Party Log: Spring Break 2015 - Part Three

March 28, 2015

Bachelorette party in Orange Beach, Alabama. Seven girls.

This group got a little wild, had a lot of fun, and tipped me very well. No one took any pictures, so there’s nothing to share here.

One girl said something that stuck with me: “I thought this whole male stripper thing would be raunchy and distasteful, but it turned out MUCH better than I expected. We’re going to have to do this more often!”

Her words made me feel like I did a job well done.



April 4, 2015

Bachelorette party in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. At least a dozen girls.

The girls had a nice combination of being wild, fun, and sweet. In fact, they asked for my full name at the end of the show to write me a check for more money.

Their story is worth mentioning in a future book, and I don't think a simple blog post would do it justice. For now, here some pics from their party (shared with their permission):

Party Log: Spring Break 2015 - Part Two

Continued from Part One


March 14, 2015

Bachelorette party in Orange Beach, Alabama. Six girls.

This party set the standard for a "usual work day" as a male stripper. I performed, the girls had a good time, and nothing too crazy happened. Everyone left happy.

However, I did get a pic of their blowup doll:

The ladies put whip cream on him to simulated a cumshot, but added the lemon to his mouth after taking body shots from me, because they chased the shots by taking the lemon from my mouth. I was flattered.


March 15, 2015

Orange Beach, Alabama. Birthday party. 30 people at a luxurious bay condo.

Everyone here came from Moldova, which is in eastern Europe for those who are poor at geography. This party was much different than usual, and I attribute that to several factors, including cultural differences.

First off, the husbands were present. Some of them even pitched in money to pay for me, including the husband of the birthday girl. Second, their kids were there. I had to wait until 10 pm to show up, because they had to put the kids to bed first.

I showed up in my cop outfit and told the party they were being too loud, deceiving the birthday girl completely. As soon as I stripped, she became embarrassed even though she was very drunk. I couldn't imagine how she would've reacted if she were sober.

The cultural difference became evident when no one tipped. I didn't really mind. Everyone treated me well. Instead, it felt odd dancing for the birthday girl with thirty strangers watching. I also discovered why some of the married guys chipped in money. A few of them eyed me with hungrily, and one of the wives mentioned her husband was "bisexual."

Next, the little children woke up and began running through the living room. That was a first in my career. No one seemed to care. One girl carried a toddler into the living room, and he stared at me in awe. Maybe it's just me, but dancing in my underwear in front of a bunch of little children just didn't seem right. I decided to end it there, after working for only twenty minutes.

I donned on my cop outfit, posed for pictures, and went to my car. Before I drove off, I changed shirts, because I NEVER drive wearing the uniform. It was good timing too, because as soon as backed out of the driveway, the real cops arrived. An angry neighbor called the cops because the music was too loud. Such irony...


March 19, 2015

Biloxi, Mississippi. Bachelorette party.

Unfortunately, I had to turn this one down due to my real job. I asked my agent if the girls would postpone until Friday, but they couldn't because they were only in Biloxi for one night.

So far, this is the only show I turned down this year.

Party Log: Spring 2015 - Part One

Spring is here. At least it is in the deep South where it's warm enough to walk outside in a swimsuit during the day. Along with the warm weather comes tourists and bachelorette parties in droves. Some of the locals at the beaches hate them, but they bring their money into the local economy and spend it on things like male strippers (me!).

Below is a quick summary of some of the recent parties:

February 28, 2015

Three girls--very close friends, obviously--hired me for one of the smallest bachelorette parties of my career. In my experience, smaller groups tend to participate more... intimately. It's because the girls are the best of friends and lack the numerous clicks involved in larger crowds.

These girls were such great friends that two of them swapped their husbands with each other. They were in their mid-twenties, attractive, and well-off. People become kinkier with age, so I wonder what kind of crazy shit they'll do in their forties.

The carefree nature of this group put me on fire. I went completely nude and masturbated in front of them. Before I arrived, they played a game where they tossed inflatable rings on an inflatable penis. We simply switched the inflatable penis out with the real thing.

I wish every party played out like this. This ended up being one of my better performances. Here's a pic from the party:

March 7, 2015

A bachelorette party in Destin.

The customer who paid me looked exceptionally gorgeous. Her blonde hair flowed down her back. Breast implants nearly burst from her black one-piece dress that hugged her petite hourglass figure. She wore black thigh-high boots that nearly covered too much of her tanned legs. She told me that her husband used to be a male stripper. I didn't get a chance to ask her much about it, though.

This group acted more conservatively due to several mothers being present, but a few caressed the front bulge of my thong for fun. In the end, they cheerfully went along with my performance and tipped around two-hundred dollars. One of the mothers offered to give me an extra hundred dollars, but she drunkenly passed out in a chair before making good on her word.



March 13, 2015

Birthday party in a residential home.

This party marked the first time I dressed in a Superman outfit. The customer had no particular reason for the request other than she thought "it'd be cool."

Out of sheer coincidence, I own a Superman costume made out of latex. I bought it to wear for cosplay conventions such as Dragon Con or Comic Con. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to do so because of my work schedule, and inability to book a hotel room a year in advance. As a result, the costume sat in my closet in a bag for several years. This party somewhat justified my expensive purchase. Now if several more parties request Superman, the costume will earn enough to cover its cost.

For those who are curious, that's a tube of Apple-tini sticking up from the top. The birthday girl sucked it out after this picture was taken.

After the party, I quickly changed underwear. Latex clings tightly to your body like a second skin, and it compresses things (such as your cock and balls) more effectively than spandex compression shorts. Customers also have difficulty pulling it out to slip money inside. Luckily, the yellow belt I wore held money rather well, so that circumvented the tipping problem. Nonetheless, I DO NOT recommend that male strippers wear latex underwear for strip shows.

Party Log: June 27, 2014

Friday, June 27

Bachelorette party.

Orange Beach, Alabama.

7 girls.


My agent called me last Friday and asked if I wanted to do a last minute party for a group of Tennessee girls at 3 p.m. Unfortunately, I had a work meeting that afternoon and would be unavailable till later that night. He called them back, relayed that information, and rescheduled a show for 9 p.m.

