My cousin's death came as quite a shock. What was a bigger shock was that she left me her house and a small trust fund for the upkeep of the house. My cousin had just entered retirement age, and I would be there in fifteen years. The best part for me was that after a lifetime of living in apartments, I would finally have a house of my own. I broke my lease and moved out as soon as I could.

The two story house was going to be more than I needed. First though, I had to get rid of my cousin's personal items. Luckily, her clothes and such items were happily accepted by Goodwill and other charities. I then adjusted to a new routine in a new neighborhood.

The house was in one of those upscale subdivisions with a lot of folks at retirement age, or near. There were a few exceptions, like my new neighbors. On my left side, they were a mixed group. First, was Bill, a nice guy. A retired Navy and Airline Pilot who kept busy with activities at a local private airport. His wife, which he confessed was a Phillipine mail order bride, was twenty five years younger than him. Bill and Sara had a girl that looked about fourteen, give or take.

Kristen had taken her looks from the best of both sides of her family. Standing at just at over five feet, she had a light colored complexion, long light brown hair, almond shaped brown eyes, a sculpted nose, thin lips, and, oh my, what a figure. She was thin, but very blessed in the chest area. I sometimes saw her in a school drill team uniform (with a short short skirt), a skin tight purple leotard-which made me drool, or her favorite outfit-a white halter top, short brown skirt, and knee high boots.

She had definitely unleashed the pedophile in me. I played it off and made sure to never be obvious. I fantasized about scenarios with her, like being a pizza delivery driver and she answers the door in the nude. It didn't help when she would bring home an equally hot friend. I would then imagine the two of them in a hot tub and, I was the naughty cameraman.

I tried politely to engage her in conversation a few times, but she gave me that egocentric teenage brush off that girls are good at. It was when her parents were around, and they were coming and going. Every Saturday morning, Sara would do her grocery shopping, and more often than not, she would take Kristen with her. Sara was also good for disappearing about mid morning and not returning until late afternoon, and this is where this tale twists.

My cousin had built the most excellent gazebo in the back yard. Evidently, she had carefully tracked the sun's path so that the gazebo was entirely in shadow every afternoon at one. I loved going out to the gazebo in the afternoons. I could sit in the shade, take in the yard, and not get baked.

The gazebo was next to the property line. Evidently, Bill and Sara had a similar type structure just on the other side of the fence. Sometimes, I would hear them as they talked about various subjects, but one afternoon, Kristen decided to use their gazebo for what she assumed was total privacy. She was either on a cell phone or a wireless phone.

"Okay, I can talk now" she began, "my dad came home early." After a pause, she resumed, "It so arrived in the mail today. I can't wait to use it. You should see it, I do look so much like Kim's cousin. Yeah, she talked her cousin into sending it to me. She didn't need it anymore after she got her license renewed."

After another pause, she resumed, "I'm going to use it to make money. Have you ever heard of the Kit Kat club ? It's about twenty miles south of here. My dad never goes there, and my mom wouldn't."

Another pause, then "I don't know. It's a full nude place. I'll tell them I can work Friday afternoons and on Saturdays."

"I'll walk around the corner and take a cab. There's a car dealership next to the club. The cab driver won't suspect a thing. I'll make more than enough to cover it."

"You should see the negligees. I ordered them from Victoria's Secret. It pays to check the mail before the parents do."

"I don't know, let them touch my boobs and ass. It's not like the guys at school don't, I'm used to it. They try to pretend it's an accident, but we know it's not."

"I know, so like at least I'll get paid for it. I hear strippers can make three or four hundred a shift. I'll save up for a car and get it while I'm in college."

"It's not like I'm going to be the only high school girl who's a stripper. I hear there's two or three of them at our school, maybe I'll just be the only freshman stripper."

"Oh shit, my dad is coming out into the yard. I'll call you in a bit."

I was reeling. Here, this fourteen year old girl was intending on using someone else's identification so that she could shake her ass in a club, for strangers, for money. Had I been a noseybob meddler and do gooder, I would've told her parents. I'm not a meddler, I'm a pervert, and I couldn't have planned a better scenario.

