Julia's Daddy (Caught Stripping) (2 page)

She woke to the shower starting and tried to figure out why she was in Daddy’s bed. “Damn, must have fallen asleep watching the movie.” She stretched, then jumped out of bed and hurried to her room. She had to work today!

She jumped at Daddy’s voice. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Nope.” She smiled back at him, then bent to dig for pants in her dresser. “I’m going out with Miranda today.” She smiled as Daddy grumbled.

“Oh, well, I have that party today. So no worries. Please be careful with Miranda, she’s trouble.”

“I will. Now go get ready for work. Don’t want you to be late.” She grinned back at him again, pulling a pair of jeans from the drawer. He left the room and she changed quickly. Though Miranda said she wouldn’t start until later in the afternoon, she didn’t want to be late.

“Hey, you’re getting dressed today.” Daddy’s playful teasing brought a smile to Julia’s lips.

“Yep.” She slipped out of her shirt and pulled on the cute tank top she’d chosen. Pulling it down over her breasts and belly, she glanced at Daddy. “Need my help?” she asked, noticing him struggling with his tie.

“Yes, please.”

She made her way over to him and straightened the tie, fixed his askew collar and gave him a hug. “I love you, Daddy.”

His arms wrapped around her shoulders. “I love you, baby. Have a good day.” His lips brushed her forehead, and she shivered.

“You okay?” He pulled back, and she nodded.

“Great. I’ll see you tonight, and have fun with your friends.” They walked toward the door together, and he lifted a hand, indicating she go first. A knock at the front door prompted her to hurry down the stairs.

She opened it to Miranda’s bright face. Brilliant blue eyes focused on Julia’s face, and she smiled at her friend before pulling her into a hug.

“Hi!” I thought we could talk about- David!” Miranda’s words ended on a breathless note as she caught sight of Julia’s dad.

“Don’t talk about me, there are better things to focus on.” He winked at Julia and left the house with quick goodbyes.

“You know he knows you’re hung up on him, right?” Julia asked her friend.

“Oh, I hope so. How do you keep yourself contained around him?” Miranda’s eyes followed David’s progress out the window until his car drove out of sight.

“He’s my dad. What did you want to talk about?”

“Your new job. Are you excited?” Miranda sprawled out on the couch, tossing her soft blond locks back over the armrest.

“Yeah, kind of. I haven’t told Daddy, though, so keep your mouth shut.”

“Yeah, like I’d tell your dad I got you a job at a strip club. What was your cover story?”

“Hanging out with you. Not that it matters, he’s going out tonight.” Julia sat on the chair opposite the couch, watching her friend wiggle to get more comfortable.

Miranda sat up fast, and her hair flew forward to frame her face. “Wait, did you find out where he’s going?”

“I’m not going to help you stalk my dad, you perv.” Julia rolled her eyes.

When it came time to leave, Julia’s nerves kicked into overdrive, but Miranda chattered, putting her at ease. Her friend drove, her never ending talk curbing some of Julia’s rising trepidation.

What if Daddy finds out?
Excitement blazed through her.
He’d be ashamed.
The excitement dulled, but only a little. The thrill of doing something so forbidden surged in her, and she enjoyed the high.

They pulled up before
Bottoms Up, and Julia’s excitement kicked up. Her pulse thundered, and she felt faint.

“You sure you want to do this?” Miranda asked.

“Yes. It’s good money, maybe I’ll make enough to help Daddy not lose the house.” She said the words, sensing the truth in them, but Miranda seemed to catch her hesitation.

“He’s not going to find out. And if he did, I doubt he’d flip. You guys have that weird talking thing. I bet he’d listen to you and understand.” Her friend placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, and they made their way in
to the club.

Backstage, Julia gulped while Miranda did her makeup and helped her get dressed. “You’ll do great, you’re beautiful.”  Miranda’s words flowed, and Julia soaked up the comfort, praise and advice.
For the last touch, Miranda tied a black half mask on her face.

“Okay, out you go.” Miranda helped her to the stage door, and Julia hugged her friend before turning to enter the stage.
She took her position at the pole, waiting for the music to start and the lights to go up.

Once they did, she walked around the pole, one hand gripping the smooth metal. She closed her eyes a moment as the lights blinded her. Mo
ving in time to the music, she clasped the pole with her other hand, thrusting her hips toward it in a rhythmic ripple.

With a quick spin, she pressed her spin
e to the steel and slid down then back up, her hands slipping along the length in her most suggestive manner. Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she eased the halter top up over her head and let it dangle by the strings from her finger while she gave a quick shimmy that sent her breasts bouncing and threatening escape from the confines of her bra.

The shirt slipped to the floor and she hooked her thumbs in her pants, her hips tracing slow figure eights in time to the music. Eyes burned into her, but she focused on the lights again, hoping they’d blind her.

Ever so slowly, she worked her pants down. They slipped over her heels, and she turned and bent over to step out of them while giving the audience full view of her ass encased in cute, ruffled pink panties that matched her bra.

She stood, spinning around and grabbed the pole, hooking a leg around it before thrusting into it again, praying she was doing a good job. With a hand on the metal and her leg locked around, she threw her upper body back, then released her hand and hung back.

Shifting her weight, she reached for the metal again and turned once more, facing her audience. Familiar dark eyes met hers, before slowly making their way back down her body and she froze.

Daddy?
That’s what he meant when he said the guys were taking him out?
He doesn’t recognize me with the mask!
And suddenly, the dance took on new flavor, and she let out every bit of pent-up sexual frustration she felt for the man before her. 

