You Know I Love The Strippers

Strip clubs are life. Or they may as well be for you. It's easy enough for you to get a girl, and if you applied yourself properly, maybe multiple at once. You also know that porn is free.

Yet, strip clubs have an unbreakable hold on you. Countless girls you don't have to know to get them naked, or put up with the pretense of keeping them around. Having her tease and work on your erection and not some chump in some film.

But most of all, you get a charge out of tipping. It's something of a power trip for you, knowing that you could make any one girl's month, let alone her night.

That's why you plan to hit the strip club at midnight, when it will officially be your birthday.

You hit the speaker on your computer connected to the studio, telling your artist his hour is up.

A few seconds later Drew comes into the room, and you play back what he did, promising to mix it for a discount since you too are close friends.

You're both somewhat less than tall at about 5'7 and 5'8, but you both have smooth chocolate skin and winning smiles. You tend to wear shirts a size too small, your muscles showing through effortlessly.

Drew is bisexual and has been open about getting a chance to do you "favors." You don't identify as bi, but you've sometimes mulled over the idea of letting him.

Your success in the underground arts, which include making music and play writing has allowed you to afford the black 2015 Dodge Charger you two pile into. As the car comes to life, yellow lights flash on from the undercarriage to match the yellow trimmed rims you have equipped and the seat covers with a very famous design.

Yeah, you're a huge Batman fan.

You speed up I-80 until you reach Cheetahs, one of your absolutely favorite spots. The inside is clean, the variety is amazing, and the girls often compete for affections, which tend to lead to free dances.

The best part however, is the Champagne Room. For an hour, the girls will do whatever makes you happy.

You walk inside toting a backpack full of money over your left shoulder and show ID at the counter, even though the clerk knows you. When he sees it's your birthday he calls up to the DJ and the DJ announces your arrival. As you walk through the double doors, two beauties immediately take you by the arms.