Stripping is usually fun for me, especially when the crowd is enthusiastic about my performance. This party of 10 girls were celebrating a 21st birthday party, and they had all the ingredients to make a great party recipe: wildness, participation, and enthusiasm. Even with everything going well, getting through this show proved excruciating for me.
I worked 12 hours at my full-time job the night before, got off work, and napped for 3 hours before I had to wake up to prepare for this show. So when I arrived and gave the girls a show, I was exhausted. Usually I can flip on the "entertainer" switch inside of me and transform into a beam of energy guaranteed to grab the crowd's attention. This time, the batteries powering that beam were almost dead, and I only had about an hour's worth of performing time in me.
These girls wanted it wild. They lined the birthday girl's mesh thong with dollar bills, leaving me to strip off her jean shorts to access them. I had this girl on the floor of the living room in her underwear, with her pussy visible through the purple mesh fabric. Her friends were screaming and cheering me on. The birthday girl was getting quite turned on by my antics.
About 45 minutes later, I felt drained. I wanted to end the performance, but the girls wanted to continue, which is a good thing. I gave about 10 more minutes worth of everything I had. I gave over an hour's worth, which is what was expected of me, but I did not even come close to giving a 100% effort. I could tell that these girls wanted to take the performance a step further--perhaps nudity or something equally crazy--but I was done.
Everyone seemed happy. I wasn't. Deep down, I knew I could have given a better show. I just wish they had booked me on a day where I wasn't so overworked, but I don't choose the customers' party dates for them.
After getting done with the party, I head for my full-time job for another night of work, exhausted from stripping and with three hours of sleep.