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Oral or Manual? A True Story
by Tanya Simmonds (tanya_simmonds@yahoo.co.uk)

***

When Janine booked a male stripper for her friend's 
batchelorette party, she didn't know that the show came 
with extra services. What followed led to a lasting 
relationship that endured. (MF, mast, oral, exh, voy, 
rom)

***

Author Note: This a re-presententation of the very first 
erotic story ever written by best-selling femdom 
novelist, Tanya Simmonds. It is an exact account of an 
actual incident, so if you are looking for fantasy sex, 
this is probably not for you.

***

Forward

Thank you for joining me for this special re-
presentation of Oral or Manual? – A True Story.

This is where it began for me: an autobiographical 
account of an event that changed my life.

In 2004, I was a novice writer. However, my rusty first 
effort, Oral or Manual? – A True Story, attracted the 
attention of a myriad of tastes, the majority of which 
were from the BDSM community.

At the time, I was shocked. Their interest was 
apparently down to a virtually 'throw-away' line in my 
story. Subsequently, I became inundated with requests to 
write stories based around S & M fantasies. Some were so 
disgusting, I dismissed them outright. But using my own 
initiative, I created a niche that resulted in FIVE 
femdom novels with four publishers on both sides of the 
Atlantic and five star ratings on Amazon.

During my period of seeking a publishing deal, I was 
offered £150 for Oral or Manual? – IF I could edit it 
down to 3,000 words. After some consideration, I 
refused. This story doesn't belong to the commercial 
world. It belongs to the world of human sensuality.

I invite you to read my closing comments at the end of 
the story.

Tanya Simmonds

***

Janine Saunders was thirty-nine years of age, reasonably 
attractive with long, raven-black hair. She was not 
slender, however, certainly not too heavy. She was what 
one might call 'curvaceous.' 

She had been divorced from her husband for five years. 
He was a consultant cardio-surgeon who had had too much 
of a taste for extra-marital encounters which ultimately 
led to the demise of the marriage. Janine, a career 
woman in her own right, remained in the marital home in 
Warwick in Central England. She enjoyed a vigorous 
social life and was emotionally supported by numerous 
girl friends, one of whom, Stacy Parkhouse, was 
preparing to marry her fiancι, a computer analyst.
 
The week prior to Stacy's hen night, Vickie, another 
friend of Janine's had paid her a visit on the Monday 
morning. Vickie was thirty years of age, single and 
extremely wild.

"Are we having the party here, Janine?" Vickie asked.

"Yes," Janine replied. "I thought it would be better 
than going into town. Too many arseholes."

"That's true enough." A thought suddenly occurred to 
Vickie and she couldn't disguise the immediate 
enthusiasm that it inspired in her voice. "Why don't we 
get her a stripper?"

Janine's eyebrows rose as she processed the suggestion. 
"Do you really think that Stacy would like that?"

"Well, probably not, but she got one for me on my 
Birthday a couple of years back. God, he was awful!"

"Yes, I heard about that," Janine said with a frown. 
"Quite ugly or something, wasn't he?"

Vickie's face crumpled in revulsion. "Hideous, skinny - 
and he had body odour! Stacy was even more embarrassed 
about it than I was."

"Well, what if the same happens again?" The reservation 
in Janine's tone was undeniable.

"I don't know." 

The truth was that Vickie really didn't know. Private 
party strippers or 'stripograms' as they were known had 
a truly terrible reputation in that area. Booking one 
had become, for the most part, something that one did as 
a surprise for someone who was an extremely unpopular 
individual.

"Shall we check the Yellow Pages and see what's on 
offer," Vickie suggested.

"Ok." Janine stepped over to the kitchen telephone and 
picked up the yellow book from the side table. She 
flicked through the pages until she came to the letter 
'S' and began perusing for stripograms. Upon locating 
the word, the text diverted her to 'Kissograms,' thereby 
annoyingly causing her to flick back to the letter 'K.' 
Finally, she found it. 

There appeared to be four companies advertising that 
type of service. Three of them were offering both male 
and female strippers with advertising accompanied by 
cartoon artwork. It was the second ad in the column that 
caught Janine's eye. It was the only ad that sported an 
actual photograph of a man – and a gorgeous man at that. 
He was broad-shouldered, lean with totally defined 
pectorals, a six-pack abdominal structure and short dark 
hair. The picture was quite small, however there was 
enough there to convey the message. 

As Janine's eyes were focused upon the ad, the 
particulars gradually came to her attention. The 
business was advertised as Ultimate Stud Stripograms and 
the heading was followed by a very appealing slogan: 
'Gorgeous Guys for the Ladies only – These Guys are the 
Real Thing!'
 
Complimented by the image of that beautiful young man, a 
company which specialized purely in male strippers for 
ladies, Janine was almost instantly sold.

"Hello," Vickie said, waving her hand back and forth 
across Janine's eyes. "Earth to Janine! Earth to Janine! 
Are you there?"

Janine suddenly realised that she had become momentarily 
trance-like at the sight of the ad and urgently desired 
for her friend to share in it. "Look at this one," she 
said pointing to the photograph. 

Vickie took the book and studied the ad and picture for 
a moment. "Oh, yes definitely," she said, excited. "Call 
them, Jan. Call them."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am serious. Call them and get a price. There are 
sixteen of us coming to the party. We can all chip in."

Smiling, mischievously, Janine stepped over to the 
telephone and began to dial the number, her heart 
pounding louder with each touch of the keypad. It marked 
the first time that she had ever done anything like this 
and her apprehension was apparent. After two rings, the 
call was answered by a very warm sounding female voice. 
"Ultimate Stud Stripograms, how can I help?"

"Oh, hello," Janine said trying desperately to sound 
confident and competent. "I am having a hen night at my 
home on Saturday and we were considering the possibility 
of having a male stripper."

"Certainly," the lady replied. "Whereabouts is your 
home? What area?"

