Opposite Day, Part 4

Chase was careful not to mess up his clothes as he bounded through the house. He quickly made his way through the kitchen and found the door leading to the garage. He tugged open the left door to find the garage illuminated by early evening sunlight. The faithful family silver 1999 Kia Sportage had been pulled out into the driveway, and his mother and Sam were both visible through the windshield looking at their phones. Sam’s headphones were in.

He dashed through the garage and pulled the back passenger door open before slipping inside. Slamming the sturdy and well put together door, he tugged his premium seat belt on and turned to the front of the car.

“Sorry! I lost track of time putting on clothes,” he apologized, out of breath. Peering at their clothes, it appeared as though they had gone with a mixture of comfortable and… well, kinda fancy. Sam wore a short black skirt with a blue cardigan partially covering up her blue shirt, while their mom wore the same pantsuit that she’d been wearing, but with blue jeans now. She glanced back at him while Sam’s eyes stayed glued to her phone.

“It won’t matter too much,” she motioned towards the clock on the car reading 5:47. “Our reservation is at 6:30, and it's not going to take us too long to get there.” She laid her hand on the shift and put the car into reverse, peeling out onto the road.

The sandy haired youth looked out the window at the road, watching it peel by. I was looking forward to Italian food, he thought._ I hope this buffet is good. _He looked down at the car and rubbed the seat. Man, I love this car. We’ve had it since before I was born, and it still holds up so well today. What a quality car to get you where you need to be.

Chase reminisced about all the good times he’d had in the family Sportage for a bit before his sister unplugged her earbuds and turned around in her seat.

“So, did you hear us?” She asked, her mouth curling into a smirk. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, but met her eyes with his.

“Yeah, a little. It wasn’t too bad with my door closed. I could hear you and your friend talking before you two went into your room, though.” He cocked an eyebrow, hoping the question wouldn’t fuck up the conversation. “Which of the dildos did you like the most?”

Her face brightened and she leaned more towards him in her seat excitedly, squeaking against the quality leather.

“Well! I got them all to myself, Casey was more content just using my regular dildo with her fingers. I’d probably say…” She pursed her lips and looked to the left. “I’d say that I liked the unicorn horn one the best.”

Chase raised his eyebrows, surprised. “The unicorn horn one? Huh, I thought for sure you’d have said the tentacle hentai one.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. It was honestly kind of lackluster somehow.” She shrugged. “Its texture was alright, but the shape was just not for me. I dunno, maybe if it was a living, wriggling tentacle, I would have liked it better.”

He nodded. He wasn’t a big fan of the sexual connotations this conversation had, but he had to admit it was pretty interesting.

“The horsecock one was the worst,” she continued. “It was pretty big, and I wasn’t a fan of the flare. Honestly I didn’t put it too far in, I was afraid it wasn’t going to fit, even with how juiced up I was.”

He had no clue what she meant by “flare,” but he wasn’t about to ask, either. She shifted a little and he noticed she was getting a bit flushed.

“Now, Diego, he was great! His size made him easy to go in, and the shape and texture was… Well, it was different, but not in a bad way, ya know? More like… exotic.” She licked her lips.

“But, if I’m being honest, none of them held a candle to Mystic.” She bit her lip and smiled, her eyes fluttering a bit as she remembered her experience. “My god, fucking myself with that thing was divine. I don’t know if it was the texture of the horn swirls, the fantasy of getting fucked by a unicorn horn, or both, but boy did I cum around that thing too many times to count!”

She looked at him dead in the eyes and wiggled her brow at him.

“I guess you could say it was…”

“Sam. No. Please, no.”

“Magical!”

He groaned, and if he didn’t know how safe and reliable Kias were he would have wanted and expected a crash right about then. She laughed.

“I know, I know, sorry bro. Anyways, I liked it so much, Case is letting me keep it!” She smiled like a kid on Christmas.

“Oh, cool,” he said, smiling back. “I’ll bet you two are going to get very familiar.”

“Well, him and my slit at least.” She grinned at him, and their mother interjected into the conversation for the first time. He’d almost forgotten she was in the car with them.

“Oh, that sounds like an interesting diddler. Think I could ever borrow him for myself sometime?”

Sam looked over, nodding at the driver.

“For sure,” She said as she looked back at her brother before glancing towards the trunk of the car. “You excited about your presents?”

