5 comments/ 151393 views/ 24 favorites Amber's Real Job By: Stargaze I opened my eyes and looked at the digital display on my nightstand. "3:52," read the glowing red numbers. Climbing to my feet I threw my robe on and journeyed to the hallway. A glance to my right was all I needed for my frustration to continue. Amber's door was ajar, just as it had been when I checked it about ninety minutes earlier. Sighing with anticipation, I retreated to my bed, unable to sleep soundly. Pacing momentarily at the foot of my bed I contemplated calling her cellphone, trying to decide if I really wanted to be that 'nervous father' that every teenage girl dreads. It was Amber's third weekend with her new job, a bartending gig she landed part-time to help her with tuition payments. She had told me she would be working late hours, but the bar she worked at closed at three and yet I found that she wouldn't usually be home until after four, sometimes as late as five in the morning. She claimed it takes a while to clean the bar and to "cash-out"; whatever that means. I knew she would probably be home within the hour, and I trusted her as a father should, I just couldn't help feeling uneasy with her being out at such late hours. There were many drunk people on the streets at these hours, and I guess it hasn't been as easy as I thought it would be. I was never this way with my son. When Kevin was this age, he would often stay out all night, not returning until I was leaving for work. For some reason I worried less with him, perhaps because he was a young man. I knew it wasn't fair to her, but she was Daddy's little girl, and I always made sure she was safe. Ever since she got her license two years prior I had become a restless worrier, unable to relax until I knew she had reached her destination. It had taken me a few months to get past my tension with her driving, and now it has seemed to return with this new job of hers. She loves it though and speaks of the tips she makes and the people she has met, so as long as she is happy, I put up with it. I try not to express my concern over the late nights, after all, I have to let my little girl grow up. I guess it's all part of being a father. Maybe I've been a little more over protective since her mother passed away three years ago. Amber is my only girl now, and so I worry. I know she's a big girl and can take care of herself, and it's nights like these when I'm grateful her mother and I enrolled her in Kung-Fu at an early age. Not only has she grown into a beautiful 19 year old woman, she is also an accomplished black belt. So I'm confident she could defend herself if she had to, but I pray she never does. After about twenty minutes of wrestling with the sheets I managed to drift off to sleep again, hoping her door would be closed when I reopened my eyes. ~~~ I awoke to a familiar pulsating beep from my alarm clock. As soon as I opened my eyes and noticed the brightened shades covering the window I hopped from my bed once again and checked the hall. Her door was closed. Comforted by the sight, I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower. While turning on the faucet I couldn't ignore a lingering uneasiness. To calm my ever-growing anxiety I decided to check on her. Wrapped in a towel I went back into the hallway and approached her door. With a soft grip on the knob I twisted and opened it slowly and quietly. Peeking into her room I was a bit surprised with what I saw. Amber was lying face down on her bed with the sheets pulled down below her knees and the comforter lay on the floor beside some scattered clothes. She wasn't wearing a thing. She had often locked her door at night, and although I respected her privacy I had always wondered why she kept it locked. Now I knew her reasoning, like myself she slept nude. Her bare ass was clearly visible from my vantage point, and it looked perfect in every way. Her milky white skin had no tan lines, and her cheeks were small and tight. Her ass looked perfect in every way possible, and suddenly I encountered a sensation that frightened me. Beneath my towel I could feel my cock slowly lifting to attention, aroused by the view. I knew I should close the door, return to my shower and forget I had seen her, I just couldn't. I hadn't seen my little girl naked in about ten years, and her body had changed in so many ways. Her bare back was enough to get any man off, with a few dark freckles sprinkled between her shoulderblades, she looked like an angel without wings. I probably stood in the doorway looking at her for a good five minutes or so. For as badly as I wanted to, I could not tear myself away from this pleasant surprise. As I admired her sleeping, I was suddenly overcome with devilish thoughts. I couldn't believe they were coming to mind, and I fought them with every urge, but was losing fast. I wanted to get closer to her, to study her, to touch her. I knew I wouldn't be able to get away with the latter idea, but then I wondered whether or not I could. Her face was toward the wall, so I only saw the back of her head. Even if she had her eyes slightly open, she would not see me standing there. Plus the sound of her steady breathing coupled with the soft rise and fall of her back told me she was deeply out. I lost my inner battle of hormones, and I found myself slowly and quietly entering her room. I tip toed closer to the bed, my heart racing inside my chest and for a brief moment when her breathing seemed to halt I almost panicked. Trying to keep myself under control I relaxed slightly when her breathing continued. As I approached the bedside I kept my eyes glued to her beautiful ass. I wanted to touch it so badly, I needed to touch it. I didn't let myself. I considered myself lucky enough to get this opportunity, and I had no intentions on ruining it. Just then another thought entered my mind, and I went with it, unable to think rationally. I quietly removed my towel beside the bed. As I stood there naked beside my daughter, my erection was at full attention. I stood closer to her, hoping to touch the head of my dick to her waist. I had no idea what I was doing, or why, all I knew was I was enjoying it. As I leaned my knees on the edge of the mattress I became extremely startled when she suddenly turned her head. I froze. She was still out cold thankfully, but now her closed eyes were facing me, and I feared them opening at any minute. Her mouth was slightly open and I could tell I was over reacting. I remained there, but eased my knees off the bed. Just before thinking I've stayed long enough, I decided to try one more thing. Shifting a few steps to my left, I positioned my cock directly in front of her face. My heart raced in tension as I got closer, and soon I felt her warm breath on my cock. It sent shivers through me like I had never experienced. I inched closer and closer, hoping the tip would touch her lips. I was an inch away when she closed her mouth and out of nowhere her arm flung forward toward her pillow. I tried to pull back in shock, but I couldn't avoid her fingers grazing my cock before they were tucked beneath the pillow under he head. I was literally shaking with nerves as I exhaled the close call, and then I thought about what had just happened. She touched my cock! I knew it was an accident and she would have no idea, but I knew she did and the thought alone was enough to get me off in the shower. I knew I had overstayed my welcome, and I put my towel back on as I looked at her smugged