"Oh, the house is in Warwick."

"Warwick? No problem. And what sort of time were you 
thinking of having it?"

"Just a moment, I'll ask my friend." Janine called over 
to Vickie in a hushed whisper. "What sort of time on 
Saturday do you think, Vic?"

"Shall we say... at about eleven? She'll be well tanked 
up by then." 

Vickie's plan was calculated. If Stacy was intoxicated 
at the time, there was the possibility of her being more 
receptive to the idea of having a total stranger make a 
spectacle of himself in front of her.

"How about eleven o' clock?" Janine said to the lady on 
the phone. 

"Oh, quite a late one," came the reply. "In that case, 
no problem. You can take your pick of the guys. They 
will have all finished by that time."

"Seriously?"

"Of course."

"The guy in the photo in the book," Janine said, 
hopefully, "can we have him?"

"Logan? Yes he's available. He really is gorgeous. And 
he's American."

Logan! She thought. That can't be his real name. But 
then, if he's American... she suddenly experienced a 
slight secretion in her groin. She was actually becoming 
sexually aroused as thoughts of romantic and erotic 
scenes involuntarily flooded her mind.

"Now," the lady asked, drawing Janine out of her 
daydream, "would you be looking for a Full Monty show or 
would you prefer that he leave his G-string on?"

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," Janine said, quite 
surprised and lowered the phone again. "G-string or Full 
Monty, Vic?"

"Full Monty!" Vickie replied in a tone which suggested 
that there should never have been any question about it.

"Full Monty," Janine conveyed back to the lady.

"You are aware that a Full Monty show is quite hard-core 
and sexually graphic in its content?"

"Err, just a second again." Janine lowered the phone 
once more. "Vic, she says that the Full Monty show is 
quite... graphic."

"Great." Vickie demonstrated all the signs of total 
irresponsibility, throwing caution to the wind. "Book 
it!"

Janine replaced the receiver to her ear and confirmed 
that such was acceptable. "Yes, that's fine. What would 
be the cost for this and how long would he be on for?"

"A Full Monty in the Warwick area?" The lady replied. 
"That would be £80, payable to the stripper on the 
night, before he goes in and he will be performing on 
her for approximately ten minutes... which may not seem 
that long, but trust me – in those ten minutes, 
everything that you could possibly imagine... will 
happen!"

"Eighty-pounds!" Janine replied. Her tone was an 
automatic acknowledgment that the price was far from 
unreasonable which was affirmed by an eager thumbs-up 
from Vickie. "That's fine. Can I go ahead and book it, 
please."

"Of course," the lady said. "Now I must take you through 
a few things first. Do you have a CD player in the area 
where he will be performing?"

"Yes, I do."

"Good. Now, because this is a Full Monty show, I will 
need to get him there for you at 10.30, because he will 
need to... prepare."

"Prepare?" Janine asked. 

Instantaneously, Vickie fell off of her chair in fits of 
hysterics. Vickie was considerably more familiar with 
the particulars of strippers than Janine was and she 
found her friend's naivety to be, somewhat, hilarious. 

"Yes," the lady replied, "and for that he will require a 
private room where he can be alone to... do... what he 
has to do."

"Oh there are several rooms here where he can get 
changed." 

"Well, he'll be doing more than getting changed in it," 
came the response. 

By this time, Janine was beginning to get a clue as to 
what this might be all about and considered the thought 
of such a gorgeous young man masturbating himself to 
erection in her bedroom to be erotically sweet. "That's 
not a problem." 

"Wonderful. Then you will wait for him outside the house 
at 10.30?"

"Certainly."

"In that case, I will need your name and the address." 

Janine gave all of the details and believed that all was 
finalized when the lady on the other end of the phone 
provided her with some additional information – the type 
of information which caused her to question whether or 
not she was dreaming.

"Alright," the lady resumed with a professional tone. 
"Now you have booked a hard core Full Monty show with 
us, for a performance late at night in a private house."

"Yes," Janine agreed, a little confused by the re-
iteration of everything which they had been discussing.

"In that case, might I be correct in assuming that you 
are quite... broad-minded?"

By now Janine was extremely intrigued. "Well... I think 
I am."

"How would you feel if I were to tell you that you fit 
the criteria for the free-of-charge extras?" 

Upon hearing that, Janine's senses went into overdrive 
with curiosity and intrigue. "Free-of-charge extras?" 

Upon hearing, Vickie's face suddenly sprang upwards in 
amazement.

"Now you must promise me that you won't be offended by 
this," insisted the woman.

"I won't, I won't," Janine replied, eager to learn the 
secret.

"Ok, allow me to explain it all. As you may be aware, 
stripograms around these parts almost never live up to 
expectation."

"So I hear."

"Well, unfortunately, this has caused people to be wary 
about booking them and what we have on offer here are 
some truly gorgeous guys who are members of the male 
dance revue Lust Shock. We want to let the public know 
that they too are available for private party shows. As 
such, they agreed to a proposal which nobody else will 
compete with and which will create a memory in the mind 
of one particular guest who will never forget that 
party."

"Well, what do they do?" Janine asked, eagerly.

"They have to work within the law," explained the lady, 
"and there may be legal issues with a stripper engaging 
in actual sexual intercourse with a guest at the time 
and place of a performance, we just can't be sure."

Janine's eyebrows rose.

"However, after his performance and providing that... 
it... occurs within a private room away from public view 
in a private residence, the other person is totally 
consenting and no money has changed hands specifically 
for it – he is permitted to pleasure a woman to orgasm 
either by manual stimulation or, should the lady prefer 
– he can go down on her."

Janine suddenly felt the urge to masturbate. Her heart 
was racing with excitement as she responded. "A-are you 
serious?" 

