My new job, as a male stripper

'I'm Daz, a 34-year-old male, and I live in the North West of England.

Life wasn't great at the minute. I'd just broken up with my girlfriend of 8 years, and had to move into a flat. And to top it off, I'd just found out I was being made redundant.

To say I was worried was an understatement; I mean, the rent on the flat alone was terrifyingly expensive. I had to look for a new job, and fast. But I didn't have many skills; I had always worked but in low-skilled jobs. A few days passed, and I'd applied for loads of jobs, with no luck. I spent most evenings looking through job sites online, to no avail.

Suddenly, an advert flashed up on my screen, instantly catching my attention.

"Want to earn £800–£2000? Click here!" my eyes widens, and I instantly click the link.

I open the website, thinking it was just a spam site, and briefly look through it.

To my shock, it looked like a male stripper's website. I read through some more and found myself clicking the link to apply for a job.

I wasn't even thinking about applying at this point.

I opened the application link, and it was very demanding.

In bold letters, it stated that you could only apply if you had a manhood bigger than 8 inches.

I read through some more terms, and to my surprise, I was actually thinking about applying.

Like I was, I was desperate, and I'd had no luck elsewhere.

Now, I had been blessed in the manhood department, and I had a very big cock. It was 10 inches and very thick.

I sat there, pondering the idea. I mean, what have I got to lose? Trying to convince myself.

I sent an email to the company, not really thinking I'd hear anything back.

The next morning, I'm sat on the sofa with a coffee, scouring through job sites again, when I notice the company I'd emailed last night had responded.

I open it and read through it. I was buzzing with excitement, reading it.

"Hi Daz, thanks for contacting me regarding this position. I'd like to invite you to come for an interview."

My head was spinning reading this, but the interview was tomorrow at 11 o'clock, with Kim, the owner of the company. I was excited and nervous at the same time.

Tomorrow soon came around, and I was getting nervous.

I jumped into the shower and got dressed. It was around a 30-minute drive from my flat, and I made it in good time. I sat anxiously in my car until it was time to go in. The address it took me to was a large house, which I thought was strange. But it was time to go for my interview. I nervously pressed the doorbell, and a woman probably in her late 40s answered.

"You must be Daz," she said smiling.

"Yes, that's right," I replied nervously.

"I'm Kim. Please come in," she said.

I stepped inside, and she led me to the living room. Again, I thought this was a little strange, but I followed her in.

"Please sit down. Would you like anything to drink?" she asked.

I kindly refused, and she sat down opposite me on the sofa.

"So, let's get started," she smiled.

"Let me tell you a little bit about my company. As you probably are well aware by now, we offer male performances to our customers," she said, looking at me.

I looked at her, smiling and nodding my head.

"Okay, great," she smiled. "So, as you may have noticed on the website, we pay anywhere from £800 to £2000 per performance," she explained. "We offer two different types of packages to our customers. Are you following so far?" she asked.

I nodded, smiling.

"Okay, great. Before I go any further, I need a few things from you," she said.

I looked at her, confused.

"Err, okay," I replied.

"Well, I've had so many time-wasters applying for this role lately, who really don't measure up, if you get my drift," she said.

"So, before I waste any more of my time with this interview, I need you to show me proof of your equipment," she added, looking at me.

I looked at her in total shock.

"Err, so you want me to show you my..." I pointed down at my crotch.

"That's right, Daz. Like I just said, 90% of the guys I've had applying for this role have brazenly lied about their size, and I'm sick of wasting my time going through the whole interview process for nothing."

I looked at her nervously, but I suppose she did have a point.

I stood up, unbuttoned my trousers, paused, before pulling them down. I did the same with my boxers. Now, I was standing there, completely naked.

She looked amused.

"Well, thank God, I don't have any other time-waster on my hands," she grinned.

"You certainly look impressive down there, just what our customers are looking for," she added.

"Now, just one more request: if you can get it hard for me so I can see if you can deliver in front of a stranger," she asked.

Omg, did she really just ask me to do this? I thought, looking at her.

Nervously, I grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I never had a problem getting hard normally, and I was praying this would be the same. Thankfully, within minutes, my cock was standing to attention, and I looked at Kim for her approval.

She looked at me, smiling.

"Wow, what can I say? You're definitely a big boy, and just what we're looking for.

So, the job's yours if you want it."

I looked at her, smiling, trying to wrestle my erect cock back into my trousers.

