Continued from Part 4.
Giovanni had to cancel this gig due to plans. He had some family matters to take care of.
The Husband was not pleased with the news, yet, he told me to call on Saturday should I find any free time.
I planned time for my family this weekend though, so I'm sticking to those plans. My agent even called me for two shows, which I had to turn down. Combined with the gig the Husband was offering me, I probably turned down about $1,000.
Missing out on an easy one grand stings, but family time comes first.
Regardless of what happens, I will call the Husband tomorrow (Saturday) to follow up. I probably will not be able to do anything for his wife this time around, but plans always change. Besides, he said if nothing happens, he'll contact me in the future.
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Friday, September 27, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
$1,500 Gig: Part 4
Continued from Part 3.
I spoke with The Husband today about this weekend. Due to my busy schedule this week, I probably will not be able to take on this gig.
However, I called up Giovanni (read my interview with him here), and he agreed to take on this task in my stead. I will contact him this weekend to hear about what happens.
The Husband told me to give a call if I was somehow free on Saturday, but that's not very likely at this point.
I spoke with The Husband today about this weekend. Due to my busy schedule this week, I probably will not be able to take on this gig.
However, I called up Giovanni (read my interview with him here), and he agreed to take on this task in my stead. I will contact him this weekend to hear about what happens.
The Husband told me to give a call if I was somehow free on Saturday, but that's not very likely at this point.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
$1,500 Gig: Part 3
Earlier in the year, a man hired me to "seduce" his wife. I described the whole outcome in the following posts: $1,500 Gig: Part 1 and Part 2.
All of this occurred back in May.
A few days ago, I receive the following text: "Is this the brad I met this summer"
I remembered using the alias "Brad" for only one part so I knew immediately that this person was the husband who hired me for his wife.
The Husband went on to write: "Still may b interest in our previous discussion I have a personal question to ask but Prefer to ask by phone"
Curiosity got the better of me and I told him to give me a call.
When he did call, he told me that he and his wife had been talking a lot since he last hired me. She seemed more open to the idea of being with another man, but wanted one with a "bigger than average cock." So he asked me how big mine was.
I told him.
"That's great!" he said. "I'm sure she would love that."
He wanted to hire me to try and seduce her again. He felt that she was ready to go through with everything this time. If things go well, he wanted me to have sex with his wife while he was in the room watching.
"I'll pay you very well for your time," he said.
This guy was rich, so I knew from the last encounter that he was serious.
I told him that I would have to think about it and would call him back in a few days. I also mentioned that I knew another male stripper with blonde hair and blue eyes who might be interested.
"That'd be cool and all," he said, "but my wife already met you and loved talkin' to ya. You already built a rapport with her, so it'd be easy for you to talk to her again."
So I'm going to call this guy back in a few days. I'm not sure on whether I'll do this or not. The whole situation feels awkward, and there is A LOT of pressure on trying to seduce a woman, especially when the amount of payment depends on success.
I'll post an update when I talk to him again.
All of this occurred back in May.
A few days ago, I receive the following text: "Is this the brad I met this summer"
I remembered using the alias "Brad" for only one part so I knew immediately that this person was the husband who hired me for his wife.
The Husband went on to write: "Still may b interest in our previous discussion I have a personal question to ask but Prefer to ask by phone"
Curiosity got the better of me and I told him to give me a call.
When he did call, he told me that he and his wife had been talking a lot since he last hired me. She seemed more open to the idea of being with another man, but wanted one with a "bigger than average cock." So he asked me how big mine was.
I told him.
"That's great!" he said. "I'm sure she would love that."
He wanted to hire me to try and seduce her again. He felt that she was ready to go through with everything this time. If things go well, he wanted me to have sex with his wife while he was in the room watching.
"I'll pay you very well for your time," he said.
This guy was rich, so I knew from the last encounter that he was serious.
I told him that I would have to think about it and would call him back in a few days. I also mentioned that I knew another male stripper with blonde hair and blue eyes who might be interested.
"That'd be cool and all," he said, "but my wife already met you and loved talkin' to ya. You already built a rapport with her, so it'd be easy for you to talk to her again."
So I'm going to call this guy back in a few days. I'm not sure on whether I'll do this or not. The whole situation feels awkward, and there is A LOT of pressure on trying to seduce a woman, especially when the amount of payment depends on success.
I'll post an update when I talk to him again.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Cuckold Party: April 13, 2013
Saturday - April 13, 2013
Destin, FL
Surprise Party
5 Girls (with some guys in attendance)
***This story is a little late due to its length and other events that followed.***
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It was Saturday afternoon. I was casually shopping at an antique event when my agent called me for what I presumed to be a last minute show.
"Hey, do you have any friends that can strip with you for a surprise party tonight in Destin?" he asked.
His request was quite out of the ordinary. Most private parties request just one guy. I thought about my agent's question for a second and wondered how I would get another dancer. Most of my friends are married with kids and out of shape. The ones who were in decent shape were unable to do so because of marriage, work, or other obligations that affect middle aged men. . "No," I said at length. "I can't think of anyone."
"You sure? I just need a body---just anyone. You can carry the show."
I mulled over my list of acquaintances. My friend's younger brother came to mind, but he lacked the charismatic personality necessary to enthrall a crowd. "No, but I can do it alone," I said.
"Okay," the agent sighed. "You got the show. I'll text you the info in a minute... by the way, it's a husband who's the paying customer. He wants you to strip for his wife and her friends."
Interesting. Judging from my past experience, a husband who hires a male stripper for his wife was often either a swinger, or into the cuckold fetish, meaning that he derives sexual pleasure from watching his wife with another man. Those were my initial thoughts.
A phone call to the husband further cemented my suspicions. According to him, the girls have seen the movie called Magic Mike (which is about a male stripper) and they were curious to experience a male stripper firsthand, so the husband wanted to surprise them. I was going to be their surprise. After a little planning, we concluded that I would arrive in a police outfit for the girls.
Other husbands would be present of course, which caused me to feel a sense of trepidation to say the least. One should tread lightly on eggshells when discussing with a man the delicate matter of getting almost naked for his wife. I suggested a conservative routine, specifically stating that I did not want to offend anyone or go beyond personal boundaries.
"Trust me," he said. "You're not going to offend anyone here and you're not going to step beyond anyone's person boundaries. Do anything you want." His emphatic tone on 'anything' did not go unnoticed by me.
The laid-back response soothed my concerns about this party. It was probably going to be wild. Just a hunch from experience talking. "All right then!" I said. "See y'all at ten."
I arrived on time at 10 p.m.
The location of the party was at a resort house owned by one of the party-goers. It was in one of those upscale neighborhoods where the houses were often rented out to snowbirds. Almost the whole neighborhood was a ghost town save a few houses on each street.
The husband came out to meet me outside. He was a middle-aged guy approaching his fifties, and he wore a polo shirt and khakis. Because he was older, I assumed that the women inside were around the forties to fifties age range
"You were sure fast gettin' here," he chuckled. "I thought you'd have trouble finding the place. I hired another guy who's coming at 10:30. Let's see if he finds his way here swiftly like you did."
I admit, a little skepticism gnawed at my insides at the mention of another male dancer. I've grown so accustomed to performing solo, and the last time another guy was present was at an all-male revue I performed at last November (read story here: Male Revue: 11/07/2012). I dismissed the notion for now and asked for the most important thing: payment.
The husband paid me the money and told me to allow him ten minutes to get some music playing and get all of the ladies situated in the living room. I was to knock on the door and pull the ole' 'noise complaint' routine.
I changed into my police costume next to my car on the street, which attracted very little attention due to the lack of residents in the neighborhood. I could see some of the party-goers inside. Half of them were men, probably the husbands. I hoped none of them were the jealous type, because what I was about to do would disturb the peaceful evening of a man lacking a more carefree disposition.
