of the money tomorrow.”
“Great! I’ll call you with more work later,” he said and hung up.
All in all, I earned over $500 for that Saturday. I could only imagine the amount of money had I worked the day before.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Highlights From September, 2013 - Part 2

Mother & Daughter - September 14, 2013
A mother hired me for her daughter’s bachelorette party in Destin, Florida. As strange as it sounds, it is not uncommon. I had met many mothers throughout the years who liked to enjoy a male stripper alongside their daughters.

I met the mother prior to entering the resort hotel to collect payment and was pleasantly surprised by the sight of her. She epitomized the term “MILF” in every aspect. Fit, beautiful, tan, fake breasts, and a pretty face. She seemed very excited to see me and greeted me with a hug.  
I assumed the role of a maintenance man arriving to fix a broken shower head, which was actually broken. I tried to fix it, but it was missing a small piece. The daughter seemed suspicious despite my act.
When I emerged from the bathroom, she had already assumed that I was the stripper, so I began stripping for her.
“I knew it!” she said with a nervous laugh.
The crowd consisted of her friends and her mother’s friends. Most of them participated, and were a very nice bunch.
The mother was the most enthusiastic. She wanted to take a body shot off of me, and she was very flirty. I suspected that she secretly hired me more for her enjoyment than her daughter's. She even invited me to go out with the group; they were going in a limo to Panama City. I had work the very next morning though, so I politely declined her offer.
The daughter came up to me towards the end and asked, “Did we give you enough money in tips, or do you think we should give you more?”
I shook my head. “Tips aren’t necessary. A male stripper shouldn’t demand or expect it. I’d prefer to have a friendly crowd like y’all were rather than a rude crowd who tipped a lot.”
My words caused her to melt.
"Awww, you are sooo sweet!" She reached for her purse and pulled out a wad of cash. “Here.”
“You really don’t have to…”
“Take it,” she insisted.
I tried to refuse once me, but she thrust the cash into my hands. I thanked her with utmost sincerity.
Before I left, I took a picture of the bachelorette cake, which was of a muscular male torso with a large erect cock popping out of a black thong.

The cake
“That’s you,” one girl said to me.
“Yeah, I have a black thong on too,” I said.
“You should pose next to the cake.”
“With my cock out like that?” I joked.
“That’d be nice,” she smiled.

The mother asked me once more if I wanted to go out, but I really did have to work the next day, so I had to leave. Once I got home, I counted over $300 worth of money from this party. Not bad for thirty minutes of performing.
A few days later, the mother sent me this text message:
Hi Dion – just letting you know that we thought you were awesome this past Saturday! Thanks for a fantastic time!


Sunday, October 20, 2013

Highlights From September, 2013 - Part One

* Girls From Manhattan *

My agent booked a show for me with some customers from Manhattan, New York. He gave me a brief warning about them, which was out of the ordinary.

"Just give a call and calm her down," my agent said. "You're gonna be this group's first male dancer ever, and the customer was really nervous speaking to me over the phone. You might need to ease her into this."

When I called the customer, whose name was Jen, she did seem a little nervous and unsure of herself. Moreover, my initial thought from speaking with her was that this was going to be a difficult performance.

"We're a bunch of prudes," Jen told me over the phone. "Most of us are married, in our 30s, and never seen a male stripper before.

"The bride is very shy and reserved," she continued. "So no grinding or rubbing on her or anything too physical."

Being "too physical" is part of my job, so I really didn't know where to start. I walked Jen through what my typical routine would consist of, minus a few of my more risqué acts, so I suggested doing a striptease and taking dollar bills off the bride. Jen thought my idea was tame enough. She wanted me to show up as a cop. Since she and her friends were renting a resort cottage in the Florida Panhandle instead of a crowded resort hotel, I had no problem with handling her request.

"So do any of the other girls know I'm showing up?" I asked.

This was an important question because girls who are unpleasantly surprised tend to make horrible customers.

"No. Just one other person besides me."

Her answer worried me.

Jen also wanted me to arrive at midnight, another oddity. Most bachelorette parties take place in the evening before the ladies go out. This group would have me right before bed. The good thing about a late party was that there would be no rush.

When I arrived at the cottage just before midnight, Jen met me outside at my car. She handed me the money and gave me an appraising look.

"I like your costume," she said. "This will definitely work!"