"Really? I've got the job?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes, Daz, it's yours if you want it, but leave your trousers off. We will need some pictures for your profile page. This is so customers can choose their performers directly," she explained.

I was literally gobsmacked that I'd got the job. I sat back down, my cock still rock hard.

"So, let me explain how each package works and what we'd expect from you," she smiled.

"We pride ourselves here on customer satisfaction, and expect our models to deliver a fun, exciting experience for our clients."

"Like I was saying, we offer two different packages. Here's what each one includes."

She turned her laptop around to show me.

I glanced at the screen, looking.

'Package 1.

• 1 male stripper of your choice, for 1 hour.

• In full uniform of your choice.

• Stripped fully naked.

• Touching permitted.

• Oral sex permitted.

• With whipped cream.

Package 2.

• Up to 3 male strippers of your choice, for 3 hours.

• In full uniform of your choice.

• Stripped fully naked.

• Touching permitted.

• Oral sex permitted.

• With whipped cream.

• Full penetrative sex permitted.

"Are you following all this so far?" she asks.

"Err yes I think so,"

I was a little shocked at what each package included. I mean, I thought a stripper just got his kit off, for a bunch of horny drunken ladies.

I had to ask more about package 2.

"Kim, just to clarify, I noticed package 2 offers full penetrative sex, is this a typo?" I asked.

Kim laughs, looking at me.

"No, Daz, you wouldn't believe what some of our customers are asking for lately," she grins.

"Package 2 is becoming very popular with the hen parties etc.," she explains.

"So, have you any more questions for me?" she asks.

I look at her, still a little shocked.

"No, I don't think so," I reply.

She runs through a few more details and tells me all my outfits would be delivered to my home address.

With all this out of the way, she asks me to lie sideways on the sofa so she can take some pictures for my profile page.

My cock was still hard; she had me pose in several different positions.

She quickly sets up my profile page and calls me over to show me.

"This is your profile, and it's important to log on each morning to check it. I will message you directly here to confirm any bookings you have, understood?" she asks.

I nod my head; I'm still a little overwhelmed but excited

"Any further questions, don't hesitate to message me here," she smiles.

"And if I were you, I'd practice your performance before your first show."

"Don't worry, I'm going to start you off gently, with a few Package 1 performances first," she smiles.

"I will send you over some of the other, more experienced models' performances so you can take some notes from them," she says.

I thank her and leave; my head was spinning all the way home.

I was shitting myself. Was I actually capable of literally stripping off right in front of a group of strangers?

Later that evening, I log onto my profile and browse through it.

I click on my the pictures Kim had taken, and they actually looked great. My cock looked so big in them, and it kind of made me feel a little more at ease.

I click on my messages and see Kim had sent me several already.

The first message was a video link of other models' performances, like she said she'd send.

But the other message was a job. My heart was racing—my first job, I think nervously.

I open the message quickly.

"Hi Daz, I'm pleased to tell you your profile has already had lots of interest, and as this has led to your first booking. Like I mentioned, it's a Package 1, so nothing too intimidating. It's a 40th birthday party, consisting of around six ladies, who've requested you dress as a police officer.

Good luck."

My heart raced. This was literally tomorrow evening, and I hadn't even started practicing yet. I open the other message from Kim and start watching some of the videos she'd sent of other models' shows.

My cock was throbbing hard watching them. I couldn't believe how naughty some of the women actually were. They were sucking and grabbing the strippers' cocks. I did notice something else: the strippers all seemed to use a towel to wrap around the women's heads and let them lick whipped cream off their cocks.

Now that I’d got some idea of what I was letting myself into, I felt a bit more relaxed, though I was still really nervous.

Another thing I noticed was that every one of the male models I’d just watched was completely shaven down there.

I quickly jump into the shower, armed with a razor, and get to work.

Omg, it felt so strange being completely bald, but I had to admit it made my cock look even bigger.

I was happy I’d got my first show, but I was terrified.

The next morning, I was woken up by someone knocking at my door. I jumped up and answered it. It was a large parcel—I wondered if it was my new outfits.

And it was. I rummaged through the box, and there were several different uniforms, from a police uniform to a firefighter’s.

Omg, how tacky, I grinned, but if these were going to make me money, then I’d have to go along with it.

I needed to get some practice in ASAP. I tried on the police uniform. I noticed the trousers had velcro down the legs, so they could be ripped off easily.