"I told these girls you were in the military and had to work earlier," he said when he called me back. "They sound horny for you now."

I laughed. Based on his words, I could tell that this would be a great crowd. My call to the customer confirmed this assumption. Her name was Katrina, and she sounded ecstatic over the phone. "We're sooo looking forward to this!" she said. "This is for my sister, and she always wanted a male stripper."

"Have you ever had a male stripper before?" I asked. I needed to know, because male stripper virgins usually need a quick guide on what to do.

"Once," Katrina said. "For my bachelorette party a couple years ago. He was terrible. So terrible that it was funny! I ended up dancing for him. He didn't even know what he was doing. He said it was his first time stripping and all."

Now I knew that the bar was set really low. All I had to do was show up and pull off my normal routine, and these girls would be happy. "Can't believe his company sent him alone to his first party," I said.

I showed up in a cop uniform, as Katrina requested. Her little sister, the bride, bought into the charade. She thought that I was the actual police until I began taking my shirt off in front of her and dancing. She squealed in pleasant surprise. She loved my performance, but I had to regulate my physical interaction with her to a more tame level. She did not want to incur her future husband's wrath, according to her words.

The other girls were more receptive towards my perverted activities. Especially Katrina. I gave her a male stripper version of a lap dance, which involved rubbing my frontal bulge against her pussy. She said, "Wow, I think I suddenly feel very hot."

"And wet," I joked.

Everyone laughed. The other activities we did consisted of body shots and blindfolds. The girls played along flawlessly. I couldn't have asked for a better crowd. My performance had the King Midas touch where anything and everything I did was golden.

Once I was done, the girls commented about how much better I was than the last male stripper. Out of curiosity, I asked what he did.

"He just said that it was his first time," one girl said.

"Yeah, he just kept taking off clothes after clothes," Katrina said. "He was wearing layers of clothes. And he didn't have a good body or was good looking. I was very disappointed and wanted him to leave, but the other girls told me that he was expensive, so I had to tolerate him. So I was like ... fuck it ... I'll make the best of it, so I started dancing for him and all the other girls and made it into a good time.

"But we loved your performance, Dion! That was what I wanted out of a male stripper," Katrina said.

"Well, thank you. But it was your group that made it fun. You and your friends participated in all my activities and were enthusiastic about it all. That's what makes a good party. It's the male stripper and the audience meeting at the center, and your group met me more than halfway."

Everyone was flattered by my response, but it was the truth. Participation is key to any show. Imagine going to a rock concert where no one sings or claps along. The audience just sits there in silence listening passively to the music. In turn, their dullness affects the band on stage, preventing them from drawing any sense of motivation or energy. Crowd reactions make or break a show, whether it's a rock band, a comedian, or a male stripper.

Party Log: May 31, 2014

Birthday Party

Panama City Beach


The customer was a 16-year-old girl. I did not realize that even when I met her (my agent didn't know either). She looked like a college girl, and she was well-spoken enough to sound beyond her years. She was tall, nearly my height, blonde, a little sunburned, and her mannerisms displayed a well-to-do upbringing. I'll refer to her as "Jeanie" from here.

Jeanie's mother was turning 46 years old, and it was family tradition to have strange surprises for birthdays in Jeanie's family. Last year, the family got someone in a gorilla suit to burst into her mother's bedroom and pull her out of bed. This year, Jeanie was hiring me to strip for her. Fortunately, the mother's best friend was the one who paid for me and authorized Jeanie to find my company on the internet.

Another strange thing about this party was the location, which was Panama City Beach, right on the damn beach. That meant there were families lounging about, kids throwing footballs to each other, and swimmers in the water. Jeanie requested that I strip with all of those people in the background. I must admit, I felt a little hesitant to perform. How is Ma ad Pa going to explain to Little Johnny what that almost naked man was doing with those giggling women?

Jeanie and I talked about the whole public performance beforehand. She said that her family was there, including a girl who was 12 years old, so I needed to set the tone of my performance to a mild level like I was performing for an 85-year-old woman. That meant barring thongs, excessive grinding, and humping. Basically, she just wanted to "surprise" her mom. So I was to strip down to a full-back type of underwear that resembled a Speedo. I dressed in a t-shirt and regular surfboard shorts to give the impression that I was a normal beach goer. I also wore sunglasses because the beaches in Florida tend to be bright at this time of year.

A great location to strip if you're working on a tan.

When I arrived and met Jeanie, she pointed out where her mother was at the beach, sitting on a lawn chair next to her best friend under a blue umbrella. We formulated a plan on my reason for approaching her mother, which is required for any male stripper wanting to surprise a birthday girl or bachelorette. The approach itself is an art form. A male stripper cannot merely march up to someone out of the blue and start stripping. That lacks grace and ruins the suspense of the surprise.

So here was our plan: I would walk by the blue umbrella and lawn chairs where her mother was. Jeanie would stand near her mother and wave at me, and I would come up to talk to Jeanie like I was flirting with her. Jeanie would explain that we met earlier along the beach and talked. Then she would announce that it was her mother's birthday. Next, I would introduce the surprise birthday present and start stripping. Keep in mind that I still thought Jeanie was a college girl, otherwise I wouldn't have concocted a plan that I was trying to pick up on her.

Jeanie paid me and I took a walk along the beach. I walked past the blue umbrella where Jeanie and her family was, and Jeanie waved at me. I saw her mother and best friend lounging under the umbrella. Several very young girls--preteens to teens--hovered in the background watching me and smiling. Everything else went according to plan. I talked to Jeanie, then introduced myself to her mother. I had a cell phone hooked up to a mini-speaker, which I turned on to Nelly's "Hot in Here" once I announced the surprise birthday present.

The mother laughed and covered her face. The best friend jumped up and bolted, cackling like a gleeful demon whose diabolic plan succeeded. The other girls backed up, pulled out their cell phones, and took pictures. I set the cell phone and speaker down on the lounge chair next to the mother's leg because I didn't want beach sand getting all over them.

"Good idea," the mother said. "Let me set down my beer."

I pulled off my t-shirt, then dropped my board shirts, exposing my shimmering blue bikini-briefs. The girls in the background cheered. I saw in the distance several people stopping what they were doing to gawk. I climbed atop the mother to dance over her, slightly ducking to avoid hitting the underbelly of the umbrella with my head. After a few moments, the mother suggested I get her best friend.

