Back in 2010 (or maybe it was 2011), I stripped for a bachelorette party at a beach condo in Miramar Beach, Florida. It was a 4-story house with a Jacuzzi and a heated and lighted swimming pool that overlooked the white sandy beach and the Gulf of Mexico. It was a beautiful place, and I wouldn't mind living there, except during hurricane season. I really wanted to swim in that pool last time and admired the ocean view.
That party back then knew a girl who owned the condo. They were a rowdy bunch of girls that were really fun, but a little too much on the demanding side. Nevertheless, I had a great time. I tried to sift through my archives to see if I wrote about that particular party, but I don't think I did.
Last night, which was October 11, 2013, I had a bachelorette party for this very same beach condo.
As soon as I pulled up to the house, I recognized the place immediately. I wondered if these girls were the same group as before. It wouldn't be the first time.
When two girls came outside to pay me, they did not recognize me.
When I went inside to perform, no one recognized me. Everyone was a strange to me as well. I began to doubt if this was the actual place.
I looked out onto the back patio and saw the same lighted pool and heated Jacuzzi. There was no mistake. This was the place.
Throughout the mayhem, I asked about the condo. The girls told me that a "friend owned the place" and was letting them use it. Same story. I wondered how rich and generous this "friend" was.
Anyway, it was a fun, but reserved party. The girls did not want too much interaction, but they had a blast watching me dance with the bachelorette. Enough girls participated to remove the burdening sense of awkwardness.
The crowd peer pressured a few single girls into having a turn with me. The single girls did not want to participate, especially one petite blonde. She wanted me off of her, but her friends held her down and demanded that I give her a "good grinding."
She acted like she hated every minute of it, but throughout the party, she hovered around me, stuffing dollars into my thong, grabbing my ass, and caressing my muscles. When I spoke with her, I held her hand, and she loved it. Perhaps she was turned on from earlier. I wanted to give her more attention, but everyone else continued to redirect me back to the bachelorette.
One girl came up to tell me how hot I was. She told me that I was hot and sexy at least two dozen times.
"The only reason I'm not all over you right now is because I'm married, but damn, you're so hot and amazing!" she said.
I told her that her compliments were beginning to embarrass me.
She continued, "Every girl here thinks you're hot too. Most of them aren't participating because they're shy or married, but they're eyeing you!"
I didn't know if she was just trying to flatter me, but the tip money echoed her sentiments. Several twenty-dollar bills accompanied the ones. I would leave this party well paid.
When I got dressed to leave, I went out on the back patio to bid farewell to everyone. The bachelorette and a few girls were swimming around the pool. A few of them were topless, but the bachelorette had all of her clothes on.
The bachelorette climbed out to give me a hug. She was completely soaked. Oh well. I gave her a hug. I was wearing a button down shirt, my pleather pants, and my knee high boots.
"Come join us in the water," she said with a slur and a stumble.
"No, that's all right," I said.
She attempted to grab me and pull me into the water, but her drunkenness caused to sway in the direction of the of metal rail and the stairs leading out of the pool. Had she continued her course, she probably would have injured herself.
I leaped into action, embraced her, and twisted away from the rail and the stairs. We landed in the shallow end of the pool, but struck nothing. My clothes were soaked. Luckily I left my phone in the car.
Well, I got to swim in the pool finally. It was heated and felt great. I enjoyed the scenery of the ocean view, the white sandy beach, and the other topless girls in the pool with me.
One concerned girl asked if I had my phone on me. I assured her that I didn't. She got me a towel to dry off with and told me that I could it.
As I left, the girls vowed to hire me again for their next party.
"We come here all the time to party, and we want you to strip for us again... Maybe next time we'll get crazier!"
Money earned: $452 (maybe a little more, considering the money that fell under the couches and table).
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Saturday, October 12, 2013
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.
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"
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.
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| 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: http://malestripping.blogspot.com/2013/12/video-from-strange-coincidence.html  |
| 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.
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| Me and Kara |
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.
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| 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."
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Party Log: Sunday, July 7, 2013
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| Bride on right in the green dress. |
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Bachelorette Party
Sunday, July 7, 2013 9 p.m.
Seven Girls
Destin, Florida
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These girls were male stripper virgins, meaning they never seen a male stripper before.
Jordan, the girl who hired me, seemed very nice and eager to have me show up. Over the phone, I walked her through the basics about how a typical male strip show functions, and she seemed agreeable to what I suggested. She requested that I wear a cop outfit even though the bride already knew I was coming.
The party took place at the Hilton in Destin, Florida. I told Jordan that I would have to change inside the hotel room because there was no way that I was walking through the hotel lobby in front of many people in a cop outfit. Since the bride knew I was coming, it was no big deal.
For being male stripper virgins, these girls went along my routine with heartwarming enthusiasm. Every girl participated except two girls, and even they were very friendly and nice to me.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened, but every girl was extremely respectful and kind. They tipped me well and gave me some cookie cake afterwards.
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I thought about this party later and considered them to be the "ideal party" if there is such a thing in my occupation. The ideal party involves a mutual respect, kindness, and satisfaction between both the male stripper and the customers. Every girl displayed genuine contentment with me while I felt the same towards them.
I wish every show played out similar to this one.
My only regret was that I could not stay longer for them. However, I did get pictures to share.
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