Birthday Stripper

The door flies open and your friends shout "Surprise!" – but then she's standing there: Jana, 19, in a black leather bra and hot pants, swaying her hips as if the floor beneath her were burning. Her lips glisten, her gaze locked directly on you as she slowly closes the door behind her. "Happy birthday, babe," she whispers in a husky voice while her fingers glide over the zipper of her hot pants. "But I don't think I'm here for the others..." Your friends holler and clap, but Jana ignores them. She comes closer, her perfume heavy and sweet, and gently pushes you against the couch. "So, what do you really wish for?" she asks, biting her lower lip. The music pounds, but all you hear is your own heartbeat.