by Raven Watyrs
“But Mum!” Lilly had cried. “I don’t have any money! How am I supposed to pay for this year’s tuition? I’ve already registered and they’re waiting for my first installment!”
“Like I said, dear, not my problem. Figure it out yourself,” she had replied coldly before getting up and leaving the room.
“But, Brent!” Lilly had pleaded with her stepfather, turning up the pout factor. “Please don’t let her do this… I need the money!” Brent was the good cop to Cynthia’s bad cop, and Lilly used this to her advantage on occasion. He had been around for the last seven years or so, but more recently, Lilly had noticed he was starting to pay her a lot more attention than usual. He was 43 years old and had a chiseled jaw, striking hazel eyes, and dark wavy hair that was cut clean and neat. He was tall with broad shoulders and a solid frame forged from hours at the gym. Not at all bad to look at, even if he was her stepfather.
She was pretty sure she’d once caught him watching her and jacking off when she was in the shower. The door had been slightly open and she thought she had heard something. Turning to check, she caught a glimpse of him awkwardly darting away from the door jam. She had been a little put off by it initially, but thinking of him getting off while watching her soon turned her unease into titillation.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Brent had sighed back at her with a touch of regret in his eyes. “Your mother makes the rules for this one. I wish I could help, baby.”
Brent hadn’t seemed especially happy in the marriage over the past two years or so and Lilly had wondered if her mum and step-dad were going through an extended rocky patch. The interest she’d noticed him taking in her didn’t stop at the jacking off episode. He was often in her personal space, rubbing her lower back, giving her hugs from behind, grazing her teenaged tits ‘accidently’, and generally trying to touch her whenever he could. She knew she should be creeped out by his behaviour, but she secretly kind of liked it.
Lilly had been going through puberty when Brent showed up in their lives, and she had, in a way, imprinted on Brent while rivers of hormones were gushing through her veins. She used to fantasize at night about Brent sneaking into her room and just taking her over and over. He was her go-to teenaged fantasy. She’d lie in bed fingering herself while imagining him throwing her up against a wall and forcing his thick dick into her tight little pussy. Or making her suck his cock deeply into her throat, and then riding him while he played with her perky little tits. Thanks to her step-dad, she learned how to give herself many explosive orgasms as she grew up.
Thinking back to the conversation with her parents brought another round of anxiety through Lilly’s chest as she finished her breakfast. She had figured out a way to make a good chunk of the money she needed for her upcoming semesters, but she knew that if her parents found out what she was doing, she’d be promptly kicked out of the house. Lilly had grown up dancing at a local studio and she had decided to put that training to use. She auditioned and was hired at a strip club on the other side of the city and had started dancing there a few nights per week. She looked like a goddess – creamy skin, long wavy honey blonde hair, legs for days, and an ass that looked like two perky scoops of ice cream, smooth and delicious. She was bringing in a decent amount of money looking the way she did, but it was nowhere near what she needed to pay for her full degree.
The club itself was pretty nice as strip clubs go. It had a beautiful, large stage surrounded by chairs and comfortable booths for the patrons. The back rooms, where all the private dances happened, we just that: very private. The management of the club didn’t pay much attention to what happened back there, they just wanted their cut of the girls’ money. So save for a few huge bouncers who roamed and occasionally peeped through the doors now and then, the girls and the patrons got up to whatever they had agreed upon, undisturbed.
Lilly had only been working there a couple weeks and had done a few private dances. Some of the other girls went much further than just dancing, but until recently Lilly had been too nervous to go down that route. She wasn’t a virgin, but she also wasn’t overly experienced, per se. She had only been with one guy; her first boyfriend whom she’d met near the end of her first year of college. He had taken her virginity and then dumped her about a month later. After that devastating experience, Lilly had decided it was time to focus on her studies. She had neither the time nor the desire to be hurt like that again. Unfortunately, her shift in focus was a little too late for her mother, it seemed.