Summoning my best command presence, I knocked on the front door. Peering through the paned windows of the door, I saw the girls in the living room sitting and laughing. They did not hear me. This time, I gave the door a firm pounding. Still, no answer; they carried on as before. The husband who hired me was standing nearby the women, and he looked over and beckoned me to enter.
I opened the door.
All five of the women stared at me in surprise and awe. The woman closest to me was an older blonde lady who grinned at me and said, "Why hellooo, Officer." The rest were rather young, in their twenties to early thirties.
"The neighbors said they heard some screaming from this residence, so I'm here to do a welfare check and make sure that everything is okay," I announced.
One of the younger women laughed and said that everything was fine and that they were just having a small party. I advised her to keep the noise levels down. Meanwhile, the older blonde lady came up to me and touched my chest. "Aren't you a handsome cop? Why don't you take off that uniform and relax?"
The whole situation was like an opening to a porn movie.
I reached out my hand and took a firm grasp of her wrist and spun her around. Then, I reached behind towards the back of my gun belt and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Ma'am, you're under arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior on an officer."
"Oooo," she cooed. "Are you going to frisk me, officer?"
I cuffed her hands together. "Yes, I am. Now spread your legs."
"Yes, officer..." she said, spreading her feet apart. "I must warn you though--I'm not wearing panties."
I had very little doubt about how wild this party was going to be beforehand, but her statement just dispelled all doubt. "Now you don't have anything on you that's gonna get you in trouble, do you?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Why don't you feel me and find out."
I placed both hands on her bare tanned legs. Her skin felt smooth and slick from whatever lotion she applied earlier. She wore a white skirt, and my hands groped her left inner thigh up her skirt to make a show that I was searching for hidden contraband. After squeezing her left ass cheek, I did the same on her right thigh, moving up her skirt.
As I 'frisked' her, the other girls murmured to each other in delight. One yelled out to me that she wanted me to search her next. Two of the ladies' husbands hovered in the background; their grins showed me that they enjoyed the show, and I relaxed a little.
I set the blonde down into an armchair and begin to strip for her while dancing to the music. She showed a full set of white teeth as she smiled and watched. My gun belt came off first, followed by my police shirt. My leather-look vest and my black pants remained on. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down just a bit in the front to give her a peek of my thong beneath.
"Oh my God!" she said, looking at the other girls. "That's some sexy underwear!"
One girl peered over to investigate, then pulled my pants down a bit to shove a dollar into the side strap of my thong.
Next, I uncuffed the woman so she could have her hands free. I unzipped my vest, exposing my chest and abs, which she began caressing. My pants came off next--with her help. All of this happened in the span of a few minutes and my opened vest, my thong, and my patent leather boots were the only articles of clothing left on me.
I extended a hand to help her out of the armchair and we danced together, our bodies smothered together. My right leg was forward between her legs, pushing up against her skirt. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed against my leg. She wasn't kidding earlier when she said she had no panties on. I could feel her shaven vagina pressing up and down my leg.
I was about to continue dancing for the older blonde lady for a little longer until I looked over at the couch. Holy shit! The sight before was unexpected. The young and very attractive brunette closest sat with her olive legs spread apart with her one-piece dress pulled up to her mid-section, exposing her purple, mesh, see-through underwear. She beckoned me to come between them.
Asking to be excused, I extricated myself away from the older blonde, promising to return for even more later, and went to the brunette.
The brunette had some cash stuffed into her cleavage at the top of her dress, along with a few bills in the front of her thong. I could see where shaved a runway strip design above her pussy through the mesh material. I dove in to get the dollars, licking the fabric that outlined her pussy. Her breathing deepened and she ran her hands through my hair.
I continued to go up her midsection until I was pulling the cash from her cleavage while the bulge of my thong rubbed against her camel toe. Our interactions lasted a few minutes and I wanted to continue longer, but the girl sitting next to her had her dress pulled up with her legs spread and panties exposed in the same fashion, indicating to me that it was her turn.
She was a beautiful latina girl. Not wanting to do the same thing on as I did to the brunette before her, I lifted her off the couch and set her onto a rectangular, red Chinese rug covering the living room floor. I was going to get the dollar bills from her chest, but she lifted her dress above her chest, revealing her firm tits. They weren't large, but a handful with the nipples standing perky at attention.
"Suck on her tits," the brunette said, coming from the couch and leaning down next to me.
I looked around the room. The other girls waited expectantly at the edge of their seats. The husbands went outside to the patio, leaving the women to their fun. I heard their booming laughter, which told me that they were not bothered in the least by my actions. So I placed my mouth on one of the nipples in front of me. They hardened as I licked and lightly bit on them.
"Is it okay to touch you?" the Latina asked.
"There's a no touching rule," I said in a mock stern voice.
"Oh, okay..."
"Just kidding," I said. "You can touch anywhere you like."
"Oh!" The Latina reached down and began massaging my cock. She reached her fingers into my thong to gently feel it.
The exchange of pleasure was brief. There were other women waiting for a turn, so I stood up and looked for my next partner. The Latina seemed dismayed, but I assured her that I would return, thus keeping the tension going.
"How about Lindsey?" the brunette suggested.
"Yeah, go get Lindsey," the Latina added. "She just recently divorced."
"Don't tell him that!" Lindsey snapped, squirming uncomfortably in her chair, and gesturing that she wanted no part in the performance.
The other girls pleaded with her to 'have some fun' and after several protests from Lindsey, she finally relented and was on the floor beneath me almost completely naked save for a skimpy thong. Her exposed breasts were large, round, and fake. I could see the faint scars underneath them from her augmentation surgery, but they sure felt nice as I squeezed them---like water balloons but a little firmer.
I requested some alcohol so I could take the shots from Lindsey's midsection. The girls had other plans, however. The Latina poured a shot between her breasts and I darted in to get prevent as much liquid as possible from trickling elsewhere. I failed in my attempt, and had to lick the small rivets that ran down to Lindsey's neck.
After several more rounds of body shots, I turned Lindsey over to imitate a doggy-style position and as I thrust against her, the front of my thong rubbed against her pussy. She had a bad sun-burn on every part of her skin except from where she wore a bikini earlier in the day. Her tan line gave her an image as though she were wearing white panties over lobster red skin.
There was one more girl left, a blonde named Meredith who got up to leave the room when she realized it was possibly her turn.
"No thanks," Meredith said. "I'll just watch."
Meredith was a true blonde, unlike the many girls who dye their hair. Her eyes were pale blue. She seemed like the shyest one there. The other girls said that she had a "ghetto booty" and insisted that I spank it.
"Lift up your dress," the Latina said.
"Yeah, lift up your dress," Lindsey said. "I had to do it, so you're gonna do it too."
"No, I'm good. He can skip me..."
After much insistence from her friends, Meredith sighed and relented. "Oh, all right." She turned and faced away from me and hiked up her dress, revealing a very round, very bubbly ass with a purple lingerie thong. Her ass was a novelty since it was rather large, but no cottage cheese or stretch marks marred its surface. Just smooth and firm.
It was perfect. I grabbed it, squeezed it, and pushed myself between its crack.
Just as I did with the other girls before her, I placed Meredith on the ground. Her dress came off leaving only her purple and black thong remaining. Her breasts were small, but had an elegant shape and symmetry. I sucked on them for awhile as the brunette came up behind me to put some money into my thong, rubbing my cock in the process. As I took a few body shots from her belly button and between her breasts, the other male dancer arrived.
He wore a police costume. Some of the girls got up to greet him while he carried on like he was doing a police investigation on the party. I grinned. The sight of me on top of Meredith with her boobs on display on the living room floor must have given him an interesting first impression of this party. He introduced himself as "Giovanni." He was blonde, around my height, and had a European accent, which I later discovered that he was originally from Italy.
I returned my focus back to Meredith while he began interacting with the other girls. I was in my own world with Meredith and paid no attention to my surroundings.