I left the confines of the umbrella and walked toward the group of girls where the best friend was. She shook her head and said, "No, I'm the one who paid you. Go back and dance for the birthday lady!"

The mother then pointed to her 16-year-old daughter. She flashed a nervous smile and froze. I did not pursue, because she had the look on her face that she was about to piss herself. I decided to end the performance and suggested some group photos, which everyone happily agreed to do.

In the background, I noticed that our antics drew some attention. Many people were taking surreptitious glances at us, and I figured that me and girls made quite a spectacle. The sight of a muscular guy in a Speedo surrounded by a group of blonde girls posing with him seemed a little out of the ordinary.

I stayed about twenty minutes to talk to the mother and her best friend. That was when I discovered that Jeanie was 16 years old.

"Holy shit," I whispered to her mother. "I wouldn't have made that plan to flirt with your daughter had I known she was still in high school. I'm twice her age!"

"It's quite all right," she said, laughing. "You look really young and I was the one who told you to dance with her"

"Yeah, she had my permission to hire you so it's definitely okay in this case," the mother's best friend said.

The ladies offered me a drink from their cooler and asked me many questions about the job. I told them several stories, keeping all of them "PG" rated due to the presence of the teenagers and the 12-year-old girl. I shared the time I stripped on a movie set for Ambyr Childers in Bruce Willis's upcoming film, "Vice." The girls really liked that story, and asked me questions about the movie set, and if I met Bruce Willis. I also told them about the time I went to a birthday dressed as a cop, and a neighborhood boy came up to me wanting to file a police report for a stolen bicycle.

While I was talking to the two older ladies, I saw Jeanie out of the corner of my eye staring at me up and down. She couldn't see that I was looking at her because I was wearing sunglasses, otherwise she might not have been so obvious. Her hungry gaze went up and down my body, languishing on my muscles, and lingering the most on my crotch. When she did join in the conversation, I was under the impression that she had a crush on me.

Jeanie struck me as the Valedictorian type of girl who was prom-queen material. I wouldn't have been surprised if she wasn't one of the prettiest and most popular girl at her high school. She was the complete opposite of me when I was 16 years old. I was shorter back then and weighed 125 lbs. soak and wet. Not very many girls would give me a second glance. I heard more negative comments about myself than positive ones.

What was ironic is the fact that I could only fantasize about getting a girl like Jeanine when I was 16, but now at 32, I had Jeanine drooling over me like I emerged from the cover of a romance novel, and I'm too old for her.


Post script: I sent a text to my agent telling him that the girl who booked me was 16 years old. Here was his response: "Holy shit! That's a first for me and I've been doing this a long time."

Party Log: May 23, 2014

Gulf Shores, Alabama

8 girls

Bachelorette Party


This was one of them shows where most of the girls were runners, meaning that they ran away from me. It's difficult to have a performance when the audience disappears. Two girls were willing to participate, but they weren't enough to carry the show.

In a moment of rarity, the girls admitted that they made the show "lame," as they put it. They apologized about not being a "more lively group."

I didn't mind. They were nice. They tipped me well and gave me some penis candy, which is pictured here:

Dick N Dip

Party Log: May 17, 2014

Niceville, Florida

Stripping is usually fun for me, especially when the crowd is enthusiastic about my performance. This party of 10 girls were celebrating a 21st birthday party, and they had all the ingredients to make a great party recipe: wildness, participation, and enthusiasm. Even with everything going well, getting through this show proved excruciating for me. 

I worked 12 hours at my full-time job the night before, got off work, and napped for 3 hours before I had to wake up to prepare for this show. So when I arrived and gave the girls a show, I was exhausted. Usually I can flip on the "entertainer" switch inside of me and transform into a beam of energy guaranteed to grab the crowd's attention. This time, the batteries powering that beam were almost dead, and I only had about an hour's worth of performing time in me. 

These girls wanted it wild. They lined the birthday girl's mesh thong with dollar bills, leaving me to strip off her jean shorts to access them. I had this girl on the floor of the living room in her underwear, with her pussy visible through the purple mesh fabric. Her friends were screaming and cheering me on. The birthday girl was getting quite turned on by my antics. 

About 45 minutes later, I felt drained. I wanted to end the performance, but the girls wanted to continue, which is a good thing. I gave about 10 more minutes worth of everything I had. I gave over an hour's worth, which is what was expected of me, but I did not even come close to giving a 100% effort. I could tell that these girls wanted to take the performance a step further--perhaps nudity or something equally crazy--but I was done. 

Everyone seemed happy. I wasn't. Deep down, I knew I could have given a better show. I just wish they had booked me on a day where I wasn't so overworked, but I don't choose the customers' party dates for them. 

After getting done with the party, I head for my full-time job for another night of work, exhausted from stripping and with three hours of sleep. 

Party Log: May 9, 2014

Gulf Shores, Alabama

May 9, 2014

A grandma booked me for her granddaughter’s bachelorette party. The mother paid me. It was a family thing. The bride and her friends were all 21 years old and very inexperienced.

When I first stripped, the bride did not want any interaction with me whatsoever. She would not even tip a dollar bill into my thong. The rest of her friends were the same. Most of them were too hesitant to do anything with me, except one wild girl.

I wondered if their reluctance stemmed from the fact that the bride’s mother and father hovered in the background, trying to cheer them on. 

It took every ounce of effort and willpower on my part, plus my years of experience as a showman, to draw some of these girls out of their modest shells. The bride’s mother was calling all the girls “a bunch of chickens” and chiding them for not acting crazier. Even the father told the girls to “loosen up and relax.” By the end of the party, I managed to convince the bride to dance with me, slap my ass, and even take bills out of my thong with her teeth while wearing a blindfold. The bride even wanted to hire me for a future party, so I guess she was happy.

The highlight of the evening came after I finished my performance. The bride and her best friend asked if I stuffed a sock into my thong. I told them that I didn’t. Then, they asked if I used a penis pump on it to make it bigger. I chuckled at this because I never heard such a question before, even on my website. I then explained that it was only my dick inside my thong and that I take off my thong during some shows, so using a sock to give it a bigger illusion would make me look stupid.

