Seeing Dad at the Strip Club

For all of the people who sent me messages on removing the second chapter, thank you for your patience.

This is a fictional story. I do not condone this behavior. It's purpose is for entertainment.

As always, feedback is welcomed.

Four months had passed since my dad showed up at the club, and the world changed. Everything had shut down. No one was working, and school was all done online. Life had become so boring. My mother was in her glory, sitting and reading her books every day.

On the other hand, I kept thinking about that last night; everything was normal. There was nothing normal about that night. I have not seen my father since I left him sitting there, right after he made me shiver right up my spine. I never thought that a glancing brush could cause my body to react the way that moment did. Dad and I have talked over the past four months. Our relationship is as strong as it has ever been. We haven't talked shit the way we have in the past. I think that night scared him, and he's playing it safe. He probably thinks I'm upset he crossed the line with me that night. He did cross the line, but I still love him and think he learned his lesson.

It was ten on a Saturday, and I felt like I was losing my mind. I wanted to see how my dad was doing, so I texted him. "Hey, dad. I miss you. What're you up to?" I missed him so much. This is how I would get when I was down; I would want my dad.

A few minutes later, he texted me back. "Hey, sweetie. I'm watching TV and drinking. Like I do every night now that I don't have anything else to do."

I don't think I ever remember my dad not working. He would work his regular forty hours a week and then have side jobs that paid him extremely well. He was probably enjoying the time off. "That sounds like more fun than what I'm doing. This shutdown sucks. I just wanna go back to school and work."

"I want you to go back to work too. HAHA! I miss going there. I think this is the longest time since I went there."

I could see dad wanted to talk shit tonight. I figured I'd play along. "HA! I bet you do miss me being at work after the show I put on!" I set the bait. Let's see if he bites at it.

His response pissed me off, "Do you have Scorpio's number? I could really use some entertainment."

His lack of acknowledgment of the performance I put on really got to me. I couldn't let it go, "No, I don't have her number. I don't have any of my co-worker's numbers. So, no response to my comment? Too soon or too scared. LOL!"

"I was a little scared to respond, to be honest. I was inappropriate. I was trying to avoid the comment. I feel like a real shitbag over that. Your performance was the best I have ever seen. I've never been inappropriate with any stripper before until you. I can't understand or justify why this time was different."

"So, what you're saying is I did my job so good; that it caused you to not think about what you were doing?" If I'm being honest, I felt better knowing that it bothered him.

"YES! That is what I'm saying. Forgive me? You made me lose control."

I never genuinely pictured it this way. The touch from his fingers prodded me in a good way, it also frightened me; at the same time. I never assumed ownership of my role in it. I intentionally wanted to drive him nuts. I was riding him, intending to get him riled up. I wanted to see if his dick was really as big as people said. I will say this about his dick; I believe it was bigger than what was described.

I felt bad, and I told him that. "You know what, dad? I never even considered my role in everything that happened. I'm sorry. Can I come to hang out with you? I just wanna be with you, hug you. This has been the longest we have gone without seeing each other." I missed my dad, and I wanted to be able to get out of this house.

"Monica, you never have to ask me if you can come to see me. Can you stop and grab me some more beer and a bottle of Jack on your way? I am running out. I have cash here that I can give you when you get here."

This wouldn't be the first time I did a beer run for dad, so it wasn't a big deal. My dad wasn't the type of person who carried cash, though. I felt like we were getting back to our normal selves, so I decided to talk shit to him. "Since when do you carry cash? OH, and you never tipped me for the lap dance, you cheap bastard."

His response came back quickly, "You never finished the lap dance. I still had a minute and a half left. I have cash because your club is closed. But, if you're looking for a side job, I have cash. LOL!"

Yeah, we were back. My dad always had a comeback, but so did I. "I would dance for you if I thought you could handle me. So, the only way I get the money from the lap dance is if I give you your minute and a half?" I did not have time to keep texting. I took a quick shower. I needed to get to the liquor store before it closed. Of course, the liquor stores were open during a pandemic; how else were people going to cope.

Once I got out of the liquor store, I checked my phone to see my dad's response. "I can handle your dancing. You owe me three songs; you didn't finish, so you must start over. See you when you get here."

