Patricia's Trip To Vegas

Patricia, Sandy, and Lana

 

Note from Dion: Patricia contacted me asking if I wanted to read about her experience with a male stripper. Of course I do! I love hearing a woman's take on male strippers with uncensored honesty, and I'm sure other readers would too. Patricia was even generous to include a pic.

Here's Patricia:

About 3 weeks ago I went on a weekend trip to Las Vegas with a couple of friends (I'll call them "Sandy" and "Lana"). It was my first time in Vegas and we were there to celebrate Sandy's bachelorette party. Lana, being the maid-of-honor, did an amazing job planning the entire trip. She even did the research for our 2 full nights, finding a packaged deal for night club crawling and kept insisting that we go to a strip club while we were there (her reasoning was "We have to because it's Vegas!). Sandy and I were not interested however, when Lana found a place that wasn't full frontal (her words: "Relax, this strip tease is light... we won't see men with their dicks out"). Sandy and I agreed. 

When we arrived at the strip club we were swiftly escorted upstairs to where the male dancers were and it looked like what you would pretty much expect. It was dark, there were some flashing lights, a few shirtless men walking around, a guy dancing for a girl on stage. The 3 of us sat down at a table not too far and waited for 3 seats so we could sit closer to the stage. 

The previous night when we'd gone club crawling, Sandy wore a couple of the stereotypical bachelorette accessories: a pink, plastic tiara with a small veil and a pink sash with "bachelorette" written on it. This night however, Sandy gave the accessories for Lana to wear (Lana is single) because she didn't want to get any extra attention from the dancers.  Sandy starts off the night by buying a lap dance for Lana while the 2 of us watched and laughed. While Lana was receiving her dance one of the other dancers came up to me and offered me one. I politely declined and told him perhaps later since at that moment I was enjoying watching my friend receive her's. He replied sure, said that he hoped I enjoyed my time at the club, and then walked away.

After the lap dance for Lana was over a few women had moved away from the stage so we took their seats and enjoyed the view. A dancer came out in a lumber jack costume and was the only one who stripped down to some really short booty shorts instead of a thong. He quickly became our favorite and seemed to be the dancer that tried the least but received the most attention. 

While we watched Mr. Lumber Jack do his thing on stage with another bachelorette, another dancer hugged me from behind and, while cupping my breasts, said "You are so hot, I noticed you earlier and I'm not even one of the dancers, I'm actually a singer." He then proceeded to sing "I Can Show You the World" from the animated Disney movie "Aladdin." After announcing that he was just kidding he asked my 2 friends to pitch in for a dance for me. Sandy said no because she had used her cash on Lana to which I respond with "Ok, ok. I'll pay!" He asked me if I wanted the dance to be more private or out in the open for everyone to see. I laughed nervously and told him I didn't know so he just moved my chair a safe distance from the stage and began to dance.

I don't remember the entire lap dance I received because I found it to be both arousing and humorous. No offense, but I've never really been a fan of a man in a thong so when he had his ass turned to me I couldn't help but laugh. However, he had an AMAZING ass! Another reason why I laughed was probably out of shyness and embarrassment, Sandy took some pictures of both lap dances (mine and Lana's but pictures were almost immediately deleted) and in mine my face was super red.

During my lap dance the stripper mentioned several times that he thought I was "so hot" felt me up and told me he loved my breasts to which I responded with "Thanks!" in a somewhat arrogant tone (what else do you say when a stripper compliments your boobs?!) and keeps dancing. Then he asks me if I'm single, I reply yes, and he goes "it makes me really happy that you're single." While this is going on I'm simultaneously analyzing the situation, comparing it to experiences I've heard from my guy friends with female strippers, and assuming that these are the types of things that a male stripper can say during a lap dance to increase their chances of receiving more money. Also, the whole "I'm really glad you're single" comment made me think, "Is that dirty talk for women? Is that really what women like to hear?" (Just FYI, I studied psychology in college).

He finishes dancing for me, grabs my hand, pulls me into his arms, and goes "Would you like a private dance?" In the midst of all my giggling I managed to force out a no to which he replies "Oh, that's too bad! I'm really sad about that."

Afterwards I paid him the $20 for the dance and before he walks away he goes, "So how long are you in town?"

"Until tomorrow." I said.

"You want to hang out with me and my friends at the pool tomorrow?" He asks.

"Uh, sure. Can my friends come too?" I ask, pointing to both Sandy and Lana. 

"Sure, they're hot... Hey is this your phone?"

