A strip club meeting

"I will think about the practice later" Walter says, not thinking to do this now but to focus on the more important subject, her father.

'She said she'd meet me here...' said Jack, Alison's father, as he looked at the text on his phone. It wasn't from his daughter's number but it was her. She'd sent a selfie and everything. He had doubts as he stood outside a strip club but, fuck it, he thought, she was now 18, a grown-up old enough to be in a strip club. Who was he to tell her no or judge her for it? So, inside he went to find his daughter.

The place smelt like sex. Hot, sticky and delightfully sweaty. Just walking to the bar, Jack began to feel something growing in his pants and a desire forming in his mind. 'Do you know this girl?' He asked the topless bartender. 'Of course, that's Ally. She's just over there.' Jack turned and looked across the floor. His eyes widened in shock as he saw who looked like his daughter in a set of rose-red lingerie.

'Alison?' He mumbled. He couldn't believe it. He had to see for himself. As he got closer, Jack was certain it was his daughter. Sweet Alison, who was also so innocent in his mind.

'Alison?' He asked, tapping her on shoulder. The girl turned around and smiled deviously. She didn't say anything, she just wagged her finger and started walking somewhere more private.