As I mentioned earlier, I had a party on Saturday night. Nothing spectacular happened compared to the highlights from the previous post. The girls were extremely nice and hospitable, but also shy and reserved. Overall, it was a good night, but nothing happened worth writing about.
However, I have a few shows lined up for next Saturday on the 20th.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Highlights From Recent Parties
I've done several more parties lately. Here is a list of the crazier things that happened:
- A blonde girl, around 21, pushed me on the couch, climbed atop of me. She was wearing a mini-skirt, which hiked up her hips as soon as she straddled me, exposing her panties. Her friend started rubbing her crotch, which was situated right above my cock. The blonde and I exchanged numbers, but we never followed up with contacting. No big deal though. This happens a lot.
- At the same party as above, the girls pulled out whip creme and sprayed me with it. Then four girls surrounded me licked me clean at the same time. Next, the girls started spraying each other's cleavage, making me lick it off. They were young and pretty, so I was quite happy with this exchange. One pretty brunette and a hot black girl decided to take the party further. The brunettte pulled down her black girl's dress and bra and asked me to "suck on her titties." I sucked on her dark nipples and made out with her. The best part about this was that the girls paid me to be there.
- At another party, several girls conspired to rip my thong off. One of them succeeded. Several hands fondled me.
- On top of all that, these girls provided me with an abundance of food and drink. It's at times like these that I love my job.
- A blonde girl, around 21, pushed me on the couch, climbed atop of me. She was wearing a mini-skirt, which hiked up her hips as soon as she straddled me, exposing her panties. Her friend started rubbing her crotch, which was situated right above my cock. The blonde and I exchanged numbers, but we never followed up with contacting. No big deal though. This happens a lot.
- At the same party as above, the girls pulled out whip creme and sprayed me with it. Then four girls surrounded me licked me clean at the same time. Next, the girls started spraying each other's cleavage, making me lick it off. They were young and pretty, so I was quite happy with this exchange. One pretty brunette and a hot black girl decided to take the party further. The brunettte pulled down her black girl's dress and bra and asked me to "suck on her titties." I sucked on her dark nipples and made out with her. The best part about this was that the girls paid me to be there.
- At another party, several girls conspired to rip my thong off. One of them succeeded. Several hands fondled me.
- On top of all that, these girls provided me with an abundance of food and drink. It's at times like these that I love my job.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Fetish Shoot
I mentioned earlier that I modeled on the side. I decided to do fetish modeling as well.
This past weekend, I flew out out-of-state to star in three video scenes with an up-and-coming dominatrix. These videos were not porn, but they weren't exactly softcore either. For instance, I had to lick honey off of the dominatrix's bare feet and make out with her.
The producer of the videos explained to me that I was a lucky man, because many men would pay a lot of money to be in my shoes, licking honey off of a beautiful girl's feet and making out with her. I guess I am lucky---women pay me to take off my clothes as well.
This past weekend, I flew out out-of-state to star in three video scenes with an up-and-coming dominatrix. These videos were not porn, but they weren't exactly softcore either. For instance, I had to lick honey off of the dominatrix's bare feet and make out with her.
The producer of the videos explained to me that I was a lucky man, because many men would pay a lot of money to be in my shoes, licking honey off of a beautiful girl's feet and making out with her. I guess I am lucky---women pay me to take off my clothes as well.
Monday, February 8, 2010
February Party
During the first weekend of February, I stripped for the first time in a few years. It was also the first time I stripped with a sprained ankle.
A older man hired me to strip for his wife's fiftieth birthday at a bar in the countryside. I met him outside of the bar by his pickup truck, where he paid me. He told me that his wife, daughter, and their friends were all inside the bar. He also told me to place any drink I wanted on his tab. You gotta love Southern hospitality.
He noticed my sprained ankle at the last moment and asked what happened. I told him that I rolled on it thirty minutes prior to arriving. He didn't seem too happy to hear that, but I had already received the money. I assured him that his wife will have a great time. Only by being a male stripper could I get away with saying stuff like that. He nodded and told me to do a good job.
I went inside and was instantly bombarded by several women. They smelled me out right away, surrounded me, then touched and flirted with me. They led me to the birthday lady, who was sitting on a chair on the dance floor. A stripper pole stretched from the ceiling to floor next to her. I felt lucky, because I could grasp the stripper pole and chair for assistance, making up for my sprained ankle.
At least fifty people, both men and women, filled the small bar. As I stripped for the birthday lady, I was instantly surrounded by over a dozen women. They were groping me and stuffing my thong full of dollar bills. I felt a few hands squeeze my ass, caress my balls, and one even grabbed my cock. I felt something strike my chest with a thud, then looked down and saw a coin falling to the floor. I guessed one of the men decided to have a laugh at my expense. I overlooked his rudeness, because I had over a dozen women surrounding me.
