Jake wasn’t excited about taking the client to a strip club. He thought the dancers were probably in their forties and too jaded to be interesting. He was wrong. One of them was a dead ringer for his stepdaughter and she was coming onto him hard. He knew wanting her was wrong, but she was so sexy. Could he resist her charms or would he taste the forbidden fruit and dream of Katie? WARNING: This erotic story is for ADULTS ONLY and contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse between a man and his stepdaughter. All characters are over the age of eighteen. ----- EXCERPT: The sound of her voice jolted him out of his shock. He almost scattered the contents of his wallet across the stage as she searched for cash. He pulled out a hundred and held it out to her. Way more than a guy normally gave a stripper, but her show had been much more than he bargained for. Up close, her resemblance to Katie was astonishing. This girl could’ve been her sister. Her sexy, slutty sister. He mentally compared the stripper to his memory of Katie. He hadn’t seen her for a few years, but it looked like only his stepdaughter’s short, and much lighter, hair set them apart. And her ultra conservative religious views and withering disdain for piercings and tattoos, of course. He shook himself out of his reverie. "I'd like a table dance." He couldn't believe how nervous he sounded. He also couldn't believe how horny a girl the age of his stepdaughter was making him. "I'd like that, too. For this kind of money, you could almost rent a VIP room. You want to upgrade?" Her voice was soft, with a southern accent. Definitely not Katie. Even though he already knew that, part of him was a little disappointed. "How much?" She quoted him a price that was a good bit more than a hundred. "I'm adding in my friend Sara, the girl your friend is drooling over." She gestured at the client with her chin, stretching her long neck delightfully. "I've worked with her before. Trust me. You'll enjoy the show. You can call me Sam." Sam stood up and pulled her panties away from her mound enough for him to see her damp skin. She grabbed his wrist when he tucked the hundred there, pulling his fingers in to touch her hot flesh before releasing him. "Let that tide you over while I get the room ready." Watching her pick up her clothes and collect what looked like an impressive sum of money from the other customers didn't distract him from bringing his fingers to his nose and inhaling her delightful scent. He followed her example and licked them clean, enjoying the unmistakable taste of woman. His heart raced as she sauntered off the stage, her hips swaying to the music. He couldn't remember ever being so aroused. She definitely had him by the balls. He'd skip a mortgage payment to fuck her, prostitute or not.