Stripper's Log: 4/28/11

Me with a girl from last night.

My agent called me yesterday to do a last-minute party in Alabama last night. It was an ordinary bachelorette party with about eight girls.

Several unique things occurred though. First, the girls were cautious and suspicious that I was going to take their money and run. When I go to parties, my agents stress that I always collect the money before performing. If I don't do this, then that allows the possibility of missing out on pay. The girls last night had never booked a stripper before, so they didn't know what to expect, so I don't blame them for thinking that a complete stranger would take their money. Still though, wouldn't even the most crooked of men take delight in stripping for a room full of girls?

Next, the girls indulged themselves with jello shots and whipped cream, licking it off my body. I also licked whipped cream from several belly-buttons, thighs, and breasts. In the picture above, I licked a lot of whipped cream from between that blonde's breast (they were implants and I must say that they felt very nice!). I mention jello shots and whipped cream because I usually pull out dollars from girls. This party felt comfortable enough to start with whipped cream. Not every party does this.

Last, I shoved my cock into a few faces. While this is common, one girl opened her mouth to allow the "bulge" of my thong to enter. I guess that's fairly common too...

Overall, the party was fun. The pay was a little on the low end. I can't complain though, because I'd rather take less pay and have fun, rather than go to a horrible party for more money. I have another show booked for tomorrow, so I'll write about that next.

Stripper's Log: Saturday, April 9th, 2011

I had to strip at a birthday party that took place at a bar last weekend. When my agent told me that the location was a bar, I became weary because I hate stripping at bars. Bars have mixed crowds that don't even belong to the party, and sometimes these crowds interfere with my work. My concerns grew when I called the bar owner and discovered that it was a "redneck" type of bar. I had several unpleasant encounters in redneck bars in the past, some that almost resulted in fights or getting ambushed by multiple angry and jealous men. These guys usually don't take kindly to strangers coming in and stripping in front of their ladies.

When I contacted the bar owner before arrival, she assured me that she and her employees would throw out anyone acting "out of line." She also told me that I was stripping outside on the deck, whereas most of the of the patrons would be inside. This news gave me a little relief.

Next, I contacted the guy who hired me. That's right, it was a guy. Sometimes, not very often, men hire me for women. I arrived at the bar and met the customer who hired me. His name was Jim and he looked like a typical Southern, blue-collared "good ole' boy." He was tall, stout, and said he bounced at many bars. And he was gay. He told me, even though I knew from the rainbow bracelet he wore. He paid me and showed me to the deck. It was a wooden deck, with chairs, tables, and a lot of trees and flowers nearby. A row of high hedges and a wooden privacy fence surrounded the area around the deck so no one in the parking lot could see into the enclosure. The bar owner draped the back door with a curtain so no one inside could see out. These precautions were good, but nothing would stop a curious customer from coming outside if they wanted to.

Soon, the party members trickled out toward the deck from inside. It was a typical performance. I stripped, received money, and danced some more. There was nothing worth mentioning.

Unfortunately, some smokers wandered outside onto the deck and saw the tail-end of my performance. They were two guys and three girls---very country and very drunk. After I finished up my performance, the whole party went inside while I was getting dressed. One of the smokers, your typical redneck guy, came up to me with a ten-dollar bill, insisting that I perform a show for the three girls who were with him. He wanted me to "slap them in the face" with my cock. He and his drunken friend sat them into chairs on the deck. One of the girls got up and ran inside, leaving only two girls left. Usually, I wouldn't strip for another party if I'm already working one, but everyone from the party except Jim went inside the bar. Jim shrugged and said, "That's all you, man." I looked up at the drunken guy and said that I would do a short dance for them, but nothing more. He nodded and handed one of the girls the ten-dollar bill.

It wasn't a dance really. I approached the girls. They stared at my package. I turned around, and showed them my ass. They caressed my ass and my thighs. I turned back around and one of the girls placed the bill into the front of my thong. The girls complimented me in various ways and touched me a bit more. I thanked them and returned to the original party to collect my clothes.

As I slipped into my clothes, I overheard the two females talking with the rest of the smokers, praising me. The guy who paid me didn't take this news very well, because the next thing he did was pull off his shirt and puff out his chest. "He ain't got shit on me," he yelled. He looked over at me and glared, his jaw clenched shut. His two female friends said nothing. His other friend, a tall man wearing a camo shirt, gave me an icy stare. Jim shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Sounds like someone is insecure," he said.

