"We're taking you somewhere special for your birthday this time," said Zorome to a clueless Hiro.

"...What?" Hiro gulped.

"It'll be fine! it's about time you get out of the house, dude!"

Zorome nodded his head. "Every time your birthday comes you always sit in the house. Well, guess what? Not this year."

"I don't want to go anywh—"

Before Hiro could finish his sentence, he was pulled out of his gamer chair by both his bros.

His unfinished bag of Doritos fell the floor, but before he could pick it up, he was out the door.

Goro dragged Hiro into Zorome's 2006 Honda Odyssey minivan and buckled him up so he couldn't escape before he could protest. There were empty cans of Mountain Dew and old hot dogs on the floor, and the outside had flames painted on it.

"W-What the—?!" Hiro said, looking away before his Doritos decided to come back up and pay him a second visit.

"Just trust us," said Zorome, not looking at the road as he backed the car out of the driveway. The back tire hit the curb and Hiro flew up, hitting the ceiling. "You're gonna have a real fun time, Hiro."

"I don't know what you mean, but..." Hiro swallowed so hard that you could hear the 'gulp' sound. "But alright, I guess."

"That's the spirit!" Goro said encouragingly, shooting a thumbs-up at Hiro from the passenger seat.

"Guh!" Hiro breathed heavily as he threw himself out of the car. That was a nightmare.

"You're overreacting, dude! I stopped for at least one red light," Zorome rolled his eyes and stepped out of his 2006 Honda Odyssey minivan that was parked in front of a "No Parking" sign.

"Did you remember to bring the money?" asked Goro.

"M-Money..? ...For what?" asked a still dizzy Hiro.

Goro and Zorome just smirked at him simultaneously. Hiro did not trust those smirks.

Quickly, they grabbed him by both his arms and started to pull him into a shady looking building. It was only then did Hiro read the sign for his sweet birthday party location.

"...S-S-Strippers In The CLUBXXX?!"

There was a moving neon sign of a lady with big breasts and a huge ass pole-dancing next to the name of the place (which was half-lit). Hiro's eyes bulged out of his head in disbelief as his whole face turned as red as the McDonald's logo.

Damn, Hiro really wished Zorome and Goro had taken him to McDonald's instead of here. Hell, he'd rather be anywhere than here.

He stopped in his tracks, while Goro and Zorome kept walking toward the dirty front doors. "R-R-Really?! A st-strip club?!" Hiro's voice cracked as he said this. Zorome and Goro both turned around to look at him.

Zorome already had a nosebleed. "What? It's a nice place to celebrate! Plus, you need to get out more, dumbass. You can't just sit at home cranking one out alone all the time—"

Hiro, in his embarrassment, pushed past both of his friends and swung the double doors open. It was dark inside, smelled like piss and alcohol, and shitty colored strobe lights were flashing everywhere, blinding him. 'Toxic' by Britney Spears was blaring over the old, dusty speakers.

Hiro was concerned for those speakers, as they sounded like they'd burst at any moment.

Goro and Zorome followed in after him. Goro clapped a hand onto Hiro's shoulder. "We'll make the best of it, yeah, Hiro?" Hiro looked at him with an annoyed look, though Goro was grinning. Beside him, Zorome was beginning to drool at the sight of all the girls dancing.

Hiro knew this was going to be a long night.

The blast of Britney Spears' obnoxiously nasally voice booming into his eardrums was enough to make Hiro's head pound. He just stepped in, but he already needed a drink to calm down. No, not that kind of drink. Hiro is a good Christian boy who attends church every Sunday.

"Heading straight for the bar? You're loosening up for once," Goro laughed and followed him over to the bar, leaving Zorome some who was making a puddle of blood underneath his socks and sandals from his consistent nosebleed.

"He'll be fine," Goro reassured him as they both made their way to the bar. "Sex On The Beach for me and...?" He looked at Hiro.

"..Water... please," Hiro requested sheepishly. Stepping into here has made his throat unusually parched.

The cold glass of ice, crispy water arrived first because it was the easiest to get and secretly came straight from the sink in the public restroom. Hiro took a sip, unaware of this. It still tasted refreshing to him.

In the backdrop, 'Toxic' faded out and was replaced with another booming song that continued to hurt his ears.

'What now?' Hiro thought to himself. His eyes couldn't help but be pulled to the stage like a magnet. Actually all the men in the club were focused on the stage now.

"I know everyone has been waiting for our sexiest performer here tonight. Her curvy and perfect body, her signature pink hair and sharp gaze. Her hot stage presence that makes everyone want to immediately pull out their dicks! Well, here she is — The Virgin Killer!"

A heavily bass-boosted version of 'Fergalicious' faded in from the DJ booth. All the spotlights in the club converged on the thick red curtains leading onto the stage. There were cheers from all the drunk men and some shot glasses thrown.

Looking near the edge of the stage, Zorome was already throwing Monopoly money onto the runway area. It seemed to Hiro that Zorome was too frequent a customer here.