“So you don’t pump up your penis at all?” the bride asked.

“Yeah, your penis is always like that?” her friend asked. “It’s not hard at all?”

“Nope. If it were hard, it’d be popping out for everyone to see.”

Then the mother drifted over to us and said in her thick Alabama accent, “Honey, just cause y’all’s men have small peckers doesn’t mean the male stripper has one.”

I lost all composure and broke into a fit of laughter.

What was even funnier was the fact that the girls did not object to the mother’s statement, or rushed to defend their men's manhood. They simply accepted it in silence.

Party Log: May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014

Cajun Bachelorette Party

The women here ranged from 20s all the way to 60s, and there were about a dozen of them or so. They rented a two-story condo on the beach. The customer requested a cop costume because the bride was going to marry a cop. Everyone was unsure how the bride was going to react to having a male stripper though, most predicting unfavorably. The customer warned me that the bride was “a bit of a prude.”

Well, those warnings proved false. When I started stripping for the bride, she became ecstatic. “My husband needs to do this with his cop uniform!” she shouted to her friends.

The women’s cheers were deafening. The sliding glass door to the back patio was open, giving a nice view of the beach. Several beach-goers could hear the commotion and looked over to see what was going on. I waved to them before someone shut the sliding door and closed the curtains over it.

During one point in my performance, I stopped and said, “Okay, I need a volunteer. One that is very vulgar, sexual, and ready for anything I have in mind.”

Quite a few women volunteered themselves: Daughters, mothers, friends.

I went up to the 60-year-old grandmother and said, “Thank you for volunteering, ma’am! I got a nice surprise for you!”

A mix of laughter and joyful roars drowned out the music. The crowd was happy with my choice. Even the grandmother wrapped her arms around me in jubilation.

I set her down on the floor and dry humped her in the missionary position. This caused everyone to laugh and take pictures as fast as their cameras could process the information. The grandmother even grabbed my ass to help. “I’m taking him home with me!” she announced.

“Watch out for this one,” I said, pointing at the grandmother. “She’s really kinky!”

Everyone roared. I was glad that this was a stand-alone condo on the beach. If these ladies had neighbors, then the real police would have shown up by now.

I made my rounds with everyone. When I was finished, one lady said, “Dion, this is our last day in Florida, and you were our highlight of the whole week!”

That made me feel good. I had as much fun as they did. In addition to a generous attitude, they gave me $210 in tips alone, totaling to $360 total from them. That last hour felt like fun, not work.

Party Log: May 3, 2014

May 3, 2014

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

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

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

These ladies tipped well.

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

Party Log: May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014

Blue Mountain Beach

I never stripped at Blue Mountain Beach until a week ago. Now I returned for the second time within a week. It was a typical bachelorette party staying at a beach condo, but with a spectacular view. The girls were partying on the outside deck that was facing the white sandy beach and the Gulf of Mexico. The sun had just set and the sky was fading into a dusky and pinkish red… And I ignored most of this view because I was too busy stripping down and dancing.

Two condos down, there was a wedding party full of families, friends, old people, and young. They must have spent a lot of money renting that condo to enjoy a wedding party with the lulling sound of crashing waves and the serene scenery. They did not expect a clear view of my ass in a thong, nor the sounds of women hooting and hollering from my antics. I’d look over at their deck and see a few people stop and gawk at us, their faces unreadable in shadowy silhouettes.

There were also people who walked along the beach. They, too, stopped and stared at the bachelorette party and male stripper combination in action. It was getting dark and I couldn’t see them very well, but I hope those people weren’t families out with their kids.

With the exception of the bachelorette party, everyone got a free show that day whether they wanted one or not.

Party Log: May 1, 2014

Thursday – May 1, 2014

My agent called me at the last minute to do a bachelorette party. The customer requested a black guy, but the black guy couldn’t do it because “he’s a fuckin moron” as my agent put it.

When I called the customer, and she discovered that I was not the original dancer, she became upset and didn’t even want to talk to me. Apparently I was the third dancer she talked to, and she was getting tired of the bait and switch, which was completely understandable. I got off the phone with her and thought that she was going to cancel, so I sent a message to my agent and figured that this show was a no-go.

A few hours later, my agent called me and said that the customer really wanted a stripper, and told her that I would put on a good show. He said that she seemed apologetic about being rude to me earlier, but wanted to have me. I must admit, I felt a little skeptical at this point because I expected her to be like a fire-breathing dragon looking for a reason to roast my performance. Nevertheless, I took the job with the intention of giving it 100%.  

The location of the party would be at a restaurant and bar along the beach. It was a popular place, and Claire and I even met a nice girl there back in 2012, whom we later took home. This time around, I would be stripping at the place instead of doing dinner and a threesome. The establishment had a large open area with a stage for live bands, a pool table, and plenty of tables and chairs. The bachelorette party changed their plans to arrive after midnight, and they told the bartender and staff about me.

Lucky for me, the bar was mostly empty after midnight. There were two guys shooting pool, and the rest of the occupants consisted of four females. Usually, I don’t like performing at public venues, especially with men in attendance. For some reason, men like to start trouble with male strippers, usually fights with a group of friends behind them for backup. I hoped that the two guys would leave, but they continued one game after another. They didn’t seem like trouble, but one can never tell. By the time the bachelorette party arrived, they were still there in process of starting a new round.

The party was a group of young and attractive black girls, who were from all over the United States. They traveled here for the sole purpose of their friend’s bachelorette party. The girl who set up the party was the sole white girl out of the bunch. She came up to me and guessed that I was the stripper immediately. We went around the corner outside where she paid me and talked about the routine. I told her that I would first give the guys at the pool table a courtesy warning about a male stripper being there. At least they’d have a chance to leave if they didn’t like it. The customer said that her friend would setup the music with the bartender in the meantime. The plans were simple, and we went back inside to initiate them.

First, I approached both men and told them that a male stripper was about to perform for the bachelorette party. They said that they were cool with it and didn’t mind. No problem. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, half a dozen male rednecks walked into the bar, seeming as boisterous as a bunch of hogs romping around in mud together. They were louder than the bachelorette party and they shuffled chairs out of their way as the waded towards the bartender in an aggressive manner. After ordering their drinks and talking to the bartender, they shuffled out of the bar in the hurry to go outside as if something better awaited them there.