Chase glanced back. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, at my age it’s not like you can really get as excited about presents as you were when you were a kid, but it’s still nice to get free stuff.”

“You said it,” she said. She glanced down at his pants. “You’ll get my present late tonight, after you cum on me. Try not to go blowing your load too early tonight, ok?”

He gulped. Saving up so much cum had been tough, and when he thought about it he really hoped he wouldn’t accidentally shoot his goo to one of the strippers.

“I’ll do my best,” he said. She moved her hand over the seat towards him.

“Birdie promise?” She said, extending her middle finger to him.

“Birdie promise,” he declared. They intertwined their fingers, Chase noticing that her hand was just a little sticky and faintly smelled of musk. “Uh, did you wash your hands after jilling?”

“Nope, not at all, why?”

“No reason…” He sighed and stared out the window as he discreetly wiped his hand on his pants. Perking up, he realized they were already pretty close to the club. “Dang, mom, that was fast.”

“Of course,” she scoffed. “Helps when you don’t follow the speed limit.”

Soon they turned into a half full parking lot. His mother smoothly turned into a parking space and they all piled out of their trusty vehicle. Sam stretched, her cardigan and shirt raising just enough to expose her belly button, and gave a very unlady like groan. The trio then made their way out of the parking lot and down half a block to find a long line of people waiting to get into the club.

“Ah, shit,” Chase said. “That’s one heck of a line there, how long is it going to take us to get in? I’m getting hungry.” His stomach chose that moment to emphasize this with a loud growl.

“Nonsense!” Said his mom. “We have a reservation, remember?” She strutted past the line of people confidently, leaving her children to hurry and catch up to her. Soon, she reached the bouncer. He looked to be a white guy in his early twenties, scrawny with glasses and messy black hair, wearing jeans and a buttoned-up white shirt. Chase couldn’t believe how much of a bouncer stereotype this guy was.

“Excuse me, you’re going to have to wait in line,” he said, looking the mature woman up and down.

She pushed her chest out and stepped forward confidently, looking directly at his groin.

“I have a reservation, three for Valentine? It’s my son’s birthday.”

He leered at her breasts while Chase and Sam waited patiently behind the matriarch.

“Is that so?” He broke contact with her breasts and brought up his phone, entering his passcode and pulling up a list. “Ah, here we are, yeah. Valentine.” He looked back up at her breasts. “That’ll be a hundred bucks each, honey.”

“Alright, then,” She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, selecting out the appropriate amount of cash and handing it to the man. He accepted it and pulled out a stamp from his pocket, stamping each of their hands with an image of an uppercase R with a nipple coming off the hump in red ink. Sam and Chase started to walk in while they heard her continue faintly. “And Mary will do you just fine.” She slipped the bouncer a piece of paper and walked in, putting her hand to her ear like a phone and mouthing call me!

Chase pushed the door open and was met with an **** on his senses. The air smelled like fried foods, sex, and something else he couldn’t identify. Christian Folk music blared from the speakers, but it was mostly drowned out by the sound of people talking, cheering, and moaning. Bright colorful lights flashed from seemingly every angle of the establishment.

The front room seemed fairly big, about half the size of his high school gym. He eyed the large black double doors on the far right wall with the label “private rooms” above them and wondered how big the entire place was.

A group of people gathered in the far left of the room at a long buffet trolley, some of them leaving to head back to one of the many circular tables that littered the room. A large stage with three poles sticking up from it jutted out from the wall opposite the entrance, and multiple smaller stages were also situated across the room.

Looking up, Chase noticed that while some of the dancers were scantily clad, one even with her breasts out, the ones who did have clothes on weren’t in costumes. Rather, they seemed to be in street clothes. As he looked around, he realized that there were even some shirtless men dancing for women here, too. He hadn’t expected male strippers here.

An asian girl in a grey hoodie with the name of the local community college in big letters on the back and yoga pants passed him, and he lightly tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey,” he started as she turned around. “Any idea why the strippers are in street clothes like that?”

“Oh, we’re not technically the strippers tonight,” she explained to his chest. “Apparently all the regulars either quit or decided they didn’t want to come into work today, so a lot of us just decided, hey, why not do something hot and fun tonight to get off and make some money?”

“Huh,” he said thoughtfully. “That explains it, thanks.”

She looked down to his crotch and responded. “No problem, stud. Hey, you want a lap dance?”

His eyes widened a bit, unprepared for the question.

