Now, the host of the party was an older man in his 50's I’d known for years through a fast-paced breakfast restaurant near the beach, where I waited tables. This man, I will call him Joe, came in every Sunday with his father for breakfast after church. They always ordered the same thing and mostly kept to themselves. Joe was very mild mannered and shy while his elderly father was more outgoing and quick to speak his mind. One Sunday I over heard them discussing a Christmas party Joe wanted to plan for his employees at a local tow truck and automotive repair shop. He told his father he wanted it be something really different, a party his guys would never forget. “You should just get a huge tub of eggnog and a couple of strippers. They’ll remember that,” his father suggested. After serving their food, I casually mentioned that, if he was serious about the strippers, “I could arrange the entertainment for your party.” I placed a card on his table, Live! Entertainment, Bachelor Parties and More. Joe said he would think about it and let me know.
Two days later he called and confirmed that he wanted two girls for the Christmas party at his work in one week.
“No problem… Now about the girls,” I asked, “what kind of show would you like? How…uhh…explicit do you want it to be? Do you have preferences on what the girls look like?”
“Well, what do you mean by look like?”
“If you have a preference for a certain hair color or ethnicity, that can usually be arranged,” I explained.
“I don’t care what they look like as long as they’re nasty,” he laughed to himself and continued, “I want the kind of show everyone will talk about for months afterward and won’t never forget. I want the girls to be pro-fessionals,” he stated, accentuating pro, “No holds barred.” As the night would unfold, it might have been better stated, “No holes barred.”
This surprised me; I thought of him as conservative from his reserved manner at the restaurant and pegged him for a PG-13 type show. I reminded him, “The nastier the show, the less traditionally attractive the girls.” He didn't care.
“Bring the homeliest ones,” he said (meaning make this show DIIIIIRTY).
“No problem. Is there anything at all that you may find offensive? Because once you’ve paid, there are no refunds.” I charged $450, because the show was going to be so nasty. This was a high price that I expected to be haggled down, but it wasn't. The girls were going to get paid $150 each ($25 more than their usual fee, so they were happy) and I made $150 before I even walked through the door. The other bonus was that the party was at Joe’s auto shop, right across the street from my apartment and the girls agreed to meet me there. I figured I’d net about $300.
It wasn’t until four o’clock that afternoon that Tina and Steph actually confirmed the party scheduled for 9:00pm that same evening. I had already let the host of the party know that everything was a go. So, as you can imagine, it was a relief to know the girls were definitely going to work it.
Once the girls confirmed, and we planned to meet at the party, I felt at ease. Everything was coming together. My roommate and best friend (a stout Mexican who we called Taco because he was, well, he was always eating tacos) was watching TV when everything was falling in place. Since this was going to be so easy and I was going to make so much money, I asked Taco if he wanted to help me at the party: “You can collect the money and work the CD. I’ll pay you twenty bucks an hour.” His eyes lit up and he said, "Boobies and money, hell yeah...but I should be paying you.” He glanced at the TV again, but continued, “Is there time to go shoot some pool before we go?”
We went down the street to have some dinner and play pool. Now, Taco has a few quirks regarding “respect” and there are sometimes when he will not let go. His main issue, for some reason, is people cutting in line, especially on a pool game. When he puts his quarters up, he knows exactly when it will be his turn. He will ask people around the table whose quarters are whose and exclaim, "I'm after that guy," so everyone is clear when it is his turn. Very strange. Anyway, once at the bar, we ordered some food then Taco went through his "tic" at the pool table. Our food took only a few minutes, and ten minutes after arriving we were chowing on burgers and wings, and watching college football.
Then Taco realized that, not only had some jack-off skipped his turn, the guy had used Taco’s quarters for the game. I didn’t want to get into any fights. We were supposed to work a party in two hours. Too late, Taco was already up in some big guy's face demanding an apology, his game, and two quarters. The big guy laughed at him, and Taco grabbed two pool sticks, throwing one to me. I found myself with my back to Taco's back as we both realized the big guy was there with about four other drunken swags. I knew the doorman wasn't going to be big help in bailing us out of this...he was notoriously passive and had only one arm.
Taco's philosophy of bar fighting is “a good defense is a proactive offense,” and he hit the big guy on the side of his head before I could even get my adrenaline going. This prompted the other four guys to jump in. We started swinging pool sticks like a couple of spastic kids at a piñata party. The last thing I remember is putting my head down, swinging the pool stick and a voice shouting, “The cops are on their way!” I am notorious for blacking out when my adrenaline is pumping.
The next thing I knew, Taco and I were running across the street to our apartment as fast as we could. Once inside safely we checked to see if anyone followed us or if the police were actually coming. We were safe. I came down from the adrenaline rush a few moments later and felt a few knots on the back of my head and a fat lip. Taco wound up with a broken nose and a slight concussion. He dug in his pocket and pulled out two quarters and started to laugh, "At least I got my money back from that fuckin' bastard". Taco was unable to work the party due his injury, but agreed to stay on the sofa by the phone should I have any problems. I needed to rest; the party was in an hour. I went to the bathroom and threw up before I reclined in our lazy boy.
