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My dad and I went out for a drink the day he got off probation. He was
so excited to be able to do what he wanted again that we planned to
make a night of it. Once we were about three beers in at my favorite
brew pub, I was feeling the truth serum effect of the booze and ended
up admitting to my dad that I'd been working as a stripper for the
past two months. My dad's a wild boy that never quite grew up so he
definitely wasn't pissed, but he was floored.
"You're what now?!"
"I'm a stripper now, dad. I uh- one night a week I take off my clothes
for money," I tried to keep a straight face so he'd know I wasn't
k**ding but the look of disbelief in his eyes made me tense enough that
I had to laugh.
He didn't believe me. I told him I wouldn't be making this up if it
wasn't true. I just couldn't convince him so we dropped the subject
and just played a game of pool. During the game, he noticed a couple
of guys over at a table in the corner holding hands and pointed em out
to me smiling, thinking it was strange. It wasn't something you saw
too often at the kind of bar we were at, but it was chill. People
mostly just keep to themselves, ya know?
"Actually dad, it's funny cause I forgot to mention, the club I strip
at – is a gay club!" I'm pretty sure I would not have admitted that to
him if it wasn't for all the beer in my system, but my dad's cool guy,
so I knew he wouldn't really mind when it came down to it.
"Hahahaha! I knew you were fuckin with me, you little punk!"
"Haha, but seriously dad, I take my clothes off for mostly men."
"You've gotta be fuckin with me. If you're a stripper-," he paused
drunkenly. "It's a Saturday! How come you're not up on the pole right
now?"
"Haha, they don't have a pole and I'm off tonight. I only work one
day a week."
"Oh yeah? Prove it."
"Dad you're asking me to take you to a gay club."
"I'm calling your bluff is what I'm doin!"
So I pay our tab and call a cab to pick us up. While we were waitin
outside the bar, I think my dad started to get the impression that I
might be serious.
"So what, does this mean you're gay now?"
I didn't really want to admit to my dad that I was actually bi. I
guess it was something I was still coming to terms with. I'd only
fooled around with a couple of guys I'd met at the club so I wasn't
totally comfortable with the label yet.
"No, but they pay well. More than girls, what I really like is
cash!" We both laughed.
The cab got us there I think about a half hour later. While we were
standing out front my dad must've noticed the big rainbow flag that's
hung across our front window cause he said, "Huh," in a sort of
`well-imagine-that' kind of way.
So as we're walking inside I can hear this gritty industrial song
playing. After we get past the entryway, I see one of the guys up
on stage doin a suspension show in the leather straps in just a thong
and boots. I elbow my dad and practically yell so he can hear me,
"Ever seen that before?"
"Hell no! Hahaha! Where the fuck have you taken me?"
My manager walks over and asks who's the lucky guy, so I introduce him
to my dad, and he just couldn't believe I'd brought him. I could tell
by the look on my dad's face he now solidly believed this was my place
of employment, and that even though it was a shock, as wild as he was
when he was my age, he was just happy I'm not hooked on dope.
I took my dad to the back and he bought us both a shot of rum.
After a minute, one of the guys that works there came over in a
g-string and told my dad the manager paid for him to have a lap dance.
We laughed and I told him, "Nah dude, my dad couldn't handle that."
"Who are you, my fuckin mom?!" I could tell my dad was legitimately
drunk at this point, but if he wanted a lap dance from a guy just to
prove he wasn't uptight, hey, who was I to judge?
I ordered us two rum & cokes and we headed back to of one the private
rooms, which is really just a booth with a curtain.
We took a seat behind the curtain.
"This guy really your dad?" my co-worker said.
"Yup, one and only."
"Well, boss told me to show him a good time," he said with a smile.
This guy actually was gay.
The stripper grinded on my dad, and my dad held him by the hips and grinded
back. I don't know what it was, but I remember getting a little hard
watching my dad grind on the guy. To be fair, my dad's always been a good
lookin guy. My dad unzipped his fly, put a dollar bill in it, and stood up
to have the stripper pull it out with his teeth. He even spanked the guy's
ass, which usually necessitates a warning, but the guy seemed to have a
thing for my dad so he let it slide.
