Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Chapters From the Book

For those who are interested in the book, I've posted several chapters from it on this blog and will post several more in the future.

You can view the list here: How to Become a Male Stripper

Just scroll down until you get to the list and check back for more chapters.



Chapter 4: Getting Started (as a Male Stripper)

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  


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I get e-mails all the time from guys wanting to jump into this profession, thinking they’ll bang multiple girls at each party while the money rains down on them. Some even think that stripping will provide them enough income to pay for college along with their monthly bills. And don’t get me started on the misconceptions. Porn sites out show male strippers having orgies with multiple girls at the strip club, taking turns boning several models bareback before shooting a big load on their faces… Yeah, that’s porn.
(Though it is possible!)
That doesn’t necessarily mean that fantasies become reality in this line of work. There are plenty of opportunities for money and women (or men if that is your preference), and a savvy male stripper can make out like a bandit with both.   
It’s not a perfect occupation though. Even after working in the industry for a while, many men start complaining: the women were mean; working on weekends sucks; driving everywhere sucks; the employer takes a big cut of the money.
The bottom line is that stripping is a job, and every job has its fair share of bullshit. I’ll list the drawbacks below so you can determine whether or not this is the path for you.

Drawback #1: Working Weekends
That means Friday and Saturday nights, so get ready to say “goodbye” to your social life. This job will be your new social life. 
Most customers plan their parties on the weekends since that is when they have off work. So about 95% of the time, you will work either Friday or Saturday night.
During spring and summer, your employer will have work for you just about every Friday and Saturday night if you’re near a big city or a hot tourist resort where people go to have bachelorette parties and special events. I hope you didn’t have any plans to go out with friends or family because that’s not likely going to happen during peak season with this job.
If you continuously turn down work because you want to hang out with your friends or go on a date during the weekends, expect your employer to book another stripper in your place. And the next time a party becomes available, the other guy will have first priority because he is more reliable than you are.

Drawback #2: Last Minute Bookings
Imagine making plans to go out to dinner with your girlfriend at a nice restaurant. It’s 6 p.m., and you two sit down and order something to eat when suddenly your cell phone rings. It’s your booking agent. There’s a bachelorette party at 9 p.m. Do you want to do it?
Well, you can probably finish dinner, but you’re not going to get laid afterwards. Your girlfriend will be mad if you take the show because you ruined the date night, and your employer will be disappointed if you cannot take the show because you’re costing him the sale.
This scenario happens a lot. Parties book strippers at the last minute all the time. Sometimes, another stripper cancels just prior to his show, so your employer wants you to go in his stead.
Last minute bookings always happen on the same day, hours before the show. Sometimes they are impossible to make on time, and the booking company will be understanding. They sometimes even charge more for last minute shows. Companies love male strippers who are available because that’s more money for the company.
Male strippers who are always available get first dibs for parties on the roster.

Drawback #3: Travel
Whether you strip at private parties or onstage at a male revue, expect to travel—a lot.
Chippendales and other similar male revue strippers go on long tours where they travel from city to city, with long periods away from home. Homesickness is a common malady on the road. Some of these guys live in hotels, sharing rooms with coworkers. They rarely get their own space, and they sit on a tour bus or plane for hours at a time.
The other groups of touring strippers live with fewer luxuries. Most have to use their own modes of transportation, which is money out of their pockets. Sometimes, the money they earn from the male revue fails to cover the travel expenses, making the event a waste of time from a financial standpoint. At the very worst, some of these guys sleep in their own vehicles.
Private party strippers often have it the easiest, but they still do a lot of travel. They drive (or take public transportation) directly to the location of the event, which can be minutes away or several hours away. Traveling costs time, money, and puts wear and tear on the stripper’s vehicle.
While the idea of travel may sound like a novelty—see new sights and try new things—being on the road all the time starts to suck before long.

