Kaitlin lay in her bed, stretching, as morning blossomed through the window blinds.

The bed sheets covered her ass and not much else. She had kicked them off in the middle of the night because even with the stand up fan beside her bed, it was still hotter than hell in her room. She rolled over, her nipples standing at attention as the circulating air hit them. She blinked, staring at the ceiling for a moment, wondering where she was. Her mind thought back to last night and The Cabaret. Kaitlin smiled. She wasnt sure if she was going to be able to do it, but once she got there and stood on stage, all of her inhibitions and the nervousness she was feeling fell off her like the robe she had been wearing. It was incredible. All those people, cheering for her. She had never experienced anything like it. To top it all off, she knew her stepfather was watching her, and that made her want to be the best. To win. It wasnt something she had planned. She had seen the flier advertising the contest lying around the house, and decided at the last moment to enter. She didnt know why, really. It wasnt like she had anything to prove to Michael. It was more for the money than anything. Five hundred bucks times four was two thousand dollars. Plus tips? That would carry her along for a little while. Now that she was done with school she had no interest in getting a real job, or going on to higher education. Kaitlin didnt know what she wanted to do with her life. All she knew was that she needed money to get through it. The Cabaret was as good a place as any to get some. All she had to do was get her stepfather to go along with the idea. He was so funny, trying to act all tough and such. She had seen him staring at her countless times before, and last night he couldnt take his eyes off of her no matter how hard he tried. She knew what men wanted, and Michael was a man, just like any other. He could be coercedseducedall with a flick of her smile and a flash of her bikini. Like dancing, the thought excited her. He

was an attractive, smart guy, and together they could do great things. He wouldnt tell her mother, she knew that. He would be on the receiving end of the shit storm to end all shit storms if he did, and she knew thats not what he wanted. Hed give in, let her perform, and shed shake her ass like no other and get those men drooling all over her. She reached down and traced the waistband of her panties. So many men, she thought. It made her body tingle at the possibilities. They all wanted her, but couldnt have her. She wasnt theirs to take. Kaitlin was the one in control, and that made her feelpowerful. Her fingers penetrated the fabric, reaching down further to rest on her mound. It was smooth, freshly shaved. It had to be in that bikini she wore. Nothing more than dental floss, really. She closed her eyes and began rubbing her clit. So many men. After a moment, she kicked off the covers and removed her underwear, lifting her ass high in the air to slide them off. Spreading her legs, Kaitlin licked two fingers on one hand and slid them deep inside her, while continuing to work over her clit with the other. Her mind flashed through images of last night on stage. Men all around her, their eyes wide with hunger. Then, Michael, staring at her in the dressing room, his tongue nearly hitting the floor. She would have helped him, given the chance. The evening had made her so fucking horny that she had no qualms about pulling out his cock and jerking it up and down until it spewed all over her body. God thats hot. She moaned, bucking her hips up against her fingers as they wiggled around inside her pussy. Only it wasnt her fingers. It was her stepfathers tongue, sliding all around her. His nose tickling her button while he lapped at her sweet juices. Even the fan wasnt enough to break through the heat her body was letting off, and her hair stuck to her temples like a matted helmet.

Fuuuuck, she whispered. Her chest heaved up and down and her lower belly contorted into a tight ball of pleasure that wanted nothing more than to break free and gush all over the bed. She writhed up and down, her hands a blur as they moved faster and faster and faster. Just as she was about to come though, a knock at the door rattled her and whoever it was didnt wait for her to respond. It opened and in walked Michael. She didnt have time to cover up, nor did she want to. She kept her hands where they were, shielding her pussy. Goddammit! she feigned surprise. He backed away in shame, covering his eyes with his forearm. Oh fuck. Jesus. Im sorry, Kat. He didnt back out of the room, though, and that told her something. He lowered his arm for a moment and glanced at her naked form, quickly replacing it to block his line of sight. Can you, put some clothes on or something. Kaitlin shook her head. No, Im good. Well Im not! You see girls naked almost every day. Not like that. She threw her hands up in surrender, making a big huff about it before covering herself below the waist. Fine, she said, still exposing her breasts. Michael dropped his arm to his side. Breasts he could handle. Masturbating stepdaughters? Not so much. Thank you. He stepped closer. Beneath his comfy shorts, his dick stirred and he stopped, trusting himself to go no further. Kaitlin grinned, shifting over onto her side to rest her head on the palm of her hand. So whats up? she asked, her voice bouncy and bright.

Michael cleared his throat, doing his best to avoid her tits and make eye contact with her. He failed miserably, going back and forth between them like he was in a tennis match with his cock. About last night, he said, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible. Uh huh? I dont know what youre game is, Kat, but Ive decided to let you dance. For the four Fridays agreed upon in the contest, anyway. She frowned. And after? He shrugged. Well have to wait and see. You know its the right thing to do, she purred, lying on her back to stretch. She arched her spine, pushing her nipples higher into the air. They stood at attention like two tiny soldiers waiting for orders. Michael rubbed his cheek, in awe of her sexuality. Do you know what youre getting yourself into, Kaitlin? he asked. What do you mean? Its not all about dancing and money you know. Ive seen things happen to girls that I wish I hadnt. Its not a job for the faint of heart, lets just say that. She thought about this for a moment, and then said, Im a big girl. I can take care of myself. He saw that he wasnt going to get anywhere with her. Her mind was made up, and no matter what Michael said to dissuade her from performing at The Cabaret, she was going to go ahead with it anyway. Standing there now, with her exposed like that, taking everything in that nonchalant way she always did, he cursed himself for agreeing to all this. He couldnt go back on his word now, though. Too many people were depending on him. Kaitlin, Guido, the men waiting with baited breath to see her naked. Not

to mention the money. Fuck. Whatever, he finally said, waiving a hand at her and walking out. Michael? she called after him. Yeah? he turned to glance at her one last time. She threw the sheets off of her and spread her legs. This time he didnt look away. He stood there, staring down at her pussy. It glistened in the morning light. Sparkling like a beautiful diamond. I came while you were talking, she said, and then started to giggle. He wanted to slap her and lick her all at once. Get down there between her legs, give into temptation, and just taste her. God help him, he thought about it. For a brief, fleeting moment, he thought about it. Youre showing, she said, pointing at his shorts. Michael looked down and saw them sticking out, his dick raising the material up like a tentpole. If the flap werent buttoned, it would have broken free. He shook his head and scowled at Kaitlin, this time walking out of the bedroom with her giggles ringing in his ear like nails being dragged across a chalkboard.