Saturday, June 29, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Two parties. One was in northwest Florida while the other was in Biloxi, Mississippi. Combining the time it took to prepare before the show, performing, and commuting, I spent about ten hours total.
The first party was a simple bachelorette party of about twenty girls. The mother hired me for her daughter, so there was a mix of older ladies and young girls of college age. She wanted me to arrive as a pizza delivery man and even provided me with a Pizza Hut box. I rang the doorbell and entered, opened the pizza box for the crowd, showing them that it was empty.
"I ate the pizza," I told them. "It's my last day working at Pizza Hut, so I don't give a shit."
Some of the girls laughed. They knew I was the stripper and pointed me to the bachelorette.
The bachelorette was very timid, so spent enough time to give her a short strip show. Instead, I just focused my attention on her girlfriends, who were very attractive. There was one blonde who looked like a tall and tanned version of Taylor Swift. I thoroughly enjoyed my time on top of her.
Overall, the crowd was tame due to the mother's presence along with the few other older ladies, but they treated me well. One girl asked for my phone number and another invited me out to the club, which I turned down with much regret because of my next show in Biloxi.
Biloxi was about a three and a half hour drive from where I was in Florida.
My show in Biloxi started after midnight, which is rare. Usually the girls like to eat dinner, have the stripper, then hit the clubs. This party was hitting the clubs first and having the stripper afterwards. Believe it or not, this was the first time that I stripped for a group of girls after they hit the clubs
It was the birthday girl's fortieth birthday. The event took place at the Beau Rivage Casino Hotel in Biloxi, Mississippi. The plan was simple. I was to hide in the closest until she arrived into the hotel room and burst out to surprise her. I thought that this was a bad idea, but the other girls insisted on it.
Luckily, the birthday girl did not attack me or have a heart attack when I emerged from hiding. Instead, she berated her friends for awhile, saying that she knew that they were acting suspiciously all night. Next, I had to wait for her to choose a song to her liking. Once I started stripping for her, she sat there unimpressed.
"Come on," she said while I was unbuttoning my shirt. "Show me what you got."
She continued to make demands while I stripped. One thing I hate is one of my clientele directing my performance. That's like an audience member telling a standup comedian which jokes he should tell.
The whole time, the birthday girl refused to play along with my directions. She dry-humped me as I danced with her friends, or she straddled her friends. She climbed atop of one girl's face and announced that she was on her period. The other girl squirmed from underneath in a feeble attempt to escape. The truth was, the birthday girl was really on her period. I avoided close contact with her for the duration of the party.
Besides the birthday girl, the other girls were a great audience. Two of them wanted to make out with me and were getting more and more physical as time went on. Throughout the whole event, a few girls trickled in and out of the room to smoke in the hallway.
That was a mistake. Apparently it was against the hotel's policy to smoke in or around the rooms.
A wandering security guard walked up and saw the smoking violation. He looked into the room and saw me in a g-string entwined with one of the girls who wanted to kiss me. We broke apart as more security guards came. The birthday girl immediately launched into an argument with the head security guard, stating how ridiculous they were acting about a simple cigarette.
I gathered my clothes to get dressed. The party was over.
The head security guard asked for the birthday girl's I.D. She became more irate, which didn't help her situation any. After awhile, a hotel manager arrived and told the birthday girl that she was being issued a $250 fine for smoking in and around the hotel room, which would be charged to her room fee.
The hotel manager and security left, leaving a fuming birthday girl and a bitter ending to a wild night.
I left the hotel at 3 a.m. and got home at almost 6 a.m.
The first party was a simple bachelorette party of about twenty girls. The mother hired me for her daughter, so there was a mix of older ladies and young girls of college age. She wanted me to arrive as a pizza delivery man and even provided me with a Pizza Hut box. I rang the doorbell and entered, opened the pizza box for the crowd, showing them that it was empty.
"I ate the pizza," I told them. "It's my last day working at Pizza Hut, so I don't give a shit."
Some of the girls laughed. They knew I was the stripper and pointed me to the bachelorette.
The bachelorette was very timid, so spent enough time to give her a short strip show. Instead, I just focused my attention on her girlfriends, who were very attractive. There was one blonde who looked like a tall and tanned version of Taylor Swift. I thoroughly enjoyed my time on top of her.
Overall, the crowd was tame due to the mother's presence along with the few other older ladies, but they treated me well. One girl asked for my phone number and another invited me out to the club, which I turned down with much regret because of my next show in Biloxi.
Biloxi was about a three and a half hour drive from where I was in Florida.
