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PRETTYBIRDS LADIES ONLY NIGHTCLUB AND WHOREHOUSE JENNY'S TALE ? My name is Jensen Jigson. I was a 37 year old married father of one daughter when this story began. All the names have been changed but every word is true. I drove through the evening to the business district of Chapter City. I'd been given careful directions and told to drive round the back of a three story factory building tucked away between the two interstates and the railroad. At the top of the fire escape I knocked on the door. A cute little girl answered. She was wearing a short black skirt and a white blouse. She had a name tag that said her name was Betsy. "Er, hello miss," I said, my mouth dry with nerves. "My name is Jensen Jigson. I've come about the er- waitress job." Betsy smiled as if I'd said I was the plumber and led me along a hallway and up one floor in a small elevator to an office where two teenage girls were waiting for me. To my left was a large plate glass window overlooking the club's main lounge. Behind me were a bank of monitors flipping automatically between shots of various rooms and hallways. I was told later they were for the safety of the 'whores'. I introduced myself and the older girl said, "Suzi's Daddy, right? I'm Maggie and this is my cousin Adele. We're the Deputy Managers here. My Mom is the Boss. She's busy tonight so she said we should take care of you." "Er, hi Maggie, Adele. Pleased to meet you." I held out my hand. They didn't shake it. Maggie sat behind her desk and Adele sat in another executive chair nearby. They left me standing. Both girls boldly looked me up and down. They seemed to me like school girls trying to be grown up. Maggie steepled her hands. "If we take you on, you will address us as Ms Maggie and Ms Adele or Ma'am. Got that?" Neither girl seemed older than my girl Suzi. Who did they think they were? Steady Jensen, you need this job. "Yes Ma'am," I said. "Good," said 'Ms' Maggie. "Your daughter tells me you've done waitressing before." "Well, I've been a waiter, if that's what you mean." 'Ms' Adele said, "No, we mean waitressing. You will have to wear a dress, stockings, high heels..." "Wig, make up..." smiled her cousin. "You can do that, right? Only Suzi said you're a tranny." I'd never admitted it before but it was too late now. My daughter had told them everything. "Well I used to have a drag act for a while, but yes, ma'am. I like wearing women's clothes." "Are you gay?" Maggie asked. "No ma'am. I love women. I think they're the greatest." Both girls stood up. "In that case," said Maggie, "take your clothes off. Let's see what you got." How did a grown man get into this position, you may ask? It's a long story but I'll cut to the chase. Back home in California I married my childhood sweetheart Helen when we were just eighteen. We were so happy then. She was the Prom Queen and a straight A student. I wasn't so bright but I was a good looking guy and I charmed her. I had big plans to become an actor in Hollywood. I worked at all kinds of jobs, mostly waiting on tables, to support us while I waited for my big break. Meantime our daughter Suzi was born. At the time our story begins my darling Suzi was seventeen. Well the big break never came and I tried my hand at many things. I was a DJ, a rock singer, a chorus line dancer. I even had a drag act for a while. Meantime Helen went to night school and qualified as a realtor. Helen was always the clever, capable, organized one in our marriage. I was the dreamer. Suzi is a ditzy kind of dreamer too and we've always been very close. Soon Helen was making pretty serious money and was getting promoted while I, having given up on acting, kept trying all kinds of get-rich-quick schemes. None of them worked. About ten years into our marriage the cracks were starting to show. Helen had liked living with me. I gave her a beautiful daughter, who we both loved to distraction. Every day was different and exciting. Our house was always full of laughter but the business failures took their toll. Even in the bedroom. I was getting so anxious that I (well really Helen) was suffering from premature ejaculation. She practically had to just open her blouse and I was jizzing everywhere. By the time Suzi was thirteen Helen and I were still talking but we sure weren't sleeping together. But hey, I wasn't a slob. When I wasn't working on some hare-brained scheme I made myself darn near indispensable. I cooked and cleaned, did the school run. In fact I did everything you could want from a house husband. We never needed a maid, cleaner or nanny while I was around. I loved my wife and daughter. I