The body shots and the breast suckling only swathed a path for more sexual tension, starting from her breasts, then up to her neck, and then lips. Our tongues met and intertwined, the others in the room forgotten. For some reason, I found it amusing that I sucked on her breasts before making out with her; it's not very often one gets to run to second base before going to first.
After making out awhile, I made my way down to Meredith's midsection and lavished attention upon her slow and sensual. She moaned in pleasure, running her hands along my back, and pushing her hips against me. I moved down between her legs. Her thong was wedged partially into her vagina. I traced my finger up along the crease until arriving at her clit, rubbing it gently. Her breathing deepened. I leaned down and began licking the fabric on top of her clit.
Intrigued by our intimacy, the Latina sauntered over and cooed as she watched. She stooped down to massage Meredith's breasts as I continued caressing Meredith with my tongue. The Latina's hands crawled over to me and ran their delicate touch all along my body. We were a trio of physical ecstasy writhing in the throes of passion.
I wondered if most people would count this as a threesome.
Occasionally, I peered over my shoulder and saw the other male dancer, Giovanni, shirtless and burying the brunette underneath him on the couch. The only thing I could see of her were her legs sticking up in the air.
I resumed with Meredith and the Latina for a little while longer. Then, with great reluctance, I withdrew from Meredith and helped her up. Her face appeared flushed. Giovanni was working on another girl by now.
The party continued and some the husbands reentered the room to watch. A strong odor of burnt marijuana followed them. One made a suggestion of taking a girl's panty's off. One older guy with a mustache sat down with Meredith and held her hand, asking if she was having a good time. She nodded. I assumed that was her husband. Before long, most of the men cleared out of the room again, even the guy who held Meredith's hand.
Giovanni had stripped down to his underwear at this point was on top of the older blonde lady on the couch. Her legs were wrapped around him. I smiled, remembering that she wasn't wearing panties.
About twenty minutes later or juggling girls around, I noticed that they had their fill of male strippers--or at least of me. They tried to pass me over to each other, mostly Lindsey and Meredith. Lindsey shook her head and grabbed Meredith's arm. "Give her another turn. She seemed to really like you the first time."
So I was with Meredith again.
Lindsey stood by and asked, "What are you going to do next? You got anything else planned?"
I really didn't. I gave Meredith a tease of oral pleasure, took body shots off of her, sucked on her breasts, and made out with her. The only thing I haven't done with her was use my cock on her, which was out of the question due to the presence of the husbands. However, male stripping in general is a very dynamic in nature, with situations ever constantly changing. Improvisation is a must in this profession. It only took a moment for me to formulate a plan.
"Got some massage oil or lotion?"
"Ohhhh," Lindsey said. "We don't have massage oil, but we have lotion somewhere."
"I'll need that then." I looked to Meredith and said, "Are you okay with a massage?"
She smiled. "Of course!"
I instructed Meredith to lay flat on her stomach on the couch. She had her dress back on at this point, so I suggested for her to pull it up. She responded by taking the whole thing off and throwing it on the floor. I climbed atop of her, just sitting behind her round ass, my package resting on it. Lindsey returned at this time with the lotion, which I took and poured in my hand. I lathered the lotion together and began slowly massaging Meredith's bare back.
"I didn't know we could get massages too!" the brunette said.
"Want a turn next?" I asked.
"Yes, but let Meredith have it," she smiled. "She seems to be enjoying it.
The massage continued. I pressed my thumbs into the muscle tissue of Meredith's back.
"This feels sooo good," she said.
"Do you mind if I move this aside?" I asked her, grabbing the side straps of her underwear.
"Go ahead."
I pulled them down, leaving her completely nude. From there, I moved onto massaging her ass. One technique I used was pushing my elbow into her muscles and trailing it from her upper back all the way down to her ass cheek. She exhaled each time I pressed into her and asked me to continue. I repeated the technique a few times, then moved onto her inner thighs, climbing back up to the outside of her pussy.
At this time, I was vaguely aware of my surroundings. I heard Giovanni talking to the other girls, but paid little heed. My vision focused only on Meredith in front of me, everything in the background seemed dim. Giovanni could have been getting a blowjob and I wouldn't have noticed.
I brushed my fingers up and down her pussy, which was very wet.
"Someone is very turned on," I said.
"I've been turned on," she said.
I touched her for a short period of time, then stopped to return to massaging. Every now and again, I would resume feeling her. She complained that I was teasing her, but there was not really much more I could do with others in the vicinity.
I wondered how this party would have turned out had all of these girls been single and without men present. I could easily see a sex fest.
The party seemed to wind down by the time I finished with Meredith's massage. One of the girls decided to call it a night soon and thanked us. As Giovanni and I gathered our belongings and money, we finally made the proper introductions to each other. We arranged to meet after the party to discuss possible business.
When I said my goodbyes to everyone, one of the husbands thanked me for "providing a good time for the girls." At the beginning of my career, I would have thought this party as weird, especially since the husbands were watching their wives getting fondled by younger, more muscular man. Now, I learned to accept this crowd as just one of the wilder, kinkier groups who like to have fun.
After leaving, Giovanni and I went to TGI Fridays, one of the few restaurants still open after midnight, to discuss a few things including the party we just worked at. It's a rarity for me to relate with someone on work matters in this profession. Most of the time, I'm all alone when it comes to talking about work. Now, here was someone who understands what I do, to compare notes with.
My impression of Giovanni was that he was a very friendly and outgoing guy. He thought of male stripping as a business offering a service to customers, and his goal was to provide good service. Giovanni was a few years older than me, 37 to be exact, and he had been stripping since he was a college student in his early 20s. He was in great shape and seemed to take the job seriously. I liked him.
I asked him what he thought about the party we just did.
"Those were some fun girls," he said. "Did you see that blonde older lady? She had no panties. You could see her pussy!"
I laughed.
When we left TGI Fridays, I exchanged contact information with Giovanni. He agreed to do an interview for my website. I had a feeling that this wouldn't be my last encounter with him.
Once I got home, I realized that the girls tipped me a lot of twenties, tens, and fives in lieu of one dollar bills. Not only did they make my night in the physical and sensual sense, but they provided in excess financially.
What a great night of work.
Post script: Giovanni gave a complete interview, which will be posted in the near future.
Destin, FL
Surprise Party
5 Girls (with some guys in attendance)
***This story is a little late due to its length and other events that followed.***
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It was Saturday afternoon. I was casually shopping at an antique event when my agent called me for what I presumed to be a last minute show.
"Hey, do you have any friends that can strip with you for a surprise party tonight in Destin?" he asked.
His request was quite out of the ordinary. Most private parties request just one guy. I thought about my agent's question for a second and wondered how I would get another dancer. Most of my friends are married with kids and out of shape. The ones who were in decent shape were unable to do so because of marriage, work, or other obligations that affect middle aged men. . "No," I said at length. "I can't think of anyone."
"You sure? I just need a body---just anyone. You can carry the show."
I mulled over my list of acquaintances. My friend's younger brother came to mind, but he lacked the charismatic personality necessary to enthrall a crowd. "No, but I can do it alone," I said.
"Okay," the agent sighed. "You got the show. I'll text you the info in a minute... by the way, it's a husband who's the paying customer. He wants you to strip for his wife and her friends."
Interesting. Judging from my past experience, a husband who hires a male stripper for his wife was often either a swinger, or into the cuckold fetish, meaning that he derives sexual pleasure from watching his wife with another man. Those were my initial thoughts.
A phone call to the husband further cemented my suspicions. According to him, the girls have seen the movie called Magic Mike (which is about a male stripper) and they were curious to experience a male stripper firsthand, so the husband wanted to surprise them. I was going to be their surprise. After a little planning, we concluded that I would arrive in a police outfit for the girls.
Other husbands would be present of course, which caused me to feel a sense of trepidation to say the least. One should tread lightly on eggshells when discussing with a man the delicate matter of getting almost naked for his wife. I suggested a conservative routine, specifically stating that I did not want to offend anyone or go beyond personal boundaries.
