You may have seen in Magic Mike that the life of a male
They Were Bacon For More.
“I worked as a male ‘entertainer’ for about a year. The craziest thing I ever did was probably when I performed for a local farmer whose daughter was getting married soon. She had me and two colleagues carry around a small pig each while her and her friends kissed and caressed the pigs. It was a very weird experience, we spent 2/3 of the night looking after small farm animals in barely any clothing…”
Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Going On.
“In college my friend’s mom hired me and my friends to be the entertainment at her coworker’s birthday. I wasn’t in that business, but my friends and I made parkour videos and she said, ‘Just do something like that to wow people,’ and since I was broke and she gave me $300 I showed up figuring I’d wing it. But everyone was already trashed when I got there and all these older women were hitting on me pretty heavily. Friend’s mom kept encouraging me to lose the shirt and since I really didn’t know what to do to entertain them, I lost the shirt and took shots and did some horrific interpretation of a Magic Mike dance for the mother of a friend I’ve known since I was 14. I still can’t tell if I love or hate that memory.”
Peeno Grigio.
“I’m a nursing student and my instructor told me of a patient she had who came in with a UTI. He was a male stripper, and his thing was to cath himself and fill his bladder with wine, then use that to fill the women’s glasses.”
The Things That Happened Behind Closed Doors.
“Got a request for what I thought was a bachelorette party. She said this would not be a normal party, but didn’t want to go into further detail. I told her my rules, and she said that was fine so long as I would do what they asked she’d pay me a solid $2.5k. I show up and it seems pretty standard. McMansion in the middle of a high end suburb. The planner points to a room and says when I am ready, to go in there. I get ready. They requested all black leather, common for gay men, not for white women. I notice that it’s pretty cold as I approach the door, but figure it’s just me. I open the door and am greeted by a black curtain. I walk through and am on a small stage and it is COLD. There are about 40 women in the room all wearing heavy robes. I notice that the walls and the ceiling are painted black. The flooring is blood red as are all of the lights. I start to say ‘Well hello everyone’ when I am interrupted by a voice over the speakers that just says ‘You may begin.’ So I’m doing my thing, after a bit the women have gotten up and are crowding the stage. The music is loud, but I can tell there is no yelling, whistling, etc. They are all just reaching for me. Soon every single one of them is nude in this cold dark room. I see that some now have their hands on other women or themselves. A little time goes by then I see everyone has gathered around this large round thing. The planner opens it and it is filled with toys. Each woman grabs one. The planner has moved a chair right in front of the stage and a woman is eating her out. She tells me to stroke myself. Then she walks over and grabs my junk and says ‘We want you to cum on us.’ I fire into them and they love it. They kiss each other and share it as they lick it off one another. The planner then asks if I have to pee. I say ‘Well, yes actually. She says, ‘Whenever you are ready, let it flow.’ I make an attempt to get everyone, their moans are louder than when I came on them. The planner says I can go get dressed now (all while she is still surrounded by women pleasuring each other and themselves). In my room is a full spread of food, wine, and another $3k in cash on a silver platter, with a note that says “Thank you. Please take anything you wish before you leave.” I get an email a week later. The planner apologizes for deceiving me, saying it was apparently her and her friends annual all girl ‘party.’ And if I’m still in the business she’d like to have me back next year.”
“Mom??!!”
“I think the weirdest time was when I saw my mom at a bachelorette party. I showed up at some house in the middle of nowhere and when I saw her of course I wanted to just leave without doing anything for the party but she insisted I stay. I decided to do my routine and I thought I was nailing it until my mom started telling me things like ‘be gentle jakey.'”
A Whole Lot Of Nope.
“For these gigs it’s normal to get aroused. The one lady I was dancing for, the bachelorette, started sucking my d. This isn’t unusual. Her friend though pulls her off and before I know it her friend lands her a–hole onto my d. Then, it happens. She farts. The pain in my bladder was so intense I threw up and shat at the same time. The very drunk girls at the party began beating me calling me a sicko. Thankfully one of the more sober ones called an ambulance. I was on antibiotics for 3 weeks.”
Don’t You Think I’m Sexy?!
