Bachelor parties

Other fun times are the bachelor parties: sometimes you have a feeling that the school bus arrived. Grown-up men in their thirties, forties but they behave like overexcited teenage boys who see tits first time in their lives. I still don’t find the answer why that is. Maybe the peer pressure. Sometimes they pay a show or a private dance for the bachelor, otherwise, they just ogle with their eyes.

Every Knight goes through a special training to be qualified. These are called Bachelor parties. This is the total humiliation of a man so that later on he could bear his woman’s whims and tantrums. In South Africa they are more like fancy dress parties, bachelors entered the club dressed like huge babies wearing nothing just a big textile nappy. Others were dressed like Pink Panthers because women like to take care of babies and kittens. I remember I saw one guy with his arm in a plaster and he held a nursing bottle with alcohol in it. So he had the drink but he couldn’t drink it, sometimes his friends were kind and gave him a sip from their own glass. It was teaching him that after the wedding he can drink only when his woman allows him to, or when his good friend organises a short escape from home away from his woman. In Germany a poor bachelor was standing on the street with a huge carton table with a hole, you know the one he could stick out his head from, and everybody on the street could throw something at him from a basket. I couldn’t identify the objects, they were maybe some paintballs. All managed by his friends. Such good friends, he has!

And if you have never seen a bachelor party, here I write down how it is. I’ve seen a lot in Germany when the friends of the bachelor request a special show for him. It is usually a two-song entertaining. It starts as a normal dance on stage, the girl dances sexy, teasing him. Often there is a chair on the stage so she can give him a short lap dance grinding on him. When he is already in the mood, she takes off his shirt. She also goes topless. She demands him to kneel down on the ground while she takes off his belt. She puts the belt on his neck, sits on his back and asks him to walk around. This is the point when his friends start to scream and whistle and also laugh at him. The training is started. She rides him. Often she holds a riding-crop, if not she uses her hand to slap his bum a few times encouraging him to follow her request. Dear married men who went through similar training, don’t forget that moment when your wife asks you to put that picture on the wall the fifth time! Then she lays him down on the stage while she goes above him. More tortures follow. She puts some ice cubes in her mouth and is teasing his body with the ice taking it in turns with her warm and soft lips. He literally gets hot and cold from her like he will get from his wife in marriage. When he starts to enjoy the moment, she suddenly puts more ice into his pants – another moment when his friends cheer. Then she continues the tortures with candles and pouring wax on his torso. In the end, because he was brave to endure these abuses, she rewards him with red lipstick marks on his body and with a pen she writes love messages on it. When she finally lets him stand up, his body is wet and covered with wax, lipstick and pen marks, but she has not finished yet. She asks him to stand up facing the pole and she ties him up. She dances a bit pushing her boobs to his back and she takes off his trousers. She beats him up a few times with the belt. You can hear his friends from the side saying “Ouch!” and at the very last moment she takes off his underwear. So our bachelor is standing on the stage tied up, naked.

Alternatively, I’ve seen shows when after the riding the dancer also kneeled down, she put whipped cream on her bum cheeks and asked the bachelor to lick it, but when he was close to her she always made a move ahead. Like when the cat is playing with the mouse. In another show the dancer was more brutal when the bachelor was standing on the stage only in his pants, she grabbed huge scissors and cropped his underwear on both sides making a G-string for him. Well, a man has to deal with more torture in his marriage if he didn’t choose the right one.

But if the man has his own strength of character and is able to hold his own also emotionally, it’s no way for him to be intimidated. Some bachelors doing his part of the show just laughing along together with his friends. Like a ‘Come what may’ attitude.

(From the book Bedtime Stories from Stripperland)

https://publioboox.com/en_gb/bedtime-stories-from-stripperland

We, dancers, are naked therapist

Stripping is an expensive job emotionally, people with tempers find me often. Not only customers but girls also if there is something bothers them. Sometimes I feel I’m doing a therapy session at work.

“Because you are pure and such a good person, thank you for listening to me.” I hear often.

It’s not only the hustle and the drunken customers make us drained but the mental games. The following story happened in Germany. The customer bought a huge bouquet of flowers to one of the girls in the club, but she left them in the changing room because she couldn’t take them home. Actually, she gave them to another dancer who took them home. Moral lesson: Don’t post any present on Facebook if you didn’t directly get them! She posted a photo posing with the flowers and the guy next day came back to the club and was complaining and arguing for hours about the flowers and how unfair was for the other girl to take them home. Useless to say, neither of the girls was working, he had no guts to tell them face to face.

