The Trainee - Part 2

During my last post, I mentioned training a new hire named Craig. He did well considering it was his first bachelorette party. I had him tag along to a second party. He needed more experience before I sent him out to do this alone.

This time, I delegated Craig to be the star of the show, meaning he would start and finish while I watched in the background. I would only act if he was faltering and needed backup.

The party took place in a beach condo. Craig and I pretended to be part of the property management, warning the girls about their noise level. Craig did great opening up, and I stood by the kitchen counter with the girl who booked me, occasionally talking to her while he stripped and danced.

The party turned out to be quite brutal for him. The bride, a beautiful and slender blonde, seemed appalled at the idea of having a male stripper. As Craig stripped for her, she leaned as far back in her chair to distance herself from him as far as possible. After he took off his pants and shirt, he thrust his foot onto his lap, motioning her to remove his sock. She did so with great reluctance and a sour look on her face. I made a mental note to talk to him later about having girls remove his socks.

Craig did the best he could, but the bride eventually threw out her hands as though to ward him away and said, "I've had enough."

He circled the room trying his luck with the other dozen girls. They tipped him and he danced with a few, but soon he was drenched in sweat. He soon looked to me for help. The tense awkwardness radiated from the crowd, and I knew this would end poorly.

The girl who booked me even sensed this. "I think you need to go out there," she said.

I approached the bride and began dancing. She shook her head. "I don't want this," she said. "It'd be best if you two would leave."

I leaned down and spoke softly to her, "We're here because your friend hired us to show you a good time... not make you feel uncomfortable. If there's someone else you want me to dance with, let me know and I'll start with her."

The bride paused in thought, then pointed to another girl. I sauntered over towards her, and she accepted my approach with gusto. Craig removed himself from the living room to watch. I felt bad for him, because he got a tougher audience than before. I wanted him to have a wild and easy crowd to ease into, instead of one that made him feel like shit.

I worked my among the girls, adding more and more physical activities such as taking body shots from various girls and vice versa. Eventually, the bride had a change of mind. She pushed her way towards me and said, "I want a turn now."

Several of her friends gasped at her in awe. The bride wanted to outdo everyone and took body shot after body shot from me. We ate cake icing from off of each other and took several lewd pictures together.

During this time, she confided that she did not like Craig and felt "weirded out" by him. Craig made matters worse by attempting to sing a romantic country song to a group of girls on the sitting on the couch. He had a good voice, but his song didn't go over well. The other girls listened patiently, and politely applauded him when he had finished. He took this as a cue to continue singing. I groaned inwardly.

The bride wanted him to shut up. I caught Craig's attention and motioned for him to stop, which he did.

"What the hell is his problem?" the bride asked me.

"He's learning," I told her. "It's really difficult to throw yourself out there when a room full of hot girls are sizing you up. Most guys either freeze up or overdo it."

"Yeah, he came on too strong and the singing act has got to go," she said. "But now that you mention it, I can see how most guys would get nervous."

I didn't want Craig to hear her criticism of him, so I changed the subject by redirecting her attention back to some lewd games.

By now, everyone relaxed and felt at ease. Several of the girls invited me and Craig out to the club afterwards, and even prepared for us some homemade Cajun jambalaya.

The bride introduced me to one of her single friends who really liked me. I had since forgotten her name, but we took a picture together (which I will post on Instagram in the near future). Looking back, I should've gotten her number.

The other girls invited us out to the club once more, but I politely declined. I had to set an example of professionalism. I later explained to Craig that most of the drama occurs by going out with the girls, so it's best to avoid going out in general.

After the party, I took Craig home. On the way, he said, "Man, sorry about screwing that up. I couldn't work that crowd at all."

"Don't worry about it. It's all about experience. I had it tough when I first started, too."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. It's like any job. The more you do it, the better you get. Experience goes a long way. You'll get there if you keep at it."

"Thanks for the encouragement, Dion."

"No problem, just one more thing: Don't sing. We're there to dance and give the girls some fun activities to do. We're not musicians."

"Yeah, I did that because I was nervous and didn't want to stand around doing nothing. This job may seem easy, but it can be tough."

I nodded. "You hit the nail right on the head. This job is an easy job, but at the same time, it's not. It's easy pay for the amount of work you do, but very few guys can pull it off. Otherwise, there'd be loads of guys doing this everywhere."

As I spoke those words, I realized that I was going to have a difficult time training rookies into this profession. I felt as though Craig took a step backwards with this party, and I wasn't looking forward to walking him through another. And I definitely wasn't looking forward to training another complete stranger all over again.

Unfortunately, Craig is one of the better candidates as I soon discovered over the next few weeks. After Craig, I had two prospective new-hires chicken out at the last minute. They simply did not answer my call or text messages.











 

Tips on Booking a Male Stripper (or Female)

There are the right ways and wrong ways to go about booking a stripper (male or female) for your private party. Many customers often go about doing things the wrong way, and I feel bad for them. But most of these mistakes CAN be avoided.

First, let's go over what NOT to do:

1) Do NOT settle for the first company that pops up on a google search. 

It might be a horrible company. Explore your options first.

Very few of my customers can ever recite the name of the company they used when they booked me. That's pretty bad considering they have given their credit card information, name, and address to a company they did little to no research on. Although it's difficult to find actual reviews on these companies, you can always ask key questions (see #3 below), or find a company that accepts cash only, which is to be paid to the dancer upon his or her arrival.

Keep in mind that almost every company out there will tell you that they have a dancer available (even if they don't) just to get your credit card information. If they don't have the dancer, they'll call a company who does, and both companies will take a good cut of the money, passing all of the extra costs to the consumer (you). The dancer only gets a fraction of this money, too.

Unfortunately, the dancer has no say in this matter and is often ignorant of it. As a result, you'll probably be less likely to leave a good tip because the bulk of your money is spent paying both of these companies.


2) Do NOT try to book a stripper at the last minute.

Well... You can try, but you may not succeed.

I cannot tell you how many bachelorette parties call and expect me to show up within an hour. Here's a reality check: I don't sit by my phone all day waiting for bachelorette parties to book me. Most of the time when I get a call, I might be working my full-time job, running errands, or even hanging out with my family or friends.

Strippers are not like taxi cabs -- ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. You cannot call and simply expect one to show up at your door within 15 to 30 minutes. It takes time for a stripper to prepare for your party, which may include showering, shaving, costume preparation, etc. Then there's the commute, which often takes at least an hour or more (my average commute is 1 hour and 45 minutes).

