CAKE Byte - Trading Places

Sometimes you have to try something new...to see if you like it...and then, if you like it, you do it ALOT!

The simple, yet untested, question behind the amateur lapdance party for girls was - might women like the idea of the man next door entertaining us for our pleasure all in the name of sexy fun. The main challenge for CAKE was recruitment — how does one go about asking normal guys to strut their stuff and become sex objects for one night??? To our pleasant surprise, we were deluged with deliriously endearing applications from a bevy of virginal (as in lapdancing virgins) men. The next challenge was whittling down the list to a select few that would end up sitting on, and in CAKE.Girls' laps.

With the tables turned and us girls in the casting seat, we settled down to the indelible, envious task of picking through 100 applications with pictures and testimonials from guys dying to become the chosen few. Alas, we could not have them all, the decision had to be made - who would have the privilege to dance for an audience of CAKE.Girls and who would spend the night in perpetual frustration (sorry boys, maybe next time). When all was said and done, we had culled together a group of 30 amateur boy-wonder lapdancers to entertain 200 CAKE.Girls as provisional sexilicious denizens in a New York City nightclub.

When the moment arrived the curiously anxious, alternatively posing while smoking up a storm, boytoys lay in wait back stage where you could smell the anticipation. Testosterone was flowing along with the drinks to loosen the boys up. Once they were pranced on stage for the girls to catch a glimpse, the rest is history - it has had us all in a tizzy ever since.

We are happy to report that we achieved our mission — fill the club with CAKE.Girls and amateur boy lapdancers, mix in a little heat, music, and dollar bills — and what do you get…a few hundred very satisfied young things. Not only did we hear from a few women that Lapdance was the best CAKE event yet, but that the experience has subsequently fueled several days of fantastical pleasure for women across New York City. Right on! Now you know why that girl on the subway can't wipe the smile off her face…

When women are in control, calling the shots, choosing who they want to spend their hard earned money on and the boys are working equally hard for it, CAKE now knows that you get a lively, sexually charged environment dedicated to the ladies. With an equal playing field, (like it is at all CAKE events) becoming a sex object and objectifying men for female pleasure is a damn good thing.

Just listen to what a few brave souls had to say as a sort of impromptu debrief on their thoughts from the night:

"I've been having lots of fun thinking about Wednesday night: recounting the events in my head while daydreaming at work and while masturbating, thinking about men and women's sexual roles while on the treadmill. I've been enjoying elaborating the night further: my active story-building imagination makes me think about what happened to him later on that night, what (or who) he did...."

"It's my turn to get a lapdance. I make a beeline for Joshua (that's what he had said his name was earlier) who is across the room in or near a group of people. I put out my arm, maybe take his hand, and lead him over to a less crowded but still obvious sofa-ed area right near the entrance to the bar. He pushes away the table; I sit down on the sofa with him standing in front of me. From here on, I don't remember the specifics well, but I know that my first action was to nosedive into his stomach, kissing it all over. His body was so awesome, long and skinny and fair with a sexy treasure trail but otherwise smooth. His stomach killed me."

"He was wearing baggy gray sweatpants that were somehow incredibly sexy. I forget a lot of what happened, the details are fuzzy, but I do remember these few things really specifically: we dry humped a lot, as if we were really going at it, and going strong at it. He pushed me back and positioned me so he was on top and one of my legs and booted feet was pointed directly up in the air while we simulated fucking for whoever happened to be watching. I remember his hands running up and down my stomach and over my tits. I also remember kissing him while standing up, and I also know that at some point I realized that his cock hard. I obviously couldn't stop feeling it (which--what a nice surprise--was really big, and the sweatpants made it so easy to feel), at first over his clothes, and then with my hand in his pants through his boxers; at least one point, I think at the end, I even felt it bare, but I think I did so quickly and rather timidly. We had an "ooh, do you like that, yeah, do you?" exchange in regard to my hand job. I was so hot, breathing as if I were getting screwed; he blew my mind."

"It took a little while to get into the mood, I mean, you can't undo years of conditioning in 15 minutes. But after a few hours, and some help from some whiskey, I began to loosen up. And baby, was it fun. Well, in terms of lapdances, it was so nice to not be expected to do anything. And, um, he made me come. So that really turned me on. And then I just paid him and he walked away. Wow. No messy will he call me, do you want my number, do I have to look at you again, what was that about. None of it. No complications. Cut and dried and damn fun. It was more than just my own pleasure, though, that was a turn-on. The guys seemed as liberated as the girls and that made them more attractive. The guys seemed to enjoying being merchandise because it gave them they freedom to be as raunchy or as sexy as they wanted, knowing the girls were free to turn them down or walk away or say come here."

"How lovely it was to be sexy and not be afraid of being over-powered. What space to spread my wings. How liberating, not to mention that if this service were available on a regular basis I would be a much more well-balanced person."

"The power your party gave me put a swing in my step that made the whole world a brighter place. And all I can say is I WANT MORE!!"

As a tribute to the guys who put themselves waaaayyyy out there to give CAKE.Girls the diddy, CAKE has put together a fabulous photo archive for all to see. Check it out

Question of the week:

You decide, when it comes to sexual objectification do you want to turn the tables or maintain the status quo?
Give CAKE the juicy details. Submit and read responses from last week's question in the REPORT section

Love,
CAKE