[Sam260]

Stripping wasn't as lucrative as other dancing; you didn't get recognition for being the best in bright lights unless you were in Vegas - and Philadelphia was definitely *not* Vegas by any stretch of the imagination.  It took a certain level of dedication and determination to do it and keep doing it, despite the looks one often got when you weren't on stage but out on the streets and people recognized you 'Hey aren't you that stripper at ----' yeah, most of the time those conversations did not go so well.

Wilson Massey - Stage Name Blaze and Nickname Will - he was one of those men who often times got looked at like he was crazy for ever getting into the business.  He started out at the young age of eighteen, putting himself through college like most kids did at his age; unfortunately, or sometimes fortunately, for him - he never got out of the business.  The money was good, it put food on the table and paid the bills.

Could he have done something else with his life?  Absolutely.  He had a law degree, it took a while to get it, but he had it now and he could have become a lawyer - maybe one of the best - but he enjoyed stripping, dancing for other men and the occasional woman... And sometimes even hooking up with said men.

He was only twenty-seven, and everyone told him he had a bright future ahead of him; that he couldn't be a stripper forever.  He knew that, but he also knew that while he was still in the prime of his life?  He was going to keep going for it.  He was a muscular man, tall and broad in all the right places.  He was also very hung, as the 'cool kids' said - He was edging on twelve, but always told people that he was eleven inches, simply because he didn't want to intimidate people *too* much.  Either way, those who watched him dance - they loved *that* aspect of his body the most.  That's where all his money went anyway.

As the door opened to his personal dressing room, he lifted his head up, thinking it was one of his friends "Hey, come on... I'm trying to change here, it's been a l-..." his words stopped dead as he turned to see just who had entered the room; his mouth dried up and he went a little wide-eyed.  Even parts of his body that should have been covered *ahem* were taking interest in what they saw "Oh... I uh, can I help you with something?" Wilson asked, smiling a bit - it wasn't his 'stage' smile, but a genuine one.  He turned more fully, giving this stranger a full-view of what he was looking at, cock hardening up by the second.