Date: Wed, 13 Jul 2011 16:46:52 -0600 From: Brant Higgins Subject: Stepping Into The Spotlight - Chapter 8 Hey all - helps me to write when I know you're reading....shoot me an email! Chapter Eight The strip I did at the soroity party really made my want to do it more. It went well and I had such an awesome time doing it that I wanted to know what other opportunities existed. I contacted a couple "singing telegram" services to find out if they were hiring guys and what the deal would be. It sounded like there were definitely opportunities, but there were also other guys who worked for them and usually got first shot. I went to an "audition" to talk about what I had done and to show what I could do. Obviously my experience was pretty limited, but they thought I had a great body for it. Overall they were satisfied and would call when they needed me. It was a couple weeks before an opportunity came up, but one Friday afternoon my phone rang - a guy they had booked to do a party had some conflict at the last minute and they wanted to know if I could do it. It was a batchellorette party that evening at a private residence maybe 5 miles away. Problem was, I didn't have my bike at school and I didn't have any transportation and Tim didn't have a car either. At the beginning of the year Rob had told me if I needed to use his car I could, but I never had asked. So...it figured it was about time to let someone else on this. I won't say Rob and I were close friends, but we confided some things in each other, he had a car and I figured he'd find out sooner or later. I explained the art class thing to him and then the soroity party (leaving out the details on Tim sucking mre off afterwards of course). I told him I really need the money and decided this would be a way to make some. He was kinda surprised by it all, but was cool with it and agreed to loan me his car that evening as long as I wasn't drinking, etc. The party was at a pretty nice home. Fortunately they didn't want a cop or biker dude or something like that (I was going to get that stuff as I needed it), just someone in nice street clothes to strip down and dance a bit in front of the girl getting married so wore what I wore for the soroity gig. The strip was to be a surprise, so as instructed I called a number when I got there. This girl (woman) maybe in her late 20's was waiting outside when I got there to get me in without someone else noticing. Her first comment was something about my being the youngest person at the party. I wasn't sure how to take it. I responded with something about it being good that women liked younger men. It made me feel a little nervous, that maybe they were wanting someone a bit older, but I forced the thought out of my head and just confidently moved on like I knew what I was doing. Unlike the soroity party, the guests were in their early 20's to 40's and a couple older too (a grandma). The girl the party was for was probably in her mid 20's, pretty cute and did enjoy my showing off in front of her. I did something at that party which I learned really worked well and continued to as much as possible in future strips I've done - get the audience involved. Have them unbutton shirts, unzip pants, untie drawstrings, slide off shirts, basically get them to take off clothes as much as possible. The coolest thing for me about this party was tipping. The soroity girls didn't, these people did - and big! The gig ended just like the other on did, with her sitting down and me wearing bikini briefs semi hard in front of her. After the music ended I gave her a big hug and wished her luck, along with a few smiles and took some ass grabs on my way out of the room. Again, it was fun and a total rush. I was really digging this. I got back the dorm, put Rob's keys on his desk and went out searching for friends to hang out with as really it was still pretty early for a Friday night. I didn't see or talk to Rob until the first thing next morning. Me: "Thanks again for letting me use your car". Rob: "Hey, you're welcome" Me: "Rob, I'm hoping to be able to do more of those. Can we work something out? Like I bring it back with a full tank?" Rob: "It's okay man, if I don't need it you can use it." Me: "Awesome - I'll definitely pay you something for it". Rob: "Ok....um....hey....I got a question." Me: "Ask me anything Rob." Rob: "You didn't take off all your clothes, did you?" Me: "No, just down to my underwear." Rob: "Cool." Me: "Why? If I did take everything off would you not let me borrow your car?" (Had to have some fun with this) Rob: "Long as you don't sit in it naked man." Me: "Ok, I'll just sit in it in my underwear then". Rob: "Dick" (something like that) Rob was a cool roommate. I got a call from the company on Monday afternoon that they had receive an awesome review on my performance and they would definitely be calling me for other gigs. And they did. I had acquired a Dominos pizza uniform and started working on some law enforcement looking attire. The money was good for a college student and by the time the school year pulled to a close I had done probably six or seven more gigs. Most were at private residences or apartment complexes but a couple were at bars/restaurants. Besides the issue of trying to talk my way into bars when I was only twenty, the bar/restaurant gigs have a much larger audience than just the group you're stripping for. Of course you never control over who is there anyway, but it made me realize pretty early on that people close to me were going to find out I was doing this. I had already pretty much figured that, but was now certain. One Tuesday after a gig at a sportsbar the prior weekend, a guy in one of my classes comes over to me before class. We had been in the same group for a class project at the beginning of the semester and hit it off pretty well. I had felt during the group project there was some interest he had in me. He'd ask questions which seemed like he was trying to learn about me more. I saw him fairly often at the rec. center gym and I definitely had some attraction to him. He was just barely shorter than me and had a rocking body. He had jet black hair, cut short. He had tufts of black hair in his pits which I had noticed while he was doing bench presses. I spotted me one time when I was benching and I noticed a nice buldge in his shorts - for me maybe?? He always wore really fashionable clothes and just had the "look" in a dude which always turned me on. He was short and powerful, cute as hell and had a fantastic smile. I can't say that I had ever really fantasized about him, but more than once discretely watched him working out. Like my roommate, his name was also Rob. Rob: "So, did I see you out Saturday night at a birthday party?" Me: "I didn't see you there. Did I look like I was trying to dance?" Rob: "You were doing ok. Nice job. I wouldn't have the guts to do that." Me: (Decided to make a little bit of a move) "You'd look good doing it." Rob: "Thanks, I'm sure not as good as you did." I smiled and licked and bit my lip, trying to figure out what to say next. A few different expressions flashed across his face - first of curiousity, then maybe a little nervousness, then revelation maybe... Rob: "Um...Wanna grab a beer some time?" Me: "Yea, I'd like that, but I don't have an ID. The only reason they let me is Saturday was because of the party." Rob: "I hang out a lot at a place a ways from campus. They won't ID you if you're with me." Me: "Cool, but I'm not stripping without a big tip." Rob: "We'll see about that."