Birthday Boy
Drew Pov
It’s ya boy’s birthday. I’m turning up for my 25th birthday. My boys decided to take me to the hottest strip club in town. I’ve never been before because I’m mostly an all work no play kind of guy. My money comes first. Most of my friends and some of the guys I work with spend their time chasing after women and I don’t have time for it. I just fuck and I duck. That may sound harsh, but I don’t lie to these hoes or tell them that I want anything more. They know exactly what they’re getting into with me.
But anyway enough about that. I’m ready to get a dance and get a few drinks and hopefully end the night with a bad chick in my bed.
“You enjoying yourself bro,” my friend Ken said.
“Yeah. They got some really talented dancers in here,” I replied as I watched the girl on stage flip in to a split. I throw some money on her.
“Well you ain’t seen nothing yet. I went to the back and hit up my boy Dre and since he’s my boy and he know that you good people, he agreed to let his most prized dancer to give you a private, private dance,” he explained.
“Word? Yall really going all out for your boy huh. So tell me something when is this dance happening,” I asked.
“Right now, if you’re ready,” Ken answered.
“Shit, bring her on,” I said.
“Alright follow me,” he replied walking towards the VIP section and down the hall. We get to the room an it has a sofa, a bed, and it looks like it has a bathroom with a shower too. I guess that’s for the married niggas.
“Wait here, she’ll be in here in about 5 minutes,” he spoke.
“Aight,” I responded.
I go to the counter and grab a cigar and pour myself some Hennessy. I sit down on the couch and light the cigar waiting for her to come in. 5 minutes go by before she walk in the room. I look up and she’s turned around.
“Well hello,” I said taking in all of her assets. She’s bad as fuck. Tattoos gracing her pretty caramel skin. Thick thighs and a juicy ass to match it along with some nice perky titties. I can’t see her face because she’s turned around, but I can just tell that she’s pretty as hell too. I look at the tattoo on her ankle and it looks familiar. Maybe I’ve had sex with her before, but that can’t be it. I would remember smashing an ass like that.
“I was told that my talents were needed to please someone on their special day,” She said before turning around.
“What the fuck,” I said in shock.
I stare in shock. I know this ain’t who I think it is. I must be seeing things.
“Karen,” I asked.
“Drew,” she replied with her eyes wide.
“What the hell are you doing,” I asked.
She grabs a robe to cover herself up before speaking.
“Isn’t it obvious that I’m stripping,” she said.
“Does Quinten know that you’re stripping,” I continued.
“No he doesn’t,” she answered.
“This shit is why I don’t do relationships. Females always doing some foul shit,” I said as I pulled out my phone to call Quinten. I can’t have my boy out here getting played what kind of friend would I be?
“What are you doing,” she asked.
“I’m calling him. What you think I was just gonna let you do this and get away with it,” I answered.
“No! Please don’t do that,” she said giving me a pleading look.
“Nah take all that pouting and begging and go on with that man. I’m telling him,” I replied.
“Drew nobody even knows that I dance here. You’re the only one who knows. We can just keep this between us,” she explained.
“Karen, I get it this nigga buys you everything you want, takes you on trips, and you want to keep that going, but I’m sure that you can find somebody else to sponsor you. It just won’t be my best friend, so I’m telling him,” I said.
“Please,” she begged.
I text his phone. I tell him that I saw Karen at the club and that she was gonna give me a private dance. He’ll see it when he wakes up or something.
“Look Karen, I’ll give you a ride home,” I said.
“Okay,” she replied quietly.
“You need time to get your stuff first,” I asked.
“Yeah. I need to to go to the dressing room. You can meet me at the back exit in 5 minutes,” she answered.
“Alright,” I said.
She walks out of the private room and makes a left down the hall and goes through a door. I go the other way and head back to the front of the club.
Ken sees me walking out and he stops me.
“Hey bro what happened. Why you back so soon,” he asked.
“I got a call about a shipment that I thought was gonna come in later. You know me I got to make my money,” I answered.
“Yeah I understand. I hope you enjoy the rest of your birthday though,” he replied dapping me up. I walk out the front and I walk around the back to the exit to meet Karen. When I get to the door she comes out with a tank top and some shorts on and her bag on her shoulder. She looks likes she’s been crying.
“You ready to go,” I asked.
“I’m ready when you are,” she answered.
We walk to my car. I go to the passenger side and open the door for her. Once she’s inside, I close the door and go around to the driver’s side. I get in and start the car and pull out of the parking lot.