“U-uh, I think I’m good,” he stuttered out. “Maybe later, I’d… love for you to grind yourself on my body, but not right now. It’s my birthday and-”

“It’s your birthday?” She interrupted him excitedly, finally looking him in the eyes. The girl licked her lips seductively. “Well, if that’s the case then maybe you deserve something a little… more than a lapdance~”

He raised his hands and stepped back.

“No, I’m good for now! I, uh… I’m hungry, so I’m just gonna head over there and, uh..”

The girl pouted but nodded.

“Alright. If you think you want to get your dick sucked later, though, let me know though, ok cutie?”

“Yeahsurebye!” He turned and quickly made his way towards the buffet. Man, I have to make sure I avoid that kind of thing, he thought. If I’m not careful I’ll blow my load willy nilly!

The buffet was made of a long metal trolley containing tubs filled with different food. A separate cart with plates and silverware stood at the far left end. A line of people starting at that cart stretched the length of the trolley, shuffling down and collecting food as they went.

Chase got to the front of the line, picking up a plate with some silverware. He didn’t pay much mind to the people in front of him as they all shuffled along. The food, to his surprise, actually looked decent. Going down the line, he eventually decided on some great looking and smelling fried chicken, using metal tongs to pick up a wing and a few drumsticks.

At the end of the line laid boxes of different drinks to choose from, ranging between water bottles, soda and ****. Not being one who was looking to drink **** anytime soon, he bent straight down and snagged two cans of Orange Crush soda to put in his pocket.

His stomach gurgled in hunger, and he decided to go and lean up against the wall and eat rather than having to wade back to the table.Taking a wing in one hand, he took a greasy bite and enjoyed the delicious crunchy and juicy meat.

“Mmm! This is better than I expected,” he said to himself as he munched the wing down to the bones. “Who needs fancy Italian food, anyways.”

He devoured the wing and the two drumsticks carefully and precisely, tearing off the skin and meat and gulping it down. When all that remained in his hands were a plate full of bones and grease he reached down to grab one of his drinks when he realized how greasy his hands had gotten. Crud, I gotta go wash my hands. These are my best pants, it would be a horrible shame if I got grease stains on them.

The greasy boy pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to an open hallway above which was labeled “restrooms” in big white lettering, making sure to stop by a garbage can to deposit the remnants of his meal. He walked into the mostly empty hallway and found that the men’s room was locked and had a sign labeling it as “plumbing issue.”

So, he promptly walked on and opened the door to the women’s restroom, walking in and heading over to the sinks. It’s not like gendering the restrooms wasn’t just a suggestion, anyways. The sinks were shiny with water that had been splashed out of the sink, and an out of whack lightbulb flickered over the stalls.

He turned the sink on, wetting his hands and applying a generous amount of hand soap. As he began to lather, he heard a strange sound coming from one of the stalls.

Ksssshhh. Ksshhhhh. Kssshhhh.

He looked over at the stall, continuing to lather so he could reach a healthy amount of hand washing time. Someone’s feet could be seen in heels from under the stall facing the stall divider. The noise stopped, and the feet turned around for a moment.

“Hmm. A little more here,” said a feminine voice. He could see the heels turn back to the divider and the odd noise started up again.

Kssssh. Ksssssssh. Ksssssshhhhh. Thud!

A piece of wood fell onto the bathroom floor, only to be picked up by a hand with pink nail polish.

Ok, Chase said as he rinsed the soapy water off his hands and took a paper towel. I’ll bite. He dried his hands off and tossed the damp towel into the bin, and headed over to the stall.

“Hello? What are you doing in there, if you don’t mind me asking?”

The door swung open, revealing a redheaded woman in a purple tank top and short shorts. To his surprise, she held a handsaw in her left hand and numerous bits of wood in her right arm. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“What does it look like I’m doing, sweet cheeks?” She motioned to the stall divider she had been facing, where a rather large and oddly shaped hole had been roughly cut out. The shape kind of reminded Chase of a fat apple. “I’m making a gloria hole. I just gotta put this scrap in the trash and sand it down and it’ll be all set.”

“A… what?” He was not following. Why cut out a hole like that?

“You never heard of a gloria hole?” She looked at him incredulously. “Are you a perv or a dumbass? It’s a hole for girls to stick their ass through and get their pussies sucked.”

“O-oh! Right, that.” He stumbled, not wanting to be called out. “I, uh, I knew what it was, I’ve just never heard it called like that, you know?”

