"Paxton please, you're being completely unreasonable! It's not the cost it's... it's the principle of the matter!" But no matter how his kindly father reasoned, the pimple-faced youth kept his arms crossed, and a defiant scowl glued to his face. "I want a Stripper, I want her dressed like Ankha, and I want her to carry a big snake around as she dances!" Paxton was red in the face as he repeated his birthday demands. The youth reasoned that, as he was turning thirteen, he was old enough for 'adult entertainment', and wanted to brag about his radical birthday party to all his friends at school.
His mousey, even-tempered mother, Judy, spoke up next "But Paxton, the other parents won't let your friends attend once they learn of your risque entertainment!" The ruddy pre-teen just scoffed, responding "Then don't tell them! What'll the stupid parents do if they even do catch on afterwards? It's not on school grounds, they can't cry to my principle about it," Paxton reasoned, assured of his own logic. Whereas most families would never entertain such outrageous bequests, the Martinelli parents were obsequious and doting to their only child. Judy Martinelli had had difficulty conceiving, and felt blessed beyond measure to have received a healthy, boisterous child after several crushing miscarriages and false pregnancies. The rich family thought nothing of indulging the whims of their darling young boy.
Jethro nursed his bleeding wrist, which oozed from two freshly pierced holes. A Boa Constrictor had responded fiercely to his unwelcome grip, and had made its displeasure clear. The snake handler's phone rang noisily, as he clumsily fetched it out with his uninjured hand "Hey Jethro, it's Paulie, I got another rental request. I need a big frickin' snake for one of my dancers." Jethro mulled it over, head hazed from pain and whiskey, as he remembered slowly "Hey man, I ain't got any python's available. How about a Boa? I got a really... sweet and friendly one," he answered, unconvincingly. "Nah nah, big snake, ain'tcha got any big snakes? I thought you were famous for all your collection!" Jethro looked around nervously, gazing at his largest snake bin, which contained a coiled anaconda. "Uhh, okay. I might got somethin'. What's the pay, anyway?"
Glenda hated absolutely every aspect of this gig. She hated the absurd body paint and Egyptian get-up she was forced to wear for it. She loathed the idea of having to strip in front of a bunch of fucking middle-schoolers. The way Paulie explained it, made the job sound easy and innocent at first, but now Glenda was left with a shameful, self-loathing feeling. Was this really what her once-hopeful life had amounted to? The frazzled stripper especially scorned the idea of having to lug around the obscenely over-sized snake that seemed comatose in the backseat, its handler passed out and smelling of booze. Glenda secretly wondered if the big snake really was safe to be around, but the money was too good to ignore. As she pulled up to the opulent Martinelli residence, she marveled at their spacious driveway, filled with expensive cars. At least this wasn't another fucking bachelor party.
Paxton was extremely disappointed with almost every aspect of his birthday's central entertainment. The dancer's Ankha outfit was amateurish at best, and rapidly deteriorated as she commenced her pole-dancing. Her gold-painted cat ears soon flopped off, as Paxton tsked at the poor showing. The only thing that filled the bullish, newly-teenage boy with satisfaction, was the awe-struck expressions on his assembled friend's faces. They all seemed absolutely astonished that Paxton was actually able to make good on his constant boasting about 'having a birthday stripper for his sweet 13th,' several of the attendants having had to eat their words of disbelief ruefully. The disapproving birthday boy hoped things would pick up, once the snake entered the act.
Jethro's stringy arms struggled to keep the tapering serpent up, even as it was coiled around his neck and shoulder. His knees were audibly popping and groaning from the weight, as he awkwardly bore it towards the unenthusiastically dancing stripper girl. Glenda's eyes visibly flashed with exasperation, as she prepared herself to bear the disgusting, scaly reptile. The painted-up dancer immediately began teetering as Jethro clumsily heaved the huge anaconda over Glenda's shoulders. The snake handler gracelessly sauntered off, clutching his lower back and groaning in pain. Within moments, Glenda went crashing down with the huge, brownish-green serpent, both of them sprawling over the impromptu 'dance floor' in Paxton's personal playroom.
