Monday, June 17, 2013

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Two parties. One was in northwest Florida while the other was in Biloxi, Mississippi. Combining the time it took to prepare before the show, performing, and commuting, I spent about ten hours total.

The first party was a simple bachelorette party of about twenty girls. The mother hired me for her daughter, so there was a mix of older ladies and young girls of college age. She wanted me to arrive as a pizza delivery man and even provided me with a Pizza Hut box. I rang the doorbell and entered, opened the pizza box for the crowd, showing them that it was empty.

"I ate the pizza," I told them. "It's my last day working at Pizza Hut, so I don't give a shit."

Some of the girls laughed. They knew I was the stripper and pointed me to the bachelorette.

The bachelorette was very timid, so spent enough time to give her a short strip show. Instead, I just focused my attention on her girlfriends, who were very attractive. There was one blonde who looked like a tall and tanned version of Taylor Swift. I thoroughly enjoyed my time on top of her.

Overall, the crowd was tame due to the mother's presence along with the few other older ladies, but they treated me well. One girl asked for my phone number and another invited me out to the club, which I turned down with much regret because of my next show in Biloxi.

Biloxi was about a three and a half hour drive from where I was in Florida.

My show in Biloxi started after midnight, which is rare. Usually the girls like to eat dinner, have the stripper, then hit the clubs. This party was hitting the clubs first and having the stripper afterwards. Believe it or not, this was the first time that I stripped for a group of girls after they hit the clubs
It was the birthday girl's fortieth birthday. The event took place at the Beau Rivage Casino Hotel in Biloxi, Mississippi. The plan was simple. I was to hide in the closest until she arrived into the hotel room and burst out to surprise her. I thought that this was a bad idea, but the other girls insisted on it.

Luckily, the birthday girl did not attack me or have a heart attack when I emerged from hiding. Instead, she berated her friends for awhile, saying that she knew that they were acting suspiciously all night. Next, I had to wait for her to choose a song to her liking. Once I started stripping for her, she sat there unimpressed.

"Come on," she said while I was unbuttoning my shirt. "Show me what you got."

She continued to make demands while I stripped. One thing I hate is one of my clientele directing my performance. That's like an audience member telling a standup comedian which jokes he should tell.

The whole time, the birthday girl refused to play along with my directions. She dry-humped me as I danced with her friends, or she straddled her friends. She climbed atop of one girl's face and announced that she was on her period. The other girl squirmed from underneath in a feeble attempt to escape. The truth was, the birthday girl was really on her period. I avoided close contact with her for the duration of the party.

Besides the birthday girl, the other girls were a great audience. Two of them wanted to make out with me and were getting more and more physical as time went on. Throughout the whole event, a few girls trickled in and out of the room to smoke in the hallway.

That was a mistake. Apparently it was against the hotel's policy to smoke in or around the rooms.

A wandering security guard walked up and saw the smoking violation. He looked into the room and saw me in a g-string entwined with one of the girls who wanted to kiss me. We broke apart as more security guards came. The birthday girl immediately launched into an argument with the head security guard, stating how ridiculous they were acting about a simple cigarette.

I gathered my clothes to get dressed. The party was over.

The head security guard asked for the birthday girl's I.D. She became more irate, which didn't help her situation any. After awhile, a hotel manager arrived and told the birthday girl that she was being issued a $250 fine for smoking in and around the hotel room, which would be charged to her room fee.

The hotel manager and security left, leaving a fuming birthday girl and a bitter ending to a wild night.

I left the hotel at 3 a.m. and got home at almost 6 a.m.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Random Update: Pics From A Recent Party

A few days ago, Kristee, the girl who hired me for the Memorial Day Weekend Party, sent me a text message with a couple of pics of the party.

It was very unexpected. I asked her to send a few pics then, and she said she would, but I didn't hear back from her in a couple of days. Usually that meant no pics were coming. Very common occurrence. Girls forget about the male dancer as soon as he's gone, and life goes on.

She was a week late, but she delivered on her word.  I like that girl! 

I uploaded the pics and attached them to the story, so you can either click on the link above or here for the story, or just scroll down:

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Patricia's Trip To Vegas

Patricia, Sandy, and Lana
Note from Dion: Patricia contacted me asking if I wanted to read about her experience with a male stripper. Of course I do! I love hearing a woman's take on male strippers with uncensored honesty, and I'm sure other readers would too. Patricia was even generous to include a pic.

Here's Patricia:

About 3 weeks ago I went on a weekend trip to Las Vegas with a couple of friends (I'll call them "Sandy" and "Lana"). It was my first time in Vegas and we were there to celebrate Sandy's bachelorette party. Lana, being the maid-of-honor, did an amazing job planning the entire trip. She even did the research for our 2 full nights, finding a packaged deal for night club crawling and kept insisting that we go to a strip club while we were there (her reasoning was "We have to because it's Vegas!). Sandy and I were not interested however, when Lana found a place that wasn't full frontal (her words: "Relax, this strip tease is light... we won't see men with their dicks out"). Sandy and I agreed. 