She eyed him for a moment and shrugged. “Alright then, whatever. Can you scoot your cute butt aside so I can throw these out, hun?”

“Oh! Yeah, uh, sure.” He moved to the side and let her walk past him and out the door carrying the scraps of what used to be bathroom stalls.

What the heck, people actually do that? Do people actually suck pussy that way? That just seems so weird...

The sandy haired young man stared at the hole for a few seconds longer before turning around and heading out of the bathroom and back into the main area.

In the time since he’d arrived the club had gotten noticeably more busy. The amount of patrons milling about had seemingly almost doubled- as had the apparent number of strippers. This included both males and females, as was evident when he finally found where his mother and sister were stationed.

They sat at a table close to a small stage near the entrance, both his family members cheering as a thicc black woman and a scrawny phillipino dude “stripped” on stage in front of them. In reality, this “stripping” was mostly the two slowly taking their clothes off while they made out with and grinded on each other, all while patrons threw money at them.

As he got close, Sam noticed his presence. She smiled at him and patted the seat next to her. Only when he sat down did he realize that both she and her mom were both red in the face and had a hand shimmying down below the table.

Oh, right, he thought. I forgot how you were supposed to masturbate at strip clubs. It’s like a non-monetary compliment to the dancers. He could see his sister eyeing him out of the corner of her eye as she saw his hand go into his pants. She leaned towards him.

“Hey, bro, where have, ah~, you been? Hope you didn’t blow your load yet!”

He looked back at her, acting offended.

“I was just at the buffet, Sam. You know I wouldn’t even think of blowing my load anywhere but on you!”

She raised both her hands up, one noticeably glinting more under the lights.

“Alright, alright. If you say so.”

They all sat there playing with themselves for a while watching the sight in front of them. He personally didn’t get too much excitement out of it, and was only really able to achieve about half mast. It was a good time waster, though, and after a bit his mother turned to the two, her hand still hard at work between her legs.

“Chase, I think it’s about time.” She reached into a pocket with her free hand and pulled out some car keys labeled Kia, tossing them into his lap. “Why don’t you go look at your presents?”

He took his hand out of his pants and grasped the keys, his eyes wide.

“I’m getting the Sportage?! Holy shit, this is the greatest gift ever, Kia cars are the best!”

“What? No, no, your presents are in the car, Chase. I am not giving up that amazing car anytime soon.” The older woman looked at her son like he was crazy.

He sighed.

“Oh. Why are they still in the car? I would have thought you’d have brought them in with us so I could open them up here.”

“I forgot,” she simply replied. He huffed in annoyance.

“Why can’t you just go get them? It’s my birthday after all, mom.”

“It’d be easier for you to just open them in the car; no mess and no having to lug them back once we’re all done. Plus, no chance anyone will steal them. Besides,” she shifted in her seat, looking at an attractive shirtless chubby dude walking past and accentuating her already prominent braless chest. “I’m… comfortable already. You just sat down.”

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll be back soon, okay?” The two girls gave an offhand affirmation and he got back up out of his chair to head towards the exit.

Snaking his way through the crowd, he opened the “out” door, stepping through it and passing multiple people smoking cigarettes underneath some lights. He briefly considered trying one, but decided that he would just go and get the presents without much lollygagging. Looking around, he was surprised to find out how dark it had gotten.

He walked down the sidewalk next to the long line of people waiting to get into the club, and was jarred by a group of girls who called out to him.

“Chase! Hey birthday boy, how’s it going? Didn’t expect to see you here today.” He looked over at a group of girls in the line waiting to get in and recognized them as being girls from his classes. He stopped walking and replied.

“Hey, Haylee, right? I got your text earlier. You looked… nice.” She giggled and twirled her hair around a finger. He addressed the rest of the girls, all but one of whom were smiling at him and blushing. “Ah, Kaitlyn, Selah, Olivia, Amelia, and… you’re Layla, right?”

The girl in the back of the group, a curly haired bespectacled brunette with some light freckles looked up from her phone, uninterested. She gave a bored, “yeah,” before rolling her eyes and looking back down at whatever she was doing.

“So, Chase,” Selah said slyly. “How’s the club? You fucked any hot girls yet, or were you waiting for us to arrive?”

He gulped, losing all hope of this conversation staying non-sexual.

