"Whoa there!" Dave giggled helping her back to her feet.
Jeanine squeaked with laughter, re-opening her eyes and seeing everything semi-clearly. "Whoopsie!" she exclaimed, regaining her balance to some degree and whirling around to meet him with her open arms.
"Someone's a little tipsy!" Dave sang, still holding her by the waist and dragging her through the crowd to the sofa. He attempted to lay her down easily, but only succeeded in dropping her limp body. Stooping down, he flung her legs up onto the couch. "There." he slurred, then giggled again. "There." he corrected himself, plopping down so her feet were just behind his back.
"Thank you baby." she purred, winking libidinously.
Dave giggled once more, suddenly collapsing his body down so it was on top of hers. "Oops." he smirked. "My bad."
Jeanine shrieked a chuckle, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and allowing him to kiss her on the mouth.
"Mmmmm..." he moaned, his lips moving sloppily upon hers. He jabbed out his tongue and ended up slobbering on the whole left side of her face.
She giggled, wiping his saliva off her cheek with the back of her hand.
"Whoa... that didn't work." Dave snickered. "I think I'll try again." he declared, kissing her again and this time landing his tongue on target, in her mouth.
Jeanine sighed contentedly against his kiss, feeling her heart soar, despite how drunk she was. But the euphoria soon faded and the truth dawned on her. He didn't love her. She loved him so much, but was nothing more than an object to him. She would never be his to have and hold and love. His heart belonged to someone else.
"Mmmwait!" she screamed, shoving him back from her.
Dave pulled back immediately, following her wishes. He tried to focus on her face, but at that moment found it rather difficult. "What's the matter?" he asked, his speech clear as it rolled off his tongue.
"Get off." she ordered, pushing him away from her.
He obediently complied, finding himself on the floor with her hasty motion. Jeanine climbed off the couch, nearly collapsing in her black, platform sandals. She grasped her hair as the tears began to stream from her eyes and made her way out of the room. Dave was left on the floor, a puzzled expression on his face. He debated whether or not to go after her, but realized that she wanted to get away from him. He hoisted himself up on the couch and slumped down, confused.
* * *
Upon hearing the doorbell ring, Scott removed himself from he steps where he and Angela had been tangled and making out since their departure from the living room. The large clock in the foyer read eleven o'clock and the house was not nearly as crowded as it had been, though a good collection of people still occupied the space. The front door was unlocked so he just opened it to reveal a police officer standing on the porch.
The officer was a medium heighted woman with glossy, volumized blonde hair that peeked from under her cap and trailed down to her mid back. Her lips were sprinkled with the soft shade of pink and every facial feature down to her eyelashes was defined delicately. She peered as Scott with stony blue eyes.
"Are you Scott Moffatt?" she asked, keeping her austere composure.
"Guilty as charged." Scott smirked.
The woman took out a walkie-talkie and turned it on to reveal a static hiss. "I'm requesting backup." she murmured into the radio device before replacing it in the back of her utility belt.
She brushed past Scott along with four other female officers.
"OKAY! NOBODY MOVE!" she cried harshly, bursting into the living room.
The only red-headed officer went directly to the elaborate stereo system and shut it off while the other four formed a row in the middle of the open space. Seconds later, a drum beat filled the room in replacement of the loud techno music. The drum beat was immediately accompanied by the raw sound of an electric guitar. The women began to move their hips in an odd unison and rhythm. Scott appeared in the archway. He had almost forgotten.
Steven Tyler's raspy voice soon filled the house...
Rag doll, you're livin' in a movie. Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie. So fine, I never see you leaving by the backdoor...
At the first lyric, the police uniform shirts were torn open to reveal five ample sets of bosoms, each in a different color bikini. Cheers came from all directions.
Hot time, get it while it's easy. Don't mind, come on up and see me. Rag doll, baby won't you do me like you done before...
