Two Christmas Parties

Saturday, December 21, 2013

It's rare for me to get any work during the holiday season. Most people plan on spending time with their families instead of strippers. In fact, I don't believe I had any stripping gigs since October. I've been extremely busy anyway with my regular work and starting my own business. I work an average of 55 to 60 hours a week

I was very surprised when I got two parties for Saturday night relatively close to each other.

The first party was in Mobile, Alabama. The customer who hired me was male, and I was to meet him at his automotive shop to get paid, then go across the street to a restaurant to strip for a lady at a private Christmas party. My impression was that this was a possible swinger type situation.

It wasn't.

The lady in question was the owner of the restaurant, and the man who hired me just wanted to play a surprise joke on her. I would show up in a cop outfit and strip for her and the other ladies there.

Once I arrived in the restaurant, I noticed that it was a mixed crowd of men and women, both young and old. Mostly old though. I found the owner right away. I stripped a little for her, taking off my police shirt and gun belt, which she found overwhelming. In fact, I did not even get my pants off before she giggled and said, "I had enough! Thank you!"

A friend of hers told me to show the owner my ass, so I faced my ass towards the owner and dropped my pants slightly.

"No, you don't need to show me... Oh, you have a nice ass!" she said.

I did not proceed anymore. I danced with two other ladies for less than a minute each, and that was the extent of my performance. The guy who hired me did not even show up, and no one else was expecting me, so I gathered my things to leave.

The owner offered me food and drink as I was walking out the door. I thanked everyone and left. I was there for no longer than fifteen minutes. Very little work and easy money.

The next show was another Christmas party in Foley, Alabama. The party took place in a large suburban home in a upper-middle class subdivision. I reused my police costume.

The customer met me outside to pay me, and we went over the details. Basically, I would go up to the door and say that the neighbors complained about all of the cars parked on the street, making it difficult for traffic to pass through. It was a simple ruse, but I was there to strip, not elaborate on made-up police matters.

Before the customer left to go back inside, she said, "By the way, just make your routine short and sweet. A lot of girls here probably don't want anything too vulgar. You only need to stay for ten minutes or so."

Great. Another easy one.

As planned, I rang the doorbell, the customer answered, and invited me inside so I could inform everyone of the violation. While announcing the parking complaint to the living room full of women, I took time to study the crowd. There were about fifteen ladies in attendance, all between ages twenty to forty. There was also no particular lady to strip for. No birthday girl and no bachelorette.

It did not take me long to decide on who to strip for first.

While I berated the crowd, one lady leaned forward and tried to pull my pants down. Another ran up to me, turned around, and thrust her ass towards my crotch. I thought a lot of the girls here wouldn't want anything too vulgar.

Well, some of them did and some of them did not. The ones who did not want to participate ran outside where they stayed for the remainder of my performance. One lady ran and hid in the bathroom. The ones who stayed exhibited traits on the opposite end of the spectrum.

The living room had a large "L" shaped couch where the remaining ladies sat. They took turns pawing at me. One older lady took a peek as she tipped me, pulling my thong far enough out to look in. After she snapped it back into place, she rubbed my crotch. She explained that she was into BDSM and asked me if I wanted to be her "sub."

"Sure," I replied to humor her.

I laid a lady with olive complexion down on the floor and pressed my crotch into her face as I fished dollar bills from her pants. She laughed and grabbed my ass and squeezed my cheeks.

The next lady I interacted with had a velvet Santa robe on. She came up with the idea to dress me in the velvet Santa robe and have me sit in a chair so the other women can sit on my lap and pose for pictures with me. I spent the rest of the performance posing for pictures with the ladies taking turns to sit in my lap.

I concluded the show after that. The customer who hired me fixed me a plate of food to take home. The lady into BDSM approached me and asked if I do "private one-on-one" shows.

"Um, sure," I said. "What do you have in mind?"
She grinned. "Oh, a lot of things, dear."

I gave her my number and told her to contact me. She hugged me and kissed me on the lips.

That party was very short and sweet just like the first one was. I wish all work nights were this easy.

When the evening was all done, I arrived home and counted my money. I made over $400 from both shows combined. Earning that amount of money made me question why I even started my own business in the first place. At my business I can work all day and not even earn $100, and all of that money would go into paying rent, utility, and general upkeep of the business--not into my pocket. The only thing I needed to pay for with my stripper money was gas and the occasional car maintenance.

