Funny story. I spent a year in Oz travelling (but mainly drinking) and when I was in Brisbane got roped into going to the male strippers. It was a girls b-day (who I had motives for) so I figured I'd go and see if I could get her a little randy (read:easy).
Upon entering I realized a few things.
1) I was in a gay bar
2) I was the lone male with 3 females
3) The guy on stage was dressed as Michael Jackson and stripping to "Beat it".
After a while it wasn't really a big deal though. The dudes knew I wasn't into them, and I spent the night drinking, playing pool, carrying on with a bunch of chicks that had no other prospect EXCEPT ME. So yes, the peelers got them worked up, and yes it lead to "stuff".
After realizing the great success I had at the gay bar, I started going (with a few other guys) to the local ladies night that put on male stripper Fridays. It was insane.....the women there would be groping these lubed up cheeseballs all night, getting crazy (waaaay worse than guys get) and when they (the women) went for a drink there was Tron at the Bar, wearing his best (only) collared shirt ready and willing to swoop up any nd all of the salivating vixens I could.
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