"Trust me," he said. "You're not going to offend anyone here and you're not going to step beyond anyone's person boundaries. Do anything you want." His emphatic tone on 'anything' did not go unnoticed by me.
The laid-back response soothed my concerns about this party. It was probably going to be wild. Just a hunch from experience talking. "All right then!" I said. "See y'all at ten."
I arrived on time at 10 p.m.
The location of the party was at a resort house owned by one of the party-goers. It was in one of those upscale neighborhoods where the houses were often rented out to snowbirds. Almost the whole neighborhood was a ghost town save a few houses on each street.
The husband came out to meet me outside. He was a middle-aged guy approaching his fifties, and he wore a polo shirt and khakis. Because he was older, I assumed that the women inside were around the forties to fifties age range
"You were sure fast gettin' here," he chuckled. "I thought you'd have trouble finding the place. I hired another guy who's coming at 10:30. Let's see if he finds his way here swiftly like you did."
I admit, a little skepticism gnawed at my insides at the mention of another male dancer. I've grown so accustomed to performing solo, and the last time another guy was present was at an all-male revue I performed at last November (read story here: Male Revue: 11/07/2012). I dismissed the notion for now and asked for the most important thing: payment.
The husband paid me the money and told me to allow him ten minutes to get some music playing and get all of the ladies situated in the living room. I was to knock on the door and pull the ole' 'noise complaint' routine.
I changed into my police costume next to my car on the street, which attracted very little attention due to the lack of residents in the neighborhood. I could see some of the party-goers inside. Half of them were men, probably the husbands. I hoped none of them were the jealous type, because what I was about to do would disturb the peaceful evening of a man lacking a more carefree disposition.
Summoning my best command presence, I knocked on the front door. Peering through the paned windows of the door, I saw the girls in the living room sitting and laughing. They did not hear me. This time, I gave the door a firm pounding. Still, no answer; they carried on as before. The husband who hired me was standing nearby the women, and he looked over and beckoned me to enter.
I opened the door.
All five of the women stared at me in surprise and awe. The woman closest to me was an older blonde lady who grinned at me and said, "Why hellooo, Officer." The rest were rather young, in their twenties to early thirties.
"The neighbors said they heard some screaming from this residence, so I'm here to do a welfare check and make sure that everything is okay," I announced.
One of the younger women laughed and said that everything was fine and that they were just having a small party. I advised her to keep the noise levels down. Meanwhile, the older blonde lady came up to me and touched my chest. "Aren't you a handsome cop? Why don't you take off that uniform and relax?"
The whole situation was like an opening to a porn movie.
I reached out my hand and took a firm grasp of her wrist and spun her around. Then, I reached behind towards the back of my gun belt and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. "Ma'am, you're under arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior on an officer."
"Oooo," she cooed. "Are you going to frisk me, officer?"
I cuffed her hands together. "Yes, I am. Now spread your legs."
"Yes, officer..." she said, spreading her feet apart. "I must warn you though--I'm not wearing panties."
I had very little doubt about how wild this party was going to be beforehand, but her statement just dispelled all doubt. "Now you don't have anything on you that's gonna get you in trouble, do you?" I asked.
"I don't know," she said. "Why don't you feel me and find out."
I placed both hands on her bare tanned legs. Her skin felt smooth and slick from whatever lotion she applied earlier. She wore a white skirt, and my hands groped her left inner thigh up her skirt to make a show that I was searching for hidden contraband. After squeezing her left ass cheek, I did the same on her right thigh, moving up her skirt.
As I 'frisked' her, the other girls murmured to each other in delight. One yelled out to me that she wanted me to search her next. Two of the ladies' husbands hovered in the background; their grins showed me that they enjoyed the show, and I relaxed a little.
I set the blonde down into an armchair and begin to strip for her while dancing to the music. She showed a full set of white teeth as she smiled and watched. My gun belt came off first, followed by my police shirt. My leather-look vest and my black pants remained on. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down just a bit in the front to give her a peek of my thong beneath.
"Oh my God!" she said, looking at the other girls. "That's some sexy underwear!"
One girl peered over to investigate, then pulled my pants down a bit to shove a dollar into the side strap of my thong.
Next, I uncuffed the woman so she could have her hands free. I unzipped my vest, exposing my chest and abs, which she began caressing. My pants came off next--with her help. All of this happened in the span of a few minutes and my opened vest, my thong, and my patent leather boots were the only articles of clothing left on me.
I extended a hand to help her out of the armchair and we danced together, our bodies smothered together. My right leg was forward between her legs, pushing up against her skirt. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed against my leg. She wasn't kidding earlier when she said she had no panties on. I could feel her shaven vagina pressing up and down my leg.
I was about to continue dancing for the older blonde lady for a little longer until I looked over at the couch. Holy shit! The sight before was unexpected. The young and very attractive brunette closest sat with her olive legs spread apart with her one-piece dress pulled up to her mid-section, exposing her purple, mesh, see-through underwear. She beckoned me to come between them.
Asking to be excused, I extricated myself away from the older blonde, promising to return for even more later, and went to the brunette.
The brunette had some cash stuffed into her cleavage at the top of her dress, along with a few bills in the front of her thong. I could see where shaved a runway strip design above her pussy through the mesh material. I dove in to get the dollars, licking the fabric that outlined her pussy. Her breathing deepened and she ran her hands through my hair.
I continued to go up her midsection until I was pulling the cash from her cleavage while the bulge of my thong rubbed against her camel toe. Our interactions lasted a few minutes and I wanted to continue longer, but the girl sitting next to her had her dress pulled up with her legs spread and panties exposed in the same fashion, indicating to me that it was her turn.
She was a beautiful latina girl. Not wanting to do the same thing on as I did to the brunette before her, I lifted her off the couch and set her onto a rectangular, red Chinese rug covering the living room floor. I was going to get the dollar bills from her chest, but she lifted her dress above her chest, revealing her firm tits. They weren't large, but a handful with the nipples standing perky at attention.
"Suck on her tits," the brunette said, coming from the couch and leaning down next to me.
I looked around the room. The other girls waited expectantly at the edge of their seats. The husbands went outside to the patio, leaving the women to their fun. I heard their booming laughter, which told me that they were not bothered in the least by my actions. So I placed my mouth on one of the nipples in front of me. They hardened as I licked and lightly bit on them.
"Is it okay to touch you?" the Latina asked.
"There's a no touching rule," I said in a mock stern voice.
"Oh, okay..."
"Just kidding," I said. "You can touch anywhere you like."
"Oh!" The Latina reached down and began massaging my cock. She reached her fingers into my thong to gently feel it.
The exchange of pleasure was brief. There were other women waiting for a turn, so I stood up and looked for my next partner. The Latina seemed dismayed, but I assured her that I would return, thus keeping the tension going.
"How about Lindsey?" the brunette suggested.
"Yeah, go get Lindsey," the Latina added. "She just recently divorced."
"Don't tell him that!" Lindsey snapped, squirming uncomfortably in her chair, and gesturing that she wanted no part in the performance.
The other girls pleaded with her to 'have some fun' and after several protests from Lindsey, she finally relented and was on the floor beneath me almost completely naked save for a skimpy thong. Her exposed breasts were large, round, and fake. I could see the faint scars underneath them from her augmentation surgery, but they sure felt nice as I squeezed them---like water balloons but a little firmer.
I requested some alcohol so I could take the shots from Lindsey's midsection. The girls had other plans, however. The Latina poured a shot between her breasts and I darted in to get prevent as much liquid as possible from trickling elsewhere. I failed in my attempt, and had to lick the small rivets that ran down to Lindsey's neck.
After several more rounds of body shots, I turned Lindsey over to imitate a doggy-style position and as I thrust against her, the front of my thong rubbed against her pussy. She had a bad sun-burn on every part of her skin except from where she wore a bikini earlier in the day. Her tan line gave her an image as though she were wearing white panties over lobster red skin.
