|State Flag of Mississippi at night.|
Also, Mississippi lacked (and still does as of the time of this writing) a generous offering of male strippers. My agent wouldn't have been able to get another stripper to fill the role because I was the only male stripper he had who covered that area.
So I took the job.
To compensate for the three hour drive, my agent increased the standard fee and decided to give me larger share of his cut. Very kind of him.
The customer---I'll refer to her as 'Vee'---requested a doctor's outfit as the costume. Interesting fetish. However, I did not have any scrubs or anything that would have me pass as a doctor. When I called Vee via phone, she said to wear "wear something sexy." I wore a new pair of faux-leather pants, a button-collared shirt, shiny urethane-coated briefs (to conceal my tan line from the Caribbean), and of course, my stripper boots.
After a long a boring drive across parts of Alabama and Mississippi, I arrived and met Vee at 10 p.m. and collected the payment. The party took place at her apartment. Her roommate was the bachelorette.
All of the girls were black, except for one white girl. There were ten total all of them were in their early 20's. About half of them looked attractive and dressed well... And they loved every minute of my performance.
No one drank any alcoholic beverages. Therefore, we did not do any bodyshots. Instead, I just snatched dollars bills from cleavage with my mouth, danced, groped, and got groped. Typical routine, but the girls and I enjoyed each others' company. They stuffed each other with dollar bills, and after hopping around a few girls, my underwear couldn't hold all the money and it started dropping onto the floor, scattering like leaves across the lawn.
One girl wore a skirt with thigh-high leather boots. She was very dark-skinned and one of the most beautiful girls there. She was engaged, saying that she hadn't "been with another man in two years." Her enthusiasm reflected her statement for she traced her nails lightly around my hips, trailing to the inside of my thighs and up my abs. When I straddled her, I grabbed her boots and imitated licking them for her friends taking pictures.
"What's your name?" the girl in the thigh-high leather boots asked.
"Mmmm, Dion," she said, as though she was tasting the words. "I'm going to name my sex toy after you."
Her sister, about as equally attractive, danced with me next. She must had taken gymnastics or ballet, because she a great body and was extremely flexible.
"Can you put your legs behind your head?" I asked her.
"Sure," she grinned, doing so with her toes pointing towards the ceiling. She looked tangled up like a pretzel.
I leaned over her. Our position looked similar to those pornos of flexible girls, and I began getting hard rubbing against her. She was wearing shiny tight leggings, and she had a camel toe which I was pressing against. She began breathing rhythmically.
After a few moments, I stood up. "I better quit," I announced to the other girls, "before I get too turned on."
"You should've kept going then," the flexible girl said.
I interacted with all ten girls. Once I was done, we all took pictures together. First, the bachelorette and I posed together. Then the girl with the thigh-high boots and her sexy and flexible sister bundled up against me for the camera. For one picture, they both got on their knees, opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues towards my crotch. We took a few pictures in this position, then I thrust myself towards the inviting tongue causing much laughter among the crowd.
As I announced I was leaving, the girls offered me food and gathered all of the tip money from the floor and handed it to me. I hugged each girl and thanked them.
"You were a lot of fun, Dion," the one of the girls said. "You're laid back, like a country boy. We definitely gettin' you for our next party."
I walked out of that apartment with a smile and almost four-hundred dollars. Not bad, except the three-hour drive back home.