Jack's birthday

This is loosely based on my true story. The path I took was the top path in each scenario, alternate paths will be provided in time for your fun. :)

I'm Asian American with a petite stature, a relatively curvy figure for 110 lbs., thick hair and a cute smile. I never had a problem attracting both boys and men. I was born in America. My parents immigrated to the U.S. in 1994 and have always gravitated towards their traditional Taiwanese roots. My mother was 15 when she married her husband, who was 48 at the time. She had long dark hair, like I do now, and was thin yet exceptionally curvy for an Taiwanese women, a figure I inherited. She was very submissive, always wearing short, provocative outfits picked out and purchased by my father. Every day she would cook and clean from dust until dawn, all to please my demanding father. Despite his anger, she always dolled herself up with perfect lipstick and nails and did everything she could to please him.

Upon graduating from college, I immediately moved out of the house and found a small studio apartment in Queens, New York. Despite hating my father and pitying my mother, I followed a string of similar and abusive dating patterns. I would wear tiny skirts that barely covered my butt to dates with old, egotistical, abusive, possessive, toxic men. When relationships became dangerous, my friends at the time would help me out of the scenario. Then, like clockwork, I’d fall back into the same cycle of .

Fortunately, I found solitude in a group of people I befriended at a local pub. I was much younger than the rest, the only female, and the only non-white person. Despite "the crew" being all men in their late 40's to early 50's, they made me feel welcomed as part of the group. We'd meet up on Fridays after work and talk, drink and laugh until midnight or later. Some of the guys would get a little touchy feely by the end of some evenings, but they were all harmless, nothing would ever happen, and it was all in good fun. At the end of the night, they would go home to their wives and that's that.

About 2-ish years after meeting the crew, Tom, who was the unspoken "leader" of the group despite being the youngest at only 45, told me he had a favor to ask. He said, "Jack has always had a thing for you. His 50th birthday was approaching, and the guys came up with an idea." I obviously knew Jack had a thing for me as his eyes are always wondering where they shouldn't and he's super nice always for no reason. He's the type of guy to hold a door just to get a good look at my butt. I never minded. Honestly, I liked the attention and Jack is kind of cute. He has a deep yet calm voice, middle aged dimples, and a beautiful smile. Jack was shy and respectful in a way different than the others. Every one of the guys seemed well off, but Jack gave off that wealthy vibe. He had the best job of them all and the others gravitated towards him. Tom continued, "I am embarrassed to ask, but if we all chipped in and paid you would do a little strip show for Jack's 50th? No pressure please."

I almost spit out my drink and said "what?" Tom repeated himself, adding, "You can keep your underwear on, and between the five of them you would get $200 plus tips." He told me it would only be the crew, and we wouldn't talk about it ever afterwards. I told him I would think about it. The next day, I texted Tom.