There was one more girl left, a blonde named Meredith who got up to leave the room when she realized it was possibly her turn.
"No thanks," Meredith said. "I'll just watch."
Meredith was a true blonde, unlike the many girls who dye their hair. Her eyes were pale blue. She seemed like the shyest one there. The other girls said that she had a "ghetto booty" and insisted that I spank it.
"Lift up your dress," the Latina said.
"Yeah, lift up your dress," Lindsey said. "I had to do it, so you're gonna do it too."
"No, I'm good. He can skip me..."
After much insistence from her friends, Meredith sighed and relented. "Oh, all right." She turned and faced away from me and hiked up her dress, revealing a very round, very bubbly ass with a purple lingerie thong. Her ass was a novelty since it was rather large, but no cottage cheese or stretch marks marred its surface. Just smooth and firm.
It was perfect. I grabbed it, squeezed it, and pushed myself between its crack.
Just as I did with the other girls before her, I placed Meredith on the ground. Her dress came off leaving only her purple and black thong remaining. Her breasts were small, but had an elegant shape and symmetry. I sucked on them for awhile as the brunette came up behind me to put some money into my thong, rubbing my cock in the process. As I took a few body shots from her belly button and between her breasts, the other male dancer arrived.
He wore a police costume. Some of the girls got up to greet him while he carried on like he was doing a police investigation on the party. I grinned. The sight of me on top of Meredith with her boobs on display on the living room floor must have given him an interesting first impression of this party. He introduced himself as "Giovanni." He was blonde, around my height, and had a European accent, which I later discovered that he was originally from Italy.
I returned my focus back to Meredith while he began interacting with the other girls. I was in my own world with Meredith and paid no attention to my surroundings.
The body shots and the breast suckling only swathed a path for more sexual tension, starting from her breasts, then up to her neck, and then lips. Our tongues met and intertwined, the others in the room forgotten. For some reason, I found it amusing that I sucked on her breasts before making out with her; it's not very often one gets to run to second base before going to first.
After making out awhile, I made my way down to Meredith's midsection and lavished attention upon her slow and sensual. She moaned in pleasure, running her hands along my back, and pushing her hips against me. I moved down between her legs. Her thong was wedged partially into her vagina. I traced my finger up along the crease until arriving at her clit, rubbing it gently. Her breathing deepened. I leaned down and began licking the fabric on top of her clit.
Intrigued by our intimacy, the Latina sauntered over and cooed as she watched. She stooped down to massage Meredith's breasts as I continued caressing Meredith with my tongue. The Latina's hands crawled over to me and ran their delicate touch all along my body. We were a trio of physical ecstasy writhing in the throes of passion.
I wondered if most people would count this as a threesome.
Occasionally, I peered over my shoulder and saw the other male dancer, Giovanni, shirtless and burying the brunette underneath him on the couch. The only thing I could see of her were her legs sticking up in the air.
I resumed with Meredith and the Latina for a little while longer. Then, with great reluctance, I withdrew from Meredith and helped her up. Her face appeared flushed. Giovanni was working on another girl by now.
The party continued and some the husbands reentered the room to watch. A strong odor of burnt marijuana followed them. One made a suggestion of taking a girl's panty's off. One older guy with a mustache sat down with Meredith and held her hand, asking if she was having a good time. She nodded. I assumed that was her husband. Before long, most of the men cleared out of the room again, even the guy who held Meredith's hand.
Giovanni had stripped down to his underwear at this point was on top of the older blonde lady on the couch. Her legs were wrapped around him. I smiled, remembering that she wasn't wearing panties.
About twenty minutes later or juggling girls around, I noticed that they had their fill of male strippers--or at least of me. They tried to pass me over to each other, mostly Lindsey and Meredith. Lindsey shook her head and grabbed Meredith's arm. "Give her another turn. She seemed to really like you the first time."
So I was with Meredith again.
Lindsey stood by and asked, "What are you going to do next? You got anything else planned?"
I really didn't. I gave Meredith a tease of oral pleasure, took body shots off of her, sucked on her breasts, and made out with her. The only thing I haven't done with her was use my cock on her, which was out of the question due to the presence of the husbands. However, male stripping in general is a very dynamic in nature, with situations ever constantly changing. Improvisation is a must in this profession. It only took a moment for me to formulate a plan.
"Got some massage oil or lotion?"
"Ohhhh," Lindsey said. "We don't have massage oil, but we have lotion somewhere."
"I'll need that then." I looked to Meredith and said, "Are you okay with a massage?"
She smiled. "Of course!"
I instructed Meredith to lay flat on her stomach on the couch. She had her dress back on at this point, so I suggested for her to pull it up. She responded by taking the whole thing off and throwing it on the floor. I climbed atop of her, just sitting behind her round ass, my package resting on it. Lindsey returned at this time with the lotion, which I took and poured in my hand. I lathered the lotion together and began slowly massaging Meredith's bare back.
"I didn't know we could get massages too!" the brunette said.
"Want a turn next?" I asked.
"Yes, but let Meredith have it," she smiled. "She seems to be enjoying it.
The massage continued. I pressed my thumbs into the muscle tissue of Meredith's back.
"This feels sooo good," she said.
"Do you mind if I move this aside?" I asked her, grabbing the side straps of her underwear.
"Go ahead."
I pulled them down, leaving her completely nude. From there, I moved onto massaging her ass. One technique I used was pushing my elbow into her muscles and trailing it from her upper back all the way down to her ass cheek. She exhaled each time I pressed into her and asked me to continue. I repeated the technique a few times, then moved onto her inner thighs, climbing back up to the outside of her pussy.
At this time, I was vaguely aware of my surroundings. I heard Giovanni talking to the other girls, but paid little heed. My vision focused only on Meredith in front of me, everything in the background seemed dim. Giovanni could have been getting a blowjob and I wouldn't have noticed.
I brushed my fingers up and down her pussy, which was very wet.
"Someone is very turned on," I said.
"I've been turned on," she said.
I touched her for a short period of time, then stopped to return to massaging. Every now and again, I would resume feeling her. She complained that I was teasing her, but there was not really much more I could do with others in the vicinity.
I wondered how this party would have turned out had all of these girls been single and without men present. I could easily see a sex fest.
The party seemed to wind down by the time I finished with Meredith's massage. One of the girls decided to call it a night soon and thanked us. As Giovanni and I gathered our belongings and money, we finally made the proper introductions to each other. We arranged to meet after the party to discuss possible business.
When I said my goodbyes to everyone, one of the husbands thanked me for "providing a good time for the girls." At the beginning of my career, I would have thought this party as weird, especially since the husbands were watching their wives getting fondled by younger, more muscular man. Now, I learned to accept this crowd as just one of the wilder, kinkier groups who like to have fun.
After leaving, Giovanni and I went to TGI Fridays, one of the few restaurants still open after midnight, to discuss a few things including the party we just worked at. It's a rarity for me to relate with someone on work matters in this profession. Most of the time, I'm all alone when it comes to talking about work. Now, here was someone who understands what I do, to compare notes with.
My impression of Giovanni was that he was a very friendly and outgoing guy. He thought of male stripping as a business offering a service to customers, and his goal was to provide good service. Giovanni was a few years older than me, 37 to be exact, and he had been stripping since he was a college student in his early 20s. He was in great shape and seemed to take the job seriously. I liked him.
I asked him what he thought about the party we just did.
"Those were some fun girls," he said. "Did you see that blonde older lady? She had no panties. You could see her pussy!"
I laughed.
When we left TGI Fridays, I exchanged contact information with Giovanni. He agreed to do an interview for my website. I had a feeling that this wouldn't be my last encounter with him.
Once I got home, I realized that the girls tipped me a lot of twenties, tens, and fives in lieu of one dollar bills. Not only did they make my night in the physical and sensual sense, but they provided in excess financially.
What a great night of work.
