Saturday, July 8, 2017

Male Strippers Gone Wrong

Bad male strippers give the industry a bad name. They not only give the customers poor service, but they potentially lower future sales because the affected customers warn others away.

Good companies avoid hiring such guys. Yet, it's unavoidable that a few poor candidates slide between the cracks. Even then, these companies will eventually get rid of these guys.

Unfortunately, I work for a company that doesn't give a shit about customer service, because apparently they'll send out any guy to make a sale. Although I won't name the company in question, here's what happened:

Party #1

This bachelorette party hired two dancers. I'm not too happy with this, because I really don't like competing for tips at a private party. Furthermore, I have to worry if the other guy will do something stupid such as try to make out with an unwilling girl.

The girls talked to the other dancer on the previous day. He promised to show up. On the day of the show, he fails to call and show up.

No worries. I show up, perform, and collect my money along with his down payment and his portion of the tips. The girls leave to go to the club, and I leave for my next party. That worked out pretty well!

I inform my agent of this incident. He replies the next day, stating that the dancer showed up later. I said that the girls went straight to the club after my performance. So my agent writes back: "He said he showed up at 3 am. lol"

I sent a text to the girls asking if this was the case. It wasn't. They assured me that the dancer never called or showed up.

So my agent was lying. I wasn't sure why. Perhaps he wants impress the idea that I'm expendable, so he can pay me less for the parties. Some agents like to do that. Too bad it's a tactic that only works on the ignorant.

Party #2

Another bachelorette party a requested two dancers exactly one week after the aforementioned party. Same company with the same shitty customer service.

Expecting another no-show, I text my agent and ask if it was the same dancer as last week. His reply: "No. lol. It's a black guy named Lavonte this time."

We were both booked to perform at 10 pm. I was running late because I had another bachelorette party down the road, so I told them that I would show up at 10:30 instead. My agent knew that I would be late, because he was the one who booked me for the other party down the road.

Just before I showed up, the customer called me and demanded a pic. "I hope you're better looking than this guy. No offence, but he's not what I had in mind when I booked you guys. The website said I would have two muscular blond guys. I picked blond because the bride's soon-to-be husband is blond. Anyway, this guy here is African American, which isn't a problem, but he's short and not even muscular or the least bit good looking. And his show is horrible. Plus, I think he's high on something too."

I assured her that I would try to make things better. Fortunately, Lavonte finished up and left before I showed.

Lavonte: the high, dad-bod stripper
When I arrived, the customer absolutely refused to pay me. She stated that she had already paid $275 online and refused to give another dollar due to Lavonte's abysmal performance.

I did my routine and gave a satisfactory performance, but it was only to receive tip money at this point. The bride and her friends were happy, but they were horrified by Lavonte. They said that his eyes were bloodshot, and his energy levels were low. Halfway through his act, he sat on the couch for a few minutes and vacantly stared at nothing in particular.

They texted me his picture, which I sent to my agent. I spoke to him the next day via phone.

It turned out that Lavonte sent the company one pic of himself with a muscular swimmer's build, which was either an old pic or a fake. My agent seemed surprised, saying that he has never had any complaints about Lavonte before. I highly advised my agent to discontinue Lavonte's services, citing the angry customer complaints from the party. It was so bad that it cost both me and the agent money.

Did my agent listen? Fuck no.

One week later, he booked Lavonte for another party, then asked me to cover it when Lavonte did not contact the customers or answer his phone. Then a week later, I had to cover another party for Lavonte because of the same reasons.

My agent definitely takes a quantity over quality approach to sales.








Thursday, June 1, 2017

Co-Ed Bachelor/Bachelorette Party

Last weekend, I stripped at a co-ed bachelor/bachelorette party alongside another charming and beautiful female dancer named Maria. I would write about the experience, but she spared me the effort and chronicled the details of the event on her blog.

Please check her page out here: https://www.mariaroselaveau.com/

She takes takes bookings along the Gulf Coast area, from the Florida Panhandle, Southern Alabama, Mississippi, to New Orleans. She's also very pleasant to talk to and very professional (and carries a very positive attitude about her work), so I highly recommend her.



Here's a video she made of the event:




Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Random Request from Instagram

My e-mail account (malestripperdion@gmail.com) gets fewer and fewer e-mails these days. I realize that's because everyone is using social media apps to communicate. My Instagram account, for instance, gets bombarded by interesting messages.

Here's one example:



Believe it or not, I get tons of messages like these or worse. 

But this is a good example of how NOT to introduce yourself.

First off, his opening line is a rude way to address someone for the first time. Second, I'm not going to take a complete stranger along with me to a bachelorette party. As I've said, girls hate it when an extra guy comes along unless its a new stripper and the company has cleared it with them earlier. Besides, what's in it for me? You want me to put aside extensive time and effort to include you, a random person from the internet, into my customers' parties even though you offer nothing in return? Third, you cannot be like me, nor should you try to be like me. What works for me may not work for you. Instead, you should strive to be a better version of yourself.

This may look like the ultimate dream job. Party with girls. Get loads of cash. Possibly get laid. Yeah, I know it looks fun. However, this job is about "entertaining" the girls and ensuring they have a good time. It's not about you. Most guys don't get that. They want to enter this job prioritizing their own personal pleasure above all else. Well, that's a good way to piss a group of girls off.