The pants were torn violently, but smoothly from the sculpted legs of each woman. The only thing remaining was their utility belts, a sultry and show-all bikini, black pumps, and the police cap their each wore. The blonde woman who had been at the door approached Bob, standing a little ways away with wide and shocked eyes. He could have sworn he was halucinating, but as she neared him with a determined look on her face, he knew it was real unless he had drank more than he thought.
"Are you the birthday boy?" she cooed, taking him by the collar of his shirt and jerking him towards a chair that one of the other women were setting up in the middle of the room.
Bob's eyes went wider than they had been before as he looked to Scott for help.
"Happy birthday Bob! Don't say I never did anything for you!" Scott called, snickering.
The woman sat Bob roughly in the chair. She circled to behind him, leaning down so her breasts pressed on the back of his neck. "My name's Candy." she smirked, extending her tongue to lick his earlobe in one sultry motion.
Bob's eyes rolled back in his head in utter ecstasy and a goofy smile spread on his lips.
"Where're the other birthday boys?" a brunette asked, hands on her shapely hips.
"My birthday's in ten months!" some random person cried from in the throng of people.
The brunette smirked, rolling her eyes playfully.
"I believe he's going to be blowing out some candles soon!" Scott helped, pointing to Dave who was still seated with his head in his hands on the couch. He was dead to the world.
The brunette winked at him, slinking sexily up to an unknowing Dave and settling down beside him. At this point, the party picked up it's previous momentum, the others going about drinking, dancing, and watching the strippers dance; especially the blonde and the other brunette giving Bob a lap dance.
* * *
"Why so sad?" the first brunette asked, laying her hand on Dave's shoulder as she sat beside him. "It's your birthday, you should be smiling." she cooed.
Dave looked up at her. "Jeanine?" he asked.
The woman raised an eyebrow. "Actually, it's Bhambi." she corrected.
"Who're you?" Dave asked, raising an eyebrow of his own as his eyes swept down her body, mainly to the great valley between her breasts which were spilling from her skimpy top.
"Bhambi." she repeated, extending her hand for him to shake.
"Hi..." he said slowly.
"What's your name?" she flirted, resting her hand on his knee and trying to do her job. He was making it very difficult.
"Dave." he replied.
"You look a little down." she informed him, the grinned seductively.
Dave just shook his head.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
He returned his head to his hands. "I don't even know."
Bhambie grinned. "Well... whatever it is... I'm sure I can cheer you up."
He looked back to her, puzzled.
"Come with me." Bhambie smiled salaciously, standing up and extending her hand to him.
He paused before accepting it and following her out of the room.
* * *
Clint giggled, thoroughly pleased as the red head, Cherry, and the second blonde stripper, Mandi, tickled his abdomen. They exchanged looks briefly as he continued to laugh like a school girl who had just heard a good knock-knock joke.
"Teeeheeheehee! You're gonna kill me!" Clint shrieked.
"Wouldn't want that to happen, would we?" Cherry asked, halting her taunting.
Mandi did the same. Clint eventually stopped laughing, but his smile still remained. He leaned back against the kitchen counter.
"So how old are you turning Clint?" Cherry asked, standing unusually close to him.
"Sixteen." he replied, accidentally letting his eyes slip down to her copious cleavage. His face turned bright red.
"What? Never seen a set of breasts before?" Cherry taunted him, touching his defined chin.
"None that nice." he blurted, then darkened a shade.
Cherry and Mandi exchanged another look and smiled.
"Well... how would you like to see some really nice ones?" Mandi asked, running her fingers across his chest.
He flinched, ready to protect himself against anymore tickling that might come from them at any time. "That would be... pretty cool." Clint smirked. "A guy can dream, can't he." he sighed wistfully.
Cherry bit the corner of her ruby lips. "Well honey, we're going to make your dreams come true."
* * *
"STRIPPERS?!?!" Angela exclaimed, punching Scott on the arm. "What the hell were you thinking??"
Scott grasped his arm where she had contused him. "Owie!" he whined. "I got them for my brothers! I swear!" he vowed.
