Sarah took another shot of tequila and sat back in her chair.

It was so loud she could barely think.

She got a glimpse of herself in the mirrored walls and had to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

She looked ridiculous wearing the "29 Forever" birthday crown adorned with glitter covered candles complete with little springs that made them dance around as turned her head.

She wasn't one to lie about her age or pretend her life wasn't anything but what it was. She was 32, divorced, and had went through the "party" stage already.

"Come on Sar!! Get out your singles! Wooo!" Her friend Ginger yelled over the loud rock music.

"Look, Ginger, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done for me, but I have a pint of Cherry Garcia ice cream and a movie I really want to see waiting and I..."

Ginger and their other friend Debbie screeched and looked up as a mostly naked, oily man that had previously been on stage in a cop outfit approached their table.

" It's her birthday!! "Debbie pointed towards Sarah.

" Fuck," Sarah sighed as the man approached her with a leer.

He straddled her as she looked up, resigned." Yep, it's my birthday."

"Hey birthday girl, you're beautiful," he whispered in her ear as he ground his hips in her lap, rubbing his not all that impressive bulge against her stomach.

He pressed against her and she ended up hanging on to him so she wouldn't slide down and away from his greasy body.

She grimaced inwardly. "Gross! " Sarah thought to herself.

After a moment more he kissed her cheek, leaving a smear of body oil on her skin, said "Happy Birthday" and moved on to her 2 drunk friends who happily stuffed money in his g-string as he ground against them.

When the song ended he finished his dance hopped on the stage and gathered his clothes, then with a wave and blown kisses he was gone behind the curtains.

"Quit being a party pooper," Debbie said. "He was cute."

"So not my type. You guys know that. I like blonde, and lanky, and..."

Ginger scoffed. "That didn't work out so well for you, remember?"

"Yeah I know. But just because Rick turned out to be a lying cheating piece of shit doesn't mean my basic type has changed."

Sarah picked up a pretzel and began to nibble at it. "I still like what I like. It's just something that stuck with me all these years since..." pictures flashed in her minds eye. A labyrinth, a song, a dance. Feathers, an owl. An enigmatic blonde man with a knowing smirk and wicked gleam in his odd blue eyes.

"Ohhh that look in her eyes, our girl has a past!" Debbie nudged her. "So spill. Some secret lover in the past?"

Sarah laughed, attempting to cover up her discomfort. "No, nothing like that. We didn't even touch, he was just a man I met once, briefly, I was far too young for him. We had one dance and he wore gloves. I'm sure he forgot about me 5 minutes after I was out of his sight. If that. It's all seems like a dream now. Maybe it was. It's silly. I was a teenager."

"He must have left quite an impression. Where is he now? "Ginger asked.

"Far away. Almost like he lives in another world. Anyway, let's drop it. Jareth would never..."

She could have slapped herself. Looking around she saw nothing untoward.

Debbie and Ginger grinned at each other. "Jareth? Now that's an exotic name," Debbie wagged her brows at Sarah. "I bet you're wishing old Jareth would appear and sweep you away for some hot nasty..."

Sarah reached over without thinking and clamped her hand over her friends mouth. "DON'T..." she realized what she was doing, and moved her hand from her surprised friends' face. "Don't...please. Lets not talk about him any further, okay?"

She looked around again and nothing seemed amiss. She hadn't seen hide nor feather of the Goblin King in 17 years, and thought it was best it stayed that way.

"Oookay Sarah. Sounds like you really had a thing for him. I get it. Broke your heart. See, told you. It didn't end well then either." Ginger replied.

Sarah shrugged. "Look, let it go. That's not what happened. It's too hard to explain. It wasn't like that. I did what I had to do, then he was gone. So...enough of that. We need more drinks. Waiter!"

She ordered another round of shots and changed the subject to the vast amounts of exposed male flesh all around them. This was supposed to be a more upscale strip club, the waiters in tight black spandex, bow ties and nothing else. It was easy to ply her friends away from the subject of her past stupidity.

Just then the familiar opening drumbeat to Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" began and everyone cheered, knowing it meant another stripper was coming to the stage.

"Ladies! Whose ready for a royal treat?!!! " The Emcee announced over the music.

The audience screamed and clapped.

"Coming to the stage, the one, the only, His Majesty The Goblin King!!"

Sarah's mouth dropped open and she lost the power of speech, of thought, then she promptly snapped her mouth closed and squeezed her eyes shut.

Oh God oh God oh God please don't let it be...

The screams reached a fever pitch and she knew the dancer had appeared.

Sarah took a deep breath and opened one eye.

And once again almost slid to the floor again, this time in shock.

There he was in all his glory.

"Love is like a bomb baby come and get it on, livin' like a lover with a red eye phone.."

He turned and grinned at her, then winked. Oh she had done it alright.