His arms uncrossed and he shifted, as if sensing her dance had taken on a new life just for him. He sat forward, elbows on his knees while his eyes traced every inch of her.
She shimmied, then snapped the clasp of her bra, eyes locked on him.

He sat back, crossing his legs as her taut nipples and modest breasts popped into full view. Her back braced on the pole, she writhed, her
hands roaming her flesh, reveling in being able to show him her feelings without his knowledge.

She slid down the pole, her hands running down the top of her closed thighs. When her fingers reached her knees, she spread her legs wide, running her hands back up the insides toward her pussy, damp and excited as she watched his eyes drink in every detail of her
body.

She rose back up as the song ended, running her fingers through her hair. Before she realized what was happening, the mask slipped free and fluttered to the ground before her at the same moment the lights went down.

She held her breath.
Shit, did he see?

Her eyes adjusted and she caught sight of him, on his feet, trembling in fury. Grabbing her clothing, she rushed backstage, terrified.
He saw! Oh, shit, shit, shit! Fuck, he’s going to kill me!

She got dressed backstage and begged Miranda to drive her home quickly. Maybe if she could get back before him and get in bed he’d think he imagined the whole thing. Her heart slammed, and Miranda seemed panicked.

“What happened out there?” her friend asked as they hurried out the back door, the bouncer a step behind.

“Daddy was in the audience!”

“Shit. And you took your mask off?”

“It fell off!” They got in the car and Miranda turned the engine over and stomped the gas.

“It was nice knowing you,” Miranda said, hazarding a glance over at Julia, who glared at her.

“Thanks.
Are you going to hit every fucking red light on the way?” She gripped the door handle so hard her hand and arm hurt, her heart slammed in her ears, terror lapped at her.

“
Yep. And just out of curiosity, when did you notice him?”

“Second verse.”

“Right about when your dance went from amateur to molten?”

“Shut up, Mir. I’m in so much trouble, you have no idea. He looked like he wanted to choke me. Do me a favor, please don’t call me. I’ll call you when I’m not grounded anymore.”

“God, he hates me. Makes him so much sexier.” Miranda pulled up next to the curb of Julia’s house. “Good luck!” As soon as the door shut, she raced off, and Julia sprinted inside. Opening the door, she halted.

“Daddy, I can explain-“

Daddy held up a hand, and she realized something wasn’t right. Adam and Kyle stood beside her father, and all three had crossed arms and angry faces.

“You don’t need to explain.” Daddy’s voice was darker, angrier than she’d ever heard it before. “You want to be objectified? Used for men’s pleasure?” He advanced on her, and she backed against the door.

“It’s not like that, Daddy.” Despite her protest, a dampness invaded the delicate folds between her thighs.

“You watched me the whole time, baby girl. Why?”

“I, uh-“ She pressed her back firmly to the door as he leaned in close, his lips flush with her ear.

“You wanted to tease me, me and everyone else there. Well, Adam, Kyle and I are going to show you what it is to be objectified.” He grabbed her shoulders and dragged her toward the stairs.

“Daddy, what are you-“ A sharp crack across her ass elicited a startled gasp from her lips, and a surge of traitorous fluid between her thighs. Rubbing the stinging handprint, she climbed the stairs without another word, fear welling up in her breast.

She made her way down the hall toward her room, but Daddy grabbed her arm and guided her into his. He and his friends sat
on the bed, staring at her.

“Dance,” daddy said.

“But Daddy…”

“Come here.” His sharp words left no room for argument, and she crossed the room to him. He grabbed her, bent her over his knees and pulled down her pants and panties. She whimpered.

The crack of his hand on her ass and the flash of pain forced a squeal from her lips, but he struck again, again, again, each stinging slap earning a wince, though she bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out any more.

He shoved her off his
lap and she teetered, catching her balance. With trembling hands, she lifted her pants and underwear.

“
Dance
.” The command rolled off his tongue, and she did as she was told this time. Embarrassed, she rocked her hips, moving in time to music only in her head. Their eyes burned into her, and she ignored the excitement building in her.

“
Strip
.” Again, the word was a command.

“Daddy-“

“Do you need another spanking?” His angry voice turned her on, but she shook her head.

With fingers trembling
from arousal this time, she tugged her shirt up over her head, tossing it aside.

“Are you enjoying this?” His voice eased a bit, and she nodded. “You like it when daddy and his friends watch you get naked?”

She nodded again, working the button of her pants before slipping them off slowly, her ass to the men. She bent, swaying her hips back and forth as she stepped out of the jeans. Tossing them clear, she turned.

“Come here.” Daddy motioned her with a finger and she complied. “On your knees.”

She did as she was told. He unzipped his slacks, his impressive cock bursting free. He stroked it a few times, then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down on it. Shocked, she wrapped her lips around him, enjoying the way his fingers tugged at her hair and the rush of moisture between her thighs.

He pushed her down hard, and she took a deep breath, trying not to gag. “Baby, do you like Daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

She nodded, wrapping her fingers around his shaft while focusing on the tip of him. He pulled away, catching her chin in his hand. He tilted her head up so far her neck ached, his eyes shifted back and forth over hers.

“Lia, have you had sex
before?” His stern gaze and flat words warned her not to lie.

She shook her head no, and he released her.

“Get on the bed.” He stood, stripping down. Adam and Kyle followed suit, leaving her the least exposed in her pink ruffled bra and panties.

She crawled up on the bed, icy terror mingling with molten thrill in her blood. Hands clamped on her hips, pulling her back toward the edge of the bed, her ass up, knees under her.
Her panties were tugged toward her knees. Her hands fisted the blankets, seeking purchase as heat penetrated the delicate folds between her legs.