After I ended the routine, I put on my clothes and stayed at the bar for awhile longer and talked with a few people. Everyone was nice to me. Then a man in a cowboy hat approached me.
"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Wayne (not real name) is outside waiting for you. He's wantin' to fight ya."
I shook my head in exasperation. "Let me guess. About a woman, right?"
"Yeah, he's pissed you were dancin' with his wife--" he said, then hurriedly continued when he saw I was about to say something--"Oh, I don't think you did anything wrong, man. His wife was the one who wanted to dance with ya. Wayne's just drunk and he's blamin' ya. I personally think he's bein' a dumbass."
I explained to the man that I didn't show up at these parties to steal some man's girl or start trouble, but if trouble came to me, then I was prepared to deal with it. The man nodded. I really didn't want to get into a fight, especially with a sprained ankle.
The old man who hired me approached us. He asked what was going on. The man in the cowboy hat explained everything. Apparently, Wayne was the old man's son-in-law. The old man appeared angry. "Come on," he said. "We'll walk you your car."
The old man and the guy in the cowboy hat accompanied me to my car. We did not encounter Wayne. The old man thanked me again for a job well done, then told me that his wife had a really great time. I thanked him for the hospitality.
With the combination of a sprained ankle and an angry redneck, I think that things can only get better from here.
A older man hired me to strip for his wife's fiftieth birthday at a bar in the countryside. I met him outside of the bar by his pickup truck, where he paid me. He told me that his wife, daughter, and their friends were all inside the bar. He also told me to place any drink I wanted on his tab. You gotta love Southern hospitality.
He noticed my sprained ankle at the last moment and asked what happened. I told him that I rolled on it thirty minutes prior to arriving. He didn't seem too happy to hear that, but I had already received the money. I assured him that his wife will have a great time. Only by being a male stripper could I get away with saying stuff like that. He nodded and told me to do a good job.
I went inside and was instantly bombarded by several women. They smelled me out right away, surrounded me, then touched and flirted with me. They led me to the birthday lady, who was sitting on a chair on the dance floor. A stripper pole stretched from the ceiling to floor next to her. I felt lucky, because I could grasp the stripper pole and chair for assistance, making up for my sprained ankle.
At least fifty people, both men and women, filled the small bar. As I stripped for the birthday lady, I was instantly surrounded by over a dozen women. They were groping me and stuffing my thong full of dollar bills. I felt a few hands squeeze my ass, caress my balls, and one even grabbed my cock. I felt something strike my chest with a thud, then looked down and saw a coin falling to the floor. I guessed one of the men decided to have a laugh at my expense. I overlooked his rudeness, because I had over a dozen women surrounding me.
After I ended the routine, I put on my clothes and stayed at the bar for awhile longer and talked with a few people. Everyone was nice to me. Then a man in a cowboy hat approached me.
"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
"Wayne (not real name) is outside waiting for you. He's wantin' to fight ya."
I shook my head in exasperation. "Let me guess. About a woman, right?"
"Yeah, he's pissed you were dancin' with his wife--" he said, then hurriedly continued when he saw I was about to say something--"Oh, I don't think you did anything wrong, man. His wife was the one who wanted to dance with ya. Wayne's just drunk and he's blamin' ya. I personally think he's bein' a dumbass."
I explained to the man that I didn't show up at these parties to steal some man's girl or start trouble, but if trouble came to me, then I was prepared to deal with it. The man nodded. I really didn't want to get into a fight, especially with a sprained ankle.
The old man who hired me approached us. He asked what was going on. The man in the cowboy hat explained everything. Apparently, Wayne was the old man's son-in-law. The old man appeared angry. "Come on," he said. "We'll walk you your car."
The old man and the guy in the cowboy hat accompanied me to my car. We did not encounter Wayne. The old man thanked me again for a job well done, then told me that his wife had a really great time. I thanked him for the hospitality.
With the combination of a sprained ankle and an angry redneck, I think that things can only get better from here.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Male Stripper Questions - Part 9
Here are some more questions. I have a backlog of plenty of other emails, so there will be more questions posted throughout the following week:
Question 1: Why are the events often for women only, is that the stripper’s preference or the organisers? - Paul
Answer: The stripper's preference usually determines whether he strips for females only. Personally, I prefer doing parties for only women, so I told my entertainment company that I only strip for women. From what they've told me, I don't think they get many inquiries from gay men, but that's probably because the number of gay men wanting a stripper is fewer than the number of straight females wanting a stripper.
