All persons are eighteen years of age or older.

Have you ever woken up on your birthday knowing it is going to be a birthday that sucks? Yeah? Well, welcome to Friday, June 17th, the morning of my twenty-first birthday. Awake and lying in bed on my twenty-first birthday knowing today should be a milestone instead it felt like a millstone.

My parents had asked weeks ago did I want a blowout birthday or since I was turning twenty-one would I want to go out and get ‘shit-faced,’ my dad asked laughing. I had told them, at the time they asked, that I would be out with friends, which I thought I would. Dad had told me to be safe, not drive and call him if we needed him to pick us up. Mom and dad had both got wasted on their twenty-firsts and held no ill will that I wanted to.

Since that conversation had happened, not one of my friends had mentioned my birthday coming or a party. Most were talking about doing other things with family or going out of town on my birthday. My last resort other than staying home with my parents had been my little brother.

Well, younger brother, that little shit had turned into a stud in high school it seems. He lived on the football field or the weight room. He was nineteen, so he could get into a few clubs and at least watch me get blitzed. Not that it would take long I rarely drank. But in the end, when I asked, he apologized as he made plans with friends once he thought I was going out with friends.

Mom came upstairs to see if I was getting up anytime soon or sleeping in. I told her I was getting up so dad would start making my favorite blueberry pancakes and bacon. At least that was a small silver thread in the dreary day.

As the day drug on, I watched dad read the paper in his chair. I smiled at that, dad only forty-one acted like an old-timer, he still read a newspaper instead of the internet. Even mom had converted to reading news on the tablet. I sat sipping a cup of coffee looking at dad and then mom. My parents were a beautiful couple. Both still looked young, and both worked out. Dad doing the P90X with a class at his gym and mom does aerobics and yoga. They were so in love and the perfect couple.

I blurted out before I thought, “Mom why can’t I find a wonderful hunk like dad,” and felt my cheeks blush a bit?

“Oh lord, you need someone way better than me, Princess.”

“Oh hush Don, you are a wonderful husband, and father and are quite the hunk.”

Dad laughed, “Your dad never thought so.”

This piqued my interest. Dad and grandad always got along it looked like to me, but apparently, granddaddy did not approve. Suddenly I felt angry at granddaddy.

“Oh bull, you know my father had no problems with you, that was a long time ago. Honey, your Don is out there. You will find him when you least expect it.”

“So what are you guys doing tonight?”

“Well there is a play over at the open theater and your dad got us tickets.”

I saw the look on dad’s face and suppressed a chuckle. You could tell he bought the tickets for mom; he could care less about a play. Dad was that old-school country boy, who hunted and fished. Mom was the one more into culture and art. She had been an art major in college. Dad is an engineer.

The day drug on with me resigned to sitting at home alone. Maybe I would go get some chocolate and wine and spend the alone time with my boyfriend that never let me down. The one that went buzz in the night. Suddenly, my eyes teared up, at twenty-one, I was an internet meme, all I needed now was to move out on my own and adopt a couple of cats.

I watched mom and dad leave swearing that I was heading out in a little with friends. I did not want to upset their plans. I also did not want to get roped into going to the play, dad would insist I go with mom if he knew I was going to be home alone. David left just before them kissing my cheek and apologizing to me.

Once they were gone, I realized none of them had even given me a card or present.

I was sitting watching TV, all depressed, and looked at the clock, 9:00 P.M. Mom and dad would surely be back soon. Someone started beating on the door like the police do in movies. What now I wondered? Opening the door I was shocked to see my friends all decked out.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!! SURPRISE!!!!!”

I burst into tears at the door smiling. Sam, Nessa, Jessica, Alexandra, Krystal, and Nikki all laughed.

“Gotcha!”

Sam held out a box once they all got in. “Girl we pitched in and got you this new outfit. Now let’s get you smoking hot and ready to drink and get laid.”

A chorus of “WOOOOOOOOOO.” Followed.

They had bought me a tight lowcut white blouse, that with a pushup bra had my small boobs looking at least a size bigger. A loose short skirt that barely covered the curve of my ass and some black three-inch heels. I sat as they did my makeup and hair. I had to admit, I looked pretty cute. Not that I ever had a problem with guys wanting me. That was the problem, guys just wanted in me and did not want to be with me.

“Leave the panties, you won’t be needing those,” Sam said.

“I’m not just banging some guy on the street tonight.”

“Girl no. We are taking you to Rachel’s Place tonight,” Jessica informed me.

Rachel’s Place is a high-class male strip club. It was known to get raunchy after midnight or I had heard. You had to be twenty-one to get in and they scanned your I.D. to make sure it was in the state system or you could not get in.

“Girl I went two weeks ago. There is this hot stud there who had a nine-inch cock that will split you wide open,” Nikki said laughing.

