No, now daddy wants a lap dance.

"Come here," He says.

I find myself walking nervously towards him, his eyes straying over my body in an inappropriate way as I get close to him.

"You'll do just fine dancing in the private rooms," He says as you stop directly in front of him, "Now you're going to give me a lap dance," He pushes his chair out from his desk, revealing that the front of his pants are unzipped, his rigid cock pointing skyward.

He says more, but my attention is so focused on the first real penis I've ever laid eyes on.

I'm startled out of my reprieve by the feel of his hands touching my hips. Daddy's touching me. I know that its wrong, but I cant help but feel pleased that my father is paying attention to me, that he likes what he sees, that he wants to be close to me.

This is wrong! Some small part of my mind screams at me. But that voice fades to nothing when he leans forward, his lips lightly touching my belly, just below my navel. My mind goes completely blank at that moment, lost in the sensation of his lips against my skin. My heart races so fast that I'm sure its going to bust at any moment.

"Come sit in daddy's lap," He says, pulling me lightly towards him. I offer no resistance, lost in the moment as he pulls me towards him.

My eyes never leave his as he pulls me into his lap. I sit there, with his arms wrapped lightly around my hips, just enjoying the fact that I'm so close to the father I never knew.

I dont know how long I sit there like that, my face buried against his chest, before he speaks again, "You planning to dance for me baby girl? Or do I need to show you the door and bring some other slut in here to finish what you started?"