The time to leave for the party came all too quick. About ten to nine, I walked over to the repair shop. I looked down to the bar where the fight happened. The one-armed doorman waved and gave me the nod of “everything is okay.” He knew us and knew that we were not troublemakers (though I can’t say trouble didn’t often find us). I waved back and waited for the girls to show up.
Tina and Steph were the dirtiest girls I knew, but at that point I’d only heard rumors of their XXX shows, since I hadn’t worked with them myself. They were not particularly attractive girls. That’s not to say they were ugly, but they did not fit the typical mold for beautiful. What they lacked in looks, though, they made up for in personality and just plain nasty shows. They rarely put on a show without one another. I was curious to see one of these infamous shows for myself (and get paid for it). Tina and Steph showed up in separate cars at the same time. They got out of their cars and asked, "Are you the driver?" I answered yes, took their bags and walked into the party.
Inside, it smelled like car grease and spilled beer. All the tow truck guys and mechanics started to hoot and holler as the host, Joe, escorted us to the back office where I could put down the girls’ things and they could change. Tina and Steph were in their mid 30's. Tina was slender with brown hair and could easily have been someone's mother. Her body was tight but you could tell from her face that life was not nice to her. The same went for Steph. She was the epitome of an aging stripper. Bleached blond hair, ridiculously huge fake tits, and tons of make-up. She was thicker than Tina and really tan. Both of them were down to earth, approachable, and nice.
I collected the fee from the host, making sure the girls didn't see how much it was, not wanting my tip out to be affected. I saw that they had rigged a stage out of one of those car lifts used for work on axles. Everyone around the garage was in work garb, drinking beer. And once again nearly every person there was bigger than me. I wasn't too worried this time; I was near home where I had a back up, even if he was gimped out from being an ass-wipe. I also knew the host fairly well. Once back in the little office where the girls were, I paid them and they thanked me for the gig. We discussed the logistics of the party. I informed them that I will be watching their eyes and actions as a prompt to intervene should they become uncomfortable and urged them to let me know what I could do to make this as smooth as possible as this was my first time working with them. They smiled and said they certainly would and assured me that they have done this a million times and have a good feeling about these guys. I reminded them that they wanted the dirtiest show ever. Tina and Steph laughed and asked, "Are you sure"? I nodded, smiled and said, “They’re sure, but I’m not.” They laughed again as I went out to make change.
I walked the girls out to the makeshift stage when the first song started. It was heavy metal and rock and roll songs for all three sets. The girls got on stage and never stopped. They were pros and handled the crowd perfectly. So far, so good. This was the easiest show in a long time. They pranced around the garage, giving each guy a little dance and grabbing crotches and had already taken off all their clothes by the second song, which was highly unusual. The guys didn't seem to care what the girls looked like because, like I said, what they lacked in beauty, they made up for in sheer porn. Tips were everywhere and I bounced around picking them up. The girls just dropped the money and acted like they weren't concerned but I saw them making sure I was picking the money up and giving me little smiles that meant, “Good, good, everything is going well.”
The second set the girls pretty much stayed on the stage. They went out in skimpy thongs and cupless bras, but those came off pretty fast. They tore each other’s bits of clothing off during the first song. After they were both nude, they took turns licking and kissing each other and fingering each other’s pussies. Tina even stuck her pinky up Steph’s ass while Steph was standing up and Tina was on her knees with her face in Steph’s crotch. They were mechanical in their movements and had probably done the routine hundreds of times before. The crowd wasn’t concerned about this, if they noticed at all. The girls still seemed to be having fun and were mostly into the performance, but for the few glances to make sure I was doing my job and all was in order.
The girls had a huge bottle of baby oil they were using all over themselves and each other and pretty soon they were pushing huge dildos in and out each other. Every possible orifice had something crammed in there. They went down on each other, pulled anal beads from one another's sphincters, and oddly enough, open-mouthed kissed for long periods of time. Almost all the guys made their way to the stage, throwing money and having a great time. There was one really drunk guy who I had to prompt several times to not touch the girls and reminded him, “They can touch you, but you can't touch them.” I also told him to quit tipping Camel Bucks, “That’s just rude.” Except for him, the crowd was pretty quiet during this set, since most of them had probably never seen a show like this.
I’d gotten to the point in this industry where I could focus completely on my job, looking at the girls only to make sure things were okay while I gathered the tips and made sure the guys were behaving. I felt I’d seen pretty much everything. I was wrong. And this time I found myself watching the show more than I was watching the audience.
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About Me
- Daisy Lamar
- Daisy Lamar has never worked in the sex industry, but has often pondered what it would be like.