Drawback #4: Unstable Income
If you think you’re going to get rich doing this job, think again. Male strippers share one major thing in common with firefighters—they both usually work other jobs to earn a living.
Sometimes, I go weeks without work, and at other times, I do nothing but hop from party to party.
As mentioned earlier, most parties fall on Fridays or Saturdays. The spring and summer times are the peak season. Work starts to dwindle when everyone hibernates for the winter.
No parties means no income. That’s a jagged pill to swallow for those looking for easy money. At least you know what you’ll get with other jobs that offer a set salary and set work hours. Working as a male stripper is a surprise each and every time. You can go to a bachelorette party anticipating $100 in tips and walk away with less than $10.
The exception lies with touring acts such as Chippendales, who make a steady salary and have a constant workload. Male strip clubs also present a normal schedule at a fixed location, but their success and the success of their employees depend on the flow of customers coming in and out of the establishment.
Living in a big city that has a large demand for male strippers is a big plus, along with living near a place where people congregate with extra money to waste, but expect fierce competition from other guys.

Drawback #5: Pension and benefits
It ain’t happening.

Drawback #6: Competition
Male stripping is a highly competitive job. The better guy gets the work. Better involves a number of factors: looks, muscles, reliability, work ethic, stage presence, costumes, etc.
This is a dream job for most men. Who loves to be the center of attention in front of a room of hot girls? I’m sure just about every straight guy out there would raise his hand. As a result, the sheer number of applicants for this job is overwhelming. The supply of wannabe male strippers far surpasses the demand for them. That’s why booking companies want to hire the best guy to send out to customers, not the most average.
What baffles me is the number of guys who send me e-mails with pics asking if they’re eligible to become male strippers. Most of the time, these guys have abs, but are rail thin. Sometimes, they have some muscle mass, but hold too much body fat. Take a look at a male stripping booking website. Those guys have good muscle mass and look like models. They are the competition. If you look like shit standing next to those guys, then you probably aren’t qualified for this job, even if your girlfriend says you’re the hottest stud in town.
The same thing happens at male revues. The best looking and most charismatic guys get the money while the least attractive guys get ignored. It can be demoralizing if you’re at the bottom of the totem pole.

Drawback #7: Social Repercussions
Do you work a professional day job? Are you part of the church choir? Would word of your job getting out to the public damage your reputation with your community, friends, or family? If so, you might want to consider if the risks are worth it.

Drawback #8: Muscular Maintenance
Do you like to eat junk food, or go out drinking on the weekends? Do you have a sweet tooth? Do you hate lifting weights on a regular basis? If so, then this job is not for you.
Developing and maintaining a muscular body requires discipline and good eating and training habits. In other words, it can be a pain in the ass.
You might be one of those lucky guys who can cram anything down their throats and not gain an ounce of fat while maintaining muscle mass. Hell, I was one of those guys in my early 20s. However, most people cannot. Metabolism slows with age, so even the young guys who shrug off their bad habits tend to pay later in life. The male strippers who like to drink, party, and eat whatever on a regular basis don’t last in the field very long. Once they pack on the pounds and lose muscle definition, the women start complaining.
Most normal human beings need to be highly dedicated to good training and nutrition in order to develop a ripped, muscular body and keep it. This requires a sacrifice of time and effort in the gym and kitchen, not to mention forsaking heavy drinking and drugs. Healthy living can be boring. The abundance of junk food, alcohol, and laziness in our society means job security for a male stripper. Therefore, you must always strive to maintain an ideal physical condition, as there are other ripped and willing guys ready to take your place should you falter and become flabby.

Drawback #9: Relationships
Being a male stripper and a good boyfriend/fiancĂ©/husband at the same time is hard, especially when you’re young and horny. Opportunity and temptation lurk at every corner in the guise of eager girls in their prime wearing tantalizing perfume and provocative clubbing attire that draw your attention like a tractor beam. Every party can become a test of faithfulness and virtue for a stripper in a relationship.
Relationships are one of the top reasons most guys quit this job, according to my booking agents.
A good male stripper either stays single, or has an extremely open-minded girlfriend who doesn’t mind the fact that he comes in close physical contact with many women on a weekly basis.
I’d even go as far to suggest getting a bi-sexual girlfriend who encourages you to bring home cute girls from your work, but that’s just me. 
Quitting this job at the start of each relationship and reapplying for it again at the end of said relationship is a great way to get you on the blacklist of male stripping booking companies. Nobody wants a flaky employee who changes direction depending on where the wind of his relationship is blowing.  