"I wonder why he even bothered paying me when he's gonna get pissed off about it," I said.

It was time to go. The last thing I wanted was a bar fight. Jim offered to walk me to the car. "I'll whoop their ass if they try anything. I got yer back, man."

The two men were blocking the exit, but they moved aside when Jim and I approached. One of the girls said "bye" to me, which caused the shirtless guy to give me a murderous look. I turned and widened my stance, waiting for an attack. However, Jim cut in and warned him that he needed to put his shirt back on unless he wanted to get "kicked out." I made it to my car without a fight.

Once we were at my car, Jim pulled out his wallet and gave me an extra fifty dollars. "I promised yer agent that I'd give you fifty bucks for drivin' out here in the boonies," he said.

I thanked Jim for the money and walking me to my car.

"No problem, man," he said. "I figured those guys would give ya shit. I get shit from guys like that fer bein' gay, but the thing about us gay rednecks is that we'll whoop their ass."

I laughed. Jim said that I did a good job and he would call me for the next time one of his girlfriends needed a stripper. "Definitely won't be at a bar," he said, watching a drunk guy pissing on a pickup truck.

Overall, the bar experience this last weekend wasn't so bad, but my opinion remains the same: I hate stripping at bars. Private parties are much more relaxed and safe.

Male Stripper Requirements

Many people ask me how to get into male stripping. The process is rather easy, but the requirements are not.

In order to get into male stripping, you will first need an agent to book shows for you. It's possible to act as your own agent, but unless you're a veteran at networking and advertising for a large customer base, you're not going to get very far. The best way to reach agents is to do an online search for those companies who book strippers. You can also check around your local sex/lingerie stores since they sometimes offer strippers for private parties as well. I have done both with mixed success in each.

Once you contact an agent or business, they will ask you if have the following:

- Previous stripping experience
- Your own vehicle
- Cell phone
- GPS or good map-reading and navigation skills
- costumes
- Music
- Recent professional pictures

Previous stripping experience helps out a lot. Because of my extensive experience, I can easily get a job anywhere. However, since most of you are interested in how to get into stripping in the first place, you probably don't have any experience. So the agent will ask you for professional pictures which includes headshots and body shots. If the agent deems you good-looking enough, then you can go on to the next step.

The agent may ask you several questions to get a clue about your personality. Some people just don't have the personality for this job. If you have bad interpersonal skills or think that you're the hottest son-of-a-bitch ever born, then this job isn't for you. Most complaints that agents receive about male strippers come from personality-related problems than anything else. Professionalism is a huge key to success with this job.

You will also need costumes, or be in the process of getting costumes because many parties request costumes. If you don't have any costumes, then it's still possible to get some work. Yet if any girls request a cop costume and you don't have one, then another male stripper who owns the required costume will get the gig (and the money).

The next process involves "training." Most agents will have you tag along with a veteran male stripper to learn the ropes. This is what I had to when I first started. Basically, you go with another male stripper to one of his gigs, watch him perform in front of the ladies, then join in and perform as well. If you don't freeze up and back down, then you'll be eligible to work on your own.

Once you start working on your own, your agent will still evaluate you. After your first few performances, your agent will contact the customer who booked the party and asked how your performance was. If the customers say that you were horrible, then you're not going to get anymore work. If the customers love you, then you have just put your foot in the door.

Your personality and interactions with the women at these parties determine your success. Punctuality, politeness, modesty and consideration are key to earning extra money and keeping your job. If you're late, rude, obnoxious, and act like you're the biggest stud in town, then chances are that the women will dislike you enough to complain, and complaining gets your fired.

In my eight years of working this job on and off, I have never received any complaints on my performance. Several women had called my agent and praised me. Also, building a good rapport with your agent will help you get more work as well. Overall, a lot of men want to become male strippers for the attention, the money, and the easy sex, but this is not a job for everyone. And like every job, it has its negative sides. Still, this is one of the most enjoyable and enlightening jobs that I had ever experienced, and I have no regrets with it.

Plenty of Singles

Most single men would disagree with me, but there are a lot of beautiful, single, and horny women out there. I meet them all the time, and last Saturday on March 19th of 2011 was no exception.