Post script: Giovanni gave a complete interview, which will be posted in the near future.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
$1,500 Gig (continued)
Continued from $1,500 Gig
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Time
01:22 pm: I attempt to contact the husband, but he doesn't answer. He mentioned that he cannot answer the phone if his wife is around. I notify my agent about this in case the customer flakes out (which would suck). Usually, I don't leave until I confirm with the customer, but due to the nature of the money involved, I'm going to risk it.
It will take about two hours to reach the hotel where the husband and wife is staying. He wanted me there around 3:30 p.m. I try and bring my Kindle for updates during the down times.
Leaving now.
02:34 pm: On the way to the hotel, the husband calls me from a different number. His phone isn't working. He says he will meet me in the hotel lobby at 3:30. He tells me to tell her that I work in I.T. or a similar position, because his wife likes nerdy guys.
03:35 pm: I arrive in the lobby. It's a huge resort hotel. As promised, the husband meets me in the lobby. Holy shit, this guy is jacked---quite the opposite appearance of my presumption of him. He pays me $500. His wife is waiting at the pool. He suggests I get changed then go out to the pool. He hands me room card to access the premises.
3:55 pm: I go outside and sit at a table away from the pool. I see the husband sitting on a lawn chair next to his wife. From my vantage point, she looks as beautiful as he claims. She's a tanned hot blonde wearing a purple bikini. I feel a bit relieved that he wasn't lying about having a wife.
04:05 pm: I walk around pretending to look at the scenery. I take a few pictures with my camera phone, some of scenery and some of the wife. I'm actually nervous at this point because I have to go up and flirt with this complete stranger and get her to like me. Under normal circumstances, rejection isn't a big deal, but this whole gig depended on success.
4:06 pm: The husband stands up about to leave, then looks over at me and gives a subtle nod without his wife noticing. He then leaves. I gather my things and approach the pool.
4:07 pm: I walk around the pool under the false pretense of searching for a lawn chair to sunbathe on. Coincidentally, I find an empty one next to the wife. She is very tan, blonde, and in good shape with visible abs. I ask her if anyone is using the chair.
"My husband is using it," she says. "He went somewhere and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll use the one next to it... By the way," I say as I put my belongings down, "What kind of work outs do you do? You have a great body and look like you take of yourself well."
"Why thank you!" the wife beams, placing both hands on her chest. "That really means a lot to me that you say that!"
4:12 pm: The wife continues conversing with me. I formerly introduce myself and tell her that my name is "Brad." She tells me her name and we shake hands. I'm now sitting in her husband's chair next to her. She takes her sunglasses off, revealing bright blue eyes, and occasionally brushes her fingers through her hair.
4:15 pm: The wife sits up as she talks to me, showing interest in what I have to say. I discover that she used to be a lawyer, works as a personal trainer, and has two kids. She asks what I was doing in town. I tell her that I'm a consulting traveling on business, then change the subject. She buys my story.
4:30 pm: The husband reappears, but hovers out of the wife's sight at the bar. I see him stare at us while we're talking and try to avoid looking in his direction too much to alert suspicion. This whole situation feels like James Bond movie.
4:33 pm: The husband raises his hand and gestures that I should wrap up my conversation and meet him around the back of the pool.
4:35 pm: Per her husband's request, I tell her that she is both beautiful and intelligent, and that "it was a pleasure" talking with her.
"Maybe I'll see you out tonight," she says.
4:37 pm: I meet the husband behind the pool near the stairwell out of earshot from his wife.
"You did good," he says. "You did good... But mind if I'm a straight-shooter with you?"
"Go ahead," I say.
"You are not the guy in the picture on the website," he says, looking livid. "I ordered a guy who was blond hair, blue eyes, and over 6'2. That's my wife's fantasy type of guy. You don't have blue eyes and you're the same height as me."
His sudden anger surprises me. Why didn't he say something when we first met in the lobby? I ask which agency he booked from, and he tells me a name that I'm unfamiliar with.
It was an easy puzzle to piece together. The company the husband used didn't have a male stripper in this area, so the agent for that company called my agent and asked him to provide a dancer for them. So my agent called me, and I agreed, unaware that this was a third-party show. In a way, the first agency outsourced this job to my agent and me, and lied to the husband just to collect his money. I'm pretty sure that most of the pictures of male strippers on their website are fake, and that they promise the customer everything and anything just to get money. Quite shitty on that agency's part.
I briefly explain the situation to the husband and vow to call my agent and let him know what's going on.
"Hey, it's nothing against you, man," he says. "I know you're trying your best."
04:38 pm: I'm still dressed for the swimming pool, but holding my khakis and polo shirt. The husband stares at my clothes with disapproval. He tells me that his wife likes a "certain style" of dress. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wad of cash, and hands me a hundred dollar bill.
"Go to Express, and buy the Rocco slim fit jeans, boot cut. They're on sale. I know that because I was in there today. Also get an athletic fit button-down shirt. That hundred should cover it for you. Trust me, I know what women like. Buy those clothes. My wife will love them."
I thank him. My choice in clothes will have little effect on the outcome with his wife, but if he wants to buy me new clothes, then I won't argue. Express is an expensive store too.
The husband tells me to meet him and his wife at a nearby club around 8 o'clock after I'm done shopping. Three hours is plenty of time.
4:40 pm: I leave the hotel to go shopping. Express is located at a shopping plaza 10 minutes away.
5:10 pm: Thanks to the husband's patronage, I buy the pair of pants and a shirt at Express. The total was $95.38.
5:25 pm: I go to a nearby restaurant and eat because I haven't eaten much all day. Steak kabob, potatoes, broccoli, and carrots.
6:10 pm: I find a store with WiFi. I use my Kindle Fire HD to update this post a bit. I also call my agent and tell him of the husband's complaint. My agent confirms that this gig was outsourced by another stripping agency. He says he'll call that agent and ask him about it.
I tell my agent that the husband gave me a hundred dollars to buy some clothes that his wife would like. We both laugh.
"Call me after this gig is done," he says. "I want to hear how this ends. This is some strange shit."
My agent has worked as a male stripper for longer than I have, and has been booking shows for almost a decade. Surprising him is no small feat. The nature of this gig has him on the edge of his seat.
7:30 pm: I head back to the hotel. The club is a short walk away.
8:00 pm: I arrive at the hotel and change into my new clothes the bathroom next to the fitness center. I brought toiletries along to freshen up. I brush my teeth too.
8:15 pm: I make it to the club a little late. It's a live music bar with a great view of the harbor and the beach. The husband and his wife is sitting near the stage. The husband is scanning the bar looking for me. I step into view so he can see me. He nods and then goes back to drinking with his wife.
8:19 pm: The husband gets up and walks away from the table. I meet him in the hallway near the bathroom. He tells me to go ahead and sit with his wife. He pulls out a phone and dials a number and turns away from me.
8:20 pm: I stroll through the bar casually. By sheer luck and coincidence, I stumble upon the wife's table. She's surprised to see me. She offers me a seat. We talk again. She grasps and squeezes my hand or pats my arm as we talk.
8:25 pm: After talking, I flirt with her some before leaving the table so her husband can return.
8:32 pm: Some guy in his late 30s to early 40s stumbles near me and flashes a lecherous grin.
"I see that hot blonde girl with the big boobs shot you down too," he says. "When I commented on her nice boobs, she told me that she was with her husband."
"I was going to hang out with her again," I tell the creep. If this guy only knew that her husband paid me to flirt with her...
8:50 pm: The husband gets up to go to the hallway again, holding the phone as though he had an importance call. I go out to meet him.
"Hey man, I don't think this is going to work," he says. "She's not feeling it, and she's ready to go sleep soon. She likes you and all, but I don't think she wants to take it to the next level. Sorry man, you're just not what I asked for. You're not her fantasy guy. I wanted a blond guy with blue eyes."
"It's all right," I assure him. "There aren't many other male strippers in this area though... Maybe like one or two besides me, and I they're not over 6'2."
