The General's Daughter

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General Lee Ryeo of the USAF, was the proud father of Mikala Ryeo. In his eyes, his daughter could do no wrong. Though he was a very strict father, he did let her live off base and get her own apartment when she turned 18. Though if he could only see his daughter's 'other' life, he would've had second thoughts a long time ago.

Mikala Ryeo was so glad to be off base when she was old enough. It was something she had wanted for a long, long time, well since she was sexually active. If her father knew then she was sure heads would've rolled. The first guy she lost her virginity to was actually to a guy on base who was only there for a short time. It wasn't a thing about love, it was just the fact that she finally lost her virginity.

Now here she was, two months after her 18th birthday, she was working at Foxy's Strip, a strip joint about 50 miles away from the base, safely away from the base, or so she thought. Little did she know that it was a secret trip a few of the airmen came down and knew who she was. But really, Mikala didn't care. She loved to show off her body and with the money it brought it, she had told her father that she was going to school on a paid tuition--which was sort of true, depending on how one looked at it
 
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Among the airmen that regularly made the trip to Roxy's was one of General Lee Ryeo's peers, a fellow general by the name of Paul Stratton. Paul and Lee were known to butt heads on many different issues, and in general did not get along, though the did manage to keep things civil, barely, whenever they were forced to work together. General Stratton had seen Mikala a few times in the past, and given her a hungry look the last time that had certainly done his professional relationship with her father no favors; she had grown into a stunning young woman though, and it was difficult for him, or any other red-blooded male for that matter, to simply ignore.

Having missed the past few trips to Roxy's with the officers under his command, Paul was glad to finally rejoin them that night. He was a tall, broad shouldered man who still filled out his uniform exceedingly well despite approaching his 40th birthday. His golden blond hair was kept to a standard buzz cut, of course, and his cheeks remained smooth-shaven on a daily basis, with clear blue eyes that seemed to look right through a person. In all, he had no trouble finding women, but he had a preference for the sort who worked in places like Roxy's. Not that they were easy, but typically once you did get them in bed, they turned out to be well worth the effort.

So when he got there with his men, they all took a table at the front of the room, right in front of the stage. Already, most of them were eagerly awaiting the coming night of entertainment, and none more than the General, who held a thick cigar between his teeth as he openly ogled the waitress who came to get their drink orders.
 
The cat calls and wolf whistles were enough for Mikayla to blush as she walked off stage. Her set was, as usual, the most popular tonight. Things for a Wednesday were really lively. The club was almost packed so there would plenty of tips to collect on...that much she knew.

Changing into something more suitable for her time on the floor. Lap dances were the times when one could be more intimate with the men out there. If her set was any indication on how well things were going to go, then tonight was going to be very lucrative.

Spotting the military men from across the room, Mikayla almost second guessed herself about going over to them, knowing they could be pretty rowdy and hard to control if one had too many drinks...
 
When Mikayla had stepped on stage to perform her set, Paul Stratton nearly did a double-take. General Ryeo's daughter, his 'perfect angel', was on stage at a seedy strip club, and seemed to be the feature attraction. It was just too good to be true. Asking one of his men about her, the guy let him know that she was the sizzling dancer that they had told him about when they came back that night. Remembering the way they had been gushing about her made him want to laugh, but as she continued her dance, that desire was replaced by others. The last time he had seen her at one of the on-base functions, he had not been able to help but wonder what she would look like naked; now that he was seeing it, he could not ignore the throbbing in his cock as it strained against the front of his uniform slacks.

After she left the stage, Paul knew she would soon be wandering around the floor, trying to entice the patrons into paying for lapdances. It was at that point that a plan began to formulate, and when he noticed her beginning to head their way, he slipped his hand into his pocket, and withdrew the ecstasy tablets there to pop them into his beer, so that they would have time to dissolve. It was not normal for him to use them this way, but this was far too good an opportunity to pass up.

"Hey there!" Paul called out to Mikayla when she got closer to the table, "That was a hell of a dance you did up there." He had not caught the name she was using, as he had been in too much shock at seeing her there.
 
Mikayla had several 'fans' among the men in the club that night. Which was fine since it seemed a returning customer was one that paid a lot more to get what he wanted... She did a few pictures with some and made some promises to come back their way later...

As she approached the table of military men, she saw a few of the other women of the club were saying their hellos...one of the men stood up, he looked a little older than the enlisted but older in a good way...a handsome way. When he started to talk to her, she smiled and walked right over to him, "Wow, thanks..." she placed her hand on his shoulder and moved incredibly close to him, "I'm glad you liked it..I'm Jennifer.." she said, giving him her stage name. It was a plain name but it worked.

For some reason, he looked familiar, she realized as she got closer...but she didn't have time to second guess it...he sat back down and so she sat on his lap, "What brings you all here tonight?" she practically purred in his ear while rubbing a hand over his chest..
 
"Nice to meet you Jennifer," he responded without a hitch, grinning at the way she walked right over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. She couldn't have been working here long, but it was clear that she had picked up the craft quickly, and when he sat down, he found himself with her weight settled delightfully in his lap. Already, he was hard from having watched her dancing on the stage, something she would likely feel as she sat on him. Hearing her purred question in his ear, he responded in a low whisper of his own, "Enjoying the sights, maybe looking for a bit of company. Its been a few months since I could make it, and couldn't help but notice you. You definitely stand out from the other girls here" It was a line he'd used on countless strippers before, but this was perhaps the first time he had meant it.

He knew the game pretty well, she was likely to spend at least a little time here talking to him in order to try to convince him to take a lapdance, and he planned to milk that for what it was worth, just as he would the dance itself when he agreed to it. "In fact, I'm positive you weren't working here the last time I was able to make it. I'm glad the guys convinced me that tonight was a good night to make the trip," he went on, his breath hot on her skin as he spoke, his lips very nearly brushing against her earlobe.
 
"Well, I'm glad the guys convinced you to come here too..." she wiggled her ass against his lap and could feel his hard on...it wasn't the first time but she could tell, he definitely had something worth bragging about down there.

Whispering to him, she ran a hand over his chest, "Because if you hadn't come then I'd have no one to give a very special lap dance to..." She quickly nibbled his ear lobe before pulling back.

The other girls were keeping the rest of the men busy and so she turned back toward him, "So, what do you say?"
 
Feeling her wiggle in his lap almost drew a moan from Paul, and she would certainly notice his breath get just a bit heavier for a moment, and then it caught for a moment when she nibbled on his ear. Yes, she had definitely picked up on the craft quickly; the thought made him want to laugh as well as moan, because the thought of General Ryeo's face if he ever found out what his princess was up to was just priceless. "That sounds great to me, Jennifer," he responded to her offer of a 'very special lap dance', grinning up into her eyes as he went on to add, "You must be thirsty after dancing up on stage. Here..."

As he spoke, he reached around her and picked up his beer, the ecstasy tab having dissolved entirely by that time, and offered it to her. Yes, it was possible he could get what he wanted from her without resorting to chemical assistance, but in her case, he was not about to take a chance. This was not just an opportunity at sex with an attractive young woman, after all.
 
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