I've never written anything like this before, but I was encouraged by some friends of mine. Because of my line of work, I'm always telling crazy stories. My best friend Mark suggested I start writing them down, so now I'm sharing them with you. I thought I'd start with one of my most bizarre stories and see how it goes. So, without further ado, let me introduce myself. My name is Ryan, and I'm a male stripper.
I love my job. I really do. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist; always wanting to show off my body, so it's a good fit. A little bit about me: I'm 6'1, short brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic. I'm actually pretty fair skinned as far as strippers go. I've never been able to tan very well. Being a stripper means maintaining a pristine physique. It's actually a lot of work. I work out a lot and mostly stick to a strict diet. I may not have bulging muscles, but I have great abs and everything else is kept pretty tight.
I don't strip in a club or anything. I'm not a fucking Chip and Dale. I exclusively do parties. This means that I do a lot of birthdays and bachelorette parties. People pay extra for private parties. Just one show will pay my rent for the month and leave me with plenty left over. The story I'm about to tell you happened at a bachelorette party.
"But, Ryan, you're telling me that something interesting happened with a bunch of horny, drunk girls sitting in a room with a naked stripper?" I know. Seems obvious, right? Wrong! So fucking wrong. Not in a million years would you guess what I had to do at this party.
I didn't have a clue what I was in for either when I first arrived. All I knew going in was that there was going to be five women and that I might be asked to do a little something extra. The maid of honor was the one who had called me to set everything up. I told her I could possibly do something extra, but I would need to charge more. I'm not above doing things like that. I don't exactly whore myself out to whoever, but I will do it every so often. In fact, you would be surprised how many soon-to-be wives sleep with strippers during their bachelorette parties. Most people think that only men do that, but women are just as guilty.
The maid of honor told me that she was perfectly willing to pay whatever I wanted. So, I overcharged her a little, but I'm glad I did. Looking back, I probably could have charged her more.
I walked into the lobby of a very nice hotel around 11:00. The maid of honor recognized me from my ad photo and walked over to greet me. She was very attractive. Her body was kind of petite looking and she had pretty small tits, but she had the most wonderfully shaped ass; so round and firm that you just want to reach out and palm it in your hand. Her hair was one of those shades that's not quite red but not quite brown, and she was wearing a tight dress that cut off around mid-thigh, showing off a set of shapely legs.
"Are you Benjamin?" she asked.
"That's me," I said. No, I don't have a ridiculous stripper name. No, Benjamin is not my real name. The guy who got me into the business told me to go with Benjamin. He said it was a classy name and women would love it. He wasn't wrong.
The maid of honor took me upstairs. They had rented out two conjoined rooms for the night. She took me into one that was empty so I could get ready. I gave her the stereo I had brought with my music on it so she could go set it up. I use the same CD for every party I do for about six months before I switch to another one. While I was preparing, I could hear loud voices from the other room. They were all laughing and having a good time. That always makes my job easier. About ten minutes later, the maid of honor poked her head in to tell me that they were ready for me. I could tell that she was excited for the show by the tone of her voice.
I walked into the other room wearing a business suit and glasses. Like I said, women like a touch of class. The break-away dress pants I was wearing may have made it slightly less classy. The women all started cheering and whistling when I walked in. They were all visibly plastered, especially the bride-to-be.
I don't know if you've ever been to a bachelorette party or not, but there are, one hundred percent of the time, penises absolutely everywhere. There are penis-shaped glasses, penis hats, penis cakes, penis popsicles, penis ice cube trays.... Any novelty item that you could normally find in a party section of a store has a penis counterpart somewhere made for bachelorette parties. And, of course, the hotel room was chock-full of them. The bride was actually wearing a veil with tiny plastic penises attached to it.
I did a quick scan of the room, looking over all the horny, penis-lollypop eating women who sat in a semi-circle around the room. I was surprised to see that they were all pretty young. Not one of them could have been older than twenty three. I was twenty seven at the time, so it was always nice to be performing for someone closer to my own age for a change. More often than not, my clients are forty year olds having their "over the hill" birthday party. Don't get me wrong, I love mature women, but it's nice to switch things up every now and then.
Two of the girls sat on a couch together. One was a pretty brunette and the other was a blonde wearing entirely too much make-up. The maid of honor was sitting on the arm of a chair. And, in that chair, was a conservatively dressed blonde woman who didn't look too thrilled to see me walk in the room. As it turns out, she was the groom's sister. The groom's family was all very religious and she didn't seem to be very comfortable with the idea of watching her brother's wife with a stripper.
In the center of the room, sitting in an armless chair, was the bride to be. She was something else. She had dark brown hair and light blue eyes that tore at me like she was a fucking lioness. She was drunk and horny, which is always a good combination for me. I tilted my glasses down, looking over the lenses to make it clear I was checking out her body. This girl was stacked. A large pair of double d's were stuffed into her dress, leaving plenty of cleavage for me to see. She crossed one leg over the other making her dress ride up a little. She had some thick thighs too. Whoever built her put all the right parts in all the best places.
"So, I hear that Melany is getting married next week," I said. The girls cheered, and I started my show. I'll stick to telling you the key points of the show. I did my usual routine. I started off with a strip tease, going down to what is essentially a speedo, then I straddled the bride and gave her a sort of lap dance.
She got pretty handsy, but that's normal for what I do. Female strippers have the no touching rule, but male strippers usually don't. That's what the women pay for. They want to touch. At one point, I did have to pull her hand out from my pants. It's important to keep pace with these sorts of things. After giving the bride her lap dance, I went around the room, grinding on the other girls. They were all getting into it, except for the groom's sister. The other girls and I tried to encourage her on, but she was pretty stiff. I continued on with the show, doing my usual moves and saying my usual lines. It was a pretty good time all around.
I've worked a lot of bachelorette parties. I've gone to a few bachelor parties myself. I can tell you from experience that, when there's a stripper, bachelorette parties are much, MUCH filthier than bachelor parties, and I'm going to show you why. It all starts when the cock comes out. Once they see the dick, women at bachelorette parties transform into turbo-sluts.