Drawback #10: Bad Customers
Ever worked as a waiter? Imagine the table full of difficult customers who piss and moan about their drinks not having enough ice, or there wasn’t enough salad dressing on the salad, or salt on the fries. No matter what you do to please them, they find something else to scold you about. Next, they want to complain to the manager about how much of a shithead you are even though you did everything in your power to please them. Well, strippers get bad customers too, and having a room full of pissed off women griping at you while you’re wearing nothing but a thong is very uncomfortable. You’re in their place alone, and there is no manager or coworker to bail you out. Have fun in the coop of angry hens pecking at you!
Bad customers come in all forms. They can be insulting and rude. Sometimes they are demanding or too aggressive. They may try to micromanage your routine, or refuse to participate. Maybe these customers try to grope you beyond your level of comfort. Sometimes they are downright disrespectful. For instance, during one of my shows, the bachelorette took a silicone dildo and attempted to slap me in the face with it, just because she thought it was funny. I didn’t think it was funny at all.
Bad customers tend to be drunk in addition to obnoxious, so they’ll try things that a sober person wouldn’t normally do. Their actions are worse in a private party setting where the whole crowd is removed from the public eye.
These situations are demoralizing, and can devastate a newbie. Even veteran male strippers run into bad customers from time to time. It’s part of the job. If you get your feelings hurt easily, then look for employment somewhere else.    

Drawback #11: Dangerous Situations
Believe it or not, male stripping has its dangers, but this usually isn’t due to the customers. It’s from other men.
Some bookings may have a male stripper perform at a public venue such as a bar or club where there are men in the establishment. They usually aren’t with the party who booked the male stripper, but just happened to be present. Sometimes these guys get pissed because you’re getting all the attention with the women in the club, while they’re sitting in a corner getting drunk alone, so they think that taking out their aggression on the stripper will solve all their problems, or at least make them feel better.
In other situations, one of the girls at your party may have a boyfriend, fiancĂ©, or husband who is upset because you touched his woman, even if she or her friends encouraged it and you didn’t know her relationship status. Or perhaps he’s just a normal guy, but she’s a drama starter and wants to make him jealous.
Either way, you have a guy wanting to fight you, or worse: he wants to kill you. 
I have never had strangers want to fight me in public until I became a male stripper.
In addition to potential violence, there is also the risk of new locations. The customers who book you are strangers, and the place you’re going to is unknown. Usually, your booking agent tries to weed out the potential weird and shady customers, but a few manage to slip through the cracks.
If you’re timid and fearful of potential violence, you may want to avoid this job. On the other hand, if you love to fight and fuck someone up, you may want to avoid this job too, because you’re going to constantly find opportunities for a fight in the wrong setting—resulting in a trip to jail or to the hospital. 

Drawback #12: Start-up Expenses
Becoming a stripper isn’t as easy as showing up and taking off your clothes. Women pay for a male stripper, not the kid wearing a ball cap tilted to the side and jeans sagging down to expose his boxers. They want a stud in uniform, wearing some sexy underwear to hold all those dollar bills.
Booking companies need male strippers with reliable communication devices and transportation. You need to own a cell phone and be available to take calls. Don’t bother applying if you rarely answer or reply to messages, or your phone shuts off frequently because you can’t pay your bills on time. Transportation usually means your own vehicle, unless you’re in a big city where public transportation is more feasible. Cell phones and vehicles expenses come from your own pocket. Don’t expect to get reimbursed unless you’re a Chippendale.
The same goes for your wardrobe of costumes and thongs. The booking company expects you to have these things, and they will not invest in these items for you. If you’re lucky, they may recommend a few places to shop.
Also, you’ll need to provide your own music. How you do it is your problem. Unless you’re a thief, you’re probably going to have to spend some money in this area as well.
Think about these things carefully before deciding to sign up. One peculiar thing about this job is that the burden of getting started rests heavily on the applicant. If it seems like too much, then move aside and let the long line of other applicants ahead of you because they want this job more than you.