didn't want to lose them. Even if Helen didn't love me anymore I didn't want to let her think she could do without me. Then came the day Helen was offered a manager's post at a new office in Chapter City. That's like a zillion miles from California. There was no discussion. She was going. Suzi wasn't. It was never said out loud, but I think my wife considered leaving me in California. I think Suzi kinda said she wouldn't go if Daddy didn't come too. What could Helen say? We weren't fighting or anything like that. Helen had just grown tired of supporting me. I'm a fun guy. My daughter adored me. I can cook and clean. Just think of me as the nanny. So we all decamped to just east of the Rockies and set up home in Chapter City. Nice house. I had my own bedroom! All to myself! Great huh? No, I didn't think so either, but at least I was in the same house as the two ladies I loved. At first I busied myself cleaning and decorating and looking for some way to earn my keep. But CC ain't LA. Openings for a brash but charming dreamer are few and far between. No jobs and precious few opportunities. It must have been coming on slowly but it seemed to me quite sudden that I got depressed. I was moping around the house. My wife was at work all day and my daughter was being sparkling and wonderful in her new high school, making new friends and not needing Daddy around so much anymore. And me? I went back to women's clothing. I'd been playing dress up as long as I can remember. Given the chance I use to dress up like a princess when I was twelve. As time went on I got married and kind of pushed it into the back of my mind. Oh except for the time I had a drag act, but that was business. I wasn't too successful but Helen seemed to love it and started calling me 'Jenny' instead of Jen or Jensen until our little daughter started picking up on it. We even made love a couple of times with me in costume till I had to sell them to pay the rent. And here I was, a thirty six year old man, still good looking (what? Its just true, okay?) so, still good looking, if a little bald, wearing a dress. (Being bald makes it easier to wear wigs) I became obsessed with 'passing', that is, looking as much like a woman as possible. I started shaving my head, chest and legs regularly. Well my wife never saw me naked anymore, so it didn't matter. I secretly bought my own make up and a wig and, as my old dance teacher used to say, I practiced, practiced, practiced. Nobody knew what I was doing but Helen was getting more and more tired of having me around. I tried one more get rich quick scheme. It bombed and she gave me an ultimatum. Get a real job with a regular wage or get the heck out of Dodge - er - Chapter City - Dodge is in another state. It was a trick question of course. There were no waged jobs around. Times were hard. So I just buried my head in dresses. I was standing in front of the bedroom mirror wearing one of Helen's tight business skirts and a blouse when my daughter Suzi walked in early from school. Well, you might think she'd freak seeing her dear old Daddy dressed like that but no. She's a Hollywood gal! I brought that kid up liberal. Instead she sat next to me on the bed and listened as I cried my eyes out. I told her I loved her Mom more than my own life and I wanted us all to be together and that I'd do anything, ANYTHING, to keep us together. My sweet Suzi, my darling daughter, put her arm around me and kissed my cheek. Very gently she said, "Leave it to me Daddy. I may have an idea. Now go take a shower and clean up before Supermom gets home." Supermom was our name for Helen. It was an affectionate nickname because we both loved her and were in awe of her at the same time. I wiped my eyes and walked to the shower room. "Thanks Suzi," I said. "You are the best daughter a tranny Dad could wish for." "That's okay. You're the best Daddy, tranny or not. Now go change! Oh and Daddy, great legs!" she winked. At dinner Helen started on me again about getting a job but Suzi piped up "Actually Daddy's going for a job interview tonight, aren't you Daddy?" "I am?" "Sorry Daddy, I forgot to tell you, Ms Laurence called back. She wants to see you tonight at seven." Helen was, understandably unconvinced. "What's the job?" "Waitress!" blurted Suzi. "I mean a waiter." "Yeah, that's right," I concurred. "Remember I used to be a waiter when Suzi was small." "Fine, but you're gonna have to move fast if you don't want to be late. Its six thirty now." There wasn't time for Suzi to do more than give me a note with the directions and a kiss on the cheek before I had to get going. "Don't worry Daddy. Maggie Laurence is the Boss' daughter