Once it was over, we'd finished our drinks, so we headed back to the bar. I
let dad get up first so he wouldn't see my semi hard dick bulging in my
pants. On the way back to the bar I teased him a little bit.
"Looks like you really enjoyed that lap dance, huh? You, uh, discovering
uncharted territory in your old age?"
"Fuck you! Hahaha, you're the one that works here. I'm gonna buy you a lap
dance from the hairiest motherfucker in this joint."
"Aw shit."
So he ordered a lap dance from Joe, the hairiest motherfucker in the joint,
and we headed back to the same booth.
Joe ended up grinding on my face wearing a banana hammock a little bit
during the lap dance, trying to make the situation awkward. I guess
somebody told him my dad was the buyer. I grabbed his ass while he did it.
My dad was laughing the whole time. By this time, I was pretty drunk too.
I felt like I'd proved I work here, and I've always hated bein at work when
I'm off the clock, so I had to suggest to my dad that we move on to the
next bar. My favorite spot to shoot pool at is right down the street from
my house, but unfortunately when the cab pulled up I could see the neon
sign was off and immediately knew it was closed.
"What the fuck?"
"Hey Derek," my dad leaned over, basically leaning on my shoulder in the
back of the cab, "Do you have any weed at your place?"
I'd forgot since my dad was off probation that he'd probably wanna get
high. He was actually the one who got me smoking pot when I turned 16. I
got home from school and he said if I finished my homework before 5, he'd
roll me a joint for my birthday.
So we headed back to my place. On the way there, the conversation turned
to my dad askin me what made me wanna apply to strip a gay club in the
first place?
"Well for one it pays better," I also told him about how it's even harder
to find places that cater to mostly women, and how I'd heard when you put
up ads on craigslist you never know what you're walkin into.
Dad told me about how when he was in college he'd had a buddy that stripped
for side cash and he'd had some crazy stories about bein invited over to
old mens' houses to snort coke and was always offered a couple hundred go
home with em. He asked me if that's what happens in the back room at my
club.
I told him, "Nah dad I ain't no ho," and we both cracked up.
"What's the most you've been asked to do though?" he said, soundin kinda
fatherly.
I didn't really wanna get into detail though since he's my dad so I said,
"Not much, I just tell em I got a girlfriend and that seems to keep em from
pushin the issue."
"Well it seems like you've gotten pretty cool with a havin a dude rub his
cock on your face!"
"You too old man! I saw you spank that hairless jock tonight. I don't
even know how much I'm gonna have to drink to get that image out of my
mind!"
We got back to my place and drunkenly kicked our shoes off. I told my dad
to put on Terminator 2 from the DVD shelf while I rolled us a couple
joints. I pulled out the weed from my stash box which I forgot was right
next to my porn, thankfully the straight porn. Of course my dad noticed
and slapped me on the back saying he keeps em together too.
"Because you always get horny when you're high? I remember," we laughed for
a few seconds. He'd mentioned that when we smoked my first joint on my 16th
birthday. "Me too, old man, me too."
"Well it looks like we're in for the night, so I'll keep my libido to
myself. Where do you keep the rum, punk?"
"It's in the cabinet above the sink."
He got up and to fumble around in the kitchen while I finished rolling the
first j. "Alright, now where's the shot glasses?"
"On top of the fridge," I called back.
By the time his drunk ass got back with the booze, I'd already rolled up
the weed. We sparked up around the same time as the biker bar scene. I
decided to roll the second one while we smoked the first one. So we're
laughin at all the parts we used to when I was a k**, "pal"in around like
old times, except this time he's not the only one drunk and high. I
started wonderin how hard he'd partied before I came around. Mom had once
said in reference to my dad's drinkin and smokin that he was a lot worse
before I was born.
"Dad? I know you've always been a wild man."
"Hell yeah."
