50th Birthday Party

On Saturday, I did a party for a lady turning fifty.

The party took place on the beach at a very nice hotel. I arrived in a police uniform (yet again). I duped the birthday girl into believing that I was a cop. She lightened up as soon as I started stripping for her. She was really pretty for fifty: great body, well-dressed, smooth skin, and fairly tan. Her friends looked great as well.

The other ladies only wanted me to focus on the birthday girl, so I did. She caressed me as I placed her on the couch and straddled her. She took a shot off of my abs. We danced on the floor. Next, we did some sexual poses as the other girls took pictures of us. One lady had a camcorder and videotaped us.

"Don't show these to my husband," the birthday lady said.

Another lady repeatedly hugged me and told me how hot I was. She was very beautiful, so I enjoyed her hugs. She kissed me on the cheek and on the neck several times. The birthday lady kissed me on the cheek as well.

As the birthday lady and her friend's flirtations became more abundant, a limo arrived to take the ladies out. They invited me, but I had errands to run in the morning, so I politely declined. I could have tagged along and had a blast, but I hated the idea of subjecting myself to the whim of the limo driver's schedule.

So as I left, the ladies packed me some food, drinks, and gave me some extra money. I love my job sometimes. Women pay me to party with them, and I get bonuses such as free food, drinks, and limo rides.

Christy's Party

I just got back from Christy's party about an hour ago. Good time and good money. What's even better was that I booked this show without an agent, so I kept all of the money.

I donned on my police uniform for the show, but the bachelorette knew I wasn't a cop right away because the county patches on the uniform were different. She freaked out when I stripped for her, much to the amusement of her friends. She squealed and covered her face and made a whole array of shrieks. She didn't want me on her.

About ten women and one man were there. The man was gay and he was the bachelorette's brother.

I made my rounds with the women. I fished out dollar bills from breasts, danced with them, and took pictures with them. I allowed the man to tip me a few dollars. Everyone seemed to have fun.

I think Christy had the most fun. I laid her spread eagle on the couch. She said to everyone, "It's been awhile since I was in this position with a man." I buried my face in her cleavage and licked her skin. Then I scrambled atop her and thrust my crotch near her face. She was all smiles.

I finished the party by doing a group picture. By now, the bachelorette wanted me to try and strip for her again, because she was ready this time. Perhaps she liked what I did to Christy. The other girls told her it was too late.

"But I freaked out earlier because that was my first time seeing a male stripper," she whined. "I'm ready now."

I thought about stripping for her again, but I put my clothes on instead. I wasn't feeling too well and wanted to get home. Besides, leaving a woman to desire more from a male stripper is a good thing.

Tomorrow's party will take place in Alabama.

3 Parties in a Week!

I just stripped for another group of Mississippi girls recently. They were rowdy, fun, and wild. One drunken brunette who looked around eighteen wanted to hook up with me, which is flattering if one overlooked the fact that she looked like she was going to puke from drinking too much. They also tipped well. I really wished all parties went this well. Nothing too boring and nothing too dramatic.

I have two more parties to go:

One party was a referral from my "Saturday, March 13th" blog. I received a random phone call from a girl named Christy saying that she wanted to book me. Apparently, the girls from the March 13th party enjoyed my performance and recommended me to their friend Christy. I must have given them a number, although I had forgotten at this point. Sometimes girls ask for my numbers for future parties. Christy sounded nice and she said she wanted me to dress as a cop.

I know very little about my other party though. I just know it's on the beach...as usual.

I also have some male stripper questions to answer and post up here, so keep checking back for updates.

Male Stripper Questions - Part 17

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Mississippi Party

I had to drive all the way to Mississippi to strip at a bachelorette party last weekend. I wore my cop outfit. The girl who hired me told me that I was not supposed to touch the bachelorette at all, because the bachelorette's soon-to-be husband was paying for me and he didn't want me touching his woman. This was the first time I heard such a request. My shows usually involve various levels of interaction. So basically, I was supposed to strip and dance...nothing more.

I arrived in my cop outfit. The whole party consisted of a few girls in their twenties, along with their mothers. I think the presence of the mothers ruined the atmosphere, because everything felt awkward. There was little talking, and everyone watched me with a stonefaced expression. I felt awkward.

I stripped, danced, and shook my ass in front of a few girls who seemed terrified of me. Next, the girls tied up a penis pinata to the ceiling. I lent them my police baton so they could bash open the pinata. Whenever a girl had her turn to strike at the pinata, I would place a blindfold on her and spin her in circles. Eventually, the bachelorette succeeded in breaking the penis pinata open, causing its contents of condoms and candy to spill out everywhere.

The girls hardly spoke with me throughout the party, which is rare, because most women ask me loads of questions. I thought they hated my presence. They packed a small bag full of candy and condoms for me to take home though.

Several days later, the girl who hired me sent me this surprise text message: "Just wanted to say thanks again for Saturday. They had a blast!"