Stripping Anonymously For My Mother

It was due to my college tuition that it all happened. After my parents had divorced two years ago my father had moved across the country and cut off all contact with me. My Mom had had to take two jobs for awhile just to get out of the pile of bills she was under partially due to the divorce so when it was time for me to go to college I had to pay my own way. My first year I had to work long hours to pay for it and it was difficult to find enough time for studying let alone for a social life.


It was during the summer when I was nineteen between my first and second year of college that my life took a turn that led to the unexpected place I found myself in. Though I still worked I actually had some time to have fun and it was while I was at a bar on a Friday night that things changed forever. I was drinking a lot thanks to my fake I.D. when I saw the bar was having a best bodies contest. Some friends talked me into entering because I was always in good shape and cut so I decided what the hey.


That night I came in second place and won $50 but after I was back at the table a free round of drinks arrived at the table followed shortly by a sharply dressed man. He introduced himself as Carlo and told me he had a business proposition for me. Needless to say even while drunk I was suspicious of his motives but he gave me his business card which identified him as a promoter. One of his endeavors was that he promoted male strippers for parties and clubs for a strictly female clientele.


“With your physique and baby face you could make a lot of money kid. If you’re interested when you’re sober give me a call tomorrow” were his last words to me before he departed.


His card wound up in my pocket and I didn’t think anymore of it until the next day when I discovered the card again. Though I doubted that I’d do it I could find out the details at the least so I called the number. Carlo informed me that I’d be able to only work nights which would free up my days for classes. Also the money I’d be making would easily dwarf what I was now making and that was before tips and other “perks”.


Since I was young and you only live once I decided to give it a try on one condition. I asked Carlo if there was anyway that I could do it disguised. He laughed and said it was possible, but added that hiding my face would hurt my bottom line but that was my business. He informed me that he was promoting a show that very night so I could go and see for myself, learn the ropes and get my feet wet so to speak. I agreed to meet him at the club that night.


That night sure was an education for me. To be honest I had seen some of those cfnm videos on the net but I figured they exaggerated somewhat for the camera. But what I saw was insane the way some of the women acted. Whether younger or older, thin or thick, with all heights and ethnicities some of these women went crazy which seemed to be encouraged.


While some of the women were embarrassed and refused to do more than look there were others who fondled, spanked and even sucked the talent. As the night progressed and the alcohol flowed things got even crazier. A couple of the strippers, out of a team of four, actually fucked a couple of customers who pulled up their skirts and were banged either bent over or actually on the top of table as the other women cheered them on.


They pulled out and came on the women and were showered with bills for doing so while the other two strippers came from receiving oral service. In moments while free the guys told me what to expect as well as regaling me with their most impressive exploits with the ladies. In fact many of the women were so worked up that I ended up with a number of phone numbers as well as offers for sex and that was while I was fully dressed hanging out by the edge of the room.


When the show was over I talked with Carlo backstage and I agreed to give it a try. He told me to show up the next afternoon so I could go through a crash course in dancing and other skills. But as he explained having the right look and being willing and able to “entertain” the ladies as necessary was more important than pure dancing skill.


“Being able to play to the crowd and read what a particular woman or group wants is the key. Now unless I’m mistaken I saw you making friends already even when not working and you probably want to go get laid. Enjoy it now because after doing this awhile some guys say it becomes like work” Carlo informed me.


That seemed hard to believe to me initially so I said good night and went to meet a young woman named Jamie who had come with some friends. She was in her early twenties and we wound up having sex in my car in the parking lot as neither of us lived alone. It was okay but I never called her again and she was just as happy to move on as I was.


So started my career as a male exotic dancer. I didn’t turn down any opportunities to work as I wanted to earn all I could before the fall semester began. To protect my identity I wore a mask similar to what some wrestlers wore as I didn’t want anyone to know who I was or how I earned my money. It might hurt my income potential some as my good looks were hidden but with my physique as well as my above average male endowment I did fine. Add the fact that I was young and my loads were large and many a lady squealed as I made a big mess on their face as we were cheered on by the crowd.


Of course I didn’t tell my Mom what I was doing instead telling her I was working for a party promoter which was true as far as it went. She had been doing well at work and in fact she had just been promoted and had received a nice raise. This particular Friday evening I’d let her know that I’d be working which was fine as she might go out with some of the women she worked with and have a drink due to her promotion. That was a bit unusual as Mom wasn’t much of a drinker and to be honest since her divorce Mom didn’t go out much. I had tried to encourage her to socialize as she was still under forty and a very attractive lady but except for a few dates where someone had set her up she stayed home for the most part.


That night the club was hopping. The way it worked would be that only ladies were allowed in during the show and afterwards it was opened to allow men in after they paid a large cover charge. Then they had a chance to score with a horny, half drunken woman. Since I was still the rookie I would wind up in the least desirable location where there were generally fewer women. Up to this point I had yet to actually fuck a woman as part of the show. Like all strippers I’d had customers fondling and sucking me and most nights I came, usually on the face of a woman and I’d certainly gone home with more than one woman at the end of the night.


But somehow I’d yet to go all the way during a show. Part of it was my reluctance to do so and also maybe my persuasive skills hadn’t developed as much as some of the other entertainers. The woman had to usually be really horny or slutty to be fucked in front of a crowd while no doubt her friends took pictures with their camera phones. Finally I have to mention that before every show I would masturbate to a small orgasm in order to prevent me from blowing too quickly while performing. For a young guy like me coming four times in a night wasn’t the problem but if I came too fast during a show that would be one. And with multiple women jerking and sucking me and many of them wanting to be the one to make the stripper shoot his load before her friend could, it certainly helped to prevent premature ejaculation.


That night when I took the stage I was the last to do so. The other strippers were dispersed around entertaining the crowd. The club floor had a somewhat L-shaped floor plan with two stages – the main one in the large area and the smaller one located in the angle of the L. After being introduced as ’The Masked Marvel’ I leaped on the smaller stage and danced for a minute as I removed my costume which consisted of a robe like a wrestler or boxer would wear and a pair of trunks that would rip away followed by me removing my matching thong leaving me with only my mask and boots on.


With the alternating dim and flashing lights and the music beating I jumped from the stage and started to roam the crowd, shaking my moneymaker in front of the ladies as I handled my package.