"Yes I am," replied the lady with sincerity. "But we do 
restrict this to one lady and one lady only. But it is a 
gift for her pleasure and not for his. We only ask that 
you choose a woman who is not married and preferably 
does not have a boyfriend."

Janine had silently made her choice already. "Um... ok. 
I will make a few enquiries," she lied. "That sounds 
utterly fantastic."

"I am so happy that you are pleased," the lady said 
warmly. "Oh, and there is one other thing."

"What's that?"

"We want to provide the ultimate service and in view of 
our highly disappointing competition we have one more 
offer for you."

"I see." 

"Many ladies also complain about the inadequate penis 
size of many of these stripogram-types. Therefore, given 
that you are the lady who has booked the show, you may 
do a pre-show penis-size check on Logan."

"Oh, thank you," Janine responded in complete shock, "t-
that's very kind of you."

"But I can assure you, you won't be disappointed. Have a 
wonderful party on Saturday."

"Thank you, and goodbye." Janine hung up and in a daze, 
turned to Vickie, trance-like.

"Well," Vickie insisted with intrigue, "what did she 
say?"

"Something so amazing, it's too good to be true."

"What?" 

"She said that after his performance he can take one 
woman into a room and eat her out."

"No way!" Vickie said, open-jawed. "Seriously?"

Janine nodded with a glint of exhilaration in her eyes. 
 
"Seriously."

***

Janine and Vickie had discussed whether or not either of 
them could go through with taking advantage of the 
unbelievable offer from the stripogram agency. They had 
decided that, although the thought of it was an 
incredible turn-on, it may be very different when 
confronted with the reality. It was Vickie, the wild 
one, who ironically, displayed the most uncertainty. 
However, they decided not to discuss it with any of 
their friends who would be attending that night. For 
one, most of them were either married or romantically 
involved and secondly, even if such was not the case, 
Janine and Vickie wanted to keep their own options open. 
If anyone was going to enjoy the offer it would be one 
of the two of them.

The night following the discussion with the stripogram 
agency, Janine masturbated passionately to the thought 
of the beautiful, muscular man in the photograph in the 
Yellow Pages pleasuring her clitoris with his tongue. 
She brought herself to five orgasms that night, so 
aroused had she become. Since her divorce, she had had 
several one night stands, but none of them had shown 
great interest in her pleasure. 

They had been totally selfish and had given her a series 
of totally unfulfilling experiences. Her husband had 
been very proficient with cunnilingus, but even he had 
never managed to bring her to a climax purely by the 
performance of his tongue alone. Neither did his 
physicality resemble that of the young man in the 
photograph. Never before had she been with a man who 
possessed such a body.

For five nights, she masturbated feverishly. She gave 
herself one night off. Should she be the one to 
experience the offer, she wanted to retain some 
sensitivity in her vagina.

The night finally arrived and Janine's living room was 
occupied by drunken friends who were laughing and 
dancing. Music was blasting out of the sound system and 
the floor was littered with Ann Summers' products. 

At 10.15, Janine and Vickie looked at one another. There 
was only fifteen minutes before he was due to arrive. 
Earlier in the evening they had secretly collected 
eighty pounds from guests at a rate of £5 per head, 
unbeknownst to Stacy who by that time was rather merry.

At 10.25, Janine and Vickie seemingly innocently walked 
out of the living room and into the kitchen. Once 
inside, they crept out of the house via the kitchen door 
and walked along the side of the house to the front, 
where they awaited their quarry.

They had been outside for barely more than one minute 
when they heard a car pulling up by the side of the 
house, behind the trees. Janine and Vickie looked at one 
another again, giggling nervously. After a few moments, 
they heard the car door close and the footsteps began to 
come closer. 

Within seconds, he was there in front of them, walking 
down the driveway, holding a sports bag over his 
shoulder and smiling warmly all the way. He was tall, 
easily over six feet and broad-shouldered. His hair was 
gelled and looked perhaps a little lighter than it 
appeared in the Yellow Pages photograph, however it had 
been a black and white image on cheap yellow paper 
stock. His face was very wholesome-looking which was 
unusual for a stripper and yet he was unmistakably 
rugged as opposed to the contemporary male-model, 
androgynous boy-who-looks-like-a-girl-types. His skin 
was tanned and looked almost flawless. Janine estimated 
that he was, perhaps twenty-eight and his appeal was 
enhanced by his arriving, fully clad in the uniform of a 
fire-fighter. 

Yes, she thought. He is absolutely gorgeous. 

"Hi, ladies," he said. "I'm Logan."

Oh, my God, Janine thought. He is American after all.

The accent particularly excited her as, in fact, it had 
many of his previous customers.

"Hi," she managed. "I'm Janine and this is Vickie."

Logan walked over and kissed Janine and Vickie each on 
the cheek. He was clearly a man who knew how to charm a 
lady and neither woman could fail but to notice how 
gorgeous he smelled, also.

"This is for you," Janine said as she handed Logan the 
eighty pounds in cash.

"Thank you."

"Now, we have a room for you to get yourself set up," 
Janine said, "but we must creep up there quietly 
otherwise Stacy will know that you're here."

"Of course," he replied. "I'll follow you."

God, that accent! "Ok, follow us!" 

Logan followed Janine and Vickie back around the side of 
the opulent house and into the kitchen. From there they 
hurried him along the kitchen wall, out of view and into 
the hallway to the awaiting stairwell. They crept 
upstairs and along the landing into Janine's bedroom. 

As they arrived, a stab of self-consciousness overcame 
Vickie as she realized that she could not go through 
with the offer. She knew that she would, however, 
receive a tremendous rush from the thought of her friend 
experiencing it. She whispered into Janine's ear before 
turning around to return to the party. "I will leave you 
two to discuss... you know..." 

Janine breathed a sigh of relief. There was to be no 
argument or dilemma now. Her fantasy was going to come 
true. She was to be the one!

Logan stepped into Janine's bedroom with her. "A 
beautiful house you have, ma'am," he said sincerely.

