scarebearjinx

sorry it's so long. but tell me if you want more or not. this is only the first part of it. but i don't know if i want to finish it.


"Dude, this is the greatest 30th birthday. I can't believe you did this!" Mike said as he stared at the strippers around him.
One in particular had caught his eye. She looked to be an Italian goth in her mid to late 20s. She was about 5'4" with bright, captivating hazel eyes.
He seemed to be lost in those eyes. There was something familiar about the glint in her eyes; something he hadn't seen for many years.
"See something you like?" she said with a playfully, evil grin on her face.
Mike jumped with suprise, nearly falling out of his chair. He quickly got up and got his attention focused while he flipped Derek off; who nearly fell out of his chair laughing.
"This gentleman here, would like a blowjob for his 30th birthday"
She looked at Brian and grinned. She than looked back at Mike and said,"How about a lap dance instaed? I'll do it for free since it is your birthday."
Mike grinned with delight saying,"Alright. Lets see how hard you can make me. If you make me cream my pants-"
"We'll all pay you!" Derek yelled.
"Is that a challenge?" the stripper asked with confident look on her face. She looked around the table to all of the guys; they were already pulling out cash to prove thier word. "Alright, I'll do it in 10 minutes or less."
Everyone just stared with excited saliva dripping out of the corners of thier mouths. She took Mike over to a peculiar looking stool in the corner of the club. He sat down and watched with growing amusement as she moved in towards him, like a leapord stalking its prey.
He began to notice the rest of her form, how it flowed, the tattoos she had. There was a white and blue dragon that flew in the night sky, on each of her shoulder blades. A tribal tattoo along the top of her back that stretched from dragon to dragon. Both somehow looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember.
There were vine type tattoos on her left foot and ankle. They waved and curved around, sometimes ending in a circle with a thorn on it.
On her lower back was a knot with some Celtic influence in it. The sides feathered out into a language he didn't recognize.
At that, he began to recognize how built she was, as if she exorcised twice a day. She also didn't have the sunken face like most strippers when they did to many drugs.
There was something odd about this girl; very odd and very familiar, but yet sane.
He suddenly realized how much of a hard on he had when he realized she was rubbing her tits with his hands. He felt embarrased, but extremely aroused. She rubbed up against him slowly; in a porn type dance, but still in a casual, romantic like way.
She slowly rubbed her back down his chest. Breathing down one side of his neck and running her hand down the otherside of his head.
He couldn't stand it anymore. The next thing he knew, there was hot, sticky cum dripping down his legs.
The stripper looked at him giggling with a smile that glowed with pride. "Eight minutes, fourty-two seconds. You were a tricky one to figure out, but the most fun I've had in a while. The bathroom is over to the left, by the bar. Heres a towel and a couple of wet wipes so you can clean yourself off."
After that she was gone. He stared after her in amazement. He then noticed his friends pointing and laughing at him. He was never going to live this down.

The doors were being locked on the club house. Mike had made everyone wait till the stripper had come out to leave.
It was about four in the morning when she came out. She had on a black tank top with a very evil looking chesire on the front. Her pants were black and baggy. They had large cargo pockets on the sides and one on her right back calf.
She had on thin chainmail wristlets with spikes on the top edge. Around her neck was a collar with flat studds and a ring hanging from the middle. She had rings only on her thumbs; one on her left and three on her right. Two rings were in her left eyebrow and there was a ball in her libre. A pentacle could be seen hanging in her navel. It shown silver with a sapphire sparkling in the middle of it.
Her hair was black with rainbow streaks; beginning with red at the front. It was down and about only half way down her neck. Her bangs streched further to her collar bone.
"Goddamn! She is hot!" Derek said suddenly, startling Mike out of his trance. "Why don't you go talk to her," he said with a trouble making glint in his eye,"see if she wants to come hang out with us. You might be able to tap that if you try."
"Tap this Derek." Mike said in a cheery voice as he flipped Derek off for about the twenty-fifth time that night. But Derek was usually like this when he was drunk. Everyone was used to it.
Mike watched for a few seconds and started after the gothic stripper. He walked up right as she was unlocking her car.
She looked up when he was about five feet from where she was standing. "I don't do coke, or smack, or anything else. You can't buy me for a night or anything. And if you try to attack me, I'll break your arm."
"What? Huh? Oh. Oh! No, no. I was just coming over to see if you wanted to hang out with us tonight... er... morning I guess. It's my thirtyth birthday and I would like you to come so that we can talk more.
"Forgive me. You seem somehow familiar and it's driving me nuts. I would just like a chance to see the real you."