September 13th, 2009 by Life

The Love Machine was the act I had not anticipated. Now, why was I ever at a Male Strip Tease venue?

Black Male Strip Tease

Perhaps any reader would understand my sexual orientation if I had gone to the Zanzibar – which features all manner of female strip tease acts. But a male version? Hey, are you…no, fully heterosexual, I assure you. But here’s how I got to be on a front seat for the show no less.

That was almost 2 decades ago. I tended a bar then for a couple of months and some waitresses decided it was time to take me out on the town since I was new to Toronto. Hey, who’s gonna say no to 3 georgeous young ladies taking you out on the town? Something didn’t seem quite right when I got in there. There were too many strangely dressed people in the audience.

The revue started and within a few seconds, I realized where we were. My female chaperones promptly held me to my seat on the front row laughng their heads off. OK, ladies, you got me…you’ve pulled a fast one on me. Right at the end of the show the lead male with his ever extended member between his loins covered in what seemed like a sock with strings gyrated and presented his erectness at the front seat people. I was appaled when one of the girls stuck a 20 dollar bill in my hand after waving it in the air. Here the big black hunk of muscles came and, being a good sport, I gingerly put that twenty into the “sock”.

Of course revenge can be sweet. Waving another 20, I stuck it into one of the waitresses’ mouths. With evil grin I watched as she had a facefull of shall we say sock as she slipped the 20 into it…blushing a beetroot red…taking a surprisingly long time with her firends cheering her on…hoo-boy! That was fun. So, this was the Love Machine.

The next moment Mr. Love Machine came down and started doing his version of a Caribean dance waving his long asset at the ladies inviting them to a dance. Of course, the 3 ladies accepted immediately and I basically ran for cover! I used one of the ladies as a shield and shoved her toward the Love Machine. I wasn’t having any more of that! Wrong sexual orientation. But, dear me, did she ever enjoy that embrace…

As can be expected the hoots and cheers of the audience was certainly loud enough and entertaining in itself. And I could hardly contain myself watching all these front row ladies groping, fondling and scratching this guy for all they were worth. And yes, even his oustanding appendage was not left alone for one second! Ladies, you’re such animals. In a female strip tease, men are not allowed to do any of that. But it’s anything goes here.

More drinks were served and the party began. Within a very short time, the Love Machine strutted by with a very voluminous and rather exposed member. His “sock” was very full of cash. And a huge satisfied smile on his face. I gave him the double thumbs up and he said,” Thanks Man…” Staring female eyes followed him until he dissappeared backstage.