It was a bachelorette party in Foley, Alabama. There were ten girls, and at least half of them were single.

My routine was typical enough; I stripped, pulled money out of bras with my mouth, and nudged a few faces with my "bulge." Their reactions and comments were unique though:

"I'm glad I shaved my legs beforehand." - While I was pulling money from between her legs and up her skirt.

"Good thing I put on deodorant," another said.

"It's been a long time since a penis touched me." - An attractive girl commented while I continuously buried my crotch into her face as I did push-ups.

One attractive red-haired girl squealed when I kissed and licked her neck while I was attempting to extricate a dollar from the loop of her earring. The whole room laughed. "That's her sweet spot," one of the other girls said, replacing her earring loop with another dollar bill. "Now do it again."

After my performance, I stayed and talked with the girls. They joked and asked if I offered "any other services," because some of them had been single for awhile. I couldn't see why, because they were all attractive for the most part.

March 5th Party

Last Saturday my agent called me around 7 P.M. to do a last minute party that was supposed to take place at 11 P.M. Four hours to do the preparations for a party, which included shaving, showering, making yourself smell good, along with commuting to the party doesn't really give you much time, especially if you're already in the middle of doing something. I was in the middle of helping my mom with moving some stuff around her house when I received the call. Sometimes this job can really ruin your weekend plans. Basically, a group of Georgians came down to the Gulf Coast to celebrate a bachelorette party for a girl named Joy (not real name). These girls wanted me dressed as a cowboy and they were promising me at least a fifty dollar tip on top of my base pay.

This party was taking place at a beach condo. I arrived at there in my cowboy getup: cowboy hat, black, knee-high boots, loose jeans (so I could pull them off easily), and my black and white button-up cowboy shirt. I saw eight girls as I stepped in, ranging from mid-20's to mid-40's in age. The bachelorette stood out from her friends, because she had the usual white veil on her auburn hair, and she was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. She stood taller than me with a sturdy build that gave her an amazon appearance. She stiffened at my approach.

As I stripped, the bachelorette and her younger friends warmed up to me. The older women were content to just watch. One of her younger friends, a tanned and attractive brunette with greenish-yellow eyes, buried money deep inside her bras for me to fish out with my mouth. I pulled down her shirt and bra to expose the dollar bills and licked her nipples before extricating the money. She moaned and thrust her hips against me. Next, I went to a tall and tanned blonde and placed her on the ground, shoving my the bulge of my thong against her face. She opened her mouth and placed her lips around the end of my bulge. I could feel her tongue caressing me. She pulled away and laughed as her friends started snapping a lot of pictures. I rotated her body around so I could place my crotch against hers. She began bucking her hips as well.

"I can put my legs behind my head," she said.

"Really?" I said. "I'd love to see that."

She showed me, bending her legs upward behind her head and using her arms to hold her legs in place--like a contortionist. I was impressed...and horny from seeing it at the same time.

I alternated amongst the girls until everyone had a turn, some girls getting more or less attention than others. For the finale, I placed the bachelorette on the floor and told the other girls to place money on her. They buried money into her bra, her buttcrack, in the open zipper on the front of her jeans, and the bachelorette took a twenty-dollar bill and stuffed it deep into the crotch of her pants. "You're really gonna have to go deep to get that one," she said.

I pulled out all the dollars, saving the twenty-dollar bill in her crotch for last. I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down a little. She was not wearing underwear, and I still couldn't see the twenty-dollar bill. I did see her hairy bush, untrimmed and wild. I almost gagged. "I can't go down that far now," I said, hoping that she wouldn't push the issue.

Lucky for me, one of her friends came to the rescue. "Joy, there are boundaries, remember? You're about to be married soon."

Joy sighed and said, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." She reached deep into her crotch, pulled out the twenty, and handed it to me. I got dressed as soon after.

The girls insisted that I stay and hang out. The bachelorette invited me to stay the night, but her friend reminded her of "boundaries" again. I politely declined, but the flexible cute blonded invited me out as well, and she said that I could stay the night if I didn't want to drive home. In my experience, that offer almost guarantees sex. However, I declined. I had errands to run the next day. Had I been in my early 20's again, I would've stayed and fucked for as long as possible. I guess my priorities have changed now that I am 30.

I had a great time though. These girls gave me over $200 in tips. This party makes me look forward to the rest of what spring break has to offer.