“Oh god, I can’t let some random guy put it in me.”

“Girl he is so cute and adorable, I think he is only like nine-teen too. Just see when you get there. He is full of muscles. I even asked him out, but he politely declined.”

“He’s not twenty-one,” I asked?

“Nope, the entertainers cannot drink, so they can be younger. Maybe eighteen.”

I shook my head laughing as we piled into Nessa and Krystal’s SUVs and headed off and straight to the club. Luckily, I had made myself a couple of grill cheese sandwiches and a cup of soup earlier to help with the alcohol that was coming.

They paid for me to get in, where I was given a sash by a well-hung young man that said ‘Birthday Girl’ on it and a plastic tiara with a lot of shiny fake jewels on it. This place was a mad house of women and naked men. I notice most of the women were around mom’s age and most of the guys around mine.

“Told you, you’d love it,” Nessa screamed over the crowd watching the guy that was dancing in the crowd.

The DJ introduced the next guy.

“Ladies give a warm welcome to Rachel’s own Batman!!!!!” The place went wild when she announced him.

“The guy came out in a suit and black mask over his face with horns poking up. Looked like maybe a Halloween Batman mask.

“That’s him, Nikki,” screamed.

Our table was going wild with the rest of them. I had to admit from what I could see he was cute. Women near the stage were ripping his suit off him. Apparently, it must have Velcro closures the way it came off.

Once naked except for the mask he made it down the stage and to the crowd. I had to admit he had one killer body and the cutest smile. Women were literally throwing money at him. I watched in awe as woman after woman tried to take his cock down their throat.

“We have to get him over here for Shelly,” Krystal screamed.

“Oh no please don’t,” I tired. I was mortified that they would.

“Oh fuck that bitch! You are at least touching it,” Nikki screamed, got up, and ran to him leading him to our table. By his cock. I know I was twenty shades of red. The girls all singing Happy Birthday and it sounded like the entire crowd had joined in. His cute smile and blue eyes looking down at me. Nikki put my hand on it and the girls screamed. “Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!”

Soon the entire club was chanting as I decided to just lick the head. “Booooooooooooooo!!” He helped me to my feet and hugged me and shushed the crowd. I knelt and took as much as I could down gagging looking up into his smile and seeing his eyes roll back. Pulling me up he hugged me and was about to walk away when Nessa grabbed his arm and Krystal and Nikki bent me over the table pulling my skirt up.

He looked at me and mouthed, “are you sure?”

Fuck no I wasn’t but I was twenty-one dammit and he was fucking hot and cute. “YESSS,” I screamed and turned red.

Nikki bent down, tore open a condom, rolled it down his cock then sucked it for a second. Nessa lined his cock up and he started to push. I was surprised, I expected him to ram it in. He stopped as I started to spread, me looking at him.

“You sure,” he mouthed again? I nodded and pushed back taking his head in. My god my pussy stretched, and he slowly eased in till I felt him bottom out just as his balls touched me. I realized I was holding my breath and exhaled loudly. “Goooooddddd!”

The girls and the crowd went wild at that and as he slowly went in and out. I grabbed ahold of the table for dear life. I came within strokes and started toward my second when he stood me up my back against his chest, leaning down kissing by my ear, his finger found my clit rubbing it.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuu,” I managed to get out as the first squirt of my life showered my legs. The manager told him to move on to other ladies.

He kissed my neck still in me and whispered in my ear, “Happy Birthday Shelly.”

I froze as stiff as the huge cock that was in my throbbing pussy. I knew that voice, but the eyes did not match it. I looked back and up as he withdrew. The smile matched, but the blue eyes did not. He turned me around and kissed my lips gently and spun away to another table.

I stood just watching him. “Girl, you ok?”

I sat down looking at the table. “I said girl are you ok?”

I looked up at Sam. “You ok Shelly?”

“That ... That was...”

“That was what? Amazing,” Vikki shouted.

I was too stunned trying to wrap my head around what my mind told me and what my eyes said was not true the rest of the night. I tried to play it off and acted like I was as into it as the rest were, but my mind and my heart were racing. I also stopped drinking I wanted to be sober.

We stayed till closing. Vikki took his cock the next round of dances then Sam after her as I watched and shouted but without much conviction.

I waited on the couch till he came in. “Hey, Happy late Birthday Sis.”

“David tell me that wasn’t you?” He looked down at the floor. “How? You have green eyes?”

He pulled a contact case out of his bag. “You hate me now don’t you Shelly. I’m sor-”I cut him off springing into his arms and kissing him.

“Baby brother,” I said breaking the kiss. “Please do not think it’s because of this,” I rubbed his cock. “I have wanted you since you turned eighteen.