When we arrived at the strip club we were swiftly escorted upstairs to where the male dancers were and it looked like what you would pretty much expect. It was dark, there were some flashing lights, a few shirtless men walking around, a guy dancing for a girl on stage. The 3 of us sat down at a table not too far and waited for 3 seats so we could sit closer to the stage. 

The previous night when we'd gone club crawling, Sandy wore a couple of the stereotypical bachelorette accessories: a pink, plastic tiara with a small veil and a pink sash with "bachelorette" written on it. This night however, Sandy gave the accessories for Lana to wear (Lana is single) because she didn't want to get any extra attention from the dancers.  Sandy starts off the night by buying a lap dance for Lana while the 2 of us watched and laughed. While Lana was receiving her dance one of the other dancers came up to me and offered me one. I politely declined and told him perhaps later since at that moment I was enjoying watching my friend receive her's. He replied sure, said that he hoped I enjoyed my time at the club, and then walked away.

After the lap dance for Lana was over a few women had moved away from the stage so we took their seats and enjoyed the view. A dancer came out in a lumber jack costume and was the only one who stripped down to some really short booty shorts instead of a thong. He quickly became our favorite and seemed to be the dancer that tried the least but received the most attention. 

While we watched Mr. Lumber Jack do his thing on stage with another bachelorette, another dancer hugged me from behind and, while cupping my breasts, said "You are so hot, I noticed you earlier and I'm not even one of the dancers, I'm actually a singer." He then proceeded to sing "I Can Show You the World" from the animated Disney movie "Aladdin." After announcing that he was just kidding he asked my 2 friends to pitch in for a dance for me. Sandy said no because she had used her cash on Lana to which I respond with "Ok, ok. I'll pay!" He asked me if I wanted the dance to be more private or out in the open for everyone to see. I laughed nervously and told him I didn't know so he just moved my chair a safe distance from the stage and began to dance.

I don't remember the entire lap dance I received because I found it to be both arousing and humorous. No offense, but I've never really been a fan of a man in a thong so when he had his ass turned to me I couldn't help but laugh. However, he had an AMAZING ass! Another reason why I laughed was probably out of shyness and embarrassment, Sandy took some pictures of both lap dances (mine and Lana's but pictures were almost immediately deleted) and in mine my face was super red.

During my lap dance the stripper mentioned several times that he thought I was "so hot" felt me up and told me he loved my breasts to which I responded with "Thanks!" in a somewhat arrogant tone (what else do you say when a stripper compliments your boobs?!) and keeps dancing. Then he asks me if I'm single, I reply yes, and he goes "it makes me really happy that you're single." While this is going on I'm simultaneously analyzing the situation, comparing it to experiences I've heard from my guy friends with female strippers, and assuming that these are the types of things that a male stripper can say during a lap dance to increase their chances of receiving more money. Also, the whole "I'm really glad you're single" comment made me think, "Is that dirty talk for women? Is that really what women like to hear?" (Just FYI, I studied psychology in college).

He finishes dancing for me, grabs my hand, pulls me into his arms, and goes "Would you like a private dance?" In the midst of all my giggling I managed to force out a no to which he replies "Oh, that's too bad! I'm really sad about that."

Afterwards I paid him the $20 for the dance and before he walks away he goes, "So how long are you in town?"

"Until tomorrow." I said.

"You want to hang out with me and my friends at the pool tomorrow?" He asks.

"Uh, sure. Can my friends come too?" I ask, pointing to both Sandy and Lana. 

"Sure, they're hot... Hey is this your phone?"

I tell him no, that the phone he pointed at wasn't mine and pulled mine out of my purse. He gives me his number, says his name is Noah (to which my first reaction was how that was a horrible stripper name), and tells me to send him a text with my name.

Sandy mentioned several times afterwards that Noah really, really liked me and the dance he gave me was much more provocative then what Lana received from the other dancer. In fact, she said there were a lot of times when my dance was almost "soft-core porn."

I don't remember if this happened before or after my lap dance, but I had been approached by a third stripper asking if I wanted a dance and I declined and apologized to which he politely replied, "No, that's ok. I hope you have a great time, ok?" His tone was so kind and sincere that it really surprised me. I had always thought male strippers were super cocky and douchey but even the ones I rejected a dance from where super nice and made it a point to tell me that they hoped I had a good time before walking away.

We only stayed a few minutes longer, our hour was up and our guide had arrived to escort us to 2 dance clubs but I walked out of that club thinking I was the shit! Ah ha ha ha! I didn't text Noah that night and spent my last day in Vegas with my 2 friends. 

Even before getting a male's stripper's number I, along with my 2 friends, had a blast at the strip club. Sandy was the only one of us who didn't get a dance but she said it was because she didn't feel comfortable receiving a dance when she was in a serious relationship. However, had she been single.... ;-)

The last thing I'll end my story with is that my first (but hopefully not last) experience with a male stripper turned out to be a positive one that completely changed my perception of it. I don't usually get hit on by men that attractive and to be hit on by one that meets a good number of attractive females that pay him to get dirty with them? Needless to say, I came back home with a much larger ego.