She walked back inside the cottage. From my car, I could see the entire living room of the cottage through the large, front window. Several girls were jumping up and down on the couches. They were laughing, yelling, and having a drunk and merry time. Nothing prudish about any of it.

I walked up to the front door and banged on it. The bride, a pretty girl with brown hair, opened the door.

"Ma'am, I need to talk to you about your party," I said, gesturing for her to allow me inside.

She did, looking very bothered that I was there.

"First," I said, waving a hand towards the radio, "y'all gotta turn that down."

The bride motioned with urgency for her friends to turn the music off, which they did. The other ladies became quiet.

"I'm so sorry about that," the bride said, turning to me and looking very apologetic. "We'll keep it quiet."

"Well, just lettin' ya know that if I better not have to come out here again," I said.

A hipster girl with glasses sneered at me. From her perch on the upper part of the couch, she asked, "Why do you have to be such a dick?"

I turned and stared at her. Everyone else gasped in surprise. The bride rounded on the hipster girl and urged her to shut up.

The hipster girl continued, "Everyone is having a good time and you're just being an asshole and ruining our fun."

"I'll tell you what, ma'am. I've only been here for a minute and you're already startin' to piss me off. Keep it up and I'll find a reason to throw your ass in jail."

"Find a reason then!" the hipster girl said.

By now, the bride was horrified. She tried to intervene and stop her friend.

"Shut up!" she told her friend. Then she turned to me and said, "I'm so sorry about her, officer."

I placed my hand on her shoulder and suggested that she sit down, while turning around and gesturing for Jen to turn the music up. The bride became flustered the turn of events, and as soon as she took a seat, the music came on. I began dancing and unbuttoning my police shirt.

Her eyes widened and she screamed in delight.

"I thought you were a real cop!" she said.

Once my shirt came off, the bride's hands found their way to my chest and abs. She groped and squeezed my muscles like I was her personal play toy.

Her friends crammed dollar bills into her bra and pants. Her laughter was full of mirth as I took each bill from her.

These girls weren't prudish at all.

Jen tapped me on the shoulder, wearing a look of approval, and said, "Your cop routine alone was worth the money for you coming out here!"

That comment made me happy. She was already a satisfied customer, and I had barely even started.

About half of the ladies did not participate. Those who did seemed to take sexual pleasure in my performance.

"There aren't many guys like you in Manhattan," an Indian lady said.

"Definitely not," her friend agreed. "The Southern accent is an extra charm."

Jen seemed to enjoy my company the most. After her friends and the bride were finished with me, she invited me to stay. Most of the crowd began to retire for the night.

I went in the kitchen with Jen where we talked a lot. A few other ladies joined for a short time, but they soon left us alone.

Jen suggested we dance together, so we reentered the living room and danced salsa, two-step, and even swing. She was much better than I was, and even corrected my mistakes. We smiled at each other as we trotted through the steps.

We made an odd duo. She wore a one-piece dress, and I wore a black pleather thong.

"You have a really hot body," she said shyly, admiring me up and down while we danced. "I just thought I'd tell you that."

After we danced, we talked some more for awhile. I discovered that she worked as a talent agent in Manhattan. She asked me a lot of questions about my job, such as how I got started and how long I have been doing it. I really enjoyed talking to her, and wanted to spend more time with her.

It was late now, about 2 o'clock in the morning. Almost everyone was asleep, or falling asleep. It was time for me to go.

Jen offered to walk me out.

"You were perfect," she said. "And attractive. This turned out to be a great experience. I was skeptical at first."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said.

We hugged and she kissed me on the cheek. She was still close to me.

"Well, too bad I didn't know you when I was in Manhattan last year," I said.

"If you come up again, give me a call. I'll be happy to show you around, Dion."

We hugged again. This time, we kissed each other on the lips. A light peck. Then our tongues intertwined.

She pulled away, as though she were on guard. I wondered if she was married or had a boyfriend. I remembered her words from earlier: "Most of us are married, in our 30s, and never seen a male stripper before."

Either way, I decided that it was best to go. However, we decided that one more hug was necessary, which led to another kiss. I ran my fingers through her blonde hair as I kissed her. We pulled away slowly.

"I had fun, Dion," she whispered. "I won't forget this. Call me if you're ever in Manhattan."