breasts beneath her sleeping body. How I wished she would turn over so I could see those lovely mounds she had developed. I knew she was a heavy sleeper though, and her flipping over could be a few hours. I decided I had seen enough and quietly exited her room, closing the door as quietly as ever when I left. It was only minutes later that I was jacking off in the shower, imagining what I had just seen and done. I couldn't help but thinking about how wrong it was, and I couldn't help get myself off to it. I was very thankful she forgot to lock the door, because had it been locked I would have not fetched the key. After showering and dressing I left for work. Amber would probably sleep until 2pm as she usually did after late work nights, and I would likely be home at that time. ~~~ The rest of the day was uneventful beside the fact that I could not get Amber out of my mind. When I had returned home that afternoon Amber was already showered and dressed and was leaving for a friend's house. "Hey Dad," she said as I found her in the kitchen. She wore a white tank-top with a red bra underneath. Covering her legs were black stretchy pants that covered her ass like nylon skin. As she stood by the fridge retrieving a beverage I couldn't help but stare at it, and try to imagine how it had looked earlier that morning without the material. "Hi sweetie, when did you get up?" I asked. "About an hour ago or so," she said as she turned and faced me. It was like I was noticing her for the first time. Her smooth brown hair complimented her gorgeous hazel eyes. Her soft white skin looked as smooth as satin, and her cleavage was hard to ignore. She had decent sized breasts, like her mother she wore a 34 C bra. I couldn't help undressing her with my mind as I talked to her. "Get in late again?" "Yeah, but I had a good night," she said smiling. "That's good, how much did you make?" I asked. "Oh about a hundred and fifty," she said. "Wow, maybe I should bartend!" I said surprised. "I don't think you'd be good at it Daddy, no offense," she said. "Oh no? Why not?" I asked with a smirk. "Well, you could get tempted," she said. She was right, and I knew it. When her mother died I went into a depression for a few weeks and during this time I became rather dependant on alcohol. Amber and Kevin were the ones really responsible for my recovery. Kevin drove me to rehab every week, and Amber made sure I stayed sober. I wouldn't have been able to do it without them, and now I was sober for twenty eight months and counting. I have not stepped foot into a bar either, and for that reason I have not seen Amber at work. "I think I'd be able to control myself," I said. "I don't know about that Daddy," she said un-offensively. "Well, maybe I shouldn't tend bar, but I'd at least like to come by the bar one of these nights to see my little girl in action," I said. "Dad, that's not a good idea," she said losing her smile quickly. "Why not?" I asked. "Cause Daddy, I have a lot of friends there and it would be weird if my dad showed up." Feeling slightly hurt by her comment, I knew she didn't mean anything by it. "It's not like I would stay long, you wouldn't even know I was there!" I said. "Dad, please don't, I just started, you may make me nervous," she said. "How can I make you nervous? I just want to see my baby working," I said, now feeling a bit insulted. "Daddy, just give me a few more weeks to get better at it, and then I'll tell you when to come, OK?" she asked. I couldn't imagine why she was so concerned with me showing up at her job, but I didn't want to make her upset so I agreed. "Thanks Daddy," she said as she kissed me softly on the lips before she put her glass in the sink. "When do you work again?" I asked as she headed for the doorway. "Friday and Saturday nights," she said. "OK, see you later hunny, be careful," I said as she headed out. After she left I sat in the kitchen for a while thinking about her conversation. Amber and I had always been very close, and she was never ashamed to introduce me to any of her friends. She liked to consider me her "other best friend" sometimes to her girlfriends. I couldn't imagine who she was keeping me from meeting at the bar. I also realized that the entire time we were talking I kept looking at her ass, I hope she didn't notice. ~~~ The following days passed quickly, and each night I was tempted to return to Amber's room. On Wednesday night I even went so far as to try the doorknob, and was dissapointed to find it locked as I had expected. I couldn't help but thinking of her nude body lying on the bed on the opposite side of this stubborn barrier between us. I wanted desperately to open the door, but I refrained and went to my room to masturbate and help get my mind off it. Thursday night I cracked. After trying the knob, I found myself rummaging through the junk draw in the kitchen at two in the morning in search of the key. I was about to give up when I found it. Excited like it was Christmas morning, I double-timed it up the stairs to her door. Wearing a pair of gymshorts this time I slowly worked the little allen wrench type key into the hole and turned. I felt the lock release, and again my heart raced. I couldn't help thinking of her sitting on her bed on the other side, watching the knob unlock. Getting ready to scream at me for intruding on her privacy. I faced my fears and slowly opened the door. Her room was much darker this time than it had been last and it was difficult to make her out at first, but I did. Dissapointment flooded my body as I found her tucked beneath her sheets, only her bare shoulders exposed. I toyed with the idea of softly pulling her sheets down, but I knew it could be fatal to our relationship if she awoke. I decided against it and closed the door making sure to relock it. Friday came and I went to work as usual. When I returned I found a note on the table from Amber. Dad, I am eating dinner at Brittany's tonight, see you tomorrow, love you. Amber "I guess I'm eating alone again," I said to myself as I headed for the freezer to find something. Suddenly I was stricken with an idea. I figured since I didn't want to cook for just myself, I would go out and grab a bite and a movie. And I contemplated breaking my promise and stopping in at O'Shea's to see Amber work. I headed for the mall. After having dinner by myself, and feeling rather lonely, I decided I'd skip the movie. I wandered around the mall for a bit looking at all the young girls loitering the walkways, and dressed to impress. Some of them were probably only fourteen, and yet they could pass for Amber's age. It was amazing how times had changed, and I couldn't help but feel a bit aroused when I saw them. No wonder there are pedifiles I thought to myself. As I walked I couldn't help reconsidering my plan to spy on Amber. But even as I thought about aborting it, I kept replaying what she had said earlier in the week. "Dad, please don't, I just started, you may make me nervous," I didn't understand this explanation at all, and it bothered me. If there was something she was keeping from me, I needed to know, for her own safety. I decided on going to the bar, but before I did I thought about how I could keep myself from being spotted. As juvenile as it sounded to me, I found a Halloween store on the second floor and asked if they had any disguises. Never revealing my motive, a nice girl at the counter set me up with a realistic moustache and facial hair. I decided against a wig, because they all