Needless to say, within three months, I agreed to strip naked.Needless to say, within three months, I agreed to strip naked. Dancing and stripping to the bikini in front of a mixed crowd of men and women and then virtually running to the next party, two or three times a night was crazy and no fun at all. Getting lost for five minutes could throw all the appointments off, and there just was no tipping. I got jealous of the money the two girls who did strip nude got, compared to what I got. Stripping naked in front of strangers is one thing, but I found the mingle time the hardest to deal with. Once I decided to go nude, most of my parties were all male, or almost all male -- bachelor parties, business meetings, conventions, and some birthday parties, as opposed to mostly all couples at birthday parties. Ninety-nine percent of the time, the men were absolutely great. During the mingle, I'd slow dance and sit on laps, and if their hands roamed, I gently moved them away. Usually, this was enough; but, sometimes, they would be so persistent or rough, that I'd stand up and loudly tell them to behave. In the beginning, I always went out with a companion, usually a guy supplied by Sheri, but since he had to get paid, it cut into my profit and I soon learned how to handle myself and the clients. At my second bachelor party I was offered $100 to stay and "entertain" the groom-to-be. I politely refused, but in the last 11 months, I have occasionally accepted such offers if the money and the crowd looked okay. I know what that makes me, but I can live with that for the time being. The money's been good enough and I've been busy enough that I have my own apartment and I'm driving a new Saab Turbo convertible! The first time I let myself be bought was at a bachelor party full of lawyers. |