I also noticed each outfit included underwear—in this case, a black leather thong. This made me grin; I’d never imagined I’d ever wear a thong, but here I was.

Now dressed, I started practicing. I felt so stupid, but I needed some kind of performance to go with.

After an hour, I finally had some kind of show. It wasn’t the best, but time was running out; I’d just have to wing the rest.

I jumped in the shower and changed into the police uniform as requested. My hands were shaking; I was that nervous.

But I finally summoned the courage, grabbed my bag armed with a big towel and a tin of whipped cream.

All I could think about on the drive there was whether I could really pull this off and whether the client would be happy with my performance.

I pulled up outside the house five minutes early.

This gave me a few minutes to compose myself. Finally, I got out and headed towards the door, briefly pausing before knocking.

My heart was pounding as I saw the door opening.

A blonde woman answered, smiling.

"Are you the stripper?" she asked.

I nodded nervously.

"Great, the birthday girl is in the living room. She’s wearing a black dress," she grinned.

"So I’m going to go back in. When you hear the music start, that’s when you come in, okay?" she grinned, walking off.

Again, I nodded.

Omg, this is it, I thought. There's no backing out now.

Suddenly, I heard the music start, and this was my cue. I stepped inside and walked towards the living room door. What the hell was I going to find behind this door? I gasped.

I knew I had to make a surprising entrance, so I grabbed the handle and swung the door wide open and burst in.

All six women looked at me in total shock until they saw my uniform, realizing who I was.

I took a moment to observe my surroundings. The women seemed to be all in their late 30s; some attractive, some not so much.

I saw the birthday girl sitting on the couch; she looked rather embarrassed, and her face was turning red.

Slowly, I started to dance and threw my hat on her lap, smiling. This caused the other women to burst into laughter and cheers. Thankfully, this made me feel more at ease. I continued to dance and removed my shirt. Again, the room erupted into laughter. Next, I ripped off my trousers, threw them around my head a few times, and then threw them at the birthday girl.

I'm now only wearing my thong, and the room was buzzing with laughter and giggles, except for the birthday girl, who still looked rather embarrassed.

I danced around some more. I have to admit, I was starting to feel a little more at ease now."

I really needed my first show to be a success. I found myself thinking back to the other model's shows I'd watched yesterday, and I had an idea.

I took my towel and whipped cream from my bag, and squirted some on the front of my thong. I walked over to one of the ladies and draped the towel over her head, and started thrusting my hips.

She was giggling uncontrollably, but to my shock, she licked the cream off my thong.

The room erupted with laughter again.

Omg, it felt amazing, and my cock started to grow with confidence.

I repeated this with every woman, until I was standing in front of the birthday girl. She looked so embarrassed as I draped the towel over her head. She kicked her legs, giggling. That's when I noticed her little white panties, and my cock stirred again.

I was feeling much more at ease now, and my confidence was growing. I looked at her smiling, thrusting my hips, causing my cock to bounce around in my thong.

I grabbed her hand and rested it against my thong, smiling. The look on her face was priceless; none of her friends could see what was happening.

With the crowd buzzing, I let the towel fall over her head and stepped back, momentarily.

With a mischievous grin, I pulled off my thong, kicking it to the side. The woman's eyes lit up when she saw my cock. Cheers and laughter filled the room again.

I turned back to the birthday girl, whose head was still covered, pulling the towel back over us.

Her eyes widened when she noticed my throbbing cock. I grabbed her hand again and placed it on my cock.

She let out a loud squeal, giggling uncontrollably, as I squirted cream onto the head of my cock.

She still had hold of my cock, and with my other hand, I gently pulled her head towards my cock. I didn't want to be too forceful and push my luck. She was still giggling, trying to pull away; the other women were going wild even though they had no clue what was happening.

Finally, she gave in and licked it off my throbbing head, laughing.

"Omg, it's so big," she giggles.

This made me feel incredibly confident now, and I tried my luck a little, pushing the head of my cock into her mouth. She giggled again but didn't stop me, so I pushed a little further in. To my surprise, she's now actually doing it without my encouragement. That's when I noticed the wedding ring on her finger. It instantly excited me, knowing this woman was sucking my cock while married.

She let my cock fall from her mouth, laughing and shaking her head in shock. Her face was red with embarrassment. I pushed my cock to her lips one last time, and she reluctantly opened her mouth, giggling.