That's why most companies prefer if you book your stripper at least a week or even a month in advance. The company and the stripper can schedule you in and prepare accordingly. Remember that other customers book us too. First come, first serve.

So don't call a company at 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night, and expect them to get one of their dancers to drop everything he's doing in order to be at your party within 30 minutes. It's not going to happen.


3) Do NOT expect the dancer from the website.

Most companies pull the ole "bait and switch" routine. That means they'll promise you whichever person you pick from their website and send you someone else.

You may book this guy...

Unfortunately, this happens ALL THE TIME, and it's the dancers who pay for it. I can't tell you how times I have shown up to a party and the girls look quite surprised that I'm not the guy they ordered from the website. All of a sudden, I'm doing damage control because the company lied to them to make a quick sale.

The truth is, most of those pictures on those websites are probably not employees. Even if they are, they won't travel across the nation to work your party for a few hundred dollars. Remember, most of these companies will lie to get your credit card information and make a quick sale.

...But get this guy instead.

Not all companies are liars, though.

A few companies are more upfront, especially the smaller and more local ones. Some of them will even text you pictures of the EXACT guy who's showing up. The company on the previous post does this, along with a few others I have yet to mention. This is a good way to determine whether they are lying about who's showing up or not.

When it comes to options, the only real option you have comes down to ethnicity. I know that most companies ask bachelorette parties whether they want a black or white guy. Some areas such as California or South Florida may add a Hispanic option to that list.

Even then, they'll still send whoever is available. I know this firsthand, because I've walked into several parties who demanded a black guy or a blonde guy, and they looked rather surprised when I showed up.


4) Negotiate on the Price

Believe it or not, you can haggle for a better price. You may not always get it, but you can try.

Most people don't negotiate and pay the first quote they get, which is often too much.

Keep in mind that there are several factors that affect price negotiation. First, there's the dancer's commute. If he or she is driving a long way, then you may not be able to ask for a cheaper rate. In fact, you may have to pay more than usual. The second is availability. The more demand there is from other customers, the more likely a company can shrug you off as a customer.

When in doubt, shop around. Just don't take too long doing so. Remember that the demand for these private party dancers often exceeds the supply, so sometimes you have to hurry and get them before they're all booked out.

Fall and Winter = Dead Seasons

After October, work starts slowing down for male strippers. Women rarely plan their bachelorette parties in November and December with holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas around the corner. The majority of people spend this time with their families, not planning a girls-night-out in another town.

Now there's an exception for touring groups like the Chippendales. I'm sure they draw a crowd whichever city they happen to be in at the time. But for private party strippers like myself, we can kick back, relax, and enjoy the weekends that we missed out on during the spring and summer months.

That's why it's important to have a career not related to stripping. The dead seasons would starve your average male stripper, unless he managed to pull a large sum of cash with plenty of extra to last him through the winter months.

I'll be using this extra time to write again.

Internet Stripping Companies: 7 Things You Need to Know

For those of you who want to book a stripper for your private party, or want to strip at private parties, a quick search on Google will reveal numerous stripping companies. Most have professional looking websites and what appear to be the hottest dancers money can buy.

Here's a little known fact: Most of them are shady and crooked. I know this because I've worked for most of them at one point or another.

Now let's analyze some bullshit tactics these companies employ:

1) Overcharging the Customer

Some of these companies charge an upwards of $300 (price for male stripper) or more for a one-hour private show. The dancer will be lucky to see even half of this amount.

2) Having a Fake Roster on the Website

When choosing your stripper from the company website, you can often pick your top choices from a list of many hot candidates. This is all bullshit. First off, that company might be lucky to even have one of those guys/girls in their roster. Even if they do have that person, he or she is definitely not going to show up for your bachelorette party in the middle of Kansas.

3) Contracting Dancers Via Other Online Companies

This is a very common practice with almost every companies.

Sometimes these companies won't have even a single dancer in your area. When this happens, they don't turn the customer away. Instead, they'll lie to the customer and say they have a dancer and need to check for availability. This "checking" involves calling other Internet booking companies asking for available dancers. If another company has a dancer available, then the second company will tack on their own charge, and both companies will profit at the expense of the dancer and the customer.

In other words, Company A gets a call for a male stripper in Biloxi, Mississippi, but doesn't have a stripper in that area. Company B has a dancer available in Biloxi. So A calls B for the dancer. Then A calls the customer and assures them that a stripper will show up, but the normal price of $300 will now become $350, because B needs a share of the profit, and A is too greedy to reduce its price. Company A charges the customer's credit card, then turns over the customer's information to Company B to finish the business transaction with the customer and stripper, which involves having the stripper collect the remainder of the money as cash.

On top of all that, A has never even seen the dancer from B. Thus, the stripper shows up to the party unaware of any promises made by Company A. Also, if the stripper causes trouble, the customers cannot really complain to Company A, because the stripper works for Company B.

As a result, there is little to no accountability in this, plus the stripper makes much less in tips because the customers are already paying up the ass to both A and B.

4) Underpaying the Strippers

Like I said earlier, strippers would be lucky to see half the amount these companies charge customers.

Sometimes, it goes like this: Company A gives a price of $300 to the customer and charges the customer $100 on the credit card; the stripper collects $200 in cash from the customer and has to send $75 to $100 of it back to the company in the form of a "booking fee."

So out of a $300 transaction, the company makes $175 - $200, while the stripper makes only $100 - $125. Sometimes, the stripper makes even less than that.

That's complete bullshit since the stripper is the one doing all the work, all the driving, and causing all the wear-and-tear on his vehicle. All the company did was take the phone call and make the sale. Of course, maintaining a business and marketing has its own cost, but not enough to justify raking in most of the stripper's profits.

5) Lying to Customers

Having a fake roster is just one lie, and these companies will build on that.

For instance, if a bachelorette party requests a black guy only, and the company only has a white guy, you can bet that they will promise the customers a black guy and send the white one. I call this the ole "bait and switch."

This pisses the customers off to no end, and they often take it out on the stripper.

The companies will also tell the customers that every dancer will have every and any costume available without actually confirming with the dancer. So imagine the customers' surprise when they ask for a cop and the stripper shows up without looking like a cop.

It all comes down to this: some companies will tell the customer whatever they want to hear in order to make a sale; to hell with consideration for their customers.

6) Lying to Strippers

And to hell with consideration for their employees.

Many companies like to keep their strippers in the dark as much as possible. The more ignorant the stripper is about booking fees, then the less the company has to pay him or her.