and she's a good friend of mine. You'll make a great waitress." I thought it was another slip of the tongue as I drove off. Now there I was being told by two teenage friends of my daughter that the job actually was 'waitress'. "You're kidding, right? This is Suzi's little joke." "Not at all," said Ms Maggie. "This is Prettybirds Ladies Only Nightclub and Whorehouse. We're a Sissy Brothel. The customers are women. The whores are all men in dresses. Some of them even have tits." She was either the best actress I'd ever met or deadly serious. "I, I can't be a whore. I love my wife." Adele pulled a face "Duh! You won't be a whore! Our mansluts have to keep up an erection for as long as the customer wants it without orgasming - something I believe you have a problem with. You'll be a waitress!" Maggie put her hand on my butt gently. "You're job will be to greet the customers and take their coats, get their drinks and pass on messages. Now take your clothes off." I didn't move. This was weirder than California. Adele sighed like only a teenage girl can and said, "C'mon Jenny! We know you're a transvestite and you've shaved everything." I was outraged. "Did my daughter tell you that?" Adele nodded and smiled. "What she actually said was you were a very convincing and pretty transvestite with great legs." Maggie sighed. "Look Jenny, we don't actually need another waitress. We're doing this as a favor for Suzi because she says you really need the work. Its four nights a week, eight pm till two am. It's tips only but we guarantee you the minimum wage for the first month while you learn the ropes." "That's just a figure of speech," smiled Adele. "Waitresses don't do bondage." Maggie looked at her cousin. "Thank you Addy. Jenny, the better you are, the more money you make. Suzi says you're a charmer with the ladies. You're about the right age for a waitress and you're already a tranny so we don't have to teach you to walk in heels, but if you don't want the job..." I looked at both girls. They were totally serious. It was work, a regular wage, at least to start. "Where do I sign?" "Not so fast, tiger," leered Ms Maggie. "Let's see that Naked Daddy body first." I'd never taken my clothes in front of anyone but Helen before (except for a couple of times on stage when I was 20 but that's totally different) so I was physically trembling. "Can I go behind a screen or something?" I asked plaintively. "Nope!" grinned Ms Adele. "If you can't strip while we watch, you sure as heck can't go down to the lounge in a maid's outfit." She had a point. I slipped out of my sneakers and pulled off my t-shirt. I was sweating. I bent over to drop my jeans and boxers in one move, just to get it over with. Adele said, "Yup. That IS a nice ass." Had my daughter said I had a nice ass too? I turned around to face them as confidently as I could. I was so scared my dick had all but disappeared. They looked down at it and laughed. "Er, it doesn't usually do that," I mumbled. "That's okay," laughed Ms Adele. "It makes the next part easier. Step into this." She held out a bright pink PVC posing pouch. "You have to wear this. Suzi said you love her Mom and want to get back together, right?" I stepped into it and she pulled it up tight, running her hands over my bare ass in the process. My shriveled dick plopped straight in. Ms Maggie explained. "There'll be a lot of temptations downstairs. Some of our customers and most of our whores are very attractive." Ms Adele patted my pouch. "Wearing this means you won't be able to even GET an erection, let alone fool around." Ms Maggie explained "Our waitresses don't usually get involved in sex. That's not their job but every now and then a customer takes a shine to one of you. And sometimes we let 'em have their way - if their Owners agree." Adele picked something up from behind the desk. "But you, pretty Jenny Jigson expressly DO NOT have PTF. That's Permission To Fuck. Now put these on." She held out a pair of flesh colored falsies with a collar. They fitted over me like a bra. "Beggin' your pardon, er Ms Adele, but these ain't gonna fool no one." "They don't have to," she grinned. "You're not there to be fucked. Your job is to serve the customers. A lot of 'em like to see guys humiliated. Putting guys in maids outfits with false titties is part of the fun." Adele squeezed the falsies. They jiggled. "Gel filled, so they bounce comically," she giggled. "Ooo I love dressing up guys. Garter belt next please Maggie." Her cousin handed her a black garter belt. They dressed me all in black. Seamed stockings, lacy panties over my pouch, low cut bra over my fake tits and a maid's outfit with a