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.