For my birthday, I received a self-help book, a self-healing guide, a wireless phone charger, an air fryer toaster oven, a Hitachi magic wand, and, no joke, a brown-haired, blue-eyed, Magic Mike-looking stripper.
There he was, this muscular dude, naked except for his cowboy hat, doing a funny dance with his fists in the air, with his cock dangling and bouncing around.
The other girls were ecstatic.
I sat there with my jaw dropped and my shoulders cringing.
This was Enid's doing. I knew it. I pointed to her and shook my head. She laughed and clapped.
"Woohoo," said various other girls around Enid's apartment—middle-aged Jacqueline, young Helen and her drunk ass, Tabitha and her desperate horny ass trying to get close to that dangling penis, and my sister Rachel getting into it.
They had decided to keep the party small knowing I had been out of sorts for the past few months. But no matter how much I told them not to do it, they still organized this little party for me.
Junk food and booze and weed, I expected.
Naked stud grinding his body into my sister Rachel, I did not.
"Go, Rachel, go, Rachel," they chanted as she got up to dance with this Thor-looking juicer dude.
When he pulled her towards his naked body and patted her behind in those loose jeans, she threw her hands up and put a stop to it.
"That's enough for me," she announced while laughing and walking back to her seat on the sofa.
"Oh, come on," Enid said, wild look on her face, looking to see who'd be next.
"Me, me, me," Tabitha sang as the other girls cheered her on.
"Do her next," Enid commanded him.
The hunky guy started dancing towards Tabitha. Tabitha was squirming in her seat, sitting up, and, no way, she was grabbing her own tits and looking horny as heck!
"Oh, my God," I muttered at the scene.
The stripper put a foot on the sofa next to her and danced. Tabitha felt him up from his feet to his thighs to his stomach, bypassing the one thing she really wanted to grab. He swung that thing in her face. Her mouth fell open like she was agonizingly hungry for it.
"Oh, fuck," she said.
He ran his fingers through her hair, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it. She had this evil look on her face when she opened them back. She grabbed his cock and played with it, cackling like a hyena as she did it.
Crazy girl, I thought with a hand on my forehead.
"It's gonna be your turn soon, Lila," Enid said, pointing two fingers at me and dancing in her seat. "Birthday girl! Something special planned for you!" She danced in her chair, wiggling her fingers at me.
I wanted to slap her silly. Instead I just shook my head at her.
Jacqueline next to me looked concerned about me, but I didn't want them thinking I was still fragile after all these months. So I threw my hands up and pretended to have a good time.
"Woohoo," I said back to Enid.
The dancer danced over to Helen who could barely sit straight.
"Can I spank him?" she asked in a pouty voice. "I wanna spank him!"
The dancer looked at Enid who had hired him and she shrugged and laughed.
"Come on," Helen whined. "Lemme spankee!"
The dancer turned his god-like back to her, extended his thick arms to touch the floor, and shook those perfect buns of his at Helen.
I met eyes with him for a moment.
Helen went slap happy on his butt cheeks, giggling as she spanked him as if she were drumming bongos at a Latin club. He thrust his ass to her face and danced. She kissed both butt cheeks before slapping them again harder. He started grinding his ass on her lap. She wrapped her arms around him and felt up his abs and his chest and pinched his nipples and kissed and licked his back. He leaned back into her, and she had practically had him in a headlock, kissing his cheek and nibbling his ear.
"Ooh, I love you," she said in a desperate voice between kisses. "I'm keeping you."
He turned and gave her a hug, which I found cute, especially when she wrapped her crazy legs around him and he picked her up like a child.
"What's his name?" I asked Jacqueline.
She shrugged. "Dirk?"
I nodded and patted my lap to the music.
"Do Jackie!" Enid cried out. The other girls cheered. I joined in.
Jacqueline shook her head quickly. "Oh, my God, no!"
But she was laughing as Dirk danced towards her. He grabbed the headrest on either side of her head. He put his feet on the sofa on each side of her thighs. And he danced on the sofa, body on her face.
She winced and shook her head and cowered with her fists under her chin while he danced.
When he was done, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. He straddled her and hugged her.
She made a cutesy face while everyone else went, "Aww." Then she gasped when she realized his cock was pressing against her belly.
"Ew, ew, ew," she said, cowering away from the cock while everyone laughed.
Then it was my turn.
I tensed up like I knew I would. It had been a while since I had let any male near me, even poor Chris, my ex-boyfriend, whom I hadn't seen in months.
Dirk started slowly, dancing in front of me, rolling his hips, his penis flapping against his thighs. He came closer. I tried looking at everything but that cock coming towards me.
He gave me a short lap dance, but he seemed like he had something else in store for me. He squatted at my feet, dancing.
Suddenly, he grabbed both ankles and lifted them in the air. My dress slid down my thighs, exposing my panties. He wrapped my legs around him and slid up to my face. He started bumping his body against mine.
The girls, except Jacqueline, were beside themselves, cheering him and me on.
This dude was simulating having sex with me!
It should've been fun. I wanted to have fun. I wanted to forget everything and just enjoy the raunchy party the girls had set up for me.
Instead I turned my face away and wept.
Dirk stopped dry humping me, squinting at me with confusion.
"Lila!" Jacqueline said.