I just heard pieces of his sentences as he was talking to the bar lady, but for me, it was enough already. Literally, he was in the club for long hours complaining to everyone, including the management and other girls.
I don’t care if she sits with another customer, but she thinks they are in love with her but they are just shitting on her!”
He called all the customers assholes who are cheating on their wives just because they come to the club and pay for their favourite dancer. Anyway, he was a small, skinny guy with a high pitched voice and anger issues, kind of like he had a Napoleon syndrome.

 

To be touched by your feminine side doesn’t mean to come to the club and complain about a girl, especially when she doesn’t work that day. This man in the following four days constantly was giving a headache to everyone complaining and crying out because the girl gave the flowers to her colleague. The thought, that maybe she has a reason why she couldn’t take the flowers home didn’t cross his mind. A lot of times we’re like psychiatrists, listening to people’s problems, over and over again, people pay us just to sit there and listen to them.
Please, don’t confuse us with your therapist!

My Top 20 chart

Sometimes I work in clubs where is a DJ, so I don’t need to select my own music to dance to. But then I have to dance on any songs he plays without any requests. In other clubs, there is a DJ and I can give him my music or even he asks me to choose my own songs. Often I’m not bothered, I just tell him to play any. As one of my managers used to say “you’re a dancer, you must to know how to move on any kind of songs.” Nothing more disappointing than seeing an amazing pole dance show when the dancer can’t follow the rhythm of her music. I’ve seen enough examples of that. If I have to choose, I always pick those that suitable for my moves.
Still, I have my favourites. And just like in anything, I like to be unique in choosing the right songs as well. I never choose the songs that you can hear on the radio every day or the classic striptease music like the You Can Leave Your Hat On. I have music from all over the world. That’s why happened that in the Caribbean I danced on German songs, in Germany I dance on French songs.
Here is the list:
20. Baby Bash ft. Akon – I’ll be your lover
19. Sido – Strip fur mich
18. Macka Diamond – Dye dye
17. Ivan Dorn vs. Klaas – The Lova
16. Maitre Gims – J’me tire
15. Tiziano Ferro – Senza scappare mai piu
14. Gyptian – Hold you
13. Massari – Real love
12. Blero – Sexy moves
11. Clara Morgane – Strip tease
10. Lil Kim – Kitty box
9. One Republic – Secrets
8. Gasparoff – Knights of Citeriya
7. Ofra Haza – Show me
6. Andreea D – Paradise
5. D’Banj – Oliver Twist
4. Isthar – Last kiss
3. Massari – Inta hayati
2. Xavier Naidoo – 20.000 Meilen
1. Kymani Marley – Royal vibes

Here is also a playlist: 
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-9O4rU_GHeKBOyjkAq_W1WxnXSrsqXcH
There is no special order between the songs, I equally like them. It depends on my mood which one I prefer to dance to. But the No.1. is on the first place, because whenever I danced on this song, girls couldn’t wait for me leaving the club and they could use it for their own performance. So it’s not just my No.1.!

And then when I have to make a special show, I like to do a little belly dance. These are the songs for my fantasy shows:


Sarah Brightman – Harem
Alanis Morisette – I remain
Amr Diab – Tamally Maak

So that is the list of my favourite songs. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy dancing on them. 🙂




How men approach a stripper

My job is to approach clients, I keep it in mind. But different men, different rules. Some don’t even bother to be nice, when he sees I’m going to his table, just lifts up his hand in the air showing I’m not welcome there. Others are talking to me for long minutes without buying me a drink and then they are surprised why I stop answering them or apologise that I must go to work. 
So let’s see here what are the most behaviour of men in approaching a dancer: 
 
