Edit of a fictional story with fictional characters all 18 or older. Some acts are taboo and might offend some readers. This is a second edit/proofing but does not guarantee that all errors have been found and corrected. Some parts have been changed from the original for continuity of the story. As always constructive comments on the story are appreciated.
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I had set off on a new business venture, weddings, and all the surrounding events are a cash cow. Add in other types of birthday parties and the market was even bigger. I wanted to focus or specialize in adult parties, there is less competition and the chance for more profits. Examples are bachelor, major birthday parties, men only, or stag parties they are sometimes called, they draw a bigger crowd more attendees. Sometimes they are golf or bowling buddies, or just friends and their friends wanting to have a meal, drinks, and get crazy with some strippers in a controlled environment, the market is there.
Women like to get crazy at bachelorette or birthday parties too. We have also found with them they sometimes use their grapevine of friends to round up others that want to party with strippers in a more controlled private environment too, so they just have a party, I call them Hen/Rooster party, but do not use that term with them. They have even fewer choices to do this, due to the relativity small amount of clubs catering to them. Remember there are more females on the planet than men, and yes it's true girls do want to have fun.
I even work with other planners that don't want to be known for the adult part of a party, and work under my name. I let them deal with all the other stuff, decorations, food, and dealing with a band that thinks they are the next Stones.
The event business has been growing like crazy. Unable to raise the kind of money I needed to have my own place, something I thought was important for the things I wanted to do. But that would saddle me with more responsibility. I cut a deal with a friend, a partnership of sorts. Even though he had just started in the business as well, and was still building bookings. He liked the food catering part, and its profit margins, and was good at it.
He had a converted elementary school on a lease-purchase option, using mostly the all-purpose room. It was near perfect for what both of us wanted to do, it had a kitchen as it was a cafeteria, gym, and auditorium with a stage. I was soon giving him the majority of his bookings, and I was then just focusing on the adult part. A stag party usually consists of a steak dinner and a bar. He takes that revenue in lew of rent, the bar part of one of these can be big for him.
He had to do renovations, in what I thought was a stroke of genius on his part he took the gym mats that were left hanging on the wall and had them recovered. He had found out how loud the room was from crowd noise with them down. Now they actually help to improve the look of the room and absorb some of the noise.
My wife agreed to help with my part of the joint venture, and we set up a business to provide what is needed for bachelor or bachelorette parties, etc. She always loved them, letting her hair down with the strippers, sometimes even losing her bra and panties. We are an open couple sex-wise so as a couple the business was a good fit. My ideas were partially based on props, I had designed and built props in school for the drama department.
The biggest challenge we found was finding the right people to work for us and had to use agents to provide them at first. Most of the people out there running businesses providing live adult entertainment, simply work as agents for male and female strippers, leaving everything else to the organizers. These agents were almost pimps, and some were a little shady, difficult, not to mention greedy, taking a deep cut of our profit margins.
One of the props I came up with was a glory hole set-up. It was inexpensive to make. It is not common at adult parties but yet became what made our bookings soar, and would be the biggest hit at the male parties. As far as the girls most wanted to see the hot guys they were interacting with, and have a touchy-feely thing with them. The downside of drinking and participating in adult activities in front of friends is that you may regret it later. At a lot of these parties when ladies have too much to drink, they can go from ladies to sluts. Things like losing a top during a blow job, or even showing most or all of themselves can be humiliating later.
The glory hole wall gave them the option to just enjoy sucking a stripper's cock in private. At a woman's party we need less staff for the wall, sometimes only the strippers, and someone to supervise, we call it a private show, and they can go back there with only a good friend or even by themselves.
As far as men are concerned, we don't care, we just want our cock sucked, and sometimes the parties are based on it, and the majority of men there take advantage of the opportunity. So we need a full staff, we always make sure we have an extra or two, some rookies can't take it, or one might get sick, we tell them it was bad cum, not their fault. Most are just attendants, but we sell them all as hot strippers. Having the anonymity they do, makes it easier for us to recruit glory hole attendants, less fit and older attendents are a possibility.
In a male's case the ability to get and maintain a hardon, sometimes with the help of cock rings, or even medication. For women the ability and willingness to suck a cock, any cock is the main focus. It does not take a hot chick for us guys to get off, we just imagine that it is. Give us a hole to stick our cocks through, and we will take a leap of faith and assume we are getting a hot female's mouth to take it, especially when we are drunk.
My wife Lilly ran the girls' parties, and I ran the stags. By the way, my name is Bartholomew, a kid's worst nightmare is inheriting a name like that. Bartholomew William Johns III. My grandpa took Bart as his nickname, my dad Bill, it did not leave me with a good choice, I tried John but it became John-John on its own I did not like that. I finally set on Barry, but with two sisters already calling me Bro, it just stuck as a nickname with most of the family.
We were up and running, and successful in bookings, It bothered me that the profit was cut into by the cost by the strippers' agent's added fees, which could be quite large, and at one point increased. The only way to increase profits was to find some of our own people to work for us, eventually even hiring from the ones that were being supplied to us, without fees we could both pay them more, and have a more healthy bottom line. This worked fine for the most part, but the men handling the girls were more hardcore, I guess they were just pimps that were a little more refined.
Lilly and I eventually decided to try to eliminate having to use a middle man all together. She is a good recruiter, she is Bi, and knows what appeals to both men and women. I think we were both aware of what we were getting into and had opened our marriage a little more. I had already confessed to her that I had to use some pimp tactics to pull some of my girls away from their agents. Even confessing to making love to a couple of the female strippers, they had a bigger job, and sometimes ended up in a private room with men that might not be very young or attractive. What I did with them was just to prove I cared for them, taking a page from a pimps age-old playbook.
