Bulma stood from her seat at the end of the table and ran a hand down her side to smooth the wrinkles out of her tight, satin party dress before she picked up her martini. She cleared her throat to gain the attention of the others at the table then raised her glass to toast the birthday girl.
Bulma began, speaking loud enough to be heard over the music playing, "to Chi Chi, we're all so excited to be here to celebrate your 30th birthday! I wish you success and happiness in the year to come!"
The other women seated at the table chattered in agreement clinking their glasses and wishing Chi Chi a happy day. Bulma took a seat and allowed herself a satisfied smile. Her best friend duties were fulfilled, Chi Chi looked overjoyed at her birthday celebration so far.
Bulma had spent weeks planning the perfect surprise, contacting Chi Chi's former sorority sisters and coworkers to invite them, and booking a private room in one of the trendiest, new restaurants in West City. The cocktails were pricey, but when the waiters brought out a birthday cupcake with sparklers shooting out of it, the delight on her best friend's face made it all seem worth it.
"Thanks Bulma," Lazuli began as she stood up and looked at Chi Chi. "But your birthday party isn't over yet! There's a party bus outside ready to take us to Temptations!"
Chi Chi blushed and covered her mouth as she mumbled 'oh my', and the other girls at the table giggled in excitement. Well, all except for Bulma, who's smile flattened.
The three girls were all great friends, and had been for quite some time. So Bulma really should've expected that Lazuli would try to outdo her when it came to the birthday party they cohosted for Chi Chi.
Temptations was an infamous male strip club in the city, boasting some of the hottest acts and hottest abs. Bulma had never been, secretly thinking she was much too classy and sophisticated to throw her hard earned money at a half naked man flopping his junk around, but everyone else seemed excited so she played along.
After downing the last of her drink and paying the check, Bulma and the other party guests filed out of the restaurant. Lazuli stood at the door of the party bus welcoming everyone on and passing out feather boas and beaded necklaces with shot glasses hanging on them.
"Now let's get your real Dirty Thirty pumping!" Lazuli winked at Chi Chi as she ushered her onto the bus. The party bus was lined with leather benches and glowing neon lights that transitioned from blue to purple to pink. At the end of the walkway was a shiny stripper pole, and after the handful of cocktails at dinner everyone thought they were a pro at dancing on it.
On the twenty minute ride to the strip club, the girls all danced and screamed the lyrics to the music blasting through the bus. All while passing around another bottle of fruity liquor, each taking a hearty swig when the bottle landed in their hand.
Once they reached their destination, the drunken posse staggered out of the bus and into Temptations. A large imposing bouncer with a bald head stamped each girl's hand and wished them a good time. After a few steps through a dark tunnel, the girls emerged into the main room of the club. Bulma found herself surprised how nice the interior looked.
The back walls lined with private booths with velvet couches and sheer curtains for some semblance of privacy. The center of the room was filled with low cocktail tables surrounded by four chairs a piece. At the front of the room was a large stage with a cat walk protruding from the center. Off of the main room were smaller performance areas and private rooms.
The group split up all going their own ways, to the bar, ATM, or one of the smaller rooms. Bulma stayed glued to Chi Chi and Lazuli. The trio made their way to one of the front most tables to watch the performances on the main stage. A cute, dark purple haired waitress approached the table and took their drink orders.
Chi Chi's eyes roamed around the room, before she let out a little laugh and captured the two girls in a group hug. "You two are seriously the best friends a girl could ask for! Thank you so much for tonight! I'm so spoiled!"
"You deserve it!" Bulma replied squeezing her friend even tighter.
"Yeah, you're the best Chi!" Lazuli agreed.
As the waitress delivered their drinks, the already dim house lights went completely dark. A deep voice over the speaker system announced the next performer and the curtains drew open as the stage lit up.
He walked into view and was greeted by applause and hoots from the female patrons. As Bulma watched the tall, muscular man perform his routine, she began to understand the appeal of the place. Many women gathered at the edges of the stage waving dollar bills to get his attention.
He graced each of them with a moment of his attention, before they lost their money. Bulma wanted to laugh at them, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't aroused by his dirty dancing.
Bulma's attention on the performance waned as she tried to remember the last time she got laid. Had it really been months? She hadn't been with anyone since her tragically dramatic breakup with her long time boyfriend, Yamcha. Bulma scoffed thinking about Yamcha's lackluster lovemaking, he definitely couldn't move like this guy.
She glanced curiously over to her friends just in time to catch Chi Chi licking her lips. Her big brown eyes glued to the hunky man on stage. He was handsome in an unassuming kind of way, definitely her type.