She stood on the front porch of the cottage and gave a final wave as I walked to my car. She returned back to Manhattan the next morning. I haven't heard from her since, but maybe I'll see her again in the future. Or maybe I'll just become a distant memory.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Miramar Beach Condo Revisited

Back in 2010 (or maybe it was 2011), I stripped for a bachelorette party at a beach condo in Miramar Beach, Florida. It was a 4-story house with a Jacuzzi and a heated and lighted swimming pool that overlooked the white sandy beach and the Gulf of Mexico. It was a beautiful place, and I wouldn't mind living there, except during hurricane season. I really wanted to swim in that pool last time and admired the ocean view.

That party back then knew a girl who owned the condo. They were a rowdy bunch of girls that were really fun, but a little too much on the demanding side. Nevertheless, I had a great time. I tried to sift through my archives to see if I wrote about that particular party, but I don't think I did.

Last night, which was October 11, 2013, I had a bachelorette party for this very same beach condo.

As soon as I pulled up to the house, I recognized the place immediately. I wondered if these girls were the same group as before. It wouldn't be the first time.

When two girls came outside to pay me, they did not recognize me.

When I went inside to perform, no one recognized me. Everyone was a strange to me as well. I began to doubt if this was the actual place.

I looked out onto the back patio and saw the same lighted pool and heated Jacuzzi. There was no mistake. This was the place.

Throughout the mayhem, I asked about the condo. The girls told me that a "friend owned the place" and was letting them use it. Same story. I wondered how rich and generous this "friend" was.

Anyway, it was a fun, but reserved party. The girls did not want too much interaction, but they had a blast watching me dance with the bachelorette. Enough girls participated to remove the burdening sense of awkwardness.

The crowd peer pressured a few single girls into having a turn with me. The single girls did not want to participate, especially one petite blonde. She wanted me off of her, but her friends held her down and demanded that I give her a "good grinding."

She acted like she hated every minute of it, but throughout the party, she hovered around me, stuffing dollars into my thong, grabbing my ass, and caressing my muscles. When I spoke with her, I held her hand, and she loved it. Perhaps she was turned on from earlier. I wanted to give her more attention, but everyone else continued to redirect me back to the bachelorette.

One girl came up to tell me how hot I was. She told me that I was hot  and sexy at least two dozen times.

"The only reason I'm not all over you right now is because I'm married, but damn, you're so hot and amazing!" she said.

I told her that her compliments were beginning to embarrass me.

She continued, "Every girl here thinks you're hot too. Most of them aren't participating because they're shy or married, but they're eyeing you!"

I didn't know if she was just trying to flatter me, but the tip money echoed her sentiments. Several twenty-dollar bills accompanied the ones. I would leave this party well paid.

When I got dressed to leave, I went out on the back patio to bid farewell to everyone. The bachelorette and a few girls were swimming around the pool. A few of them were topless, but the bachelorette had all of her clothes on.

The bachelorette climbed out to give me a hug. She was completely soaked. Oh well. I gave her a hug. I was wearing a button down shirt, my pleather pants, and my knee high boots.

"Come join us in the water," she said with a slur and a stumble.

"No, that's all right," I said.

She attempted to grab me and pull me into the water, but her drunkenness caused to sway in the direction of the of metal rail and the stairs leading out of the pool. Had she continued her course, she probably would have injured herself.

I leaped into action, embraced her, and twisted away from the rail and the stairs. We landed in the shallow end of the pool, but struck nothing. My clothes were soaked. Luckily I left my phone in the car.

Well, I got to swim in the pool finally. It was heated and felt great. I enjoyed the scenery of the ocean view, the white sandy beach, and the other topless girls in the pool with me.

One concerned girl asked if I had my phone on me. I assured her that I didn't. She got me a towel to dry off with and told me that I could it.

As I left, the girls vowed to hire me again for their next party.

"We come here all the time to party, and we want you to strip for us again... Maybe next time we'll get crazier!"

Money earned: $452 (maybe a little more, considering the money that fell under the couches and table).

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Another Website Booking - Part 2

I had another performance a few hours ago (click here to read the initial contact).

The crowd was very enthusiastic, even to the point of shouting at me to take my clothes off. Most of the girls were shy though and only participated with great reluctance mixed with intense peer pressure. Still, they were a fun crowd that gave me plenty of smiles and laughs.