On top of that, if the customers request a particular race (i.e. black, white, Latino, etc.), and the stripper does not fit the criteria, the companies will not only lie to the customer, but they will fail to inform the stripper of this fact. I know this, because I have stumbled upon several parties who requested a "black male stripper only." Their shocked looks were not amusing at all. I would have to do damage control or pull out every ounce of charm to calm these customers down and have them accept me. Nonetheless, some would still turn me away, causing me to waste my time and money spent on gas, which the company won't compensate.

7) Sending Shitty Strippers

All companies prefer sending their best strippers to these parties. And by best, I mean the ones who are the most reliable and least likely to generate a complaint. Once these companies make a sale, they don't want to hear from the customers again, and sending a pro is the best way to ensure this. However, if all the best are booked full, then they send the next best and so on. Sometimes they have no options and send the worst.

I call this tactic "sending a body." It means that the company has no one of quality available, but does not want to lose the sale, so they send someone they shouldn't. Basically, they're just send a living body to show up and collect the money without any regards to customer service.

This tactic hurts the industry as a whole, because it scares the customers from ever hiring strippers again. There are plenty of horror stories to go around. All because a company wants a single sale.


So there you have it... The 7 things you need to know about Internet stripping companies. Unfortunately, I'm not going to publicly list any names of bad companies here.

Keep in mind that not all internet stripping companies are bad. There are several good ones out there, which I will list in other posts (the next post will have one). However, the majority of these companies practice several--if not all--of these tactics to a certain degree.

Whether you're a customer or prospective employee, keep these things in mind when dealing with these companies so you can prepare yourself for bullshit situations and act accordingly should they arise.

The Trainee - Part 1

Recently, one of my companies has been expanding its business and hiring new guys left and right. They recently tasked me to training and hiring rookies in my area. I thought this would be an easy task. Hell, I wrote the book on it, right? Well, it hasn't been as easy as I had thought.

My first trainee has a lot of potential. Let's call him Craig. I met him at the gym. Blond hair, blue-eyes, and very muscular, he has his fair pick of women. In terms of physical conditioning and height, he has me beat completely. I think he looks much better, too. In fact, he has won several bodybuilding and physique competitions in his time, and he's the one who gives me training advice.

However, all of those attributes do not translate into success in this industry... But they do help. 

He tagged along with me to his first bachelorette party. I had him watch me for a few minutes before joining in.

It was a tougher crowd than usual because most of the girls were shy and didn't want to participate. The girls, along with the bride, were still quite sober. I managed to get them to play along, but I could see an inexperienced male stripper struggle with them. Then I motioned for the Craig to join in.

He stripped out of his clothes for the bride. He was doing fine, but then he decided to try a little too hard. He attempted to execute a few acrobatic dance moves, utilizing the coffee table in the living room as a prop. He succeeded in knocking over several drinks, causing them to spill everywhere. 

I shuffled past Craig, whispering to him in a low voice, "No acrobatics or anything. Those moves will end up breaking furniture in small places like this." 

Craig nodded in response as I assisted the girls in cleaning up the mess. Craig continued focusing on the bride.

When Craig took off his shirt, the girls were impressed. His torso looked like a super hero from a comic book. The tips started flowing well for him until he became drenched in sweat. Then they didn't want to touch him. He motioned for me to take the spotlight with the bride.

I went down my usual list of games for bachelorette parties: body shots, bobbing for dollars, and lick-the-icing-off-the-stripper. Craig watched in the background and took note. In between games, I asked if he wanted to try his hand, but he declined and pointed to his body, which was still drenched in sweat.

I wrapped up the party after the last game, because the girls didn't want anything too wild. I asked the paying customer how Craig did, and she gave a thumbs up. "He was a little sweaty," she said, "But he did fine."

Before I left, I knelt down in front of the bride and congratulated her on her upcoming marriage. "You were very sweet and polite the whole time," I told her. "And you're also very beautiful, and your soon-to-be-husband is a lucky man to have you. I wish you both the best."

Tears welled up in her eyes as I spoke. She wiped one eye and said, "That's so sweet..." 

We hugged, and the other girls thanked me.

"Now I feel like we're friends," the bride said to me. I smiled and kissed her cheek.

When we left, I told Craig he did a great job. He really did. Not every guy can walk into a room full of girls and strip down to a thong and dance with ease.

"Man, I usually don't sweat like that," he said. "But I got so nervous! Those girls were hot. I wasn't expecting them to be so damn hot."

"Most parties are full of hot girls," I said. "You get used to it. Just pace yourself with the dancing. No crazy dance moves. If you have four or five parties in a row, you'd tire yourself out. Plus, you don't want to accidentally fall or kick a girl."

"Definitely. Sorry about that."

I waved a dismissive hand. "Don't worry about it. You gotta make mistakes to learn. But the girls liked you, which is good. Looking forward to the next party?"

"You know it, brother."

I continued giving Craig pointers about the job as I drove him back to his house. Teaching someone how to become a good male stripper isn't easy. Craig had a few more shows after this, and I'd have to do this all over again with the other new employees.


Continued in Part Two

The Stripper with the Tank Top Tan Line

During a bachelorette party last Saturday, one of the girls shared with me her one and only bad experience with a male stripper. For the sake of the story, we call the girl Amber.

The bachelorette party took place in North Carolina. Amber's aunt booked a male stripper through some random company. Amber and her friends did not know the details, even though I was curious as to which company it was.

The male stripper showed up, and the girls disliked him immediately. According to Amber and her friends, the guy wasn't very muscular or good looking. He lacked charisma and class. To top it all off, he had a horrible tank top tan line.

"Basically, once he took off his shirt, it looked like he was still wearing a white tank top," Amber said. "It was really unattractive."

Then the guy tried to do several acrobatic moves on the living room couch, which resulted in him falling off the couch and crashing onto the floor three separate times. The girls became terrified of being near him because they didn't want to risk injury from his horrible dance moves.

Eventually the girls had enough and told him that the strip show was over. This infuriated the male stripper.

"He complained that we didn't tip him enough," Amber said. "We asked him to leave, but he said he wasn't leaving until we gave him more money, so he went outside and sat on the front porch for an hour! He only left when my aunt came outside and threatened to call the police on him."

I wonder what kind of company would hire a guy like that. 

Moral of the story: Tips are a much-earned privilege; not an entitlement. Demanding tips from customers lacks class, so don't do it. Also, staying at a party once the girls ask you to leave is called "trespassing." Don't do that, either.

As for Amber, she was really sweet and quite flirty with me. So that guy must have really screwed up to get asked to leave early, because Amber and her friends were an easy and fun party as far a typical stripping gig goes.