A male stripper's goal is to ensure their customers a memorable experience and a good time. It's our duty to take care of them. These girls in my photos look like they're having fun because they feel safe and relaxed around me.  

The last thing the male stripping industry needs are a bunch of men using bachelorette parties as their personal hook-up joint while tossing customer service into the trash. It ruins business and gives guys like me a bad name. 

 

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Party Log 2017: March

Friday, March 10, 2017

It's been a little over five months since I have stripped at a party. In fact, my last party was training Craig. My agents have been calling me throughout the winter months, but I had to turn them down due to prior engagements or parties trying to book me at the last minute. Plus, this year has been the worst year as far as my health goes. I've never been so damn sick in my life. I had a stomach virus in February, followed by a sinus infection with a week-long migraine, and the flu to top it all off at the beginning of March.

Finally on March 10, I was good enough to do a bachelorette party. I still had bouts of coughing that lingered from the flu, and I was rusty from the lack of working lately, not to mention gym time.

Luckily these girls had low expectations. According to the girl who hired me, most of the girls never had a male stripper before. She did, though, and it was a bad experience.

The previous stripper tried to take a more sexual approach rather than an entertaining or fun routine. That unnerved many of the girls, who were rather new at this whole male stripper business and were looking for something a bit more tame. He wasn't in very good shape either. Then he got angry because he felt the girls weren't tipping him enough. He yelled at them about being stingy and left.

He set the bar of expectations rather low for me.

The bride from Friday, March 10
I went easy on the bride, who seemed almost overwhelmed at first. He maid of honor warned me about this prior. When the bride finally relaxed, she warmed up to the idea of body shots. I even ate various fruit such as grapes and strawberries off of her body. Those who experienced the previous male stripper told me that they wish they had me earlier.

I was relieved, but on the inside, I was struggling. My leg muscles were beginning to spasm from dancing, possibly because I was just coming off of the flu and hadn't exercised lately. I spoke to the girls as little as possible, because I was suppressing my constant urge to cough in silent agony.

Not only were the women nice and easy to please, they were an attractive group. I saw a few girls wearing skin-tight leather pants that really made their asses stand out. The bride even wore leather shorts, and she was quite the looker.

Some of the girls invited me to stay for a bit, but I left early because I couldn't hold my need to cough uncontrollably much longer. Still, I lucked out to get this group considering my condition.


Saturday, March 11, 2017

This bachelorette party was wild. Now I don't mind wild, but they were a little too aggressive for me.

The bride wanted me to choke her, and she tried to choke me several times to demonstrate exactly what she wanted, but in her inebriated state, she was much rougher than she needed to be, and I had to redirect her hand elsewhere until her mom told her to stop.

The maid of honor (also the girl who hired me) wanted me to get rougher on the bride and call her degrading names like "cum slut" and "whore". Some of the things she and the bride wanted me to do were very questionable, possibly bordering on assault. At one point, she wanted to make out with me. The bride's mom was present the whole time in the living room, and the look on her face told me that she did not want her daughter acting out wildly or me to oblige. The expression of several other girls mirrored the mother's. So I politely declined. That was when the maid of honor called me a "coward."

I ignored her insult and carried on cautiously, but she later punched me in the chest and told me to "stop being a pussy." The punch didn't hurt at all, but it did anger me. I almost left, but instead, I stopped my performance and firmly told her and the bride the typical boundaries between male dancer and customer. Some of the quieter girls who didn't participate nodded in agreement with me. The maid of honor and bride calmed their antics for the remainder of the party. The damage was done, though. I wanted to leave.

When my hour was up, I announced that I had to leave. I was still feeling weak from the flu, and these girls were getting too demanding for me. The bride and the maid of honor wanted me to stay longer, but I told them that I had somewhere else to be. They seemed surprise that I wasn't interested in partying with them. I probably would have over ten years ago, but I'm 35 years old now. My intolerance for such disrespectful behavior far outweighs my sexual urges.

Surprisingly enough, they tipped me rather well.


Sunday, March 12, 2017

This was a 22nd birthday party. These girls were a great group--very friendly and charitable. I was feeling much better by today, so my performance was on fire compared to the previous two nights.

During the height of the party, someone told the birthday girl's boyfriend about me. He called her up screaming in anger. He must have said some very nasty things because I could hear her bawling in the next room behind a closed door. What a nice way to wish her a happy birthday.

His temper tantrum caused many of the girls to voice various negative opinions of him. I had to agree with them. Now I could understand his outburst if the birthday girl was acting like the wild bride from the previous night. But she didn't do anything wrong and was unaware of having a male stripper until I arrived. Even when I stripped, she behaved well enough.

Since the birthday girl was upset and the atmosphere of the party was ruined, I had to cut everything short and leave. The other girls were disappointed.

The next day, I sent this text to her best friend: "Thank you for hiring me. Please tell (birthday girl) happy birthday for me. She did nothing wrong and I hope she enjoys the rest of her time down here.







Sunday, February 26, 2017

Instagram

I've been on Instagram for quite a while now, but I did not disclose my profile on here. For those curious, my username is:  @rpgoftheday

That profile gets updated much more than my blog, because it's easier to take a photo and upload it than it is to write out an entire entry or article. I also love to collect JRPGs (Japanese role playing games), so half of my updates center around that. There are still plenty of pics of my parties, though.

Feel free to follow.

Other than that, I've been toying with the idea of writing another book about my stripping career beyond college up till now. We'll see how that pans out, and if I have the time.