Drawback #13: Dancing
If you love to dance, ignore this. If you hate dancing, you’re going to have a problem because male strippers need to dance. Crowds expect it.

You have to dance in front of everyone. The women are watching you, judging you, and making comments about you. Such an endeavor would be nerve-racking for many guys who are fully clothed. You will be taking off your clothes. Now is not the time for insecurities and feeling self-conscious. 


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Chapter 3: Why Hire a Male Stripper?

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  



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Sometimes, I get asked, "Why should a group of ladies hire you when they can go out and get any guy they want for free?" In business, this translates to, "Why should I buy your service/product?" If you cannot answer this question, you should not be selling your service or product. You should not be a stripper if you cannot demonstrate why women should pay you to perform.
This is an obstacle anyone in business faces. Sure, there are plenty of men out there who would be happy to volunteer a strip show for a crowd of attractive ladies. What makes a good male stripper different from the other guys is quality, professionalism, and entertainment value.
First, when women hire male strippers, they want a stud. They don't want Average Joe, or a guy with a beer gut, or a rail thin college kid who weighs less than most of the girls do. They want a universally appealing man with an appealing face and a muscular body with well-defined abdominal muscles. Therefore, appearance plays a huge role in determining the quality of a male stripper, and good appearance comes from routine exercise, proper diet, genetics, and hygiene.  
Male strippers also put forth a high degree of professionalism for their shows. This ranges from the costume selection to the friendly attitude he displays. When a stripper takes on a show, he makes a promise with customers to be dependable, arrive on time, and put on a good show. He also gauges each girl to determine her comfort zone and how to react accordingly. Above all, they have the ability to work with customers of different backgrounds, cultures and creed.
Most importantly, women hire male strippers because of their ability to entertain. Whether it’s a bachelorette or birthday party, the girls want some fun and a good laugh. A male stripper knows how to provide a good time with plenty of activities for the women to enjoy.

So why should women hire a male stripper over the average guy? Because he is the epitome of masculinity mixed with entertainment.

Chapter 2: Reasons to Become a Male Stripper

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  


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You like being the center of attention
You like to earn easy money
You get paid to party with women of all types
You like to show off those muscles that you have worked so hard for
Every day at work is different—you never know what you’re going to get into
You like to travel for work
You like dressing in costumes
You enjoy wearing thongs and skimpy underwear
You like performing in front of a crowd
You enjoy that feeling of rock star treatment
You love to dance
You can meet many girls on the job
You can sometimes have sex on the job
You earn a lot of money under-the-table
You will have many interesting stories to tell
You will have a unique life experience


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Chapter 1: An Intro to Male Stripping


*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  

My name is Dion, and I am a male stripper.
In high school, I wasn’t the star football player or prom king. I was the musician in chorus class who had never even been inside a gym. I spent all my free time playing video games, reading fantasy novels, and watching anime.
I moved to Gainesville in 2002 to attend the University of Florida, one of the top party schools in the United States. I missed out on the wild parties, apparently. I spent my 21st birthday working a part-time job at the gym and doing homework. There was no crazy birthday party, no outing with friends. I couldn’t even get a girlfriend. I was in the prime of my life making good grades at a good college, but I felt like a loser.
My saving grace through this period was bodybuilding. Ultimately, it was my dream to compete. I wanted to enter a bodybuilding competition and be the best built guy in the region. However, while I had good muscular symmetry, my frame would never allow me to attain the hulking physiques of pro-bodybuilders, meaning I wasn’t likely to win any competitions. Moreover, my muscles weren’t getting me any girls.
Then I walked into French Addiction, a lingerie store, and saw an ad for male strippers. Part of the requirement was having a nice physique. No dance experience necessary. I applied and got the job.
Getting this job marked the biggest turning point of my life. I became a whole other person. My life shifted from a dull existence to one full of excitement. I went to the best parties and got paid to do so. My forays with the opposite sex exceeded all my fantasies and expectations. Girls constantly called me wanting to hang out. My life made those movies about the college party life seem boring in comparison.
The money was great too. I made more in thirty minutes working a party than I did during a week’s worth of work at the gym. Other students had to take grueling shift work to earn minimum wage, while I partied with girls and earned more. I couldn’t believe it. Sometimes I had nightmares that the whole male stripping job was just a dream.
 To say that male stripping changed me is an understatement. It transformed me into something better, more dynamic. This occupation also gave me plenty of memorable adventures. Becoming a stripper was one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I would do it over again and again.
That’s enough about me. What about you? Why do you want to become a stripper?

