I strip. Every day and every night.

Mostly I strip in Niagara Falls, Canada, but I sometimes travel to other places in our liberal body-appreciating country. I, and most of the girls I strip with, are 12's or better on the 1 to 10 scale of feminine perfucktion.

Most of us have been in the magazines -- several in Penthouse, one I know in Playboy, and all of us individually and sometimes together in the slightly-more-sleazy rags like Hustler, Club, Swank, Double DD, and all the rest. Our stripping guy friends have been equally exposed -- the whole bunch featured in Playgirl, and the fag mags like Dude and Inches just love these rippled, silky smooth, and cute-cocked guys.

Now to shatter the illusion some of our customers have. You wing-tipped guys in our audience, and you steno-pool gals in the guy audience probably think the strippers are turned on by stripping for the opposite sex. Truth be told, if the perceptive of you have not already realized the obvious, all (and I mean ALL, even if they attempt to deny it) strippers prefer same-sex sex. Some are bi, or slightly bi, but every clit prefers another clit and every cock prefers another cock.

The illusion of straightness helps our business. The guys can make the shy group of girls squeal as they stuff dollars into the male thongs, and squeal even louder as the thongs come off and the large but flacid cocks start flopping around. And for us girls, we know how to tease all men into thinking they are the Adonis we desire. They are happy to fork over $400 for a two-girl 10-song private lap dance. We don't mind a bit if the guy holds the breasts of the girl in his lap, her bare ass on his covered cock, her back to his face as the girlfriend licks her clit for songs 1 through 5, sucks her tits for songs 6 and 7, and then french kisses her deeply to share the feminine nectar for songs 8, 9, and 10.

Usually the guy goes for another $400 round right away, and the two of us girls get to reverse the pussy-to-breast-to-tongue-kiss procedure. With tips for the good show, the guy is down a grand in less than an hour, and the two of us girls have each had several great orgasms.

Downstairs, the girls in the audience pay the big-cocked guy $20 for a private lap dance where they can fondle that big, beautiful cock and balls. From now on, their boyfriend's and husband's cocks will seem laughably small, such dinky dicks in comparison to the hefty handfull they enjoy on their night out with the girls. Occasionally a boyfriend or husband will actually accompany the female entourage into the male strip bar (guys can only go down there, so to speak, with a girl with them). After a few drinks and dares, the girl group gets their guy friend to accept a private lap dance so he can have his first (or so he says) touch of one of these fantasy cocks, the type he wishes he could order for himself from J. C. Penny.

Funny thing is, the male strippers never get hard on stage for the girls or even when being fondled by the prettiest of girls in the lapdance booths. But if the guy goaded into the booth is really cute and aroused by the new experience, you'll see the dancer come back to stage trying to conceal a raging hard-on. For the sensual symmetry of it all, you see, guys really prefer guys, and women really prefer women.

You should see us back stage. Girls fluffing girls, guys fluffing guys. Some of the kinky guys drink a pint container of their boyfriend's piss, usually on ice, and usually topped off by his load of freshly masterbated cum, the favorite froth of fags.

And us girls do the golden showers too. Sometimes on-stage for a special show, but even more often back stage so we can get our girlfriends all glistened up before it is there turn to dance on the main stage. The audience probably thinks it is baby oil. For us, it is, I guess, the oil from our babe.

After hours, the female and male strippers party together. Sometimes the girls will allow a cute straight guy from the audience, who has already been felt for the size of his cock, to party with us. And the male strippers also bring some of the most squealing and most cute of the pretty girls in their audience to our private party. This is because the male and female strippers get along very well.

But we don't get along because we fuck each other. We admire all the great bods, but when it comes to sex, the guys mostly love cocks, and the girls mostly love cunts. And the audience guys and girls that join our party are actually brought as favors to the guy and girl dancers, respectively. The new guys and girls are easily turned gay or bi almost instantly and they, for their best we really think, are changed forever.

I am writing this because I want to let our audiences in on the real eroticism of an alreay erotic scene. Just last night I had my best orgasms as the male stripper with the biggest cock did me the favor of sticking it in my ass (while he was blowing the new guy) while one of the pretty new female strippers proved how sensual her young tongue can be as she made love to my clit. After I climaxed about 100 times, her pretty face looked like a glazed donut as she came up to kiss me for about an hour.

I strip. I love it. It has made me (and all of my co-workers who are cash-sensible) rich, rich, rich. And oh, the orgasms. For you straight guys and straight girls who are hot, visit us sometime and you might be able to start your bi and same-sex adventures with the hotest bodies around.

With a little luck, your back-stage and after-hours pass can be real.

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