Perhaps stripping is my niche in life.

Video from "A Strange Coincidence"

For the full story, click here: http://malestripping.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-strange-coincidence.html

I Wanna Be A Male Stripper! (Part 1)

On average, I get about a dozen e-mails a week from guys who want to get into this industry. Because so many of the e-mails are similar in nature, I decided to share them in an effort to answer any future questions that you aspiring male strippers out there might have.

The first e-mail is by Andres:

Hello Dion,
Thank you for your willingness to help answer questions. I am 25, 5'11, hispanic male, currently 151 lbs, slim body with good definition.
My questions to you are:
What would you recommend would be an ideal body weight?
Is there such thing as skinny male strippers? What is their success rate?
What is some advice you would give to first time strippers?
Where did you resort to for dance moves? Do you have an online link you recommend?
Do you shave or wax?
How many costumes do I need? Do you have a website you would recommend?
What are strip clubs looking for when hiring male strippers?
Is a dick pump necessary?
How was your first stripping experience at a club?
Thanks

Dear Andres: 

I suggest that you gain about twenty pounds of muscle. That alone will not get you work though. I have not taken in other factors such as your looks, charisma, professionalism, common sense, and personality. But being too skinny can be a problem because your competition may be a guy who is 5'11 and 195 lbs. with good definition. He's going to get the work. You're not.

There are skinny male strippers though. Once again, think of the competition. You may get the job, but the girls will most likely pick the guy who looks like he weighs a bit more than the average girl at the party.

I don't really have any recommendations for dance moves. It's all about your own style really. Just as comedians have to make their own jokes, male strippers have to make their own routines.

I shave. Never wax. I did that once and got so many ingrown hairs from it.

As far as costumes are concerned, I wrote a whole section on costumes in the guide section of my site.  

I have never used a dick pump before. But now that you mentioned it, perhaps you can find a muscle suit that comes with a dick pump. Then you would have the ideal weight, the dick pump, and a costume all in one! 

My next story will go into detail about my first stripping experience at a club.

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The next e-mail is from Pieter:

Good day Dion

Can you give me some advice?
Im interested in becoming a male stripper but I dont know the ins and outs or even how to start. Have no experience whatsoever. I could really use some advice.

Looking forward to hear from you

Kind regards
Pieter

Dear Pieter:

I'm interested in becoming an electrical engineer, but I don't know where to start. I have no experience or a degree for the matter. I need advice. I know this is a vague and open-ended question that shows little research and initiative on my part, but requests a long drawn out answer on yours.

In all seriousness, click on the "Guide: Becoming A Male Stripper" tab at the top of the my page. That said, are you going to be too lazy to do all the work and research yourself? Or are you going to ask an agent to do all the work for you?

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And one more from Jake:

Hi, so I was reading your blog and it's really nice all the tips and stuff.

I have a question though, so I know this place that is currently hiring young male strippers with no experience, sounds perfect, only thing is my body is not like Captain America or anything, I've been at the gym for 1 month and there's some definition going on here and there it's all good all pleasant to the eye, I have an athletic figure, I'm real good looking, but I don't have a six pack... So should i apply for the job now? Or wait a few months till I have that amazing body?

Jake

Dear Jake:

I suggest you take yourself over to the place and ask the management to access your body and looks for you. They'll give you an honest opinion.

Here's my opinion though: One month of training ain't shit. I've been training for years before I started stripping, and let me tell you that a few months of training is not going to bring about that crazy transformation.

There is one exception and that is genetics. You may have been blessed with a good body naturally, but even that will only take you so far. Either way, if you think training alone is going to be the answer, then you're wrong.

Like I said, go and apply. See what the management says. You can make it without a six-pack. Yet, there may be a guy working at the club with a six-pack, good looks, and a charming personality, and he's going to get all the money while you're standing there with a dollar bill in your G-string watching him get all the women.

Just because you get the job doesn't mean you'll get the money.

Dion 

Highlights From September, 2013 - Part 3

September 28, 2013

 

This particular weekend was so booked that I had to turn down work. The Husband who hired me for his wife earlier this summer wanted me to “court” his wife once again, offering a large sum of money. I turned down his offer, suggesting he try again later. Then, I had two parties I had to turn down on Friday due to a family event.