Bulma was about to lean over and encourage Chi Chi to go up to the stage and give him some money, but the song concluded and the performer retreated backstage with dollar bills hanging out of his tight briefs.
"You having fun?" Bulma laughed as Chi Chi continued to stare at the empty stage.
"What?" she replied with a shake of her head snapping out of her trance. "I mean yeah, this is a blast!" Lazuli snickered at the birthday girl's expense then asked the waitress for another round.
The friends continued to drink, laugh, and gossip until the next performance began. Same as before, the house lights went out and the the deep voice announced the final performance of the night, "The Prince".
Bulma raised her eyebrows in surprise at the crowd's riotous reaction to the performer's name. She concluded he must be a fan favorite.
This time when the curtain opened, fog crawled out and spilled off the stage. A single spotlight shone down on a hooded figure standing at center stage. He wasn't particularly tall but his sweatshirt stretched across broad shoulders hinting at the muscles underneath.
The thumping music was loud, but still nearly drown out by the screams and applause of excitable women. The Prince strolled down stage before flipping off his hood to reveal his face.
His sharp jawline and high cheekbones lent to a devilishly handsome face. His thick brows curved down giving him an air of danger, but it was his arrogant smirk that really caught Bulma's attention.
The way he moved, dancing in time to the music, looked so effortless. With each article of clothing removed The Prince was rewarded with cheers from his captive audience. Bulma was in a trance, her eyes devoured every inch of his exposed skin.
She felt her breath catch in her throat when his lusty black eyes locked with hers. She waited and waited for him to turn away, but he never did. He continued dancing and Bulma couldn't help but picture herself bent over and on the receiving end of his thrusting hips.
She didn't dare look away, his presence commanded her full attention. Her heart pounded in her chest as he kept eye contact with her and sauntered down the end of the catwalk like a predatory panther. He was danger, grace, and just raw fucking sex appeal.
Bulma waited for him to stop at the end of the stage, expecting some impressive, show stopping move, but he didn't stop. Instead, he hopped off the edge of the stage and continued his path toward her. A spotlight followed him into the dark and she was sure all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room because she couldn't breathe anymore.
Each sultry step brought him closer to her, and it seemed the other sounds in the room, the cheering women even the music he was dancing to, dulled the closer he got. Bulma gasped suddenly when a second spotlight shined above her, making her feel completely exposed and vulnerable.
She swallowed harshly as he stood directly in front of her. Gods, he was even better looking up close. She wanted to feel the ridges of his muscled chest, but she was frozen in place. He leaned over and grabbed the back and seat, effectively trapping her in her chair.
His head snaked down, his lips ghosted over her chest and her eyes fluttered closed as he softly dragged his nose up the curve of her neck. His dark, sultry gaze combined with his overwhelming presence sent a throbbing need between her thighs.
"How about you come up on stage with me." Bulma enjoyed the sound of his velvety voice, but her eyes flew open as her brain registered his words.
She opened her mouth to protest, but a yelp escape her lips instead as he picked her up, chair and all. When he set her on stage, Bulma remembered there was dozens of people in the room, and their eyes were all on her. On them.
At first she was embarrassed, but when he began dancing directly on her all thoughts not about him vanished. The women in the crowd continued to hoot and holler, one even yelled "lucky bitch!"
Every movement of his body was so deliberate and suggestive, she couldn't help but picture what he was capable of in the bedroom. Bulma closed her eyes imagining they were somewhere a little more private as he leaned in close. His cheek brushed against hers as he whispered in her ear, "You can touch me if you want."
His hot breath against her skin gave her goosebumps all over her body, and for the first time Bulma realized she was gripping the edges of her chair rather tightly.
Tentatively, she loosened her grip on the chair and then her metaphorical grip on her control. Her hands reached out and grazed over his svelte waist before wrapping around to grab his muscled ass. Talk about buns of steel.
She looked up as if to confirm it was okay to touch him there, but he smirked back at her clearly amused that was her first choice. The Prince was grinding his hips so, so close to hers she swore she could feel the evidence of his own arousal.
It gave her a foreign sense of pride to know that he, too, was turned on by her. Bulma used her grip on his backside to pull him even closer, and he obliged.
He was practically fucking her on stage for the entire crowd to see and she didn't care one bit. In fact, she had never resented her clothing more than in that moment. Bulma wished to feel his muscled physique pressed against her in the throes of passion.
All to soon, The Prince seem to slow his movements and she realized the song was coming to an end. He disappeared behind her a moment, then was startled when her chair tipped back on to two legs. He began dragging her backwards offstage, and Bulma's mind ran wild at the what might come next.