looked rather ridiculous. Instead I stopped by the sporting goods store and picked up a baseball cap. I couldn't help but feeling guilty doing this, but curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I felt these steps were necessary to be a protective father. At least that's what I told myself. In the restroom at the mall I applied the fake hair to my face. The glue was surprisingly strong, and I momentarily feared it'd leave a mark when I needed to remove it. Luckily the bathroom remained empty as I applied the disguise. I didn't want to have to explain my actions to a man who happened to walk in on me putting on a false goatee. After pulling the tags off the hat I looked at myself in the mirror. Although it looked real, I didn't feel confident enough that I wasn't recognizable, so keeping the hair on, I left the bathroom in search of an optical store. I bought myself an inexpensive pair of non-prescription glasses. After finding a mirror I was satisfied with my appearance. I left the mall and headed for O'Shea's. When I pulled into the lot I had second thoughts. What if she DID recognize me? I thought uneasily as I stared at the pub through the windshield. I sat there for a minute or two thinking over a gameplan as I watched young twenty-somethings make their way in and out. I looked at myself in the mirror again. I knew I didn't look my age. Instead of fourty two, I believed I could pass for thirty at least. I decided to stop waiting and just to go. Entering the bar I was surprised at how packed it was in there. Wall to wall people stood holding glasses of beer and other mixed drinks. Nobody gave me a second look, and with this I grew confidence. My eyes were drawn to the bar almost immediately, and I saw two bartenders waiting on several customers. Many of them sitting on stools just having conversations while others tried to squeeze between them to order more drinks. The bartenders wore black t-shirts that had the pub's logo on the upper left breast. One of them was a female with blonde hair thrown up into a pony-tail, and the other was a tall man with short black hair and very muscular. They both looked extremely busy and didn't notice me. I had originally decided to keep a low profile by hanging out in the back, but since I didn't see Amber at the bar, I ventured closer. Pushing through the crowd I couldn't help but feel the urge for a drink. Amber had been correct in this assumption, but I was confident I could buy a beer without getting addicted. I finally made it to the bar and waited for attention. I kept peering around to see if there were any waitresses bring drinks to the table in the back. There were. I noticed a short girl with wavy hair bringing a tray of long necks to a booth of people by the wall. I noticed another girl on the other side doing the same thing. I still did not see Amber. "What can I get for ya?" the blonde girl behind the bar suddenly shouted. "Can I get a Coors Light?" I asked projecting my voice over the crowd. "Draft or bottle?" she said. "Bottle," I chose quickly looking around the room again. The waitress quickly returned with my cold beer and told me the price. "Hey, is Amber here?" I asked. "What? Amstel?" she said trying to make out what I said. "No, AMBER, is she working tonight?" I shouted over the crowd. "We don't have an Amber here," she said as she made change for me. "Are you sure?" I asked her. "Yes, quite sure," she said looking annoyed, "look, I'm busy," she said. "Yeah, OK, sorry," I said taking my beer and leaving her two bucks. Where the fuck is she? I wondered feeling both foolish and angry. I remained at the bar for about another ten minutes or so finishing my beer. It tasted very invigorating, but I was confident I would not buy another. Before leaving I had to ask someone else. I asked one of the waitresses if they knew her, and she gave me the same answer as the bartender. I was getting very upset. I left the bar shortly after and drove home trying to think if I had the right bar. I knew I did, it just didn't make sense. Amber had never lied to me her entire life, and she entrusted me with many secrets. Why would this suddenly change? I needed to ask her. When I got home I found it difficult to go to bed. My little girl was out somewhere and I had no idea if she was alright. I couldn't relax, and I tried her cellphone. No answer. I wasn't surprised and I hung up before leaving a message. Where is she? I kept thinking to myself as I thought of the people at the bar not knowing who she was. I went into the den and turned on my computer. I wasn't ready to retire for the night before killing one more curiosity. On the internet I found listings for two different O'Shea's Pubs. I could have sworn she told me she worked in Glenn Dale, but it could have been College Park. I picked up the phone, and called the number listed. After many rings, someone finally picked it up. The man was shouting over a racious crowd in the background, "O'SHEAS," he said. Amber's Real Job Ch. 02 Several weeks went by, and not once did I bother Amber about the bar. Having used my disguise on numerous occasions now to see Amber at the club, I no longer cared that she was lying to me about her profession. As a well known repeat customer of "Christine", I had created myself an alias and was known at the club by a false name. In a way I felt like I was living a double life, but at the same time my daughter was as well. Of course I went through a lot of money in the process, but I liked to look at it as a beneficial way of paying for my daughter's college tuition. At twenty bucks a pop, she was making money to pay for school, and I was getting incredibly erotic dances from my little girl. It was a win-win situation. The latest dance I had was probably one of the most erotic. Christine, as Amber was known at the club invited one of her girlfriends into the back room with us, and I was treated to an incredible experience. The other girl was known as 'Ginger' and she was gorgeous. About five foot seven with long platinum blonde hair, she was thin with B cup breasts and perfect pink nipples. When we had gotten into the private booth Ginger and Christine (Amber) did a number on me. Ginger strattled me backwards, facing Amber. Ginger rested her head on my shoulders and blew softly on my neck as Amber came up to sandwich her. With a devilish grin, Amber looked me in the eyes as she undid her top, then Gingers. Then she pushed herself against Ginger and humped her aggressively. My shaft was rock hard and pressed firmly against my jeans, and Ginger's ass. Amber looked at me again flirtatiously before meeting lips with Ginger. From my angle it was difficult to see everything, but it was obvious they were making out. The sight drove me wild. I had never imagined my daughter was into girls like that. After the kiss Amber worked her way down and began sucking on Gingers breasts, all the while keeping her eyes on me. It was unbelievable. Finally Amber got down to Ginger's gold bikini bottom and pulled it off her, releasing her own plaid dress in the process. Both girls were nude now and just getting started on me. Ginger had gotten up and each girl took a leg to ride. Both girls took turns almost rubbing their tits in my face as they fucked my pockets. Over the weeks I had been coming to see Christine, she had began to allow me to rest my hands on her upper thighs, and sometimes even let me get away with part of her ass. With both girls on me I had a palm resting against each of