My show in Biloxi started after midnight, which is rare. Usually the girls like to eat dinner, have the stripper, then hit the clubs. This party was hitting the clubs first and having the stripper afterwards. Believe it or not, this was the first time that I stripped for a group of girls after they hit the clubs
It was the birthday girl's fortieth birthday. The event took place at the Beau Rivage Casino Hotel in Biloxi, Mississippi. The plan was simple. I was to hide in the closest until she arrived into the hotel room and burst out to surprise her. I thought that this was a bad idea, but the other girls insisted on it.
Luckily, the birthday girl did not attack me or have a heart attack when I emerged from hiding. Instead, she berated her friends for awhile, saying that she knew that they were acting suspiciously all night. Next, I had to wait for her to choose a song to her liking. Once I started stripping for her, she sat there unimpressed.
"Come on," she said while I was unbuttoning my shirt. "Show me what you got."
She continued to make demands while I stripped. One thing I hate is one of my clientele directing my performance. That's like an audience member telling a standup comedian which jokes he should tell.
The whole time, the birthday girl refused to play along with my directions. She dry-humped me as I danced with her friends, or she straddled her friends. She climbed atop of one girl's face and announced that she was on her period. The other girl squirmed from underneath in a feeble attempt to escape. The truth was, the birthday girl was really on her period. I avoided close contact with her for the duration of the party.
Besides the birthday girl, the other girls were a great audience. Two of them wanted to make out with me and were getting more and more physical as time went on. Throughout the whole event, a few girls trickled in and out of the room to smoke in the hallway.
That was a mistake. Apparently it was against the hotel's policy to smoke in or around the rooms.
A wandering security guard walked up and saw the smoking violation. He looked into the room and saw me in a g-string entwined with one of the girls who wanted to kiss me. We broke apart as more security guards came. The birthday girl immediately launched into an argument with the head security guard, stating how ridiculous they were acting about a simple cigarette.
I gathered my clothes to get dressed. The party was over.
The head security guard asked for the birthday girl's I.D. She became more irate, which didn't help her situation any. After awhile, a hotel manager arrived and told the birthday girl that she was being issued a $250 fine for smoking in and around the hotel room, which would be charged to her room fee.
The hotel manager and security left, leaving a fuming birthday girl and a bitter ending to a wild night.
I left the hotel at 3 a.m. and got home at almost 6 a.m.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Random Update: Pics From A Recent Party
A few days ago, Kristee, the girl who hired me for the Memorial Day Weekend Party, sent me a text message with a couple of pics of the party.
It was very unexpected. I asked her to send a few pics then, and she said she would, but I didn't hear back from her in a couple of days. Usually that meant no pics were coming. Very common occurrence. Girls forget about the male dancer as soon as he's gone, and life goes on.
She was a week late, but she delivered on her word. I like that girl!
I uploaded the pics and attached them to the story, so you can either click on the link above or here for the story, or just scroll down:
It was very unexpected. I asked her to send a few pics then, and she said she would, but I didn't hear back from her in a couple of days. Usually that meant no pics were coming. Very common occurrence. Girls forget about the male dancer as soon as he's gone, and life goes on.
She was a week late, but she delivered on her word. I like that girl!
I uploaded the pics and attached them to the story, so you can either click on the link above or here for the story, or just scroll down:
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Patricia's Trip To Vegas
Patricia, Sandy, and Lana |
Note from Dion: Patricia contacted me asking if I wanted to read about her experience with a male stripper. Of course I do! I love hearing a woman's take on male strippers with uncensored honesty, and I'm sure other readers would too. Patricia was even generous to include a pic.
Here's Patricia:
About 3 weeks ago I went on a
weekend trip to Las Vegas with a couple of friends (I'll call them
"Sandy" and "Lana"). It was my first time in Vegas and we were there to
celebrate Sandy's bachelorette party. Lana, being the maid-of-honor, did
an amazing job planning the entire trip. She even did the research for
our 2 full nights, finding a packaged deal for night club crawling and
kept insisting that we go to a strip club while we were there (her
reasoning was "We have to because it's Vegas!). Sandy and I were not
interested however, when Lana found a place that wasn't full frontal
(her words: "Relax, this strip tease is light... we won't see men with
their dicks out"). Sandy and I agreed.
When
we arrived at the strip club we were swiftly escorted upstairs to where
the male dancers were and it looked like what you would pretty much
expect. It was dark, there were some flashing lights, a few shirtless
men walking around, a guy dancing for a girl on stage. The 3 of us sat
down at a table not too far and waited for 3 seats so we could sit
closer to the stage.
The previous
night when we'd gone club crawling, Sandy wore a couple of the
stereotypical bachelorette accessories: a pink, plastic tiara with a
small veil and a pink sash with "bachelorette" written on it. This night
however, Sandy gave the accessories for Lana to wear (Lana is single)
because she didn't want to get any extra attention from the dancers.
