Frilly red lace itched your skin every time you took a breath. You felt queasy anticipating how Trevor would react to your surprise - you knew it would be positive; he was physically incapable of reacting any other way towards sexual things - but you'd never really done anything like this before.
A week before, you had been cleaning out the closet in you and Trevor's room in an effort to get rid of the moths once and for all. A box fell onto your head, causing you to yelp, and bounced to the floor, its contents spilling everywhere.
"Fuck," you muttered. You bent down and started putting the stuff back into the box. It was mostly important papers and documents of Trevor's. One item in particular made you pause and study it - somehow, he had managed to keep an old driver's license.
It was a bit faded and had some stains on it, but you could still make out his picture. He had all of his hair (grown out into a mullet, of course), he didn't have any crow's feet or wrinkles, and he had a nose ring. You smiled as you looked at it, wondering what would have been different had you been closer in age. As you continued to take in the driver's license, you noticed his birthday.
He'd always been adamant on not telling you when his birthday was, claiming it wasn't a cause for celebration, but there was a curiosity that wriggled in the back of your head regardless. The date on his driver's license read 09/26/1968. September 26 was about a week away. I wanna do something nice for him, something nice for his birthday. Something he'll like.
You'd called Wade and told him you would like the Vanilla Unicorn emptied out for the night of Saturday the 26th, even the strippers. It took him a bit of sweet-talking since Saturday night was the most popular time of the week, but he eventually agreed. The only people who would be there were Wade, Trevor, and yourself.
Your plan? Wade was going to have Trevor take him into the city. Once they were there, you would call and tell Trevor he needed to put a blindfold on while Wade took him to a secret destination. Wade would take over the driving and bring Trevor inside the Vanilla Unicorn, guiding him through the facility and into a private room, where there would be a singular heavy chair with handcuffs on the arms of it. Wade would have Trevor sit down and slap the handcuffs onto him before leaving the room, going to the speakers, and connecting a special playlist you'd concocted for the occasion.
Astonishingly, Wade had gotten Trevor into position with no major injuries sustained. Gimme More by Britney Spears, a classic in Vanilla Unicorn, began to blare throughout the building, giving you your cue if Trevor bellowing threats toward Wade hadn't already done it. You'd dressed yourself in cherry red lingerie that barely covered your modesty. It was an exotic, lacy three-piece with a garter, and most importantly, it was brand new. A wave of nervousness washed over you as you hastily slathered on some coconut body oil and hurried from the dressing room to the private room where Trevor was shouting and writhing against the chair.
"Wade, where the fuck am I!? I'm gonna gut you and hang your intestines on my clothesline when I get ahold of you, this stupid fucking music, gaah, your traitorous ass-"
You interrupted Trevor's tirade by placing a finger on his lip. He quieted down and processed the situation, then put two and two together. "Am I in a strip club? Look, lady, I respect the hustle, but get me the fuck out of here. I have a girlfriend and I'm not interested in you."
You hadn't put together that he wouldn't know who you were since he had the blindfold on, and you certainly weren't expecting the first words to tumble out of his mouth to be 'I have a girlfriend'. A smile crossed your face realizing just how loyal he was, so you put your hands on each of his shoulders and straddled his lap.
"I said stop it. Knock it the fuck off, last warning," Trevor snarled, shaking his body back and forth in a futile attempt to get you to leave him alone.
You hummed sadly and pressed your breasts against his face as you untied the blindfold. As you began to move backwards from him removing the blindfold, Trevor had decided he'd had enough and rammed his forehead into yours as hard as possible, sending you flying backwards and stumbling to the ground with a yelp of agony.
"That's what you fucking get, you consent-hating-" Trevor began shouting before he got a good look at your face and realized that this woman wasn't some random sex worker, but his girlfriend. "[Y/N]? What the fuck? What the hell's happening?"
You gasped and panted as you pressed your hands to your head in an effort to dull the pain. After a minute of recollecting yourself, you breathed, "Jesus, Trevor!"
"Don't do shit like this to me," he scoffed back. He continued staring at you. "Actually, I amend my statement. Do do shit like this to me, just don't lead me in literally blind."
You stood up with a slight tremble and gave an exhale of amusement. "Can't say I don't try, Trev." You glanced toward the curtain and wondered whether you should just call all this off.
"Don't go," he begged as if reading your mind. "The song's almost over, just do whatever you were gonna do with the next song." His eyes desperately raked your body up and down. "Please?"
A sigh escaped your mouth as you decided to ignore the quickly-forming headache and give into Trevor's request. After all, it was his birthday- not that he knew you knew, of course. "Of course, baby." After you spoke, the music transitioned from Gimme More to Get Naked (I Have A Plan).