The girl who hired me was a makeup artist. I'll call her "T." She promised to refer more customers to me since a lot of them are soon-to-be brides.

After I left, T sent me this text message:

"Hey Dion! Thanks so much for coming out!! We had a great time! I'll email you some pixs when I get a chance."

So far, this blog has been great in getting me good customers. It's two for two now.

T, if you're reading this, thank you again for hiring me!

Friday, October 4, 2013

Another Website Booking

When I first started this blog, I never imagined in a lifetime that I would make money from it.

Last weekend a local girl contacted me via e-mail, saying how much she loved the blog and that she wanted to book me for an upcoming bachelorette party. She asked me about my rates.

I told her $200 for me to show up, and gave her a brief summary on my stripping routine and what I could do. She countered back saying that her friend had another male stripper willing to do $150. Since this girl lived 20 minutes away from my house, I felt a little uneasy stripping for her and told her so in a nice way. I suggested that she hire the other male stripper, especially since he was cheaper.

"Price is not the issue," I said. "I just avoid stripping in my hometown. What if I know you or your friends?"

"You probably don't, but I'll send a picture anyway."

She e-mailed me two pictures (and did not want me to share them). She was right. I did not recognize anyone. Most of them were hot though.

Moreover, she offered me $200 and told me that even if she and her friends recognized me, they would keep it a secret. "We all have careers and reputation to worry about too," she said.

"Why didn't you settle with the other guy?" I asked her.

"Well, you sounded really nice and professional, like you care about customer satisfaction and you know what you're doing. The other guy didn't."

So I am booked for her party tomorrow night.

Friday, September 27, 2013

$1,500 Gig: Part 5

Continued from Part 4.

Giovanni had to cancel this gig due to plans. He had some family matters to take care of.

The Husband was not pleased with the news, yet, he told me to call on Saturday should I find any free time.

I planned time for my family this weekend though, so I'm sticking to those plans. My agent even called me for two shows, which I had to turn down. Combined with the gig the Husband was offering me, I probably turned down about $1,000.

Missing out on an easy one grand stings, but family time comes first.

Regardless of what happens, I will call the Husband tomorrow (Saturday) to follow up. I probably will not be able to do anything for his wife this time around, but plans always change. Besides, he said if nothing happens, he'll contact me in the future.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

$1,500 Gig: Part 4

Continued from Part 3.

I spoke with The Husband today about this weekend. Due to my busy schedule this week, I probably will not be able to take on this gig.

However, I called up Giovanni (read my interview with him here), and he agreed to take on this task in my stead. I will contact him this weekend to hear about what happens.

The Husband told me to give a call if I was somehow free on Saturday, but that's not very likely at this point.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

$1,500 Gig: Part 3

Earlier in the year, a man hired me to "seduce" his wife. I described the whole outcome in the following posts: $1,500 Gig: Part 1 and Part 2.

All of this occurred back in May.

A few days ago, I receive the following text: "Is this the brad I met this summer"

I remembered using the alias "Brad" for only one part so I knew immediately that this person was the husband who hired me for his wife.

The Husband went on to write: "Still may b interest in our previous discussion I have a personal question to ask but Prefer to ask by phone"

Curiosity got the better of me and I told him to give me a call.

When he did call, he told me that he and his wife had been talking a lot since he last hired me. She seemed more open to the idea of being with another man, but wanted one with a "bigger than average cock." So he asked me how big mine was.

I told him.

"That's great!" he said. "I'm sure she would love that."

He wanted to hire me to try and seduce her again. He felt that she was ready to go through with everything this time. If things go well, he wanted me to have sex with his wife while he was in the room watching.

"I'll pay you very well for your time," he said.

This guy was rich, so I knew from the last encounter that he was serious.

I told him that I would have to think about it and would call him back in a few days. I also mentioned that I knew another male stripper with blonde hair and blue eyes who might be interested.

"That'd be cool and all," he said, "but my wife already met you and loved talkin' to ya. You already built a rapport with her, so it'd be easy for you to talk to her again."

So I'm going to call this guy back in a few days. I'm not sure on whether I'll do this or not. The whole situation feels awkward, and there is A LOT of pressure on trying to seduce a woman, especially when the amount of payment depends on success.

