The Odyssey

[impish_pixie]

Gracie rushed up the three stairs to stand by the curtain; once again, she almost missed her cue. There was a pause in the music, and Jamie knew Rick was making an announcement, probably the one about not touching the girls. She smiled; he was concerned about keeping the dancers safe. To him, they were dancers, not whores who danced. He didn’t expect them to fuck the customers or push his drugs, he enforced the ‘no touching’ rule if the dancer wanted but was always willing to look the other way if one of the girls wanted to earn a little extra cash for being “friendly”. She remembered him standing in the background when she gave her first lap dance and how he slapped the guy when he grabbed her tits. It was a much nicer place then the first club she tried working in. Rick was working hard to turn the titty bar he bought into a “Gentleman’s Club”, if fact, his dream was the only reason Gracie was still working.

Gracie was unusual among the pole dancers and strippers in town; she was a dancer and Rick thought she brought a little class to his place, so he kept her on. She has a dancer’s body, not a stripper’s assets. Slender and fine boned, with long legs, a flat stomach, and breasts just large enough to bounce but not jiggle. Gracie’s usual style of dancing was more titillating then overtly sexual, she did not hump the pole, touch herself, or damn near masturbate, like some of the dancers. Sex sells and gets the center stage, and it was the reason she always danced on least visible part of the show floor, the pole in the back corner. However, she didn’t mind, Rick noticed she was gaining a little following, it was enough to keep her ego from bruising and had already earned the money she needed to pay for freshman course books and a bunch of extras. If it continued going so well, she would not have work again until next year and no one would know how she spent her summer vacation.

As much as she enjoyed the dancing, she would not miss the lies she had to tell to keep it from everyone.

Rick’s announcement was taking longer than usual and Gracie felt the butterflies moving into her stomach while she waited. Her fingers started to toy with the fringe on her hips that passed for a skirt; she shimmied and watched the fringe swirl around her. She loved her costume; it made her feel so sexy. The skirt was just sparkling beaded fringe so short and sitting so low on the curve of her back that it barely covered her ass when she was standing still. When she moved, the fringe swayed, revealing either quick peeks of tanned skin or everything not covered by her tiny thong. Her bra top had matching beads; although she took it off so soon, she wondered if anyone ever noticed.

Finally, Gracie hears the opening notes of her first song; she counts to four then steps out on to the stage. Her long legs and high-heeled boots make quick work of the distance. Her long blonde hair swings down her back and her slender hips work the skirt with each step as she reaches for the pole. Despite the occasional chiding from the patrons, Gracie kept her top on for all of the first song and half of the second, teasing them until she performed her most difficult moves. She smiled as she hung from the pole upside down, upside up, she did splits, half-splits and eagles, she spun around the pole by her hands, her arms and her legs. The rest of the set was easy and the moves were fun. She was ready to dance with her tits bouncing free. It was little topless belly dancing with a wild pole bonus. Through it all, her tits bounced and her long hair spun around her but she did not hump the pole and she did not damn near masturbate in public.

Her set over, she takes a bow and picks up her top. She steps down from the stage and, under the bouncer’s watchful eye, flirts with the patrons, encouraging them to tuck more bills into her skirt. She had made it half way through her section of the floor when Rick called her over. Working the floor after dancing is how the dancers made most of their money, and Rick knew better than to interrupt that without a good reason. Usually, an interruption meant a VIP lap dance or termination.

 

[gagonthis]

OOC: Hope this is ok. If not I'll delete.

Craig nodded absently at the waitress as she as she asked him whether he'd like anything else to drink. His eyes were glued to the stage. He was watching a Goddess at work. Her moves were perfection made flesh. Every move heightened his desire more. A frequenter of gentlemen's clubs, Craig had never before seen a dancer like her. He was enamored.

Craig was on the last leg of a cross coast business trip, and found himself with a layover lasting almost a whole day. The concierge at his hotel had suggested Rick's club as the most popular unknown spot in the town. He had not been wrong. This trip had been exceptionally tumult for Craig as he had been forced to first fly to New York to appease one of the more excitable clients and assure him that his account was still in safe hands. As if that hadn't been bad enough, on the way home he had been forced to reroute to Atlanta to finalize a deal for a flakey coworker. It was with this level of stress that he found his way to Rick's club, looking for anything that would level him out, whether it was a stiff drink or a beautiful woman. He appeared to have found both here.