"Lots of Britney, eh?" Trevor chuckled as he took you in with hungry brown eyes, pupils blown as if he'd just done a line.
"I guess." You winked at him and got closer to him, straddling his lap with your breasts in his face.
You caressed his face and looked down at him as he wriggled around. "God, take these fuckin' cuffs off of me so I can at least touch you, [Y/N]..."
"That's part of the fun, though." You mock-pouted as you reached at your back and unhooked your bra, carelessly flinging it to the floor while grinning at Trevor.
"My... God! You're really something," Trevor said enthusiastically. His breathing got heavy as your hands began to explore under his shirt and he bucked his hips upward in a desperate try to make contact with you on his terms.
You backed up and did a little turn for him to show your entire outfit off before returning to him and continuing the lap dance. "My mother was a stripper, did you know-" Trevor began. Your eyes snapped to his and you sternly put a finger over his mouth to shut him up again.
"...Please don't talk about your mom right now," you sighed, fighting back a giggle as you removed your finger and replaced it with your lips. Instantly, Trevor forced his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. You sat down on his lap and wrapped your hands around his body as you passionately returned the kiss, applying just the right amount of pressure on his clothed erection with your thigh as you did so.
"You done dancin'?" Trevor asked once you moved your face away, shimmying his shoulders a little and glancing at the handcuffs. "You're really too much to just look at, you know."
"Yeah," you said. "Song's done, so I guess I'm done dancing." At this point, Freeek! by George Michael started to play. You weren't done with Trevor yet, though. "Not takin' those handcuffs off, though. I have more in store for you."
Trevor was all but drooling as you got on your knees and slowly unzipped his jeans. You reached into his underwear and slid his cock out, twisting and pumping it gently while looking up at him. He eagerly stared at you, jutting his hips out, and licked his lips. Precum was already forming. You put your tongue on Trevor's shaft and licked upwards, your tongue circling the head and swiping the precum off his tip. Trevor was twitching at the contact and began to moan once you took him completely into your mouth.
"Come on," he gasped after a minute of receiving head, "take these fucking cuffs off, I don't deserve this!"
"Fine." You fished the keys out of your panties, expertly hidden in a little pocket, and unlocked Trevor. Instantly, he lunged out of the chair and embraced you, slowly sinking to the ground with you as he ripped your lingerie off. He kicked his pants off and moaned into your neck softly as he aligned his member into your cunt and began to primally ram into you.
"Fuck!" you cried as his hands roughly groped your tits.
"What," Trevor grunted between thrusts, "can't take what you dish?"
You didn't answer him with words, instead panting and moaning. Between the display you'd done for him and the blowjob, it didn't take long for Trevor to orgasm.
He laid there on the ground with you for a moment, arms wrapped tightly around you, before getting up. When he pulled out, a few droplets of seed dribbled onto your inner thigh. He extended a hand to you, and you took it, groaning slightly as you stood up. The blood rushed to your head and with it, a pounding pain.
"You good?" Trevor asked you.
"Yeah," you answered, "just... my head."
"Well, maybe if you'd told me your little scheme, I wouldn't have done that," Trevor scoffed as he zipped his pants. "Why'd you do this all, anyways?"
A small smile crossed your face. "I saw your driver's license."
Trevor's eyebrows furrowed. "Which one- actually, never mind that. And?"
Your smile faltered. Did Trevor really not know his own birthday? Or did he just want to forget about it? Maybe it was all the drugs he used to do. "It's your birthday, honey. You're forty-seven now if I did the math right."
"My birthday?" Trevor echoed. His face scrunched up even further in confusion before his eyes lit up and his body language relaxed. "My birthday! Gotta be honest, sugar plum, I haven't really been keeping track of dates lately. Work's been getting to me, eh?"
"You really gotta go easy on yourself," you said sincerely. "Happy birthday, by the way." You gave him a peck on the cheek, then began putting the lingerie back on.
"Happy birthday to you, too," Trevor said sarcastically. You'd put your underwear and garter on and went to pick up the bra before Trevor hastily grabbed your arm. "Heyheyhey, let the birthday boy keep seeing the goodies."
"Well, I thought we could go get a drink," you said.
"Here, we can go get a drink here," Trevor exclaimed excitedly. "That way, you don't have to keep your top on. We can have Wade bartend if you emptied this place out just for me."
"I..." you trailed off before finishing your protest. It is his birthday, after all. "Just for you, I'll keep it off. And yeah, the place is empty."
"Knew it," Trevor said smugly. He brushed the curtain aside and strolled out, holding it aside for you as if he were holding a door open. You covered chest up with your arms and meekly left the private room. You were halfway to the bar when Trevor grabbed one of your arms and jerked it downwards. "Come on, I wanna see the girls! No reason to hide them, exhibition is one of my kinks, y'know."