their bare cheeks as they worked together to destroy me. I usually don't get off during one of these dances, but this one in particular was getting me very close. Suddenly Amber and Ginger turned to each other and started kissing again. I could see my little girl's tongue playing with Gingers as they made out in front of me, and it was too much for me to take, and I exploded in my jeans. Apparently Ginger took notice as she smiled at me slyly, like she had accomplished her mission. When the dance was over I couldn't request another. Although it was dark in there, I was sure there was a wet stain on my pants and I felt uncomfortable; incredible yet uncomfortable. When I drove home that night about a quarter to two in the morning, I couldn't help replay the scene in my head. I wasn't sure if Ginger was a girl my daughter was actually friends with, or if she was some girl that works there who just teams up with others to create an incredible dance. All I knew was the experience was unlike anything I had ever had, and I couldn't wait to repeat it. A week had passed since the latest dance with the girls, and I was eagerly looking forward to another weekend of 'giving Amber some money.' I was well aware she wasn't keeping every dollar I was paying her, but I also knew she was doing very well for herself. She was wearing new clothes and wasn't having trouble with her car payments any more. Of course from time to time I reminded her to put her money toward school, but she assured me the payments were being made. I noticed a slight change in our relationship over the past few weeks as well. We still got along very well, but Amber seemed to be nice to me lately, and sometimes even a bit flirtatious. I tried to put the possibility out of my mind, so I wouldn't return the flirt and perhaps weird her out. But the more time we spent together at home, the stranger it became. She would never say anything provocative to me, but it was just in her body language I guess. She was more easy going around the house. I would often find her wearing t-shirts around the house without a bra on underneath. Her perky nipples were easily detected pressing against the fabric most of the time, and I never questioned it. Why would I? I would notice her walk from the bathroom to her bedroom wearing only a towel lately, whereas in the past she would always bring a change of clothes in with her before her shower. Even one time she came into my bedroom wearing only her jeans and a bra, asking me what if I had seen one of her shirts. I wasn't sure what was causing all these changes, but the more I got to see of her, the more I enjoyed her new behavior. The strangest of all of them however happened about 2 weeks ago when I was doing another morning inspection of her room. She had left her door unlocked. I assumed she had simply forgot to lock it like she had the first time I stumbled into her room one morning, but I soon found her door unlocked every night thereafter. I was nervous at first that she had discovered my prowling one night when she wasn't quite asleep. But normal behavior would predict her waking up and yelling at me, or possibly even jarring the door closed with something. Instead I found her door unlocked, and in some cases not even completely closed! I made a daily habit of checking her room every morning after she danced, in hope I would get lucky. On several occasions I did, finding her laying completely nude on the bed with the sheets on the floor. A few times I even found her on her back, giving me a full frontal view of her. I never dared again to touch her in fear I would ruin an incredible thing. So I would just stand there and look at her for several minutes, sometimes stroking my cock as I did. It was a habit that was becoming hard to break; not that I was really trying. When Friday night came everything changed. I made it to the club as usual that night, and found a spot at the stage as I usually did. Enjoying a beer and with a fist full of singles in my pocket, I was fully prepared for another night of Amber performing. When Amber came on stage I got excited, she was by far my favorite dancer for obvious reasons, but I also believed she was one of the most talented. After working the poles for a song she stripped off her school girl outfit and gave the guys much more than their dollars could possibly buy. When she came around retrieving the money from the guys teeth with her tits, she changed her position when she got to me. Sitting on the stage in front of me, she lifted each of her legs up and rested them on my shoulders. With a flirtatious grin she looked me in the eyes and said, "Behave." She inched her body closer to me, as my eyes locked on her beautiful pussy lips only inches from my face. I could almost smell her juices as she clasped her legs together and took the dollar from me. Every guy around was hooting and hollering in approval and sheer jealousy as she did this, and I couldn't help getting flush in the face with all the attention. After Amber's dance I got extra excited when Ginger took the stage, although there was no dollar take with her. When I ran out of singles I sat away from the stage to let other guys have a front row, and I worked on my second beer. I had brought sixty dollars for dances that night, and I was planning on spending them all on Amber. As I sat there turning down girls who offered me a dance, I saw Amber being taken back stage by an older gentleman. This had bothered me immensely at first, but over the previous visits I had gotten used to it, and tried to think they weren't getting half the show she gives me. Then suddenly out of nowhere Ginger approached me. "Hey there, remember me?" she said smiling. "How could I forget?" I said happily. "Would you like another dance?" she asked. "With Christine?" "How about one with just me this time," she said. I thought about it quickly, and decided to do it. Amber was the only person I accepted dances from, but Ginger had really done a number on me last time with the double dance, and I thought I'd love to get a one on one with her. We went to the back room, where Ginger immediately stripped. As she grinded her naked body on me I found myself growing ever so hard once again. She was amazing, and almost had me cumming within the first minute. She stood up at one point almost rubbing her pussy in my face as she teased me, it was definitely an amazing dance, and the minutes flew by. I gave her one of my twenties without regret. A few minutes later I was back in the main room and looking for Amber. She apparently was having a busy night, and I was hoping she would get to me before I was tempted to spend another twenty. After about another thirty minutes Amber found me, and didn't even need to ask. "You ready for me?" she said. "I've been ready since yesterday," I said to her with a huge grin. When we went in the back the dance started the usual way. Amber asked me to untie her knot, and I did without nerves. My daughter's tits never looked so good as I detected a hint of glitter on them as she began working her body on me. Her skirt was gone quickly and she strattled me tightly. As she rubbed her bare pussy against the crotch of my jeans she looked to be really into it, more so than ever. She grinded against me for about a minute or two silently as always, and then suddenly she spoke. "You like me?" she said. It was the first time she ever talked during her dance. "Yes... yes," I said nervously, unsure what to say. "Would you like to touch me?" she asked looking as if she was enjoying this more than me, if that was possible. "Are you serious?" I asked. 