The stripper everyone had been buzzing about finally threw the curtains back and stepped on stage sexily. There was a brief moment of horny silence all throughout before the greasy drunkards all went into a frenzy over her. Zorome's nosebleed increased tenfold, and his drool was running onto the stage.

The Virgin Killer... Hiro's eyes were drawn to her long pink hair and sparkling green eyes. She was wearing blood red lingerie that was practically see-through and barely covered her nipples. Hiro could also see pubic hair even from this distance if he squinted—

—No! He's a pure boy. He mustn't have those vile thoughts lest the Devil make a sinner out of him!

"Oh? The Virgin Killer?" piped up Goro after downing his drink in one chug, who was humming along to 'Fergalicious.' "I heard they call her that because she's taken at least 100 men's virginity—"

Even so, Hiro felt himself drawn to the stage. Goro followed him as he pushed past hobos and various drug dealers to get to Zorome.

"I heard she runs all the guys dry, with no money left! I don't blame them, though." Zorome shrugged and kept throwing his Monopoly money and chocolate coins.

Hiro pressed up against the stage and watched as The Virgin Killer strode up to her pole, licking her lips. It seemed like...maybe she was looking at him?

(Four, tres, two, uno)!

The Virgin Killer hooked her leg around the metal pole, giving Hiro a nice view of one of her thick thighs. It wasn't too fat but not too petite either, and Hiro could even tell the stripper had toned thighs by the well-defined muscles on them.

For a second, his Christian mind started to wonder what those thighs would feel like wrapped around his head.

Listen up y'all, cause this is it

The beat that I'm banging is delicious!

The Virgin Killer dipped her back down, giving the horny drunkards here a nice view of her perfect neck and breasts. Breasts which stood up tall like Mount Everest while her back arched into a perfect "U".

Fergalicious definition make the boys go loco

They want my treasures so they get their pleasures from my photo!

Sensually, The Virgin Killer ascended herself back up and quickly raised the other leg, wrapping itself around the pole like a snake.

"God, I wish I was that pole!" screamed Zorome passionately as he threw more chocolate coins at the stage, one managing to hit Hiro clean in the eye, but he didn't care.

The Virgin Killer extended one leg out and twirled her body around the pole slowly, the support of her thick thighs preventing her from falling onto her ass like a professional.

You can see me, you can't squeeze me

I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy

I got reasons why I tease 'em

Boys just come and go, like seasons!

The Virgin Killer then released the pole entirely much to Hiro's shock, but she was so good that she didn't immediately fall to the ground and get a concussion like an amateur would.

The stripper used only her thighs to hold her weight on the pole and she laid back, hanging upside down!

The Virgin Killer was now directly in front of him, offering him a flirtatious wink that made Hiro gulp. The glass of water in his hand shook as he nervously raised it to his mouth, taking seven to eight large gulps of the cold liquid.

Some of it spilled onto Hiro's shirt from how nervous he was. At the same time, Hiro also began to sweat. His whole face was drenched in it and he was already beginning to smell pungently salty.

A bunch of stench fumes wafted off of him like Spongebob's breath from the episode where he ate that fucked up sundae. Several people around Hiro (including Zorome) stepped away from him to avoid certain death.

As he was watching The Virgin Killer finish up her immaculate routine, Hiro's hands started to tremble, making him drop his glass. It shattered with a loud BOOM on the cheap, greasy linoleum floor. Thankfully, the music and horny screaming was even louder, and covered up the noise.

More drunkards were congregating toward the edge of the stage, dancing sloppily and reaching out to try and touch The Virgin Killer, who was sexily dragging her thin lingerie sleeves down her shoulder. She was even licking her pole, saliva rolling down the cold metal. All of the men were staring at every action, throwing away all their dirty money at her.

Beer kept getting spilled on Hiro by these same men, as their balance and grip weren't the best. He was slightly annoyed since his Dorito-powder-stained PSP was still in his pants' pocket, and was probably not going to work very well tomorrow. As a result of the beer, Hiro also smelled of gas station alcohol. You could see the stains even though his shirt was navy blue, though now it looked more like black.

The Virgin Killer began picking up the bills on the stage floor and stuffing them into the string bra of her lingerie. There were whistles and gleeful screams coming from the crowd. She even grabbed some of Zorome's (nose)blood-soaked paper Monopoly money and wet Poker chips and stuffed them into the panty portion of her lingerie.

Hiro was mesmerized. This woman seemed to make every action look sexy and arousing. And the way she had winked at him, and stared... He couldn't get it out if his brain. His heart (and dick) was thumping hard.

"I told you you'd like it!" yelled Zorome right into Hiro's ear. He elbowed Hiro hard in the side. He had been watching Hiro stare at the stripper. While he said this, though, Zorome spilled some of his beer on his fake tuxedo shirt that he bough at the dollar store.

Hiro looked at him with a fearful expression, and then looked around to find Goro.

But...he was gone!

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