left her body with the money on top of her.

The stripper lays there like a lifeless doll. You stare down at your handiwork. Sweat dripped from your body. Your clothes are completely covered with the stripper's fluids, and the room reeks from the intense sexual aroma. Your balls are spent.

You left her money next to her head and walked away from the pretty, curvy brunette's battered cunt. She is going to have some trouble walking for the next week.

You went looking for your daughter, whom you hadn't seen in almost half an hour. You still don't believe she is working here. You still thought your daughter had a respectable job working at a fast food place.

You went to the bar, and you were quickly greeted by a guy who bought a house from you. You can tell this man is very drunk as he talks with you.

"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 joke is fucking with your head.

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

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 with no underwear. Your eyes are on her beautiful body. "Dad. I'm sorry, but why are you here?"

"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 job."

"And why couldn't you tell me?"

"It's not that bad. I can't get a job, 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."