'Would you like to touch me?" she repeated. "Yes," I said. "Go ahead then," she said. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes, I am, touch me," she said. I wasn't going to ask again for permission. I nervously took my hands from her sides and placed them on her beautifully round tits. "MMMMMMM," she said as I squeezed them softly. I couldn't believe she was letting me do this, and I couldn't remove my hands from her chest if I tried. Rubbing my fingers over her erect nipples she moaned each time. I could have done it forever, but then I was completely stunned by her next line. "Would you like to kiss me?" she said. I couldn't speak, I was in too much shock. I simply nodded my head. The next thing I knew she was planting her lips on mine, and I felt her tongue invading my mouth. It was the most incredible experience yet as my tongue met hers and we shared a deeply passionate kiss. The entire time I couldn't help thinking I was making out with my daughter! After our kiss I completely let go and didn't care about getting tossed out. I took her breasts and kissed and sucked on each one. She didn't stop me and threw her head back in enjoyment. I feasted on her tits as the second song came to and end. "I'll give you another twenty if we can continue right now," I said quickly. "Don't worry about it," she said as her tongue dove into my mouth once again. Our thrusting became intense as she bounced up and down on my covered cock. My hands found her ass and squeezed it tightly as she rocked on me. That's when the most incredible sentence came from her lips. "Ohhh, I want you to fuck me," she said. I didn't know what to say, all I said was, "Can I?" "Not here," she said. I wanted to ask where, but we started kissing again. Our kiss didn't break until the second song ended once again. When we finally came up for air I had already came but didn't care. I wanted to go for it again, but she reluctantly told me she had to be seen on the floor or someone would come find her. I understood, and regretfully picked her skirt off the floor and gave it to her. I stood there watching her dress and she smiled at me, a similar smile I had recently witnessed at home. I wanted to ask her where we should meet, when we should. I wasn't sure if she was serious about wanting to fuck me, so I kept my lips sealed. I turns out it didn't matter, because she had one more HUGE line for me. "You're amazing," I said as we prepared to head back to the main room. "You are too Daddy," she said. My eyes widened immensely and my mouth fell open in shock. Her grin was wide as she winked at me and then disappeared into the crowd. I stood there motionless for a good minute until a bouncer told me I had to clear the path. I don't remember leaving. I drove home that night completely stunned. When did she see through my costume? When did she figure it out? I couldn't comprehend the fact that she knew it was me, and what had me most baffled was that she didn't care! She asked me to touch her. Asked me to kiss her. The secret was over. She knew I was coming to see her every weekend, and instead of freaking out, with this being MUCH more of a secret to keep than bartending, she instead embraced it in everyway I wouldn't expect! As I made my way home I kept wondering if she would have eventually told me, and allowed me to come watch her one night. I wondered how that would have been, walking into the strip club with her permission for me to see her up there naked. That's when I realized that she had already given me her permission in a way. She began unlocking her door at night, basically allowing me to see her nude. My stomach tensed up. She must know I was coming into her room! But when? I wondered as I pulled into the driveway and then into the garage. Millions of thoughts were flooding my mind. Did she like the fact that I watched her sleep? Was she aware of the first night, when I tried to touch her? My mind drifted from the unanswered to the known. My daughter had engaged me in a kiss like no-other, fully aware that I was her father. I could think of nothing but her. When I got into my room, I got ready for bed, knowing full well I was going to have to get myself off at least once before pretending to sleep. I took a long shower, re-living the night in my mind over and over again. When I shut off the water I dried off and wrapped myself in a towel. As I left the bathroom I noticed something that made my heart leap. Amber's door was shut!! Unsure if it had been open when I got in the shower, I began to question my memory. My nerves kicked into gear wondering if I was imagining things. I went to the window at the end of the hall and looked out. There I saw Amber's car parked under the street light. I feared the worst. She had horribly regretted her actions and come home upset, or perhaps she was caught letting me touch her and was fired! I felt horrible, and wasn't sure if I should disturb her. I had no idea what to say. I stood outside her door like on many other occasions, contemplating if I should enter. I eventually decided to face my fears and see if she was ok. When I opened the door, my life changed completely. Amber was sitting on her bed, fully nude with a broad smile on her face. "What took you so long?" she said. I just smiled and looked at her unsure if I was in a dream. "Well? Are you going to fuck me?" she said, "I told you we couldn't do it there!" I didn't hesitate a moment and dropped my towel to the floor. Climbing on her bed I lied on top of her and kissed her passionately. Her skin felt like silk on mine, and her scent was invigorating. I wasted no time in lining my cock up with her jewel and slowly pressing it in. "MMMMMMMM," she moaned as I pushed my shaft within her. It was now the most incredible feeling ever. Her amazing tits were mine to enjoy now, and she still had the glitter on them. I took her nipples into my mouth one by one as I thrusted her this time with nothing between us. "Ohhhhhhh!" she squealed as I pumped her harder. I found her tongue again, and almost swallowed it as we kissed, squeezing her soft tits as hard as possible. As I fucked her I couldn't believe what had transpired. Only weeks ago I was sneaking into her room for a glimpse of some skin, now I was fucking my daughter with her full approval! It was ecstasy in every sense of the word. "Fuck me Daddy!! Fuck me!!!" she screamed as I impaled her with every remaining ounce of energy I had. We went at it for about five minutes as the surrealness of the moment brought me over the edge. "Ohhhhhh fuck!!" she screamed as she dug her nails in my back. As I felt her tense up, I let myself go and pumped jets of my cum inside her, eventually collapsing on top of her. It was the most incredible sex I had ever had, or probably will ever have. We spent the next few minutes embracing naked on her bed, not saying a word, when finally she broke the silence. "Surprised?" she said. I just started to laugh, which made her laugh as well. "Whatttt?" she said. "What exactly are you referring to, I'm quite surprised about a lot of things right now," I said still giggling. "That I'm a stripper," she said. "Well, yeah I was at first, but I think this kind of blows that away," I said. She started cracking up and said, "Well, yeah I guess it does, I'm sorry, I was just really horny tonight." "YOU were horny?" I asked in a half laugh, she