 

I probably turned down at least $1,000 worth of gigs.

 

However, I did take on two bachelorette parties for Saturday night.

 

The first was at 8 p.m., and the second was scheduled for 9 p.m. The driving distance between the two was an hour and a half, so I called the second party and told them I would be late.

 

I arrived on time for the first group. They were from Texas. The customer who hired me was the Maid of Honor, a very tall, dark-haired girl with blue eyes. She stood at least a head over me with her high heels on.

 

The bride did not know I was coming, so I was to reprise my role of property management once again. The ploy was for me to fix a broken smoke detector.

When I entered, all of the girls sat at the dining table instead of the living room, so I felt rather awkward because they all stared at me in silence as I walked in front of the smoke detector located in the living room.

 

I tried to make small talk, but the words fumbled around in my mouth. I probably sounded lame. The fact that the other girls did little to play into the ruse made the situation more strained.

 

They did point to the bride at the end of the table. She was very tanned and dark-haired and wore a white miniskirt and a white top. I decided to drop my act, which was unsalvageable at this point, and approach her to start stripping.

 

“I knew it,” the bride said. “You were too awkward to be part of the hotel staff. Plus, the guy who came earlier today was old!”

 

Because it was difficult to strip for a girl at the dinner table, I took the bride towards the living room and guided her towards the couch where I did my striptease for her.  The other girls began stuffing dollar bills in her cleavage and in the crevice between her legs.

 

The bride’s white miniskirt did little to hide her white, mesh panties, which also did little to hide her shaven pussy underneath. I explored such regions as I took the dollar bills with my mouth, licking and kissing her in the process.

 

She was very frisky with me as I stripped for her. “If you only knew how much of a freak I am in bed,” she said, as I rubbed the front of my thong against her panties.

 

There was a short and very shy girl who could not stop laughing while I interacted with her. Her brown hair only came down to her jaw line, and she wore cowboy boots. I teabagged her, causing her to giggle uncontrollably.

 

“Her laughing feels like a vibrator,” I said to her friends. “It’s really turning me on.”

 

The shy girl’s giggling became even worse as her friends laughed at her expense.

 

One thing that this group liked to do was gather a large wad of dollar bills and throw over me while saying, “Make it rain!”

 

They did this several times and even posed for pictures around the scattered bills on the floor.

 

Although a few girls did not participate, the majority of them did with eager and groping hands. When I finished, they all applauded and cheered for me as I gave a courtesy bow.

 

Before I left, they asked me a lot of questions about my job. I stayed and answered them until I looked at the time. It was 9:30 p.m. 

 

I was supposed to be at the next party thirty minutes ago.

 

 

 

I arrived at the second party at 11 p.m.

 

The customer did not seem too upset. On the way, I called her several times to inform her of my status, and she said that she would occupy the bride’s attention until then. They had a lingerie party, presents, and dinner beforehand. Lucky for me, they did not make plans to go out.

 

For this party, I played the cop responding to a “noise complaint.”

 

The party in question took place in a high rise condominium on the beach. The girls rented a room on the tenth floor.

 

When the girls invited me inside, I announced to everyone in a stern tone that I was here on a noise complaint from their neighbors.

 

The crowd was a mix of ladies ranging from late 20s all the way to late 50s. The older ones were mothers or relatives of the bride.

 

“Sorry, we’re celebrating her bachelorette party,” one girl said, pointing to the bride.

 

The bride was a beautiful blonde girl with a slender, yet curvy figure. She wore a bra made of candy. A dollar stuck out of the bra. She stood up and approached me appearing nervous.

 

“I’m sorry, officer. I didn’t know we were being that loud.”

 

“Well, it doesn’t look like y’all are doing anything bad here, but I’m just lettin’ y’all know that if I have to come back out here again tonight, y’all are gonna get a noise citation.”

 

“We’ll be good,” the bride promised. “I’m so sorry that you had to come out here.”

 

“It’s all right,” I assured her. “So what’s goin’ on here?”

 

“We’re having my bachelorette party,” she said.

 

“Where’d y’all come in from?” I asked.

 

“Some of us from Alabama or Mississippi,” one lady answered.

 

“Well, I’ll tell ya what,” I said to the bride. “I normally wouldn’t do this, but how ‘bout I put you in handcuffs so your friends can take some pictures for a souvenir of your bachelorette party?”

