The DJ saves your life

As the waitress makes her approach you keep your eyes on Ashley and Destiny. Destiny has her arm around Ashley who appears to be having a difficult time standing. The voice of the DJ lights up the venue again:

“Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond Classified’s control, Lolita will not be able to come out and meet you. Bad news for all of you, but good news for all of the other amateur dancers tonight! Due to Lolita’s inability to finish out the night her position is forfeit. Maybe we’ll see her next week and she can try again.” The man in the suit is smiling as he collects the large sum of cash Destiny and Ashley had earned, thanks mostly to your daughter’s lewd performance.

“And now, please welcome to the stage your next amateur of the night, Raven!” A dark-haired girl wearing a sailor outfit saunters to the stage by herself while “212” by Azealia Banks starts playing. You wonder why she didn’t need an escort like Ashley?

“Sluts.” You’re startled as the waitress comes up behind you and puts your credit card and drink on the table. She says, “All of these girls who come in here on amateur night are sluts.”

You scribble your signature on the receipt and protest, “I’m sure that’s not true. Some are probably innocent girls looking to make extra dollars.”

She laughs, “Not here! Amateur night is a gold mine for Classified. All those dollars they bring in go to the club and not the dancers. Only one goes home with $200, so all but one is dancing for money and the rest are dancing for free. Probably cause they’re sluts. If they weren’t they’d apply for a job and become professional dancers. They don’t want the money, just the attention.”

You turn your attention to Ashley and Destiny just as they duck into a doorway and out of your view. With Ashley out of the picture you’re feeling much more relaxed, although you are concerned about how she’s going to get home in that state.

The waitress motions to your daughter as she gets carried into the back room. “Look at that one. She shows up here, never having danced before, but already dressed like a whore. As it gets closer to time for her to go on the stage she starts to get stage fright, which often happens on amateur night, so Destiny agrees to help her to the stage when it’s go time and Johnny, the owner, starts giving her shots to loosen her up. And all it takes is a few shots and she’s practically throwing herself on top of one of the guys. It couldn’t have been just the ****, but a desire she keeps bottled up inside. Look how eager she was to let Destiny, ahem, take advantage of her.”

You’re starting to get annoyed by her characterization of your daughter. “She was really drunk. You can’t hold her accountable for her actions. And who are you to talk anyway, you work at a strip club.”

She laughs, “You don’t see me up there, do you? Classified is a family business. My Dad owned it and a couple years ago handed it off to my brother Danny. I work Sundays so he doesn’t have to pay a waitress and we can maximize the profits. Dad’s rule was that I’d never set foot on that stage. Anyway, are you going to get a lap dance from one of the girls or just take up space?”

What a bitch. “I was actually about to leave.”

“Oh, I see, you wanted the drunk girl. Well, come back next Sunday. I’m sure we’ll see her again. Sluts can’t stay away from the stage.” With that she walks away from you.

You look at the whiskey and decide you’re too wound up to stomach it. You’re worried, angry, and frustratingly horny. You head out of the venue and trying not to be noticed scurry to your car.

Staring at the venue you decide to be a responsible father and wait to see how Ashley gets home. You drive around to the back of the venue and find her car. Next you find a spot far enough away to see the back door and her car, but not close enough for Ashley to see you when she leaves. If she tries to drive home as drunk as she is you’ll need to figure out a way to intervene.

As you wait your cell phone lights up. It's a message from your blackmailer:

"Your daughter is quite the lush, John! You must be so very proud. Seeing as you both completed your missions I've destroyed a document. I'll be in touch soon with your next mission."

You let out a deep breath - 11 pieces left. If it wasn't for the fact that your daughter was still drunk inside a strip club you'd probably feel a respite of relief.

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