laughed too. "So you give this treatment to all your regulars?" I joked hoping she would say no. "Of course not!" she said in humorous appalled nature, " this treatment is only for you Daddy," she said. "When did you know?" I asked. "When did I know what?" she asked. "That it was me, at the club," she said. "I always knew," she said. "YOU DID??" I said in shock. "Of course," she said, "I must admit I wasn't sure at first, but when you came up to the stage I knew immediately." "So the disguise didn't fool you?" I asked. "PLEASE Daddy, I can't believe you actually thought it would!" she chuckled. "So you weren't angry with me for coming to see you?" I asked. "No, not at all," she said, "I was afraid you'd disown me if you knew!" she said. I could understand that. "How'd you find me?" she asked. "I followed you the first night," I said. "I guess I just had to know, you know I really thought you were a bartender," I said. She just laughed. "Wow Dad, I would never of suspected. Following me with disguises and all!" she laughed. I laughed too, "Well, I was just worried, you know." "Yeah, I'm sorry about that Daddy, but I wasn't sure how you'd react to this," she said, "but apparently you seem to like it." I laughed, "Yeah, apparently." "Does Ginger know who I am?" I asked out of the blue. She laughed, "Yeah, I told her, she thinks it's hot." "You told her I was your father?!?" I said stunned. "Yeah, so what?" she said, "she's cool with it." "How well do you know her?" I asked. "Why? You want her to join us?" she joked as she giggled. I was stunned into silence and could only mutter, "Err" "I'm only kidding Daddy, her name is Brie and she goes to school with me," she said. I quit the questions about Brie and the club and we settled into another long silence. I had no idea whether or not Amber wanted this to be a one time thing or not, but I wasn't going to ask her. I figure I might as well play this out and see where it goes, seriously hoping she wouldn't regret this in the morning. As she began falling asleep next to me, she said one more thing that made me forget my doubts. Amber's Real Job Ch. 02 "I love you Daddy." "I love you too hunny," I said, feeling like the luckiest man on Earth. Amber's Real Job "Hi, could you tell me if Amber is there?" I asked. "SPEAK UP, I CAN'T HEAR YA," the man shouted. "IS AMBER THERE?" I raised my voice. "HEY MACK I HAVE A LOT OF PEOPLE HERE, I CAN'T PAGE PEOPLE," he replied. "SHE WORKS THERE," I said anxiously. "I GOT NO AMBER HERE DUDE," he said. "ARE YOU SURE??" I asked. "PRETTY DAMN SURE SINCE I'M THE MANAGER," he said with an attitude before hanging up the phone. "FUCK!" I yelled to myself when I heard the click on the receiver. I was furious with her. It was the first time I felt any anger toward my daughter since she was probably about fourteen and she was cutting classes in school. How dare she make me worry like this! I thought as I marched back into my room trying to fetch another idea out of my worried skull. There were none. It took me a good hour or so to unwind and trust in her that wherever she was, and whatever she was doing, that she would return tonight late as usual, but safe. I would deal with her in the morning. After a glass of wine, I finally relaxed enough to fall asleep, and somehow slept through the night. ~~~ I awoke to my alarm that I forgot to shut off for Saturday. It was eight o'clock and I checked the hallway. Her door was once again closed, she was home. Although the closed door should have been enough to tell me she was alright, I felt it necessary to use the key again to check on her. There was also that familiar devil on my shoulder taunting me to do it. I slowly opened the door a third time, and was greeted with a similar view from the first night I had peeked. She was again lying face down on the bed, her bare back was beautiful in the filtered daylight slipping through the blinds. But her ass was covered by the sheets this time. Those damn sheets I found myself thinking. I was very tempted to move them, but once again, I let them be and exited the room. In the kitchen as I ate breakfast I thought about how I would word it. I never yelled at my daughter before, because I simply didn't believe in it. She respected me for many reasons, and one of those was my ability to remain quiet when I was upset with her. I wasn't about to shout now. When she got up a few hours later I was just coming in from raking leaves on the front lawn. I found her in the living room in sweats and a t-shirt looking unshowered with messy hair and a tired face, but as beautiful as ever. "Good morning Daddy," she said to me with a smile. "Mornin hun," I said back without one. "Is everything alright Dad?" she asked diverting her attention from the television. "Well, maybe you could tell me that," I said. "Huh?" she asked. "Can you tell me why nobody at O'Shea's knows who you are?" I asked retaining a steady tone. "YOU WENT THERE?!?" Amber shouted in shock. Deciding to lie to protect the trust we kept between us I replied, "No, I called there asking for you, and I was told you didn't work there." "Who did you speak too?" she asked. "What does it matter? I would like to think everyone in a bar knows their co-workers," I said. "Are you sure you called the right one?" she asked. "I called both of them Amber," I said sternly. "Did you speak with Drake?" she asked. "Who's Drake?" I asked. "He's the weekend manager, he would have put me on the phone," she said. "Wait, wait..." I said feeling suddenly foolish, "first of all, which location do you work at." "Glenn Dale Dad, I told you that!" Amber said looking visually upset. "Does Drake work the bar?" I asked. "Yeah...what does that matter?" she asked confused. Glenn Dale was the bar I had visited. Now I knew that she was either lying convincingly, or that I simply didn't see her in the crowded room. Suddenly I wished I would have asked the man behind the bar instead of the woman. "Alright hunny, alright," I said. "Look I'm sorry, when I heard they didn't know who you were, I just got worried, that's all," I said. "You shouldn't be calling me at work anyway Dad, I'm very busy, and half the people there don't know the other people, they all work part-time like me!" "OK, OK," I repeated, "I'm sorry." "What were you calling me for anyway?" she asked. "Oh, it wasn't important," I said when I couldn't make something up on the spot. "Hey, I just have one more question hunny and I'll leave you to your show," I said. She just looked at me waiting for it. "What do you do there? Do you tend the bar or do you just run the drinks to people?" I asked. "Daddy, I told you I'm a BARTENDER," she said sarcastically." "You're right, that's right, OK, I was just wondering," I said holding back the unsettling feeling in my stomach that told me my daughter was lying to me. For the remainder of the day I didn't see much of her. She left around two to hang out with some friends and returned for dinner before leaving for work. As I was cleaning the table in the kitchen Amber raced into the room wearing a denim jacket with a red stop underneath. "Well, I'm off Daddy, I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she kissed me on the lips. "Hey hun, don't you have a shirt you have to wear there or something?" I asked. "Um...yeah," she said uneasily before saying, "I leave mine at work, you know cause it smells of liquor." "Oh, that's a good idea," I said accepting the fib. She smiled and headed for the door. "See you later Dad," she said