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Daddy's Dirty Dancer
Eighteen year old Christy has a every night, she transforms herself from a sweet teenager into a sex kitten, dancing at the local strip club. When her stepfather, Nick, catches her at her naughty night job, Christy is determined not to let him tell her mom. But when they strip back their own inhibitions and indulge their most taboo desires, will they both be caught out on their secret illicit affair?
Warning! 4200 ADULTS ONLY words, containing hot taboo sex, mind-blowing oral, and a dirty little dancer getting it on with her stepfather!
-- Excerpt --
It was only as the third song finished and she gathered up her outfit, ready to get dressed again, that she noticed how many other club patrons were watching her. She flashed a naughty smile at them, hoping they would realize how much they needed a dance from her. Especially that tall man, standing by the bar, half-obscured by the black lights.
She had been distracted by him all through the dance. His broad shoulders filled out his suit like it was painted on, and even though she couldn’t see his face, there was something so magnetic about him.
But somehow familiar.
She shivered slightly, sliding back into her bikini and tossing her long hair over her shoulder. So many pairs of eyes were on her, but this man’s gaze... something about it penetrated through all her defences. And with all the club lights, she couldn’t even see his face.
Overcome by curiosity, Christy strode across the club floor, ignoring the other patrons.
Blinking as she passed the lights, she turned on her trademark smile - all charm. “Hello, darling,” she purred, gazing up at the mysterious stranger as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Strong dark brow. Deep brown eyes. And a sensuous mouth, begging to be kissed.
As she put all the pieces together, Christy’s blood ran cold. “Dad! What are you doing here?” She yanked at her tiny spangled dress, trying to cover herself.
Nick’s face was cool with disappointment. “No, Christy - what are you doing here? You’re eighteen years old, for Christ’s sake!”
She never thought anybody would find out about her naughty night-time job. Every time she snuck back into the house at three in the morning, she kept up the ruse that she was partying with friends. And now, confronted by her step-father, all she could do was pout, like a petulant child.
Warning! 4200 ADULTS ONLY words, containing hot taboo sex, mind-blowing oral, and a dirty little dancer getting it on with her stepfather!
-- Excerpt --
It was only as the third song finished and she gathered up her outfit, ready to get dressed again, that she noticed how many other club patrons were watching her. She flashed a naughty smile at them, hoping they would realize how much they needed a dance from her. Especially that tall man, standing by the bar, half-obscured by the black lights.
She had been distracted by him all through the dance. His broad shoulders filled out his suit like it was painted on, and even though she couldn’t see his face, there was something so magnetic about him.
But somehow familiar.
She shivered slightly, sliding back into her bikini and tossing her long hair over her shoulder. So many pairs of eyes were on her, but this man’s gaze... something about it penetrated through all her defences. And with all the club lights, she couldn’t even see his face.
Overcome by curiosity, Christy strode across the club floor, ignoring the other patrons.
Blinking as she passed the lights, she turned on her trademark smile - all charm. “Hello, darling,” she purred, gazing up at the mysterious stranger as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Strong dark brow. Deep brown eyes. And a sensuous mouth, begging to be kissed.
As she put all the pieces together, Christy’s blood ran cold. “Dad! What are you doing here?” She yanked at her tiny spangled dress, trying to cover herself.
Nick’s face was cool with disappointment. “No, Christy - what are you doing here? You’re eighteen years old, for Christ’s sake!”
She never thought anybody would find out about her naughty night-time job. Every time she snuck back into the house at three in the morning, she kept up the ruse that she was partying with friends. And now, confronted by her step-father, all she could do was pout, like a petulant child.
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First published May 13, 2013
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