Dancing With an Owl

April 11, 2015

First Party: 6:30 pm

This group of Georgian girls were a fantastic crowd. They carried a good mixture of politeness, courtesy, and openness. Their special request called for "something wild" at the end, so I gave them all a nude show.

At first, I was worried about offending a few of the more reserved girls, but one girl said, "Don't worry, hun. You ain't going to offend us. The last male stripper we had yanked my tube top down and titty-fucked me."

That incident took place at a male strip club in Atlanta. The girls said they were appalled by the guy's brazen act, but too shocked to say or do anything. Needless to say, they did not give him or the club repeat business.

Second Party: 8:00 pm

This audience consisted of two brides and many of their sorority sisters who graduated from L.S.U. One peculiar thing about this party was a girl in an owl costume dancing next to me the entire time. While I alternated performing for the two brides, the owl stood on a table an arm's length away from me and flapped it's wings as it danced.

I don't do drugs, but if I did, then I would've lived a nightmare.

The girls told me that the owl was their sorority's mascot.

Nevertheless, I enjoyed this show. That's the beauty of being a male stripper. Each work day is a new experience. 

A Crazy Start to 2015

Taking off the cop uniform.

Under normal circumstances, January often drudges along without any bachelorette parties in my region. Everyone spent the holidays celebrating and find themselves returning to their normal work lives.

That was a good thing, too. I threw out my back a few weeks ago and had to go to the hospital. Out of all the times to have an injury, December and January were the most ideal since I wouldn’t have to work … Or so I had thought.

This year brought many tourists eager to thrust dollar bills into a male stripper’s G-string.

Here are the highlights from the parties of January, 2015, so far:

First Party

- The first bachelorette party was wilder than usual, touching, groping, and fondling me without reservations.

- Everyone ranged from ages 18 to 24.

- My back was bothering a bit at this party, even hampering my movements, but the fervor of the crowd made me forget about it sometimes.

- I was able to get some pics and videos as you can see.

- I stripped completely nude based on the girls unanimously voting to see my penis.

- One girl said, “I hope this doesn’t offend you, but I gotta say it … Asian, big dick!”

- I kissed an 18-year-old girl and exchanged phone numbers with her. A college freshman.


Second Party

- Women ranged in the late 20’s to 50’s.

- Everyone was exceptionally kind.

- I earned $300 from this gig.

- It was exceptionally cold (for the South) on this night. Usually I strip in the spring, summer, or fall where it’s warm in the very least. This time I wore a jacket and gloves with my costume to keep from freezing.

- A few single girls lingered around to talk with me.

- I left early instead of stayed. I’m 33 years old and been working all week—no longer 21 with a deep pool of energy. I needed some time to relax at home.


Third Party

- Bride was a virgin and extremely shy. Other girls warned me that she might not accept the idea of a male stripper. She turned red just by my very presence, and it took a very conservative and careful approach just to avoid scaring her to death.

- Three sisters of the bride’s future husband were present. The bride admitted that she was afraid of getting in trouble with them by interacting with me.

- Two of the sisters were single and insisted that the bride have a good time with me. One sister said, “Look at his body. Our brother looks nothing like this! Come on—feel those abs, grab that ass!”

- One sister mentioned, “Can you believe that she never had sex with the groom? Why buy a car before test-driving it?”

- While I lay down on couch, the girls sprayed whipped cream all over my body—including my abs, neck, chest, inner thighs, and even my crotch area—and licked it off like a litter of kittens attacking a milk dish.

- Eventually the bride relaxes.

- Several girls demanded to see my penis, including the sisters and the bride. What better way to bond with your in-laws than to admire a man's dick together? I said that I would only show them if everyone agreed that it was okay. Two girls didn’t want to. They left the room, leaving half a dozen gathered together on a couch in front of me.

- Once I took my thong off, one girl muttered, “An Asian with a huge penis.” People and their stereotypes... The girls marveled as I stood before them and masturbated.

- One of the sisters, a 23 year old, stood up and approached me. Her hands caressed me all over, finally coming to rest at my cock. She grabbed it and began stroking it. She call her 18-year-old sister up to join. The 18 year old was reluctant at first, but she sauntered next to me, and began touching me too. Two sisters jerking me off; it was like a porn fantasy mixed with drunkenness. I throbbed in pleasure.

- The party ended because several girls were either sick from too much alcohol, or tired because of the late hour. They had to be out of the condo by 9 o’clock in the morning. They packed loads of food for me to take home.

- The bride and her new in-laws said they had a wonderful time. I did too!