Standing and straightening his Armani suit he walked over to the owner, who had been kind enough to give him VIP for a tidy sum tonight.
"I'd really appreciate if you could arrange me a private dance with the girl who was just on stage. Gracie I think it was?"
"Hmmm that can be arranged I believe, she's one of our best, you've got a good eye. Not a cheap girl though, and the usual rules apply even for VIP."
"Of course." Craig said as he watched her frequenting the crowds. "I'll be a perfect gentleman."

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

Her hair neatened and her top back on, the butterflies have returned to her stomach as she joins the stranger in the private room. Room Four, it is the best in the place and Gracie has never worked it before. She has seen it. Rick shows it to all the new girls. He points out the security cameras, and even tells the girls how to position the customers to protect themselves and get the quickest response from security or how to let security know the private dance is going to get extremely private and there is no need for them to come and stop it.

The room is smaller than she remembered, and that brings a smile to her lips as she enters, hoping she does not kick the poor man in the head. He is there when she arrives; already seated on the banquette couch that closely encircles most of the small slightly raised dance floor. The room is designed so that when seated back against the sofa the customer has the best view to the interesting bits of the dancer but cannot reach out and touch her. However, there is nothing to stop him from leaning forward and reaching out.

Trying to maintain a professional but friendly attitude, Gracie strolls into the room and sits down on the edge of the stage. Facing him, her long legs nearly brush his in the close space and the fringe of her skirt split, revealing and covering her at the same time.

“Hi, I’m Gracie. I guess Rick already explained the rules to you but he did not tell me if you wanted one dance or more. You see, after the first dance, you may ask me for another dance or ask for another girl if that is what you want. I am not permitted to dance without your say so. It keeps those nasty accusations from flying, I’m sure you understand.” She grins. "Remote for the music, is under that cushion." She leans in and lift up a pillow, beneath it is a a small tray for holding drink and a few bottons for controlling the music - on, off, volume control - nothing fancy.

‘You are not permitted to touch me, but according to the rules, I may touch you. I will not without your permission. Is that ok?”

“Oh," she almost forgot, "do you have any special requests? Is there something specific you’d like?”

 

[gagonthis]

Craig kicked his legs nervously as he waited back in the VIP room for Gracie to show up. He'd been to dozens of clubs like this over the course of the ten years or so since he was old enough to drink, but still could never chase away the pre-lap dance nervousness very well. It always felt like Craig was doing something wrong, even if it was perfectly legal. He took a heavy pull on his drink as he waited in nervous anticipation in the posh room.

His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as she walked in. My god she's gorgeous he thought as he watched her sashay into the room and mere inches away from him. The urge to reach out and touch her silky skin was already strong in him, a surprise, as Craig was usually an outwardly stoic man. For the first time in a while he found himself concerned he would have to LITERALLY sit on his hands. The thought made him silently chuckle.

He was so lost in his lecherous thoughts that he only half heard the first few things she said to him. He forced himself to pay attention to what she was saying and realized she was giving him the rundown that Rick, as he'd introduced himself, had given him just a few minutes before. He nodded his head in silent agreement with the things she was saying again almost losing his battle of self-control as she leaned over to show him the remote, doing interesting things to an already small outfit. His smile got bigger when she mentioned the part about touching him and once again her voice faded away as his imagination took over.

He realized five seconds later she was staring at him, as if waiting for a reply and he searched his memory for what the last thing she had said to him was. Oh right, something about special preferences. He could think of a few, but that might be for later if the night went well. "My only request is that you put on as good a private show as you do a public." He smiled at her and leaned back, ready to watch her work her magic.

 

[ManOSafety]

Matthew

Matthew Rollins hangs up the phone in his hotel room, a bit disappointed and put out. When a business assignment had brought him to the same city that his daughter was beginning her Freshmen year of college, he had decided to surprise her with a visit and a dinner. Apparently the surprise idea was a bad one, because now that he had called her, she wasn't answering the phone, and he had called both her cellphone and the room number. He thought about just dropping by, but then remembering his own college days, decided that might not be such a great idea, even if he could convince Kevin to drive him over by campus anyway.