Glenda dropped the snake on its head, hard, as it instantly began squirming around angrily. The roused reptile promptly began coiling its rippling, squeezing length around the struggling stripper, immediately pinning her in place. It all happened so fast, Glenda barely had time to squeak in alarm, before the snake was squeezing her so hard, she couldn't breathe or cry out. Several of the assembled young boys gasped and yelled in distress, Malcolm crying softly, as Paxton just raised an eyebrow in interest, fascinated that something cool was finally happening at his birthday. He quickly shushed the other lads, who seemed scared, but followed his cues. Just then, Judy popped her head into the playroom, suspiciously asking "What's going on? We heard a racket is uh... 'boy time' nearly over?" Malcolm inhaled to respond, before Paxton pulled him aside and yelled out "Nothing's wrong mom! Screw off, we need more time!"
The gawking middle-schoolers grew increasingly alarmed as the stripper seemed to pass out cold from the snake's tight, smothering grip. Contented as its warm target stilled, the anaconda uncoiled slightly, and slithered its wide head down towards the securely bundled feet of its intended prey. The horrified, young birthday-goers collectively gasped as the big snake began unhinging its wide jaws. Managing the stripper's high-heels like it would the horns of a large deer, the anaconda's yawning, wet, pink maw opened wide as it gradually edged over the unconscious woman's long, toned legs. Several of the kids seemed about to cry out, before Paxton assertively bullied the crowd into demurely watching the predatory process unfold. It didn't take long, before the gulping snake's distended jaws were creeping around the stripper's shapely hips, the serpent's skin stretched so tautly, its individual scales were visible, stretched apart over its pale mouth skin.
"We-- shouldn't we get an adult Paxton? This is messed up! I t-think she's dead!" Gus complained, trying to stand up for the group, but still whispering at Paxton's bidding. "Well, if she's dead, there's nothing we or anyone else can do, right? This is my birthday, my call." Gus tried to think up a retort, but just shied away as the horrified crowd awkwardly milled around, unable to avoid watching the serpent's predatory engulfing process play out. Their young, virginal eyes watched with fascination as the snake's jaws slowly crept over the stilled woman's waist and back, her lithe frame stretching the big snake's scaly length out as she sank down between its creeping jaws. Each corner of the huge snake's jaw moved independently, steadily inching along the woman's painted body, until even her breasts were sent gliding inside the maw's dark, wet interior. The kids couldn't tear their eyes away from the scene, as the snake's powerful, constricting coils suddenly drew up the woman's body, until they slipped over her head, as the snake's gobbling maw closed over her pretty face.
Several of the boys cried out in shock and revulsion, as the snake's rubbery, fleshy lips began to slowly tighten around the stripper's pretty features. The young audience fell utterly silent, as the snake's stomach muscles tightened, causing its thick, writhing body to clearly silhouette the obscenely outlined body of the woman trapped within its long, tapering frame. The entire group's attention was focused on the snake's gaping maw, which was slowly closing over the helpless stripper's face. Only the weak whimper of Paxton's voice broke the eerie silence, as he demanded "You see, guys? There's nothing we could of done, the damn snake was too--" but he was cut off by a gurgling shriek, as suddenly the woman's face began moving and crying out within the snake's open mouth.
Paxton Martinelli stared at the sight, stunned and horrified, as the skinny stripper's contorted features began convulsing and jerking as the snake's muscular body squeezed tighter and tighter around her head. Her painted-up face looked terrified as it was sucked into the snake's deep, pulsating throat, while her slim body was pushed deeper and deeper into the anaconda's massive gut. Slowly, the snake's jaws snapped shut over the stripper's face, muffling her cries. The whole room grew deathly quiet, as the snake's rumbling stomach became grossly bloated, as it began to swallow the woman whole. Several of the boys began to sob, as the stripper's slender legs and arms thrashed wildly within the snake's belly. Their eyes could plainly see the outline of her twitching form, as the snake's bulging gut struggled to fit the live, wiggling woman securely within its slimy, narrow confines.
It was then that Paxton's mother suddenly burst into the playroom, loudly demanding "What is going on here?! I've had it up to here with this secrecy, you tell that stripper--Wha-what?" She stopped in midsentence, as she noticed the wide-eyed audience silently watching the snake's alarming swallowing process.