"What's some of the stuff you used to do before I was born?"
"Well," he started and paused with the red eye in full effect, "I drank
more. I didn't work much. I went climbin a lot." He paused again, passin me
the joint without lookin at me. I knew there was somethin he didn't wanna
admit.
"Nothin crazy?"
"Well, I mean yeah. When we would drink, me and my buddies were fuckin
morons. We once broke into the liquor store and stole all the fuckin malt
liquor, but don't go around tellin people."
"Yeah dad I remember." He'd told me that story before once. Out in the
country, where he grew up at that time, they didn't have surveillance
cameras and security alarms. Still, the owner lived right next door, and
they were lucky as shit they didn't get caught. "Knowin you though, I bet
that's not the craziest thing you did back then?"
He took the last drag off the joint, and said, "Man – okay. I did a
couple porno films in college."
"Hahahaha, really?!" I had to bust his balls a little bit.
"Fuck, you dragged it out of me. Alright, yeah. I did some porn. It was
just a couple films, nothing kinky or fucked up. Just really normal,
poorly shot, amateur porn. I don't even remember there bein a
script. Fuck, why'd you get me drunk enough to admit that shit. I guess
it's not gonna affect my future now." We laughed. To be honest, I wasn't
really surprised, but it was nice to feel even.
"Don't feel so bad pops. Odds are I've done worse for money than you
have."
He lit up a cigarette and said, "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Well, some of my harder gigs have been these private parties that come in
and rent out the place on Saturday nights. They come in already drunk and
high. A couple groups have even brought their dealer with em. One time
they got me real fucked up on that stuff, and you think alcohol makes you
do stuff you wouldn't normally do- ecstasy-"
"Oh I know," he interjected. We both laughed.
"Well, I made more money that night than I ever had, but I remember they
paid me $300 to eat a guys ass through his bikini briefs and, now this was
also Through the Bikini Briefs, but they also had me put my lips around the
head of his dick. But like I said, it was through the fabric!"
My dad had this open-mouthed look of shock on his face with a slight
smile. There was an uncomfortable pause and then he said, "They're turnin
you gay!"
"Haha fuck you! It was the d**gs!" we laughed and the discomfort of the
moment passed.
He seemed to be still a little speechless though for a minute. After a
second he just said, "Wow." He took a drag off his Marlboro and looked over
at me, "They don't make you wear drag do they?"
I looked at him confused by the question and said, "No man, I'm the tough
guy sorta preference a lot of our audience comes to us for. They have me
wear cop uniforms and little uh-" I had to laugh and he started chuckling
too, "-cowboy outfits with a g-string between the chaps. I think they put
me in the tiniest clothes of anybody."
Dad said, "Better you than me nowadays."
I laughed and said, "Nah, dad I bet you still look hot as fuck in a
g-string,"
He yelled, "Fuck yeah I do!" We cracked up.
We were geekin pretty hard at this point. My dad had been on probation for
months so I'd forgotten how low his tolerance was. Coincidentally, that
dimebag had been some of the most chronic dro I'd had in months. It
must've been cause I was high, sittin there thinkin about my dad havin done
porn when he was my age, and seein how good a shape he got from all the
time he'd spent workin out lately, I kinda wanted to see him with his
clothes off.
I know it seems wrong and weird, but as he taught me growin up, sometimes
you just gotta go with your instincts.
"Haha, so I guess what we've got now is a passed down inclination to take
our clothes off for money."
"Fuck, I guess you're right," he said in a matter of fact tone.
"Truth is though, you probably weren't very good at it since you're so
uncoordinated."
"That so?"
"Yup."
"Boy, I don't know what you do on that stage with your sparkle thong and
your pink cowboy hat, but when I did videos when I was good. I left some of
those women so blown away they couldn't even talk right afterward."
"Probably just all the d**gs the director had em on." We both cracked up.
"Well, hot shot. If you think you're so smooth, why don't you show me these
fancy stripper guy moves you've been puttin on and I'll try and keep a
straight face."
