Back when I was 19 my friend Eric, then housemate, and I had the pleasure of being invited to gathering by his step mother, Kim, put on by her women’s group, Club Bitch.
I can’t remember what the name of the event was but it was basically some kind of Greek Goddess Garden Gathering held in the back area of Morton Hot Springs one Northern California summer. There my roll was to act as this “man servant” doing whatever was necessary to please the ladies.
I can recall one much older woman (grey) wanting me to hand feed her food while she sucked it right off my finger and vice versa (looking back, she had an excellent mouth), another requested a shoulder massage, most just wanted their champagne filled. God only knows what they were doing with the other real men out back while I was up front hustling.
I was so green and inexperienced but was excited to do what ever it took and was good looking and reasonably built for a 6’2″ 168 pound kid. At the end of the day they awarded me “Best Man Servant”, gave me some prize, and sent me on my way to go play video games for the rest of the day.
A few months later Eric let me know that Kim had another event planned and they had me especially in mind. This time it was a ladies night and on the menu was male strippers. My experience at that point was taking my shirt off around school and showing off a few moves at the tri-school dance. Not a huge resume but none the less all done with character and confidence and well received. When the opportunity came up I was keen and snapped it up immediately.
I needed an outfit and some music so I ran to the Santa Rosa mall from our house on A Street and spent what was probably 10% of my net worth on a pair of pure white Calvin Klein boxer briefs (no penis hole). They were hot and I felt hot in them. I imagine the rest would have been a t-shirt and some tear away pants. The music I chose was a DJ Quick Song – Down Down Down that came from my Napster mp3 collection. I posed and flexed in the mirror while I waited 45 minutes for my CD to burn and I was ready to roll.
I can’t remember a huge amount from the night other that there were a few other pretty ordinary looking guys as the entertainment. One was wearing a full on banana hammock g-banger which I thought was so ridiculous. We waited back stage while things got going. I did push ups. The banana boner dude went before me and came back really excited. It was my turn next. I went out, the music played, and I totally nailed it. The women were going crazy as I stripped down to my Calvin’s up on the stage and then made my way down to work the crowd. Going from one to another, grinding my dick and shaking my ass, I was groped and given tones of money down my pants. After my song I stashed my cash, waited for the others to do their show, then we all went out. Things we getting wild as we were all dancing with the women, getting freaked from both sides, I really got into it with one lady to the point where I got a boner but was also embarrassed. Can you believe it? Embarrassed a lady might feel or see my boner; I had so much to learn. The night soon fizzled out after that.
The next morning I sat in my car waiting in the SRJC parking lot for my team to arrive as I counted my cash. I had over one hundred dollars which was at the time and for a long time after the most money per minute that I had ever made. I entered my first Judo tournament that day and took last place.
Mark Vo Kinesio 