Question 2: Have you every stripped in front of a mixed audience and did you mind doing so? Do other men every feel threatened by it all, knowing a muscular good looking man is getting lots of female attention while they have to wait around outside?
Answer: Yes to the first part of your question. I've done plenty of birthday parties where the birthday girl, her friends, and their husbands/boyfriends were present. One time, a frat guy hired me to strip for his girlfriend, and his friends and her friends were there. Most of these guys carried on a good nature about my interactions with the women. One guy hired me for his wife to celebrate an anniversary, and he told me to turn her on as much as possible. I don't mind doing these types of parties.
However, when a guy acts like an insecure dipshit, I mind. I stripped for a birthday girl once and a few guys were already there. Most of them went to the other room. One guy stayed behind and said to another girl, "If he makes a move on my girlfriend, I'm gonna kick the shit outta him."
I looked at him and said, "Talk all the shit you want, but put your hands on me and I'll fuck you up." The guy pretended not to hear, so I continued, "I'm not here to pick up on your girlfriend. If you're upset about losing your girlfriend to someone, then you should fix your insecurity, because that's what's gonna chase her away faster than anything else."
He said nothing and walked away into another room. His girlfriend didn't even follow him.
To answer your question, I don't mind as long as the men are easy going. However, girls tend to relax and have more fun when there are no other men in the room. Some men feel threatened while others simply don't care. Everyone prefers the latter.
Question 3: Do your girlfriends know you do this? If so what do they say? Sorry but i couldnt date a male stripper. - Tracy
Answer: If I become involved in a serious relationship, then I quit stripping. I find that partying with a group of girls while having a girlfriend to be both unfair and disrespectful.
I had quit stripping to pursue serious relationships before. I found it easy.
As for reactions to my experience, some girls didn't mind that I stripped and didn't make a big deal about it.
The worst reaction I've seen was when a college girlfriend of mine went through my computer and found some pictures of a few of my parties. She became furious even though she knew I stripped before. I, in turn, got pissed that she went through my computer files without my permission, disrespecting my privacy.
As for your personal tastes, Tracy, if you can't date a male stripper, then I see no problem with that. I wouldn't recommend it either!
Question 1: Why are the events often for women only, is that the stripper’s preference or the organisers? - Paul
Answer: The stripper's preference usually determines whether he strips for females only. Personally, I prefer doing parties for only women, so I told my entertainment company that I only strip for women. From what they've told me, I don't think they get many inquiries from gay men, but that's probably because the number of gay men wanting a stripper is fewer than the number of straight females wanting a stripper.
Question 2: Have you every stripped in front of a mixed audience and did you mind doing so? Do other men every feel threatened by it all, knowing a muscular good looking man is getting lots of female attention while they have to wait around outside?
Answer: Yes to the first part of your question. I've done plenty of birthday parties where the birthday girl, her friends, and their husbands/boyfriends were present. One time, a frat guy hired me to strip for his girlfriend, and his friends and her friends were there. Most of these guys carried on a good nature about my interactions with the women. One guy hired me for his wife to celebrate an anniversary, and he told me to turn her on as much as possible. I don't mind doing these types of parties.
However, when a guy acts like an insecure dipshit, I mind. I stripped for a birthday girl once and a few guys were already there. Most of them went to the other room. One guy stayed behind and said to another girl, "If he makes a move on my girlfriend, I'm gonna kick the shit outta him."
I looked at him and said, "Talk all the shit you want, but put your hands on me and I'll fuck you up." The guy pretended not to hear, so I continued, "I'm not here to pick up on your girlfriend. If you're upset about losing your girlfriend to someone, then you should fix your insecurity, because that's what's gonna chase her away faster than anything else."
He said nothing and walked away into another room. His girlfriend didn't even follow him.
To answer your question, I don't mind as long as the men are easy going. However, girls tend to relax and have more fun when there are no other men in the room. Some men feel threatened while others simply don't care. Everyone prefers the latter.
Question 3: Do your girlfriends know you do this? If so what do they say? Sorry but i couldnt date a male stripper. - Tracy
Answer: If I become involved in a serious relationship, then I quit stripping. I find that partying with a group of girls while having a girlfriend to be both unfair and disrespectful.
I had quit stripping to pursue serious relationships before. I found it easy.
As for reactions to my experience, some girls didn't mind that I stripped and didn't make a big deal about it.
The worst reaction I've seen was when a college girlfriend of mine went through my computer and found some pictures of a few of my parties. She became furious even though she knew I stripped before. I, in turn, got pissed that she went through my computer files without my permission, disrespecting my privacy.
As for your personal tastes, Tracy, if you can't date a male stripper, then I see no problem with that. I wouldn't recommend it either!
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