Let’s examine some reasons and see if this job is really for you.


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Monday, September 22, 2014

Farrah De Lis Rips Off Agency

UPDATE: After this post, Farrah De Lis removed all social media content relating to her name Farrah De Lis, including the videos from her YouTube video. She probably goes by another stage name now, if she's still stripping that is (if she hasn't ripped off enough people). Also, she posted in one of the comments below. I'll let y'all take a guess which one she is.

When a stripper works for an agent, he or she usually collects the money from the customers upfront before the performance. This money is the initial down payment and does not include tips. After the show, the stripper sends a percentage of that money to the agent in order to get new bookings.

Unfortunately, some strippers decide that this is a great opportunity to steal. They simply keep the money and never contact the agency again.

Farrah De Lis (her stage name, but you can Google it and get some results) was a prime example.



She worked at one of my agencies, and they booked her and another dancer called Holly, who was her friend, to strip at an all-night bachelor party in New Orleans, from 8 p.m. until 2 a.m. in the morning, six hours total. The guys had a limo and wanted Farrah and Holly to go to the clubs and hang out with them the duration of the night. According to my agent, Farrah De Lis was to collect $900 and send $200 of it to the company. The $200 covered both of the dancer's booking fee. That deal was more than fair in this industry, and Farrah agreed to send her and Holly's portion together since Holly was a new hire.

The first problem came when the customers complained that Farrah and Holly ditched them at 11 p.m., staying only three of the six hours, even though they paid the full $900 up front. They were very pissed at her.

The second problem came when Farrah failed to pay the agent. Two weeks went by. The agent attempted to call and text her because sometimes shit happens, but the phone call went to voice mail after two rings--which the agent thought was Farrah deliberately sending the call to voicemail--and she ignored the text messages.



During this period, Farrah De Lis began applying at other stripping agencies seeking employment. Unbeknownst to her, the agency she ripped off had already sent a warning out to the other agencies. Another national agency recognized Farrah and informed the initial agency that she was "bombarding" them with e-mails looking for work."

Farrah De Lis did not get hired with that agency. Instead, that agent told her flat out that he "doesn't hire dancers who steals money."

Irony has a tendency to strike out at random, and in this case, Farrah was on the receiving end of its blows. A rich customer called the first agency and specifically requested to book Farrah and one other girl for a whole evening for his best friend's bachelor party with a generous budget of $2,000 to spare. That was not including the fat padding of tips, which he assured would flow freely provided the girls do a good job. Too bad Farrah was no longer employed, because she would have made a ton of money.

To summarize the consequences, Farrah De Lis had forsaken a high-paying gig and much more lucrative work opportunities. She also faces the possibility of theft charges. Most of all, her reputation as a reliable dancer is ruined because the first agency blacklisted her name, and word of bad dancers spread like the flu in the stripping industry.

All for $200. What a dumb thing to do.

And how do I know this?

I was visiting my agent when he booked Farrah, and he later told me the whole story, which I'm now sharing because it teaches one important lesson in life: Don't steal from your employers--it's like chopping off the hand that feeds you.


