Mom’s Surprise Birthday Party, Mom will never forget her 42nd Birthday, “Happy Birthday, Mom!” I said over the phone as soon as my mother answered. “How old are you again? 25? No… Wait, you couldn’t be a day over 21!”
“Oh, Matthew. Would you stop! You know I’m 42 today. We couldn’t possibly be the same age.” My mother joked back.
“Well, I stand by my statement. You don’t look a day over 21!” I continued. “Are you getting into anything tonight?” I asked.
“Oh, you know me. I’m just a boring old woman; I don’t have any plans for tonight. I think some of the girls want to have a get together this weekend and celebrate but nothing too crazy.” She answered.
“Alright, well have fun! Happy Birthday, I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. Thanks for calling.” She replied.
When I turned 18 I moved out of mom’s house and into my own apartment, I picked up a job as a male stripper and have been doing that ever since. I’m currently 21 and live in Los Angeles, California; Mom was never much of a big city kind of gal and had relocated to Palmdale, which was about 40 miles outside of LA. Palmdale was much nicer than LA, she had a huge house and a good job with way more friends than she ever had in LA; I hated visiting because it’s basically the middle of nowhere, in the desert. Mom had no idea that I had been stripping for all these years; when I moved out I told her I was starting my own online marketing business with a friend… Which was partially true. The business just turned out to be an “adult entertainment” business.
A few days prior to Mom’s birthday, I got a call from a client who wanted to hire me for a party the upcoming weekend. The beauty of my business was, it wasn’t a club; each performer was available for hire by the hour anywhere in the greater Los Angeles area and even some parts of Orange County. Basically, there weren’t too many places in SoCal we wouldn’t travel to.
Anyway, the client had scheduled for me to arrive at 9 PM in Santa Monica. We have various outfits, characters, and scenarios that clients can choose from; this specific client had chosen the “kidnapping” scenario for a friend. She told me it was for her friend’s birthday and she was desperately in need of some excitement; I invited her in to our offices and we discussed the details.
The party would take place on Saturday night at her house and all of the guests would be arriving around 8 PM. I was scheduled to arrive at 9 PM in a blacked out car, a black outfit, with a black ski mask; I would then wait outside the house and the client would send her friend outside to grab something from her car and that’s when I would grab her. I’ve done this scenario countless times and had no problem at all pulling it off; every woman I’ve done this to has absolutely loved it. We signed the legal agreement and she was on her way!
Fast forward to Saturday night…
I arrive in Santa Monica a few minutes before 9 PM and park my car across the street from the Clients house; I kill the headlights and watch the house closely. There’s a large window at the front of the house that peers into the living room and the blinds were open, giving me a direct view into the house. I see the back of four heads sitting on the couch in front of the window and across from them in a chair is the client who hired me. The client had texted me about half hour prior to inform me of what the client would be wearing; she was wearing a bright pink button up blouse and a long black skirt, along with a pair of black lace stockings. I laid eyes on the target, though I could only see the back of her head; I waited for my cue to strike… While inside the room:
The girls all had tall glasses of wine and I could hear music coming from inside the house, two of them were dancing and they all looked like they were starting to get a bit buzzed. There was a bowl of fruits and vegetables on the table and the client gathered them around and began demonstrating sex acts with a cucumber. Perhaps it was a sexual party game; I couldn’t hear what was being said.
“What’s the biggest cock you girls have ever had?” The client asked the room as she picked up a large, thick cucumber from the table.
“Oh, boy. Here we go again…” The target said, placing her hand to her forehead.
“Come on, loosen up! Have another drink, it’s your birthday!” One of the girls coached her.
“Seriously!” The client said, “I think this is about as big as I’ve got.” She wrapped two hands around the base of the cucumber and there was still a few inches left at the top. Her eyes went wide. “I could barely fit it in my mouth, it was so thick.” she said, as she proceeded to place the cucumber to her lips.
The girls all giggled and looked at each other; she passed it to one of the girls who attempted to fit the cucumber in her mouth but to no avail. She then passed it to another girl in the room who took it about a quarter of the way down.
“How about you Ari? Do you think you could take it?” The client asked the target.
“Oh, no. Really I don’t think so…” Ari responded.
“Come on, you’ve got to at least try!” The girls are shouted at her.
Ari threw her head back and chugged what was left of her tall glass of wine.
“Alright, sure. Let me see that thing…” She said.
She held the cucumber in her hand and looked at it for a few seconds; she then opened her mouth as wide as possible and stuck her tongue all the way out. She slowly pushed the cucumber through the threshold of her lips and took it more than half way before gagging on it. Every single one of the girls cheered as she continued to try and get it down but she couldn’t go all the way.
“Wow! You’re a fucking naughty little freak aren’t you? Where did that come from!” The client asked.
Ari shrugged her shoulders and her face began to turn bright red.
“Well if you like that big ol’ cucumber, you’re going to love what we got you for your birthday present…” The client said. “Why don’t you run out to my car and grab it. I left it in the trunk.”
Ari stood up and made her way to the front door.
I watched the target stand up from the couch and walk to the door; it was extremely dark outside which was best for what I was about to do. The target drunkenly stumbled down the front porch steps in her heels; it was dark and she was totally unsuspecting of anything. She made her way to the back of the client’s car and opened the trunk; she bent over and began searching around for her present. I silently snuck up behind her and pulled a black sack over top of her head; I quickly placed one hand over her mouth to muffle her scream and wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her closer to me. She kicked and flailed her arms effortlessly, she was far too drunk to even come close to putting up a fight; I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. I then threw her over my shoulder and placed her in the trunk of my car.
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