Picking up the phone again, he calls Kevin's room to tell him he doesn't have any plans for the night, maybe they should find a place to eat. Kevin, the big horn dog, tries to convince him they should go to a strip joint, but Matthew's really not in the mood for that and tries to get Kevin to change his mind, and thinks that he's succesful. At least until they are in the car driving and Kevin pulls into a parking lot, turning off the car and jumping out, at a strip club. Matt tries to say something, but by the time he's out of the car, Kevin's already inside. Apparently he's decided that if he can get Matt inside, he'll be able to convince him to stay.

With a shrug and a resignation that he's going to a strip club, Matt makes his way through the door, paying his cover and then after his eyes adjust looking for Kevin. He finds Kevin, at least not sitting right by a stage and having secured a table. When he walks up, Kevin gives him a self-satisfied smile.

After sitting down, he gives the waitress his drink order then looks around a bit. He's happy to see that at least inside the place doesn't seem to be such a dive. Though most of the girls he can see look like the typical stripper girl, big, unrealistic looking tits, bored expressions, humping against the pole, practically masturbating on stage.

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

"My only request is that you put on as good a private show as you do a public." He smiled at her and leaned back, ready to watch her work her magic.

Gracie just smiled. She stood up and waited for a moment. When he just kept staring, she leaned over him to hit the button that cued the music. She was up the little stage and down in a split before the music started. She had no idea what music was played in this room, so she silently blessed Rick when one of her own favorites blared out of the speakers but she cursed him too. It was the longest song she had.

The fast tempo, counterpoint rhythm of the tango, was perfect for Gracie’s elegant style and slender body, and from her split on the floor, her legs spread through the air and in a few graceful movements, she was dancing upright on the stage. Her slim hips shimmied, sending her fringed skirt flying. When Gracie danced, her hips led. They moved in a circle and her hair spun around her face, as the rest of her body followed. A slow figure 8 had her torso undulate like a snake. She was dancing, she was having a wonderful time, and it showed in the relaxed way she moved.

Eventually, she realized the song was half way over and she still had her clothes on. She slid back down on the edge of the stage. The same place she sat earlier, but this time her legs spread wide on the sofa, one on each side of him. She pushed herself off the stage and slid across his lap, then raised herself on her knees. Straddling him on the sofa. Her head higher than his, her breast even with his eyes, she swayed to the music. Leaning over him, her hair brushed against his neck as she undid her bra. She was close enough to feel his breath on her nipples. Sliding down to settle into his lap, her tits brushed against his shirt and her hands smoothed down his chest and stomach. Swinging her hair out of the way, she put her hands behind her on his knees as she leaned back. He hips moved in time with the music as she rubbed against his crotch in long rhythmic strokes. Her hips do not miss a beat as she tightens her thighs against his hips and raises her hands over her head. Still leaning back, her tits bounced as she moved in serpentine sways while grinding into him…

 

[gagonthis]

Craig was momentarily confused by her hesitation and then mentally kicked himself as he leaned over to turn on the music. He was completely addled and he didn't know why. Something about this girl was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was making him sloppy, and sloppy was something Craig rarely ever was.

He nodded in admiration as she started her routine, performing splits in a manner that made them look effortless. He silently applauded the song choice, as her natural seductive movements made it clear that it was a song she knew well. It was always good when a girl knew the song she was dancing to, it let them get more into it, and the dances seemed much more natural and sensual than when a stripper was forced to work to a song she disliked.

He watched intently as she worked her hips in a rythmic, almost hypnotic motion. Her hair juxtaposed her hips, moving wildly, free as she got more and more into the song. The dichotomy was perfect and Craig had never seen better. She knew what she was doing he thought as he felt the stirrings of an erection in his slacks. He would have to remember to leave a generous tip for the concierge when he got back to his hotel.

She continued to tease him through much of the song. Promising so much with her hips, but revealing nothing to him. Craig loved it. Most other girls would be completely nude at this point, gyrating whatever part of their body in his face they thought would get his money fastest. This one though, she loved the dance, he could see it in her eyes, and it just made it that him need to see her that much more. He quietly groaned as she slid her way into his lap and straddled him, clasping his hands behind his head and silently cursing the strength of the drinks at this club. He would be a gentleman though. He knew the rules.