white apron and a ridiculously short hemline. They topped it off with make up and a blonde wig. The teenage cousins stood me in front of a long mirror. "Waddya think, Mag?" asked Ms Adele as they looked at their new waitress. "Surprisingly cute for his age, Addy. What about you?" Ms Adele squeezed my ass under my skirt. "I think we have time for a fuck before we open. Lie on the bed Jenny." "B-but you said I didn't have permission to fuck." The girls hustled me across the room to the bed in the corner. Adele held me down while Maggie chained my arms and legs to the bed. Adele leered "YOU don't have permission to fuck anybody. But as long as you don't have an orgasm we can have any fun we want with you." Maggie dropped her panties and thrust her dripping pussy at my mouth. "You are Owned now Dress-up Dad, so get licking." Both of them made me, I swear, they made me, lick them to climax. I'd never done that for Helen. Despite the situation, (or maybe because of it) I was getting excited. My dick strained to get erect but the plastic pouch held it down. It was agony, but it was a kind of ecstasy too. At least these girls wanted me for sex, which is more than my wife had done for years. When they'd both had their fun they let me wash my face and put on fresh make up before leading me downstairs and showing me where everything was. The showers, the chill out room, the changing rooms and the private rooms. It was early in the evening so most of the whores were still dressing and putting on make up. Maggie yelled, "Good evening girly-boys! How's your asses doin'?" All of them said together "Ready to be fucked anyway you want, thank you Ms Maggie." "I'm glad to hear it. I want to introduce Jensen, alias Jenny Jiggles. He's trying out as a waitress tonight. His daughter has set a strict No Erections policy. He's a married tranny but has never done this before. So keep an eye on him. You all remember your first time I'm sure." Adele clapped her hands. "Okay guys, its nearly showtime. Waitresses take your positions. Whores, I want you on the floor in five. Doors open in seven. Good Fuck everyone." A guy called Joey Wilson was my buddy for the night. He was in his mid- forties and seemed right at home in his waitress outfit and high heels. We chatted as we wiped over the tables, ready for the first customers. "I've been doing a couple of nights a week here for, oh, four years I guess. It started out as my daughter's idea of a joke but I got to like it." My jaw dropped. "Your daughter?" "Yeah. I thought I heard Ms Adele say your daughter sent you." I explained about Suzi getting me this job to save my marriage. "That's a new one." He smiled. "Most waitresses are here because their Ladies get off on humiliating them. They even come and watch sometimes. You expecting your wife?" "No way! She doesn't know what this place is. She thinks I'm a waiter." "So, you won't be wearing a cock restraint?" "Uh, actually yeah I do. Suzi said I had to." "Sure she did," Joey lifted up his skirt to show a shiny curved steel tube around his dick. "My daughter insists on it too. She wants complete say in who fucks me. Its okay. There's a hole in the end so I can use the bathroom. It just makes darn sure I can't get an erection. Gracie loves the thought of me surrounded by women and unable to do anything. Maybe that's what Suzi gets off on." "Well, she says I'm here to save my marriage, not have orgasms." "Sure she does. I'll bet she'll want to know everything that happens to you tonight. A lot of daughters, certainly in this town, have some pretty heavy fantasies about guys in general and their Fathers in particular." Ms Adele put me behind the bar for the first hour where I could watch Joey and the other waitresses. "Don't be scared," she said, "The customers can get a bit boisterous. When you go out there they'll pinch your ass and make some VERY rude remarks but that's what you're there for. So they know THEY are in charge and the men are just there for their pleasure. But they won't hurt you honey. Its just funnin'. Understand?" "Yes Ms Adele. Thank you Ms Adele." She patted my hand. "Good girly. Suzi'll be proud of you." "Uh Ms Adele, can I ask if my daughter knew what this job was really all about?" Adele shrugged. "Sure she did. She was here only last month." "But she's only seventeen!" "I'm only just sixteen!" she giggled. "There's a party room downstairs with a strictly non-alcoholic bar and a separate entrance. We call it 'Daddies'. We use it for special Teen Nights. Chapter City girls have very healthy sex lives. The teens especially love having cocks in frocks to play with. Your sweet little Suzi had a fantastic time