"Thank you."

"Now, I am going to need about twenny minutes to prepare 
so let's synchronize watches," he suggested. "What time 
do you make it?"

"Ten thirty-five," she replied as she looked at her 
watch.

"Me too, so I should be ready by ten fifty-five which is 
when I'll be coming down." He reached into his bag and 
produced a CD which he handed to Janine. "Ma'am, I need 
you to get the CD ready to play this and have Stacy sat 
in a chair in the middle of the room in twenny minutes. 
Play the music on the CD at full blast and that's when I 
will come in and let loose on her, ok?"
 
"Ok," she replied trying to sound confident. Ask him! 
Ask him! "Um... Logan?" 
 
"Yes," he replied.

"W-when I...booked you, t-the lady who I spoke to told 
me that there were..." she paused as a means of 
controlling her stammering "...among other things... 
that you... do... I mean... after the show..."

Logan responded with great ease and confidence. "Sure. 
Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Well, yes." She gazed longingly at him, slightly 
embarrassed about what she was about to reveal. The word 
suddenly fell from her lips: "Me!"

Logan suddenly became infused with excitement. It was 
extremely rare for a customer to actually accept the 
offer and on the occasions when they did so, it was 
usually a fairly disgusting-looking, obese and quite 
rough-looking woman on a council estate upon whom he was 
duty bound to perform such an intimate act. It often 
caused him to gag whilst doing it to them; however 
Janine was an attractive and classy woman whose diction 
demonstrated quality. "Well, ma'am," he said cheerfully, 
"I would consider it an honour."

 How can he be so casual about something like that? 
However, his approach certainly put Janine at ease - 
enough, in fact, for her to ask him her second question; 
a question which she considered to be rather harsh and 
cruel. "There is also something else I would like to 
ask."

"Sure," he replied in the same easy-going tone.

"We have had strippers before," she lied, "who are not 
very... you know... well-endowed. I was told that I 
could have a look at yours before you went downstairs."

"Sure, ok. Just do me one favour, please."

"Yes?"

"I told you that it was going to take me twenny minutes 
to prepare, yeah?"

"Yes."

"Well, look at your watch again and give me ten minutes. 
After ten minutes just knock on that door and I will let 
you have a look, ok?"

"Ok," she replied looking at her watch again.

"Would you like to see it erect or not?"

Janine blushed. "C-can I see it both ways?"

"Sure," he replied. "But I may need your help if you 
want to see it erect, quickly."

Janine couldn't take any more at that time. "I'll see 
you in ten minutes." She made her way out of the 
bedroom, grinning with embarrassment yet simultaneously 
impressed with herself for having the courage to ask him 
such questions. She closed the door behind her and made 
her way downstairs. 

Logan hurriedly dropped the pants off of his fire-
fighter uniform, grabbed a pornographic magazine out of 
his sports bag and began to masturbate. Once he was in 
erection, he reached into the bag again and drew out a 
penis vacuum pump: a standard piece of equipment used by 
male strippers. He oiled down the shaft of his penis 
with baby oil and slid it into the pump. After a few 
squeezes of the bulb, his penis swelled within the flask 
as the vacuum caused his penile tissue to completely 
fill the eight-inch cylinder. 

He looked at his watch and timed the inflation for two 
minutes before releasing the pressure for thirty 
seconds, after which, he inflated it again for another 
two minutes. Just as the slender arm of his watch 
touched the '12', indicating that the second two minutes 
had expired, the expected knock on the door came.

She's keen, he thought to himself and quickly removed 
his manhood from the pump, carefully concealing the 
device back in his sports bag. He stood up, naked from 
the waist down: his penis hanging long and thick between 
his thighs. He walked across to the door and opened it 
inwards, concealing himself as Janine stepped in. Once 
she was inside, he closed the door behind him and turned 
to face her.

She looked him in the eye for a second and then lowered 
her gaze to his groin. "Mmm," she murmured with a tone 
indicating that she was quite impressed. "You are a big 
boy, aren't you?"

"Thank you, ma'am," he replied.

"How big does it get when you are excited?"

"Well, ma'am," he said, "I always get a little nervous 
before a gig and it is not always easy for me to get it 
up. Do you think that you could help me there?"

"What do I have to do?" she asked, with naivetι.

"You know," he responded awkwardly. "Would you...play 
with it?"

"Oh, I see. I don't know...I mean...you want me to touch 
you there?"

"Yes."

She didn't say another word. She merely reached out her 
hand slowly and took hold of his manhood. It felt warm 
in her hand as she began to move the foreskin back and 
forth, gently causing Logan's respiration to increase. 
She suddenly became very aroused as his penis began to 
swell to her touch. Her vagina began to moisten in her 
jeans and her arousal increased the pace of her hand 
upon him, until very quickly, he became fully erect.

She moved closer to him as she continued to masturbate 
him and drew her lips to his. They kissed deeply and 
tenderly. Logan responded by embracing her in what had 
become a sincere moment of intimacy. Moments later she 
pulled away and stood back to behold the size of his 
erect penis as it jutted out towards her.

He was very, very large.

"Thank you, Logan," she said. "That will be fine." With 
that, she turned away and departed again, questioning 
why on earth she felt compelled to do what she had just 
done. Was it curiosity? Was it lust? Because she 
certainly could not, in her heart of hearts, have cared 
less how big his penis was. Perhaps it was simply 
because – she could!

Nevertheless, as it turned out, it really was something 
to see.

Logan was now in full erection. He felt incredibly 
aroused, especially since he knew what he was going to 
be doing after his performance. He seized the moment, 
reached into his bag again and grabbed the bottle of 
lubricant in order to oil the base of his erection. Such 
was necessary to facilitate the next phase of his work. 