Not that she wasn't trying every dirty trick in the book to make me break them he thought as she leaned over him, undoing her bra, letting her breasts bounce right in front of his eyes. They were every bit as lust inspiring as her dance promised they would be and he bit off a very audible moan as she began grinding herself against his now very present erection. Wiping his hand across his face he looks right at her, admiring her nearly flawless body. "You're very good at this." He dumbly said as he silently calculated how much money he could get away with putting on the company card for this layover..

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

"You're very good at this."

“Thank you, sir.”

She lifts herself up and turns around before sitting back down on his knees. Leaning forward, she stretches out to touch the stage before she tosses her hair over to the same side, exposing her bare skin from ass to neck except for the little fringe of her skirt. Drawing her tits down his thighs, she slides herself backward along his legs until she can go no further. Her hips gyrate her ass over his stiff erection as she sits up. Her bare back pressed into his chest, she mimics his position and raises her hands above her head. Instead of placing her hands behind her head, she stretches up and intertwines her fingers behind his head, giving the impression that she is the one forced to be still as she continues to grind her ass across his hard cock.

The song ends.

Gracie slides off him and moves to the stage.

“Sir?”

 

[plainjane]

Jane

I was a new girl. Rick interviewed me earlier today and after I danced for him he had me get all the way naked, and then asked if I was willing to please a customer totally, and of course I said yes. Then he asked "how about oral and anal?"

Again I said yes, and asked him what the going rates were.

He explained that this was a high class place and they didnt allow any prostitution but if a client wanted toi date me outside he ciouldnt stop me although it wasnt encouraged. He even used the term "shoplifting", which I had heard before in reference to a whore dating a client oin the side and not cutting in the hoiuse.

You see, I had been in the business before but now that hubby had split I needed a job and this was all I knew.

I was sure Rick was going to check me out and I was willling, but he just told me to be here tonight and he would arrange for me to watch the cameras and see what the other girls were doing on the main stage and also in the VIP rooms.

Sitting there with one of the bouncers watching Gracie in the VIP room with a john was a real turn on. I had seen her dance on the stage and she was beautiful. I wish I could dance like that, and maybe a little of her talent would rub off on me. But in the VIP room she was really exotic. I wondered if she liked girls, because I sure liked her.

When she straddled the guy and took off her skimpy top, she rubbed asgainst his hard-on and I wondered if she was going to fuck him.

I asked the guy who was with me if that turned himon too, because it sure did me.

 

[gagonthis]

"You're very good at this."

“Thank you, sir.”

She lifts herself up and turns around before sitting back down on his knees. Leaning forward, she stretches out to touch the stage before she tosses her hair over to the same side, exposing her bare skin from ass to neck except for the little fringe of her skirt. Drawing her tits down his thighs, she slides herself backward along his legs until she can go no further. Her hips gyrate her ass over his stiff erection as she sits up. Her bare back pressed into his chest, she mimics his position and raises her hands above her head. Instead of placing her hands behind her head, she stretches up and intertwines her fingers behind his head, giving the impression that she is the one forced to be still as she continues to grind her ass across his hard cock.

The song ends.

Gracie slides off him and moves to the stage.

“Sir?”

Craig tightened his grip on his hands behind his head to resist grabbing her hips as she turned herself around on him. He gazed down at the perfect curve in her back as she stretched herself out. Again he found the temptation to reach out and grab her nearly undeniable, but resisted. He didn't want to get his ass kicked by the big guy he saw when he came in.

His eyes almost rolled back up into his head as she sat back p and continued to grind herself into him. Most lap dancers had no idea what they were doing, fumbling around for the right spots to get a man going and ending up making the dance almost awkward. Not Gracie. Every gyration brought him closer and closer to orgasm, suddenly raising the fear in Craig's mind that he wasn't going to be able to hold it and would cum in his pants right on the couch. Just when the sensation reached his maximum the song ended and she slid off his lap leaving him in stunned silence on the couch. He knew he had to have more.
"I'd like another dance please. And I know the policy can change from dancer to dancer, but how much would it run for a... more physically intimate.. dance?"