“I’m not a male stripper, but during my friend’s bachelorette party, the male stripper was surprised that none of us wanted to f–k him. Apparently that’s a common thing that happens.”
Oops, Misplaced Those Panties Again.
“Went to a Male Revue for my cousin’s birthday. What struck me most was that there was little restrictions on the behavior of the women. I briefly worked as a bartender at a go-go bar (lady dancers), and they were extremely vigilant about the male customers being aggressive. The women customers at the Male Revue were extremely handsy, shall we say. After the show, it sort of turned into a Roman orgy. Some highlights? After the show, the male dancers offered massages to the ladies. I was on the couch awkwardly squished between one of our party members dry-humping one of the dancers and another party member extremely relaxed, moaning, while a dancer massaged the hell out of her shoulders. Another of our party members ended up having sex with a dancer in a bathroom stall. One of our party members somehow ended up misplacing her underwear, and she was wearing a short skirt. One of the dancers was pulling her up on stage and she drunkenly slipped and fell on her butt with her legs splayed.”
Yup, No Regerts.
“A friend of mine got pregnant when she was 15, I was 16. She was forced to marry the guy who got her pregnant, so we threw a bachelorette party and ordered a stripper. The guy came, never asked our ages, then proceeded to dance around in his gold banana hammock and eventually fondled and dry humped every last one of our 15-16 year-old bodies. Sounds like an outline for a trashy chicklit story, but nope. It was fun, no regerts.”
I’m Not Saying She’s A Gold Digger…
“This young woman was marrying a very wealthy older man and he gave her and her girlfriends the house for the weekend. I show up and it’s business as usual. I got offered and it seemed stronger than normal but I didn’t think anything of it. So I’m putting on my opening show, tips are flying at me, a couple women throw their panties at me, all still pretty normal. The routine ends and I’m rocking a mankini so I figured this was a good time for lap dances. It was on my third dance that I realized they slipped something in my drink. The fourth girl was super touchy feely and I realized they were on whatever the hell it was that I was on, so instead of freaking out and leaving I decided to just go with it. Then I heard the bride to be call out my performing name. I turned and I s–t you not this girl is standing in the doorway with nothing on but whip cream. She has a wad of cash in her hand and announces that it’s her turn to play with me. I walk over to her while the other girls are cheering at the top of their lungs, and she is just kissing the f–k out of me. Normally this is a HUGE no no, but this girl was stupidly hot, she was enacting a fantasy I’d had since middle school with the whip cream and, I was absolutely f–ked up. So I started licking the whip cream off her, then she sucked my d while the other women chanted for her to f–k me. So we f–ked. When we finished she gave me her phone number and told me to keep playing with the other girls. So I did. I don’t remember anything past this point but the bride to be filed me in on what happened the next time we met up. She told me I ended up f–king 17 of the 23 women there, with all but one of those 23 at least sucking my d, didn’t leave the house until three thirty in the afternoon, earned just under 4 grand that night, and the bride to be (now bride) and I have met up a couple times at hotels since then because apparently her 70 year old husband can’t f–k at all.”
It Seems Pretty Awful.
“A college friend went to a bachelorette party where they the bride-to-be was drunkingly coerced to get on her knees in front of a stripper while he did his spinny thingy. No touching just spin-o-rama. Apparently she misjudged the distance when she turned to smile for someone’s iPhone and got hit right in the eye, and broke a few capillaries in the process. Apparently walking down the aisle with a black eye is not as bad as it seems.”
Anything For The Right Price.
“A guy I played World of Warcraft with was a male stripper. Apparently his most common request was for women to come in with their husbands and have the men get a lap dance while they would watch. He said sometimes it would get really awkward but he got paid crazy amounts of money dong it so he was fine with it all.“
When The Stripper Has More Morals Than The Bride.
“Not a professional stripper but was requested to be one at a friend’s bachelorette party by a friend of mine who has a few female friends that think I’m hot. It was hosted in a red roof inn. I know classy right? Anyways the girl getting married and her friends are already a bit tipsy and yelled at me to strip for them. Music playing and I’m dancing and taking off my clothes and then the bride to be rips my boxers down and just starts kissing my d. I kept trying to push her off but she kept brushing my hands off and honestly I wasn’t really trying to get her off me because it felt good and I was a bit tipsy myself. So then the kissing obviously makes me go into salute mode. The girls were laughing and telling me to basically beat the guts up in front of them like. I didn’t feel right doing that and left. I never spoke to the bride or seen her again after that night but I know she married the guy according to her Facebook.”