I went to the bartender and asked him if it was okay to perform. Sometimes the customers tell me that they cleared things with the establishment, but I’ve been kicked out a time or two to know that it’s always better to double check. The bartender confirmed that I could perform. He even went through the trouble of warning the rednecks about me.

“They got excited at first because they heard the word ‘stripper,’” he said. “When I repeated ‘male stripper’ to them, they got their drinks and bolted for the door.”

One the girls at the party got permission to DJ, so she connected her phone to the P.A. She had a good selection of songs on her phone and started the music. She also had a microphone, announcing that it was the bride’s bachelorette and birthday party. I had to have that mic, so I went up on stage and asked her for it.

When performing, the microphone gives a lot of power. As soon as I spoke into it, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I asked the bride to come on stage. She emerged wearing a tight white dress and a tiara. A wad of folded dollar bills protruded from the top of her dress. “I heard that it was her birthday and bachelorette party, so I have a little surprise for her,” I said. Then I spoke to the bride, “Do you know what that is?”

The bride shook her head.

“Here,” I said into the mic, leading her to a chair. “Sit down and I’ll give it to you!”

The music blared over the speakers, and I started dancing in front of her. Her group of friends cheered. The ladies at the bar who were not part of the bachelorette party cheered. The two guys stopped playing pool to stare.

“If you want me to show her the surprise, then scream for me!” I shouted.

The crowd cheered in unison. I placed my hands on my hips, looked down at the floor, and shook my head, making an exaggerating show of how disappointed I was.

“That didn’t sound convincing. Let’s try that again. Scream for me!” I shouted.

The crowd’s roaring answer was more than satisfying. Even one of the guys playing pool added a loud whistle for audible effect.

Then I started dancing and unbuttoning my shirt. The bride gasped in delight and hollered. She pulled out a wad of dollar bills from her dress and began stuffing them in my pants. I jumped into a pushup position with my hands on the sides of her chair, and with each downward motion, I would retrieve the remaining dollar bills from the cleavage of her dress. I jumped back up and resumed dancing, shaking out of my pants, and exposing my black pleather thong to the crowd, who reacted with roaring approval (except the pool players).

I don’t remember much of the details of my dance, but I was on fire tonight. In fact, this was probably one of my top dance performances of the past few years. The girl who did the music playlist chose an amazing array of songs to dance to. I improvised my moves, but they flowed together like well-practiced choreography. I added a few bicep poses for comedic value. Some of the women came to me afterwards and commended my performance, even the ones who weren’t part of the bachelorette party. Perhaps it was the combination of the stage, the DJ’s choice of music, or the large crowd that riled me into action. I just know that I couldn’t have done better.

I drifted around from girl to girl until I danced with the entire bachelorette party, which numbered at least a dozen. I spoke into the microphone to announce a game of body shots with the bride. I walked the audience through the whole process, explaining that the bride needed to get on her knees and place her mouth on my abs while I poured a drink down my chest. She was not allowed to let any liquid escape. Of course, she did not succeed very well, but everyone laughed and cheered while watching it.

Last call (2:00am) caught everyone by surprise. I wrapped up the night with group photos. One of the guys playing pool and his girlfriend assisted by taking pictures. The bartender joked about me getting more tip money than him.

Before parting ways, the customer who gave me a hard time over the phone at first approached me for a photo with her. I posed with her by kissing her on the cheek for the camera. She gave me some extra money and said, “Thank you, Dion. I’m glad that the other dancers didn’t work out and we got you instead.”

I went in expecting a bad time. I came out feeling the euphoria of putting on a great performance. One can never truly tell how a performance will go.

More April Entries - Part 2

Friday – April 25, 2014

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Saturday, April 26

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

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

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Wednesday, April 30

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Summary of April

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

More April Entries

Saturday – April 5, 2014
50th Birthday Party
Santa Rosa Beach, FL

This was an exciting show for me. The birthday lady looked great for turning 50. She was tanned with hair the color of honey, and best of all, she really loved male strippers.

The whole party was a large family, consisting of 8 or 9 sisters and a niece, who was obviously the youngest. I couldn’t believe that such a large family could have only female siblings. Perhaps their father only produced sperm with X chromosomes, and he fired them at his wife over the years with ferocity. Anyway, the sisters celebrated an interesting tradition of getting a male stripper for every sister's 50th birthday in the family. They had done this several times already. For one of the sister’s birthday, they went to LaBare strip club in Houston, Texas. Another celebration took place in Las Vegas with the Chippendales. For this particular event, the birthday girl got me.

They birthday lady and a few sisters participated, touching me without shyness. The niece only watched and worked the music player, refusing to go near me despite the peer pressure from her aunts, but a few of the older ladies enjoyed me. Towards the end, we played a game where we blindfolded the birthday lady and had her take the money out of my thong with her teeth. She used her tongue as a guide, and instead of successfully finding any money, she deliberately lingered on the bulging area where my cock was. Her sisters giggled in the background.

These ladies sure knew how to make turning 50 fun. They could teach some sororities a thing or two about partying.

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Friday – April 11, 2014
Bachelorette Party
Destin, FL

My agent mistakenly booked me for this show. I was supposed to leave out of Tampa on a cruise the next day and planned on driving, not doing a show in Destin. My agent had already booked it though. I did not want to take it, but these girls would suffer without a male stripper otherwise, and it’s hard for me to turn down work. I took the show. Unfortunately, with all the last minute packing and pre-show prepping I had to do, it was no surprise that I ran thirty minutes late.

The customer was a little upset, and I don’t blame her. A limo was picking the party up after my performance, so my tardiness affected everyone there. She relaxed when I arrived.

The bachelorette was absolutely thrilled at having a male stripper, and she went along with every single one of my activities including taking a body shot off my abs or getting teabagged from me doing pushups above her face.

About a dozen girls in their early 20s were in attendance, and they were all stunning. If someone told me that they were all participating in a beauty pageant, then I would have believed it. Not to mention, they were a fun and friendly crowd.

