Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older.
John was a fairly average guy. He had graduated college, gotten an entry level job in his field of study. The main problem was the pay. Associates starting off we're paid a ridiculous low wage. It was more of a test to see if the new hires were really interested in sticking with the firm, which John was. He knew if he stuck it out he would move up the corporate ladder quickly and that meant substantial pay increases quickly too.
He and Samantha had been dating for over two years. They were very serious about each other but both knew it was absurd to rush into marriage while they were just getting started in their respective jobs. They were both comfortable with their extended engagement as were their families. They had met each other's family's many many times and even spent vacations together.
In the meantime John had had several part time gigs just to help pay the rent and buy food. But they took a lot of his time and didn't pay much.
Bill, a friend who also was a new hire at his firm always seemed to have extra cash and lots of extra time to play tennis or other activities.
One day John, out of curiosity, asked Bill how he managed all this on the poor salary they were being paid.
Bill responded with a smile, "You probably don't want to know my friend."
John gave him a look and said, "Try me, I'm getting desperate to earn some money just to make ends meet."
"Ok man but you gotta promise this doesn't go any further than the two of us, ok?" Bill said.
All kinds of underworld activities popped into Johns head. Was it the mob or drugs, what the heck could it be?
Bill continued, "I work for an agency that hires me out for 'special' events and I can make in one night three times what I make here in a week."
"Woh! what do you have to do for that amount of money?" John asked.
"Look at me. I'm a decent looking guy with a fit body," right he asked.
"Yes I guess I never thought of you like that but you're ok looking," why?
"This agency hires me out to women's groups like, bachelorette parties or events like women's smaller conventions. You know things like that," Bill responded.
"Ok I'll bite, what do you do at these events or parties?" John asked.
"Now what the hell do you think a good looking well built guy would do at these events? I strip for the ladies. I entertain the women. That's what they want to see." Bill said.
"You can't be serious dude! You actually strip in front of these women? And they like it?" John's questions rolled off his tongue.
"Yes to both questions. They really get into it. Some of them go fucking crazy like they have never seen a naked man. And the best part, the tips. Those are yours to keep. And the better the show the better the tips, it's fucking fantastic." Bill continued.
"That's unbelievable to me. I can't imagine women paying to see a guy strip. I know guys do it all the time but I never even considered women did it too." John pondered.
John continued, "But aren't you afraid you'll be recognized by some of these women."
"Nah, and besides you can wear a mask to cover some of your face if that's a problem. And this is a big city and the probability of running into someone you know is improbable." Bill said.
"Gosh I don't think I could ever have the balls to do that but thanks for the information my friend," John said.
"No problem. But if you change your mind here the agency's card. Just use my name if you end up calling so they know you're on the level. Besides I get a $1000.00 bonus if I recommend someone and they end up hiring you. I'd be willing to split that with you if you decide to try it," Bill said as he walked off to his desk.
John kept rolling it over in his mind. One minute he was convinced he'd try it and the next minute nah he could never do that. But then again $500.00 right off the bat, how could he refuse that! Decisions, decisions.
After a week of careful consideration John called the agency and told them his friend Bill had given him their card. After some basic questions an appointment was set up to meet
John arrived at the address he was given and told the receptionist that he was to meet with Sue.
He was ushered into a plush office and asked to have a seat.
"Hi you must be John, I'm Sue the manager here, nice to meet you."
John replied, "Same here and nice digs, I wasn't expecting such an impressive place." Realizing what he just implied John quickly apologized saying, "That didn't come out right, I didn't mean anything by that."
Sue laughed, "We get that a lot in our business. Some of the people in our line of work can be less than respectable. But we're a very respectable organization here."
"That's very comforting, to be honest I was a bit apprehensive about doing this," John related.
"Ok questions, concerns anything I can clarify for you," Sue asked.
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Sue cut him off telling him," When you strip? You want to know if you have to get completely naked? Is that your question John?"
"Yes, that's what I was trying to ask," John answered.
"John it a depends on the event, the women and the mood. Every event will be different. It's a matter of what the group wants from the dancer," Sue relayed. "But normally the more naked you get the more money you'll make in tips, now that's a given. We've had guys make as much as $1000.00 a night. But again that's different with eachβββββbody style, I guess is the best way to put it."
"Body style, I'm not sure I know what you mean by that," John questioned.
"Putting it bluntly John, the more endowed the guy is, the more liked he is by the women, garnering him bigger tips," Sue said. "No pun intended."
"Got It Sue, sorry I was so slow to pick up on that."
"While we're on the subject," Sue said, "I need to ask you some personal questions, if you're ready?"
"Sure go ahead ask away, why not," John chuckled.
"Ok here we go, what size penis do you have? Are you circumcised? Do you shave your pubic hair, penis and balls? Is your butt crack smooth or harry?" Sue asked.
"Wow, you get right to it don't you?" John said. "I'm rather well endowed, 9 and a Β½ inches, and I am circumcised. I shave everything and I believe that answers the last question too."
"Do I pass the test?"
"Well if you're telling me the truth you most certainly do pass this test," Sue implied.
"So I now have to prove to you what I just said. Get naked in front of you? That's totally embarrassing." John quipped.
"If you can't get naked in front of one woman, how in the hell are you going to do it for a group of women." Sue asked.
After thinking about what she just said, she had a point. If he couldn't get naked for her how in the world could he do it for a group.
"Ok I see your point. So should I just undress here?
"Well you're auditioning to be a stripper so let's see you apply those skills," Sue said, as she turned on some accompanying music.
John stood up and started slowly gyrating his hips and unbuttoning his shirt. He continued this pattern, turning his back to her when he undid his pants and they fell to the floor. He now stood with his ass pointing toward Sue in only his boxer briefs. He suggestively bent over to remove his pants from around his ankles and protrude his ass. With the music he slowly turned and lowered his briefs teasingly up and down exposing some of his penis. With one swift movement he shoved his briefs off and flicked them towards her with his foot. He now stood totally naked in front of a stranger he had just met.
Sue stood and examined John's body closely, stopping at his crotch to admire his endowment. What a thing of beauty she thought. "Great, now can you turn around so I can see your naked butt?" She asked.
John turned his body away from her and was also turning a deep shade of red from being embarrassed.