How Does One Climb Walls With His Ass?
“My aunt got re-married about 13 years ago but the memory everyone in my family will never forget is the stripper. He was a midget stripper. He was very short but had muscles and abs for days. He would do back flips off tables, climb walls with his ass and could dance to any song. The best part was when my very shy mom was alone in the corner and he ran up to her and did a handstand while shaking his ass in her face. All the girls loved him and he was so nice.”
Seriously Messed Up Situation.
“Former male stripper, I worked for a club but sometimes they would sent us out for parties and such. I got sent out for a bachelorette party and found out the women were a bunch of racists, (I’m black) they wanted a different stripper to come. One decided it could work out and try to do a slave theme with me instead….f–k that s–t. I called and got someone to trade out with me, that was just a really uncomfortable situation.”
That Escalated Quickly.
“I worked in a gay club. However girls would always come in but our club had very specific rules concerning them since the majority of dancers are straight. One night this big group of girls come in and said they all wanted lap dances. We are not allowed to give lap dances to girls so I told them that I couldn’t do it but I was available after my shift. They rented a suite at a hotel nearby and gave me their number to go do a private show when I was off. I show up to the hotel room and start doing the lap dance thing. S–t got all hot like one of those Dancin Bear videos. I ended up banging the maid of honor in front of everyone. But then I banged the bride in front of everyone. She wasn’t even attractive, I just did it to cross it off the list. The worst thing about it was the bride found me on Facebook two weeks after she got married. She sent a message thanking me for doing the show and she wishes she was ‘more sober to remember, but we can always do it again soon.’ Um, no thanks.”
You Have The Right To Remain Sexy.
“My very first show ever was 2 weeks after the first Magic Mike movie was released. It was a bachelorette party, and everyone wanted the ‘cop routine’ from the movie. My friend and I were walking down the street dressed as cops to the house of the event. Suddenly, a police cruiser pulled up next to us. They asked us why we were dressed that way. We tried our best to explain that we’re strippers, but they didn’t entirely believe us. We sat on the curb with one officer while the other went to verify our story. He knocked on the door, and the girls there thought he was the entertainment. We heard the girls squealing with joy for about 10 seconds. The officer came out and let us go after spending all of 45 seconds in the house.”
Money Really Can Buy You Anything.
“I worked security at a strip club where men entertained. Being the closest one to a nation’s capital we’d see a lot of people who wanted their privacy protected and who’d pay for private events. One such event featured a foreign diplomat who paid a huge sum of money for two of the male strippers to stay and privately perform for him. After he left the two dancers told me he had them have a race. Essentially both of them stood with their d close to his face where he rubbed them off at the same time seeing who’d win for him. Dancers both made a killing and the house was given $10,000 just to allow this guy the club to himself.”
A Dangerous Mix.
“When I was young and stupid I was an ‘adult entertainer.’ We often would get a buzz before dancing and the chemical of choice tends to be GHB or G. It allows you to dance, enjoy yourself and express your sexuality without inhibition. The one thing you can’t do is mix G with alcohol. Big no-no that can lead to very dangerous situations. One night I had two regulars come in, big money spenders. I sat down with the girls and they offered me champagne so I thought, ‘one tiny flute, what could go wrong?’ Next thing I know I’m in the locker room almost unable to stand. I hear the DJ calling my name to head to one of the stages. I am completely s–tty, the owner is in the house so I get a brilliant idea. I don’t have the physical dexterity to strip in this state, so I will take off all my clothing now and just walk through the crowd. So I did. All eyes were on me, confused. My friends knew I was f–ked up, so they thought it was hilarious. I made it to the stage, wobbly legged and disoriented, and figured the best dance I could give was leaning against the mirror, swaying. That didn’t hold up. I slid to the floor just as the manager with one of my buddy’s managed to escort me off the stage.”