Then he began to move.

He was clad in simple black leggings, that reddish brown jacket she remembered so well, and silky white shirt.

As he moved, his hips twirling around the stage with a sensual cat like grace, he shed his jacket and tossed it in her general direction, managing to get it to land in her lap, likely with a bit of magical help.

Debbie and Ginger cheered. "Woo Sarah!!"

Sarah crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah"

The crowd stood.

They pushed past the tables and surrounded the stage as Jareth stripped of his shirt, leaving his upper body bare, lean, smooth, lightly muscled and lanky, his long blonde hair falling nearly to his waist.

"Hello ladies!" He announced with smile. His accent melting hearts and possessing the ability to drop every pair of panties in the room.

Ginger poked her. "He's just your type, Sarah, happy birthday! Someone was listening!"

Yeah I'm sure he was. Just waiting for an opening...scratch that thought.

Sarah took another shot and continued to watch.

"Pour some sugar on me, Ooh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me c'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet, yeah"

He turned and wiggled his hips, moving them in a circular motion as he began to pull his leggings down his torso to grinding beat.

After a few minutes of teasing he gave them a pull. They disappeared in a cloud of glitter and all he had on was a leather thong and a smile. Even his boots had disappeared, but no one noticed or even cared the man dancing had somehow become barefoot.

Nobody was looking at his feet, that's for certain.

The screams were deafening. With a wave of his arm, the crowd mysteriously parted, leaving a path that led straight to Sarah. He danced across the stage and stepped off stalking towards her slowly, stopping to swivel his hips here and there.

Soon he was standing in front of her.

"I hear it's someone's birthday tonight." He said with a devilish, knowing smile.

"Mirror queen, mannequine, rhythm of love

Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

Loosen up.."

He leaned down, his hands on either side of her, forcing her to look into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that had haunted her dreams for all these years.

"Hello love, happy birthday. Thank you for..., " He licked his impressively long tongue over his lips and teeth,"... inviting me."

"I...I didn't.. I don't want...," Sarah tripped over her words. He was so gorgeous. Still. He looked exactly as she remembered and fantasized about.

The Goblin King was wearing a thong that hid nothing, he was standing in front of her, and he had the most magnificent thighs she'd ever seen.

She found she was no longer looking at his face.

She knew well he was proud of his endowments back when she was in the Labyrinth.

The way he strutted around, his crotch on full display. She hadn't even thought about guys much before him.

After the Labyrinth, she couldn't help but be awakened and aroused by the thought of what he was showing off. Her first masturbatory attempts only days after the whole event...wondering what he looked like...what it looked like.

Would it look like human male's dick, or would it be something alien, weirdly colored, or covered in scales or feathers?

Sarah only knew she wanted to know and the daydreaming led to an ache she quickly learned to help ease on her own.

She surely wasn't going to call him. It would have been terribly, horribly, wonderfully wrong.

And now here it was and she had to grip her chair to keep from reaching out to cup him.

"You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little

Tease a little more

Easy operator come a knockin' on my door.."

His eyebrow rose, "Oh you didn't? Yet here I am, granting your wish to put myself on display for you. You could at least enjoy it."

Jareth pushed her back and straddled her, but unlike the other man, he was smooth and warm and not greasy. She couldn't stop herself, as he danced and thrust his hips towards her, she had to touch him.

Sarah had always wanted to touch him.

Her hands ran up his chest, over his shoulders and down his arms.

He grabbed her hands and smiled, pressing them to his flat stomach.

"Touch me, Sarah, " He whispered as he shimmied and undulated.

She did. She rang her fingers down to his firm thighs around to cup his ass, totally lost in the moment.

She looked up at him in wonder and let one hand trail back around brushing against that most dangerous thong.

Feeling, for a moment, a throbbing semi-hard erection against her palm before moving away.

"Oh, do go on, precious thing, " He urged, his sharp teeth showing a little more.

Something in her belly, her innate stubbornness kicked in and she pushed him off. She refused to let him have power over her. "Stop it."

She stood and glared, he chuckled and danced off to the stage, stepping back up and slowly taking a seat in the middle on a chair, laying back and pulling a rope.

"Pour some sugar on me

Oh, in the name of love

Pour some sugar on me

Get it, come get it

Pour your sugar on me

Pour some sugar on me

Yeah! Sugar me!

As the last beat echoed through the club, a fall of silver glitter rained down over his body.

The deafening crowd cheered, applauded and screeched for a good 5 minutes, until eventually they all realized he was gone.

Sarah sighed and turned to her friends. "I'm going home."

She went to grab her things and noticed his jacket on the floor.

"Of course." She picked it up and ignoring the protests of her friends, she left the club, called a cab, and did just that.

She had a bone to pick with a certain monarch.