My first experience at a male strip club was what I least expected. The place where my girl friends and I went was adjoined to a female strip club. When I saw that, I really didn’t know what to think.
In movies and on television, female strippers are mostly featured. It is rare to see male erotic dancers on TV shows or on the big screen. So much attention is focused on the female body, but what about the guys? Is it unmanly for a male to dance and expose his “goods”? It’s all just harmless adult entertainment anyway…right?
The bar-like atmosphere was dark and smoky just like any other club. My eyes were instantly drawn to the neon orange thong one of the dancers was wearing. Honestly, I was expecting to see men in their birthday suits; that was not the case.
There were six dancers strutting around doing their jobs. The dancers’ thongs each projected a little something about themselves; one had the Jamaican flag across his backside.
The guys had great physiques but not the prettiest faces. Apparently, if you don’t have the looks, your other features will stand out.
The skits were both funny and corny. Characters such as “The Big Bad Wolf” and “Professor Spank-My-Bottom” were even exciting. Once those sexy devils did their dance routine, it was clear that they were also having a lot of fun.
One of the night’s eye-openers was the “side-guys” who approached the customers with a little dance and fed them cherries and a shot. The dance was nice, but being fed unfamiliar liquor was not a comforting feeling. Add the fact that I didn’t ask for it and still had to pay $8 for it – not cool!
So this is my advice to the ladies. If you don’t feel comfortable with half naked hotties pouring mystery shots down your throat, refuse it right away. Some of them can be very persuasive and determined.
Another surprise was the women. You could practically smell the estrogen in the air. There were groupies hovering around Rafael, the sexiest dancer. Women would flock to the stage during his performance and lay on the edge with dollar bills in their cleavage or crotch desperately waiting for him to grab it with his teeth.
It was truly entertaining to see the disdain and disgust on his face when he had to retrieve his money from some unsightly women. Overall, I was surprised that the ladies weren’t a little more enthused. There were just as many who sat quietly sipping cocktails as there were hurling themselves at the dancers.
The night was a fun one. If not quite what I pictured, it was a learning experience. Now that I’ve witnessed male strippers in their occupation and I’ve shared my story with our readers, my hope is that women who have not yet had this experience will try it. Enjoy a night out with the girls so you can share your stories with others.