Sandy starts off the night by buying a lap dance for Lana while the 2
of us watched and laughed. While Lana was receiving her dance one of the
other dancers came up to me and offered me one. I politely declined and
told him perhaps later since at that moment I was enjoying watching my
friend receive her's. He replied sure, said that he hoped I enjoyed my
time at the club, and then walked away.
After
the lap dance for Lana was over a few women had moved away from the
stage so we took their seats and enjoyed the view. A dancer came out in a
lumber jack costume and was the only one who stripped down to some
really short booty shorts instead of a thong. He quickly became our
favorite and seemed to be the dancer that tried the least but received
the most attention.
While
we watched Mr. Lumber Jack do his thing on stage with another
bachelorette, another dancer hugged me from behind and, while cupping my
breasts, said "You are so hot, I noticed you earlier and I'm not even
one of the dancers, I'm actually a singer." He then proceeded to sing "I
Can Show You the World" from the animated Disney movie "Aladdin." After
announcing that he was just kidding he asked my 2 friends to pitch in
for a dance for me. Sandy said no because she had used her cash on Lana
to which I respond with "Ok, ok. I'll pay!" He asked me if I wanted the
dance to be more private or out in the open for everyone to see. I
laughed nervously and told him I didn't know so he just moved my chair a
safe distance from the stage and began to dance.
I don't remember
the entire lap dance I received because I found it to be both arousing
and humorous. No offense, but I've never really been a fan of a man in a
thong so when he had his ass turned to me I couldn't help but laugh.
However, he had an AMAZING ass! Another reason why I laughed was
probably out of shyness and embarrassment, Sandy took some pictures of
both lap dances (mine and Lana's but pictures were almost immediately
deleted) and in mine my face was super red.
During
my lap dance the stripper mentioned several times that he thought I was
"so hot" felt me up and told me he loved my breasts to which I
responded with "Thanks!" in a somewhat arrogant tone (what else do you
say when a stripper compliments your boobs?!) and keeps dancing. Then he
asks me if I'm single, I reply yes, and he goes "it makes me really
happy that you're single." While this is going on I'm simultaneously
analyzing the situation, comparing it to experiences I've heard from my
guy friends with female strippers, and assuming that these are the types
of things that a male stripper can say during a lap dance to increase
their chances of receiving more money. Also, the whole "I'm really glad
you're single" comment made me think, "Is that dirty talk for women? Is
that really what women like to hear?" (Just FYI, I studied psychology in
college).
He finishes dancing for me, grabs my hand, pulls me
into his arms, and goes "Would you like a private dance?" In the midst
of all my giggling I managed to force out a no to which he replies "Oh,
that's too bad! I'm really sad about that."
Afterwards I paid him the $20 for the dance and before he walks away he goes, "So how long are you in town?"
"Until tomorrow." I said.
"You want to hang out with me and my friends at the pool tomorrow?" He asks.
"Uh, sure. Can my friends come too?" I ask, pointing to both Sandy and Lana.
"Sure, they're hot... Hey is this your phone?"
I
tell him no, that the phone he pointed at wasn't mine and pulled mine
out of my purse. He gives me his number, says his name is Noah (to which
my first reaction was how that was a horrible stripper name), and tells
me to send him a text with my name.
Sandy
mentioned several times afterwards that Noah really, really liked me
and the dance he gave me was much more provocative then what Lana
received from the other dancer. In fact, she said there were a lot of
times when my dance was almost "soft-core porn."
I don't remember
if this happened before or after my lap dance, but I had been
approached by a third stripper asking if I wanted a dance and I declined
and apologized to which he politely replied, "No, that's ok. I hope you
have a great time, ok?" His tone was so kind and sincere that it really
surprised me. I had always thought male strippers were super cocky and
douchey but even the ones I rejected a dance from where super nice and
made it a point to tell me that they hoped I had a good time before
walking away.
We
only stayed a few minutes longer, our hour was up and our guide had
arrived to escort us to 2 dance clubs but I walked out of that club
thinking I was the shit! Ah ha ha ha! I didn't text Noah that night and
spent my last day in Vegas with my 2 friends.
Even
before getting a male's stripper's number I, along with my 2 friends,
had a blast at the strip club. Sandy was the only one of us who didn't
get a dance but she said it was because she didn't feel comfortable
receiving a dance when she was in a serious relationship. However, had
she been single.... ;-)
The
last thing I'll end my story with is that my first (but hopefully not
last) experience with a male stripper turned out to be a positive one
that completely changed my perception of it. I don't usually get hit on
by men that attractive and to be hit on by one that meets a good number
of attractive females that pay him to get dirty with them? Needless to
say, I came back home with a much larger ego.
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