A few of the girls organized a choreographed dance routine of their own and wanted me to join in.  So the end of my performance resulted in me learning the choreography and dancing in sync with the group. It was a lot of fun on my end.

After I finished, the customer came up to me and wanted to know why I was late.

“I have no excuse,” I admitted. “I screwed up.”

“Fair enough” she said. "So how did you manage that?"

I told her the situation about the cruise and my agent booking me when I was supposed to be leaving town. “Basically, I was late because I was doing a lot of last minute packing,” I said.

The customer smiled and said, “That’s a good excuse in my book. Now I can’t be mad at you.”

The limo arrived as the girls and I were walking out. The driver, a male in his 20s, opened the door to let the girls in. Several girls gave me hugs in front of him. One shouted from inside the limo, “You’re the best stripper ever, Dion!”

The limo driver stopped what he was doing and stared at me, just noticing me for the first time. I couldn’t see his face too well because it was dark, but I’m sure he wanted to switch jobs with me.

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Easter Weekend – April 19 & 20, 2014

I sent a text to my agent, letting him know that I was back in town and available for work this weekend. 

He wrote back, “The phones are dead. Everyone is with their families.”

I forgot it was Easter already...

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The customer who hired me for this show was a man. Before you get any strange ideas, he was hiring me for his wife and her friends, who were having a ladies’ night out of town. He wanted to surprise them all by sending a male stripper to their condo, which was a high-rise located in Orange Beach, Alabama. He had a very easygoing relationship with his wife, so he wanted her and her friends to enjoy a male stripper. He paid for the entire bill and even gave his wife a hundred dollars in cash to tip me.

“You’ll have a good time with those women,” he said to me over the phone.

The ladies were in their mid-30s to early 40s and were very attractive. Since I didn’t even speak to the wife before arriving, except through some brief text messages, I had to completely improvise my entrance. My ruse was pretending to be with the hotel management responding to a neighbor complaining about the noise levels.

When I arrived outside their room, the door was slightly ajar, and the music was very loud. I rang the
doorbell. With the exception of the customer’s wife, everyone there actually thought I was the hotel management.

I was confused though. This was just a ladies’ night out of town. There was no bride or birthday girl, so I wasn’t quite sure who to start stripping for first. I looked to the wife for help. She pointed at a blonde with perky breast implants. So I began my striptease.

The ladies loved it and cheered. Some grabbed my butt. A few of them ran their hands on my abs, commenting that it’s been a long time since they felt a man with abs. I did not do anything beyond dance with the women here. No bodyshots or excessive grinding. Everyone was content with simple dancing.

One lady, I’ll refer to her as Mrs. J, commented about how much money I must make per party.

I told her that a male stripper’s income depends on the seasonal demand, plus how professional the stripper is. I elaborated by saying that in the region I worked, bachelorette parties picked up during the spring and summer seasons. During the winter, worked was almost obsolete, so demand was low.

Mrs. J took an interest in what I had to say, because she held a high position at a company that focused on sales. We discussed sales back and forth, and I outlined how the male stripping industry works.

“You know,” Mrs. J said, putting her hand on my arm, “I have a hard time finding someone who is confident, understands customer service, and knows how to sell a product. You seem to have all those traits. How would you like to work for me? The pay is really good.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

“Well, let me leave you my cell and e-mail, and get back to me and we can discuss more,” she said.

The women invited me to party with them all night, but I had my next gig in Mobile scheduled in 30 minutes, and I was already running late. Little did I know that it would be one of the most unique gigs of my stripping career.

To be continued...

Highlights of March, 2014 - Part 3

Friday, March 28, 2014

Bachelorette Party

Approximately a dozen girls

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

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

Maid of Honor on Left; Bride on Right

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

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

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

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

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

Highlights of March, 2014 - Part 2

March 22, 2014

Orange Beach, Alabama

After my first party, I rode the elevator down to the lobby to meet the two girls from my second party. They paid me and we got on the elevator rode up together to their floor. It was strange. I felt like I was hopping from room to room, servicing the women of this condo.

Once we got to their floor, one of the girls told me that this was a quick strip only for the bachelorette, meaning I would ignore every other girl there. That was fine with me. Her group also requested the cop uniform. Usually, I wouldn't have done this, but they offered to sneak me inside their condo and into the laundry room where the bride wouldn't see me. From there, I could change and sneak back outside to knock on the door.

I changed and went back outside undetected, leaving my bag in the laundry room to change back into my normal clothes later.

I knocked on the door and pulled the noise complaint routine. I scolded the party and acted uptight like someone shoved a wooden pike up my ass and I had to carry it around all day. They other girls loved it. The bachelorette was horrified and asked what she could do to fix everything.

"Quit making so much damn noise!" I snarled at her.

Then the music started along with my dancing.

The bachelorette screamed in surprise, hugged me, felt my body, then looked at her friends in disbelief.

Like her friends said, I only needed to strip for a few minutes. It was a short performance. I went back to the laundry room to change, closing the door behind me. There was another door in the laundry room that lead to the main bedroom, and it was open, but I didn't think anyone would bother me.

I was wrong.

I saw a lone, tall blonde walking through the bedroom, drunkenly winding her way around furniture and the bed. She entered the laundry room and hugged me and told me that I did a great job back there. As she withdrew from her hug, her hands lingered on my abs just level with my belly button, and they were slowly going downward.

"I just wanted to tell you that you're really hot," she said in a seductive tone.

Before I could say anything, the girl who paid me knocked on the door and asked if I was dressed. I told her she could enter since I already had my pants on. The tall blonde quickly retracted her hands and took a step back. When the other girl entered, she was very surprised to see the tall blonde in the room with me alone.

There was the awkward exchange of glances between the two women. The tall blonde eventually backed away. I finished getting dressed and walked back out thank everyone.

I thought that was the end of seeing those girls.

On my way out, I stopped by one of the local clubs to see my networking possibilities. One of my booking agents sent me a whole box of his company cards. Since Gulf Shores, Alabama was a hot spot for bachelorette parties, I was toying with the idea of going into the club and passing out cards to random bachelorette parties.

I walked around for awhile. It was mainly a sausage fest. The only women there came with men. I stood around and watched one of the bands play. They weren't bad.

