After more than a year and a half practising new moves, the same male striptease sent me a message to ask me and my cousin to come back for an improved show. My cousin was busy getting her store open in a few days, so I decided to ask around to see if anyone who was willing to join me for the show. There’s this female university lecturer who worked with me in a workshop regarding sex education and a male client/ doctor who was also interested. Then I thought of a couple who had Sheila’s Approach Training session with me, thinking the girl might be interested, so I sent the boyfriend a message and he said she was in. Long story short, the university lecturer had a business trip, so she couldn’t make it, and the male stripper preferred perfoming in front of ladies only, so the doctor was not invited. Finally, there was only me, my female client and her friend. It didn’t occur to me to send them what to expect to the very last day, since I didn’t get the confirmation of the hotel from the stripper till weekend and I was swamped during weekends as always. We decided to meet up at 6:30 near the venue to discuss what to expect and whether we would attend an event in which speakers would talk about Rules of Dating, Sex and Consent. I arrived at the coffee shop an hour early to find parking and to meet up with an old client. When they finally came to meet me, I sent the lady the link to my post detailing what happened last time. We sat there for about 15 minutes then left to find the venue. I sent the stripper two Airbnb on my massage list that have parking on the premises, but for some reasons, he chose a different one that was hard to access. It was in a old colonial building on Nguyen Hue walking street; it was in prime location alright but the staircase was quite dark and messy. We got there on time. The ladies were decked out with make-up, one with an open back top and the other with a tube top showing her tiny waist and half of the boobs. They got cat calls pretty much every where they went and turned every possible head. The stripper came to the top of the staircase to meet us and welcomed us to the place. Before the show started, I asked the ladies to read the post again to make sure what they were in for. We had a chitchat to get to know one another, then he offered us some water to drink. He then turned on the music and snaked his body to the bed. He crawled on the bed like a cougar. He looked much more confident this time and his movement seemed to be more clear cut and professional. He was dressed in a buttoned up shirt and belted jeans. He was still tanned and toned with six pack as I remembered him last time. He shook his butt in front of the coffee table then in front of us. At times, he faced us and gave us a lapdance. He set the rules of looking but not touching and we were fine with it, since as a performer, you definitely don’t want people to touch you without your consent. Things started to get heated when he unbuttoned his shirt one by one to show his ripped abs. He took my advice into account by spanking his butt twice. There were a few moves that I think were great such as what he could do with a belt. He used it to blindfold my eyes, to put it around the lady’s neck like what you see in BDSM and pulled her closer to his chest. He also wrapped it around the lady’s friend body to pull her closer to give her excitement. Out of the three of us, the lady’s friend seemed to have a whale of time; she said it was the highlight of her year, the best Christmas present and she gigled all the time. The lady and I were under impression that the stripper and her friend kinda liked each other, so we kinda directed all the act toward her friend. Eventually the stripper removed his underwear and showed his tool. The girls’ mouths were agape. They were shy at first and did not keep eye contact or dare to look at his toy. Then he encouraged everybody to look. For me, it was kinda normal; I have seen hundreds of dicks as doctors might have. He started to oil and rub his dick. Suddenly, the rules were changed. He allowed and encouraged the audience to touch his body and his ball. He took special interest in the lady’s friend and asked for her hands. I told her that she didn’t have to do anything if she didn’t want to. She reached out and under his guidance touching his chest and his abs, then went down to his thigh and he let her hands free to do whatever she wanted. As the show went on, he put more oil on his dick and touched it vigorously; he asked me if I knew how to and could give a prostate massage; I said I couldn’t and I didn’t wish to know either. He then showed us how to massage prostates by doing it himself. Last time, I told him I expected to see more tricks he could do with his dick like what girls could do with their pussy in ping pong shows in Thailand. It went on for a good ten minutes without a new move; we were kinda bored but at the same time felt it was rude to just end it since it was obvious that the guy put a lot of practice into this. The stripper suddenly asked for a helping hand and the lady’s friend felt sorry for him, she decided to help him by touching his ball and his cock for a minute. We became very hungry, and it looked like it might take a while for the show to end since clearly he couldn’t climax due to stage fright or overexcitement, I told him he needed to wash up and he could join us to eat. We went to a Thai restaurant and talked for some more. Overall, the ladies seemed to enjoy it and the stripper asked me to come back for a third show after Tet. There was a possibility of them asking him to perform in a hen’s party for their friend. The lady also suggested the stripper to have more outfit or costumes to change into. He gave them his business card and talked about his professional career. After I got home for about 30 minutes, the lady’s boyfriend sent me a message on FB to swear at me, accusing me to take advantage of the girls. He told me to have conveniently sent the link right before the show. Before I could explain myself, he blocked all communication from me. There goes my attempt to have female friends. This incident, however, raised many questions:
1 The ladies seemed to place more trust in a strange man than in another lady, since they seemed to talk to the stripper more than me and dismissed whatever I said especially when they are given all attention. I wonder if it is the Vietnamese culture thing that we tend to assume Westerners are better educated and more credible than a fellow countryman or it is a universal thing where women tend to regard other women as rivals and men as potential partners.
2 The ladies that came to the show were at least in their mid twenties with a college degree, and they were not intoxicated. They were capable of making up their minds whether they wanted to stay or leave or say no to a certain request. Suddenly I was made to be responsible for their consent. The consent her boyfriend just robbed her of by forbidding her to contact me.
3 What if the shoe were on the other foot? What if a sexy toned female stripper asked the male audience to touch them after giving them a free lapdance then masturbated and asked for a helping hand placed on her boobs or vagina as a part of the show? Would the female stripper be considered a pervert? Would the male spectator tell his girlfriend what happened at the striptease show? Would the girlfriend of the male onlooker think the stripper used him? Would the man think he has been taken advantage of?
4 During the show, I kept looking at the lady’s friend and saw how much fun she had. I wonder how much she has missed out in a conventional setting. It was only when men were not around, they actually got to experiment with “sexual acts” that are labelled as “exploited, perverted” from a man’s perspective.
I wish there were a better story to tell you. I did not mean for our evening to end like that. The evening would have been perfect if the performer had been a woman and all of us men.