Wendy was nineteen, she'd moved out of her parents two years before but her financial situation had made it hard to live on her own. Her parents Frank and Kathleen had agreed to let her move back, if she got worked and saved her money. She also had to buy her own groceries and pay them rent. For barely one fifty, she got what she paying three hundred for.
Her weekend routine was always hard, she'd been working part time as a waitress in the mornings and moonlighting as a dancer at Fancy Franny's. She liked dancing, it made her feel sexy and sometimes she got laid after work. She hadn't been getting laid much because of her living situation.
It was Friday evening, she had to work the midnight shift at Fancy's and she had a new outfit. It was a police officer's uniform but it came with a jet black wig. She liked to wear wigs, it made sex feel exotic to her. Her police badge said Officer Cumslut. She grinned thinking about what her night was going to be like.
Halfway through her shift, Wendy had to do Officer Cumslut. She put the uniform on with high heeled boots and lace knee highs. She put on a pair of sunglasses and danced her way through the curtain. Her outfit was a hit! The men crowded the stage and her garter could barely hold her cash. By the looks of the horny older man who was shoving fiftys in her panties, she had some new fans too.
Back in her dressing area, Wendy counted her money. She had twelve fifty dollar bills, all from that man. He'd paid her six hundred dollars just to take off her clothes for him. She'd take it any night of the week! She sat there in a thong, not bothering to dress or cover up. She looked up and saw Rascal. He was the night security to the dressing area door.
"Excuse me Miss Wendy! We have a man at the door looking to talk to the sweet, young Officer Cumslut!"
She grinned, the best part of her job. Men would want to meet her and hook up after she got off. She always got a few hundred dollars to get her nut off. She loved her job! "Rascal, tell him she'll be right out."
She hurried back into her costume and scampered to the door just as Rascal informed the man she'd be out. She leaned against the door as an older man of about fifty approached her. "Hello sweet thing," he smiled, "How'd you like to accompany an old man to breakfast after you get off?"
She smiled, "It depends, will it be worth my time?"
He laughed, "I think it will, I have a friend who'd like to meet you too."
She grinned, "That should really make it worth my while then. I'll meet you at the front door at three."
She danced a few more dances in costume, she even wore another wig to shake things up. Her spirits were high, the man who tipped her six hundred dollars for dancing wanted to meet up. She could only imagine the payout.
Showering before slipping back into her Cumslut outfit, Wendy hurried to meet her date. She strutted out and he stood and took her arm. Leading her outside, he helped her into the back of a waiting car and slipped in next to her. His hand resting on her leg, he handed her a glass of champagne. She sipped it and watched as they made their way to the next town over to the luxurious hotel suites of the Camelot.
They made their way to the fifteen floor and down to a huge suite with a room overlooking the ocean. He led her into a lounge area and offered her more champagne. He slipped his jacket off and called out to the friend, "Hey Frankie, you're going to love what I found for us tonight."
He left the room and reentered with another man. Wendy's jaw slipped open and she quickly shut it as she realized that Frankie was her father! She knew he'd told her mother he was away on business this weekend, he'd left this morning. Here he was in a hotel in the next town with another man, picking up strippers to fuck!
His eyes trailed their way up her body, his comments loud and obnoxious. "Damn Big Al, you found a good one tonight. Her ass is nice. Those tits are fuckable!" His words stopped when his eyes met hers and he realized the woman he was ready to rip her clothes off and fuck, was none other than his own daughter.
Al chose that moment to announce he was taking a steamy shower and he'd rejoin them in a moment. Frank made his way across the room and into her face. "What the hell are you doing here? Don't tell me you're a hooker?"