"You're on, dad."
so excited to be able to do what he wanted again that we planned to
make a night of it. Once we were about three beers in at my favorite
brew pub, I was feeling the truth serum effect of the booze and ended
up admitting to my dad that I'd been working as a stripper for the
past two months. My dad's a wild boy that never quite grew up so he
definitely wasn't pissed, but he was floored.
"You're what now?!"
"I'm a stripper now, dad. I uh- one night a week I take off my clothes
for money," I tried to keep a straight face so he'd know I wasn't
k**ding but the look of disbelief in his eyes made me tense enough that
I had to laugh.
He didn't believe me. I told him I wouldn't be making this up if it
wasn't true. I just couldn't convince him so we dropped the subject
and just played a game of pool. During the game, he noticed a couple
of guys over at a table in the corner holding hands and pointed em out
to me smiling, thinking it was strange. It wasn't something you saw
too often at the kind of bar we were at, but it was chill. People
mostly just keep to themselves, ya know?
"Actually dad, it's funny cause I forgot to mention, the club I strip
at – is a gay club!" I'm pretty sure I would not have admitted that to
him if it wasn't for all the beer in my system, but my dad's cool guy,
so I knew he wouldn't really mind when it came down to it.
"Hahahaha! I knew you were fuckin with me, you little punk!"
"Haha, but seriously dad, I take my clothes off for mostly men."
"You've gotta be fuckin with me. If you're a stripper-," he paused
drunkenly. "It's a Saturday! How come you're not up on the pole right
now?"
"Haha, they don't have a pole and I'm off tonight. I only work one
day a week."
"Oh yeah? Prove it."
"Dad you're asking me to take you to a gay club."
"I'm calling your bluff is what I'm doin!"
So I pay our tab and call a cab to pick us up. While we were waitin
outside the bar, I think my dad started to get the impression that I
might be serious.
"So what, does this mean you're gay now?"
I didn't really want to admit to my dad that I was actually bi. I
guess it was something I was still coming to terms with. I'd only
fooled around with a couple of guys I'd met at the club so I wasn't
totally comfortable with the label yet.
"No, but they pay well. More than girls, what I really like is
cash!" We both laughed.
The cab got us there I think about a half hour later. While we were
standing out front my dad must've noticed the big rainbow flag that's
hung across our front window cause he said, "Huh," in a sort of
`well-imagine-that' kind of way.
So as we're walking inside I can hear this gritty industrial song
playing. After we get past the entryway, I see one of the guys up
on stage doin a suspension show in the leather straps in just a thong
and boots. I elbow my dad and practically yell so he can hear me,
"Ever seen that before?"
"Hell no! Hahaha! Where the fuck have you taken me?"
My manager walks over and asks who's the lucky guy, so I introduce him
to my dad, and he just couldn't believe I'd brought him. I could tell
by the look on my dad's face he now solidly believed this was my place
of employment, and that even though it was a shock, as wild as he was
when he was my age, he was just happy I'm not hooked on dope.
I took my dad to the back and he bought us both a shot of rum.
After a minute, one of the guys that works there came over in a
g-string and told my dad the manager paid for him to have a lap dance.
We laughed and I told him, "Nah dude, my dad couldn't handle that."
"Who are you, my fuckin mom?!" I could tell my dad was legitimately
drunk at this point, but if he wanted a lap dance from a guy just to
prove he wasn't uptight, hey, who was I to judge?
I ordered us two rum & cokes and we headed back to of one the private
rooms, which is really just a booth with a curtain.
We took a seat behind the curtain.
"This guy really your dad?" my co-worker said.
"Yup, one and only."
"Well, boss told me to show him a good time," he said with a smile.
This guy actually was gay.
The stripper grinded on my dad, and my dad held him by the hips and grinded
back. I don't know what it was, but I remember getting a little hard
watching my dad grind on the guy. To be fair, my dad's always been a good
lookin guy. My dad unzipped his fly, put a dollar bill in it, and stood up
to have the stripper pull it out with his teeth. He even spanked the guy's
ass, which usually necessitates a warning, but the guy seemed to have a
thing for my dad so he let it slide.