as she departed. The second the door was closed I dropped everything I was doing and bolted for the closet in the foyer. Grabbing a black leather jacket I quickly made my way into the garage and pulled the car keys from my pocket. I started the car hastily and almost hit the automatic garage door as I reversed rapidly. As I backed into the street I saw her tail lights at the stop sign down the street. I hit the button to close the garage and I followed after her. Keeping about a five car distance at all times, I was grateful for the cover of night. I doubted Amber would think I was following her, but she was unlikely to recognize my car by the headlights in her rearview mirror. Still, I didn't get too close. After exiting the highway in Glenn Dale I began feeling rather paranoid when she headed in the direction of O'Shea's. For a moment or two I thought about our conversation earlier, and started to second guess myself. Maybe she was on a break I thought. Perhaps they really didn't know who the co-workers were. Still, I followed her. For a brief period I panicked when I lost track of which pair of tail lights were hers. The set that I had been following was several cars ahead of me now, and I was worried I may have lost her somewhere and was following the wrong car. Just then the car went through a yellow light, and I was forced to cut someone off and run the red to stay with it. I was very lucky there wasn't a cop at the intersection, or even a car on the cross street trying to jump the green. After a few more blocks I passed O'Sheas and I started to feel confident with my scheam. If I was still following the right car, she definitely wasn't going to the bar. Or that bar anyway. Trying to keep close to avoid another traffic light incident I was within 2 car lengths of her and I could read the license plate. It was her, she had been lying. Getting anxious to see where this chase was taking me, I finally got an answer. After another two right turns the car pulled into a lot that was adorned with a large neon sign that read, "Emerald Gentleman's Club." When I read the sign two thoughts entered my mind immediately, either she didn't want to tell me she tended here, or she did something much different, and if she wasn't doing something other than pouring drinks, I was going to be severely upset with her. I slowed my car dramatically as I entered the lot, allowing her to find a spot without seeing me come in behind her. I found a spot in the rear of the lot undetected and watched her walk in a back entrance. I wasn't sure what to do, I was completely surprised and I felt myself welling up with anger. After sitting in my car for several minutes I decided I had my answer and I knew I couldnt just walk in there and demand she leave. So I left the lot and headed home. When I got home I cleaned the remainder of the mess I had left while constantly thinking about the situation. What does she do there? was all I could think about. I kept hope alive that the main reason she didn't want to tell me where she worked was because of where it was, but my better instinct told me that was most likey not the case. I knew there was a good chance my baby was dancing for perverted men, and the thought sickened me. The more I thought about it however, the more found myself thinking about her in her bedroom. I had peeked into her room several times in the past week hoping to get another glimpse of the beautiful body I had seen that first morning. Now I knew there was a good chance she was displaying that body, the body I had fantasized about, on a stage for men to gawk at. Extremely perplexed with this new perspective on it, I found myself actually getting excited about it. If strangers were getting to see my little girl, I definitely deserved to! I spent the next twenty minutes or so changing my clothes and applying the disguise I had bought the previous night. When I was satisfied with my appearance I departed for the club. When I arrived back at Emerald I was comforted with the sight of the crowded lot. I needed a good crowd like O'Sheas to keep my cover. As I made my way to the entrance I felt a nervous tension in my stomach. I didn't know how she would react if she recognized me, and I knew it could seriously jeopardize the bond we shared. I also knew that either way I was going to have to have a serious talk with my daughter about her choice of occupation. When I walked in I was greeted by a large man who charged me a nominal cover charge. After passing him I entered a large room that had green neon lights running along the walls. In the center of the room was an island bar with two very attractive women tending it while wearing tight fitting black shirts. Neither of them was Amber. To the right in the back of the room there was a stage with a woman dancing on it. The woman was clad in only a thong as she held one leg against a silver pole in the middle of the stage. The room was packed with many men who varied in age and dress. I blended right in. At one table in the corner were two young guys, probably in their early twenties with two females who appeared too drunk to know what was going on, apparently their girlfriends. As I found a seat about ten feet from the stage I was immediately approached by a waitress. She was wearing a similar tight, low cut top as the bartenders, but with short ass hugging shorts and long stockings. "Can I get you something?" she asked with a nice smile. I ordered a beer on draft and she departed to the bar. As I took a look around the room I noticed several hot women walking around and making small talk with the men. They were all dressed differently, but all of them weren't wearing very much. One had a golden bra on, another was dressed in a teddy like outfit. They were apparently working the room, asking for dances. My eyes were peeled for Amber. After about five minutes or so I was served my beer and I was watching another young vixen strip on the stage by the name of "Sheela" according to the announcer. She was beautiful, thin and had smaller breasts than Amber, but intoxicating just the same. She came out in a hot pink bikini and matching thong. After spending a good song twirling on the pole, she began the second one by removing her top. She had beautiful tits, and I felt myself getting an erection as I watched her. Halfway through the song she was lying on her back and with the heel of her stilletos, she pulled the small thong off her long legs. The crowd was getting into it and I was equally impressed. I wasn't aware it was a fully nude club until now. Suddenly the nervous tension grew within me again. Where's Amber? I thought to myself. Was she one of the strippers? Or perhaps a waitresses I hadn't seen yet. Although the father in me was hoping she was a waitress, the new brain I had developed earlier in the week was hoping something else. As the song ended Sheela made her way to the front of the stage and picked up the many dollars that were being handed to her, taking many from the men with her cleavage. As she made her way off the stage I heard another dance song begin and the announcer came on once more. "OK everyone, let's give it up for sexy Christine. As several people clapped I saw her come out. From behind a curtain came Amber onto the stage, wearing a white collared shirt that was unbuttoned but tied in the front by a knot. She also wore a plaid school girl skirt and stilletto shoes. Several whistles were heard through the crowd as Amber made straight for the pole