About the start you would expect.

I barely step onto the stage. I barely even hear the announcer introducing me, all I can hear is the men gathered to watch me do things I have been taught my entire life that I should be ashamed of. And my father standing near the bar looking straight at me.

For a second, I freeze up, then without even realizing I'm doing it, I bite my lip and wave at him as I blush.

My attention is brought back to the men gathered around the stage as they cheer, They think I was waving at them?

Very slowly at first, I begin to move, chants of "Take it off" and "Strip!" prompting me to do exactly that.

Over the next few minutes, I move to the music, trying to play the part while doing my best to not show off my privates any more than I absolutely have to. It doesn't help matters at all that I can feel moisture between my legs, my whole body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

By the time I'm finished, I'm standing self consciously, hands trying to protect my modesty as a room full of people gaze at my naked body. As I realize that many of them are looking at the glistening fluid dampening my thighs, I blush all the harder. The guys seem to be eating up my behavior, clearly thinking that the shy and self conscious attitude is nothing but an act. If they only knew.

But my eyes are focused only on the empty space where my daddy was standing when I started, Where did he go?

I didn't have to wait long for the answer though, before I saw him standing right beside the stage, looking at me with an unreadable expression.