“Oh come on Stan. I know you most of all will miss our usual girls for entertainment. Let us have fun,” John said.
“Oh? Dad, do you have regular girls you hire here?” Sarah said, still holding on to the stripper pole.
“I…” I started, but was interrupted by Frank.
“Your dad is well-known in every champagne room in the area.”
Sarah hopped off the stage and grabbed her beer. She was making such a show of being able to “hang” with the boys. “Oh yea? There seems to be a lot to learn in this club. Good for you dad.”
I continued to play my role as a restricting father, knowing that I was about to push her over the edge. “Sweetie. What I do in my free-time is none of your business. Frank and John both have daughter’s too, and I am sure they don’t approve of a young girl like you flaunting her stuff on stage.”
“Sweetie! Honey! Babe! You still see me as a little girl. You have no idea how many men I might have given shows to. How many men have enjoyed what I have to ‘flaunt.'”
Sarah downed the rest of her beer and jumped back on stage. “Turn some music on. Frank and John, you tell me how you feel about this.” Without hesitation, John lowered lights and turned on some rhythmic music. Both men took seats close to the stage, feeling satisfied that their goading had worked to get Sarah to volunteer herself.
Sarah wasted no time in starting her sexy dance. She gyrated and moved to the music, making good eye contact with the men. I held myself back, not wanting to interfere. I watched as she moved her hands over her body, caressing her legs and bringing them up to graze the sides of her tits covering by her shirt. She knew what she was doing.
“Hey Stan, your little girl is not so little,” Frank hollered, for my and Sarah’s benefit. Sarah smiled in response and kept up her movements. As planned, Frank upped the ante by taking out some money.
“Wouldn’t be a proper dance without some cash,” he said as he began showering her with singles.
This encouragement pushed Sarah even further. She enjoyed how the men were reacting to her. With no further prompting, Sarah seductively lifted her shirt to reveal her bikini clad breasts. They shook with every motion she made, causing blood to rush down to my dick.
John kept up the pressure. He whistled and hollered up, “Nice body. But I saw more of that in the lake earlier. Come on, give us a show!”
These comments were make or break moments. They would push Sarah to want to please us or would also give her an out to say it’s gone far enough. Thankfully (I guess I was all in at this point), she went further. Without a word, Sarah turned her body to face away from the boys, spread her legs, and stripped off her cut-off jeans, giving us a wonderful view of her ass. The bikini hugged her nicely, gathering in-between her ass cheeks and showing off her amble curves.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Frank yelled, throwing even more money on the stage.
The song changed but Sarah kept dancing. I played my part once again. “OK, you proved your point. You can do big girl things. Song’s over. How about we do something else?”
Working like a charm, Sarah shot back. “I’m not done dad. You still think of me like a little girl. But we can change it up. Frank, get up here. I need a new pole.”
Frank dutifully shot up and stood on stage. I watched as my daughter moved her beautiful body against one of my closest friends. A mix of arousal and jealous rage swam inside of me. Sarah rubbed herself on him and pushed her ass into his crotch. A change registered in them both. Frank had to be hard, and Sarah had to have just felt it. Hesitant, she backed off a bit.
OK, I thought Maybe she’s had enough. But I was wrong.
“You like the show?,” Sarah purred. Frank could only nod. “Good. I’d like some eye candy too. I can’t be the only one half-naked. Shirts, now!” Sarah demanded.
Wasting no time, both men gave her their shirts. Being half-naked only made their stiff cocks that much more obvious. “There we go,” Sarah said satisfied. She looked over at me, but made no demand for my shirt. I was apparently just going to be a witness to her rebellion.
Sarah continued to give the boys a show, with the added sensuality of rubbing her hands on Frank’s muscular form. She made several passes around his dick and down his legs, at times face to face with his contained raging hard-on.
I noticed that John had begun to stroke himself through his pants, and it was only a matter of time before Sarah noticed too. Little did I know, Frank was about to really push the envelope.
“Mmmm. You certainly aren’t Stan’s little girl anymore. You remind me of a girl your father and I had taken to the champagne room a few months ago.”
Sarah continued her dancing with her arms around Frank’s neck as she shook her ass out to John. “Oh yea? Dad what happens in the champagne room exactly?”
“Nothing honey. It’s just a more private dance.” I lied. Our area was pretty liberal with their rules when you paid enough.
“Oh no. You don’t get off that easy,” John interfered. “Let’s just say, the guys and girls get a lot more comfortable in those backrooms.”
Sarah shoots me a look. In her eyes are a mix of anger, defiance and mischief. She is drunk now more on my discomfort than on the booze. “Dad? Is this true? Is that what you do with someone else’s baby girl?”
“Sarah, I just…it’s part of…” I stammered. I began moving closer to the stage.
She looked at Frank and John. “How much?”
They looked back at her confused.
She started again. “How much do you guys pay to play around in the back rooms?”
“$400,” Frank offers.
“Frank, what the fuck?” I yell.
“I’ve got $500,” John counters.
Sarah smiles. She seems to be enjoying the control she had. “That might be the price for these backwoods girls you get here. I’m young and fresh. $1500, and I’ll let you both show me a champagne room experience.” I shower this girl with money and make sure all her needs are met. Plus she has been working odd jobs since he was 14. I know she had no need for extra cash. This girl who has no need for extra money was selling herself off. She loved the control, but also had no idea how much nudging and goading we had done to get her here.
“Deal, but you better make it worth the money.” Frank says, and John nods.
“I’ll decide how far your money will go. Now show me exactly what ‘comfortable’ means in the back room of some dingy club.” Sarah demanded.
“Frank. John. Don’t you dare…” I warned. I was beginning to blur the line between being a mock authority to push Sarah along and my real instinct to protect my daughter.
“Your’e daughter is 18, Stan. She’s making her own choices here. And she’s being handsomely rewarded. So just sit back and let her show us she isn’t a child anymore,” John replied.
“Well, Sarah. There’s no backroom here. So we’ll have to forgo some privacy. Are you sure you want this?” Frank said as he hitched his hands at the waist of his shorts. Sarah nodded silently.
And with that Frank and John stripped out of the rest of their clothes. John was still seated near the stage, completely naked, giving absentminded strokes to his hard cock. Frank was on stage with Sarah, his raging hard on inches away from Sarah’s bikini clad body. Sarah stared at both the men and took in their naked forms. I saw some hesitancy in her eyes, as she was weighing just how far she was willing to take this. I knew I could stop this or push her further to fulfill the agreement my friends and I had made.