Staring down at her books again, she realized she had gotten nowhere with studying, and doubted she’d have more luck through the day. She was too pre-occupied with how she was going to pay her tuition. She decided she’d go into work tonight. If she couldn’t concentrate on her studies, she’d concentrate on making money.
CHAPTER TWO
Lilly was on stage for the second time that night. She loved dancing up there, showing of her beautiful body. She was a fantastic dancer, moving sensuously and languidly through each song. The management was very happy with her so far. She just had to start making more money in the private dances. She had decided she would try going a bit further tonight with one of her clients, if she had the chance. And of course, she did. Her first private dance client had pulled his cock out of his pants while she was twisting and writhing in front of him. He had looked up at her hesitantly, but Lilly had purred at him, “For an extra $50, I’ll let you jack off while you watch me…”
It didn’t take long for that dance to end. The guy was so excited about Lilly letting him jerk it, he came before the song finished. Lilly was a bit chuffed as she helped clean him up. Not only did he give her the extra $50, he also tipped her a further $20. What had she been waiting for?!
Up on stage she was thinking about that client jacking off while he watched her dance, and it made her think of Brent watching her in the shower. She felt a bloom of heat generating in her loins. As she thought of step-dad watching her, combined with the sensual, sexy way she was slithering through in her routine, she found her arousal mounting. Lilly was getting wet.
She walked over to one of the poles and swung herself around it, flipping her hair and caressing her supple natural breasts. She had already removed her top and she rolled her perky c-cups around in her hands, pinching her nipples and moaning out quietly as she made eye contact with a the men in the front row. Dancing for them and thinking of Brent jacking off to her was making her pussy throb. She moved her hands down her body and started peeling off her sparkly g-string. She stepped out of it, spun herself around the pole again, and dipped down to the floor. The patrons in the club couldn’t tear their eyes off her – the men (and some women) were hooting and hollering and throwing money at her.
She lay down and arched her back up, trailing her hands over big, natural tits down to her hairless little mound. All the attention and her thoughts of Brent compelled her to slowly spread her legs wide, exposing her wet, pink, perfect little pussy for the audience’s pleasure. More hooting and cheering from the crowd ensued. Lilly closed her eyes and lost herself a bit on stage. She rubbed her little clit with fingers as she gyrated her hips for the men in the front row, teasing them with her mouth-watering sex. She was thinking of Brent when she pushed a finger inside, the guys in front of her whistled and pounded on the stage. She pushed another finger in and pumped them in and out of her, fantasizing about her step-dad’s fingers fucking her little slit. It was wrong to fantasize about her stepfather, she knew that. But thinking of him towering over her while he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy was so naughty and such a turn-on, she didn’t care. She rolled over and slapped her ass, rubbing her wet fingers over her smooth ass cheeks, thinking that this was one of her best stage performances yet.
She opened her eyes and smiled at the gentlemen in the front row. There was a bachelor party full of guys who had been tossing money at her all night. She crawled over to them to thank them personally with a little close up show before leaving the stage. She stood up, then prom
ptly turned and slowly bent over to collect her tips on the stage floor in front of the guys. Staring through her legs, she saw they were completely hypnotized by her slick and clearly aroused pink lips and folds. She giggled and looked through the group of guys to the other patrons in the club. Her breath caught in her throat suddenly. The heat drained out from between her legs and rushed up to her face and she noticed her hearing go a bit tinny. “Oh shit,” she said out loud. “Ohhh shit!” She quickly stood up and spun around. How was this possible? She was looking directly into her stepfather’s gorgeous hazel eyes. Brent was in the club! She was busted!
Oh my god, Lilly thought. Oh my god. Oh my god. She had to get off stage. She had to get out of here. She was mortified and in a full panic about her step-dad seeing her finger her pussy (thinking about him, no less!), while dancing naked on stage at a strip club! Her parents were going to kill her and then kick her out. In that order.
“Everyone give it up for Lilly!” The DJ announced loudly. The crowd went wild as Lilly scrambled to pick up her various bits and pieces of clothing she had peeled off her body. She saw Brent smile in a troubling way as he slowly clapped for her. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her.
