biker birthday party

tonight i worked a mid-shift at the club and afterward i did a strip-o-gram for a bunch of bikers way out in east vancouver. i thought it was just regular vancouver, where you hop on I-5 and are there in a jiff, but it was actually kind of far.

i have been thinking about how it's kind of risky how i always go out on outcalls and one-girl shows by myself. i've been thinking it might be a good idea to get someone to go with me sometimes, and a while ago this boy i don't really know put a thing up on facebook saying he was broke and would do basically any kind of work. he seems nice enough, so i asked if he would ride out there with me and then just sit in the car while i did the show, and if i didn't come out in half an hour, come pound on the door. he was like, "sure." and i thought, "wow. this is how easy it is to take safety precautions. stoked."

so we drove out to the bikers' house. i got there and the wife of the birthday guy met me outside, paid me, and brought me inside. i should mention that the wife, peggy, was super rad. her husband works all the time, and has never had a birthday party even ONCE in his adult life. that just about broke my heart.

their house was pretty bitchin'. it was like a clubhouse, all kinds of harley davidson decorations, several stocky, well-behaved pitbulls, a lot of food and booze, and a bunch of cute biker dudes. i was immediately able to pick the birthday boy out of the crowd because he was wearing a t-shirt with a sparkly "50" on it. i went up to him and wished him happy birthday, and said i was a friend of peggy's from work. he was like, good to meet you, etc. and i said, "did you already open all your presents?" he was like, "haha this party is my present!" and i said, "but didn't you have even one to open?" and he said no. i was talking super close and being overly friendly and touchy, which made him blush and also seemed to puzzle him a tiny bit.

i said, "i think there might be one present for you to open." i took his hand and wrapped the belt of my trenchcoat around it, then spun away from him so it came untied. he looked REALLY surprised to see that i was almost naked underneath. he hadn't seemed to suspect that i was a stripper AT ALL. i love when people are surprised! it's so rad!

so then i gave him a lapdance, let him lick whip cream off of me, do body shots, etc., and before i knew it, the agreed-upon 20 minutes was done. all the people at the party were great tippers, and fun in general. the birthday guy said to me, "you made my birthday! thanks!" and when i was leaving peggy gave me an extra $50 tip. sweet.

i made more money in 20 minutes than i made in my whole shift last night at the club. AND it was more fun. rad.