"And now please welcome to the stage of the Alley Cat Lounge your favorite girl! The one, the only, Sabrina Sapphire!" The announcer's voice boomed through the PA. Sadie took a deep breath and stepped through the black velvet curtains. She'd always hated the name Sadie. It was an old lady's name. The name of a woman who liked hard candies and stayed up "late" till 9 at night watching game shows. Not Sabrina! Sabrina was a sexy young vixen who used her body to make men give her what she wanted.
She strode out onto the stage on five-inch stilettos, rocking her shapely hips to the sensual bass of the R&B pumping over the loud stereos. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders. An electric blue boa wrapped around her slim neck and trailed behind her as she swayed to the front of the stage. The flimsiest bra covered her firm breasts, and she turned to give the leering male audience a view of her tight bubble butt and the black thong nestled between her supple cheeks. She looked over her shoulder, flashing them a naughty smile. Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled in the dazzling stage lights.
Stripping wasn't like the movies. Men rarely hooted or hollered. They hunkered down in their seats, eyes watching her the same way a wolf watches its prey. One could tell when a stripper like herself was popular, however. First, their conversations with their buddies, or even the strippers sipping drinks on their knees, came to a halt as they focused their attention to the stage. Secondly, and most importantly, the men in the front row began pulling out wads of cash.
She moved her body with practiced ease to the music, as graceful as a fawn. She was tall and lean, with just enough curves above and below and legs that went on for days. Just as important, she was young, and looked it. She'd hired on two months ago, the day after her eighteenth birthday. She couldn't wait to get out of her mother's house and start making her way on her own.
She smiled down at the men lining up to give her cash. She winked at a cute old man in front as she slipped off her bra. Her young B cups weren't what every man there was after, but they were firm and nearly perfectly round. She teased her long, pale pink nipples for a moment before scooping up the cash and sliding it under the blue garter hugging her toned right thigh. She leaned over the old man, pushing her breasts together to show him some cleavage, then moved to the next customer in line, or two actually. Sometimes men hunted in packs!
The first guy was big, she noticed, with rugged good looks and white streaking his hair at the temples. She wiggled her tongue at him as she slid his ten-dollar bill into her garter. His friend hadn't put up any money, and she glanced his way. She wasn't everyone's type, after all. She froze on stage through several beats, her mouth dropping open. It was her father!
Even under the hot lights, she felt herself flush deep as she turned back to the first man. She hadn't seen her father in almost a year. Not since her mother had kicked him out and divorced him. She'd heard he'd moved to Chicago!
"Don't be shy now, love," the man with her dad said, wagging a twenty under he nose. She pulled herself together and took it between her teeth. She could still hear his voice in the back of her mind, when he'd called check up on her only a week before. She tried not to look at him, but found herself glancing his way. Paul Anderson was a tall man, only in his mid-thirties, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Thick curly brown hair was cut short on his head. He was as handsome as ever. Sadie always thought he looked like an old-school Hollywood leading man. She shivered when she saw his dark eyes drifting over her near nudity. He looked away quickly.
"I think my buddy is shy too!" the first man chuckled. Sadie giggled at him nervously. She knew what that twenty was for, and she had to deliver. No matter that the man sitting next to him her father, his friend expected a performance! She hesitated for several beats, unsure what to do. Her father hadn't seen her naked since she was in grade school, and now that she was a grown woman, she couldn't just strip down to nothing right in front of him. But she couldn't just say that here in the middle of a strip club, it would cause a scene!
She slowly pulled down her panties, giving the men just a hint of the cleft of her vulva before spinning around and presenting her tight round bottom to the crowd. A few of them actually did shout as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulled the g-string down her long, lightly tanned legs. She spun and kicked them out toward the audience. She bought the cheap panties by the case, each pair cost her less than a dollar. The theatrics were well worth the cost!
She nearly gasped as she saw where the little black undies landed. Right in her daddy's lap! Holy shit, he might think she did it on purpose. Closing her eyes she faced her father's companion, once more rocking back to lean on the brass pole, stomping her small feet in a wide stance. She gave the men a good look at her smooth, pink pussy.
"Take a look at that little snatch, Paul!" the big man nudged her father.
"Yes, uh, quite nice," she heard him cough. That voice! That deep, gravelly voice that was so familiar to her seemed so strange in this context. So erotic! She opened her eyes and found them locked with her fathers. She gave him the full treatment, feeling her pussy start to leak as she pushed it inches from his handsome face and licked her lips seductively. She whimpered, it was so wrong, but she couldn't stop herself.