“I-uh-”

“I heard they were letting anyone do private dances,” Kaitlyn spoke up. “If you want I could do one for free!”

“Well, I-”

“No, let me!” Olivia pleaded. “I’m so pent up, I’ll do anything you want as long as you let me sit on your face after!”

He stepped back, knowing the conversation was lost, and started to just run away to the car.

“Goddamnit you guys,” Haylee chided her friends as he got farther away. “Why’d you give him so many choices, you know men are too simple brained to have more than one choice. Now I probably won't get the chance to… him up… room-”

He got too far away to clearly hear what she was complaining about, and he decided that was probably for the best, lest he have nightmares. It sucked, too, because those girls were truthfully pretty much all his type, except for that Layla girl. He shook his head as he turned into the parking lot, deciding it was best to just forget about it all.

The lot was dimly lit, and looking around it dawned on him that he couldn’t remember where they had parked, so he took the car keys out of his pocket and pressed the button. Instantly the lights on the Sportage shone bright, and he was able to make his way to it. He smiled and shook his head fondly. The dang car never seemed to stop impressing.

He opened up the trunk, the interior lights illuminating what lay inside…

The packages that had been on the table earlier that day.

Not wrapped at all.

One of them had even fallen over during the car ride.

Chase sighed, but knew that his mom was just a naturally lazy woman. It couldn’t be helped, really. He reached down and broke open the first box.

He pulled out some bubble wrap first, taking a second to enjoy popping it before throwing it aside and reaching in for the actual contents of the package: a hentai game with a girl surrounded by fat, ugly bastards on the front cover. “翻訳を停止して、手をペニスに戻しましょう!” Was written in big letters above them. Turning it around he found a picture of the girl making an ahegao face with the text “女の子が少しずつ彼のいたる所で絶頂するシーンがあります、我慢してください” in front.

“Huh, I had no idea you could even get these in physical form still,” he said. “Eh, at the very least it might be a neat collector’s item.”

He moved onto the next box, opening it up to find a box with a collar printed on the front. That one was immediately tossed aside as he moved to the second to last one, which turned out to be a high end fleshlight.

“Huh. I don’t really masturbate too often, but this’ll sure be useful when I do. Nice.”

Finally, he reached the last box, opening it to find… “waterproof spy camera”? He looked at it confusedly. What use could this possibly have for him? He placed the box down and went to close the trunk, but was stopped when an envelope with his name on it caught his eye.

He picked it up and plucked a card out. The words “Happy Birthday!” shone brightly on it. It was easy to tell it was just a generic hallmark card, but he appreciated the thought all the same. A bunch of money fell out and landed on the carpeted floor upon opening the card, but he ignored it for the moment and peered at the inside.

‘Dear Chase, Happy Birthday. Love, Mom and Sam.’ Instead of signing it, they appeared to have kissed the card and left lipstick stains on it. He smiled and set it down on the floor, picking up and counting the money.

Really? He thought, shaking his head. Sixty-nine bucks? Real mature.

He pocketed the cash, closed the trunk and locked the door before heading back on his way.

He was careful to avoid the girls now, walking back on the opposite side of the street and crossing over to the bouncer at the door. However, it seemed as though in the time he’d been in the club there had been a shift change. Where once had stood a hot man whom his mother had successfully hit on now stood a hispanic girl with a large bust and a youthful face.

“Um, excuse me, are you the bouncer?” He stepped forward and asked after she let a couple through. She looked him over.

“Yeah. Can I help you?”

“Oh, I just want to go back inside.”

“Sorry, bud. Can’t do that, only those with a stamp can come back.”

He lifted up his hand and smiled patiently. She glanced at it, then back to him.

“Like I said, only those with a stamp can come in. Either you show me a stamp on your other hand, pay me the price to get in or scram.”

“What?” He looked at his hand and blanched. Where there once was a bright red nippled R was now just his blank hand. Oh no, it must have washed off when I washed my hands earlier!

“Look, it’s my birthday and my mom and sister brought me here to celebrate,” he explained. “I got some of that fried chicken at the buffet and had to wash the grease off my hands. I guess I washed them a little too well, because it completely washed off my stamp!”

She sighed.

“Look buddy, that’s not enough and you’re holding up the line. So, like I said. Either you show me a stamp, pay me the hundo or leave.”

