The Strip Club (WIP)

"So, Benny, what do you think? Think you can squeeze me in for tonight?" I ask the club owner sweetly in Emily's most seductive voice. I can see his eyes roaming my mounts body hungrily. He definitely likes what he sees. I mean, of course he would. 21 year old blonde with big tits and a naughty smile, who wouldn't jump at that opportunity? He acts like he doesn't want me to take to the stage like this, only because he loves it when I make my mounts beg and plead. I suppose being a satyr it's hardly something he would hear a lot of.

"I don't know Zane... I already have all of my girls out there already." He says, petting his lap with a smirk. I just roll my eyes and sashay towards him, my hips swaying side to side. I turn around and gently press my stolen ass against his throbbing cock, rubbing it slowly up and down. Benny grunts as I get into my normal routine.

"Oh come on Benny pleeeeaaaaase...?" I moan back at him. "I'll let you pick which outfit you dress me up in... Then after I make my money back then I'll come back here and let you peel it off me..." By the feel of his twitching cock, that felt like the winning promise. One of the reasons why the strip club was an appealing place to make the money back was because under Benny, I get access to security who will throw out any troublemaking ex-boyfriends, husbands, colleagues, bosses, of my current host. In this case a very upset step-father. Emily's phone hasn't stopped vibrating yet from all of the calls and text messages that Dylan has sent my way. Benny is quiet for a few moments before his hands slowly reach up and cup my tits. His thumbs circling my nipples with slowly begin to harden and poke through the thin fabric of the singlet.

"Oh fuck... Well if that's the case. Maybe a bunny showgirl... Or a schoolgirl! Or... Hmm... Slutty nurse?" He muses to himself as his hands gently massage my tits. His voice trails off as I help him become a little bit more comfortable. I gently slip Emily's slender hands into his, interlocking our fingers before gently guding his hands underneath the singlet. Any and all conversation stops as his fingers meet my bare, soft skin.

I raise Emily's phone up, angling it so it can capture my lips curled in a cruel smirk, as well as my breasts being fondled underneath my singlet. I take three photos in rapid succession, slipping into a slightly more provactive pose each time. The last picture is the singlet rolled up with Benny's hands acting as a makeshift bra. A picture that will truly make Dylan's blood boil.

"How's my money Daddy?" reads the first images caption. "Everyone's so friendly here!" says the second. "Gtg daddy, I'm dancing next!" those three pulsing dots have appeared now, indicating that Dylan is furiously typing away, no doubt pleading for his step-daughter back. If he wants her back, he knows my price. I slowly pry Benny's hands away from my chest and stand up in front of him. My hands running up and down my youthful body before starting to shimmy out of my clothes.

The last article of clothing leaves my body and joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I spank my stolen body's ass and give it a slow, satisfying grope, complete with a sultry moan before turning around and facing Benny, my hands on my hips.

"So mister. You picked an outfit for me yet?" I ask with a coy smile, looking forward to whatever the Satyr has planned for dear Emily now.