dancing with my Daddy." "Your father works here?" "Sure! See Abigail over there. That's my Dad in a Dress, or in his case right now, a bunny girl outfit with his cock peeking out." "No wonder she was cool with me being trans." "Oh she's more than cool, honey. She loves Cocks in Frocks. Oh oh! Customers! Eyes teeth and tits, sweet cakes!" A group of women had entered the lounge. Two of them wore full face doll masks and the rest kept scarves over their faces. Joey explained that some customers have 'prominent positions' in Chapter City society. "We respect their desire for privacy. It also helps to have friends in high places. We're not illegal in this state but we have to be careful that certain people don't take an interest in us." Two waitresses were taking their coats, laughing and air kissing like they were old friends. As the waitresses turned to leave the women giggled and slapped the 'girls' asses. They just giggled too and hung the coats up in the cloakroom. Adele's Dad and another guy in a bunny outfit moved in on them. The costumes had a heart-shaped hole where the cottontail should be and the women gleefully fondled the men's bare asses. I'd always had fantasies about being treated like that. Back in the day, when Helen and I made love and she was on top (as usual) I'd imagine she was wearing my clothes and I had hers. Well take my tip guys. Be careful what you wish for. As I watched I got seriously turned on and my posing pouch got way too tight for comfort. I thought my dick would break. I tried to take my mind off it by trying to remember the recipes for every cocktail I'd ever made. But it was no good. Customers kept coming up to the bar and saying stuff like "What's your name peaches? You available babe?" One lady, who I swear must have been seventy, just leered and jiggled my falsies. "Wish I still had a pair that good!" and laughed with her friends. With my best Hollywood grin I offered to get a pair for her, wholesale. The women roared and one (also a senior citizen) pinched my (face) cheek. "I like you honey. D'ya fuck?" "I'm afraid not Ma'am. I'm just a waitress and this is my very first shift." "Well, as soon as your Owner decides to make some real money, you be sure and let me know," she leered as she paid for their drinks by stuffing notes down my foam cleavage. An hour in and the big moment came. Joey Wilson aka Joanie Juggs took over behind the bar and gave me a tray of drinks for table five. Well I know how to carry a drinks tray but I hadn't done it for years - and never in heels! So I was a mite wobbly as I crossed the room. Ms Adele grabbed the microphone on the little stage in the corner. "Ladies, may I present Jenny Jiggles, our newest waitress. Its his first night so play nice, okay. And remember..." "DON'T SPILL THE DRINKS!" a lot of the customers chanted. It was obviously a running gag. All the women in the room turned to watch me. Damn, but my dick was begging to be let out! At table five were four women of about my age. I was new in town and I didn't expect them to recognize me. So that was something. I don't know what I'd have done if anybody knew me. As I bent over to put down the drinks tray, one of them ran her hand up the inside of my leg. I flinched with surprise and nearly dropped the tray. Ms Adele came over. "Now now Ladies. You know the rules. You can touch anything you want but don't make the waitress spill the drinks." "Sorry Adele," said the leg-feeler. "Won't happen again." The leg-feeler turned to me. "Well Jenny Jiggles. Now that you've put the drinks down, let's see what's under that skirt." I looked across at Ms Adele who just nodded. Trembling, I lifted my skirt. The women behind me both fondled my near-bare ass. The ones in front rubbed my pink pouch. "Hey Addy," one asked, "can we see his cock?" Adele shook her head. "Sorry ladies. His daughter made it a condition of employment. The prick stays in the pouch." Far from upsetting them, they laughed. "Does that mean we can play 'cock tease' Adele?" Adele shrugged and smiled. "For a couple of minutes. He's got work to do." "Well awright! Make some room for the pretty bird, ladies." I'd never been in quite this situation but when I used to do the drag act the audience could get a little frisky, especially older women. What is that about? So I thought, 'what would Bette Midler do?' So I just put an arm around each and spread my legs. "See anything you like, ladies?" Their ringleader called over to Adele, "He'll do!" They spent a few minutes grabbing and stroking anything they wanted before Adele called them off. As I stood up the ladies stuck bills into my garters. The ringleader slipped