So far, 2015 is shaping up to be a great year. I'm looking forward to the rest of it.

**WARNING: Semi-NSFW pic below**

"Hanging out" at the first party.

Party Log: May 3, 2014

May 3, 2014

A party of Asian girls. They wanted a cowboy, because the bride had a particular taste for them. They originally planned to book two male dancers, but I was the only one who could make it. The other guy had another party to do.

They were very pretty, sweet, and timid in an almost innocent way. Almost. They filled the bride’s panties full of dollar bills and wanted me to take them out with my mouth. Unlike most girls who leave the dollars sticking out the top of the panties, these girls shoved them deep inside. I had to expose ass crack and almost her vagina to get them, and I still missed two dollars. God bless my life. If someone told me when I was younger that I would grow up to make money by digging for it in a girl’s panties, then I would have thought they were crazy and drunk… Only as a male stripper.

The women seemed like they got their money’s worth out of my performance. They liked the fact that I was part Asian. Another great thing was that the tip money meant for the other male stripper went to me instead, so I doubled up on an already generous sum of money.

These ladies tipped well.

The only drawback to the other stripper failing to show up was not learning any new tricks. Some male strippers have unique performance styles and tricks that I can learn and add to my routine. Watching another guy also allows a third person view on the show, which I rarely get to experience. Even if the other dancer completely sucks, his horrible routine would be a learning experience on what not to do. In the end, I was glad he didn't show because I got more money.

More April Entries - Part 2

Friday – April 25, 2014

Two bachelorette parties. First one in Panama City. Second one in Destin, Florida.
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I hate Panama City. Ever since MTV filmed their spring break crap there in the 90s, it turned into a party haven full of booze and college students. That sounds nice, but that combination results in a lot of traffic crashes, drunk drivers, and traffic jams.

This Friday was no different. I left an hour early and barely arrived on time for my first gig. I brought a Kindle Fire HD paired with a Bluetooth speaker and handed them to the customer when she paid me. Just prior to performing, I tried to get them to play, and the damn things wouldn’t sync properly. It was a disaster. Finally, I was able to get the Kindle to play without the speaker, but it was barely audible with its puny speakers.

The bride knew I was coming, but we had her wait outside while I was getting ready. When everything was set, she entered dressed only in a bikini and a tiara… and was very drunk and horny. She was very touchy and breathed in steady seductive gasps when I straddled her. Occasionally she screamed how hot I was.

Her friends joined in the fun and we had a good time. The only hindrance to this event was the lack of loud music. The Kindle wasn’t cutting it. Plus the girls were cheering so loudly that they drowned out what little we could hear of the music.

I had to end the party after thirty minutes in order to make my next show on time. I really wanted to extend it for these ladies. They were a great crowd and deserved longer, but the next customers wanted me earlier than expected.

When the bride found out I was leaving soon, she expressed her disappointment by saying, “I didn’t get to see Dion’s cock! I wanna see his cock!”

I assumed that my presence was not conductive to her soon-to-be-marriage.  After I finished taking pictures with everyone, I used one of the bedrooms to partially change into the costume for my next party. The bride crept into the bedroom alone while I was changing, proving my assumptions to be true. She thanked me for the show, told me that I was hot, and gave me a kiss on the lips as she hugged me. I suspected that she would have pursued a more intimate course of action if her friend had not barged into to check on her.

“What are you doing?” the friend demanded of the bride.

“I was just going to the bathroom,” she said. To her credit, there was a bathroom connected to the bedroom.

“Okay, I’ll go with you,” the friend said.

They both entered, allowing me to finish changing. They emerged as I was on my way out the door. The bride gave me another hug, a kiss on the cheek, and asked if I wanted to go out with the girls tonight.

“I can’t,” I said. “I have another party to go to right now.”

“That’s too bad,” she said with a pout. “I still didn’t get to see your dick. Show it to me next time, okay?”

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The second party was pretty tame. I made it on time luckily.

One interesting thing about this party was that there were two brides in attendance, one being 4 months pregnant. The funny thing was that she was also the wildest lady there. She joked the most, participated the most, and even wore a funny looking executioner hood at times, which is pictured here:

The pregnant bride wearing one of those "dungeon" masks.

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Saturday, April 26

This booking came from my blog. While it's not the first time someone booked me here for a show, I was flattered that she wanted to book me even after reading through some of my stories. She wanted me to strip for her friend's bachelorette party in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida, and faced a lot of dead ends with other companies.