He opened a side pocket in the bag and drew out a small 
polythene carrier which was filled with rubber bands. 
Taking a small handful out, he dropped them onto 
Janine's bed, retaining one in his hand. He quickly 
looped it, and slid the loop along the length of his 
penis as far as it would go, right up to the point of 
his shaved pubic hair area. The pubic hairs were shaved 
for that very reason. 

He was about to tie off his organ very tightly at the 
base so as to entrap the blood within the shaft and 
nothing would be more agonising than to catch a pubic 
hair in the tie-off. He pulled the band tightly, looped 
it around his scrotum and then took some tightened 
slack, looped it and pulled it up again from the bottom 
over to the top of his penis where it snapped onto the 
existing taut band. 

Logan winced for a moment as he always did during this 
dreadful procedure. However, it was still far from over. 
As a re-enforcement, he selected another band and 
repeated the same ordeal.
 
As with all male strippers, this was standard practice. 
Its purpose was to maintain the image of a large penis, 
which, without such an uncomfortable procedure, the pre-
stage apprehension would reduce the size of the shaft to 
its smallest flaccidity, thereby opening the performer 
up to much humiliating ridicule. The illusion which the 
tie-off created was the size of an erection which 
curiously hung downwards as if flaccid. During 
performance, the dim party lights rendered the two bands 
and the 'purple' colour of the shaft, virtually 
unnoticeable. 

Logan hurriedly pulled his G-String and fire-fighter 
pants back on, set up his props within the costume and 
upon his person, put on the fire-fighter's helmet, 
grabbed his bag and exited the bedroom.

As he approached the top of the stairs, he saw Janine 
waiting at the bottom. He gave her a nod and she rushed 
off to start up the CD on the sound system. Logan walked 
down the stairs and concealed himself behind the living 
room door.

Please don't take too long, he thought to himself. Such 
eagerness to perform was extremely common for him, in 
fact, for the majority of male strippers. Once he had 
tied off his penis, the pain was so profound that at 
that moment, his only desire was to get the show out of 
the way so that he could return to the bedroom to remove 
the confounded rubber bands.

Within sixty seconds, the familiar rock guitar intro to 
Def Leppard's 'Let's Get Rocked' began – and Logan burst 
into the living room to the additional sound of jubilant 
female cheer. He spotted Stacy immediately, sitting in a 
chair in the centre of the room, exactly as he had 
directed. She was a beautiful young woman. He estimated 
that she was, perhaps twenty five with short blonde 
hair, dressed in a garnish of helium balloons and 'L' 
plates. 

She lowered her head into her hands, giggling at the 
sight of him. Before she knew it, he was standing in 
front of her reaching into the pocket of his fire-
fighter jacket for something. Whatever it was apparently 
enabled him to cause a display of fire to seemingly 
appear from his hands as he turned to the girls in the 
crowd. He stroked the flame along the front of the fire-
retardant jacket. 

From that, it became apparent to Janine and all present 
that if nothing else – this man was a showman!

Logan proceeded to gyrate around Stacy in a teasing 
fashion, before turning to the audience to slowly peel 
off the Velcro-opening of the jacket. Gradually, his 
smooth pectorals were revealed, followed by his ripped 
abs and then – a dildo protruding from the waistband of 
his pants – to the sound of raucous laughter. He turned 
to Stacy revealing the dildo to her shocked eyes and 
then he began to let loose. He stroked the dildo around 
her body, touching even her most intimate areas. It was 
clear that his intention was to shock, as appropriate to 
the mindset of his intoxicated audience. 

He invited Stacy to stand and motioned for her to bend 
over the chair, to which she complied with a giggle. He 
took a whip from his bag and began to lightly flagellate 
her rear end. 

He had completely stripped to all but his G-string in a 
teasing fashion, revealing his hard body to his 
audience. Having cupped Stacy's hands, he poured baby 
oil into them and motioned for her to rub it in all over 
his torso and back, causing his muscularity to gleam. 

It was as the second music track began, that the shock-
value moved onto another level. He picked Stacy up in 
his muscular arms and lowered her to the floor, holding 
her arms over her head with one hand as he slid his way 
down her body with his tongue until he reached her 
crotch, underneath her skirt. He proceeded to gently 
lick her vagina through her knickers and Stacy yelped in 
shock as her friends screamed with excitement – all save 
for Janine. 

Janine closed her eyes with extreme arousal as the 
anticipation that he would be doing that to her for real 
very shortly, overcame her.

More screams were heard as Logan simulated screwing 
Stacy in time with the music – a track entitled 'Make 
Love like a Man.' 

By the time Janine opened her eyes, Stacy was kneeling, 
her head fixed under a towel which was draped around 
Logan's waist with her hands handcuffed behind her back. 
She noticed that Logan's G-string was on the floor. My 
God, Janine thought. He's got her face in his cock!

Logan pulled away to reveal Stacy's face covered in 
squirty-cream to further rapturous cries of intoxicated 
hilarity.

Finally, after releasing Stacy from her bonds and wiping 
the cream off of her face with the hem of his towel, he 
made a great spectacle of teasing the audience, before 
whipping off the towel and dropping to his knees to 
reveal his huge-but-tortured manhood.

The audience gasped and screamed.

When the hysteria had died down, Logan bundled up his 
bag, costume and props and made his way through the 
chaos to Janine. "Give me five minutes and then come 
up," he whispered into her ear, before darting out of 
the living room and back up to her bedroom.

***

Logan arrived back in Janine's bedroom and began to 
remove the rubber bands which were cutting into the base 
of his penis. Removing them was a painful experience in 
itself as the incredibly taut rubber layers were peeled 
away from his tender flesh, one by one.

Deep inside his soul, Logan was a tortured character. He 
was handsome. He had a fantastic physique – one which he 
had endured phenomenal agony and self-deprivation to 
achieve. The process had been relentless and had 
continued day in and day out for many years and all for 
what? He was not wealthy. He was lonely. He didn't even 
have a girlfriend. 