Update: One of my readers sent me a link of her video on Youtube, which you can see below:





Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Story: Her Dirty Little Secret

The following story is a chapter from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper"

Her Dirty Little Secret

It’s easy to guess what men do when they fraternize. But when women get together, they partake in activities that would appall and shock most men.
Not all men, though.
For some reason, ladies tend to let their guard down in front of male strippers. Strippers show up to entertain them, not pass moral judgment. We become invisible ghosts at these parties, witnessing acts we would never see under normal circumstances.
I had a bachelorette party in Florida for a group of girls just out of college. There were eight girls total, around 23 to 24 years of age. They requested a cop outfit. My customer contact was a girl named Katelyn, and she seemed lively and eager over the phone. Katelyn and her friends had never had a male stripper before.
When I arrived at their beach condo, Katelyn met me alone outside to pay. She was tall, hovering an inch or two above me. Her blonde hair and doll-like face made for a fetching combination. We discussed my entrance. Then she went inside to wait with the rest of her friends.
Clad in my police uniform with a flashlight in hand, I pounded on the front door. Katelyn opened the door anxiously. I announced that the neighbors had called and complained about the loud noise. Katelyn apologized on the behalf of her friends. I asked if I could come inside and “take a look around.” Katelyn invited me in, and I made my way into the living room, giving a lecture about noise violations and how much their citation fees are. The bride, unaware that I was a stripper, nodded along, vowing to keep the noise down.
Her fearful expression changed to astonishment once someone started the music. I began to strip for her.
She loved my strip show, but she wanted very little physical contact. She suggested I circulate among her friends instead. We went through the typical private party activities: fishing money out of bras with the teeth, the male stripper version of lap dancing, humiliating the shy girls, burying my crotch into a few faces, and some kinky games with the blindfold. Once I finished the activities, it was picture time.
Had the party ended here, it would have been on a good note at the end of a nice melody. Everything went perfectly according to plan. Great crowd, great tips, and a great performance.
However, the girls proposed that I stay with them to play beer pong … with a twist.
Whenever someone scored, the opposing team would have to remove one article of clothing. Hmmm … Eight girls playing a game involving stripping, and I’m the only guy. I did not need much convincing.
We made teams of two. A petite brunette in booty shorts volunteered to team up with me. The other team was Katelyn and the bride.
The other girls rooted for Katelyn and the bride. They wanted me to lose so I could strip completely naked. That was okay with me, but I stipulated that my teammate had to strip first considering I had already removed most of my clothing. The girls agreed. I smiled inwardly. The whole scenario sounded like a rigged lottery where I was the winner regardless of the numbers.
Unfortunately for the crowd, my teammate was amazing at beer pong. Her throws had perfect accuracy, and after a few turns, the bride and Katelyn stood on the other side of the table wearing only their panties. They managed to score once before they lost, causing my teammate to lose her shirt.
We played a new round. We had two new challengers. My teammate and I devastated them down to their thongs. My teammate scored most of the points, but I did all right since I was the only sober one there. Our win came at a price, though—my teammate lost her bra and her booty shorts. Only her pink thong with black polka dots remained.
Throughout our bouts of beer pong, the girls asked me about stripping. “What was your craziest party?” “Do any girls ever try to hook up with you?” One girl suspected me of stuffing my thong. “You put something in there to make it look bigger,” she said. I laughed and shrugged, but didn’t say anything. She would see it soon enough if my team lost.
Two more girls stepped up to the table. They were just as good as my teammate. It was a close game. Both teams had one cup remaining. I almost ringed their cup, but it hit the lip of the cup and bounced away. My teammate missed her shot. The opposing girl threw the ball and it went straight into our last cup.
Everyone cheered and looked at me expectantly.
“Take it off! Take it off!” they chanted. “Take it off!”
They were shouting so loudly that I’m surprised their neighbors did not call the actual police. I reached down undid the metal snaps that kept my thong on.
