I disclaim, I only own Avery.

Chapter Six – Happy Birthday, Mr President

WARNING BIG FAT, HOT, MCSTEAMY, MR MANSEX, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY WARNING

"There's a big story I have to cover and I don't have a choice." Avery played it full tilt. She sounded pissed even though her smile was huge. She winked at Sara who silently clapped her hands. "I'm sorry, baby, but I shouldn't be too late." Avery ended her call as the girls sat in Sara's bedroom. "I hate lying to him and that was so hard. His voice was supportive, but the tone was so hurt."

"It'll be worth it, Avery." Mark said from the doorway smirking at her. "How long until I call him?" Mark supported the birthday surprise form the beginning. The thought of his wife as an active participant in the festivities made him hope for a quick ending to the party. He pretended not to notice Avery's friends staring at him as he grabbed a change of clothes from his closet.

"Any time is fine, but call from here, I want to see what he says." Avery responded. She was scared shitless something would go wrong and she was scared shitless of doing this. Mark called Dave and he could hear the disappointment in his friend's voice. Mark talked him into a few drinks while he waited for Avery and Mark said he'd pick him up. Another plot to keep Dave from going home too soon. He called Sara into the hallway and pinned her to the wall. His kisses had her hoping the same things, an early ending to the party. But she knew what Avery had in store for Dave later and it would definitely be an early party.

Mark and Dave pulled up in front of the club, Butterfly Pavilion and Dave was instantly freaking out. "Are you fuckin kidding me?" Dave wasn't sure how Avery would react knowing he had been to a strip club for his birthday.

"Just relax, man and enjoy it. It's not the typical strip club." Mark said trying to reassure his friend without physically dragging him inside. It was true, Butterfly Pavilion was as upscale as it gets for a strip club. Dave got out of the truck and shook his head.

"Does Sara know you're here?" Dave asked quizzically.

"Of course she does." Mark said smiling.

"You're a fuckin liar." Dave chuckled as they went inside. In all honesty Dave and Mark had been here before, several times, long before Avery. It was very relaxed, almost restaurant like in style. The décor was shabby chic and there truly was no touching. No secret things going on in the back rooms, no drugs being sold or done, no graffiti in the bathrooms, it was all tastefully done. The only way you knew it was a strip club was the lack of windows, the hours and the various props disbursed around the stage.

When Dave entered the large VIP room located at the back of the club, he froze in place. All of Mark and Dave's friends were there with their spouses or girlfriends and even a few colleagues. Mark knew how protective Dave was so he only invited those who would be respectful. Besides, they'd all had barbecues at eachother's homes and seen the women in bathing suits, he knew they weren't going full tilt with their production so he hoped Dave would take it in stride and just enjoy all the trouble Avery had gone through for his birthday. Dave was stunned to see wives there too and had to admit he felt better seeing everyone.

Everyone sat down and mingled as the show began. Nobody really paid attention to the few girls who had done their routines as they ate hors de ouvres and wished Dave a Happy Birthday. Mark noticed Dave looking at his phone every few minutes checking to see if Avery had called. For a brief few seconds you could see the hurt in his eyes and the longing to be with Avery. Mark had to laugh at how hard his friend had fallen for the young reporter. About an hour into the evening a dancer approached Dave and told him he had a private dance reserved just for him. He instantly balked and told the girl in no uncertain terms he would not be leaving the area.

All the guys grabbed Dave and forced him to the private room where the girl put him in a club chair and set his drink on the table next to him. He was left alone in the dark room in front of a small stage with a pole. All he could think about was Avery and he was about to get up when the music began. He didn't want to embarrass the poor girl who had been given the sorry ass task of entertaining him. He let his head fall back against the chair and he didn't even watch. It only took a few seconds for the song to register and he had to smile to himself. Avery's favorite strip song.