The shy guy – He never approaches the girl. He is sitting alone or with a friend holding his drink. If the girl smiles at him, he’s embarrassed. Usually, he waits until the girl goes over to his table. (I would say this is the most common type of customers.)
The self-confident type – He comes to the girl with a wide smile and speaks very loud. I’m his “babe” from the very first minute. He needs all the attention of all the girls. And he can be pretty upset if he doesn’t get it.
The drunk guy – When he comes to you, you can’t decide he comes to you or the girl next to you. He’s walking in zigzag. And when he starts to speak, you can’t focus on his words but a very bad smell from his mouth from the alcohol he previously drunk. If the girl can manage to take him into the private, maybe he falls asleep.
I’ve seen a private closed with curtains because a drunk guy was sleeping on the floor in an unbelievable pose. His only luck was that he spent enough money so the manager decided to let him sleep there.
These guys usually will come back the next day because they lost something.
The bachelor – He is not my favourite. He comes to the club in a ridiculous outfit in some country. South Africa is the winner, there I saw guys dressed up as a woman, Superman, a bride, the Pink Panther and the most popular was a baby outfit holding a dummy or some alcohol in a baby bottle. He usually arrives fucked up drunk with his friend. And usually, his friends have more fun than himself. In a lucky day, they ask for a special show on stage that usually ends with the poor guy being beaten up with his own belt. But lots of time they are annoying not to know what exactly they want.
The complete liar – He comes to you with a complete lie. I had a guy who said he is in the military but probably I have more muscles than him. And when his friend came over I asked him if he is also military and he said yes, I was just laughing. Unbelievable some guys what kind of lies are able to say just to impress a woman!
The desperate guy – Desperately needs sex. If he has money, he will offer a bigger amount to go for a “dinner” with him. If he is a cheaper type, he offers a smaller amount. Or if he’s really a cheap one, he tells you he will pay you a dance only if he can touch you or you give him a handjob.

And our dream guy – He’s polite and clean. Smiles at you and invite you for a drink. He knows what kind of place he entered and respects the rules. He doesn’t need to spend a lot, but he knows we are there to work and he doesn’t waste our time. If he doesn’t like the girl, he is able to tell that politely(!) not like “I want a girl with bigger boobs” 

Luckily you can find these type in clubs too!
 
 

What do you do in private?

“It’s called private dance. So guess what? I’m dancing!”
“Ahh! Only dancing?”
 
I hate this question so much! My job is selling an erotic fantasy, nothing more, nothing less.
So here it is what I’m doing in private (dedicated to the one who wished to read more fantasies on my blog):
 
You pay for the dance at the bar. When the payment is gone through I hold your hand and take you to the VIP area. I smile because I’m happy to tease such a handsome man! I open the curtains and there is a cosy leather sofa, some candles and soft music playing in the background. Everything is set up for a seductive mood.
I seat you in the middle of the sofa and I sit on top of you. Let’s the game start! Keeping eye contact my hand goes down on your body until your trousers and I take off your belt. (Don’t be so happy, it’s just because not so comfy grinding on the metal buckle.) I ease off your tie and open the top buttons on your shirt. I touch your arms: “Oh, you’re so strong!” I know you need a little adulation and my words are music to your ears. I stand up keeping a bit of a distance so you can see me in the candlelight. I start to dance and slowly take off my dress. I let your eyes wondering on each part of my body. I follow your glare with my hand and softly caress my body and play with my hair. I come closer to you and I place one foot on the sofa on your side. My inner tight touch your face and you feel the softness of my skin on your cheek. You’re shy to touch me but I place your hands on my waist. “A soft touch is allowed” telling you playfully and I let you grab my bum. But I’m the boss so nothing can happen without my permission.
Then I sit down on your lap and I lean forward. I run the tip of my nose on your neck, I don’t kiss but let my lips gently touch your skin and move my hips on you. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment. But before you enjoy it too much and you start to moan, I stand up. (Remember, the private dance is not about you finishing off.)
A little dance against the wall keeping the distance, then I turn and sit on your lap showing my back to you and I continue the grinding. I start slowly then I do it faster. A little twerking on your penis for fun and you’re getting to be excited. Then I lean back, you can see my body over my shoulder. I pull down the straps of my bra and I ask you to open it on the back. You happily follow my request. I still hold my bra when I stand up and turn then suddenly I throw it to your face. Don’t be so smiley, you can’t keep it as a present!
I come closer to you and I press my boobies to your face imitating to give a kiss with them on your cheeks. I still press my naked breasts to your chest, I slide down the floor. Now I’m kneeling in front of you almost in the same position if I would give you a blowjob. Our eyes are engaged and I let your fantasy soar. “Do you like it?” I press my boobies against your penis and give a little massage with them until your breath starts to be heavy.
I stand up and slowly take off my panties. Again I keep distance and let your eyes wondering on my fully naked body but suddenly our song is finished. I blow a feathery kiss to your cheek and I say a “Thank you.”

 

(And usually, you would say: “I don’t want to finish, I pay one more!”)