Of course, there could be complications. The management at the Kit Kat club might not buy the bullshit. She might scuttle the plan herself. She might go to another club, and there's forty other clubs in the city.

Then, there's the actual meet. She might panic when she sees me and leave the club. She might play along, then accuse me of molesting her later. She might get caught at the club, and decide to bury me to take the heat off of herself. It's not I can say "I didn't know her", because I do know the parents. Still, it was the little head that was making all the decisions.

On Saturday, at 3 p.m., I parked outside the Kit Kat club. I went in the front door where a scantily clad, but bored, receptionist asked me for a ten dollar cover charge. As I took out my wallet, she informed me that if I wanted access to the VIP area that I needed to buy a wristband now for a twelve dollar charge. If I bought the wristband later, the charge would be twenty five dollars. I sighed and gave the girl a twenty and a five. She gave me three singles and motioned to a tip jar. I put two of the singles in the jar, then went through a door onto the main floor of the club.

The main floor was about a hundred feet by a hundred feet. A main stage took up one wall of the club. Mirrors lined the back wall of the stage. The stage, now empty, was lit only by the purplish glow of black lights recessed somewhere above the mirrors. A scantily clad waitress came over and seated me, then asked for my drink order. I ordered a soda and she disappeared towards the bar in the back of the room.

While I waited for my drink, I looked around the room. There were three strippers talking to guys sitting at tables. There were five guys sitting alone, and three strippers sitting at the bar. As my waitress returned with my drink, the club D.J. introduced a stripper. A black female, about twenty five pounds overweight, came out on stage. I was beginning to regret the thirty bucks I had laid out on this recon mission.

I tried not making eye contact with the stripper on stage. The last thing I wanted was her thinking of me as a prospective customer. There was a small TV above the stage that was on a sports channel. The volume was turned off and there wasn't any closed captioning. Three guys on the channel were talking about something. I felt a presence at my side. I turned and saw one of the strippers that had been sitting at the bar. Closeup, I could see that she was a blonde who was about twenty. Stretch marks around her breasts told me that being a young mother had damaged her body. I declined her offer of companionship and returned my attention to the TV.

Ten minutes later, another one of the strippers from the bar was up on stage. She was of college age, but either wasn't a mother, or she hid it well. The ton of makeup on her face told me that she might be trying to hide a bad case of acne. I checked my watch and observed that I'd spent forty minutes on this, and I would only commit another twenty minutes before giving up.

The black stripper that had been onstage came up and asked if I wanted company. I turned her down and looked at my watch again. Another fifteen minutes, then I would give up and go home. I began to wonder why Kristen wasn't here. Different scenarios ran through my head. I watched the TV, then felt my bladder call me. I decided to take a leak, then hit the road. I got up from the table and saw Kristen standing next to one of the customers behind me.

I didn't even see her enter the floor, but then again, I don't know the full layout of the place. I turned my head only enough to watch them out of the corner of my eye. Kristen was wearing a white babydoll negligee. The customer she was talking to was a Mexican in a green long sleeve shirt. He looked like a day laborer. After a moment, he got up and they headed to the VIP area.

I cursed my luck. I hoped they wouldn't be awhile. I ran to the bathroom and relieved myself, then rushed back to my table. It was important that she approach me, or I ambush her on stage. Looking carefully, I noticed that the VIP Entrance was reflected in the mirrors onstage. The image was blurry, but good enough to tell who was coming out. A moment later, I saw the Mexican coming out of VIP.

I was surprised to see him so early. I turned to look directly at him. He didn't look happy. He looked around, then made his way back to his table. I saw the VIP door start to open. I quickly turned back to the stage. The image coming through the door had white lingerie-it was her. Her figure moved around, but it was hard to tell exactly where she was. I felt pressure on my left forearm. I turned to see another of the strippers trying her luck with me. I politely dismissed her as quickly as possible while worrying that I wasn't going to lose her again. The stripper took my hint and left. I shifted in my chair to look back towards the stage. Something bumped into my right arm. I looked up and was eye to eye with Kristen.

The smile on her face quickly turned into a look of panic.

"Hi", I offered.

When she froze in place, I asked her to sit, then got her to sit down.

"How are you ?" I asked.

"Fine", she curtly answered.