After all, what girl would have wanted to be emotionally 
involved with a man who did what he did for a living? He 
lived in a strange land, away from his true home and 
every time he worked, he did so, primarily, in a strange 
town, in a strange bar filled with drunken strangers and 
knowing that he was doing so in an insular nation where 
the people frowned upon those who made spectacles of 
themselves – despite the fact that they had booked and 
paid for him to do so!

There were times when such circumstances seriously 
affected him. Nevertheless, at the occasion at hand, it 
was not a bar where there were male audience members 
present. It was a private house where he was the only 
male involved and he was about to embark upon an 
intimate act with a woman. Although the offer in itself 
was very seldom accepted, it was almost unanimously a 
cause for conversational novelty. It was England, after 
all: the nation of false bravado. Very few women had the 
confidence to accept what Janine had.

For Logan, it was to be an emotional experience. It was 
a chance for him to experience a divine sense of 
intimacy with a woman: an intimacy which was so scarcely 
afforded to him in his life.

As he released the final thread of elastic from his 
penis, he breathed a sigh of relief as the perspiration 
continued to pour from his brow as a result of the pain. 
He used the towel to dry off the baby oil, the dregs of 
the squirty cream and his own fluids before folding up 
his costume and tidying up his props. His normal 
clothing was pre-folded at the bottom of the bag.

He sat on Janine's bed and gave himself a couple of 
minutes to collect himself with the towel draped around 
his waist before he heard the knock at the door. He 
looked up, took a deep breath, stood and walked over to 
open it.

Janine had come to him as the other intoxicated party 
revellers continued to talk and laugh about what had 
just transpired below. 
 
"Hi," he said warmly, with a welcoming smile.

"Hi," she replied smiling, but with her eyes angled 
slightly downwards with a faintly charming aura of Great 
British shyness. She stepped into the room and Logan 
closed the door behind her and locked it from the 
inside.

He turned to her. "So, I am permitted to pleasure you 
either by manual stimulation through masturbation or I 
can go down on you."

Janine looked up at him longingly and not knowing at 
that moment what to say.

"So, what would you prefer?" he asked gently. "Oral or 
manual?"

Janine allowed herself a moment to respond before she 
asked shyly: "C-can I have oral please?"

He smiled with such gentle understanding in his eyes. 
"Of course you can, ma'am." He strode over to her gently 
and knelt down before her in order to unbutton her 
jeans. "Would you kick your shoes of please, ma'am?" he 
asked politely.

Janine did so, her mind reeling with emotions. Once she 
had removed her shoes, Logan very gently pulled down her 
jeans to her feet and she slid her feet out of them.

What was then before Logan's eyes was a pair of pink, 
silk panties which were somewhat opaque, enough to 
reveal a faint hint of pubic hair underneath. It became 
immediately apparent to him that she had trimmed herself 
'down there' and he proceeded to gently peel down her 
pink under garment. He didn't even look at her womanhood 
until he had pulled down her panties to her feet, where 
she stepped out of them. Once she had done so, he raised 
his eyes upwards and immediately, he experienced the 
stirrings of an erection from underneath his towel. 
"Where would you like me to do it, ma'am?" 

She looked around herself. "If I sit in my chair," she 
said, "can you do it for me there?"

"Sure."

She made three steps to her chair, sat down in it and 
parted her thighs.

Logan followed. He knelt down before her and began to 
caress her inner right thigh with his lips. 

Janine moaned as the erotic sensation caused her to 
relax into the moment. He kissed her inner thigh as he 
worked his way up to her tantalizing vagina, where he 
began to lick the surrounding flesh between her right 
leg and the opening of her labia in a teasing fashion. 
He worked his way up to kiss the stubble of pubic hair 
over the top of her clitoris without making direct 
contact with her most sensitive area. He moved down to 
her left thigh and repeated the teasing manoeuvre all 
the way up to the flesh between her left leg and her 
labia - effectively causing Janine to inwardly cry out 
with frustrated arousal. However, she was not the only 
one to be affected as Logan's penis became rock-solid 
underneath his towel.

Dare I ask her? he thought to himself as her kissed the 
inside of her groin. Dare I ask? 

Finally, he could endure it no longer and began to 
stroke her inner thighs with his fingers to enable him 
to ask her his question. "Ma'am? Janine?"

"Yes?" she answered through heavily-aroused breathing.

"I could get fired for even asking this," he said, "and 
you don't have to say 'yes' but... I get really, really 
turned on when I do this and I was just wondering if... 
I mean... I know that this is supposed to be purely for 
your pleasure and not mine...but..."

"What?"

"Would be ok with you if... I mean... if... the pressure 
gets really unbearable for me... may I..?" 

"What?"

And then came the word: "...masturbate."

He came across as being so genuinely nervous as he asked 
that Janine experienced a stab of maternal sympathy go 
through her. She suddenly realized how difficult it must 
have been for him, if her own level of arousal was 
anything to go by. However, a devilish side to her 
personality suddenly surfaced. She had other plans for 
him and in the meantime, she thought that she would 
tease him just a little. "To be honest, you are right. 
It is supposed to be about my pleasure and I would 
rather you didn't."

Logan suddenly felt his heart go into palpitations as he 
was worried that he had offended her and that she may 
report him to the agency. Simultaneously, the fact that 
he was being denied by the very recipient of his skills 
heightened his sexual arousal even further. "I am really 
sorry, ma'am," he pleaded. "I don't know what came over 
me, please forgive me. Now let me know when you feel 
like you are going to come so that I don't lose momentum 
at the crucial point."

"Ok," she replied and with that, she felt the 
unmistakable pleasure of his tongue begin to probe her 
labia.