As I was about to leave, I noticed the tall blonde from earlier with a few of her friends. They saw me at the same time and waved at me. A few of them hugged me. When the tall blonde attempted to hug me, I felt a guy nudge me and say, "Hey, that's my girl!"

I turned and saw a shirtless guy standing face to face with me. He was swaying and his eyes were drooping and glazed over from drinking too much alcohol. "That's my girl," he repeated again, nudging me roughly.

I thought he was joking. First of all, he barely looked able to stand. Second, the tall blonde and her friends came all the way from Louisiana. I thought it was odd for a boyfriend to be present in another state, unless he followed her. His drunken stare of anger looked real though, so I said, "Relax man, I'm just saying 'hi' to everyone."

He was still angry, but my answer appeased him. I still thought he was some random drunk, so I asked the other girls if they knew him. They nodded. Then, I asked the tall blonde if the shirtless guy was her boyfriend. Even with the stage lighting, I could tell that her face flushed red with embarrassment. "Yeah," she said, looking at the ground. I was surprised, but then again, not really.

The boyfriend saw me talking to the tall blonde and got pissed off again. He got up in my face. For a second, I thought he was going to try to fight me. He gave me a menacing stare for a few long moments, or maybe he was thinking of something to say, and was so drunk that he didn't know how much time was passing. Or perhaps he really was planning on hitting me. I sized him up. From the looks of everything, I had the strength advantage. Not to mention, I was sober and he was so trashed that he was registering everything around him with at least a 2 second delay, so I would have had the advantages of speed and reaction time too.

Before he could think too much about what to do next, I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed, then said, "Are you okay? You barely look like you're able to stand. You gonna be all right?"

I maintained a firm grip on his shoulder for two reasons: A) I could easily redirect his movements and counter should he decide to strike me; B) To let him know that I was anything but intimidated by him.

My words of feigned concern demonstrated that I wasn't trying to be a threat either. I understood that his pride was hurt by the way his girlfriend hugged me. He nodded and said he was fine and turned away. If he only knew what she tried to do to me in the laundry room earlier that night. I didn't need a crystal ball to foresee a lot of conflicts between him and his girlfriend.

The band started a new song. It was a rock version of Ginuwine's Pony. A girl from the second party nudged me and said I should've stripped to this song.

A few minutes later, I noticed that the girls from my first party of the night were also at the club. When I started conversing with them, the jealous boyfriend nudged me again, but this time to introduce me to a girl he knew. I guess this was his way of a peace offering, or maybe she was a distraction or a decoy so I would leave his girlfriend alone, because he sauntered off with his girlfriend after that. I didn't know what to say to the new girl, and she was just as surprised and confused as I was, so I resumed talking to the girls from the first party.

I did not stay much longer, because I came here to find bachelorette parties and pass out business cards. Unfortunately, my prospects looked slim. My two bachelorette parties were the only ones there. There was no one else to advertise to.

On my way out, I saw the boyfriend sitting at a table with the tall blonde. They looked like they were having a serious discussion. Maybe it's just me, but I don't think that they were meant to be together.






#cheatinggirl, #bacheloretteparty

Highlights of March 2014 - Part 1

March 15, 2014

Gulf Shores, Alabama.

10 Women from Louisiana.

A petite Cajun girl hired me for her friend's bachelorette party. She wanted me to come dressed in a business suit with a bow tie. Unfortunately, the bachelorette came down with a virus the day before, so she was completely out of it, spending the day either sleeping or throwing up. Her friends barely were able to rouse her before I arrived.

I entered the condo to see a room of mostly sober women with an ill bachelorette in her pajamas. This was a first. I never had the girl, who was the center of attention, so sick that she could barely move! Nevertheless, I stripped and gave it my best. Despite being in her condition, the bachelorette perked up in surprise. She did not want to participate much, but requested that I dance for her friends instead. I was happy to oblige because I was afraid that she would puke on me. Also, I did not want to get what she had! Poor girl...

A few of her friends got a little wild with me. The Cajun girl got very drunk, and at one point, seemed like she wanted to make out with me. I refrained from doing so. Making out with a drunk girl in front of a sober crowd would result in big time drama that was best left avoided.

After finishing, the women gave me a round of applause and cheers for my performance. While I was getting dressed, I noticed printouts of half-naked men taped to the walls. The bachelorette explained that each girl printed out her favorite "stud" to tape to the wall, with her stud being several members of some new boy band that I never heard of (nor cared to even hear about). The boy band were teenagers, and the other women teased the bachelorette about being a pedophile.

Of course, one slender brunette tacked a picture of Channing Tatum in the living room. It was a shot from Magic Mike.

"Did you like the movie?" I asked her.

"It was horrible," the slender brunette replied. "But I love Channing Tatum though. I met him in person too!"

"Oh yeah?"

"It was on the setlist of Jumpstreet 22," she explained. "I'm going to be an extra in that movie."

I told her that I'll keep an eye out for her (plus I want to confirm).

Overall, this whole party had the setup for a disaster, but in the end, everyone had fun. The women said that the bachelorette being ill put a damper on their plans, and they thanked me for turning their night around.

"You're going to be the highlight of our trip," the bachelorette said as I was leaving.

Bless her heart. I hope she recovered by now.
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March 22, 2014

Orange Beach, Alabama. Two different bachelorette parties booked me at the same condo.

The first party requested a doctor, which was unique since no one ever wanted me to dress as a doctor before. The customer explained that one of the girls was going to fake a panic attack and have me show up to help her. Since I didn't have anything to resemble a doctor's outfit, I suggested that I show up as a firefighter responding to a medical call.

When I entered the condo, the girl who was pretending to have a panic attack was sprawled over the coffee table, crying hysterically. She was doing such a good job at it that I would have thought she had a legitimate problem had I not been in on the plan. I played along and pretended like I was trying to help her. She snatched her arm away and sat down, calling the bachelorette over. As soon as the bachelorette sat down to comfort her, the music started playing. The girl faking the panic attack began laughing and said to the bachelorette, "Haha! Gotcha bitch!"

I started to dance and strip.

The bachelorette's eyes widened, then she smiled in realization. "I hate you!" she said to the room. Then she looked at me in shock and said, "You are such a liar!"