"How's business ?"

"Okay."

The one word answers told me that she wasn't going to be helpful. I took another tack.

"I noticed you weren't in the back very long with the _____"

She cut me off with "Please don't tell my parents. I just don't need any shit right now, please, please ?"

"Okay", I laughed, "I won't tell them if you don't tell them that you invited me to your first porno shoot."

She got a WTF look.

"I'm kidding, just kidding. Take it easy."

I noticed that she slumped a little and relaxed. She got a half smile.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you in a place like this", I observed.

"What do you mean, a person like me ?"

"You hang out with your mom and dad. You don't get in trouble in school, that I know of."

"Yeah, well, my dad told me that he'll only pay for me to go to community college. He says that I can get a four year degree there. I want more than that. I want to go to a regular college. I want to go to football games. I want a car."

I was impressed by her determination. I didn't want to come across as a pervert, but she was in a strip club.

"Want to go to the back", I asked, "so I can help with your college fund ?"

"Okay", she agreed with a shrug.

We went to the back and into a booth with a small couch and an open door. I sat on the couch and she whipped off her top, releasing two firm C cup breasts with large brown nipples. My heart rate increased and I began to wonder if this was going to be a great sexual encounter.

She leaned against a wall and jiggled her pert little butt. Then she turned her back to me and jiggled her butt some more. Finally, she turned towards me, leaned across, then assumed a position so that she was laying sideways across me. She pressed her chest into mine a half dozen times, then the song ended.

She stood up. "Want another dance ?" she asked.

"Did they teach you that ?" I asked.

"Teach me what ?"

"How to do lap dances."

"I watched one of the other girls, once."

"Did they give you any rules ? Tell you what to do, or not to do."

"No sex", she answered, "other than that....", she shrugged.

"Did your other customers stop at one song, like the guy before me ?"

"Yeah."

"Can I tell you something ?"

She gave me a curious look.

"That was bad, really bad. If I didn't know you, I would've left already."

"So, what can I do ?" she asked.

"Look, I can teach you the ultimate lap dance. I can make you the top money maker in this joint. Would you like my help ?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I can show you, but I can't do it in a song or two. I can't do it in half an hour with you counting songs. What time do you get off ?"

"At seven."

"Can you leave early ?"

"There's a ninety dollar charge."

"Tell you what, I was going to spend two hundred today. I already spent thirty. So, I'll split the difference and give you the one seventy. You leave early and meet me at the Irish Inn-it's about a mile from here. I can teach you by seven what you need to know. How were you going to get home ?"

"A cab."

"You take a cab to the hotel. I'll take you most of the way home, okay ?"

She nodded. We exchanged cell phone numbers. I gave her the money, then left. I drove to the hotel and checked in. I texted her the room number, then took my OTC (Out Of Club) bag to the room.

My OTC bag is a backpack I take with me when I go strip clubbing. The OTC bag has things necessary for a hotel date with a stripper. Among it's contents is a camera. I took the camera out when I reached the room and plugged it in. I then freshened up. I was going to keep my word and teach her, but I was also going to help myself to some young cooze.

Nearly an hour later, she knocked on the door. I let her in. She was wearing a stylish black T shirt and black jeans, looking very much like a 13 or 14 year old. I wondered how she passed inspection at the club. I told her to go ahead and change into her "stripper clothes". She took her tote bag and started to head for the bathroom.

"Whoa, where ya goin ?" I asked.

"In the bathroom, to change."

"No, change out here. Besides, I'm going to take pictures."

"You're going to take pictures ?"

"They're just for me. It's not like I'm going to share them with anybody. Besides, you can come over, anytime, and look at them."

She reluctantly agreed, giving me a wary look. I snapped a picture as each article of clothing came off. Once she was nude, I had her stop and model for me. First, I snapped a pic of her laying on her side, he head propped up with an arm. Then, I had her raise a leg. I took that from a couple of views. Then, I had her lay back and spread her legs. I noticed that her bald pussy lips had become inflammed and had turned a purplish color. I thought of going in and helping myself, but we had a ways to go.