I tell him no, that the phone he pointed at wasn't mine and pulled mine out of my purse. He gives me his number, says his name is Noah (to which my first reaction was how that was a horrible stripper name), and tells me to send him a text with my name.

Sandy mentioned several times afterwards that Noah really, really liked me and the dance he gave me was much more provocative then what Lana received from the other dancer. In fact, she said there were a lot of times when my dance was almost "soft-core porn."

I don't remember if this happened before or after my lap dance, but I had been approached by a third stripper asking if I wanted a dance and I declined and apologized to which he politely replied, "No, that's ok. I hope you have a great time, ok?" His tone was so kind and sincere that it really surprised me. I had always thought male strippers were super cocky and douchey but even the ones I rejected a dance from where super nice and made it a point to tell me that they hoped I had a good time before walking away.

We only stayed a few minutes longer, our hour was up and our guide had arrived to escort us to 2 dance clubs but I walked out of that club thinking I was the shit! Ah ha ha ha! I didn't text Noah that night and spent my last day in Vegas with my 2 friends. 

Even before getting a male's stripper's number I, along with my 2 friends, had a blast at the strip club. Sandy was the only one of us who didn't get a dance but she said it was because she didn't feel comfortable receiving a dance when she was in a serious relationship. However, had she been single.... ;-)

The last thing I'll end my story with is that my first (but hopefully not last) experience with a male stripper turned out to be a positive one that completely changed my perception of it. I don't usually get hit on by men that attractive and to be hit on by one that meets a good number of attractive females that pay him to get dirty with them? Needless to say, I came back home with a much larger ego.

E-mails From Pam

Pamela has been reading my blog for awhile now and has been fantasizing about the idea of having just a one-on-one private party with a male stripper. She wrote about what she would like to do if I were her male dancer, and even sent me a few erotic pictures of herself. With her permission, I'm sharing the content of some of her e-mails with you, but she wanted to keep the pictures private.

Maybe one of you aspiring male dancers will get her as a client one day. It would be a very enjoyable show to say the least.

Without further ado, here are her messages:

Hello sexy Dion-

I hope you're doing well and that you enjoyed your Caribbean vacation!  Again, I've been enjoying your blog updates and the stories of your first few experiences stripping very much.  You are such an eloquent and descriptive writer!  You bring your experiences to life through your words and I'm thoroughly enjoying them.   I loved the latest photo you posted as well - one of the first shots taken of you.  MMMM what a gorgeous body..and the tease of the thong peeking out of your jeans definitely had my juices flowing.  I was fantasizing I lived in your area of the country and hired you for a private show mmm oh the things I'd let you do to me:)

I hope you're having a wonderful week and look forward to hearing from you and reading and seeing much more on your blog.

Kisses,
Pam

 The following e-mail:

Hi Dion-

What a lovely way to start my Sunday with a note from you;)  You definitely put a smile on my face and a warm tingly sensation between my legs when I read your stories and look at your sexy pictures.

MMMMMM and if I did hire you locally, I'd want you to write about it:)  It would turn me on to read your thoughts on our show...and knowing that others were reading about it and hopefully getting turned on, jealous, or both would be very exciting to me!!

Here's a little of what I imagine......I picture myself in a nice hotel property somewhere in your neck of the woods.  You come to my room and have selected one of your favorite stripper costumes that you know will tantalize me but is also one that makes you feel really hot and sexy.  I assume you do a cop most of the time?  That would be exciting, but really anything you selected would, I'm sure, be wonderful.  I'd be wearing a dress that is a bit low cut to show off my big tits.  They're hard to hide, but hopefully seeing them spilling out of my dress would be exciting for you as well.   What you wouldn't know (yet) is that I'm not wearing any panties under my dress.  I have stockings and a garter, but no panties, which makes me feel even more sexy and naughty:)  You'd place me where you wanted me and begin your show....I might be a little shy and breathless at first, but as you continue dancing and disrobing, my excitement and enjoyment would win out and I'd be a very active participant, applauding, cheering and tipping you generously.  My hands would reach out to touch your perfect body as you danced close to me, and I imagine you'd be touching me as well...getting more bold as the dance continues.  Your very full thong would be tantalizing me and I'd be dying to reach out and touch you....pull that thong off so I can see your beautiful cock.  I'm sure it's as perfect as the rest of you....but I'd refrain. Under my skirt, my juices would be flowing liberally by now....and a very naughty thought would pop into my head.  As you danced away, with your back to me so I can marvel at your gorgeous ass, I'd pull my skirt up around my waist.  You'd turn around and see me, legs spread wide, my pussy fully exposed to you, rubbing my clit and fingering my juicy pussy.  MMMMMM see what you do to me?  I'd say as I continue to finger myself

mmmmmm  now I've got myself very turned on mmmm  and i can imagine a lot more from there ohhhh

I hope you have a lovely Sunday Dion.  I look foward to hearing more from you.

