All of this is complicated by the fact that you don't really know when you're going to shoot. At least I let it be spontaneous; I don't know when I'm ready, and when I do, saying, "I'm gonna cum," kind of ruins the moment for me.
I always bring those wetnaps you get at restaurants, as well as a pocket pack of tissues, with me whenever I go to a SC, just in case. But the thing that usually happens when I've ejaculated is that the stripper has me on my back, and so most of the time it falls on my groin, over my pants, or oozes over my dick like lava. A lot of times she's just sitting and grinding on me, therefore I don't have the opportunity to point my dick away from my body. That means that those wetnaps and tissues are only used by, um, me.
The few times it fell on her ... man, some of the greatest moments of my life, the best of which was when she got up off of me and marched to my things, whereby she took a few of the tissues and wetnaps and wiped her hands off with them. One rode me cowgirl and wiped her fingers off the inside of my shirt; that'll work. And the last time I don't think she cared; next thing I knew she was out of the bathroom and she was covered up in so much lotion she looked like a mobile Slip-N-Slide.
There's something ... powerful about seeing you shoot your life essence onto another. To me, it signifies both an acceptance of the very details of your soul by a beautiful woman who has agreed to this most intimate of encounters (for a fee, of course) and a final act of conquest, kind of like driving your sword through a dying bull, you know?