The show was phenomenal. In fact, it was favorite party so far this year, and definitely earns its place as "the best party of April." One of the girls offered to write about the experience, so I'll wait until she gets done and post it here.

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Wednesday, April 30

It's very rare that I get a show on Wednesday. This particular one was a "going away party" at a dental office. I won't disclose the location, because it would be easy to narrow it down via internet search. Basically, the staff at the dental office wanted me to surprise one of their coworkers on her last day working there.

They scheduled me for 5 o'clock, when the business closed. I was to dress as a fireman, pretending to respond to a false alarm.

There were five people total: three females who planned my arrival, the unsuspecting female who finishing up her last day there, and a male doctor who was filming the whole thing while laughing his ass off.

Everything went as planned at first. I came in and pulled my fireman act, convincing the unsuspecting lady that I was actually a fireman. Then the music started, followed by my striptease, and the aforementioned lady's shock. Next, I injured myself by pulling a tendon in my thumb.

I wish I could say that I was pulling some extraordinary acrobatic feat when I injured myself, but there is nothing of the sort in this story. I hurt myself taking off a fucking sock. That's right. A fucking sock. Before I took off my pants, I kicked off my shoes. Usually, I wear ankle socks, but today I wore socks that went up to my calves because I was behind on laundry and had no other pair of clean socks. These socks were a pain to take off because they are so long. I didn't have any difficulty pulling my right sock off, but the left sock clung persistently to my foot. I hooked my thumb inside and pulled, and it got stuck, so I pulled harder to force the damn thing off. It came off followed by a popping sensation in my thumb. Pain shot through my hand.

My first instinct was to grab my hand. However, I was in the middle of stripping, so I gritted my teeth, forced a smile, and reverted to dancing again. Fortunately, this was one of those surprise strip-o-grams where the gimmick is the initial surprise and strip, so the customers didn't expect me to stay around for an hour and run through my gamut of tricks and entertainment.

They ladies were happy with my striptease and short rounds of interaction. The doctor filmed it all, and we watched the videos afterwards. Fortunately, I played off the pain very well in the videos.

Well, that was my first time going to a dental office and getting paid for it.

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Summary of April

A good money for extra income considering I took a week off to go on a cruise, and business was dead during Easter weekend.

Highlights of March, 2014 - Part 3

Friday, March 28, 2014

Bachelorette Party

Approximately a dozen girls

The customer hiring me requested a doctor costume because almost everyone there worked in the medical field. That’s the second request for a doctor costume. If this keeps up, I’ll need to make another investment. Instead, I wore a firefighter outfit. 

This party turned out very well. Nothing completely out of the ordinary happened. The bride was completely trashed and very flirty. She had her hands all over me. I included some pics. She’s the blonde:

Maid of Honor on Left; Bride on Right

The girl who paid me did not participate. Here was her reason: “If I let you get on me like you did to the other women here, then I’d get too horny, and that’s a bad idea since we’re goin’ out to the club after this.”

Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. I jokingly suggested a private show for her, which she agreed that it would have been fun. 

At the end of the party, just before I left, the bride invited me out to the club. She could not even stand up. Her friends were trying to pull her off the floor. 

“I don’t think they’re gonna let her in like that,” I muttered to one of her friends. 

I did not go to the club with them because I had another job to go to. I hope the bride made it okay. 

Party Log: Sunday, July 7, 2013

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.

The girls wanted me to stay beyond my performance. We took a lot of pictures together and they asked me many questions about my profession. Unfortunately, I had another job to go to and was running late, so I had to leave. 

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.

Another Random Picture

Random Update: Pics From A Recent Party

A few days ago, Kristee, the girl who hired me for the Memorial Day Weekend Party, sent me a text message with a couple of pics of the party.

It was very unexpected. I asked her to send a few pics then, and she said she would, but I didn't hear back from her in a couple of days. Usually that meant no pics were coming. Very common occurrence. Girls forget about the male dancer as soon as he's gone, and life goes on.

She was a week late, but she delivered on her word.  I like that girl! 

I uploaded the pics and attached them to the story, so you can either click on the link above or here for the story, or just scroll down:

Four Years of Blogging

I started this blog (http://malestripping.blogspot.com) in March of 2009, and my web traffic has been increasing substantially with each passing year. I appreciate you readers out there.

To commemorate the past four years, here are some pictures of a bachelorette party:

01-30-2013

Here is a new picture that will be added to the archives later:

I think I wrote about this party somewhere. I'll link it when I have more time to browse through my older stuff. Two stories are almost complete and ready for editing.