Male Stripping - Then vs. Now

Thanks to technology, the male stripping industry has undergone many changes in the past 20 years.

Since starting my career in 2003, I have witnessed many of these changes firsthand from then until now. Some bad, but most good.

Here are some of the major changes:

Navigation - Back Then

In 2003, I could access Mapquest (the go-to site before Google Maps), put the address, and print the directions to my private parties. However, most male strippers at the time weren't so internet-savvy and relied on actual road atlases and written directions from the customer, combined with further verbal instructions via phone if they got lost. 

Even with directions from Mapquest, we still had to pay attention to all the details of the road. We constantly missed our turns and had to turn around and backtrack, losing precious time. Imagine getting lost in the middle of the woods at night with no reception on your cell phone and you're running late for your party. 

This all sucked, mind you. But I can still probably find my way around those roads I used back in 2003 and 2004 to this very day, even though I have long since moved away.

Navigation - Now

You no longer need to pull over and turn on the light.

It's easy. Just use a GPS, or load up the Google Maps app on the smart phone and punch in the address. Over 95% of the time, you'll have no problem!

No more calculating your own arrival time. No more wasting time charting your course and going over maps. No more shitty written directions from customers or wasting printer ink with Mapquest.

Younger guys take this shit for granted, but the navigational options today are a godsend in this industry.

Music - Back Then

Hauling these things around sucked ass.

Titus, the male stripper who trained me, used a big boombox with a dual cassette tape deck, powered by more than half-a-dozen D-sized batteries. The boombox was the size of a child's car seat, took up just as much room, and weighed as much as a fat child. Titus had to lug this monstrosity to the party and ask the girls to hit "play" on the correct cassette deck. Sometimes, he would have the luxury to plug in the boombox with the AC cord, which often entangled itself around surrounding objects.

Unlike Titus, I utilized the technology available at the time and burned MP3s onto a CD, and used a smaller boombox. It was still annoying to carry around, but mine was powered by C-sized batteries, therefore weighing less. I thought I was smarter than him, but CDs skip and cassette tapes don't, which I found out whenever somebody bumped my boombox.

I hated these damn things, since I was always forgetting them at parties. These things weren't cheap, often averaging $70 to $100 for the lower end models. Throughout my career, I lost a total of three. Titus ended up stealing one of mine when he left his behind at a party... then he lost mine, too!

There was only one perk to carrying one of these around: it made for a great weapon in case of danger. You could seriously smash someone's skull with one of these things. 

Music - Now

Much easier on the back to carry.

It's very easy! Buy a Bluetooth speaker and sync it with your smartphone. 

With the rechargeable batteries, I no longer need to buy those large batteries anymore. The Bluetooth speaker can clip onto the belt loop of my pants, which ensures that I will never forget the damn thing, because I never leave the party without my pants. The smartphone can play anything from Spotify, Youtube, or your personal MP3 collection, and now I can use the internet to play any song upon request! No more worrying about whether the crowd will dislike your music or not.

So not only did technology lighten my load and made everything easy to carry, it gave me more music options.

Yeah, fuck that boombox. I don't miss those damn monstrosities at all!

Booking Companies - Back Then

You can see the roster next to the mannequin.

With the exception of male revues and big brand names like Chippendales, most customers had to go to lingerie stores or other similar small companies to book male strippers for their bachelorette parties. When I was in Gainesville, Florida, there was a lingerie store called French Addiction that had a roster of male strippers on the wall for all customers to see. The customers usually lived around the Gainesville area, and so did most of the strippers.

In 2003, internet bookings were around, but not as common. Many customers distrusted booking a guy from the internet. And who could blame them? There was widespread hesitation about using a credit card on some male stripper site, or ordering a stranger from online. People felt safer getting the dancer from a local business. Customers felt that there was more accountability with a walk-in business -- if things didn't go their way, they figured they could return for a refund or complain.

Booking Companies - Now

They sprouted up all over the internet. This is mostly a good thing since there are more companies, there are more opportunities for male strippers and customers alike. A brief Google search yields one's needs in seconds. 

However, most of these national booking companies place more emphasis on sales numbers and less on quality. Unlike the local companies of the past, the chances of women getting the stripper of their choice is almost zero. These companies often lie to make a sale, and there is often no accountability for their actions or dancers. Moreover, some of these companies have never even met their dancers. They just hire them over the internet. 

Unfortunately, these national companies are the norm these days. There are a few good ones, but most of them engage in shady business practices.

Cameras - Back Then

Digital cameras were not big when I started. Women took pictures, but they had to use actual cameras. During my time in college, most used disposable cameras. Every now and then, someone had a fancy Nikon or Canon with a nice lens. Then, they had to go and develop the pictures later. Hence, I never had the chance to see their pictures.

It was rather easy to enforce a "no picture" policy, though. If someone tried to snipe a photo, chances are that you would see the flash.

Although cameras floated around at every party, not every girl had one like a phone, so they took fewer pictures as a result. In fact, I have very few pictures of my early parties due to this very reason. I'd have to bring my own camera and ask one of the girls to take pictures for me. Then I'd have to scan the pics if I wanted to show them to someone on the Internet.

Video cameras were even more scarce. Throughout my early years, I recall seeing less than half a dozen at all of my parties combined.

The upside to this was that social media blunders weren't so much of a problem.

Cameras - Now

Smartphones have shaken up the industry. It's almost impossible to enforce a "no picture" policy. Girls are filming and taking pics as soon as the stripper walks through the door. These videos and pics instantly go live on Snapchat and Instagram immediately. Some even pop up on Facebook.

For those looking to strip with a low profile, this is appalling. Tell the girls to not take pictures, and a few will pull out their phone and snap a few anyway. You cannot monitor a dozen or more phones at once.

The upside is that it's easier than ever to get pics and videos of the party! As a matter of fact, my collection of pics this month (September, 2016) far exceeds the combined pics from my first four years of stripping.

I think this is great, because I like looking at the pictures. They help me remember each individual party. 

Phones - Back Then

I can only imagine the inconvenience male strippers faced in the 80's and 90's by using landlines as their only source of communication.

Most people had cell phones when I started, but there were a few middle-aged and older customers who refused to use them. This made communication a pain in the ass. I remember trying to get a hold of one customer who would not answer the damn phone because she wasn't even around the phone. If she had a cell phone, I would have reached her to get directions. But no, I couldn't. So she called the owner up and complained on me because I was late.

Phones - Now

Everyone uses cell phones now. Most use text messaging. Almost everyone, especially millenials, keep their phones within arms reach at all times. This makes communication easier than ever!