and impressively mounted it and flipped herself upside down. I was stunned! I had no idea my little girl had that sort of talent. While upside down her skirt fell just slightly, but not enough to get a look at what she wore underneath. I felt myself becoming excited and anxious for the song to end, knowing the patern now. When the first song finally came to an end and the second began Amber was back on her feet. With a flirtatious look to the men in the front row she turned her back on us and untied the knot. I felt my heart racing as she slowly revealed her shoulders to us, then dropped the shirt slowly to the floor revealing her bare back. The same gorgeous back I had seen nights before sleeping in her bed. Then with one rapid twist she spun around giving us all an incredible look at her bare breasts. Her tits were absolutely stunning, unlike any I had ever seen before. I watched her intently unaware of the woman that was now sitting on my lap. I felt her breath in my ear, and then a soft, "Would you like a dance?" I glanced at her quickly just noticing her. She was very attractive, with long blonde hair and impressive D sized tits. She wore a sliver sequent top and she smelled like a sweet perfume. "No thanks, not now," I said automatically, my eyes still glued to my daughter stutting around the stage and now working the pole topless. The woman apparently noticed my gaze and said, "I see you like Christine." "Umm..yeah," was all I could say. "OK, maybe latter than hun," she said as she got off my lap and headed for the next guy. My eyes were still peeled to Amber. She was amazing, and suddenly I was in awe. As she leaned against the pole and sucked on one of her fingers, she slid a fingernail down her back and somehow undid her skirt, for it came falling to the floor revealing nothing underneath. There my daughter stood on the stage, completely nude. As she turned toward the rowdy crowd I got a full on view of her pussy. It was very neatly shaved with only a thin line of public hair above her lips. As she walked around the stage I got a good look at her ass as well, the same beautiful bum I had stared at in her room. Now it was on display, and I felt a huge boner trying to bust out of my pants. She was amazing, and I was completely enthralled with her. I never imagined I would ever have such feelings for my daughter. As the song came to a close she did like Sheela before her. Getting to her knees she had several men put dollars in their mouths as she retrieved them with her tits. I felt a growing tension in my stomach wanting to stop them, but then I got another idea. Quickly jumping from my seat I almost collided with a waitress as I made my way to the end of the stage. I fished through my wallet for a buck, but as luck would have it I only had a five. Whatever I thought to myself and I put the five in my mouth like a little puppy excited to learn new tricks. As Amber made her way down the front of the stage, I suddenly feared the worst. What if she recognized me? When I planned on coming into the club, I never anticipated getting this close to her, now I was hoping to have her remove money from my face with her tits. I didn't want to back away now, and just hoped for the best. As Amber got to me she smiled at me flirtatiously. A huge grin lit my face as I clenched the bill with my teeth. My little angel was kneeling in front of me completely nude and before I knew it her nipples were inches from my eyes. As she took the five with her tits I felt adrenaline pump within me. She didn't seem to notice me. When "Christine" left the stage she had a huge ovation as the next girl was being announced. I returned to my seat after that swimming in the glory of what had just happened, and no longer caring that the other men had just as equal an experience. I sat there nursing my beer and watching the next two women perform. Both women were very attractive, but none of them compared to my Amber. As I got to the bottom of my beer I noticed her again, once again wearing the sexy school girl outfit and now making her way around the room. I got excited and tense at the same time. Could I get away with a dance from her? As I saw her sit on several guys laps, I tried to control my emotions. I felt like a jealous boyfriend watching my daughter offer her services to the horny men. But at the same time I knew I was one of them. I was hoping she wouldn't be "rented" until she got to me. My hopes came true. As she left a man to my right I saw her approaching me and my heart raced. Just then she sat on my lap, and I inhaled her sweet scent from a bottle that excapes my memory. "Hey hunny, would you like a dance?" she asked. "How much?" I asked as I nearly choked as I heard her father's voice come out of my mouth. She gave me a strange look for a moment, and I was afraid my cover was blown, but then she said sweetly, "Only twenty." "OK," I said trying to limit the words coming from my mouth. "Oh goodie!" she said as she stood up and took me by the hand. As she led me to the rooms in the back we passed the woman who had sat on my lap previously. "Oh you got her," she said smiling, "he was eyeing you Christine, be good to him." Amber laughed and said, "I intend to." I was shaking like a leaf when we made it to a dark room in the back. In there I saw numerous little cubicles that each had drawn curtains. Amber led me into one of them and sat me on a cushioned seat. "Now be a good boy," she said as I began to sweat. Just then she strattled me and began moving her body to the pumping music. I could feel her body push against me and she threw her head back as she danced. "Would you like to untie my shirt?" she said flirtatiously. "Yes," I said immediately. With my nervous hands I took the knot and tried to undo it, but in my haste I couldn't figure it out. She put her soft hands on mine and helped me untie it. As she opened her shirt I saw her amazing breasts before me. So badly I wanted to touch them. Amber got up closer to me and teased me horribly, with her breasts right in my face, and for a brief moment I felt her skin brush my fake moustache. I felt like I was about to explode in my pants as she taunted me. Then she got to her feet and slowly slipped her skirt off. I stared at her beautiful jewel. She remounted me completely naked, and began to dry hump me. I was in heaven. I could not believe what was happening to me, and all I wanted to do was fuck her. I couldn't believe my own thoughts, I wanted to fuck my daughter so badly it hurt, and there was nothing I could do about it. As she humped me I slowly lifted my hands to my lap, and eventually had them rest against her ass. The temptation was too much for me to take as she bounced her cheeks onto the back of my hands, and I flipped my hands over and clenched her ass. Amber's Real Job "No, no, no," she said as she removed my hands. She didn't seem upset with me, but I knew if I did it again I was threatening my admission. I resisted and she completed her dance. When it was over I quickly asked for another, but to my shock my wallet was empty. She appologized to me and told me they only accept cash, and I wasn't about to show her my credit card anyway. She walked me back to the main room where I watched her being taken away by another man minutes later. Jealousy enraged me, but I did nothing about it. I knew I didn't approve of my daughters new profession, and I knew I would have to deal with it. But for the next few weeks, I was ready to take full advantage of it.