With a trembling hand, her dad, held up another twenty. She was turning him on! A perverse thrill made her shiver. She shook her head, and pointed to her mouth, biting her teeth ostentatiously. He nodded and bit down on the crisp green bill. Sadie slowly dropped to her hands and knees, crawling towards her dad, all but ignoring his loud-mouthed friend. Her blue eyes locked on her father's brown, and she moved close enough for her spicy perfume to fill is flaring nostrils. Normally she'd bite the other end of the note, but she moved in much closer. Her soft red lips brushed his as she took the money into her own mouth. She heard him groan over the music as she reluctantly pulled away.
"What are you wearing stripper pheromones?" her father's friend slapped him on the back. "Go give us a view of your sweet backside, darlin, but be sure to find us for the VIP lounge when you finish your set!" the man waved a fifty as he said it. She nodded. Any stripper chased big bills, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to stay away even if the man had had a single!
Her set seemed to drag on. One endless song after another blared over the speakers. She worked her tight young body, collecting wads and wads of cash, mostly small bills. The men didn't seem to notice her distraction. All she could think about was the way her father's lips had felt in that ever so slight brush against her own.
"Give it up for Sabrina Sapphire!" the announcer called as the last of her three songs wound down. Totally nude except for her garter, she slipped her delicate feet back into her sky-high heels before slipping back stage.
"Are you all right, honey?" Sweet Sin asked her. The older blonde had breasts bigger than Sadie's head, and wore enough make up to paint a three bedroom house. Her brown eyes were soft and warm with concern. "You're all flushed and out of breath!"
"Yeah, well, I dunno. I think I had some jitters there for some reason. I'll be all right!" the young woman smiled and patted Sin's arm. "I'm gonna put my money away and see how much that big spender and his friend are willing to drop in the VIP lounge!" When had she decided to do that? Things sometimes got steamy in that private little room, and she'd be naked in there, with him!
"You go get 'em girl! Make that money while you've still got it!" Sin slapped her ass as Sadie giggled and bounced to the small dressing room. She didn't even bother to count her take before stuffing it in her locker. She slipped into a short blue kimono and pulled up another pair of disposable panties, this time blue, her signature color, and all but ran back onto the floor.
It didn't take her long to find her daddy and his friend. The big man waved at her at the curtained door to one of the small private lounges while her father leaned against the wall beside it, staring at his shoes.
"Twenty a song for a lap dance, Mister," she leaned onto the big man's shoulder. "Or two hundred for the hour...no restrictions!" she winked.
"Well, that seems like a fair deal!" the man chuckled and immediately handed over two crisp one-hundred dollar bills. Standing on the same level with him made Sadie realize just how big her father's friend was. He towered over her even in her staggering heels. He wore tight black jeans and a tee shirt with a simple brown coat. "I'm Roger, by the way. And this is my buddy Paul, in from out of town. How much for the both of us?"
"Hmm," Sadie glanced at her daddy for a moment. "He can come and watch me give you that private dance. He can tip whatever he thinks it's worth!" she said breathlessly.
"All right," her father said.
"Are you sure, buddy? Aren't your fingers just itching to know what her skin feels like? You're pretty strict about the no-touching without paying here, aren't you Miss Sapphire?" Roger asked, pulling her dad closer to him.
"I'm sure," Paul gulped.
"Yes, he can look, but not touch!" Sadie agreed, breathing a small sigh of relief. His eyes on her as she danced had taken her breath away, and she thought she'd nearly cum without touching herself from that almost-kiss. But touching? She remembered bouncing on his knee as a little girl!
"Then lead on, little lady!"
"Sure," Sadie spared her father a glance as she passed him. He wasn't as big as Roger, but he filled out his blue button down shirt and chinos nicely. He was strong and fit, she knew. He'd always been able to pick her up and spin her around in his arms no matter how much she grew!
The room was dimly lit with soft red light. An L-shaped, plush leather couch took up most of the space. "You sit here," she motioned for Roger to ease his massive body down on one end. "And you, you cute little hunk!" she giggled as she kissed her daddy on the nose like she always did when she saw him. "Sit here on the other end so you can get a good view!"
"Right Sad...ahem, Sabrina was it?" It was hard to tell in the room's ruby light, but she could swear he was blushing. It made her feel even sexier than stripping for her normal customers! She slipped off her short silk robe, and she heard her daddy gasp. She grinned as she straddled the big man, swaying like a snake on his lap.
"Fuck, she's the hottest young thing I ever did see!" Roger grunted. His beefy hands reached up to touch her. She tensed for a moment, but this was exactly what he'd paid for. She forced herself to relax as he pawed at her. His hands were rough against her soft skin, but he rather nimbly unhooked her bra. She looked down at his handsome face as he stared at her smallish breasts.
"They're not too small for you are they?" she asked in her sexiest little-girl voice. She heard her daddy gasp to her left at the sound of it. She didn't dare look his way, but focused on the man in front of her.
"A little, actually," Roger shrugged, unconcerned that his words might sting her feelings. She knew the type. Sure they liked strippers well enough, but hardly thought of them as people.