Once it was over, we'd finished our drinks, so we headed back to the bar. I
let dad get up first so he wouldn't see my semi hard dick bulging in my
pants. On the way back to the bar I teased him a little bit.
"Looks like you really enjoyed that lap dance, huh? You, uh, discovering
uncharted territory in your old age?"
"Fuck you! Hahaha, you're the one that works here. I'm gonna buy you a lap
dance from the hairiest motherfucker in this joint."
"Aw shit."
So he ordered a lap dance from Joe, the hairiest motherfucker in the joint,
and we headed back to the same booth.
Joe ended up grinding on my face wearing a banana hammock a little bit
during the lap dance, trying to make the situation awkward. I guess
somebody told him my dad was the buyer. I grabbed his ass while he did it.
My dad was laughing the whole time. By this time, I was pretty drunk too.
I felt like I'd proved I work here, and I've always hated bein at work when
I'm off the clock, so I had to suggest to my dad that we move on to the
next bar. My favorite spot to shoot pool at is right down the street from
my house, but unfortunately when the cab pulled up I could see the neon
sign was off and immediately knew it was closed.
"What the fuck?"
"Hey Derek," my dad leaned over, basically leaning on my shoulder in the
back of the cab, "Do you have any weed at your place?"
I'd forgot since my dad was off probation that he'd probably wanna get
high. He was actually the one who got me smoking pot when I turned 16. I
got home from school and he said if I finished my homework before 5, he'd
roll me a joint for my birthday.
So we headed back to my place. On the way there, the conversation turned
to my dad askin me what made me wanna apply to strip a gay club in the
first place?
"Well for one it pays better," I also told him about how it's even harder
to find places that cater to mostly women, and how I'd heard when you put
up ads on craigslist you never know what you're walkin into.
Dad told me about how when he was in college he'd had a buddy that stripped
for side cash and he'd had some crazy stories about bein invited over to
old mens' houses to snort coke and was always offered a couple hundred go
home with em. He asked me if that's what happens in the back room at my
club.
I told him, "Nah dad I ain't no ho," and we both cracked up.
"What's the most you've been asked to do though?" he said, soundin kinda
fatherly.
I didn't really wanna get into detail though since he's my dad so I said,
"Not much, I just tell em I got a girlfriend and that seems to keep em from
pushin the issue."
"Well it seems like you've gotten pretty cool with a havin a dude rub his
cock on your face!"
"You too old man! I saw you spank that hairless jock tonight. I don't
even know how much I'm gonna have to drink to get that image out of my
mind!"
We got back to my place and drunkenly kicked our shoes off. I told my dad
to put on Terminator 2 from the DVD shelf while I rolled us a couple
joints. I pulled out the weed from my stash box which I forgot was right
next to my porn, thankfully the straight porn. Of course my dad noticed
and slapped me on the back saying he keeps em together too.
"Because you always get horny when you're high? I remember," we laughed for
a few seconds. He'd mentioned that when we smoked my first joint on my 16th
birthday. "Me too, old man, me too."
"Well it looks like we're in for the night, so I'll keep my libido to
myself. Where do you keep the rum, punk?"
"It's in the cabinet above the sink."
He got up and to fumble around in the kitchen while I finished rolling the
first j. "Alright, now where's the shot glasses?"
"On top of the fridge," I called back.
By the time his drunk ass got back with the booze, I'd already rolled up
the weed. We sparked up around the same time as the biker bar scene. I
decided to roll the second one while we smoked the first one. So we're
laughin at all the parts we used to when I was a k**, "pal"in around like
old times, except this time he's not the only one drunk and high. I
started wonderin how hard he'd partied before I came around. Mom had once
said in reference to my dad's drinkin and smokin that he was a lot worse
before I was born.
"Dad? I know you've always been a wild man."
"Hell yeah."
"What's some of the stuff you used to do before I was born?"