In reality, I don't think that there is a male stripper out there who will be able fulfill his large grocery list of requirements, which included the following: Blond male at least 6'2 in height, but not too tall, blue eyes, nerdy, muscular, no piercings, no tattoos, clean shaven, short haircut, well groomed, intelligent, preferably in the computer tech/I.T. profession, confident but not arrogant, etc., etc.
Seriously, this guy has more requirements for a male stripper than just about every female customer I ever had.
The husband thanks me sincerely for trying. "Are we fair at just five-hundred dollars?"
"More than fair," I assure him. "You also gave me money for clothes."
"And they look nice too!" he laughs.
9:00 pm: The husband returns to the table with his wife. I approach them and talk to the wife first. The wife "formally" introduces me to her husband, because in her mind, we haven't met yet. After talking for a short time, I tell them that I am about to leave. They give me a warm-hearted good-bye.
9:20 pm: I make it to my car.
9:30 pm: I call my agent and tell him what happened.
"Yeah, these guys and their fetishes," he says. "I've done a few gigs like this. They usually don't end well, because the girl is not in on it. Sounds like this is what happened. That guy didn't hire you for his wife's benefit. He hired you because he has some fetish of seeing his wife with a certain type of guy."
"I don't understand the fetish of having another guy hook up with your girl," I tell the agent, "But it's job security for us."
So in the end, I have $500 and a new pair of clothes.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Time
01:22 pm: I attempt to contact the husband, but he doesn't answer. He mentioned that he cannot answer the phone if his wife is around. I notify my agent about this in case the customer flakes out (which would suck). Usually, I don't leave until I confirm with the customer, but due to the nature of the money involved, I'm going to risk it.
It will take about two hours to reach the hotel where the husband and wife is staying. He wanted me there around 3:30 p.m. I try and bring my Kindle for updates during the down times.
Leaving now.
02:34 pm: On the way to the hotel, the husband calls me from a different number. His phone isn't working. He says he will meet me in the hotel lobby at 3:30. He tells me to tell her that I work in I.T. or a similar position, because his wife likes nerdy guys.
03:35 pm: I arrive in the lobby. It's a huge resort hotel. As promised, the husband meets me in the lobby. Holy shit, this guy is jacked---quite the opposite appearance of my presumption of him. He pays me $500. His wife is waiting at the pool. He suggests I get changed then go out to the pool. He hands me room card to access the premises.
3:55 pm: I go outside and sit at a table away from the pool. I see the husband sitting on a lawn chair next to his wife. From my vantage point, she looks as beautiful as he claims. She's a tanned hot blonde wearing a purple bikini. I feel a bit relieved that he wasn't lying about having a wife.04:05 pm: I walk around pretending to look at the scenery. I take a few pictures with my camera phone, some of scenery and some of the wife. I'm actually nervous at this point because I have to go up and flirt with this complete stranger and get her to like me. Under normal circumstances, rejection isn't a big deal, but this whole gig depended on success.
4:06 pm: The husband stands up about to leave, then looks over at me and gives a subtle nod without his wife noticing. He then leaves. I gather my things and approach the pool.
4:07 pm: I walk around the pool under the false pretense of searching for a lawn chair to sunbathe on. Coincidentally, I find an empty one next to the wife. She is very tan, blonde, and in good shape with visible abs. I ask her if anyone is using the chair.
"My husband is using it," she says. "He went somewhere and will be back soon."
"Okay, I'll use the one next to it... By the way," I say as I put my belongings down, "What kind of work outs do you do? You have a great body and look like you take of yourself well."
"Why thank you!" the wife beams, placing both hands on her chest. "That really means a lot to me that you say that!"
4:12 pm: The wife continues conversing with me. I formerly introduce myself and tell her that my name is "Brad." She tells me her name and we shake hands. I'm now sitting in her husband's chair next to her. She takes her sunglasses off, revealing bright blue eyes, and occasionally brushes her fingers through her hair.
4:15 pm: The wife sits up as she talks to me, showing interest in what I have to say. I discover that she used to be a lawyer, works as a personal trainer, and has two kids. She asks what I was doing in town. I tell her that I'm a consulting traveling on business, then change the subject. She buys my story.
4:30 pm: The husband reappears, but hovers out of the wife's sight at the bar. I see him stare at us while we're talking and try to avoid looking in his direction too much to alert suspicion. This whole situation feels like James Bond movie.
4:33 pm: The husband raises his hand and gestures that I should wrap up my conversation and meet him around the back of the pool.
4:35 pm: Per her husband's request, I tell her that she is both beautiful and intelligent, and that "it was a pleasure" talking with her.
"Maybe I'll see you out tonight," she says.
4:37 pm: I meet the husband behind the pool near the stairwell out of earshot from his wife.
"You did good," he says. "You did good... But mind if I'm a straight-shooter with you?"
"Go ahead," I say.
"You are not the guy in the picture on the website," he says, looking livid. "I ordered a guy who was blond hair, blue eyes, and over 6'2. That's my wife's fantasy type of guy. You don't have blue eyes and you're the same height as me."
His sudden anger surprises me. Why didn't he say something when we first met in the lobby? I ask which agency he booked from, and he tells me a name that I'm unfamiliar with.
It was an easy puzzle to piece together. The company the husband used didn't have a male stripper in this area, so the agent for that company called my agent and asked him to provide a dancer for them. So my agent called me, and I agreed, unaware that this was a third-party show. In a way, the first agency outsourced this job to my agent and me, and lied to the husband just to collect his money. I'm pretty sure that most of the pictures of male strippers on their website are fake, and that they promise the customer everything and anything just to get money. Quite shitty on that agency's part.
I briefly explain the situation to the husband and vow to call my agent and let him know what's going on.
"Hey, it's nothing against you, man," he says. "I know you're trying your best."
04:38 pm: I'm still dressed for the swimming pool, but holding my khakis and polo shirt. The husband stares at my clothes with disapproval. He tells me that his wife likes a "certain style" of dress. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wad of cash, and hands me a hundred dollar bill.
"Go to Express, and buy the Rocco slim fit jeans, boot cut. They're on sale. I know that because I was in there today. Also get an athletic fit button-down shirt. That hundred should cover it for you. Trust me, I know what women like. Buy those clothes. My wife will love them."
I thank him. My choice in clothes will have little effect on the outcome with his wife, but if he wants to buy me new clothes, then I won't argue. Express is an expensive store too.
The husband tells me to meet him and his wife at a nearby club around 8 o'clock after I'm done shopping. Three hours is plenty of time.
4:40 pm: I leave the hotel to go shopping. Express is located at a shopping plaza 10 minutes away.
5:10 pm: Thanks to the husband's patronage, I buy the pair of pants and a shirt at Express. The total was $95.38.
5:25 pm: I go to a nearby restaurant and eat because I haven't eaten much all day. Steak kabob, potatoes, broccoli, and carrots.
6:10 pm: I find a store with WiFi. I use my Kindle Fire HD to update this post a bit. I also call my agent and tell him of the husband's complaint. My agent confirms that this gig was outsourced by another stripping agency. He says he'll call that agent and ask him about it.
I tell my agent that the husband gave me a hundred dollars to buy some clothes that his wife would like. We both laugh.
"Call me after this gig is done," he says. "I want to hear how this ends. This is some strange shit."
My agent has worked as a male stripper for longer than I have, and has been booking shows for almost a decade. Surprising him is no small feat. The nature of this gig has him on the edge of his seat.
7:30 pm: I head back to the hotel. The club is a short walk away.
8:00 pm: I arrive at the hotel and change into my new clothes the bathroom next to the fitness center. I brought toiletries along to freshen up. I brush my teeth too.
8:15 pm: I make it to the club a little late. It's a live music bar with a great view of the harbor and the beach. The husband and his wife is sitting near the stage. The husband is scanning the bar looking for me. I step into view so he can see me. He nods and then goes back to drinking with his wife.