He pursed his lips and looked around, **** to figure something out. They were waiting for him there, and he really didn’t want to piss them off even more than usual. After a moment of thinking, he sighed and decided he knew what he had to do.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the wad of birthday cash and handed it to the girl.

“Here.”

She leafed through the bills, counting them until she raised an eyebrow.

“You’re thirty one dollars short, and the joke isn’t really helping your case.”

Welp. Here goes nothing…

He leaned in, giving her the sauciest smile he could muster, and pulled his pants out as much as he could without breaking them. She looked down at his exposed groin and cocked an eyebrow.

“H-hey, how’s about we make a deal? You take that money, I give you my number and you let me back in? I’d, uh, love to send you some… unsolicited pictures of my cock?”

She just stared at him for what felt like an eternity until she sighed and reached into her pocket, bringing out her phone and the stamp.

“Tell ya what? You’re not my type. Like, at all,” She said.

Honestly, same.

“But,” She continued as she opened up her phone. “My best friend has been lonely lately, and you seem like you could be her perfect match. You type your number into my notes for her, I’ll stamp your hand and you come inside. Alright?”

He eagerly nodded, ecstatic that his plan b actually worked. Grabbing the phone, he typed in his cell phone number quickly and gave it back to her.

She wordlessly stamped the back of his hand and nodded towards the door.

“Thank you!” he called back as he headed back inside.

He kept his head down to avoid the group of girls until he found the table his family was sitting at. The two women were still sitting in their seats, red in the face with their hands diddling away between their legs while they looked on at the dancers. At a quick glance Chase could see that the crotch area of his mother’s pants were darker than the rest from having cum at least once in his absence.

Sam was the first to notice him standing in front of the table.

“Oh, hey bro! Ahm, took you long enough. How’d you like your gifts?” She motioned for him to take his seat, and he did.

“They were… nice. Pretty thought provoking.”

His sister cocked her brow.

“Thought provoking? What do you _mmm_mean?”

“Ah, well,” he shifted a little in his seat, ignoring her jilling induced vocal tics. “Some of them were what I expected, like the fleshlight.” Her eyes lit up.

“Oh! Yeah, mom told me about that. We were actually thinking of trying to get custom pocket pussies for you modeled after our, ah, fuckk, our own, but it would never have arrived on time for tonight.”

“Oh, uh, that would have been cool,” he lied, eternally grateful for snailmail living up to its name. “But having a generic one will be useful, too. The collar was… something.”

“Did you, mm, like it?” His mom finally chimed in, managing to look away from a smiling male stripper wearing only a jockstrap.

“Ah, I mean, it looks cool I guess.” She immediately looked a bit crestfallen and he was quick to course correct. “But, but it just got eclipsed by the other gifts, is all! I mean that hentai game is going to take up so much time, I’ll probably be jerking off to it constantly for a while!”

Both the women perked up a little at that.

“Maybe I could play with you too, bro,” Sam suggested.

“Sure, maybe.” He looked at them inquisitively. “Though I must ask. What’s the deal with the “waterproof spy camera” thing?”

They looked at each other and giggled, his mom winking at him.

“Heh, good one Chase. I’m sure it’ll help you get a lot of use out of your, ah, your fleshlight.”

“Wha-”

“I’m glad you like them,” his mom interjected. “I had some other gifts, but they were so… lame, and honestly inappropriate to give you as birthday presents. I had to scramble to find some things that you would like.”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “I know you’re probably wondering about my present.” He hadn’t, he kind of assumed that it was in with the stuff he’d gotten. “I had a similar problem, but I think I found a good way to get you a good gift. You’ll get it after you cum on me later. But first, you need to get yourself at least one lap dance before we go, mister! It’s already almost ten!”

“Wait, what? How is it already that late?” It was almost like he was in a poorly paced erotic choose your own adventure story! She lifted her soaked hand off her mons and nudged him with it.

“Who knows, but you better hurry. All the girls might be gone by the time you try and get one.”

He sighed and went to get up out of his seat when I remembered that he had no cash on him.

“Hey, would you mind sparing me some cash for the dance?”

“What? There was cash in your birthday card, didn’t you see it?”

“I had to use it to bribe the bouncer to get back in; I’d accidentally washed off the stamp earlier in the bathroom.”

Sam sighed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a wrinkled fifty dollar bill. She put it into his hand and held it there.

“Only because it’s your birthday. Just remember: no cumming, right bro?” He nodded.