"Well," he started and paused with the red eye in full effect, "I drank
more. I didn't work much. I went climbin a lot." He paused again, passin me
the joint without lookin at me. I knew there was somethin he didn't wanna
admit.
"Nothin crazy?"
"Well, I mean yeah. When we would drink, me and my buddies were fuckin
morons. We once broke into the liquor store and stole all the fuckin malt
liquor, but don't go around tellin people."
"Yeah dad I remember." He'd told me that story before once. Out in the
country, where he grew up at that time, they didn't have surveillance
cameras and security alarms. Still, the owner lived right next door, and
they were lucky as shit they didn't get caught. "Knowin you though, I bet
that's not the craziest thing you did back then?"
He took the last drag off the joint, and said, "Man – okay. I did a
couple porno films in college."
"Hahahaha, really?!" I had to bust his balls a little bit.
"Fuck, you dragged it out of me. Alright, yeah. I did some porn. It was
just a couple films, nothing kinky or fucked up. Just really normal,
poorly shot, amateur porn. I don't even remember there bein a
script. Fuck, why'd you get me drunk enough to admit that shit. I guess
it's not gonna affect my future now." We laughed. To be honest, I wasn't
really surprised, but it was nice to feel even.
"Don't feel so bad pops. Odds are I've done worse for money than you
have."
He lit up a cigarette and said, "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Well, some of my harder gigs have been these private parties that come in
and rent out the place on Saturday nights. They come in already drunk and
high. A couple groups have even brought their dealer with em. One time
they got me real fucked up on that stuff, and you think alcohol makes you
do stuff you wouldn't normally do- ecstasy-"
"Oh I know," he interjected. We both laughed.
"Well, I made more money that night than I ever had, but I remember they
paid me $300 to eat a guys ass through his bikini briefs and, now this was
also Through the Bikini Briefs, but they also had me put my lips around the
head of his dick. But like I said, it was through the fabric!"
My dad had this open-mouthed look of shock on his face with a slight
smile. There was an uncomfortable pause and then he said, "They're turnin
you gay!"
"Haha fuck you! It was the d**gs!" we laughed and the discomfort of the
moment passed.
He seemed to be still a little speechless though for a minute. After a
second he just said, "Wow." He took a drag off his Marlboro and looked over
at me, "They don't make you wear drag do they?"
I looked at him confused by the question and said, "No man, I'm the tough
guy sorta preference a lot of our audience comes to us for. They have me
wear cop uniforms and little uh-" I had to laugh and he started chuckling
too, "-cowboy outfits with a g-string between the chaps. I think they put
me in the tiniest clothes of anybody."
Dad said, "Better you than me nowadays."
I laughed and said, "Nah, dad I bet you still look hot as fuck in a
g-string,"
He yelled, "Fuck yeah I do!" We cracked up.
We were geekin pretty hard at this point. My dad had been on probation for
months so I'd forgotten how low his tolerance was. Coincidentally, that
dimebag had been some of the most chronic dro I'd had in months. It
must've been cause I was high, sittin there thinkin about my dad havin done
porn when he was my age, and seein how good a shape he got from all the
time he'd spent workin out lately, I kinda wanted to see him with his
clothes off.
I know it seems wrong and weird, but as he taught me growin up, sometimes
you just gotta go with your instincts.
"Haha, so I guess what we've got now is a passed down inclination to take
our clothes off for money."
"Fuck, I guess you're right," he said in a matter of fact tone.
"Truth is though, you probably weren't very good at it since you're so
uncoordinated."
"That so?"
"Yup."
"Boy, I don't know what you do on that stage with your sparkle thong and
your pink cowboy hat, but when I did videos when I was good. I left some of
those women so blown away they couldn't even talk right afterward."
"Probably just all the d**gs the director had em on." We both cracked up.
"Well, hot shot. If you think you're so smooth, why don't you show me these
fancy stripper guy moves you've been puttin on and I'll try and keep a
straight face."
"You're on, dad."
Pansy
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