Sunday, April 18, 2021

Lesbian Party

 Fairly recently, I was booked  for a birthday party for a girl who was described as "masculine and only into women." The customer went on to say that just about every girl there was gay, but they wanted to "change things up this time" by hiring a male stripper, as opposed to a female. I've been a male stripper for almost 20 years now and have seen many interesting things during this time, but even this was out of the ordinary.

Needless to say, I was intrigued. 

I arrived and pulled my typical cop routine act, and the birthday girl fell for it. Then once she realized I was a male dancer, she laid down on the sofa and spread her legs and told me to "hump" her. So, I did. Then, she felt my legs, which she commented were smooth (I shave), and my ass, to which she remarked how nice it was. She was incredibly into it.

After a few more minutes, she said, "I think I might be bi," and, "This is better than hiring a female stripper."

I was flattered... And curious. Therefore, I asked why that was.

"The other girls we hired either had saggy tits or looked like they were run ragged and hung up to dry," she answered. "I'm actually getting turned on."

Fair enough. 

The other girls were equally, if not more, motivated by my presence. Hands caressed my body, soft lips brushed across my skin, and eventually, someone pulled my thong down, exposing me to the entire room. Now this was where things became even more interesting.

The girls paused. Some flattered me with comments about my size. Others, stared in awe, as a few claimed to have only been with women and have never seen an actual penis up close and personal. One of the short-haired, macho-type girls asked if she could touch it. Well, this was uncharted territory for me.

"Go ahead," I said. 

She gently tapped it, then quickly retracted her hand and giggled. 

This produced a series of copy-cat behavior. Other girls wanted to feel, too. Two of the girls, I soon found out, were straight, and began taking turns jerking me off. The lesbian who initiated all this continued touching me, like a mischievous rascal, giggling all the while. She then produced 150 dollars, and handed it to me.

"Here's a tip," she said, "for showing us your cock... And letting me touch it. That was awesome!"

 Things started to get more interesting from there. The two straight girls began exploring my body more and more. Some of the lesbians, some of whom were extremely attractive, began indulging themselves with each other. The birthday girl sat back with a grin and enjoyed the show with a grin on her face. But before things ventured to far, I had to call an end to the festivities. At least for my participation, not theirs.

I had another party, for which I was now running a bit late to. I was disappointed (and so were two of the straight girls) to leave the fun, but I had a commitment I planned to keep. Besides, I've earned all the money I was going to here (which was A LOT). Now it was time to earn more money at the next party. 

 The life of a male stripper, I thought with irony. Enter a hedonistic fantasy any man would enjoy and leave when the fun really starts.