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

"I'd like another dance please. And I know the policy can change from dancer to dancer, but how much would it run for a... more physically intimate.. dance?"

Seated on the stage, the dancer’s posture shifts from erect to rigid; her muscles tense as if preparing for a blow. However, when Gracie speaks her voice is still calm, friendly even. “Sir, at the very least it will run you a different dancer. I am afraid what you request exceeds the limit of my… training.”

She gets to her feet, standing on floor between the stage and the sofa as she reaches for her top. She is cautious, wary, as she leans down next to him and picks it off the sofa.

She smiles, “I am certain that Rick will be able to suggest many talented dancers whose skill and experience are superior to my own. You just have to be specific in the style of dance you desire. I am sure he will have the perfect girl for you.”

 

[plainjane]

Jane

Gracie stood up and retrieved her bra, and then turned toward the door. The john made no move to leave and sat there with a hard-on bulging in hs pants.

I couldnt resist.and asked if there was any way I could take her place if the guy would have me.

I needed him in me and if I had any money I'd even pat him, but I asked what the right fees were for a hand job, oral, or a fuck, if Rick would let me earn a little spendig money. My purse was absolutely bare and I was desperate

We went out in the main liounge and the bouncer beckoned to Rick and went over to him just as Gracie came out of the VIP room.

They all looked at me standing there and I wasnt even in costume but I sure could get naked in a heartbeat if Rick approved.

 

[catlover]

Rick

Gracie came to me to tell me that he john wanted a more intimate dance thsan she was willing to provide for him. That didnt surprise me as it often happenned. Guys got so turned on by her and her teasing they just couldnt resist her

My bouncer who had been escorting the new girl, Jane, came too and announced that she would like to accomodate the gentleman, with my permission since she wasnt supposed to start dancing until tomorrow

She didnt even have any costume here, as she hadnt brought anything with her for her earlier interview, and simply danced for me naked. She was pretty good too, but from what she had told me she was a little lewd and I wanted this to be a highy class establishment, but still wanted to accomodate a patron who would be back possibly with oither friends.

What a dilemna

Then the bouncer said Jane asked what she should charge for a hand, oral or all the way. And I said "Oh what the hell. Tell her to go ahead and charge 25, 50 and 100 over and above the fifty for the initial dance charge, and it's asll hers beyond the house portion of the first fifty."

" Gracie, please take her in the back room and get her outfitted in one of the extra outfits we have back there. She cant go in there in street clothes"

And to the bouncer, 'You go watch her like a hawk and make sure everythng she does is by the book, or she is out of here on her ass"

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

" Gracie, please take her in the back room and get her outfitted in one of the extra outfits we have back there. She cant go in there in street clothes"

"Rick, I have my old costume, she can have that." She turns to flash a quick but welcoming smile to Jane. "I think she'll be a real turn-on in it but it won't tart her up like the spares in the back."

Without waiting for Rick's approval, Gracie takes Jane by the arm and leads her to the dressing room.

She chats to Jane in a warm, friendly way, as if they were two teenage girls getting ready for a double date, "I think it will suit you better than it ever suited me. I never filled out the top properly and the color, well, it is more yours than mine, anyway. If you like it you can keep it.”

In the dressing room, Gracie pulls a ruby red costume from a ballet bag. Its a skintight sheer dress and matching thong. She looks at Jane and grins, as she removes the dry cleaning tags. “Yeh, I know. I have no idea what I was thinking when I bought it. Except that, I do love the color." She shrugs, "Its too bold for me but it will look great on you.”

She hands the costume to Jane, “The guy seemed really nice. Better than most really very understanding. He didn't make feel like I was going to get cracked before security could arrive.”

 

[gagonthis]

Craig cursed his lousy luck, figures he'd have to find the most desirable dancer he'd ever had the joy of witnessing and she would be one of the clean ones. Craig felt like protesting or arguing his case, but realized all that would land him was a short trip out the front door in a best case scenario. So instead he sighed and thanked her for the show and nodded agreement when she offered to find him a different dancer. He was here, might as well get a little something at least.

 

[plainjane]

Jane

Gracie led me into the locker room and with very kind words she offerred me one of her outfits, and even said she thought it might be even more suited for me than for her.