I think my dad would be disappointed if I attempted to strip. I was wearing my sweatpants and a beat-up t-shirt. Although, my G-string panties and bra could work. Not a stripper outfit by any means. I texted him back, "We'll see about the three songs or a minute and a half. I'll be there shortly."

As I walked into my dad's apartment, he jumped out of his chair to help me with the alcohol. "Who's the peach schnapps for?"

"HAHA, Dad. That's for me. I've been locked up with mom for four months. You should remember how that could be." I could see that my father was already wobbly. I was concerned that he had been in this shitty, small apartment, drinking himself away for four months. "Sit down and relax. I'll put everything away."

I watched as my dad grabbed a towel. "I am going to take a shower. I need to wake up a little bit, and I smell. I need to sober up a little bit. A cold shower should help." He looked depressed and broken. I felt bad for him being cooped up. He built his life around working twelve-hour days, hanging with his buddies, and being around me. He liked his freedom, and now it was all gone.

Dad came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. "Feeling better?" I asked.

"A little bit, definitely awake now. It helps when you have clean clothes to change into. Be right back." I have gotten to see a different version of my father since he walked into the club and saw me on stage. For instance, he never would have come out of the bathroom with just a towel before. The jokes about my work or talking freely about my performance as a stripper. None of this frisky behavior existed before that first night he saw me on stage, a little over four months ago. Before that night, it was all about his work, my schooling, or if I needed anything.

While dad was in the shower, I used his computer. When I opened it, the last website he visited was open. Unsurprising to me, he was on a porn site. He looked to be searching older man younger woman. I didn't think anything of it; my guess is that would be a normal search for guys in their forties and fifties. When he came back out, I closed his laptop and sat up on the loveseat. His one-bedroom apartment only had enough room for this tiny loveseat couch. You could only fit two people on it. By this point, I had drunk some schnapps and helped myself to a beer. As he sat down next to me, I asked, "What do ya wanna watch?"

"I don't care. Whatever you want to watch works for me. Wanna listen to music and just talk or play cards? I'm sick of TV." We always used to play card games together. He had taught me how to play when I was younger.

Emphatically I said, "Sure, old man. Get ready to lose!"

"You never learn. I've been kicking your ass since you were a kid. Deal'em." For the next hour, I kicked my dad's ass in our card games. We were drinking and playing cards and having fun for the first time since this pandemic started. Dad started to up the stakes, "How about we start playing for something? I feel like if there is something on the line, I'll step my game up." Then he pulled out a large wad of cash, telling me, "Put your money on the table."

"Dad, I don't have any cash. Who carries cash these days?"

"Guys who go to strip clubs. That's who." Then he started laughing hysterically. "So, what are the stakes?"

I felt like I was on a hot streak. "How about two outta three wins. If I win, I get the cash. If you win, you get the three songs you say I owe you. Put your money where your mouth is." I then let out a confident laugh.

Dad looked at me, trying to gauge if he should take the bet. "You know what? You're on! I'll take that bet! Deal'em."

I shuffled the deck and dealt two cards to each of us. Dad instructed me, "Hit me." I gave him another card, and he smiled at me. My hand had a queen and an ace, so I knew I was winning this hand. Dad turned his hand over; he had a ten, five, and a three. When I turned mine over, he yelled, "FUCK!"

I could see from his reaction that he really wanted to win. "HA! Get ready to hand over all that cash!" I said confidently. I shuffled, then dealt the next hand. I looked at my cards; I had a ten and a seven. I was trying to read my father's face. He showed no reaction. "Need a card?" I asked.

"Nope, I'm good. Do you?" he asked as a smile broke on his face.

I was nervous and feeling the pressure, so I took another card. It was a five. I slammed my cards over and yelled, "FUCK! I'm so stupid!"

Dad laughed as he showed he had a six and a ten. He looked at me, stating, "I tried to give you a shot. Now I can't let you win."

I got annoyed that he went out of his way to let me win. I started downing schnapps to help build my confidence. I scolded my father, "Don't you dare throw this fucking game! I want to win without help from you!"

He smiled and said, "Have it your way. I tried to do the right thing here. Do you realize what happens if you lose? You are going to have to strip and give me a lap dance. I was trying to help you out."