“Next up, we’ve got the beautiful Savannah! Let’s hear it for Savannah!” the DJ squawked out as Lilly rushed down the ladder, off the stage, and ran into the change room. She didn’t look back; she was so humiliated and freaked out. What was going to happen now? She was totally going to be kicked out of the house. Her mother would never approve of what she was doing. This was terrible. She could say goodbye to college and all of her future dreams. Lilly sat down in the change room, dejected and worried. Maybe she’d just hide in here for the rest of her life. That would fix the situation.
“Hey, Lilly! Lilly, where are you?” Julie, the club owner, called out to her. “Oh, here you are.” Julie rounded the corner in the change room.
“Hi, Julie,” Lilly said quietly, pushing her panicky feeling aside. She didn’t really want Julie to know what was going on.
“Oh hey, girl. You’ve got a private dance request out there. You ran off the stage so fast, no one could catch you!” she replied. “Go on, get out here. I’ve set it up for you. You’re in Private Room 3 and he’s booked you for 30 minutes. Go get paid, girl!”
“I…uh… I’m not feeling super well, Julie. Maybe I’ll sit this one out?” Lilly said meekly, hoping to just hide in the change room until she could figure out a decent story to explain away her impossible situation.
“Uh, no way, babe,” Julie said, looking at her closely. “30 minutes is $300. Any illness you feel will go away when you get that cash in your hand, trust me. Get your outfit on and out you go.”
Julie boosted Lilly up and helped her re-dress, then shuffled her out of the change room door before Lilly knew what had happened. In a bit of a stunned trance, she slowly walked through the club, oblivious to all the action going on around her. She made her way back to the private rooms and pushed open door number 3, knowing full well who’d be inside.
CHAPTER THREE
Lilly walked into the dark little room and saw she was right. There was Brent. Her step-dad was sitting in front of her, smiling knowingly, looking her body up and down while she was wearing 6-inch spiked heels and a slutty sparkly black g-string/bra combo that she picked up at a local sex shop. That same heat that rushed up her neck and face on stage returned, but this time it made her dizzy. How was she going to explain this?
“So, Lilly,” Brent said, looking up at her, the smile on his face remaining as he spoke. There was a glint in his eye, his arms were crossed and his legs were spread wide, taking up a lot of space in that little room. “How’s it going, baby girl? Looks like you were having some fun up there.”
“Look, I can explain,” Lilly said, not meeting Brent’s eye. “It’s just when you and mum said you weren’t going to pay for my tuition anymore, I needed to figure something out, and this was the easiest way to make money fast, and my tuition is due in like, two weeks, not to mention books and other fees, and now you’re going to tell mum, and I’m going to get kicked out, and will have to drop out of school!” Lilly blurted it all out in one breath and slumped down on the bench next to her step-dad.
“Whoa, easy there, sweetie,” Brent said reassuringly, putting his arm around her. “Don’t panic, don’t cry. It’s ok, honey. Come here,” Brent pulled Lilly closer to him, wrapping his long arm around her shoulder.
“You’re not mad at me?” Lilly asked, looking up at him. She dropped her gaze again and said, “But…how can you not be? I’m getting naked for money.”
“Yes, and it’s clear you’re very good at it. You sure got me nice and hard,” he said to her, putting his finger under her chin and lifting her face up to meet his. “I mean, why else do you think I wanted a private dance with you?”
Lilly was confused. “I thought you were going to yell at me and then drag me home to tell mum!” she said, the surprise in her voice apparent. Was he being serious? Was he hard? Lilly’s head spun a little.
“Well, there’s not much in it for me if I do that. Your mum hasn’t had sex with me for over two years now. So when I saw you up there, I’ll admit I was surprised. But then I figured, we could work out a little arrangement.” He took her hand and placed it on his lap; Lilly could feel his cock through his jeans. It was indeed hard. It twitched when she touched it and she felt the heat rush from her face back down to her little honey pot. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared down at his bulge. She had fantasized about a moment like this for a long time, but now that it was a reality, she was suddenly nervous and unsure. She pulled her hand away and looked back into his lustful eyes.