My deceptive act did not bother her too bad since she put her hands on me and relaxed.

My routine went well. I focused primarily on the bachelorette, but made my rounds with a few of her friends and her sister. I elicited cheers from the crowd before I did something naughty, such as push my crotch into a random girl's face. The louder the cheers, the more decadent the act. The crowd loved it, and I had them screaming really loud.

The neighbors did not like it. Management came pounding on the door halfway through my performance.

After we were warned, I decided to play a more quiet game, so I suggested blindfolding the bachelorette and having her take the dollar bills out of my thong with her mouth. Her friend who faked the panic attack earlier assisted in this game by pushing the bachelorette's face into my cock repeatedly, only her actions did not help much at all. As a matter of fact, her friend seemed intent on steering the bachelorette's face towards my cock more than anything.

One this game was over, the girls demanded more. By this time, over an hour had passed, and I had already gone through my typical bag of tricks: strip, dance, dry-hump, pull dollar bills out of cleavage and panties with my mouth, and bodyshots. There was only so much I could do before my routine became repetitive and boring. I came up with the idea of having the girls blindfold me while I take dollars from the bachelorette. Everyone loved this idea. They decided to take it a step further.

They blindfolded me and the bachelorette left the room to change. I assumed that she was going to put on some sexy lingerie. I relaxed and reclined on the couch, unable to see anything. When the bachelorette came back, she climbed atop me. When I placed my hands around her waist, my suspicions were confirmed: She was definitely in lingerie.

I could not see a thing, but I grabbed dollar bills from her bra and the front of her thong. I almost missed and bumped directly into her pussy at one point. One bystander was disappointed about this. To my surprise, girl who faked the panic attack earlier filmed the whole incident and sent it to me. Here's the video:




The girls wanted me to get nude, but I was running late for my next party, which was unfortunate because things could have really gotten wild. However, customer service came first over my selfish needs. I owed the second party that degree of professionalism. As I wrapped up my act, the crowd told me that they were going out to the club later and invited me to come along after I was finished working. I told them that I would.

So I gathered my things and headed back to the lobby to meet the customers for the second party. At least I didn't have to go far.

To be continued...

Bachelorette Party In Perdido Key

Saturday - March 8, 2014

12 Girls

Costume:  GQ

A group of ladies from New Orleans came to party in Perdido Key and hired a male stripper for the first time. They had me on speaker phone when I spoke to them, and they sounded very nervous. I walked them through my routine. There was no special request for a costume, so I just wore my pleather pants, my black boots, and a dress shirt for my costume.

The performance went very well. All of the women were very beautiful and extremely friendly. When I straddled the bachelorette and cued her friends to cheer for me, they gave a deafening roar, which caused the bachelorette's face to flush a bright red. I took body shots from several girls, and several girls took body shots off of me. Everyone giggled in the background at the expense of whomever was the focus of my attention.

What I found touching was one girl going into her room so she could get more cash to tip me. Usually, a lot of private bachelorette parties have a predetermined tip amount to give the male stripper. Women seldom dig in their purses for extra money to give the stripper during these private shows. That's what guys do for female strippers. She gave me an extra $40, totaling out to over $120 in tips alone. Her gesture both surprised and touched me.

After my performance, I stayed and talked with everyone. They were curious about my profession. Not only did I pop their male stripper cherry, but they never had even met a male stripper before.

I left in an extremely good mood. If only all parties could go this well.

Clothespins

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Yesterday marked my first show of 2014, meaning that winter is over, at least where I'm at in the Deep South.

I had last minute birthday party of five girls, all military. I must say that I love military girls. Every single time I have a party of them, they participate with unabashed enthusiasm, treat me with adoration, and tip me generously. This time was no exception.

They were first timers, according to the customer, Stephanie. So I guided her through a sample routine of things to do with a male stripper. One of things I mentioned was to "pin" dollar bills on the birthday girl. I also suggested doing body shots and using strawberries as a prop too. Stephanie wanted me to show up as a cop and "scare" the birthday girl, Kate.

Everything went as planned. I showed up as a cop and entered a living room with every girl except Kate, who was hiding in the bedroom. She was terrified that she was in trouble. When I started berating everyone for being loud, she meekly apologized. She was still unaware that I was a stripper even when all of her friends laughed. She wore a round button pin on her dress that read "Birthday Girl." It rested just above her breast. I grabbed the pin, touching her breast, under the pretense of reading it. Kate did not object.

When I grabbed her shoulders and began dancing with her, she seemed astonished, and wondered aloud why a cop was dancing with her. Then realization hit her. She let out a brief shriek and said, "OH MY GOD! A STRIPPER!"

Her friends loved it. They cheered as I danced and stripped for Kate. She relaxed and embraced me, and fondled my muscles.

The other girls brought out wads of dollar bills... And clothespins.

Kate was confused. So was I. What were the clothespins for?

Stephanie said, "I got the clothespins you wanted." She picked up a clothespin and used it to pin a dollar to Kate's dress. The rest of her friends mimicked her. Soon, Kate had a lot of dollars tacked onto her, resembling ornaments on a Christmas tree.

I stifled a laughter and carried on with my routine. I gave Kate my male stripper version of a lapdance, which was placing her in the missionary position and humping her. While I did this, her dress slid up to her waste, exposing her mesh, yellow underwear. I put a strawberry in her mouth, and took it out, a brief kiss ensuing.

The rest of the crowd was very receptive and expressed great joy with my act. The girls continued to use clothespins, tacking dollar bills whoever's turn it was to interact with me.

I stopped the show for a bit, smiled, and kindly explained to Stephanie that I was metaphorically speaking when I suggested that she "pin" the dollar bills to someone. I never expected her to take it in the literal sense. Once I finished my explanation, everyone broke out into a loud fit of laughter.

"I guess y'all have a code word for a male stripper now," I said. "It's clothespins."

They loved that.

"I guess we'll have to get some clothespins for the next birthday party and keep it secret," Stephanie said. "Here Dion. Take one home as a souvenir to remember us by."

My customers had given me a lot of gifts over the years, such as penis straws, condoms, and flower leis. I smiled and accepted the clothespin, tucking it safely away into my police shirt pocket. A unique memento to remember them by.