He looked up at the girl and his body stirred in recognition. He couldn't see her face but his body knew that body. Every single inch. The short but strong legs, the sculpted abs and toned arms, the breasts, although hidden by a top, were the same ones he loved to stroke with his tongue. Oh yeah, he knew that body, and when the hat was removed and the curls tumbled out he couldn't help but smile and clap. Seeing her strip in the privacy of their home was one thing, but to get a dance like this was giving him the hardest erection he could ever remember having. The way her body snaked around the pole, the way her hands played on her own body made his throat dry and his body scream. She had on the tiniest skirt and when she bent over to tease him he couldn't fight the groan that escaped his lips.

Her pathetic excuse for a top was at its max capacity and the buttons threatened to pop under the pressure of containing her breasts. Avery turned her back to him and slowly removed her skirt as she bent over giving him a full view of her new lacy barely there panties. Dave reached for her and grabbed her calf but she playfully kicked him off and shook her head no. He was going to suffer and be forced to watch for now. As if she knew what was inside his head, the misters started and her skin was moistened with water adding fuel to his already flaming desires.

She didn't need to pull that hard to get the buttons to release her breasts and her matching bra gave him the chills. He wanted to be her hands at this very moment as they stroked their owner's breasts. She licked two fingers and lowered them inside her panties, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned into the pole and sank to a squat as she spread her legs so he could watch her. This show lasted about 30 seconds before he moved as quickly as he could to her. No more teasing, no more foreplay. Romance was out and he was going to fuck her right here, after all, it is his birthday.

Dave pulled her to the edge of the stage and pushed her to her back. There was no time to remove her panties so he moved them to the side as he freed himself from his own confines. Her legs went over his shoulders as his mouth engulfed her, he didn't tease her either. He brought her swiftly to the brink and before she realized it he removed his mouth and filled her completely. He gave her no time to adjust and no time to think as he moved at a good pace. Her tight, wet warmth surrounded him and clouded his thoughts. The pleasure was excruciating for them both and hard to resist or prolong. She moved her legs from his shoulders to his waist and propped herself up on her elbows. Avery rotated her hips with every thrust from Dave and their loud cries of insatiable appetites could be heard over the music. Neither cared as he pumped harder and harder into her, leading them both down the path of ravenous bliss.

As their bodies shook from fulfillment, he moved them to the chair he had occupied moments earlier. Neither broke the connection and he stayed deep inside her as their mouths met in unquenchable kisses. "Happy birthday, baby boy." She whispered into his mouth.

"It sure is." He said as he felt himself growing hard again.

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An hour later Dave emerged from the private room alone and collapsed in the chair next to Mark. Mark laughed at his exhausted friend and Dave could only smile. Backstage Sara was laughing too, only at Avery's shaking thighs. The new lovers needed recovery time before any show could continue. They both emptied bottles of water and tried to regain some strength. "So I guess you didn't wait until you got home." Sara said smirking at Avery who shook her head.

"What we've had until tonight was so wonderful and sexy, but that man and his dick are pure magic." Avery said finishing another bottle of water. "I can't believe we took our time. My god, Sara, that was better than anything I could have dreamt up." Both girls giggled and Sara knew she'd get full disclosure in the morning. Shawn's wife Rebecca entered and gave the girls a report on Dave.

"He's had three bottles of water and hasn't moved one inch since he practically collapsed into the chair." They giggled again. "I don't know how much more he can take." Rebecca said as they stood to dress for the final show. Avery hoped they could both make it through one more time. Dave wanted to go home but Avery told him she had one more surprise. And surprised he was as the lights dimmed and six girls took the stage. His Avery in front, flanked by Sara, Rebecca, another colleague's wife, Stephanie and girls he recognized from pictures Avery had.

He didn't know she could sing, nor did he think he could be aroused for another few hours, but as she sang Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls, she had him wanting more. The burlesque show was almost as erotic as his private show, the way she moved to the music, the way she sang to only him, the corset and garters that clung to her body, he was spiraling again and again. Happy mother fuckin birthday to me.

Avery sang Happy Birthday in her best sultry Marilyn Monroe impression as she moved to Dave swaying every part of her body. They both had the same thoughts as their eyes held, I am going to fuck the shit out of you tonight.