I work construction most of the time, but for the past eighteen months or so, I have been working as a male stripper. The hours aren't bad, the money is good, and it's kinda fun in a way. Having all of those women fixated on my body is quite a turn-on for me. I work out almost every day, and the way that these women appreciate my muscular frame really gives me the inspiration to work harder in the gym. Looking into their wanting faces while I shake my package in front of them usually gives me a hard-on, which makes the party even better.
Last Saturday night I was working a bachelorette party in a nearby college town. The girls were younger than usual, and seemed to be part of one of the sororities. They had rented out a small bar, and were putting it to good use. The booze was flying, and most of the girls were drinking shots instead of the usual glasses of white wine I usually see at these things. The girls were hot too. This sorority obviously recruited girls who could take care of themselves. Every ass in sight was college-tight, and most of them wore those short tops that showed off their flat, tanned stomachs. It is these tight tummies that really turns me on, and I could tell that this would be a good night.
I did my usual three-song set on the makeshift stage in the corner of the dancefloor. I was dressed in a firefighter outfit for the first song. In the second song, I stripped it off, leaving me only with a gold g-string. The chants of "All the way! All the way!" were flattering, but I didn't comply. Not that I would have minded. I was getting hard, and the g-string was making me increasingly uncomfortable.
For the third song, I arranged with Kelli, the bride's maid of honor, for something special. When I met Kelli, I was disappointed that she was not the bride-to-be. I would have liked to strip for her. She had blonde hair, a cute face, and gorgeout perky tits that she showed off well in her lowcut blouse. Instead, Kelli got up on stage and asked Renee, the bride, to join her. When I got a look at the bride, I almost forgot about Kelli.
Renee was a short girl, less than five four. But she was hot, with a beautiful heart-shaped ass stuffed into her jeans so that you could see daylight between her legs. She had the usual flat belly peeking out from under her top, and I could see a tiny tattoo on her left hip. And she had an unbelievable set of breasts that seemed to reach out to me as she walked to the stage.
A chair was set up onstage, and Kelli motioned for her to sit down. She was giggling shyly, as if she didn't know what was coming. But she did. To the cheers of all in the room, I began to dance in front of her. First I gave her a good view of my ass, then turned around to show her the other side. When I did, I saw that the shyness in her face was replaced by pure lust. She looked up at me, and I swear I saw her licking her lips.
That brought on Mr. Happy. As I danced, I could feel myself getting hard, harder than I had gotten before. My cock strained against my g-string, and I was half afraid it would pop out of the top. The sight of me straining against the confines of my golden house fascinated her, and she fixated trance-like on my swaying cock in front of her.
About halfway into the song, I moved a little closer, bringing my cock almost into contact with her nose. She took that as an invitation, and before I could stop her, she opened her mouth and placed it on my shaft. Her mouth was warm, and I could feel its wetness through the thin material. I was so shocked, I stopped dancing, and just let her move her mouth up and down my shaft.
Her friends were screaming, but I paid no attention to them as Renee reached up with both hands and placed them on my hips. Her fingers hooked into the strings on either side of my costume, and she quickly pulled them down to my knees. More screams from the gallery as I stood there with the music playing, stark naked and hard as a rock.
She backed off a little and took my cock in her right hand, holding it gently. With her left hand, she reached under my balls and rubbed them with the palm of her hand. She looked up at me, and the wanting look on her face almost made me come right there. Chants of "Suck his dick!" began to break out, getting louder and louder every time. I prayed that she would listen to them and put her mouth back on my painfully-hard erection, but she just looked at them, smiled, and shook her head no.
I was mortified, but I didn't show it. I wanted her so bad, wanted to come in her mouth or over her beautiful tits. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted her, and she knew it. She slowly stroked my cock a few times, then got up and walked back to her seat back in the audience.
Everyone in the house let out an "Awwwwww!", which brought Kelli to the stage. She had a big grin on her face, and looked down at my still-throbbing dick. She turned back to the audience, and said, "Well, it looks like we still have some work to do!"
The girls cheered again, their own eyes riveted on me, like tigers watching a piece of meat. Kelli raised her hands and said, "Time for a blowjob contest!" The girls kept cheering, but none of them could have possibly been as happy as I was. I looked down with a mind to pull my costume back up, but my cock was still so erect, I realized that there was no way I would be able to stuff it back inside. So I just pulled them off, and held the g-string in my right hand.
Kelli spoke again. "Fifty dollars buys you one minute to make him come. Winner take all. Renee will take your money in the back, and draw names. The contest will start in ten minutes." Then, turning to me, she said quietly. "Come with me."
With that she took my hand and led me to a doorway behind the stage. It led to a closet, in which bar supplies were kept. She looked up at me and asked," Are you okay with this?"
I was speechless for a second, then blurted out, "Um, sure."
She smiled and said, "Good, because I don't think they'd let you out of here unless you went through with it."
I smiled too, realizing how out of control tonight had become. I looked down at her and caught her looking down as well, at my cock, which was still hard. "There's a problem, though," she said.