I rarely struggle with getting a hold of the customer now like I did in 2003. Even if the customer doesn't answer the phone, I can just leave her a text message.

Communication, or lack of, is rarely an issue anymore.


Final Verdict

I'm thankful for this new technology. It makes stripping so much easier. I wish I had all this shit available back when I started in 2003! I would have saved me a whole lot of time and effort.

It's really better to be a male stripper these days. Everything is just so damn convenient. The only thing that hasn't changed is transportation. If someone could just invent teleportation, then my job would be almost perfect.

Male Stripper Cupcakes: The Cheap Way to Make Them

I've posted a few penis cakes already, especially the more creative ones. Well, this party didn't have a penis cake. They used cupcakes instead, complete with a cheap male stripper cut-out.

It was definitely handmade, and after studying it for a few seconds, I figured out how to make one:

1. Save a few pictures of muscular men.

2. Print them in black and white. (note: if you want it just like the picture, then use a low dpi resolution setting for your printer).

3. Take a pair of scissors and cut out the men.

4. Tape or glue cardboard to the back of the picture so it's not so flimsy.

5. Glue the picture/cardboard to a popsicle stick.

6. Stick in cupcake.

7. Enjoy! You just saved the bachelorette party the trouble of getting a penis cake!


Disclaimer: I'm not responsible for rude or snarky comments made about the quality of your male stripper cupcakes.

One-night Stand with a Nurse

Earlier this summer, I met a nurse named Krysten at a bachelorette party. She was 26, had long chestnut hair, and her blue eyes contrasted with her tanned skin. She wore a black one-piece dress that showed off her long legs. Basically, most men in this world would line up for a moment with her.

The bachelorette party consisted of six girls also in their 20's, and it took place in a two-story beach house in Florida. The girls had me show up in a cop outfit to surprise the bride. I did my regular stripping routine and the girls enjoyed taking body shots and whip cream off of me. Their excessive drinking further fueled their enthusiasm for these activities. When one dastardly girl sprayed a little too much on my mouth, Krysten took the pleasure in licking it off, kissing me in the process and commenting how horny she was in front of her friends. It must have been the alcohol talking.

Therefore, I wasn't surprised when Krysten offered to walk me out when I finished my performance. She helped gather my belongings and walked with me downstairs where it was dark. We were alone, and we talked while I started to put on my clothes (I wasn't going to drive home in my police costume). She told me about her friend's upcoming wedding and how she didn't want to be the only single girl there. "Maybe you can be my date," she joked. 

"That would really surprise everyone," I said, grabbing one of my button-down shirts out of my bag. "I'd do it." 

She laughed. "Oh my God! They would be in shock."

"But I'm sure you'll have a date by then."

"No... I won't." 

"You will, but let's trade numbers. If you don't have a date by then, call me and I'll be your date."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll be your date," I replied.

"That would be so awesome!" she said.

I grinned as I put my shirt on. "So where would I stay during the wedding?"

"In my hotel room, of course."

"Oh? So would we be sharing the same bed?"

"That's up to you," she said, leaning towards me. "Here, let me help you with that..." She began to button my shirt. She couldn't even fasten the first button before we embraced into a kiss. She paused for a moment. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this..."

I couldn't believe I was doing this, either. She looked so hot. That black dress clung tightly to her frame. Her perfume smelled sweet. Her tongue caressed mine in such a soft and passionate way. I grabbed her ass, which felt round and firm.

Krysten's hand reached down and unbuttoned my pants. Then her hand reached in and grasped the front of my thong, massaging my cock, which was bulging more and more against the fabric. She pulled it thong down, freeing my hardening member, and began stroking me. I longed to be inside her.

The girls upstairs, unaware of our presence below, burst into laughter about something. It was enough to distract us.

"What if someone comes down?" I asked, looking up the stairs.

"Here," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to a nearby bedroom. "Just letting you know: I never do this."

I have lost count how many times I heard that line throughout my years as a male stripper.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Krysten shut the door, pulled her dress off, and sat down on the bottom half of a bunk bed. Only a thong remained on her. I removed my clothes, including my thong and climbed into bed with her.

We resumed kissing again, this time with more passion. I began sucking on her breasts, which were small, but round and perky. I traced my hand between her legs, feeling the mesh fabric of her thong, and the outline of her pussy beneath. Pulling the thong aside, I gently touched her clit. She moaned.

"I never do this..." she repeated between bouts of kissing.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered.

"No..."

I sat up and grabbed the side strings of her thong and began tugging downwards. She thrust her hips upward, as if willing me to remove her underwear and have my way with her. Once I removed it, I spread her legs, and began kissing her inner thighs, which felt firm, yet smooth as silk. I worked my way upwards slowly until I was between her legs. Just as I tasted her, she moaned and bucked her hips in pleasure.

When I began licking her clit, she grabbed my hair by a fistful and pulled me forcefully towards me.

"Oh my God. You're so good. You do this all the time."

I said nothing, but continued on, sticking a finger inside. She was so wet that it slid in with ease. I tasted and fingered her in a steady motion. Her hips thrust towards me in pulsating response. Her gasps became deeper, and her moans became more audible. I wondered if the girls upstairs could hear. As Krysten climaxed, she pulled my hair with one hand, and dug her nails into my arm with the other.

"That was amazing," she gasped. "You must do this to girls all the time."

I did not reply to that.

"So what do you want me to do?" she asked, caressing me with her right hand.

"I want you to suck my cock," I said.

"Lay down," she said.

She grabbed my semi-hard cock, and wrapped her lips around it. I could feel her tongue swirling on the head. She slowly went downward, the moistness of her mouth feeling ever more amazing. Her saliva glistened down the shaft of my cock. Her mouth couldn't go very far down the length of my cock, but she used her saliva as a lubricant and used her hand to stroked me while she bobbed up and down with her mouth. She was good at this, and by now, I was painfully hard and wanting more.

Krysten stopped for a moment and said, "I can taste your pre-cum."

"Get on top," I said, reaching for a condom.

She complied, swinging a leg over. "I bet you do this all the time," she said, but nonetheless, began rubbing her wet pussy up and down the shaft of my cock. She lifted herself off of me enough so I could put on the condom. Then, she grabbed my cock and placed the head against the threshold of her pussy.

I entered very slowly at first. She gasped and winced as she slid down inch by inch. Even with the condom, I could feel her tightness. "You feel so good," I told her. "If I weren't wearing a condom, I would be cumming inside you right now."

Krysten bit her bottom lip. "Don't tempt me..."