"I'm aware," you said with a shake of the head as you reluctantly let go of your body.
"Attagirl," Trevor purred while he stared at you.
Once you approached the main room, you saw Wade was behind the bar pouring an odd concoction of drinks from glass to glass as if he were a potionmaster.
"Wade." One word from Trevor caused Wade's attention to snap from his current project to his boss, then to you, then to your breasts. His eyes widened as he began to stare. "Wade." Trevor's tone changed as he repeated the name. "Don't look at my girl's tits, Wade."
Wade's eyes narrowed and his face twitched before pulling them off of you and looking at Trevor. "You know I got a starin' problem, Trevor. Besides, t-they're lookin' at me!"
Trevor scowled and began walking towards Wade, who turned away, shielded himself with his arms, and cowered. "That's what I thought."
"Sorry, Trevor!"
"Keep staring and you'll really be sorry." Trevor sat on a barstool and patted his lap while looking at you, inviting you to sit on him. "C'mon, for the birthday boy?"
"Fine," you giggled, shimmying onto Trevor's bouncing knee.
He wrapped an am around you and took a deep inhale into your neck. "Who says Uncle T's a creep, eh?" he murmured into your ear. He gave your neck a quick kiss and pulled away, speaking up some. "Wade, pour me and the gorgeous lady a couple shots. Get her- well, you know what her favorite is-, and I don't care what I get."
"I made a mixture of gin, dark rum, absinthe, and Pißwasser just for me and you two. See, I like gin 'cause of the color, I love the way the absinthe makes me see funny things like the tater man, and doesn't everybody love dark rum? And Pißwasser is one of the best beers, so I thought it'd be perfect altogether. I've had three servings already and I'm feelin' great." He gestured behind you and Trevor with a smile. "See? Tater man's out already! You sure you don't want it, [Y/N]?"
"Yeah, I think I'll pass," you decided quickly.
Trevor looked behind him and gained a concerned expression once he saw there was nothing there. He looked back at Wade and said, "Make mine half of whatever a normal drink is. I'll try it."
Wade poured your respective drinks and slid them over to you. You downed yours with a little effort, but Trevor was having a very difficult time with his, which was unusual considering who was drinking it. "Wow, buddy," he spluttered once he'd finished the glass. "This is really... distinct."
Wade beamed. "Thank you! Want another?"
Trevor put the arm that wasn't supporting you up and shook his head. "Nononono. That's enough for me. Just... eh, just give me some 1988 Glentrool Special Whisky Liqeur. I hid some under the floorboards where you're standing back when I first got the place."
"'Kay." Wade found the whisky, poured some out for Trevor, and the three of you drank for about thirty minutes; the conversation primarily consisted of Trevor threatening Wade every time his eyes got caught on your boobs.
"Okay, I'm done," Trevor finally said with a slight slur. "Get outta here, Wade."
As soon as Trevor gave the word, Wade dropped what he was doing and ran out.
"You know," you cooed to Trevor, "I think you should grow out a mullet again, maybe get some hair plugs to get it nice and full."
"No to the last part, I'll think about the first part," Trevor said as he traced his finger along your jawline. "You're so pretty, you know that?"
"As long as you think so, that's all that matters to me," you said with a smile as you leaned into his touch.
"You know what the birthday boy wants?" Trevor teased while flashing a toothy grin at you.
"And what does he want?"
"Some birthday head."
You shook your head and laughed. "Didn't you just get head not even an hour ago?"
"Yeah," Trevor said with a shrug. "It's my birthday, though. I want more."
"Well," you sighed, "your day, your rules, I guess."
Trevor pumped a fist, happy he was successful. "Get on your knees for me, baby."
You got off of Trevor's lap, your fingers grazing the tent in his pants, and did as you were told. He locked his fingers into your hair as he swiftly yanked his pants down and shoved his cock to the back of your throat. As you bobbed up and down, you gazed up at him. "You know, [Y/N]," Trevor said between soft moans, "I've got a confession."
You couldn't speak very well with a dick down your throat, but you did the next best thing by giving a curious "Hmm?"
"It's not my birthday." He sighed and pushed you further down and said, "I don't know how the fuck you found it or which one it was, but it was a fake ID. This has been a great- ahh- birthday, though. Best one yet, it's goin' in the books."
You fought the pressure Trevor was putting on your head, pulled back, and stared at him in disbelief. "Seriously?"
"As a heart attack." He jutted his hips out a little, desperate for attention, which you gave him after shaking your head in amusement.
Well, then when is your-" you began.
"No more talkie!" Trevor exclaimed before pushing himself back down his throat. He thrusted for a couple minutes before pulling out and spurting what little was there on your face. "Thank you, baby. Happy birthday to me."