“I know, no cumming. That’s for later.” The two shared a smile and he turned to venture out into the crowd.

It wasn’t very long before he ran into another problem. Because all the dancers were off the street and in regular clothes, he couldn’t very well tell who was down for a lap dance and who wasn’t. And I’m not going to just go around asking random people if they’d give me a lapdance.

He stumbled around aimlessly, trying to see if he recognized any of the girl’s faces around him for a while with no success. There seemed to be so many girls, but the only one’\s he recognized as being strippers were already performing.

Fuck, He thought to himself as he slumped into a chair. At this rate I’m just going to have to lie and say I got the dance.

The crestfallen boy was about to just give up and take out his phone to pass the time when a familiar grey hoodie moved past him out of the corner of his eye. He straightened up in his chair as he looked towards the hoodie.

“Hey!” He jumped out of the chair and exclaimed in the direction of the asian girl he’d talked to after he’d arrived. Running up to her, he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and her eyes brightened.

“Oh, it’s you!” The college girl smiled and cocked her hip. “Have you enjoyed yourself so far? Come for that dance I asked you about?”

“Ah, haha,” he laughed nervously and put an arm behind his back. “Well, actually, yeah.”

Her face brightened up.

“Shit, really? Nice, I’ve stripped for people tonight but nobody’s asked for a dance!” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I’m so pent up right now, follow me.” Grabbing his hand, she started pulling him back towards the black double doors.

As he was led over he spotted his family’s table, and he briefly made eye contact with his sister, who smiled and gave him a thumbs down. He returned it nervously.

The girl opened up the doors to reveal a long hallway filled with doors on either side. They were all white and had tiny windows with black curtains behind them. A few of them were open, but most of them were closed. A litany of muffled cries of pleasure could be heard all around him as the girl led him to an open door towards the end of the hall.

“Alright, this one’s going to be our room. I’m Blair, by the way. What’s your clubber name?”

Chase blinked. He’d almost forgotten that the strippers used their real names while the patrons used fake ones.

“Uh, you can call me…Valentine.” He internally cringed at the name.

“Oh my,” she said as she opened the door. “I like it, valentine's day _is _the most inherently sexual day of the year, after all. Fuck all that romantic shit, am I right?”

Blair stepped out into the room, leaving chase to follow her. It was darker inside, the only source of light being a sensually dim red lamp hanging above them in the middle of the room. It was a bit smaller than he had expected it to be, maybe a bit bigger than an average walk in closet. A small table laid on the floor in front of a large futon that sat a few feet in front of the wall. It looked like it could easily be converted to a bed for… other activities.

“So, sit down and let’s let the fun begin~” She said.

“Oh, um, about that,” he started, turning to her. “I was kind of wondering if we could do this without me cumming.”

“What? But that’s like, literally the best part!” She crossed her arms. “If I’m not gonna get some of your baby batter I’m not sure if this is gonna be a free thing.”

He pulled out the cash Sam had given him.

“Not a problem, will this work?” She took it and brought it up to the light.

“Hm. Yeah, I guess that’ll work. Besides, I’ll probably get to cum either way. Your juice would have just been the icing on the cake.” She deposited the money into her back pocket and motioned for him to sit down on the couch.

He did so, splaying out his arms along the top as she lifted her hoodie over her head, exposing a tight shirt that showed off her unexpectedly perky poised tits. He could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, as evidenced by the hard nipple bump poking out through the shirt. She threw it into a corner and walked up to him, putting her knees on the cushion around him and leaning over him so her breasts were almost touching his face. Her legs shimmied apart a little until their groins were touching. She began to grind.

“Ah, ooh, that’s the spot.” She bit her lip and sighed constantly. Dang, Chase thought as he felt himself begin to harden. She’s pretty good at this.

“So, no- ah, no cumming for you, eh?” Her face was reddening as she moved her hips back and forth over his tenting pants. “Who’re you saving it up for? Fuck~”

He blushed, this wasn’t even that hot, but the grinding into him was getting him much harder than he’d expected.

“My sister,” he explained. “I’m going to cum all over her with my saved up load later tonight.”

Blair moaned, grinding into his tent before responding.

“Damn, kinky. You two fucking or…?”

“Oh!” He raised his hands up. “No, no, nothing like that. I just want to cum on her, and she’s been wanting me to for a while. We’re not fucking.”