I'll post an update when I talk to him again.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Huffington Post / AOL Interview With Dion

AOL / Huffington Post filmed me for an interview last year. Here is a repost of the video:

Or click on this link to view it through Youtube:

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Selling My Underwear

September 6, 2013

I stripped for a nice bacheloette party at a seaside cottage in Miramar Beach, Florida. This bunch was from Memphis, Tennessee. The lady who hired me did not tell her anyone about me, so the event was a complete surprise.

The plan was for me to act like I was part of the property management stopping by to fix some broken window blinds in the cottage. It was quite an absurd idea in my opinion, but the customer came up with it. I dressed in a polo shirt and dress pants. Beneath them, I wore a brand new black thong from California Muscle, a skin-tight vest with a zipper down the front, and my knee-high boots.

I met the paying customer outside the cottage. It was two-story with a well-kept lawn, white picket fence, and even an outside shower to rinse the sand off from the beach. I could hear the ladies on the second floor screaming and making a lot of noise. The customer told me that she would leave the downstairs door open for me to enter.

"Just go upstairs and do your thang," she said.

Since no one else knew I was coming, I felt very hesitant about barging in a place full of women. They would probably think I was a rapist or burglar. I voiced my doubts aloud, but the customer insisted on this plan. She went upstairs and I waited a few minutes outside.

Despite the customer's instructions, I tried knocking.

No one answered.

After a minute, I entered and made my way upstairs. As soon as I rounded the corner and into the kitchen and living room area where everyone was situated, all the girls stopped what they were doing and stared. Several jumped in surprise. A few backed up towards the patio door on the opposite side of the room.

"Property management!" I said quickly. "I'm here to fix the blinds over there."

Several girls commented about me barging in, but the girl who hired me quickly intervened and said that I was late. She offered to show me where the blinds were broken. The door leading to the second story patio actually had a few blinds that were bent, and as I pretended to inspect them.

"Oh my God," one lady stated. "I thought you were some stalker coming in to kill us."

"Sorry, but no one answered when I tried to knock and bang at the door," I said.

After relaxing from the horror of a strange man appearing in the house, some of the women began making requests.

"Hey, it's her bachelorette party!"

"Is your name Jacob?"

"No," I said. "Why?"

"We're doing a scavenger hunt and we have to find a guy named Jacob to get points."

 I took this time to study the crowd. The ladies appeared to be in their late 20s or early 30s. All of them wore similar t-shirts, but of different colors: pink, blue, orange, green, yellow. Each colored t-shirts signified a team, and there were three girls per team. They showed me a list of things to do for their scavenger hunt, and finding a guy named "Jacob" was one of the items to check off.

The winning team was supposed to get a good prize.

"Can you pick her up and carry her while we take pictures?"

"Damn! He's hot!"

"Do a dance for her!"

"Yeah! Give her a strip tease!"

The women had no idea that I was the stripper, but they wanted me to take my clothes off. All of them thought I was there on behalf of the property management. I acted like I was uncomfortable with their comments and requests, even shifted from side to side nervously.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that stuff," I said. "I'm here to work. I don't want to get fired..."

"Come on! It's her bachelorette party."

"Yeah, we won't tell on you!"

Several ladies shoved the bride, a short and tanned brunette, towards me.

"Pick her up... Please?"

"Yeah, carry her across the threshold," one girl said, indicating to the patio door, which was now open.

I sighed and said, "Okay, but I can get in trouble doing this."

"We won't tell anyone!"

I picked up the bride and stood at the "threshold" of the patio door and posed for a few pictures. I wondered how a normal guy would react to all of the strange demands this crowd was making.

"Now set her down and give her a lap dance!"

"I-I don't know about this..." I began.

"Just do it!"

I lowered the bride on a nearby chair. Someone turned the music up and most of the room began to chair. I began to dance, making a show of appearing awkward and unsure. The bride sat attentively and smiled

Several girls expressed joy that they had convinced the "property management guy" to dance.

"Take it off!" a girl shouted.

My nervous facade faded, replaced by a grin. I lifted my polo shirt, revealing my shiny, pleather vest beneath. The bride's mouth dropped in surprise at first, and she gave a shriek of delight. The other women saw my vest and gave a cheer.

"He's a stripper!" one lady screamed. 