 

“That’s a great idea!” one lady exclaimed.

 

“Okay,” the bride agreed.

 

I handcuffed her and all of her friends and family members took pictures.  I informed the ladies near the radio to turn the music up with a subtle nod towards the radio.

 

“Have a seat,” I said to the bride, helping her into a chair.

 

As soon as the music volume increased, I straddled the bride much to her utter surprise.

 

"Oh my!" she said. "I thought you were a cop the whole time!"

 

I motioned for her friends to stick dollar bills into her clothes. As I took them out with my mouth, she expressed pleasure by smiling or commenting on how “hot” I was. After interacting with her for awhile, I moved onto the other women. First, I repeated the same act with her friends, then with her mother.

 

While I had the bride’s mother on the couch, she wrapped her legs around me and looked to the bride and said, “Watch and learn from mama!”

 

Sometimes the ladies at these parties shock me beyond belief. I had to see it and hear it to believe it.

 

The mother was just as enthusiastic as the daughter. She even took a body shot off of me.

 

“You just made her day,” one of the older ladies said. “She hasn’t had that much action in awhile.”

“I haven’t had this much action in like ten years!” the mother said.

 

Everyone laughed.

 

A few ladies did not participate, but I returned the focus back to the bride. I took body shots off of her mid-section, which was very pleasant to look at since it was tanned with a belly-button piercing.

 

Then, one of the bride’s friends suggested I take a shot from between the bride’s breasts. So the bride took off her shirt, leaving only her bra on. She also unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, exposing her white panties with black lace along the edges.

 

Someone brought some whipped crème forward and sprayed it on the bride’s midsection.

 

“Take off your bra,” someone said.

 

So she did, exposing two perfectly small and round breasts. They were perky, pointing towards me at attention. I spread the whipped crème on both of her nipples and began to lick them off. Her nipples hardened. I began to get aroused.

 

Another round of whipped crème.

 

“I think he’s enjoying that more than you are,” one lady commented to the bride.

 

“I don’t know about that,” the bride said.

 

I had a gut feeling that some of the ladies disapproved. When I looked up, I noticed a few had retired to their rooms.  Oh well, not my problem.

 

The bride and her mother invited me to the kitchen to offer some food and cake.

 

While I was eating, several ladies, including the bride and her mother, hovered around me to ask questions.

 

“Do you get fully nude?”

 

“Sometimes,” I replied.

 

“I was sort of expecting you to pull it out for me,” the bride said. “But what I saw was very nice.”

 

An idea struck me. I decided to take a survey.

“So just out of curiosity, how many of you would have preferred if I got nude and hard.”

 

All of the women in the kitchen agreed that they wanted to see everything. The bride said that she would have loved to see it. I was already clothed by now and ready to leave though.

 

“Well, maybe next time!” I said.

 

“Yeah,” the bride said. “Can we just hire you even if it’s not for a bachelorette party?”

 

“Of course!” I said.

 

When I left, she gave me a kiss while we hugged. “Thank you,” she said in my ear, as she hugged me close. “I had a wonderful time.”

 

Besides being two hours late, I thought the performance was a success.

 

However, the next day, my agent sent me the following text message:

 

“Everything go ok with the 2^nd show?  Customer left me a message this morning. Just asked for someone to call. Did not say anything else.”

 

I called him to find out more. However, that was all the information he had.

 

“She just called and asked to speak to a manager,” he said.  “She didn’t say anything bad or good. She could either be complaining or giving praise. So what happened?”

 

I explained how I was two hours late, but mentioned how much fun the bride had. I even went into details about how I was licking whipped crème off of her tits.

“Nice!” my agent said.

 

“So the party went well. The only thing I can think of is maybe my tardiness, or perhaps some girls got pissed about me sucking on the bride's tits, or maybe that I stayed to eat afterwards. But the bride offered... I can't really think of any other reasons.”

“Who knows?” he said. “She could have been calling to praise you. I’m not gonna to call her back, but if she calls back again, I just wanted to hear your side of what happened so I have a heads up.”

 

“Well, either way, I’ll send your cut of the money tomorrow.”

 

“Great! I’ll call you with more work later,” he said and hung up.

 

All in all, I earned over $500 for that Saturday. I could only imagine the amount of money had I worked the day before.

Highlights From September, 2013 - Part 2

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