For long minutes, Logan licked around the inside of 
Janine's orifice and outer lips as he built his way up 
towards her clitoris. When he finally reached it, he 
placed the flat of his tongue against it and began to 
lick slowly at first and gradually gained speed, causing 
a gasp of delight to involuntarily fall from her mouth. 
He continued to lap at her clitoris, intoxicated by the 
sexual scent of her. His penis was stiff and throbbing 
between his thighs. She was moaning uncontrollably and 
rolling her head from side to side in response to the 
effects of such unbearable pleasure.

He inserted two fingers inside her warm and desperately 
lubricated entrance, hooked them upwards and began to 
caress her G-spot in unison with the attention that he 
was paying to her clitoris. Janine had never experienced 
such a delightful combination of pleasures before and 
cried out with ecstasy as she placed her right hand onto 
the back of his head. "Oh, God, oh, God! Oh God!" she 
cried. "Please don't stop! Please don't stop!"

After approximately ten minutes, Logan decided that it 
was time for him to go into overdrive. He had been 
pleasuring her for over fifteen minutes in total and he 
wanted her to climax. He shifted her clitoral 
stimulation from the flat of his tongue to the tip and 
flicked away at her with gentle rapidity. He 
simultaneously increased her G-spot stimulation with his 
fingers.

Janine screamed.

Logan was concerned that the other guests might hear but 
they were all downstairs, drunk and in the vicinity of 
loud music. After a further two minutes of such a 
delightful assault upon her senses, she could resist no 
longer and decided to make her announcement. "I'm 
coming," she cried. "I'm coming."

Logan licked away in earnest as she cried out 
voluminously in harmony with the muscular contractions 
within her vagina; lost in the paradise of her climax. 
He continued to lick and collect all of her juices with 
his tongue, gradually slowing down both with his mouth 
and his fingers as her spasm abated. He reduced his 
actions to a crawl until finally, he ceased. 

Janine sat back in her chair, utterly slaked.

He looked up at her and noticed that she had tears in 
her eyes which had emerged independently. The delight 
had aroused a profound sense of emotion within her and 
it was in that moment that she knew that she had just 
fallen in love with him. 

She sat up and spoke. "Stand up for me please, Logan."

He did so to reveal his towel, tent-poking out before 
him. She peeled the towel from his waist and allowed it 
to fall onto the carpet, leaving her face to face with 
his rampant erection, the head covered with pre-
ejaculatory fluid. His arousal and need for release was 
clear. She crawled out of her chair and fell to her 
knees, before taking him into her mouth.

Logan gasped. 
 
She slid her mouth down along the shaft of his erection 
and drew back again before resuming her action. She too, 
gradually built up speed, ultimately creating a piston 
effect as her head moved back and forth along the length 
of his long, thick tumescence, effectively deep-
throating him. Logan could not believe what was 
happening. He had been masturbated before by women whom 
he had pleasured. Most of them wanted nothing more than 
for him to screw them senseless, however that was a 
health danger that he had agreed not to cross. But no 
woman had ever sucked him like Janine was doing. When 
she had asked him not to masturbate, he had genuinely 
believed that she was offended by his request. In that 
moment, he realized that her intention was to save it 
for her mouth.

He groaned with delight as she continued her euphoric 
treatment of him. "Y-you d-don't have to do this ma'am," 
he murmured to her in politeness.

She took his penis out of her mouth for one moment. 
"Shut up, Logan," she said before resuming the fellatio. 
She sucked and groaned simultaneously, giving him all 
that she had. 

Logan could not resist but to sway his hips, forcing his 
penis in and out of her mouth in unison with her sucking 
as the sensitive underside of his organ delightfully 
slid across her hungry tongue. She licked around the 
head of his penis and flicked the tip of her tongue 
underneath upon his highly sensitive fraenulum. He was 
losing his reason with desire as she teased him, 
relentlessly.
 
Finally, she decided to put him out of his misery and 
threw her mouth, once again onto his burning desire. He 
began to sway in and out of her mouth again and finally, 
he felt the unmistakable spasm of orgasm begin to swell 
within his loins. "Oh, Janine," he cried. "Oh, you are 
an angel. Ah... ah... ahhhhhh..." His release reached 
its point of no return and he cried out as the passion 
emerged from his penis and into the waiting mouth of his 
fellatrix. Spurt after spurt of his hot semen was pumped 
down into Janine's throat. She had never been partial to 
the taste of a man's seed, but on this occasion, her 
taste had changed. She swallowed every drop that he had 
to give her and slowly reduced her speed in accordance 
with his post-orgasmic sensitivity.

As his erection began to wilt, she withdrew her mouth 
and looked up at him. Logan knelt down and wrapped his 
arms around her tenderly. "Thank you," he whispered with 
his eyes closed.

She held him tightly as she tried to summon, not the 
courage, but rather the insanity to ask him a question. 
She knew that her feelings at that moment did not make 
for a good time to make rational decisions. She 
considered the emotional dangers in getting involved 
with someone like Logan, but she wanted him so badly 
that she considered that anything would be worth it just 
to be with him. It was not simply that he was handsome, 
with a gorgeous physique, a large penis and was 
wonderfully skilled with his tongue. There was a gentle 
sensitivity about him which she could sense was more 
than merely vocational acumen.

"Logan?" she asked. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't," he replied.

"How come?"

"I guess, because of what I do," he said, sadly.

"Would you like to have one?"

"More than anything in the world," he replied with more 
than a hint of emotion.

"If you want me," she said, "I will be your girlfriend."
Logan broke the embrace enabling him to look into her 
eyes. "Are you serious?"

She knew at that moment that she had never been more 
serious about anything before in her life. "Yes," she 
replied. "I want to see you tomorrow night and the next 
night and the next night and every night that I can see 
you." She paused for a moment before finally saying; "I 
want to know you, Logan."

He could not believe what he had just heard. He wanted 
her too. Her words almost gave him permission to want 
her. He knew that the road ahead would be difficult for 
them both, but he need not be lonely any more. There was 
someone now with whom he could share his existence: 
someone whom he could love and who could love him. 
"Yes," he said as he held his new lover. "Yes, yes, yes, 
yes!"