I posed her on all fours next. I took those pics from different views, side, and then with legs together, and legs spread. Then, I had her move back to a sitting position, where I posed her several ways. Finally, I stopped and had her finish putting on her stripper outfit.

Once she was dressed, I sat next to her, explaining how to assess a customer, checking shoes, clothes, and teeth. A man who doesn't take care of all three is much less a prospect for money, than a man who does. I also explained how to talk to a customer, asking him about his work, and using a gesture to check his hands against what he says he does. This might also help her decide who is, and isn't, a vice officer on a fishing expedition. I found out that one guy had already pumped her for information, but she had told him that she graduated early and was taking a year off before starting college. I congratulated her for her quick thinking. With preliminaries out of the way, I moved on to the lap dance area.

"When you enter the lap dance room", I explained, "don't start counting songs. Instead, ask your customer if you can take off those platforms. Most men don't like them. In a lap dance room, all they do is just get in the way. You impress a customer when you go barefoot. Next, take off your clothes and ask him if he would like to wait for the next song. The song was already playing when we entered the room. Men don't like that. It makes them feel cheated. You don't want to piss off a customer, you want him to spend time with you."

Continuing, I went on. "So, get naked and sit in his lap. Encourage him to touch you. Remember what I told you about cops. Take one of his hands and put it on one of your boobs. If he drops his hand, there's a good chance that he's a cop. In that case, give him the crappy lap dance you gave me. Now for the lap dance, go ahead and get undressed."

I got up and turned on the radio, then moved to a chair in the room. I watched as Kristen undressed. When she was nude, I had her come and sit in my lap. I caressed her thighs and copped a feel of her boobs. A song was playing on the radio. When it ended, I told her to get up and turn her back to me. I then instructed her to sit in my lap so that her back was to my chest. When she had done so, I instructed her to lean her head back onto my shoulder. I told her that if her customer wasn't already playing with her boobs, to grab his hands and put them there. To illustrate my point, I reached around and caressed her boobs, feeling her firmness, telling her to remain in this position a minute.

Next, I had her get up and then straddle my lap. I explained to her that this was the most important part. She needed to offer a nipple to his lips while she reached around and gently played with his hair, or caressed his neck, or rub his shoulders while leaning in and moaning softly in his ear. I then had her do what I had just explained. I also told her to change nipples so that one nipple doesn't get too sore.

I then instructed her to sink to the floor, and rub the customer's thighs, then move her hand to his crotch. She needed to rub his dick, then put her mouth over it and breath on it, making sure not to bite. She then caressed my thighs and found my rock hard dick. Her face lit up.

"I can feel your thing."

I reached down and placed my hand on hers. I showed her how to rub a man's dick. Then, I instructed her to place her mouth over my dick and breath on it. After a minute, I told her to stand up.

"This is an important part of the dance. Climb up on him, place your feet on his thighs, and put your pussy in his face. Put your hand on top of my head to steady yourself. Now, make sure you keep your pussy a couple of inches from his face. Let him look at it, but don't push it against him. Go ahead and try it."

It took her a moment to figure out the mechanics of the move. Finally, her tiny feet were on my thighs and her bald little beaver was right in front of me. I ran my hands on her legs and felt their silky smoothness.

"Okay, got it ?" I asked.

"Yes", she replied with a laugh.

"Then climb down and start from the beginning. Do the whole thing."

She climbed down and looked at me. I could see her recounting the steps in her head. I made a twirling movement with my finger. She got an "Oh yeah" look in her eyes and sat on my lap, guiding my hands to her boobs. With her head on my shoulder, I took advantage of the moment to nuzzle her ear with my nose. She giggled and flinched.

"You have to be ready for that", I warned her.

She got up, turned, and straddled my lap. As she offered me her right nipple, I cupped her bare ass in my hands. I squeezed her pert little buns while she clumsily played with the back of my neck. Sliding my hands up, I felt the suppleness of her back with a caress. Then I returned one hand to her ass while I used the other to go between her legs. Using my middle finger, I felt the moisture of her slit. She flinched and gave me a look of curiousity. Then she offered me her left nipple for ten seconds before she slid out of my lap and onto the floor.

Like before, she caressed my thighs and found my stiff member. She got a naughty look on her face. I stepped things up by reaching down and pulling my zipper open.