"My ass!" Angela shouted, whirling around to walk away but stumbling into the wall next to the archway. "Fuck." she muttered, in her belligerent stage of drunkeness.
At the mention of her posterior, Scott's eyes shot directly to the region and he smirked. "Fuck baby! I'm here with you!" he swore. "I like you more!"
He wrapped his arms around her waist and attempted to swing her towards him, but ended up sending them both toppling over. Angela screamed a curse as she hit the marble floor under him.
"Fuck! Get off me!" she shouted, thumping his chest with her fists. "I hate you, you bastard." she informed him, giving up and relaxing her assail-inclined arms. She instead opted to kiss him.
Scott sloppily wormed his tongue between her lips, securing his hands on either side of her so the palms were rested against the cold marble of the foyer floor.
"FLOOR SHOW!" Timber's wild voice exclaimed as she pointed to the couple. "SOMEBODY GET A CAMERA! I think they're reenacting Boogie Nights in here!"
Scott looked up at her and guffawed mercilessly, rolling off his girlfriend and onto the floor. "You are drunk as hell!" he informed her.
Timber gave him a look of shock, taking another swig of her wine cooler. "AM NOT!" she shouted.
She had gone from her black pants and black, three-quarter sleeved shirt to just her shirt and her pair of red BVDs. A pair of ski goggles were on her head, as was one of Bob's beanie's, and she wore mittens on each hand. She was barefoot.
"I am sober as a priest during lent!" she slurred, attempting to walk but ending up on her backside laughing maniacally. "My bum is on the floor, my bum is on the floor!" she began to sing.
Angela clapped a hand to her forehead. "She's gone."
"Scott ordered whores, and my bum is on the floor!" Timber continued, lazily clumping to a fetal position on the floor. She moaned and muttered something about not feeling too good.
"Oh God, she's gonna blow!" Bob cried, appearing in the archway with a bra on his head.
Timber broke into hysterical laughter. "Blow!" she exclaimed, rolling onto her back and wagging her feet in the air.
"Damn, where's my camcorder when I need it?" Scott asked himself.
Angela closed her eyes, shutting out the rest of the world around her.
Bob stumbled over to where his best friend lay and collapsed to the ground on top of her. Timber shrieked with more laughter, pausing to attempt to pour her wine cooler into her mouth. The sticky beverage ended up drizzling down her chin.
"Holy shit-cakes! It's raining in here!" she exclaimed.
Bob burped in reply, grumbling giggles before stumbling back to his feet with much effort.
"Where's you going?!?!" Timber whined, half-sitting up and trying to focus on him with wide and glassy eyes. She eventually gave up, chugging more of her wine cooler.
"Y'all are fuckin' sloshed." Scott snickered, reaching out for Timber's drink.
She allowed him to take her bottle from her and take a swig.
"I love this song!" Timber shouted, twirling around and landing with a thud on the floor again. More laughter followed this mishap.
"Whoooo!!! Need more beer!" Bob announced, tornadoing out of the foyer and towards the kitchen.
"Ughh..." Timber moaned, feeling another wave of nausea. "I'm sooooo drunk right now." she laughed.
"We're all fucking drunk!" Scott chuckled. "Carmen's passed out in the fucking bathroom! Whooo-hooo! PAR-TAY!!!"
"Whooooo! YEAH!!!" Timber accompanied his shouts, stumbling to get to her feet but falling flat on her face. She tried a few more times before managing to arrive in a vertical stance. "Whoooo!!!' she shouted, flailing her arms in the air and splashing wine everywhere. She gyrated her hips in a victorious manner. "I'm drunk! I'm drunk! I'm drunkety-drunk-drunk DRUNK!" she laughed, then collapsed, passing out.
* * *
"So Dave..." Bhambi smiled, leading the way into the first room in the hallway she had seen. It was the laundry room. She shut the door. "Tell me. How old are you turning today?" she asked.
