Once again I was on the way to another house full of eager women waiting to be entertained. But tonight had a slightly different twist.
Throughout my whole life I never thought I would be in a situation like the one I was in this seemingly innocent Wednesday night. With a few years of experience in the industry under my belt I thought I’d seen it all and that there would be no more surprises. By this time, I had been in countless situations that would make most guys ejaculate quicker than their 13-year-old selves masturbating over porn for the first time. But as I mentioned, this night was different.
I was 25-years-old walking into the lioness’ den… or should I say cougars. I arrived with my unwavering confidence, armed with just a tradie costume and a fierce desire to give people their money’s worth.
With experience comes knowledge of the industry and usually, a party is not thrown for the sole purpose of enjoying the stripper. But there is an exception to every rule. Upon entry I realised what was happening and what I had just walked into. While going through the usual ritual of payment on arrival and getting prepared to perform, I asked some curious questions. After hearing the answers, my thoughts were confirmed. I knew that to achieve success at this particular event I needed to push things further than I had done before.