“Oh fuck, mmm~” She moaned, her hips involuntarily bucking. “A-Alright. Hey, are you gonna use those hands the way god intended them or what?”

“O-oh, right. Uh, here.” He brought his hands up to her chest, pressing into the soft flesh of her tits.

“There you go~” She purred happily as she grinded and bucked against his erection. “I was beginning to worry for a second there.” She let out a loud moan as he began to absentmindedly knead her breasts.

“Yes, yes! Squeeze my titties!” She shouted, starting to grind faster. It was obvious she was getting off to this in a major fashion, while Chase sat there awkwardly. He may have had a hard on, but this wasn’t really doing too much for him and he didn’t think he was really going to get off any time soon.

The two continued for a little while, Blair moaning and humping him while he squeezed and kneaded her breasts, tweaking a nipple through her shirt every so often. Eventually he snaked a hand down and groped her ass to see her reaction, which was overwhelmingly positive.

“Ahhhh, oh, fuck yes, you like my ass you little valentine? You wanna grope me, stick your rod in my tight holes and pound the living heaven out of me? Mmm, fuck~” She pushed herself off the couch, swiftly turning around and shoving her ass over his lap. His tent was barely big enough to keep grazing her pant clad pussy, and he grimaced as she started to twerk on him. Shit, I didn’t think it would feel this good… I might be half way to cumming already. It’s only been, what? A half hour?

He looked down, surprised to see that the tip of his pants were wet. Is that her pussy juice or my precum? He thought inquisitively. It was kind of hard to tell while she was grinding and shaking her ass on him, but it seemed as though her crotch was soaked as well.

“Are you close to cumming, Blair?” He asked the moaning girl.

“Y-yes! So close!” Her hands were planted on the small table but her arms were shaking. “I, just… Ahhh, p-pull my hair, please!”

Chase blinked. What an odd request. Well, if it’ll get her to cum... He reached over, wincing and drawing a sharp breath as he inadvertently pressed his dick up against her. Grabbing her black, shiny hair, he gave it a sharp tug!

The effect was immediate. Blair’s head was pulled back and she immediately cried out in immense pleasure. She fell back onto him, her body writhing on top of him as she orgasmed.

“Gah!” He cried out. Her ass hand landed directly on his cock, and he suddenly felt on the verge of cumming himself. Desperately, he grabbed her arms and frantically pushed her off of him, tensing up his entire body as her orgasm ended.

After a moment the feeling passed, and he relaxed, letting himself fall back into the couch. Goodness, that was a close one, He thought. He looked down at Blair, panting and glistening with sweat.

“Oof, sorry about that!” He leaned forward and offered her a tentative hand. “Uh, are you ok?”

She let out a few deep breaths and looked up at him, her hair now frazzled and in her face.

“Am I ok? That was one of the best orgasms I can remember having. And I’ve had a lot of orgasms, Valentine.” She cracked a smile. “Thanks!”

“Well,” he said, rising up. “I think I better get going. Thanks for the lap dance.” He stepped over her heaving body and opened the door. She lifted her arm straight up, giving him a thumbs down, making him smile.

In the hallway, he took in a deep breath. Until now, he hadnt realized how much the heavy scent of pure sex had radiated around him. It felt good to get some fresher air.

Most of the doors in the hallway were now unoccupied, and he could hear that it sounded like there were less people occupying the main area. The doors opened to find that hypothesis confirmed; it seemed as though at least half the people had left.

He easily spotted his sister sitting at the same table, but their mother was mysteriously absent.

“Hey,” she said as he came up to her. Her eyes were locked on his still partially tented pants. “Dang, that looks nice, bro. You pre’d you pants!”

“Y-yeah, the girl I took in seemed to enjoy me. Didn’t cum yet, though. Where’s mom?”

“Oh, she left a little while ago with one of the dancers,” she explained. “You still have the car keys, though, so he gave her a ride.”

“Oh, alright.” He shifted uncomfortably, and she noticed.

“Someone seems a bit pent up~” She teased. He rolled his eyes.

“Well duh, I’ve been saving my cum and practically edging for almost the entire day, Sam.”

“Yeah, yeah. You wanna get out of here and cum on me at home?” He nodded profusely.

“Sweet. I call driving though.” He fished out the keys in his pocket and tossed them to her as she got up.

Finally, I’ve been waiting for this part for forever, he thought as they started walking towards the exit.

After waiting the whole day, the time the siblings had been waiting for was arriving.

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