“Wow! I didn’t know it would snap off like that!” my teammate said. “So I could have just unsnapped it the whole time?”
“Pretty much,” I said, slowly peeling the thong away. “And here’s your answer to the previous question.”
My cock came out and hung down.
All eyes were on my cock. It was like one of those dreams where you’re naked in public and everyone is staring. Except this time, the girls cheered at my nudity rather than staring in horror. Sometimes, reality is better than the dream world.
I resumed dancing with the girls. The performance took on a renewed vigor with everyone being nude or close to it. Breasts bounced and jostled in front of my face. One blonde girl picked up my thong and put it on. It looked nice on her except for the bulging fabric in the front. “It has space for my non-existent package,” she exclaimed.
Everyone laughed. However, my thong looked fantastic on her ass. She pranced around—pretending to be me—dancing on the other girls and thrusting her imaginary penis at them.
The girls who weren’t dancing with me kneaded at each other’s breasts like nursing kittens. They compared density, size, and firmness. This wasn’t the first time I’ve seen such a spectacle, so I wasn’t surprised. But to the average guy, this phenomenon is as incomprehensible as a party of straight males whipping their dicks out and letting each other grab them for comparison. It would never happen.
Katelyn hovered around me most of the time. We discussed books we’d read. She seemed well-read and intelligent. I learned that she worked in marketing and hated her office job. While we were talking, I stole many glances at her large, bare breasts. My cock brushed against her leg and got hard. Katelyn was standing between me and her friends when this happened, so they did not witness my unintended prodding. Katelyn continued talking about her job as though nothing had happened, but her eyes dipped downward and she smiled.
It had been a few hours since I’d arrived. A few girls yawned while one began dozing off on the couch. I thanked everyone and went to collect my belongings.
“I’ll walk you out,” Katelyn offered. “Let me put some clothes on.”
“Okay," I said, knowing full well of her intentions.
We went out of the condo together and walked down the stairs on the front porch. When we got to the bottom, Katelyn turned to me and said, “Well, it was nice to meet you. Take care.” She shuffled around nervously and leaned forward to give me an awkward hug. As she began to pull away at the end of our hug, I grabbed her hands and reeled her toward me. “Okay, to hell with it,” she said.
Our make-out session led to enthused caressing of intimate places. I led her under the stairs so we weren’t in plain view of anyone who happened to be taking a stroll in the parking lot. Voices deep in conversation echoed from the distance, and I didn’t want to give an unintentional peep show. I took my shirt off. Katelyn unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. As I pulled my cock out, she took her shorts off and kept her t-shirt on.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” she gasped. Next, she squatted down and began sucking my cock in a slick and steady rhythm. She was very good at this. Had she continued for another minute or two, I would have erupted into her mouth. Instead, she stood up and turned around, thrusting her ass towards me. I reached down to my pants, which were around my ankles, and pulled out a condom. I rolled it on and eased my cock into her. She moaned. Just as we were about to establish a comfortable repetitious motion, someone opened the front door of the condo.
We couldn’t see who it was because we were under the stairs. The surprise was neutralizing to our sexual efforts. Katelyn immediately stood up and covered her breasts. “I’m okay,” she shouted to the unidentified friend above.
We heard the sound of the door closing.
“I guess she went back inside,” I said.
We resumed our passion, or as much passion as a couple can produce outside under wooden stairs next to a lit parking lot. The occasional noise of a car door slamming in the distance or voices at another condo set us at unease, but we continued. After we were finished, we kissed.
“So how long are you here till?” I asked her.
“Till Monday morning. Why don’t you come hang out with us at the beach tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I can do that. We should keep in touch. I head up to Georgia on occasion.”
“Really? Call me whenever you’re in town. I have a really nice apartment. You can stay with me, and there are plenty of things to do.”
“Well, what if you have a boyfriend by that time?” I asked.
“I won’t,” Katelyn said. “I just got out of a three year relationship.”
We never finalized any plans. I haven’t heard from her since. It was another night of work for me, but it was lascivious encounter with a male stripper for Katelyn.