Daddy Gets High

Chapter 1

Harry

17 Black. The place I spend 6/7 nights of the week. No stripping on Sunday's as my boss tells us all.

My normal job doesn't pay half as much as stripping. I earn a little over minimum wage for a 9-5 shift as a secretary in an insurance office. Boring.

I've only been working here for seven months, but I've quickly become the name of the house. I'm the youngest worker here, and that seems to appeal more to the men and women coming in. Something about innocence makes people want more. But come on, how innocent can a stripper be?

"Are you ready for the stage?" The manager, Luca, says as he strolls into the dressing room. I nod my head and stand to walk out of the room.

We're only a week away from Halloween and for the week leading up, we're supposed to have our costumes fit such.

I've got a big black cape that can cover most of my front if I tug it over my shoulders. I'm wearing a boy short style underwear that has a bow tie drawn onto it. I'm supposed to be Dracula, but with a budget like ours you've really gotta be creative.

I step out onto the main stage, it's normal for the tables and chairs around the stage to be filled.

I remember the first time I took the stage and saw the audience I was almost sick to my stomach. Not because of stage freight, but because I thought about all the older men and women, middle aged as well, they're all here to watch me, a barely adult strip naked on a pole.

I had to quickly move past that though, thinking about the possibility of some of them being married or having children my age did creep me out in the beginning. But when I saw the money hit the stage, every worry faded. It's just a job. A very well paying job.

I see a few of the regulars out in front, they never stray far from their seats.

I lock eyes with as many people as I can, something I find brings in more money because people feel more connected with me.

I grab onto the edge of my cape and raise it so it covers everything below my eyes. With my other hand I reach forward to grip onto the silver pole. It's thick, my hand can't fully wrap around it. But it's great for when my legs curl around it.

I pull my body closer to the pole as some music starts playing. I wait to find a beat that I like and I let go of the cape to grab the pole with both my hands. With my torso against the pole I look out into the audience and lock eyes with a man who I don't recognize. But I've known what to look for.

Nice watch. His grey hair slicked back. He's not old, I'd say forties. He's wearing a white dress shirt with the top button undone and his black dress pants. His legs are spread and he's slouched back in his chair. He's had a long day at his work, and he needs a stress reliever. I've come to know that that would be me.

I keep my eyes on him as I slowly bend my knees, lowering myself with my legs spreading widely around the pole.

The man is facing me directly and I can catch his eyes going from mine to my crotch.

I slowly pull myself back up, making sure my ass is sticking out the entire way up. I turn around so my back is against the pole and I catchy the eyes of a women who must've had a good view of my ass. I raise my right arm to grip the pole above my head and the Cape flows out so my torso extends. I've heard it drives people wild when they see the muscles in chests and abs when arms are above the head.

I keep my eyes on her as I drop myself again, keeping the pace slow and teasing.

When I get back to standing I avoid the lingering eye contact and I continue on with my routine.