"Well," Dave began. "My birthday actually isn't until March eighth, but since we're leaving Sunday and won't get to spend our birthdays with our friends, we're celebrating them today, along with my friend Timber, whose birthday's on the third and Carmen, who's sometime in like April, Kelly, whose birthday's in May, I think, and---" he paused seeing Bhambi giggle. "But I'm turning sixteen." he continued, cutting his epic short.
She smiled coyly. "Sixteen..." she hummed, taking his hands in hers again and dragging towards her as she backed into the washing machine. "That's a big deal."
"I guess so." he agreed, nodding and having no clue what her intentions were.
"So I guess you're a man now... or will be on the eighth."
"I'm a man right now." Dave grinned arrogantly.
"Are you sure about that?" she taunted, pulling him closer still.
Dave's eyes flickered down to her cleavage. "Ummm... yeah." his voice cracked and he blushed, clearing his throat. "Yeah."
"So what do you want for your birthday?" she asked.
"Uh... a car would be nice." he smirked, trying to look beyond her head so he did not see her alluring eyes.
Bhambi snickered. "What's the matter?" she asked, taking his hands in hers again. This time she guided it up to rest gently on her breast.
Dave became a darker shade of red than he already was. This was a very uncomfortable situation for him. This wasn't his average tryst with someone of the female species. Bhambie was a woman, not to mention a stripper, which meant she was very experienced in the realm of sex. He oddly found himself confused, not quite knowing how to act in her presence.
Bhambi reached her hands behind her back, smiling coyly at him. As her hands came back around her body, so did her bikini top. It fell to the floor in a shimmering purple heap. Dave swallowed thickly. She was going to give him a night he would never forget; even if it wasn't his real birthday.
* * *
"Is this your room?" Cherry asked, leading the way into a bedroom upstairs and flicking on the light.
The room was large with dark, wooden, polished furniture. The curtains to the two big windows on the back wall were a white chiffon. There was a cherry-oak bureau right beside the door, a night table on either side of the queen-sized bed decorated with an enormous white duvet and a myriad of white throw pillows, a desk between the bathroom and closet doors, and another table off against another wall. Two paintings of water colored flowers hung on the wall on either side of the table. This had been one of Sheila's projects when the family had first moved in. She had transformed the large, white box with creme colored carpeting into an elegant, empire style boudoir. Her second project, her and Frank's bedroom, had been decorated in much the same fashion.
"Naw, this is the guest room." Clint replied, stumbling into the wall and chuckling clumsily.
Mandi was last in the room and shut the door behind her, turning the lock. She exchanged a brief look with Cherry and the two girls smiled, knowing exactly what they were going to do for him.
"So Clint..." Cherry hummed, sliding the chair from the desk up in front of the bed. She guided him into it and he looked up at her with a dazed expression on his face. He had sobered considerably and was now only mildly intoxicated, able to realize that he was being toyed with. "What's your fantasy?" she purred, her ruby red lips dancing on his earlobe.
She pulled back form him and accompanied Mandi where she was splayed out on the bed with her shoes kicked off. "What turns you on?" Mandi asked in a seductive manner, already knowing she was arousing him as she grazed her hands over her breasts. His brown eyes widened.
Mandi continued to touch herself, looking directly at his eyes that were fixated on her breasts nearly spilling out of her pink bikini. Cherry reached over and assisted her friend in caressing her breasts, perusing Clint's reaction and seeing that he was greatly appreciative of their fondling each other. Mandi gave him a sultry smile, reaching behind her friend's back and undoing her top. As Cherry's breasts were revealed, an erection was formed in the youngest Moffatt's pants.
Mandi roved her hands over Cherry's chest, passing her a sexy but short-lived kiss on the lips. Her mouth moved down to the hard, pink nipples, begging to be kissed and sucked on. Clint shifted in the seat, crossing his legs uncomfortably to conceal his excited member. Cherry assisted Mandi in getting off her bikini top and threw it at him with a playful giggle. He pulled it from over his eyes, not wanting to miss any of the action happening on the bed.