"Grab it", I told her.

She reached in my fly and grasped my dick, pulling it out from it's enclosure. She clumsily grasped my dick and tried to rub it.

"Suck it" I commanded.

Reluctantly, she leaned her head over, and took my dick in her mouth. She created a suction. I reached down and moved her head in an up and down manner. In seconds, she got the idea, but her teeth scraped the underside of my dick.

"No teeth", I whispered.

Cradling my dick with her tongue, she took me on a road to bliss. In seconds I felt a tingle between my legs. I gasped and shot my load in her mouth. To my surprise, she swallowed the whole thing, not spilling a drop.

Feeling my dick shrivel, she released it and smiled.

"How was I ?" she asked.

"You were marvelous. That was great."

"Thanks."

I reached down and took her hands. "It's your turn" I told her.

I then guided her to the bed and laid her down. I directed my head to her chest where I suckled on a nipple while I reached down and fingered her slit. She reached up limply and touched my head while she softly moaned. Her breathing increased as I put her clit between a pair of fingers and made a circular motion. I felt her squirm and her moaning increased in frequency. My dick began to recover from it's earlier activity.

I moved my head between her legs and tasted her. Her breathing turned to pants and I saw her hands grasp the bedspread. I undid the buttons of my shirt and opened my pants. With that done, I mounted her. She looked up with desire as I lined up my dick with her opening.

She was small down there. It took a moment of pushing, then I went in her as she gasped. It took a moment, and I took my time, but I was able to get most of my length in her. I started a slow motion, pumping her gently. She looked at me with a look of surrender-she was lost in the moment. In minutes, she was matching my movements as her feet moved up and down my calves. I increased the speed of my strokes. Her little hands squeezed my biceps. Her eyes closed and she arced her back. I saw the climax build in her.

"OH SHIT !!" she screamed, "wait Robert, wait. Stop !!"

I stopped for a moment and looked at her face. She laughed.

"Oh shit, I think I nutted. That was awesome."

She reached up and smiled as she gently touched my cheek. I started my pumping motions. She sank back into desire. I started on a second build up. I increased my speed. I felt that tingle again. My fluid rushed into my dick and I came in her.

I held my position and waited for my breathing to slow before I fell halfway across her. As I lay there, she gently moved her hands across my shoulders and upper back. When my breathing returned to normal, my brain started working again.

I looked up at the clock, it was 7:16. I asked her what time she should be home.

"I told my parents I would be home by eight."

"Where do they think you are ?"

"Hanging out with friends."

"Let's get up and get dressed. Do you need to wash up ?"

"No, I can do that at home."

I started to get up and pull myself together.

"Wait", she protested, "what about us ?"

I leaned in and kissed her.

"You have my number, I only live next door. You can call or text anytime. I'm sure we can work something out."

She accepted that and got up, pulling her clothes together. I re-packed my OTC bag. Twenty minutes later, we were in my car and heading north. At ten to eight, I dropped her off at a hospital close to our homes. I watched as a cab arrived minutes later. She took the cab to a playground near our homes, where she walked the remaining block.

When she got to her room, at my request, she texted me to let me know that everything was okay. After her bath, she called and we talked a bit before her parents started checking on her. Actually, I was glad they did that as I didn't want to do that teenage "talk all night" thing. Her last text before she went to sleep was "Will be dreaming of you."

The End

Epilogue: We had a pregnancy scare from our night in the hotel. It might have been the stress of a forbidden relationship, and a forbidden job. We both sighed collectively six weeks later when her period arrived. It didn't stop us from being lovers.

We managed to keep things on the QT until she was sixteen. Kristen's parents had a trial seperation and both eventually figured out, and accepted, that we were lovers. They didn't have a clue when it started, and that kept me from ending up in the klink.

As for her strip clubbing, Kristen stayed at the Kit Kat club until she turned 16. Over the next year, she went through three different clubs. Eventually, she ended up at an upscale joint. Her nest egg from working went to nearly six figures. When she entered college, she quit working.

In her first year, she abandoned me for a few months while she had a fling. He finally did something that drove her back into my arms. In five months, she will graduate and we'll marry. Life is good.

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