March 14, 2015
Bachelorette party in Orange Beach, Alabama. Six girls.
This party set the standard for a "usual work day" as a male stripper. I performed, the girls had a good time, and nothing too crazy happened. Everyone left happy.
However, I did get a pic of their blowup doll:
The ladies put whip cream on him to simulated a cumshot, but added the lemon to his mouth after taking body shots from me, because they chased the shots by taking the lemon from my mouth. I was flattered.
March 15, 2015
Orange Beach, Alabama. Birthday party. 30 people at a luxurious bay condo.
Everyone here came from Moldova, which is in eastern Europe for those who are poor at geography. This party was much different than usual, and I attribute that to several factors, including cultural differences.
First off, the husbands were present. Some of them even pitched in money to pay for me, including the husband of the birthday girl. Second, their kids were there. I had to wait until 10 pm to show up, because they had to put the kids to bed first.
I showed up in my cop outfit and told the party they were being too loud, deceiving the birthday girl completely. As soon as I stripped, she became embarrassed even though she was very drunk. I couldn't imagine how she would've reacted if she were sober.
The cultural difference became evident when no one tipped. I didn't really mind. Everyone treated me well. Instead, it felt odd dancing for the birthday girl with thirty strangers watching. I also discovered why some of the married guys chipped in money. A few of them eyed me with hungrily, and one of the wives mentioned her husband was "bisexual."
Next, the little children woke up and began running through the living room. That was a first in my career. No one seemed to care. One girl carried a toddler into the living room, and he stared at me in awe. Maybe it's just me, but dancing in my underwear in front of a bunch of little children just didn't seem right. I decided to end it there, after working for only twenty minutes.
I donned on my cop outfit, posed for pictures, and went to my car. Before I drove off, I changed shirts, because I NEVER drive wearing the uniform. It was good timing too, because as soon as backed out of the driveway, the real cops arrived. An angry neighbor called the cops because the music was too loud. Such irony...
March 19, 2015
Biloxi, Mississippi. Bachelorette party.
Unfortunately, I had to turn this one down due to my real job. I asked my agent if the girls would postpone until Friday, but they couldn't because they were only in Biloxi for one night.
So far, this is the only show I turned down this year.