You'd think that being a male stripper would be a surefire way of getting laid -- and you're right, it is. But you can still end up feeling pretty frustrated, even when most of the chicks go apeshit for your body. Like last week, for instance, when I was hired to strut my stuff for a bunch of female stockbroker types. Young female stockbroker types.

OK, so I showed up and walked in and the place erupted with noise and clapping.

Those gals were already pumped up to the max and I just knew it was going to be no holds barred for a few of them. If I couldn't make my fee, tips and a free fuck here, it was time I retired from the business.

Oh, sure, just in case you're wondering, you're always going to get some halfway hoes in the audience who get themselves so drunk and so hot they've pushovers for a special encore after the show.

The really interesting thing is trying to work out in advance which are the horniest sluts in the room. And that's where I guarantee no guy, however experienced, is going to guess right. You just never know, you just never know. But that sure doesn't stop you from looking around and wondering which of those sweating mares is going to end up giving you a great ride.

Anyhow, there's the job to do first before you worry about the payoff. Up on the table, give them a good tease with the towel and show them the meat. Not as quick as all that, natch, you've got to stretch it out so the bitches can get themselves well juiced up.

The next stage is also to do with stretching as well, stretching my cock out in front of their eyes like it's a toy balloon at a kid's party I'm going to inflate in a while and turn into a big cuddly toy.

Yeah, well, that was right anyway. I've got it down to such a fine art I can get a diamond cutter whenever I like. And that's the time when some of the ladies start having trouble watching what I'm doing to myself without getting a tad embarrassed. Can't quite keep their eyes on the hunk pulling himself off in front of them without feeling a bit ashamed of letting their interest show in public, even amongst their friends.

Or maybe especially in front of their friends. Whatever. But they can never stop themselves from not looking either. And the odd thing is that more likely than not the same blushing maidens are the very same ones who'll be begging you to lay them for an encore.

Yeah, and more than likely in front of their friends too. It's the truth, but don't ask me to explain it.

Not that I had much time right then to be checking out the field. A man's got to do what a man's got to do, and I was concentrating real hard on making all the right moves to get those smart financial market type chicks steaming like fresh cow pats at noon in a Texas heatwave.

END OF PART ONE