Being a male stripper was probably the most life-changing six months of my existence. It greatly altered my perception of women as a whole and gave me a new perspective on sexuality. I worked at a male review, which meant only women were allowed inside to watch us perform. If you have never been to a male review, you might be shocked at what it’s like. Female strip clubs are mild in comparison; guys tend to sit in their seats and act cool, but girls at our shows all wanted to be by the stage. There were different routines each guy would perform, and mine was “Grease Lightning.” Everything was choreographed, but it didn’t stop the ladies from screaming each time we took our clothes off. The couch room at our club would get wild, and no rules were ever enforced. Most girls who came to the club were in groups: bachelorette, divorce, and birthday parties were the norm. This story is about a particular night that epitomizes what being a male stripper was really like.

I’d always kept my eye out for what attractive girls seemed the most interested in me when I was on stage. I wasn’t a very good stripper when it came to making money; I really just wanted to have a good time. Some guys would make thousands of dollars in a single night, but I was perfectly happy making hundreds. My main goal was to find a super hot girl to live out an amazing story with. As I was on stage this particular night, I noticed a bachelorette party at the stage. All the girls in the party were hot. They all had their sashes on, but the maid of honor really caught my eye. She had curly brown hair and dark eyes. She couldn’t stop looking at me while I was on stage, and I knew I was going to approach her about getting a private dance. After my act, I headed to their party to see what the situation was. Her and I quickly hit if off, and before long she was coming to the couch room with me. I started giving her a lap dance, going down her body sensually and letting her feel all over me. I spread her legs open and blew through her panties. I could tell she was dripping wet. I came back up her body and breathed in her ear softly, brushing up against her neck. She couldn’t resist anymore, and she reached for my dick. I was already hard, wearing nothing but a thong, and she had already felt me against her body. I let her pull it out, and she begged to let me put it her her mouth. I was happy to oblige. As I got close to finishing, I took it out of her mouth and came all over her face. Some of it got in her eye, but she didn’t really mind. We laughed it off, and she went back to her friends.

By this time it was my turn to go on stage again, so I got myself together and went back to work. She was sitting back in her seat by the stage, holding her hand over her eye, and clearly telling her friends what had just happened. I did another routine—this one wasn’t mine alone, I was just part of the act. As I went back to the crowd afterward, she approached me again, but this time she brought the bride. The bride was stunning, blonde hair and blue-eyed, with the body of a goddess. She asked me if I would give them both a dance, and I happily took them upstairs. I gave the bride the same kind of dance, and quickly they both had my dick out. They went at me back and forth, literally just like a porn, and it was like having an out-of-body experience. To say I was loving every moment is an understatement. Definitely something I’ll never forget. As I got close to cumming, I asked which one of them wanted it, and the maid of honor said, “She does!” She finished me all over her best friend’s face, and they both laughed and thanked me.

Being a stripper is where I learned about that wild, hungry spark that girls can hide from casual interactions. A spark that most guys don’t believe exists. I’m sure that bride-to-be eventually went and got married in a few weeks, her husband none the wiser. I don’t know what happened between the bride and her maid of honor; I never even asked for their names. I do know that, regardless of if they’re still best-friends, they definitely have a secret they’ll never share and a memory I’ll never, ever forget.