She finished up her strip tease.

You watch Elsa as she finishes up her performance. You could see the men drooling as she walked away, showing off her beautiful ass.

You are about to leave, but the man who took Elsa's bill walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. You sat next to him.

"John. John Stevenson. What a nice surprise. I'm sorry, but I didn't recognize you in the dark. I never knew you came to places like this." He said. "Wait a minute. Isn't that your daughter. Wow. I don't know what to say, haha. She is a real looker."

You said. "I was hoping to speak to her about this." You look a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, it's a shock, huh. I would love to fuck her and show her how a real man does it. But I'm a happily married man, you know. Just blowing off a little steam, you know. But I can see you're a little pissed off. I would be too if my daughter was a stripper."

You nod. "Yeah. Thanks, Dave. Have a nice evening."

"Yeah. Take care, John." Dave said. "I might give our little Cassidy a little spin." His jest is fucking with your head.

You went over to the door where the strippers walked out to join the floor. Trying to beat all the perverts and old men, that just saw your daughter's pussy, to her.

A burly security guard stood in front of the door. "Whoa, hold up, sir."

"I need to talk to my daughter. Please move." You said.

"Look. I can't let anybody in the dressing room without permission from management."

"My daughter is Elsa. I know this is weird, but I really need to talk with her."

The security guard nods. "okay Elsa. Dad's here." He yelled into the back.

Elsa walks out in the schoolgirl uniform. Your eyes are on her beautiful body. "Dad. I'm sorry, but why are you here?" Her eyes fill with battling anxiety.

"Come on, let's talk about this in the car." You said.

Elsa follows you out, and you can tell that she's a little scared. You open the door for her. You hop into the driver's seat. Your heart is racing, and you're very angry.

"Dad. Please don't yell." Elsa said. Your youngest daughter's words calm your mind, but your heart still beats at the same pace. "I know this looks bad. I just wanted a good paying job."

"And why couldn't you tell me."

"It's not that bad. I can't get a job that pays like this, and I had to have something, dad." Elsa said. "Working at Taco Bell for 12 dollars an hour isn't cutting it. I get paid real good money here."