I asked what for, as they weren't admissible in court as evidence of my guilt or innocence. He had replied that the police were going to push strongly...for it, and that he himself wanted know how I would do. I had stared at him.So he had made an appointment with a retired FBI tester who tested me. I passed it, as well as his trick 'test' questions. So after that when the police asked me if I would take a test my lawyer had agreed. While they had tried their best, I had passed their test, too. My. I secretly started working as a stripper at night. It wasn't at a regular strip club or gentleman's club. It was at a bar. I would walk around in a bikini offering lap dances to the people that would come in for a drink. I enjoyed the thrill of meeting strange (horny) men, letting them touch me and grab me and treating me like an object. I kept this job for years, while at the same time keeping my other job. At my other job I was getting more and more sales. I kept getting promoted, raising. Nikki, naked as the day she was born, had managed to cautiously slink down almost to the bottom of the stairway when my father appeared in the doorway. He too was naked. And he was erect! He held a garland of bright flowers in each hand."Happy Earth Day honey," he said as he embraced me in a quick hug. Then he set one of the garlands on my head.He turned towards Nikki. She looked like a frightened dear as she hovered uncertainly on the bottom step. Her hands had flown to protect her boobs and. She had short, curly blonde hair and full lips that were accentuated by the rather crass shade of lipstick she was wearing. She was dressed, as she usually was, in a pair of black leggings and a plain t-shirt. Erica didn't believe in advertising the goods, especially as she was usually intending to get them out at some point anyway."No need for modesty around me, mate." She said, tugging at the knotted cord around Ben's waist and freeing his raging hard-on. "I know all about what you lads are.