The bride placed her hands on my chest and groped my torso up and down. Next, she grabbed my zipper and yanked it downwards, opening my vest and exposing my chest and abs, which she touched with zeal.

I slowly stripped out of my pants and vest, leaving only my thong and boots on. While I was dancing with the bride, one lady came up from behind and grab my ass.

"I have a confession to make," I said to the crowd, motioning for silence. "I'm not really property management."

Everyone laughed.

A heavy-set woman took an exception to my ass, and continually fondled it. "I have a thing for asses, and you definitely have a nice one!"

Several of her friends scolded her, but I assured them that I did not mind. It was part of the job.

My favorite person that evening was a brunette wearing a miniskirt. She had on a red polyester thong that had a black outline and a camel toe wedged in the middle. I rubbed myself against her camel toe, getting partially aroused in the process.

"Can I keep him?" the brunette asked her friends, wrapping her legs around my waist and crossing them at her ankles. "Or can he at least stay the night with me?"

My performance went smoothly. Most of the crowd participated with me to some degree, and even a few ladies took body shots from my mid-section. 

After I finished my strip show, the girls surrounded me to ask help for their scavenger hunt. I decided to be a good sport and play along.

The blue team asked me to have a picture taken with a member of their team holding a razor and pretending to shave my leg. The scavenger hunt rules stated that they were supposed to shave my leg hair, but since my legs were already shaved, the pretense was good enough.

The pink team asked me to strike a silly pose with one of their team members for a picture. I posed with the woman making goofy faces together. That team giggled when they reviewed the picture.

A member of the yellow team needed to write her name on me and take a picture of it. I allowed her to write "Donna" on my arm with a black marker, and we took a picture where I held my arm up to the camera.

Several other team members asked a few questions, such as if my name was "Michael," or if I had any tattoos. I told them "no."

After I satisfied most of the teams, the crowd had one last request: they wanted to buy the thong that I was wearing.

That was one of the items on their scavenger hunt checklist.

They offered $20. I was hesitant at first, because this was my brand new thong that I paid more than $30 for from California Muscle. Then this thought occurred to me: these girls paid a lot of money for a once in a lifetime event with a male stripper, so giving them my thong would really add to their memories. I would be doing them a service.

I did not want to give them my brand new thong though. I had another one in my duffel bag that was in the trunk of my car that was clean. The women offered to follow me out to the street to get it.

My car was parked on the side of the small and narrow concrete road that winded through the cloister of cottages. The few ladies that accompanied me made a lot of noise to attract the attention of a group of people sitting on the porch of a cottage nearby. The group stopped what they were doing and stared at us, a group of girls surrounding one lone guy, in curiosity.

While I opened the trunk of my car to search for my extra thong, the ladies on separate teams began arguing about who would get to buy my thong.

"I offered him money for his underwear first!"

"But you got to shave his leg already!"

"Hey, we got dibs on his underwear!"

"Dion, can you give your underwear to us instead?"

This spectacle carried on while I was searching. I turned around and looked down at the people sitting on a porch nearby. All of them stared in silence, probably wondering what the hell a group of girls were doing fighting over a man's underwear.

When I found my older thong, the women from separate teams finally agreed that the blue team would purchase my thong.

The team leader handed me $40 and I held out the older thong to her.

"Can we have the thong you're wearing, Dion?" she asked me.

"Yeah, the rules state that it has to be the one you're wearing."

I looked around in amazement. These women were eager and excited to have my thong. Even the neighbors on the porch seemed to lean on the edge of their seats to see the outcome.

"Okay," I agreed.

We all went back inside. I went into the bathroom to change. I handed the blue team leader my brand new thong, and she snatched it with gratitude. Next, she placed it against another girl's face.

"Smell it, bitch!" she said. "You know you want it."

We all laughed at that.

Another woman took the thong from the blue team leader and wore it on her head like a headband.

After I left, the blue team leader sent me a picture of herself with my thong wrapped around her hat. I smiled when I saw it.

My Thong on Blue Team Leader's Hat

I never thought in my lifetime that I could sell my underwear to women. I guess that's just one more thing I can check off on my list of "Things That I Have Done."

Post Script:

The paying customer said that she would e-mail me some pics from the party. So far, I haven't gotten any, but when I do, I will make another update.