I don't know if it was my ego or because I was feeling brave because of the drinking, but his response infuriated me. I let him know how aggravated I was, "One, I'm not losing. Two, if I do, which I won't, I know the stakes. I will honor the bet. Stop treating me like I'm an idiot stripper with no brain who's weak. It pisses me off." It felt good to stand my ground. I was competitive. I learned that from my father. I didn't want any sympathy or pity.

As I glared at him, he said, "OK, big shot. All I was trying to do was give you money. I was trying to help you without insulting you. Deal the cards." I shuffled the cards and dealt them. He looked at his cards and said, "I'm good. You might not be." I didn't know if that meant he had a low enough hand that there was no way he could win. Or if he had such a good hand, he knew I couldn't beat him.

I looked at my hand, two nines. I thought, 'eighteen is high enough to win.' I stated, "I don't need any, either." I turned over my cards with a big smile.

Dad looked directly at me and said, "Well, I tried to warn you. Now I think I'll pick the longest songs I can find." Then he flipped his cards over, showing an ace and a jack. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do anything. The purpose was to give you money. I got lucky and never expected you to strip. Just take the money, and we can call it a night."

Again, I felt like he was condescending. "Fuck that! A bet is a bet. I lost; I will fulfill my debt. But I am still taking all your money because I am that good of a fucking dancer. So, pick your songs!" I was pissed for losing, I was pissed because he was attempting to lose, but I was nervous about stripping for him. I also was scared about the lap dance. I started chugging beer and schnapps. I was immediately lightheaded. I took my sweatpants off while leaving my beat-up t-shirt on but removed my bra. I asked, "Is this a good enough get-up for your lap dance?"

Dad turned to look at me, "Yes, it is. Are you sure you want to do this?" I noticed that I wasn't the only one chugging beer and liquor. Dad was drinking whiskey while downing beers.

"Why, dad? Are you scared? I'm ready. Let's do this!"

As dad looked at me, he said, "You are cocky. Fuck it. Let's go big mouth." Then he looked around and asked me, "Should we do it here or in the bedroom? This couch is small and awkward. Up to you."

My father had a good point. "We probably should go to your bedroom. Do you think you'll be able to control yourself this time?"

My dad chuckled at my comeback, but his response startled me. "I'm not making any promises. I guess we'll have to see how out of practice you are." We both got up and headed into my dad's bedroom.

Once we got into his bedroom, my dad got into his bed, sitting up with his back against the wall, watching me as I stood on the bed waiting for him to start the music. All I could think was, 'This is going to be hard to do on a bed.' I paused his music, telling him, "Lay down. It's supposed to be a lap dance, and I can't give you one with you sitting like that. I don't want you complaining that you didn't get your money's worth. Now restart your song."

I got off the bed to drink some more schnapps, the feeling of warmth as it went down relaxed me. Dad laid down as I instructed him to do. Then he hit play on his music as I climbed on top of him. I was on top of my father's crotch in a reverse cowgirl position, grinding into him. I had my hands behind my head. I swayed my hips in a circular motion. I could feel my shirt rising above my waist, leaving my ass in full view. I leaned forward, getting on all my hands and knees, arching back and gyrating, my ass in full view. I felt my dad's hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them. His touch startled me as I leaned all the way forward with my ass in the air. I started twerking, hoping it would be more difficult for him to keep a grip on my ass.

I felt dad's fingers grip the sides of my thong panties. He pulled the panties out, ripping the thin material with ease. Just like that, I now had no panties and was completely exposed. He threw my panties onto the floor, telling me, "Usually strippers are naked. I want the full experience. Is that OK?"

As I sat back upon his crotch, the first song ended. I told him, "Let me get a drink. I'll be right back." I thought to myself, 'he has a good point.' While attempting to deal with the effortlessness of ripping my panties off sent a shiver through me. I could feel my pussy spasm. I felt hot and discombobulated. The thoughts in my head were going a mile a minute. Then I reminded myself that I had two more songs to go. And now, I had to remove my t-shirt. "I should probably take the shirt off, so you don't have to rip that off, right? Or would you prefer ripping it off?"

My dad was staring at me with a glazed look in his eye. I could tell he was contemplating what his response should be. He smiled as he said, "Do you have a preference?"