She eventually eased herself into a steady rhythm. I grasped her small waist while she rode me. She had some very sexy abs on her midsection, that widened just perfectly into a set of firm hips. She was definitely the hottest girl at the party.

After a few moments, I flipped her onto her back, and began fucking her in the missionary position. I was getting close to cumming, and Krysten could tell.

"I want you to cum all over me," she said.

Hearing her utter those words gave me a brief image of her coated in cum, and that turned me on even more. I continued thrusting until I felt the pressure build up and I was on the verge of exploding. Then I pulled out and took the condom off just in time for the first load to spurt out and glanced off the side of her face, mostly landing in her hair. The second one overshot her, and landed somewhere on the bed sheets. The subsequent loads coated her chest and midsection. It looked like white frosting on her tanned skin.

"Wow. That feels really hot!" she said, stroking my leg. "I mean it feels hot, but it's your cum feels hot as in really warm."

I put the head of my cock against her clit, and slowly milked the rest of my cum out there. I shuddered as the sensitivity overtook me.

After I recovered, I got up to fetch a towel to help Krysten clean up. We talked for a bit, and that's when I found out more about Krysten, such as her age and occupation. During a pause in our conversation, she fell asleep.

I woke her up after a few minutes to announce that I was leaving. I had work (my actual day job) the next day and was only going to get a few hours of sleep at this rate. She got up and walked me to my car. On the way out, one of her friends, who was sitting outside talking on the phone, gave us a look of shock.

"Great!" Krysten said. "Now I'm going to have the reputation of being the girl who had sex with the stripper."

"And you care what others think?" I asked her.

Apparently, she did. Nevertheless, she walked me to my car. We talked about going on a date later, but she still seemed flustered about her friend seeing us.

"Text me when you get home, so I know you arrived safely," she said, kissing me once more. "I worry about things like that."

I left and texted her when I arrived home as promised.

The next day, she replied, "We all had a great time last night. I don't remember what I said to you last night, because I was drunk. Good luck with everything."

I never heard from her again. I'm guessing she was embarrassed about her friends finding out about our after-party tryst. I wish it was something more than a one-night stand because she was extremely gorgeous, but there are more parties and more girls on the horizon.

Podcast: Male Stripper Zane Interview

Male stripper Zane gives a podcast interview on the male stripping industry and his unique journey. Grab a cup of coffee or whatever it is you drink, because the interview lasts about an hour and a half. 

Here's the link to the site: 

http://tantrapunk.com/divine-male-stripper-tells-all-tpp66/

And the to the actual mp3 of the interview (note: you'll have to wait a few moments for the intro music to play through): 

http://tantrapunk.com/audio/tpp-66-stripper-zane-.mp3

Still Stripping...

This will be a short update. 

Basically, I think I have carpal tunnel on my left hand. I cannot open it without pain. I can still lift weights somewhat, as long as I don't move my thumb around. Typing is out of the question, however. Isn't that strange?

That's why my updates have trickled to a complete stop. It's getting better though. I still have to wear a brace.

Stripping work is stronger than ever. I'm barely keeping up with the bookings, but I can't complain about the money. It is a challenge to strip with a hand brace (pictured below). I'm very hesitant to hoist girls up and around like before, so my performances haven't been 100 percent, but I don't think my audience has noticed.

I'll definitely have more updates once my hand gets better.  

This party plastered some temporary tattoos on my ass.

Georgia Peach

Last weekend on my way to a birthday party, I got behind an S.U.V. that had "Florida Bound" written across the back window, and the license plate depicting the state of Georgia. We were both heading towards Panama City on a four-lane highway.

As I passed the S.U.V., the driver honked the horn many times. I looked over and saw several girls waving at me as they sped up and passed me. Then they slowed down. I decided to play along with them, so I passed them, honked the horn of my truck, and flexed my bicep as I passed them again. They cheered.

A few minutes later, they honked the horn at me and passed me again. This time when I looked over, the driver had pulled her bikini top down and was shaking her bare breasts at me. I gave her a thumbs up, considering that a more-than-fair trade.

At the next stop light, the S.U.V. pulled up next to me in the left lane. The passenger handed me a sticky note. I opened it up and it had the driver's phone number along with her first and last name for Facebook.

That was the most interesting way I had ever gotten a number off a girl.

Single for a Reason

Life has been busy lately, especially with stripping. It's the busy season for my area, which is April through May.

I'll share something that happened in April.

I performed at a bachelorette party full of ladies that worked in a cosmetic surgery center together. That meant every lady their had an incredible boob job, and diving in between those perky fun breasts for cash has never been funner, although I met more push resistance from the silicone than usual.

The show went well, as the ladies seemed satisfied with my act, and they tipped me handsomely for it. Afterwards, two of the single girls from the crowd invited me out with them to the clubs. I graciously accepted since the club was within walking distance of the resort hotel where they were staying.

It turned out to be a short outing for me. 

One of the single girls (we'll call her Amanda)--a short blonde with breast implants that resembled two balloons ready to burst out the front of her dress--decided she wanted to go home early to let her dogs out. Amanda was staggering about and could not stand up straight without swaying. Her coworkers and friends rejected the idea of her driving, but she insisted that she was fine.

Several coworkers offered to drive her, but Amanda refused, stating that she did not want to leave her car behind. Amanda and her friends were at an awkward stalemate.

I cut in, offering to take Amanda home while getting a cab back to the resort. The other girls didn't mind this idea, especially when I offered to call when Amanda got home safely and I was on my way back. After bantering back and forth with her friends, Amanda finally relented to my idea.

I really didn't want to take her home, but I wasn't fond of the possibility of her killing herself and some other innocent bystanders. Thus, I drove her home.

On the way, we engaged in strained small talk, at least on my end. We had very little in common. I had to dig through the depths of my social repertoire, which was molded from years of performances and public speaking, to hold a decent conversation with this girl. Maybe she was shy, or just drunk, but she had little interesting to say about anything. 

She did lament about her single status, though. "I just moved here and the dating pool sucks in this area. I went on a few dates from Tinder and those didn't pan out well."

When we arrived at her house, Amanda used her phone to get an Uber taxi cab for me. She invited me inside while I waited for the cab to arrive.

As we entered her house, she said, "I never bring guys here that I had just met..."

I nodded, figuring that she had brought several guys before me home, but somehow wanted to make herself sound more reserved and conservative than her current actions dictated. 

 

"Let me introduce you to my roommate. I think he's on the back patio." 