Mandi moved her lips further down Cherry's stomach and the red-head moaned loudly, lacing her fingers in her friend's blonde hair. Her fingernails were polished bright red to match her lipstick. Mandi tugged down her friend's bottoms, steepling her knees around her head.
Clint gasped as the blonde head began to bob up and down between Cherry's legs. The other girl cried out loudly, pressing her friend's head down as she sucked her sweet nectar. The erection growing in the Moffatt boy's pants was now longing for an escape, but he continued to gape at the site, mashing it between his thighs as he kept his legs crossed.
Mandi soon pulled back from Cherry, licking her lips and gazing up at her friend with a firey stare. Cherry sat up swiftly and tugged down the other girl's bikini bottoms, discarding them with her own off the edge of the bed. She maneuvered her body on top and slid down promptly, aiming to return the favor. However, this time, she twisted around so her legs were up by Mandi's head. Mandi grasped her thighs and slid her higher in order to regain access to her sopping wet genitalia. Cherry's large breasts pressed on the blonde's stomach, smashing the nipples against her soft skin.
Clint's eyes rolled back in his head as the girls engaged in a heated round of sixty-nine, all for his benefit. He soon grew lightheaded, feeling as if he could no longer contain his penis that seemed to have a mind of it's own. He blindly undid his pants, feeling he would faint if he did not. His pulsating member leaped from the confines of his boxer shorts, it's head smacking against his navel. The cold air on his heated private was rapturous and he oozed a few dribbles of precum. He used this rheum to bedaub his shaft and lubricate the slick motions of his wrist as he blindly jerked the skin on his penis back and forth to stimulate an unequivocally impending orgasm. He kept the picture of the two women sexing on the bed.
Sweat glistened on his upper lip and he briefly swiped it away with his ball-cupping hand, quickly returning it to fulfill it's duty. Clint gently rolled his testicles against one another, more precum gushing gently and steadily from his deep cum-slit. He felt his blood-pressure noticeable rise, but kept a steady hand went stroking his prick up by the purplish-red head. He kept his motions slow and teasing, finally opening his eyes to continued watching the copulating females.
Cherry and Mandi had altered their positions while he was preparing for his whack-off session. Both girls were now propped up crab-style on their hands and feet, with their stomach's facing the ceiling. Their legs were intertwined so their erect clitorises were touching between them and they moved fluidly with the lubrication provided from their sensual heat. Cherry bucked wildly, sending a wave of red through the air as her head jerked back and she cried out in ecstasy. Mandi was moaning softly with each thrust towards her friend's hot pussy, keeping a more humble angle on her enjoyment.
At this, Clint unknowingly tightened his grip, sitting up a bit more so he could see the two more clearly. His deep brown eyes shut for a moment, trying to calm his nerves that were clearly getting out of hand. When his eyes reopened, he was reintroduced to the thoroughly arousing scene before him on the bed. It was his turn to moan, feeling his climax raging forward. He had to force himself to remove his hands from his excited private to make his orgasm remain at bay. His red hands latched onto the bottom of the seat, tightly holding it to prevent them from shooting back to his penis that was in dire need of his attention. His face was completely flushed and his body glistened with sweat from the sexual heat he felt surging through his veins.
Mandi and Cherry were quickly nearing their apexes, rubbing their nether regions together as if they were attempting to get fire from two stones. Clint was amazed at the fluidity at which their breasts bounced gently with each up-motion. Cherry screamed, squeezing her eyes shut even tighter. She orgasmed with such vigor, Clint couldn't control his hands from returning to his own neglected organ. He didn't bother to go slow, he jerked himself at breakneck speed, hearing Mandi's throes of passion. The manifestation on his raging orgasm sprayed onto his hands. His head dropped back to rest on the top of the back rest of his seat. He panted in a fast paced rhythm trying to calm his pulse.
Happy birthday to me... he thought, a glimmer of a grin appearing on his face.
* * *