8:19 pm: The husband gets up and walks away from the table. I meet him in the hallway near the bathroom. He tells me to go ahead and sit with his wife. He pulls out a phone and dials a number and turns away from me.
8:20 pm: I stroll through the bar casually. By sheer luck and coincidence, I stumble upon the wife's table. She's surprised to see me. She offers me a seat. We talk again. She grasps and squeezes my hand or pats my arm as we talk.
8:25 pm: After talking, I flirt with her some before leaving the table so her husband can return.
8:32 pm: Some guy in his late 30s to early 40s stumbles near me and flashes a lecherous grin.
"I see that hot blonde girl with the big boobs shot you down too," he says. "When I commented on her nice boobs, she told me that she was with her husband."
"I was going to hang out with her again," I tell the creep. If this guy only knew that her husband paid me to flirt with her...
8:50 pm: The husband gets up to go to the hallway again, holding the phone as though he had an importance call. I go out to meet him.
"Hey man, I don't think this is going to work," he says. "She's not feeling it, and she's ready to go sleep soon. She likes you and all, but I don't think she wants to take it to the next level. Sorry man, you're just not what I asked for. You're not her fantasy guy. I wanted a blond guy with blue eyes."
"It's all right," I assure him. "There aren't many other male strippers in this area though... Maybe like one or two besides me, and I they're not over 6'2."
In reality, I don't think that there is a male stripper out there who will be able fulfill his large grocery list of requirements, which included the following: Blond male at least 6'2 in height, but not too tall, blue eyes, nerdy, muscular, no piercings, no tattoos, clean shaven, short haircut, well groomed, intelligent, preferably in the computer tech/I.T. profession, confident but not arrogant, etc., etc.
Seriously, this guy has more requirements for a male stripper than just about every female customer I ever had.
The husband thanks me sincerely for trying. "Are we fair at just five-hundred dollars?"
"More than fair," I assure him. "You also gave me money for clothes."
"And they look nice too!" he laughs.
9:00 pm: The husband returns to the table with his wife. I approach them and talk to the wife first. The wife "formally" introduces me to her husband, because in her mind, we haven't met yet. After talking for a short time, I tell them that I am about to leave. They give me a warm-hearted good-bye.
9:20 pm: I make it to my car.
9:30 pm: I call my agent and tell him what happened.
"Yeah, these guys and their fetishes," he says. "I've done a few gigs like this. They usually don't end well, because the girl is not in on it. Sounds like this is what happened. That guy didn't hire you for his wife's benefit. He hired you because he has some fetish of seeing his wife with a certain type of guy."
"I don't understand the fetish of having another guy hook up with your girl," I tell the agent, "But it's job security for us."
So in the end, I have $500 and a new pair of clothes.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
$1,500 Gig
My agent threw me a curve ball today.
There is an upcoming gig this Thursday that doesn't follow the typical bachelorette party procedures. It's a birthday event for a lady and the customer is none other than the lady's husband. According to my agent, the husband wants me to take his wife on a "fantasy date."
The pay is supposedly going to be about 1,500 dollars, but I'm not getting my hopes up yet on its success. My last encounter with this kind of situation ended poorly---read 'Private Show for the Wife.'
The husband and his wife plan to celebrate her birthday this week at a beach resort, where I will meet them.
I called the husband to plan Thursday. He seems to be over fifty, possibly sixty. His wife is much younger than him, around forty. "She's still hot though," he said. "She's a fitness girl, works out all the time, has a stunning body, 5'4, weighs at 116 pounds, blonde, beautiful---you'll love her. She just feels like she's been going over the hill lately, so I want a younger guy to make her feel otherwise."
The initial plan was for me to meet the couple at a local club. I would approach the wife on the dance floor and try to pick up on her from there. If things go according to plan, I would spend more of the evening "showing" his wife a good time, possibly even going back to their hotel room and doing "whatever the wife wanted to do", according to the husband.
One problem though. The wife is not aware of any of this.
This plan could backfire in many ways. First, the wife might dance with me for a short while before moving on to something else, or may even reject my advance altogether. Second, if she knew her husband paid me to "show her a good time," then she may get pissed and call off the whole charade. Also, I saw a lot of difficulty in convincing her, a complete stranger, to spend the rest of the evening with me just from an approach on the dance floor where the music is too loud and the atmosphere is too crowded. Then, there was the issue of meeting the husband at the club for payment without the wife knowing.
The husband responded by saying that I could meet him at the hotel beforehand while the wife was laying out by the swimming pool. That gave me the idea for a new plan.
"How about this," I told him. "I can arrive at the hotel early and go to the swimming pool and strike up a conversation with your wife and go from there. I'll pretend that I'm also staying at the hotel on a business trip with nothing to do for the day. While I'm talking to her, you can come up and introduce yourself. After discovering that I'm in town alone, you can invite me out to dinner and the club with your wife. I'll ride along in the same vehicle as you guys. She'll feel a little more obligated to have me along then, and I'll have the whole night to spend with her."
"That sounds like a great plan!" he said. "Maybe we'll try that."
"Hopefully, she'll go along with it," I said.
"Oh, she will. I'm sure she will. You just show her a good time. I got everything else covered---your food, drinks. Afterwards, we can go back to the hotel room and you can do with her whatever she wants."
A unique gig, to say the least. Only Thursday will tell.
(Continued here: Part 2)
There is an upcoming gig this Thursday that doesn't follow the typical bachelorette party procedures. It's a birthday event for a lady and the customer is none other than the lady's husband. According to my agent, the husband wants me to take his wife on a "fantasy date."
The pay is supposedly going to be about 1,500 dollars, but I'm not getting my hopes up yet on its success. My last encounter with this kind of situation ended poorly---read 'Private Show for the Wife.'
The husband and his wife plan to celebrate her birthday this week at a beach resort, where I will meet them.
I called the husband to plan Thursday. He seems to be over fifty, possibly sixty. His wife is much younger than him, around forty. "She's still hot though," he said. "She's a fitness girl, works out all the time, has a stunning body, 5'4, weighs at 116 pounds, blonde, beautiful---you'll love her. She just feels like she's been going over the hill lately, so I want a younger guy to make her feel otherwise."
The initial plan was for me to meet the couple at a local club. I would approach the wife on the dance floor and try to pick up on her from there. If things go according to plan, I would spend more of the evening "showing" his wife a good time, possibly even going back to their hotel room and doing "whatever the wife wanted to do", according to the husband.
One problem though. The wife is not aware of any of this.
This plan could backfire in many ways. First, the wife might dance with me for a short while before moving on to something else, or may even reject my advance altogether. Second, if she knew her husband paid me to "show her a good time," then she may get pissed and call off the whole charade. Also, I saw a lot of difficulty in convincing her, a complete stranger, to spend the rest of the evening with me just from an approach on the dance floor where the music is too loud and the atmosphere is too crowded. Then, there was the issue of meeting the husband at the club for payment without the wife knowing.
The husband responded by saying that I could meet him at the hotel beforehand while the wife was laying out by the swimming pool. That gave me the idea for a new plan.
"How about this," I told him. "I can arrive at the hotel early and go to the swimming pool and strike up a conversation with your wife and go from there. I'll pretend that I'm also staying at the hotel on a business trip with nothing to do for the day. While I'm talking to her, you can come up and introduce yourself. After discovering that I'm in town alone, you can invite me out to dinner and the club with your wife. I'll ride along in the same vehicle as you guys. She'll feel a little more obligated to have me along then, and I'll have the whole night to spend with her."
"That sounds like a great plan!" he said. "Maybe we'll try that."
"Hopefully, she'll go along with it," I said.
"Oh, she will. I'm sure she will. You just show her a good time. I got everything else covered---your food, drinks. Afterwards, we can go back to the hotel room and you can do with her whatever she wants."
A unique gig, to say the least. Only Thursday will tell.
(Continued here: Part 2)
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