We wandered to the back patio where a guy was sitting on a lawn chair and smoking hookah. He stood up and greeted Amanda with a peck on the lips, indicating that they've been much more than mere roommates on several occasions. Then he turned and greeted me in a jovial voice. We talked, and he was pleasant enough. He was much easier to talk to than Amanda.

Before I could get settled in, my Uber cab arrived. Amanda offered to walk me out to the front and gave me a hug. I felt her silicone breasts push against me like a pair of water balloons.

The uber driver, a middle-aged lady, commented how we made a cute couple. I thanked Amanda for getting the cab and hugged her once more before departing.

On the way back, the uber driver said, "Did you just meet her? You look great together."

"We met a few hours ago. I just drove her home because she was a little too tipsy."

"Oh, I love stories like these! I could tell that girl was really into you. I could see it in her eyes."

"Really?" I said in wonder, because I didn't notice such a look from Amanda.

"Ooohhh, yeah. Honey, I've been doing this for a while. I can tell. That girl had doe eyes for ya... So are you going to see her again?"

"Probably not."

"Oh, why not?" the cab driver asked in dismay.

"She's not my type," I answered.

Bachelorette Party Souvenirs

Over the years, bachelorette parties have given me many souvenirs and trinkets to take home in addition to tip money. These have included custom t-shirts, penis straws, penis whistles, koozies, condoms, necklaces, bracelets, feather boas, various hats, sex toys, thongs, panties, and much more shit that I didn't really need. 

Here's a small collection of things I've received over the last month:

What do I do with these? 

Easy. I pass them out at future bachelorette parties as souvenirs. As for the panties, I can give them as a gift to an intimate girlfriend--and the best part is that I didn't have to pay for them!

Salary for April 2016

For those of you who have asked me questions in the past about a male stripper's salary, you're in a for a treat. I'm actually going to share some info on what I made in April, which is peak season for my neck of the woods. The amount consists of my initial deposit the customer pays me plus tips.

In April of 2016, I performed at 13 parties and made approximately $2,900. These parties took place primarily on Fridays and Saturdays. They were mostly bachelorette parties with maybe a birthday party or two in the mix. All of the clients were female. 

All in all, not bad for working only on the weekends, and it combines well with my salary from my day job.

I could have made more, but I turned down a total of 8 parties because of schedule conflicts (with either my day job or prior engagements). Therefore, it was easily possible to have made over $4,000.

Keep in mind that this does not reflect the industry average. There IS NO industry average. Each and every male stripper out there makes a different amount. Some guys are more popular, some are not. Some may live in areas where they get too few bookings, while others have multiple bookings a night. Some guys do gay-for-pay, which substantially increases the payload, while others like me only stick with female clientele. 

For those of you who are also in the industry, feel free to share your numbers.

 

A Thief at the Party

Women rarely steal from their stripper -- at least from my experience. Sure a few girls tried to swipe my handcuffs as a souvenir, but never anything beyond that.

Two weeks ago, a girl at one of my bachelorette parties attempted to swipe all of my tip money. This party was rather large for a private one, numbering at approximately 27 girls. 

The bride's mother hired me, paid me the deposit up front, and even supplied the additional tip money. She cashed out four stacks of ones. The girls distributed this to me in a chaotic manner, often "making it rain" on me, so I could do little to keep track of it all. After my show, a kind family member, the bride's aunt, gathered all of my tip money and placed it in a pile next to my clothes. It was a substantial amount.

Before I donned on my clothes and collected my tip money, I posed with the bride for a few one-on-one photos. After taking a few pictures and hugging her one final time, I went to where my clothes and money pile was... The clothes laid there in a heap, but the money was gone.

I asked the bride's aunt if she moved the tip money. She looked appalled. "I thought I had put it all right here! Who took it?" She inquired around on my behalf. A few other girls joined her. 

I waited patiently for a few minutes, and finally a young short girl with chestnut hair dropped a wad of bills in front of me. It looked noticeably smaller than the pile the bride's aunt had gathered earlier. I stared at her, but she avoided my gaze and sauntered off quickly. My gut feeling told me that she was the thief, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I had my suspicions at this point, but that was it.

The next day I counted the tip money, and it was only 38 dollars. Judging from the stacks of ones that the bride's mom pulled out for me initially, I knew this was not the correct amount. So I called her and explained everything. Usually I wouldn't make a big deal, but if there was a girl taking the tip money, that means that she was not only stealing from me, but she also stole from the bride's mom, because it was her money in the first place.

The bride's mother listened to everything and said, "Well, in addition to the you should have about 62 dollars in tips, because you left 38 of it behind with me."

"I only have 38 dollars in ones, so there's some that's unaccounted for." I proceeded to tell her about how the money disappeared for a few minutes and about the girl who brought it back in a smaller amount.

"Do you know who it was?"

I described the girl in question, but since there were 27 people in total, my description didn't narrow anyone down for her. 

"Personally, it's not a large amount for me to fuss over," I said, "but I just wanted to give you and your daughter a heads up that one of her friends may have ill intentions. I just hope I'm wrong and I apologize for the inconvenience."

"No. Thanks for letting me know." 

I have done hundreds of parties, and this hasn't been a problem in the past. Usually if there's money left behind, it's my fault because I didn't gather all the bills up thoroughly and left the occasional stray ones that somehow fell to the floor and went under tables and couches. 

This is the first time I had someone try to steal money from me. Hence I prefer smaller parties -- easier to manage the crowd while keeping track of my belongings.

 

A Quick Note

April and May are busy months for stripping --- at least in my area. So combining my day job and the evening strip shows of spring, I haven't had much time to sit down and write much, because I've been motorboating some boobs and teabagging some brides.

A lot has happened, though, and I'll touch up on the highlights during the next update with some possible pics.

For now, I just want to say that I no longer plan on using Twitter. I never really liked it much in the first place, considering I'm not one to condense what I have to say down to a few words.

I'm also phasing out Facebook. Many pervs have been adding me on there and harassing me. The fans have been great, but it's the nasty ones who ruin everything. Seriously, when a granny sends me pics of her vagina and several guys send me unsolicited pics of their dicks, it's time to move on. These are things that cannot be unseen.

That leaves Instagram. I'm still using that and check it almost daily. So feel free to add me there.

You can also e-mail me at either of the following:

sinistralmetal@yahoo.com

malestripperdion@gmail.com


Until the busy season is over, give me approximately a week to get back to you.

