Don't settle, that's the point

“Thanks Nirvana, you are gorgeous. But I think my dad would be disappointed in me if I spent all my money on the first lady here. Something about exploring all my options.” You give Nirvana an honest smile and she smiles back, something wholesome if a little disappointed in the curve of her luscious lips.

“You're a good guy, Ryan, and your father is right. I see men like him everyday here who fall into crisis because they never got to live while they could. Still…” She looks you up and down and bites her lip. This little gesture, somehow genuine in a place of fake desire and fake joy. “It would be a treat to make you squirm in your seat…” Nirvana reaches forward and places a finger under your chin before leaning in a whispering in your ear, “I’d love to watch that pretty face of your flush as I grind my ass on you until you stain those nice clean pants of yours.” You cock twitches as you wonder if you made the right decision. But before you can second guess yourself, Nirvana is walking away. That sexy round ass swaying from side to side as she takes long, slow steps. She glances back once and smiles before rounding a corner and disappearing.

After you take a second to calm yourself and the server comes and drops you off another drink, you decide to take a seat at the stage. You watch several dancers do their sets, placing $10s and $20s on the stage so they come to dance in front of you. Your girlfriend, Jessica is a beautiful girl, but there is something so raw and sexual about the girls onstage in their themed outfits, stripping and bending till they are in nothing but pasties and a thong. Word gets around backstage, it appears that you are an ass man and most of the girls spend their time on their knees in front of you, shaking their asses and grinding their hips on the floor.

After a couple sets, your dad walks up and places a hand on your shoulder. You’ve had a couple more drinks than you should have and feel a little drunk. “Come on son, gather yourself and let’s get out of here. Your mother is going to be wondering where we went.”

You blink blurry-eyed as you emerge into the light of day from the strip club. It’s only 11am and you feel even drunker now that you are on your feet. Your father gets you into the car and rolls down the windows to let the rushing cool air sober you up. “Maybe I shouldn’t have left you alone so long.” Your dad chuckles as he glances at you. “Better get yourself straight before we get home.”

By the time your dad pulls into the driveway, you do feel mostly better. Just the slightest feeling of being off balance, which could easily be attributed to the excitement of your birthday. You manage to make it up the stairs to the bathroom without tripping over yourself and splash your face with cold water, bringing you back to reality. You go into your room and change out of the clothes you were wearing, now smelling like cheap perfume, cigarettes and the musk from your throbbing cock that had dripped wet spots in your shorts.

You can hear the chatter of your friends and family through your open window as you smooth down your hair and head outside. Friends and relatives greet you, give you hugs and wish you a happy birthday. Some of the more tasteless of the family members make jokes about you losing your balls soon. Which obviously isn’t what happens, but they still like to be crude about it anyway. After everyone has said their congratulations, you are finally left alone to have your own conversations.