“An arrangement? What do you mean?” Lilly asked him hesitantly. She had an idea about what he was talking about and she felt her pussy pulse slightly, betraying her nerves.
“Here’s the deal,” Brent said. “I’ll keep the fact that you’re a dirty little stripper a secret, and you’ll fuck me whenever I want,” he said matter of factly. “Your mother won’t fuck me, but that doesn’t matter if I can fuck you. This way, you keep making your money here and I get my rocks off with your wet little pussy. I saw how juicy you got yourself on stage. I’ve wanted to feel you wrapped around my cock since your mother stopped putting out.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Lilly said, looking up at Brent, feeling her nerves melt slightly as her excitement rose. “I caught you jacking off watching me in the shower that one time, you know,” she tested.
“You did, did you?” Brent said, surprised. “Why didn’t you say anything to your mother?”
“Because mum can be such a bitch and, to be honest, I kind of liked it,” she admitted. “But, I don’t know, Brent. You’re practically my father… It would be weird, wouldn’t it?” Lilly said hesitantly, going back and forth about this crazy situation in her mind. It sounded like a pretty good plan, but how would they cross that line?
“Here, baby girl,” her step-dad said as he undid his fly and reached into his jeans. “It won’t be weird. You’ll like it, let me show you.” He pulled out his huge cock and Lilly gaped at it. It was at least 8 inches long, throbbing purple veins pulsed on his thick shaft that curved up slightly to a large smooth delicious looking head. He took Lilly’s hand again and placed it on the shaft. His skin was soft and hot. She started rubbing it up and down, staring at it in wonder.
“That’s right, sweetie… rub Daddy’s dick for him,” Brent said, licking his lips as he watched his stepdaughter's hand pump his cock. “Lick your hand and rub it up and down, nice and slow.”
Feeling her heart start to pick up its pace, Lilly slowly brought her palm to her mouth and licked it, getting it nice and slick with her saliva. She reached down and coated her stepfather’s dick with her spit, then started stroking him again, up and down with two hands. Brent groaned and pumped his hips slightly. “Mmm, oh yeah, baby girl, that’s it,” he managed to utter under his breath.
Lilly looked
up at his face and then down at his giant snake. She couldn’t believe what she was doing! She had had so many fantasies about Brent fucking her, fingering her, doing whatever to her! And if she was being totally honest, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she jacked his massive rod. But this was all too weird.
She stopped abruptly. “We can’t do this,” she said. “We can’t. You’ve been my step-dad since I was 11 years old! It’s just so wrong, and mum would totally divorce you!” she cried out. “Plus, it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not making enough money here to pay for my tuition!” Lilly buried her face in her hands where she could smell the scent of Brent’s cock on her palms. She breathed deeply, still aroused as hell, but knowing there was no point to this endeavour.
“I’m going to quit dancing,’ she said, “and quit school. It’s just too much to deal with and I can’t do it on my own.” Lilly jumped up and ran out of the private room, leaving Brent with a hard cock in his hand.
Chapter 4
It didn’t take long for Brent to find Lilly in at the back of the club. She was moping into her soda, looking dejected and sad.
“Lilly,’ Brent said with concern. “I want you to know that both your mother and I are so proud of you for going to school. I know how important it is to you and I know how far you will go with it. I don’t want you to quit, and I certainly don’t want to miss out on fucking you. So, how’s about I sweeten the pot a little bit?”
“And how could you do that?” Lilly sulked. “I need way more money and mum said she’s not shelling any more out. I’m screwed.”
“Well, your mother may not want to give you any more money,” Brent continued. “But after seeing what you’re willing to do to make it, I’d be happy to contribute. So, the new terms are this: I keep your secret, you fuck me when I come to the club, and I’ll give you enough money for your tuition going forward.” Brent draped his arm around her shoulder and pinched slightly at her nipple through her top. It was sending delicious electric bolts down to her clit.