The P.U.A. Scam

The P.U.A. Scam

Over the years, many people have asked me if the tactics of pick-up artists (P.U.A.) work. In case you're wondering, there are several renowned pick-up artists such as Neil Strauss, Mystery, David DeAngelo, etc. Their followers, who often refer to themselves as the "seduction community," cite these guys as gurus to gaming women. These guys often ply the same tactics of going into a club setting and approaching as many women as possible. Based on my experience as a male stripper who has had his fair share of sex, I find a lot of advice from these self-proclaimed PUAs to be absolute horseshit.

The whole attraction concept is very subjective, so PUA can never be a concrete science. The whole PUA process revolves around the consumer (the guy who can't get laid) buying into the PUA products (seminars, books, videos, etc). The self-proclaimed gurus sell these seminars or books at inflated prices with the promise that you'll improve your "game."

Sound ridiculous? Because it is.

Let's take a quick glance at these gurus so you can see for yourself: 


Neil Strauss

I'll start with Neil Strauss, the author of The Game. I've actually read that book at the recommendation of someone who follows my blog, and disappointment is a weak word to describe my feelings. In his book, Strauss claimed that he was the second-best pick-up artist in the world, only surpassed in gaming skills by his mentor who is referred to as "Mystery." Yeah, I rolled my eyes too. I need to take him along to a male revue and we'll see how well being the "second-best" in the world fares at picking up women there.

Just for laughs, here is a video of Neil Strauss spewing his bullshit:

Now for you naysayers who claim that Neil Strauss can get women---that's certainly true. However, keep in mind that he interviewed stars for the Rolling Stones magazine beforehand, then he became a best-selling author. Having achievements like those help. However, take those away from him and stick him on Tinder and let's see how many swipes he's going to get.

He currently has a business website that offers men advice on dating. It's called Neil Strauss' Stylelife Academy. Save your time and money by ignoring it.


Mystery

Here's Neil Strauss's mentor:



The No. 1 P.U.A. in the world, according to Strauss.

Maybe it's because I live in the rural South, but this guy would get his ass kicked if he tried to romp around my neighborhood parading around like that. In case you're wondering why Mystery is wearing black fingernail polish, steam-punk goggles, and eyeliner, Neil Strauss refers to this whole absurd manner of dress as "peacocking." In other words, you dress outlandishly to catch the attention of all the women in the room. I hope Mystery didn't scam too many people out of their money by preaching this shit.

For entertainment purposes, here's another pic of him dressed as a gothic Cat in the Hat:

David DeAngelo

Moving on, let's discuss David DeAngelo, also known as Eben Pagan. While he's not quite as popular as he once was in the early 2000's, he used to be one of the most prominent figures in the seduction community and released a successful e-book called, "Double Your Dating." I'll spare you the entire book and sum up the two main points: Be cocky and funny and don't be a wimpy nice guy. Got it? Good. You just saved yourself some money, because those are really those only two points in the whole book, followed by numerous examples.

What sets David DeAngelo (I mean, Eben Pagan) apart from the other two is that he's actually a pretty shrewd marketer. He enlisted Ebaum's World--back when it was a popular media site--to advertise his e-book, and he mass-promoted to young college-age males across the internet. In fact, he gives marketing advice right here:



Yep, that's David DeAngelo above. So if you want to follow his advice from "Double Your Dating," then hit on many women as possible, be cocky, be funny, and don't be a wuss while doing so. Wait... so you're not a cocky or funny person? That's okay. Just fake being something you're not! Women will never pick up on forced arrogance and humor.

Roosh V

I'm not going to spend too much time discussing this guy. He self-published books on his sexcapades, whether they're true or not is debatable, and he received widespread criticism from various media outlets, which label him as a "sex tourist," "rapist," and "misogynist."

In a nutshell, this guy gets a lot of negative press. Therefore, I really don't need to elaborate on what other journalists had already covered. Judging from the forums and such, it seems that women abhor this guy, while his followers consist of creepy millenials.

Overall, the PUA market is lucrative industry. There are many men more desperate than ever to spend their money on whatever will get them a relationship or get them laid. I can sympathize because I fell into this category at one point in my life (minus the spending money part because I was too cheap). But if you want to attract women, these guys are not the answer. Unless the advice is about making improvements to yourself via exercise, career, mental health, finance and motivation, then I advice you steer clear of most of this PUA garbage out there.

Twilight of Stripping Career

I'm back from my hiatus, so please excuse the lack of updates. 

Long story short, I've considered hanging up the G-strings and the costumes for good soon. I may be taking on a new job that will require more of my time this summer. If that happens, I can no longer strip. That's not a bad thing, really, because the new job would pay more.

Furthermore, I'm turning thirty-five this year. While many of my customers assume that I'm in my 20's, I definitely feel like I'm in my 30's. I'm starting to get various joint and ligament pains, and have to warm-up and stretch extensively to avoid injuries. The wear and tear from both the gym and my strip shows have also done a number on my knee. I can no longer squat heavy without pain, and hoisting up heavier girls is a thing of the past. Now I can see why many professional athletes retire in their 30's and 40's.

When I began stripping in 2003 at the age of twenty-one, I had never imagined I'd be in the industry this long. I thought that it was just a brief stint in college, but I always returned to it even when I started working professional jobs. I tried quitting, but agents always called me again because they could find no other steady replacement in my area. How could I turn down easy money like that? Stripping was always something that I could do on the weekends in secret to earn that extra buck, not to mention, give me opportunities to meet and party with beautiful women.

This job has changed me for the better, I believe. It has boosted my confidence and sense of well-being. It has also made me wiser with social interactions, considering the dynamic social nature of the job. Stripping also introduced me to various threesomes, interesting girlfriends, and lucrative job offers over the years. I've stripped in mansions, dingy hotel rooms, beach condos, trailers, Hollywood movie sets, restaurants, clubs, and even on the beach in broad daylight.

Thirteen years is a long time for a job, and I feel my motivation for working these parties is not as strong as it once was. I still love the job, but it will soon be time for me to move on.

If I was given a choice to go back in time and do it all over again, I definitely would! However, I'm glad that I developed various professional work skills and didn't get trapped into solely working in the stripping industry. As I'm getting older, I'm still looking forward to what else lies on the horizon.

Until I get my new job, I'll keep stripping on the side a little while longer. It has been a good run so far. 

A Brief Hiatus

I apologize for the lack of updates. The new year has brought an excess of activity in my life, especially regarding my day job. Therefore, I currently have little time to write stories, articles, and update this blog.

This busy schedule will last until mid-February. Afterwards, I plan on updating and writing again.

In the meantime, "Behind the G-String" is now $0.99 on Kindle, and the paperback version of "American Stripper" is reduced to $9.99 if you haven't already picked up a version of either.

Enjoy.