Jamie had the grace of a gazelle and the stamina of a marathon runner, and as much as I tried to stay with her on the dance floor, I couldn't. I slowly faded back and my movements were lethargic compared to hers.
All of the eyes in the club were on her as she swayed and pranced and danced. Her natural grace and ten years of dance class combined to give her the presence and style of a Vegas front dancer.
I was proud to be with her, both as her father and her date. The younger men hated me, I hoped. At least that illusion gave me great joy. All of the men and many women were mesmerized by her and more than once I was tapped on the shoulder by an eager suitor, who wanted to dance with her, but she always shunned them and smiled as she declined.
Finally, I gave in and drug her back to our table. Soon we were approached by a young man in chinos, and I insisted that she go dance with him. She reluctantly agreed and they went off. I could barely see them as they moved to the far side of the floor. The first songs were fast and I enjoyed watching as she taunted him, but then the band played a slow love song, and my heart dropped as I watch her move into his arms.
He held her tight and then she dropped her head to his shoulder and I could see that his hands had moved down to her ass. I was livid to see my daughter handled that way, and I fought to control my anger. I remained in my seat, hoping the song would end soon, and that she would return to our table.
She didn't, and I watched as another man cut in and he danced with her too. She teased him and he was under her spell immediately. He held her hips as they danced and then I watched in horror as she backed up against him and his arms went around her and brushed her breasts. I could see her bending slightly and I knew she was rubbing her ass against his cock.
I started to rush to the floor and drag her away, but didn't. My heart raced as I realized I was angry, disappointed and very excited. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to keep her for myself. I wanted her to flaunt her sexuality and tease them, and I realized I wanted to watch her as she did.
Amazingly enough to me, my cock again started growing down my pants leg. I rubbed the head through my pants as she laughed and threw her head back. She shimmied and shook and vogued. She brushed her hands across her breasts and thrust her hips out and did everything she could to captivate everyone in the club. And it worked.
I couldn't take it anymore, and I went to the men's room to collect my thoughts. As I stood at the urinal, I heard a couple of guys come in.
"Did you see that hot bitch in the pink?"
"Yeah. Rich danced with her a few minutes ago. He said she was hot as hell. He felt her ass and she rubbed his cock when the were dancing. He's gonna take her to the players room and fuck her when she takes a break."
"No shit? I'd like some of that pussy too, maybe I'll join them."
"Yeah for sure. If I see them leave, I'm there too, dude."
I washed my hands and went out into the club. Jamie wasn't on the floor, and my heart sank. I went to the bar and asked where the players room was and he pointed to a door to the far end of the club. I rushed to it and stormed into the room.
It was darker, lit only with a few small lamps and a black light. There was a separate door that was open and light streamed through it. I peered into the main room. I could see couples sitting and lying and in various stages of lovemaking. She wasn't there.
I went to the open door and looked in. A woman was on her knees on top of a man, and another was fucking her ass. She was sucking another, while three other men kneeled at her sides. I moved beside them to see her face.
Relief swept through me, when I didn't recognize her.
I went back to the club area and returned to my table to see Jamie sitting there. She smiled at me as I sat back down.
"Where were you?"
"I was walking around."
It was quiet for a few seconds, and she touched my arm. I pulled away.
"What's wrong, Daddy?"
"I was watching you with those men and you were really getting out of line, I thought, letting them touch and grab you, and I saw you rubbing your ass against them. I didn't like that. It made you look cheap and like a slut."
"But Daddy, earlier you called me a slut and a whore when I was sucking you. I thought that's what turned you on. God knows it did me."
I was shocked to hear my angel say that.
"But."