a twenty under the strap between my butt cheeks. "That's for you darlin'," she drawled. "I'm Mrs Mason. You make sure you tell me when you get permission to fuck," and she patted me near naked ass. Adele called me over to the desk. "That's how you earn your tips, honey. Keep the customers satisfied and you can make a living at this. Now hand over the cash. Whoever's on the desk will keep a count and The Boss will write you a check at the end of your week, less ten percent." I pulled the notes from the back of my thong. "I can go with that. The money could get a mite sweaty. Thank you Ma'am." Adele smiled and squeezed my ass. "I like your attitude Miss Jiggles. Back to work." "Yes Ms Adele. Thank you Ms Adele." I learned pretty quick to judge what the customers wanted. Some of them wanted you to be wimpy and scared. Others wanted a brassy broad. I'm an actor. I improvised and actually had a pretty good night. My dick complained constantly but it seems pretty much all the waitresses had dick restraints of some kind or other. Their wives or girlfriends (or in one case, Mom!) didn't want them having fun. Joey and I were changing back into guy clothes at the end of the shift. I pulled off my pink posing pouch with a sigh of relief. His metal cock restraint was still on. "My daughter has the only key," he explained. "If she's in a good mood, she may unlock me in the morning." I shook my head. "Man, and I thought being a tranny was as kinky as it gets." Joey smiled. "Oh no, things get a whole lot kinkier than that in Chapter City." I gave Joey a ride home. He usually gets a cab home, provided by the club, but I offered because I needed to talk. He told me all about the 'Relations with Relations' that go on in Chapter City and how he started as a tranny when his daughter dressed him for some charity thing. Years later he was still in a submissive sexual relationship with her - and anyone else she lends him to. "Wow! We all have our own path, Joey, but I don't think I could walk yours. I love my daughter dearly but I've never thought of her like that. Sorry man, but woah!" "Yeah, I know, it's weird but it was Grace's idea. I absolutely never made her do anything. Heck I don't think ANYONE can make Gracie do what she doesn't want to." "I don't think Suzi is after my body. She just wants me to get work." "I'm not so sure. This is Chapter City after all. Tell you what, if Suzi just says 'How'd it go?' and leaves it at that, fine, you're right. She's just a good kid fighting to save her family. But if she wants to know all the sordid details about how the ladies treated you? Well, I think you may have some fun in store." By the time I'd dropped Joey at his house, it was near three am when I drove across town to our nice house in a nice part of town. The house was in darkness and I crept back into bed. Tired, a little confused, but happy - with an aching cock! NEXT DAY Saturday I slept until eleven next day, a Saturday. When I got up Helen had gone shopping. Suzi was in the kitchen pouring coffee for me. She sat opposite me and leant forward. "So, how'd it go?" she asked excitedly. I was embarrassed. "Aww, honey, you don't wanna know." "Sure I do Daddy! I want to know everything." (Hey, that's what Joey said she'd say) "Aww, its kinda, y'know. Its not the kinda job you talk about." "You can talk to me, Daddy. I know what the job is." I took a slug of coffee. "Yeah Ms Adele said you were there last month. How come I didn't know that?" "Remember that birthday party for Annie Maddox? I told you we went to a club." "Yeah, but you didn't say it was a club where men in dresses are MO- lested by women." My daughter bit her lip in excitement. "Were you MO-lested Daddy? What did they do?" I looked at my beloved daughter for a long minute. I saw the sexual electricity in her eyes. She really wanted me to tell her. This could be tricky. My daughter is vivacious and pretty and (with my wife) the most important thing in my life but I had NEVER thought of her in a sex way. (Well maybe just in passing when she wears a bikini on the beach, but you'd have to be 100% gay not to.) I smiled slowly. "Why don't you tell me about dancing with Abigail first?" It was Suzi's turn to sip her coffee. "Well, you know he's got his own breasts, don't you..." "Yeah, seems he gets 'em out at every opportunity." "Well, most of us didn't know Prettybirds was a man-brothel. I didn't know, honest. We thought it was just some bar that Maggie's Mom owned. We came in through a special side door so we didn't know what was going on upstairs. They keep the two parts strictly separate. Security doors and everything. Maggie let us in and took our