On her shoulder, he wept and gave her his ultimate 
professional secret. It was a complicated story 
beginning with: "My name isn't really 'Logan'..."

***

Logan and Janine exchanged phone numbers and they 
arranged for him to come to her the following evening. 
He collected all of his belongings and tenderly kissed 
her before departing.

She watched him as he drove away into the night.
Vickie came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder 
as the other guests were still drinking, dancing and 
partying. "Well?"

"Well, what?" Janine replied, teasing her friend.

"You know 'what.'"

Janine smiled and decided to respond. "Well, you won't 
believe it but..." she paused before responding with 
elation. "He was amazing and I'm seeing him tomorrow."

"No way," Vickie said with incredulity.

"Yes, 'way.' We're an item. I can't believe it."

"But you've only just met him."

"Yes," Janine replied with a sparkle in her eyes, "and 
not a minute too soon!"


The End...?


Author's closing comments:

I can assure you that the story that you have just read 
is the word-for-word, truth. The only elements I have 
altered are the names of the characters, for obvious 
reasons.

Strippers are a type of entertainer whom we give very 
little thought to. Male strippers perform often at 
organized ladies nights. However, they supplement their 
income, frequently by performing at private parties in 
what we more commonly referred to as 'grams.' Organized 
ladies nights are generally controlled and offer a 
fairly safe environment, although 'grams,' by the very 
nature of their dynamic, offer great, potential hazards. 

We may be enjoying a drink in a bar when a stripper 
walks in and begins to perform on some unsuspecting 
victim on the adjoining table, arranged by cruel but 
well-meaning friends and relatives. However, even though 
we might not be involved with that particular party, we 
cannot resist but to watch, can we? Sometimes we even 
stand on our own table to gain access to a better view.

Don't we?

My partner was a male stripper for over eleven years. 
'Logan' is now my husband. We were both tempted to 
reveal his true identity in this narrative. It is not by 
our choice that he needs to remain anonymous. He is now 
a highly-skilled, well-respected member of another genre 
within the entertainment world. The pioneers of that 
genre would not take kindly to learning of his past life 
(although I would dearly love to examine their DVD 
collections!)

However, my testimony of the events (which occurred 
twenty months prior to the original composition of this 
entry) is corroborated by my husband's testimony 
regarding the experiences of male strippers.

In addition to the erotic elements in this story, I do 
believe that this is a forum for possible education and 
as such, I feel that the world should be aware that 
being a stripper is not all fun and games. As I tried to 
convey in the story, strippers can often be very 
tortured individuals, both emotionally and physically. I 
deliberately gave a detailed illustration of what 'tying 
off' actually means, because I believe that it is the 
responsibility of the people to know what some human 
beings endure in order to provide entertainment for 
others.

I feel that the offer of free cunnilingus to any woman 
who chooses to take advantage of it is somewhat extreme 
and demonstrates the desperation which many strippers 
experience in order to earn money. In 'Logan's' case, I 
believe that his agreeing to entertain such an 
outrageous proposal was exacerbated by his desire to 
share a moment of intimacy with a woman – an experience 
which was very rarely afforded to him. 

 It is ironic that the reason most women would be averse 
to dating a male stripper is because she believes that 
he must be 'screwing' different women every night. It is 
as a result of that belief that male strippers very 
rarely do anything of the kind and loneliness can often 
be the result. 

Strippers, for the most part, are looked down upon by 
our culture – by the very hypocritical society that 
books them! 

Male strippers are often jeered at, insulted, verbally 
abused by women and sometimes physically assaulted by 
drunken, jealous men.

It is a vocation which demands extreme physical torture 
in gymnasium training, dietary deprivation and the 
aforementioned penis preparation. Individual strippers 
are very rarely re-booked for a private party gram by 
the same audience – simply because they have already 
viewed that particular artiste. Curiously, private party 
strippers are the only form of variety entertainment 
where the 'no-re-booking rule' is an absolute. Where 
therein, might a stripper who works purely through a 
kissogram agency find any cause or inspiration to apply 
such effort or pride in his appearance? 

Most people make efforts in their work in lieu of a 
possible promotion. However for a stripogram, no such 
incentive exists. It is for this reason that so many 
private party strippers are puny-looking weaklings, 
middle-aged men with the pot-belly or personnel who have 
no performance skill. 

The reason is - us! 

As a culture, we give them no reason, whatsoever, to try 
to give us what we want from them. 'Logan' was also a 
stage performer; therefore he had more of a vested 
interest in applying himself.

Soon after our introduction, he quit stripping, entered 
university and after four years, he earned himself a 
first-class honours degree in psychology. During the 
course of his studies, he discovered the secret behind 
his own loneliness and social awkwardness – including 
his need to masquerade as an American when, in reality, 
he is a 100% Brit! The truth is – the real 'Logan' has 
Asperger's Syndrome! He is a gorgeous genius with a 
memory like a computer and an IQ of 174. Nevertheless, 
although he has truly suffered in his life, I would not 
wish to be with anyone else, (although I don't like him 
when he's angry!) 

It wasn't a case of him being so far away from his 
'home.' It was a case of him being so far away from his 
race! 

'Logan's' achievements in themselves are testament to 
the fact that a stripper is not only a human being, but 
one who may have abilities which in themselves negate 
the individual's right to disrespect him or her.

For the most part today, female strippers enjoy the 
security of lap-dancing clubs, where they are protected 
by security personnel. 

Male strippers are often alone and on the road. They 
risk their very lives for the titillating entertainment 
of the general public. It is for this reason above all, 
that not only should we not disrespect them, but we 
should in fact, honour them.

After all, they do what they do – for us!

***

Tanya Simmonds - 10/7/2004 - (Revised 7/9/2010)

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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