Regarding my performance, here is a text message she sent me after I left:

"Thank you again! Everyone has been singing your praises! hahaha"

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

A Strange Coincidence

**Edit** Check out this post for a video from this show:

On top of the bride

August 22, 2013

This bachelorette party took place at a hotel room in Miramar Beach, Florida. There were only seven girls, and I was to act like the hotel management responding to a noise complaint about their party. It was a typical bachelorette event for me, except for one thing: I knew one of the girls.

First, I noticed that the area code of the customer's phone number was the same as mine. I was a little worried, but she told me that she was 19 years old. What was the likelihood that I would encounter someone I know? All of my friends were in their 30s.

As soon as I entered the hotel room though, I recognized one of the girls right away. Her name was Kara, and she used to date my best friend's much younger brother. I met her four years ago at my friend's house when she was 17 and I was 28.

Little did I know then that I would strip for her. 

She had long since broken up with my friend's little brother, but she remembered me well. Hell, I even remembered her dog's name.

While I did my rounds with each girl, she stared at me intently. I did not want to say anything because I did not want her to feel awkward by calling her out in front of her friends. She was either too drunk or too curious to feel the same.

"Aren't you Dion?" she asked.

Everyone stopped and stared at Kara and me in shock. Shit.

"Yeah," I said. "And you're Kara, right?"

"Oh my God!" she said, cupping her mouth. "I never would've guess that you did this!"

Even though Kara hadn't seen me in awhile, she knew a lot about me. A little too much for my comfort. We talked a bit during my friend's family gatherings a few years ago. She knew me as a professional, met my ex-girlfriend, and even knew a lot of stories about me that my friend's family shared with her.

I felt a little nervous because if she started gossiping about my secret stripping job in my hometown, my reputation and my full time job would be at stake. However, she said nothing to her friends.

Instead, we continued on as though nothing happened. 

The rest of the party adored me. The bride clutched me like I was her prize for the evening. In fact, she opened all of her other bridal gifts prior to my arrival, and her sister said that I was her final gift.

Me and Kara
I thought that Kara would feel awkward participating with me, but she showed just as much, if not more enthusiasm than the other girls. When the others put cake icing on her thighs, breasts, and lips, she thrust her hips against me as I licked it off.

The girls put chocolate and vanilla icing all over me, and several of them took turns licking it off of me. They also took body shots from my abs.

"So do you do one-on-one private shows?" one girl inquired. "Because I might be interested!"

"Do you do private massages with happy endings?" another girl asked.

The bride's sister told me that she and her friends were going to a nearby beach that Saturday night and invited me out to go with them.

The girls also planned to hit the clubs that night, and Kara asked if I could come with them. Unfortunately, I had more work that night, so I had to leave soon. 

Kara had her hands all over me while we took pictures together. One of her friends caressed me, asking how much of her I could handle.

If only I could stay longer...

I had to leave to make it to my other gig that night. 

The girls viewed the pictures and videos they had taken during my performance on their phones. I peered over their shoulders and admired a few.

"Want me to send them to you?" Kara asked me.

"Sure," I said. "If you don't mind."

"Give me your number."

I did and she sent me a few pictures immediately. The bride's sister also sent me a few pictures with a promise to send more.

I left with great reluctance.

The next day, I talked to Kara over the phone. She did not tell her friends much about me and said that she would keep my job a secret with everyone I know. She was still in complete and utter shock that I worked as a male stripper on the side.
The bride licking chocolate icing off of me.

"Knowing you from before, I would have never guessed!" she said. "You didn't seem like the type."

"That's why I work out of town," I said. "So I don't run into people I know."

"Same!" she said. "We had the bachelorette party out of town, so we wouldn't run into any people we know!" 

"Well if you ever need me to strip for you again, let me know."

"I definitely will!" she said. "I have your number saved."

Monday, September 2, 2013

Party Log: August 31, 2013

1st Party

Gulf Shores, Alabama

8:30 p.m.

The Maid of Honor for this party booked me almost a month ago. The location was in a beach condo in Gulf Shores, with a dirt road driveway; I almost got stuck in a sandy rut.

About half of the girls were reserved and half were wild. The wild ones, including the Maid of Honor, would have probably taken things further if the other girls were not present. For example, the Maid of Honor lifted up her dress to expose her black thong and was grinding her pussy against my cock.