As turned on as I was when I watched her dance, I was now in love with her, and as I undressed and stood before her naked, I softly asked if there was any chance in the world that she might like girls.

Before she could answer, I leaned in and kissed her right on the mouth with a bare breast poked up right against her. I looked into her surprised eyes, and then I gently kissed her again, and when she didnt pull away, I licked her lips and her mouth opened.

Our tongues met, but we couldnt continue because she had to go up on the main stage, and we couldnt keep the client waiting in the VIP room

I just said "Thanks sweetie for everything, and I'll see you later"

I didnt know that they had changed the schedule and she was going to keep close by and insure that everything went Ok in the VIP room, as she led me there and introduced me to Craig. As the music started we both started to dance for him but really I was dancing for her too, as before long I took off the top and let a couple of bare ripe titties bounce toward Craig, and when one was in his mouth, I told him to slide my panties down

Then I started to giggle and when they both asked why I told them that this was the first time all week I had even had panties on.

We asked Craig just what he wanted in a "more intimate dance, now thatr I was naked and dancing before the two of them

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

Gracie really wanted to help the new girl, to make her feel comfortable and see that as strip clubs go, working at the Odyssey wasn't bad at all. However, when she found herself back in the VIP room with Craig and Jane, she realized that she had gone too far, tried too hard.

Her faced went from pink to red as she apologised to both of them and wished them each a good night. Her composure cracked and she fled from the little room, leaving the two of them to their intimate dance.

 

[gagonthis]

Craig was very confused. The new girl came in accompanied by Gracie and Craig was forced to again admit the concierge was right in suggesting this place. While she didn't seem to move with the same sensuallity as Gracie she seemed to make up for it by being better endowed in certain areas, and as Craig suspected, her willingness to please. Which was why Craig was surprised, pleasantly so, when both girls came back and began dancing for him. Had Gracie changed her mind? Had his evening taken a turn for the better?

His mood remained good as Jane started stripping for him, removing her top and exposing a pair of exquisite breasts. She leaned over him and dangled them into his face, forcing one into his mouth as she commanded him to take her panties off which he gladly did, sliding his hands under her dress and along her ass before pulling the thong down around her ankles.

His confusion manifested itself fully as Gracie blushed beet red and fled from the room. Craig wasn't sure what was going on here, but he felt that this was somehow his fault. He thought about getting up and follow Gracie for half a second but was detered by the small moan Jane let out as he sucked her tit while she grasped at his clothed member.

 

[plainjane]

Jane

I cooed into his ear "why dont you get comfortable too? I want to see what you have for me to play with"

I stepped back and took off the little dress I still had on, leaving me totally naked before him except for the high heels that made my long legs even longer

"You still havent told me how intimate you want this dance to be"

 

[gagonthis]

Craig looked at her as she got naked, she was very accomodating he thought as he looked her up and down, his pants getting even tighter.
"How intimate I want eh?" He asked absentmindedly as he dug his wallet out, all the while looking confusedly at the door where Gracie had just fled. He flopped a one hundred dollar bill on the stage. "I want as intimate as that'll buy me." He smiled "We can work our way from there."

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

Gracie hurries out of the VIP room, her face is flushed and she can feel the warmth of her rushing blood burning her cheeks. Shaking her head, she decides that needs a drink.

Walking across the floor, she moves with natural grace and stops to charm the customer when the situation requires. That would be whenever one wanted her attention and she could stop without drawing eyes away from the principle dancer. Usually, she would sit at their table for few moments before excusing herself, once in a while she'd be pulled on to a drunken lap but wiggle free before the bouncers had to get involved. She waves to Rick and points to the stage when she catches his eye, letting him know she'll be ready for her next set.

Finally across the floor, she heads back stage and grabs a bottle of water. Then, sitting in front of a mirror, she checks her hair and make-up as she waits for her turn.

 

[plainjane]

Jane

"Thats quite enough, baby as I took the C-note and went to my knees between his legs and unzipped him. His cock popped out of his fly and I kissed it and then licked it. It was beautiful and the first one I'd seen since hbby took off with his secretary.