Kisses,

Pam

 

Selena's Male Strip Club Experience

Below is an e-mail from Selena. She recently attended a male strip club and shared her experience with me. Upon request, Selena was kind enough to share her story along with a photo of herself (as long as the face remains obscured). You have heard my perspective many times here already. Now you can read about a female's perspective of a male stripper(s) in action:

Good evening,

I stumbled upon your blog after searching for "true male stripper stories" or something of that sort.  I've become infatuated with the phenomenon of male stripping as of late. I'm getting the impression that it's so much more sociologically complex than female stripping - or perhaps just far less "studied" in the cultural sense. 

I'm a female, 34, single, single mom, school teacher.  Never been married, never particularly fond of the idea.  I'd only ever been to female strip clubs until last Friday. 

My sister, knowing how fond I had inextricably fond I'd become of the the movie "Magic Mike" (I've always been more or a Scorsese girl myself...) asked me to accompany her and a friend to our local strip joint.
 
The thing that immediately struck me was how much more we as women were able to get away with in this establishment.  I'd been to some seedy strip female strip joints with male friends but I'd never seen a male rub a woman through her panties while she was on stage. At this male strip club, things were much different. A male stripper, who I'll refer to as "Fly Guy" came up to me, and I stuck a dollar in his pants. He proceeded to grab my wrist, insert in into his fly and press it firmly against his semi. Well, that was a delightfully abrupt introduction to the rules.

I went back on Wednesday, but this time, I dressed up in my knee high boots and a mid-length skirt with my nice little cleavage on display.  If I was going to play "sex", I may as well dress sexy.  I was a bit out of place - there were only a handful of patrons.  I went around tipping just about all of the guys, getting as many "samples" of action as I could.  Hell of a good time.  

A self-shot of Selena in her outfit.

I saw the guy from the first time, the Fly Guy on the main stage.  He was at it again, keeping those pants on to obscure the obvious groping and whatever else he may be hiding.  I went for it full throttle this time, stroking it and looking up at that body, damn.  He proceeded to grope my tits through my clothing, and then pulled me toward him, grabbed by ass, and said "I want some of this later, okay?"  I nodded.
I continued with my night, this fantasy of whoring around with a half-dozen men, walking from stage to stage - grabhing whatever I could carry :-)

I had this thought in the back of my mind - would that Fly Guy actually fuck?   

On my way out, I was, for lack of a better word, accosted by another dancer, begging me to buy a dance.  "You know my name, right?" he boasted.  I was like, "No, I have to go home... I have to get up for work in the morning. You know, like this is your job?  I have a job, and I have to get up at 6:30".
He somehow got me back into the place, in this dark corner, just talking total bullshit about how he was in love with his 2nd grade teacher, blah blah blah, just a bunch of DUMB.  He insisted that I put his cell number in my phone and suggested I title it "Guillermo my stripper man". Then he proceeded to try humping me, said I was getting "a free sample" and flipped me over to get me to grind him.
I didn't want a dance!  I finally, literally weaved my way out of his limbs and he whined a bit.  I just shouted, "I'll be back another night!"

I wasn't pissed, but it was irritating. Obviously, a physically fine man, but...
I'm going to keep going to the club, it's too much of an adrenaline rush not too.  I don't think I'd ever fuck any of these men, even if I were able to, because I think it would ruin the illusion. 

I do want to keep going in to stuff dollars down "fly guys" pants and have him insinuate other things... but I don't ever feel I'd act upon them.  And that is why it's so damn fun, I think - crisscrossing that line, knowing at any second you might just let yourself get into a little bit more than you can handle, but pulling out just in time.  
So, that's my male strip club patron story.  I'm going to see how things change as I become more familiar with the club, the men, and the scene in general.

What was the deal with that guy accosting me as I left?  And do male strippers in the club ever get "some of that later", or is that part of the tease?

Thank you for your blog.  It's nice to know that male strippers aren't all meathead dumb-dumbs :-)  Male stripping seems like the most perfect occupation on earth, I'm strangely jealous of that.

Thanks,
Selena 

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