During the summer of 1998, PartyDancersUSA was really taking off. It wasn’t long before the phone started ringing regularly and we had a full crew of male and female dancers. A lot of great things were going to happen for PartyDancersUSA Exotic Dancers.
PD had a full stable of the best male dancers in Maine back then. As well as yours truly. There are two reasons why I started dancing. First, I wanted to understand what it was like for dancers. Secondly, I needed to maintain this new business. How did I do? Over 3 years, I worked on over 125 shows, including parties and male revues alongside some real pros. It was a great experience for me, let’s leave it at that.
I booked a show for one of my female friends when she had a show request. They knew about my new business.
Beatrice (Bee), an old friend who bartended at Chez Paree in Waterville (at the time one of the premier nightclubs in Maine), wanted to book a show for her mom’s birthday. I said sure thing.
So I booked the show and assigned one of my finest male dancers to perform. Sunday afternoon show at the Chez back bar.
It just so happened that I was sitting at the front bar having a drink on Sunday afternoon. As I played pool, I listened to excited ladies arrive for the show that was about to begin.
I start looking for the dancer about 30 minutes before show time, but there is no sign of him. 20 mins and still nothing. 10 mins till show time and no dancer! My friend who booked the show asks if there is a problem.
When I called the dancer, I found his phone was off! Now what? I have 30 women all pumped up for this show. I’m familiar with most of these women; 20 out of 30 I have known for most of my life. I went to school with many of them.
Now what? My friend who booked the show pulls me to the side and asks what’s going on? I can’t lie to her. So I told her what has happened.
I look at Bee and she says, “So you’ll do it right?” “This is Mom’s only show she has ever attended, and she is not in good health”. All her friends were going to join her for a great goodbye party.
The fear must have shown through as I looked at her. My friend Bee reached behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of Tequila Silver and poured me a double.
Taking that one and another for good measure, I looked at her and said okay, I’ll do it. Having finished the second double, I headed for my truck for my dance bag.
She met me at the door to the back bar. I asked her to keep the ladies busy for 10 minutes while I got ready.
In addition, I gave her my soundtrack CD to play on the bar’s sound system.
Upon exiting the dressing room, I was shocked to see that there were at least 50 women. As soon as the women at the front bar heard that Sonny was dancing, they had to come out back to see too!
I had become a top male dancer in my own right after working at private parties and male revues for a full year. I wasn’t lacking confidence, and if I was nervous about performing for 50 women, many of whom I knew personally, the Tequila helped.
In my act, I gave a preview of the subject, then stripped down to just a thong over two songs. It then goes down to an even smaller cock bag. Just your cock and nut sack are encased in this device.
Then it’s lap dances, floor dances, pick ups, towel dances, and then fully naked just before the finale.
As I’m performing I never noticed the cameras. I was to busy with staying on track and not letting my nerves get in the way.
Everything went smoothly. They were extremely happy with the show and generous with their praise. Perhaps they are excited to see me in the buff. Several people thanked me for doing the show. It seemed like the crowd was happy to see me instead of the male dancer who didn’t show. Plus they were all smiles. Big smiles.
Most women are not brave enough to grab your tool. Nevertheless, these women were all on me when they got a chance today. They were respectful and gentle. I didn’t encourage them, but I did not correct them either. I just went with the flow.
When I was a male dancer, I would normally peel away hands that grabbed my junk. Just when you think they can’t get any crazier, you might be surprised. It is possible to get injured badly if you are not careful. Today I didn’t have that concern. As a result of the tequila, I was also a little juiced up, so who cares?
There was a grand finale at the end of the show where the cockbag was removed, and then I dance through the rest of the audience, before ending on Bee’s Mom.
I had no idea cameras were present and that pictures were being taken throughout the show. Polaroids to be exact. Even the whirr of the camera didn’t register with me. Polaroids make a lot of noise folks.
Mom was extremely happy and we did photos. She sadly passed away a couple of years later.
The pictures of the show were found by my friend Bee’s daughter while she was going through her things. Surprisingly she found these buried in her lingerie drawer. The pictures Bee knew existed included nude shots of Reno dancing at the end of the party for her Mom.
Bee was so surprised to see nude pictures of me in her Mom’s album. It is so unlike her Mom to have anything of this nature. Bee smiled knowing her Mom had kept these pictures all these years because this show was so special to her.
Bee, who was back bartending at Chez Paree, asked some of the women about these pictures.
Anyone know anything about them?
A second bartender at the Chez who attended the show had nude pictures in her purse two years later. Another had more nudes hidden in her jewelry box at home. Approximately twenty women had Polaroids of Reno that day.
None of these pictures have been posted online or anywhere and no one of these women has ever shown me any of them. They blushed red with embarrassment and always made excuses for not having them available to show me.
And that’s ok.
I thought I’d never be able to live down in my hometown, but it ended up being a good day. On that day, I had the pleasure of performing for an amazing lady who needed a pick-me-up.
My pleasure ladies.