"It's so big," she gasps.

Quickly, I pulled the towel away, exposing our naughty act to all her friends, who erupted into laughter and cheers.

"Go on, Beth, suck that huge cock!" they shouted loudly.

Her face turns a deep shade of red, and she quickly lets my cock fall from her mouth.

I was really starting to enjoy myself, now. So I decide to move on, leaving the extremely embarrassed birthday girl, Beth, alone, and move onto some of the other women.

Some of them were as shy as Beth. But OMG, some of them were wild, pulling and tugging on my cock as soon as I went near them.

Three of the women had no problem sucking my cock in front of the whole group, and it was making me surprisingly aroused; I couldn't believe I was actually getting paid, huge amounts of money for this.

I glanced at my watch, seeing I had just over 10 minutes left. I had a plan on how to end my show with a bang.

I walked back over to the birthday girl, and her eyes widened with fear. Without hesitation, I pulled her off the sofa and walked her into the middle of the room. I gently pushed her to her knees and then pushed her onto her hands.

The look on her face was flustered, and all her friends were cheering and giggling.

I walked behind her and fell to my knees, quickly lifting her dress.

OMG, what a beautiful sight it was. She was wearing a white thong, and she had the most incredible ass.

The room now was electric. Beth was giggling and trying to pull her dress down.

I moved right behind her, pulling her dress down so it was covering my waist, and looked at the crowd for a reaction.

They all burst into hysterical laughter and cheers.

I started to thrust my hips, initiating me fucking her, but I wasn't. She was giggling hysterically, the crowd now a mixture of shock and disbelief at what I was doing. Were they thinking I was actually fucking her? I grinned. My cock felt like it was going to explode.

I upped the antics now and daringly adjusted my position. Now, as I thrust my hips, my cock brushed between her legs and over the front of her panties. I continued doing this for a couple of minutes before looking around, smiling. The expressions on the women's faces now were brilliant.

With the show nearly at an end, I lifted her dress again. This caused another hysterical cheer from them.

"OMG, Beth, did he fuck you, you slag!" one friend shouts.

I look at Beth's expression, her face flustered and red. I take the opportunity to get one last look at her beautiful ass, and my eyes widen. My cock must have pushed her panties to the side a little when I was pretending to fuck her. And omg, what a sight it was—I could just see the entrance of her pussy, and it looked soaking.

My cock twitched with excitement; I couldn't resist. I grab my cock and run my swollen head firmly against her thong, pushing it further to the side. Fuck, I gasp. I do it again; this time, my throbbing head makes direct contact with her wet pussy.

My head was spinning. I really just wanted to fuck her right there, but I had to follow the rules.

I pull her dress down and help her up. She looks at me flustered. I lean forward and peck her reddened cheek before letting her go back to her friends, who are all still cheering loudly.

Omg, I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed this. I quickly get dressed and thank the ladies. Just as I was about to leave, I ask if they could take a minute to leave a review on my profile.

I give Beth a cheeky wink as I walk out.

Driving home, my mood was electric. I was so proud and thankful that I'd managed to pull it off.

My cock was still erect and throbbing, and I needed to take care of it, which I did as soon as I walked through my door.

I rip off my trousers and rush over to the sofa, lying back, and start to stroke my throbbing cock. I was so aroused I knew I wasn't going to last long. My head was flooding with images of the amazing night, especially Beth and her beautiful ass and little wet pussy.

This sent me over the edge.

"Mmm, fuck," I moan, stroking my cock with determination as it shoots thick streams of cum into the air.

The next morning, I wake early, still on a high from yesterday.

I log onto the site, clicking my profile, and check my messages.

There's one from Kim, and I open it intrigued.

"Well Daz, I've just had some really good feedback from your first client. She couldn't speak highly enough about your performance. Well done."

I was so happy to hear this, and I notice another message. It was from the woman who organised last night's booking.

My heart races as I open it.

"Just wanted to thank you for last night. We all had an amazing time, and you definitely entertained us with your rather large asset.

Beth said it was one of the best birthdays she's had. We have another birthday coming up at the end of the month; maybe we might book you again, but this time pay for the package 2."

I was literally shocked reading this. I was so pleased they enjoyed my show. The thought of them booking a package 2 was making my cock hard.

This new job was shaping up to be the best job I've ever had. Honestly, how was I getting paid so well for entertaining these naughty women?