The bride, a very attractive and tanned blonde girl, did not want to participate too much, but told me to give her friends attention instead. Her friends insisted that I give the bride attention. I felt like a tennis ball in a game of tennis, bouncing back and forth on each side.

I resolved this problem by offering the bride a foot massage, which she gladly accepted. Her friends provided lotion, and I rubbed her pedicured feet for a good fifteen minutes.

The more conservative girls wanted a foot massage too, so everyone ended up satisfied.

Overall, every girl was polite, respect, and hospitable. I left this party with at least $300.

2nd Party

Destin, Florida

12:45 a.m.

My agent called me about this bachelorette party while I was in commute to Gulf Shores for my first show of the evening. I told him that the earliest I would be able to do another party, especially in Destin, was after midnight. He said he would call me back.

I did not expect the second booking to go through, especially being so late, but my agent sent me the booking information that I was scheduled for 1 a.m.

The party took place in a large and fancy hotel in Destin called the Emerald Grande. I was supposed to meet the customer outside at the pool (the same hotel and pool as in this story: $1,500 Gig).

When I arrived at the swimming pool, the bar was closed and the pool was almost empty, save for two middle-aged men sitting in lawn chairs and drinking on the west side of the pool and a middle-aged couple embraced in the shallow end of the pool.

I pulled out my phone and had the following text message exchange with the customer: 

Me (12:43AM): Okay. I am here. Let me know when you want to meet 

Maid of Honor (12:44AM): Okay we can meet in the pool area right now if ya can

Me (12:44AM): I am at pool 

I expected to meet only one girl, so I watched and waited.

Two blonde girls in black dresses entered the pool area and walked around as though the were searching for somebody. They were probably my customers. 

The two middle-aged men saw the two girls and immediately pounced on them armed with their best drunken pick-up lines.

Seeing the two men talking to them, I just realized that the girls did not even know what I looked like, so I decided to send this message: 

Me (12:45AM): I am wearing black pants

Me (12:46AM): Polo shirt

I could hear the men trying their best to flirt with the two girls, asking them where they were from and what they were doing in Destin. One of the girls said she was from Mississippi, then added that she was married to discourage any further pick-up attempts from the two drunk guys.

One guy replied, "Oh really? I fucked a few married girls from Mississippi before!"

The girl who said that she was married took a step back. The men did not get the hint and still tried talking to her. The other girl pulled out her phone as started texting. I received a text message shortly after.

Maid of Honor (12:46AM): We r here too! Looking for u

Me (12:47AM): I am in lounge chair.

Me (12:47AM): are you talking to two guys

The girl checked her phone, looked around and saw me. I waved at her. She waved back and walked over to me. Her friend left the two guys in mid-conversation and hurried over to join. The Maid of Honor sat on the neighboring chair, and the married blonde sat with me on the lounge chair I was on.

The two drunk guys looked over and saw the girls with me and stared in sheepish silence.

"I hope you didn't think one of them was your stripper," I said.

 They both laughed.

"Sorry for taking so long. Those losers were trying to hit on us," the Maid of Honor replied.

The married blonde said, "One of them said he that he 'fucked a few married girls from Mississippi' when I told him that I was married and from Mississippi... classy."

I laughed. "I bet you found that attractive."

"That's why they're single and sitting at a pool drunk on a Saturday night," she replied

They handed me the money and we walked up to go to the hotel room together. The two men watched as I left the pool with both women.

On the way up to the room, I went over the routine. I was going to act as the hotel management responding to a noise complaint. I would scold the girls, mostly the bride, and then strip.

When I started, the bride completely bought my whole act. She apologized profusely until I took my shirt off. Then her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

When she realized I was a male stripper, she smiled, laughed, and acquiesced to my strip tease. She grabbed my muscles and felt my body like I was her personal present.

"Oh my God," she said, grabbing my ass. "I never even seen a male stripper before. This is just surprising!"

There were only five girls total. I danced for them and even took Jell-o shots from between their breasts. In return, some of them took Jell-o shots from my chest and abs.

None of the other girls ever had a male stripper before, and they enjoyed every minute of my performance. I stayed until 3 a.m. They told me that they will be talking about my performance for weeks.

The Maid of Honor sent me this text message the next day:

Maid of Honor (1:37PM): Thank you!! It was really fun and we have enjoyed our conversations today haha

In total, I earned over $500 for both parties.