Sitting back on my haunches I watched him stand and drop his pants and shorts around his feet, and his hard cock pointed at me until I took it deeply in my mouth while cupping his balls.

Before he could cum I pushed him back on the couch and rolled on a condom from the drawer in the little table, and mounted him. Id a lot rather do it bareback but just couldnt dare, but I asked him how it felt because it felt wonderful to me

 

[ManOSafety]

Matthew Rollins

As I sat in the strip club with Kevin, I decided I had to make the best of the situation. I quietly sat, watching the various girls on stages, they were all pretty enough, but none of them really caught my eye. So when they'd come around by the tables, I'd make brief small talk, but make sure they didn't think I was going to buy a dance or anything. I didn't want to waste anyone's time and get them angry. Kevin was having a grand time, moving up to the stage to tip dancers, talking with several of them and buying them drinks when they stopped by the table, but he hadn't bought a private lap dance yet either.

As I was working on my second drink, I would have sworn I saw Gracie on the other side of the room, but when I looked again, the girl was gone. Shaking my head, I just knew my daughter wouldn't be in a place like this, so I went back to scanning the various girls dancing. I have to admit, there was enough good looking T&A flashing around that I was starting to get a little excited.

 

[impish_pixie]

Gracie

Gracie waited behind the curtain for her music to cue. She groaned inwardly as she heard what Rick had chosen for her and thought about what a bitch payback can be.

Hard rock and flashing lights were not really her style, so Gracie always viewed this set as a failed experiment, although it was always a hit with customers. On the four count, Gracie strode on to the stage, she was all long legs, swaying hips, swinging hair and attitude. The classic rock tune was familiar to everyone in the club and all eyes turned to see the dancer who went with it.

For Gracie, it was all about the music and the dance. Her hips swung, making her fringed skirt flip; she hugged the pole and did all her best tricks with a smile. Half way through the second song, she wrapped her legs around the pole and hung upside to take off her top. Now she was ready for the fun part, with the difficult pole exercises out of the way, it was all about the dance. Fringed hips swept back and forth to the music, her long legs flew up in the air, her hair waved around her head obscuring her vision. Trying to make it up to Rick for bailing on the VIP, Gracie did the best she could do without crossing her personal boundaries. She pulled off a series of dances that were wildly erotic and vividly sensual but never obscene or demeaning.

Judging by the reaction of the audience, they were pleased too. She stepped off the stage and went into the crowd, prepared to coax tips from them all.

 

[ManOSafety]

Matthew Rollins

Matt has walked over to the bar to get another beer when an older rock song comes on, one he used to enjoy though he hasn't heard it in a while. In fact, he remembers how much Gracie hates the song, probably because he made her listen to it so many times when she was growing up.

He's just taken a sip from his beer and returned to the table where Kevin is getting friendly with another dancer when he happens to look towards the stage. Almost spitting out his beer, he is shocked to see his daughter, his little girl, his Gracie on the stage, dancing in a skimpy little outfit.

His first impulse is to stride up to the stage and yank her off of it, but he doesn't think either of them can take that embarassment. At least Kevin has never met or even seen pictures of Gracie, so he doesn't have to worry about that. Maybe he can get Kevin to leave, but as he turns to him to ask, Kevin is standing up, heading towards the private rooms with one of the dancers, giving Matt a wink and a thumbs up.

Sitting back down, he tries to avoid looking at the stage, but his eyes keep going back that way. When did Gracie grow up? His little girl is not supposed to look like this girl on the stage. Nevermind the fact that she's dancing topless, she's not supposed to have a body that looks like that either, and then not showing it off like this.

The next time his eyes are pulled back to the stage, his thoughts wander. At least she doesn't dance like most of the girls he's seen in these places. She's not touching herself or acting like she's fucking the pole. In fact, it looks like those years of dance lessons have paid off. She's certainly not dancing like someone you'd see in ballet, but she's dancing, not just bumping and grinding.

While he's watching her move like this, he starts to find himself looking at her, watching her more. After a moment, he realizes that he's watching his daughter dance topless and even worse, he likes it. Something about the way she's moving, the way that it's different excites him. What is wrong with him? She's his daughter, for god's sake. He tries to tell himself to stop, but he can't help himself. He's watching her and getting excited by her.