My mind was telling me to take it off. While my pussy wanted the stimulation of him ripping it off. I turned to return to the bed. "If I'm working then you're going to have to work tonight too. So, I'm keeping it on." I climbed back on the bed, then on top of my dad. Facing him, I asked, "Proud of yourself? Now that I have no panties?"

Dad stated, "Yes, actually, I am. The point of a lap dance from a stripper is for her to be naked." He then smiled as he gripped my hips, squeezing them as he pushed his pelvis up into me.

Again, I felt my pussy twitch with his touch and words. Until tonight, I never thought he would violate me, nor would I consider anything like that. But we were playing a dangerous game with each other. Being a woman, I know how guys can lose control of reality and think with the wrong head. I did not feel like things would go further than they were at this moment. "HAHA, DAD! You talk a lot of shit. I'm ready for song two. Play your shitty music." Then he played stairway to heaven. I knew this song; it started slow, picking up speed as the song went on. So, I slowly ground, leaning forward, so he could feel my breath on the side of his face. He gripped my ass, lifting it and bouncing it down lightly on his crotch. When the song picked up some speed, I could feel my dad's cock thickening and growing. I decided to sit straight up and dance on his lap. Dad grabbed my hips as I sat up. This time he pushed me up with his crotch, lifting me off the bed. The song escalated, and so did my movements. Dad had gripped the collar of my shirt, but I was so caught up in the moment that I wasn't paying attention. Suddenly I felt him rip my shirt off in one quick, effortless movement. As he sat up, I kept grinding into him, as we were facing each other. I was trying to keep pace with the song's fast pace. Again, I felt my body reacting to everything that was happening. My pussy felt like it was going to explode, and my nipples were noticeably rock hard.

When the song ended, I told dad that I needed a quick break. Dad told me he needed one as well. As he went off to the bathroom, I started chugging schnapps again. I knew it was a bad idea. I was already drunk, and drinking doesn't help with sexual inhibitions, but I needed to calm down at that moment. I was so out of reality; I did not even think about how I was walking around fully exposed until dad came out of the bathroom. "That's a good look for you."

It dawned on me that I was walking around with a ripped t-shirt fully naked. I said, "Yeah, I noticed you think it's a good look." I giggled as I pointed at my father's crotch, at his obviously rock-hard dick. "I might as well as get rid of this shirt. It's useless at this point. Ready for your last song?" I said as we both downed beers. I could tell dad was as drunk as I was.

"Yes, isn't it obvious I'm ready?" he said as he took his shirt off. He got into the bed, propping pillows up so he would be arched. Then he told me, "Sorry, this song from Rush, 2112, is like twenty minutes long. This is my last song, so I wanted to make it worth it. Do you mind doing the reverse cowgirl again?"

I knew the song, but it sucked, and I had no idea how I was going to dance to it. "Jeez, dad. What the Fuck! Are you trying to get me to make you cum in your shorts? Twenty fucking minutes?" I started laughing because I felt like if I ground him for twenty minutes, he wouldn't be the only one in jeopardy of cumming. But at least he had shorts on to hide his.

"A deal is a deal, young lady." He said as he patted his shorts where it looked like his cock was going to rip through. I had forgotten the story that he was huge. It was painfully obvious that he was huge at this point.

I got on top of dad as the music played. My head was spinning from all the alcohol. I tuned out the shitty music as I ground my crotch on my dad's cock. I could feel his hands on my hips, guiding me. I did not know if the dizziness was from the heat of the moment, the alcohol, or a mixture of both. After a few minutes into the song, dad sat up, moving me off him. He told me, "Go ahead, sweetie, dance for me. Let me watch you." I was in the moment and not thinking about anything, so I kneeled on the bed, moving without a care in the world. I had my eyes closed. I was drunk, I felt good, so I just danced. I felt my father behind me; he would rub my back and move his hands down to my ass. I didn't think much of it until he started pushing the back of my head forward, attempting to get me to bend over. I complied with the assumed request.

Once I was bent over, I continued to shake my ass and sway my hips. Dad positioned himself behind me. I could feel his clothed cock grinding into me while he held me by my hips. I realized there was no way he couldn't notice how hot or wet my pussy was. I was embarrassed, so I turned to him and said, "Lay down, dad. It's a lap dance, not doggy style dance."