orders. I was just thinking it was a boring dump when the waitresses came in with our drinks. "Now you, darling draggy Daddy, may look hot in a dress but these two were... Well they were cute but they didn't fool anyone. Me and the girls howled with laughter. We thought we were in a gay bar! Then Maggie explained it was a kinda reverse place where the women are in charge. So Sonia shouts "Hooo Weee!" and clamps her hand on to the waitress' butt and he didn't mind at all! They spent some time with us and were real friendly. They dropped their panties and showed us their penises. Have you showed the ladies yours Dad?" "Uh, no honey. You gave orders I had to be restrained, remember?" My daughter patted my knee. "Oh yeah I did. But its for your own good. We can't have you cheating on Mom." "As opposed to being a plaything for a bunch of women I've never met." She squeezed my thigh and grinned. "Yeah but that's your job. Now do ya wanna hear the rest of the story or are ready to tell me about your night?" "No no. You carry on." Suzi straightened up. "Where was I? Oh yeah. We played with the waitresses for a while and then Maggie introduced the entertainment for the evening. She announced them as exotic dancers Raquel and Abigail. These two really gorgeous babes came in dressed up like Vegas showgirls. Oh I forgot! They low cut push-up bras with with glitter on their titties, so we thought why would we wanna see two girls dance? But then they pulled their skirts apart and they had PENISES! Yeah, STIFFY Penises! How cool is that? "So they danced around to some disco thing and we were whooping and cheering. No guys we know in school would ever do that. They're all trying to be cool and macho. These two older guys were something else. Then they stripped..." "They stripped? In front of teenage girls?" My daughter just nodded. "Uh-huh. Well we'd already seen the important parts! Bit it was very tasteful, Daddy. Real erotic dancing kinda stuff. My friends loved it. Then when they were down to just their push up bras and hose they pole danced for us. It was awesome. And the hottest thing was Raquel and Abigail are Maggie and Adele's Daddies! Isn't that just like soooo amazing!" "Ya think?" Suzi sat on my lap and put an arm around me. "Sure! It is totally hot. I'd love to see you pole dance." I'd never really allowed the thought of my young daughter having sexual fantasies to cross my mind. And now, there she was saying not only that she loved seeing men strip but she wanted to see ME - her Dad - POLEDANCE! It was too much. "Its no good. I can't do this Suzi. I just can't. I'm gonna phone Adele and tell her I quit." Suzi took my face in her hands and said quietly but firmly. "You are not gonna quit. All your life you've quit. That's why Mom doesn't want you around anymore. She loves you Daddy. We both do. But you gotta earn your keep. You are gonna go in tonight and be the best waitress they've ever had." And she kissed me gently and slowly on the lips. It felt just like her Mom was kissing me. I wanted those kisses back so much. "You really think your Mom still loves me?" Suzi stroked my shaven head. "Certain. Its just she's tired of bailing you out is all. And you being all depressed and mooning about the house doesn't help. Bring home a wage and lighten up and she'll back in your arms in no time. This family is not gonna break up, d'ya hear me?" I looked at my lovely young daughter and knew what I had to do. "I'll go in - but - d'ya think I could have another of them kisses? You kiss just like Mom." Suzi squinted at me in amusement. "Just one - but don't get no Chapter City ideas. I'm doing this for Mom." Suzi kissed me again. It started soft but got harder and more passionate. Without thinking I put my hand on her hip and she responded by hugging me tighter. We stayed there just kissing for a while. It was the first friendly feminine contact I'd had in years. Suzi pulled away with a gasp. "Woah! Mom must be so mad at you to pass up kisses like that!" She stood up and smoothed her clothes down. "I gotta run Daddy. I promised Amelia Perry I'd help her on a project." She grabbed her bag and made for the kitchen door. "I won't be back till this evening. Promise me you'll go to work Daddy." I stood up. "I promise." She stopped, looked at me and said, "One more," She put her arms around my neck and kissed me again. "And tomorrow you'll tell me ALL the naughty details?" On impulse, I squeezed her butt. "What do I get if I do?" My daughter grinned and squeezed my ass back. "A happy daughter. Bye Jenny Jiggles." It was only afterwards, as I turned on a cold shower that I realized I hadn't told her my waitress name.